General: Hi! My name is Rhi, Iām 24 and this is my crazy fandom space. Iāve had this blog for many years and basically post whatever I want with no real theme or consistency.
Fandoms: I am in too many fandoms to list, but my current interest right now are Project Hail Mary (and by extension the RyGos universe and AUs), The Amazing Digital Circus, The Bear, and Star Wars!
What I Post: My main contribution to fandom is writing self-insert fanfic. Besides the occasional fic, though, I mostly just reblog and shitpost.
Writing: My writing schedule is very sporadic. I used to take requests, but I could never keep up with them and I felt like I was disappointing people. So now I only post my writing when I want to. Suggestions are welcome, but any suggestion I get has no guarantee of being written.
Latest Writing: Ryland Grace x wife!Reader, Part 1 out and Part 2, Part 3 posted soon!
ąØą§ I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN' (WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME)
ā¤· summary: ryland likes to stay up. you like to keep him company.
ā¤· tags: ryland grace x reader, fluff, 1.5k words
ā¤· prompt: "literally if u wreck ryland dead iāll buy u flowers <33"
ā¤· author's note: literally no one asked but i love frank ocean
"yeah." you laugh before he's consumed by his own anxious thoughts. "i'd like that."
"okay." he whispers, a promise splashing in the cold air.
"okay." you echo as his hand circles your waist, thumb brushing over your hipbone, guiding you to his seat like a fiery lantern in the darkness.
it strikes you as intriguing, the way ryland grace is undoubtedly a night owl. his ability to stay up for hours past midnight, pondering over his scientific discoveries is both admirable and incomprehensible to you.
late in the night, you're up for a cup of water, and a quick trip to the bathroom. light radiates from ryland's workspace, constant in the way the earth circles the sun. gentle clinks and clatters echo where he researches deep into the night.
he tries not to wake you. you wake anyway.
you don't mind. not even a little. you like watching him work through your bleary, half-awake eyes. it's silent, and peaceful. therapeutic, even.
he doesn't notice when you peek through the gap, the lights of the hail mary illuminating his silhouette with a golden glow. the blonde strands sit on top of his head, shimmering like a halo.
it becomes something akin to a ritual: you'll pull on a pair of cotton socks so your feet don't snag on the floor. gliding along the surface, the occasional beep from machinery causes your heart to jump.
you do find it hard to make up new excuses for the growing dark circles under your eyes, however, and though you know ryland wouldn't mind having a late-night lab partner, it's obvious that he would usher you to bed immediately, caring for your well-being far more than his own.
sometimes, the sound of ryland's soft snoring drifts into your ears.
you'd grab a blanket, sneaking into the laboratory, skipping past the part of the floor that always creaks, and place a blanket on top of ryland's rising and falling breaths. you'd always take his crooked glasses off of his face, stifling a giggle when you see the trail of transparent drool at the corner of his mouth.
you don't do it every day. not at first, at least.
but these visits become increasingly common, until you spend hours sitting cross-legged outside ryland's door, drowsy and fatigued and still, unable to look away.
you spend half the time thinking about how nicely his glasses frame his face, and the other half wondering how his ears never seem to hurt from the temple tip digging deep into his flesh.
when he glances up, you duck. your presence probably doesn't go unnoticed, though: you can tell by the way he's smiling at the now empty crack of the door.
you feel ashamed, somehow. like you're intruding, cutting through the quiet, cool atmosphere of the ship and the matchless bond between ryland, and his beloved molecular biology.
tonight is no different. you're on one of your late night treks when a shadow hovering in the hallway stops you dead in the tracks.
"i've seen you. watching." it says. scrutinising, but not commenting on the way your throat lumps nervously when you swallow.
"sorry," you say. "did i bother you?"
"no, no." ryland steps forward into the light, and his face is illuminated- he's smiling, like the thought of you having the ability to pester him in the middle of the night is laughable.
"so- um." you fidget with the ends of your hair, messy and tangled from slumber. "i guess i'll go back-"
"wait!" ryland says quickly. too quickly. "do you want to... maybe stay up with me?"
you realise that he's given this some thought, the spark of eagerness in his eyes giving him away. he's scared, nervous. like the thought of you rejecting him and going back to sleep would kill him.
"yeah." you laugh before he's consumed by his own anxious thoughts. "i'd like that."
"okay." he whispers, a promise splashing in the cold air.
"okay." you echo as his hand circles your waist, thumb brushing over your hipbone, guiding you to his seat like a fiery lantern in the darkness.
ryland's lap acts as your seat, his right arm draped over your waist. barely there, but pulling you gently backwards so you ease into him.
you can sense his heart beating at the back of your spine. you're too exhausted to watch whatever he's doing, but your fingers tinker with the small hairs on his arm, trailing where his blueish veins are visible.
you move down to his fingers. they're smooth. heavy. you trace the warm lines of his palms down a path and the the body behind you suddenly goes very still.
you can hear ryland's pulse patter faster, and faster, until his heart is racing. you keep going, painting paths along his hand and he flinches. you feel a shaky inhale travel from his stomach across his torso.
he's ticklish.
suddenly, you're wide awake. but you don't want to inconvenience him any more than you already have, so you muffle a giggle into the soft sleeve of your pajama top.
"what's so funny?" ryland looks at you. you don't miss the traces of pink at the tip of his ears.
"nothing." you attempt to school your facial expressions into neutrality.
he knows that you know. he lands a soft squeeze at the side of your stomach where his hand rests, making you yelp. you're too drained to retaliate, so you let it go, and he lets it go.
you drift off, soon after, to the gentle rhythm of ryland's steady heart, and the incessant growling of the spaceship.
you don't notice when a blanket is wrapped around you, nor when a certain scientist presses a soft kiss on the top of your head.
it's a shame ryland never wakes up in the morning, though.
despite how understanding you are to his tendency to work into the small hours, you can't bear his insistence to stay in bed for "five more minutes". it's gone on for a full hour.
you can't imagine how he finds such comfort in the bumpy mattress, and the endearing silence from the night before has eviscerated in response to his unintelligible grumbles and protests, causing you to descend into a type of indescribable rage.
"ryland." your patience is long gone. "i need help with the centrifuge setting."
he doesn't respond.
you swear under your breath.
and now, the fucker decides to look you dead in the eye, awake and all, and utter the patronizing word.
"language."
"are you- oh my god- you're kidding." it's hard to put into words the kind of aggressive frustration that overcomes you at the moment.
you take his unacceptable behaviour into account when you climb onto the lump of ryland on the bed, perching on his hips.
he blatantly ignores you.
"last chance," you say.
silence from the other end.
you shove your hands into ryland's ribcage through the blanket and he jolts, stuttering giggles bursting out of him. it's so cute, and uncharacteristically ryland, that you can't help but coo at him. he blushes at the sound, writhing under your touch.
his movements are slow and clumsy, and lethargic, and his lack of sleep does nothing to help. he squeezes his eyes shut like he can shut out the feeling, but pries his eyelids open the second your fingers travel to the middle of his stomach.
"noho," he sniffles, a persistent smile tugging at his lips. "nohot thehere, plehease."
"and why should i listen to you?" your fingers dart under the blankets, then under his shirt, stopping for anticipation. a pair of blue eyes widen in response. "you never listen to me."
ryland pouts- pouts and your heart melts at the sight. it only intensifies the need that gnaws at you, though- the need to tickle him within an inch of his life.
you begin to trace patterns over the soft skin of his stomach and his laughter hitches when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. he's giggling now, really giggling, a wheezy, choked sound that erupts out of him.
"yohu arhe soho dehead." the words come out stuttering and slurred through hiccups and it's mean, you know that, but you can't help it- you giggle at his ridiculous state. the redness on ryland's ears migrates to the apple of his cheeks, swirling patches of pink living on the surface of his skin.
"are you gonna get up?"
ryland doesn't respond. wow, he's persistent.
"you really want me to tickle you, don't you?"
ryland stares at the ceiling, an unwilling giggle bubbling up his throat. you take the bottom of his chin between your fingers and tilt his face so he's looking at you.
he flushes a crimson shade, and you pinch his cheek. he's so fucking cute. you press sloppy kisses over the soft skin of his neck, and he shrieks right into your ear.
"ryland!" you scold. "are you trying to make me deaf?"
"sohorry- i'hm sohorry- noho, DOHON'T!" his rambling apologies do nothing to deter you when your thumbs latch onto the crease of his hipbone, rubbing tiny circles and he squeals. he's batting at your fingers uselessly, and his usual strength has somehow evaporated.
"and what have we learnt today?" you smile as you emerge victorious.
"ih'll gehet uhp nehext tihme!" ryland's trying to speak through his broken giggles, and the sight is so amusing to you that you land a few extra pokes on his torso. he twitches at each one, his face crinkling in mirth.
all your effort's gone to waste, though. you're still sleepy from the night before, and when ryland reaches up to hug you, your back tightly pressed against his chest on the bed, you fall into unconsciousness almost immediately. the centrifuge lies on the bench, long forgotten, and it beeps in protest.
this, too, becomes a ritual after your late nights: ryland's refusal to rise, your half-hearted attempts to wake him, and the way you inevitably end up fast asleep with him anyway.
neither of you acknowledge that this is a weak excuse to feel close to each other; nor when youāre pressed up against the warmth of ryland's arms, it finally feels like home.
Ik a lot of people think Rotta is goofy but introducing him is the best thing they couldāve done for Grogu. Before, Groguās relationship with Din Djarin as his adoptive father was always going to end in tragedy, because humans simply do not live long. But now Grogu has a friend that has a lifespan that also lasts hundreds of years. When Din Djarin is gone, Grogu will have an older brother figure to watch over him. Yes I have cried thinking about this
Actually Iām not done going on about this I have so many headcanons in my brain:
Mando and Grogu taking a break from New Republic contract missions but eventually they come back and Grogu is so excited to see Rotta again and basically force jumps up to him
Sometimes if a mission is too dangerous for Grogu, Din will leave Grogu with Rotta on the New Republic fleet base
They have lots of fun together when that happens, and probably get into typical brotherly mischief
Grogu spends enough time with him that eventually when he does start speaking heās fluent in both Basic and Huttese
They like to train together, even though Rotta isnāt a pit fighter anymore he still wants to stay fit and agile in case he needs to help fight Imps. Grogu will watch while Rotta works out and Rotta will cheer on Grogu when he practices the Force
Rotta doesnāt really get the whole Force thing, he has a vague memory of being saved by Jedi when he was younger, and his family probably told him about the āsilly Jedi,ā but he really has no clue whatās going on when Grogu starts making stuff float
Being so close with Grogu gets Rotta a pass from prejudice in a lot of ways. A lot of New Republic people have a lot of dislike for Hutts and would otherwise treat him differently, but no one ever says anything negative around the cute green baby lol
Itās probably about 50/50, like half the people in the New Republic are chill with Rotta, but the other half question him a lot due to his lineage. Doesnāt matter how many times he says he doesnāt want to be anything like his father or the abusive Hutt empire, some people just canāt get over it
The people who are chill with him though welcome him with open arms. Zeb and Kallus for example invite him and Grogu over for dinner frequently and if they have kids Grogu would love playing with them
Iād imagine that maybe at some point Rotta and Grogu would cross pass with the original trio. Luke would be happy to see Grogu again even though heās a bit disappointed Grogu didnāt pursue Jedi training. He can see how happy Grogu is with Din though so he gets it. If DinLuke happened heād realize how great Mando is too š I feel like Luke would be chill with Rotta too. I donāt see Luke being overly judgmental. Heād find out Rotta is the son of Jabba and heād just be like dang, by dad was a piece of work too I feel you buddy
Han and Leiaās reactions would be a lot more interesting Iād imagine. Obviously they both have trauma from Jabba, Hanās from being hunted and frozen in his palace and Leia was sexually abused by him. They donāt believe it when they hear his son landed VERY far from the tree. Theyāre very skeptical and hesitant to trust him. When Rotta hears what his father did to them heās devastated. He feels horrible and is very understanding of their skepticism. He doesnāt push them to trust him if they donāt want to. But eventually they do come around and are chill with him. I believe Ben Solo wouldāve been born by now at this point in the timeline and Rotta would have fun with him.
On that note I hope Grogu and Ben would play together that would be so cute š„ŗ
I donāt think Han and Leia would trust Rotta and Grogu to babysit alone though. Not because they think heās gonna do anything, but because two very powerful force wielders supervised only by a Hutt who doesnāt know shit about that probably isnāt a good idea
Assuming Grogu and Rotta as still in the New Republic when the First Order rises, theyād probably go into hiding together. Theyād find some nice planet away from the fighting and live out their days until evil is defeated again. Grogu would absolutely still be a #1 target so Rotta will protect him with everything he has
It would be funny if they went to Dagobah. Itās a great climate for Rotta and clearly Groguās species can thrive there too. He finds Yodaās old house. He wishes he couldāve had some time with someone else of his species. But maybe force ghost Yoda shows up there from time to time to chat
The Star Wars timeline hasnāt really gone far enough to estimate what would be going on hundreds of years after the saga towards the middle and end of Grogu and Rottaās lifespans, but based on Legends lore Iād assume theyād live through many more ups and downs of good and evil in the galaxy. They stick together because theyāre the only ones who understand each other
Oh one last thing I forgot!! I hope theyād cross paths with Ashoka again. She would be SHOOK seeing āStinkyā all grown up
Okay wait ONE more. Imagine Rotta and Grogu visit Boba Fett on Tatooine at some point. Rotta is very happy with what Boba has done with the place, he runs it a lot better than his father and people actually respect him instead of fear him. Grogu introduces him to all his Tatooine friends. I feel like Peli would hit on Rotta Iām sorry š she was getting freaky with Jawas so I feel like she probably cross-species dates a lot
Ik a lot of people think Rotta is goofy but introducing him is the best thing they couldāve done for Grogu. Before, Groguās relationship with Din Djarin as his adoptive father was always going to end in tragedy, because humans simply do not live long. But now Grogu has a friend that has a lifespan that also lasts hundreds of years. When Din Djarin is gone, Grogu will have an older brother figure to watch over him. Yes I have cried thinking about this
If I had a nickel for every time I saw a film that came out in 2026 which centred on sci-fi and space, starring a headcanonically aspec male heroine and his adorable loyal alien bestie who's about a quarter of his height and still manages to save his life while he's temporarily unconscious, earning the love of the fandom,
I'd have two nickels
Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
