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“So, that’s my shitty parents. What about yours?” Vace asked, taking a quick swig from their stolen bottle of liquor before passing it off. “They even make it to the wormhole? Get eaten by some xeno during the first raids? Fuck off to nowhere important?”

Solane took the bottle, watching the liquid inside. He suddenly felt exhausted, weight tugging at his bones as his eyes lifted skyward, taking in the starry expanse before them. Quietly, he offered, “...You’ve already met them.”

Before Vace could respond, he took a heavy drink from the alcohol, coughing on the burn in his throat. He took a second, and tried for a third before a metallic hand snatched his wrist. “Fuckin’ greedy,” Vace growled, prying the bottle out of Solane’s grip. Sol glanced at him, seeing the tenseness in his shoulders, and laughed.

“Quit fuckin’ with me,” Vace muttered, taking another sip.

Solane sighed, gripping his knees tight to his chest. “...I’m not.” He could feel Vace’s eyes on him, but didn’t bother looking back. He didn’t look down, either, where he knew the fields of Geoponics would be visible from where they sat on the Heliopause.

“Geranium and… Fluorescent.”

“Oh fuck. The farm fugitives?” Vace asked incredulously.

Solane snorted, letting the laugh ease the tightness in his chest. “Yeah… Yeah. Those are the ones.”

“The fuck is that story?”

Vace’s inability to keep his mouth shut was a blessing, occasionally. Refreshing, at the very least. Everyone in the original colony knew who his parents were. Knew that, seemingly overnight, they went from being a close-knit, happy family unit to not speaking at all. They’d tracked every movement for a while, waiting to see who would be the first to break the silence, to finally bridge the gap. By the raid that destroyed the original colony, few still paid attention. Afterward? Well… There was too much else to do.

“A few weeks after my thirteenth, she sat me down first thing in the morning. Started going off about how she was watching me, and she didn’t like what she saw. About community, and needin’ to fit in. That it wasn’t some fucking holovid, this is real life, and I needed to get my shit together,” Solane stated, bitterness creeping into the words.

“Yeah? You not like the reality check?” Vace asked, and Solane could hear the derisiveness in his voice.

Solane waved a hand at the fields below them. “You know the Vertumna Carrtatos? Our staple food?” Vace nodded, opening his mouth to answer, but Sol didn’t give him the time. “I created that. I spent months in the xenobotany lab working on the math, on the DNA. Running simulations, and watching them fail, and tweaking them, and doing it again. Learning how to alter DNA. Not just theoretically, but how to actually do it. Because nothing else was working. Because my parents came home from the fields every fucking night, whispering back and forth like I couldn’t fucking hear them. About how our earth crops were failing, and we couldn’t domesticate native ones. About how our colony was going to slowly starve. Trying to figure out how much time they had to fix it before they had to tell Eudicot.”

He snatched the bottle from Vace, swirling what little remained before downing it all. “So I fixed it. I sacrificed time I could’ve used for school, or Sportsball, or making friends. I stopped going beyond the wall, stopped learning about what’s out there. So I could save them.” He stood up, wobbling for a moment as his feet settled into the slightly curved surface beneath him. Vace’s metal arm snaked around the back of his calf, around the inside of his knee to dig the fingers into the front of his lower thigh, stabilizing the doctor.

Solane drew his arm back, and hurled the bottle out towards the fields with a snarl. He tilted forward in the follow-through, but the counterpressure provided by Vace’s hand kept him from tumbling over. They both silently watched the glint of the starlight on the bottle as it dropped into darkness, before they heard the shattering of glass on dirt.

“...And a few days later, I turned thirteen.”

“Fuck,” Vace hissed under his breath, refusing to lax his bruising grip.

“I told her she had no fuckin’ clue what she was talking about. That if what I’d already done wasn’t good enough, then nothing I did ever would be. Then I shoved some shit in a bag and left. Haven’t… Haven’t talked to ‘er since,” Solane muttered, swaying gently side to side.

“Geranium tried, a couple times, but… He always said shit like she shouldn’t have said it so harshly, or we needed to talk it out, that she’s under a lot of pressure, or just trying to help me… But never once did he say she was wrong. Or sorry. Just kept trying to convince me with excuses covering her ass, until I stopped listening altogether.”

Solane shook his leg, easing Vace’s grip as he stumbled toward the overhang where they could climb down onto Command’s balcony. He hopped off, realizing a minute too late that he’d overestimated his ability to make a smooth landing, and lurched into the railing, lashing a white-knuckle grip on it as he steadied himself.

Vace’s footsteps approached the edge and a moment later, he dropped down beside Solane. The soldier seemed more steady on his feet. “We should get you back to your apartment,” he muttered, half-turning toward Solane and leaning just slightly into his space.

With a snort, Solane turned towards the stairs. “Walk me proper or stand there and look pretty, but don’t start that herding dog trick with me,” he cautioned as he took the first step down, clutching the railing as his feet shook.

Vace squeezed beside him on the staircase, wrapping his metallic arm around Solane’s waist at the same time his right arm slung the doctor’s own over his shoulders, letting Solane lean into his broader frame.

Walking down the steps took Solane’s full focus, but as they leveled out onto the dirt track, he murmured, “I think she’s been angry her whole life. Always had someone to fight. The adults who failed her, the world governments, the terrors of space… She was a soldier. But when we landed here, she wasn’t anymore, and… And I think maybe, she was still angry anyway. And she decided it was my fault.”

He realized Vace had stopped in front of the door to Dys’s quarters, and Solane wondered how long it had taken him to get that thought out. “It… It wasn’t fair,” he murmured into Vace’s shoulder.

He felt Vace’s words as he quietly murmured back, “It wasn’t.”

The door opened, and Solane beamed a smile at Dys, who seemed barely awake. The scout glanced at Sol’s face and his eyebrows narrowed before his accusatory eyes snapped to Vace, barely-hidden contempt in them. Vace muttered something, but Solane was too tired to hear it now, just swaying to the melody as his two friends conversed quietly, Dys’s posture easing at whatever Vace had to say.

Dys’s arm curled around him then, and Solane felt Vace’s leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave a soft smile to the soldier and whispered, “Goodnight, Vace.”

He wasn’t sure if the boy responded as the door shut quietly, and Dys guided Solane towards his bedroom. He was seated on the edge of his bed as Dys undid the laces of his boots just enough to slip them off. The dark-haired boy walked away for a moment and came back with a damp cloth.

“Let’s wipe off your cheeks, alright? Don’t want them crusting over while you sleep,” he said gently, smudging the cloth against Solane’s skin, tracing tear tracks.

“I was crying?” Solane asked, tiredness quickly beginning to sweep him away.

Dys looked up and gave one of his not-really-a-smile smiles. Solane felt a deep appreciation for those smiles in that moment. “I’m sure it was happy crying,” Dys whispered, helping Sol scooch up to the top of the bed.

“Yeah… Yeah, I think so too,” Solane murmured as the blanket covered him, and he drifted away.

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Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

For when you want to put your favorite little guy (gender neutral) in a fanfic-type Situation. Send in a fandom, character(s), and/or relationship/ship as well as a number (or a few!) Feel free to use for fanfic, art, or whatever you choose!

Touch starved/cuddle curse

Time loop

Misunderstandings

Mind meld/telepathy/mind reading

Amnesia

Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)

Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

“Who did this to you?”

Sleep deprivation

Framed for a crime they didn’t commit

Hiding from pursuers

Turned invisible

Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

Role swap

Soulmates

Meeting past/future self

Tending to an injury/wound/illness

Possession/Mind control 

De-aged

Personality swap

Fear poison/gas

Truth or dare/party games

Loss of powers/abilities/skills

Showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house

Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

Group project/team effort

Demon summoning

Curse of obedience/can’t disobey a direct order (the “Ella Enchanted”)

Time jumping/time travel/fix-it

Only one bed

Cursed/turned into an animal

Body swap

Reincarnation 

Love spell/curse/potion

Hatred spell/curse/potion

Avalanche/huddle for warmth

Secret relationship

Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self

Avoiding a conversation

Identity reveal/major secret revealed

Panic attacks

True love’s kiss/breaking a curse

Fake dating 

Arranged marriage

Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment

Confessions during an argument

Sickfic/caretaking

Enemy caretaker

Self-sacrificial

Meet cute

Meet ugly/awkward first meetings

Fake death/presumed dead

Wings/supernatural body features

Kidnapping

Mutual Pining (+ Oblivious)

Mutual platonic/familial yearning

Accidental hand-holding

Crying

Lying curse/forced to lie about something

Truth Serum/spell

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hiiii i'm back with more

wanted to show off my own design for teen femsol since i love her a lot and think she looks pretty!! Plus i wish there was more character customization in the game for the early and mid teens :,]

also implied SolTam cause yes

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A large apology to those who only follow me for exocolonist tarot. I have been tired

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Marzipan <3

I was immediately drawn to Marz I’m my first exocolonist playthrough mostly cause of her being the biggest kid and I loved that she was still considered pretty. Her whole thing with her augment kind of explaining some of why how she was how she was is so interesting to me.

(she also was kind of the worst as a child but what I adore about her is how much she can grow, also she actually likes it when you aren’t a yes man.)

I have an urge to do fun typography with exocolonist illustrations but my Adobe fonts weren’t loading on procreate and it’d probably be better just to use illustrator instead but I just kinda fave up for now.

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These two had my brain in a chokehold for like 3 months last year and this is how I decided to cope. take it. hold it in your hands if you dare

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So this has been what's preoccupying my thoughts lately. Here’s my iwatex oc!

Her whole story is that she's from the Heliopause and has been trained to be a soldier since she was young but after landing on Vertumna she decides she wants a career change, and becomes the colony's first delivery woman!

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Children born amongst the stars ⭐️🌟⭐️

I care them!!!!

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God, give us clearer skies

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Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll post a drawing <3

Not genshin though, sorry

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It’s so fun how, because of the multiple timelines thing, every iwatex fankid can technically exist at once.

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It's been three seasons of heavy food rationing, getting more and more strict as the year drags on and the fields continue to struggle. You've been wasting away, you all have. What will you do? What can you do?

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MY KIDS‼️

I hate drawing their canon outfits so much so I didn't u.u

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nemmie 🧡 the first image is a colored screenshot from an animatic that I'll upload soon (when I get around to it.................)

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[Image ID: a digital drawing of Sol from i was a teenage exocolonist. It's a portrait from the waist up, they are winking with a smile and are making a heart shape with their hands. There is text in the top right that says 'In a time loop, I'd choose you every time' below that, there is text 'to:' and 'from' in the style of a valentine's day card.]

I didn't think I'd actually post on Valentine's day (I just didn't have anything to post) but I kept seeing people making those valentine's cards and well... here we are.