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hamm || 21 || she/they

[hammyspaceyout]

yo broskis!! im hamm and this is a temp intro or main page...maybe temp

masterlist || inbox always open || no's: ai, minors, bigots, the usual (clearly im on some freak shit we are proud grockdrian over here)

mainblog: @honey-hamm (the pitt orientated)

note: I post my ocs frequently cause I love them if you wanna draw them you can

[nakakabaliw]

Human!rocky design and a grace!

[jorolle]

"And it seems like it's worth your time, right? And, by the way, there's actually- the superpower inside of feeling alien is admitting that you might be an alien."

Into the Mud Podcast Ep. 81: The Superpower of Feeling Alien with Project Hail Mary's James Ortiz - What James Ortiz would say to people who feel foreign and alien

[chirrups]

look at my clutchmate dawgg, they are gonna get us fired from the biodome project

(@tamago-cantdraw's wonder)

[rockyhatemark]

nah, ryland is literally the best dad/husband ever ok walk with me

You’re a couple of weeks postpartum and you are in the TRENCHES. You ache everywhere, you’re exhausted from the anxiety of caring for a vulnerable little human for the first time and you haven’t slept properly in what felt like years.

Luckily, you’d been blessed by the most caring, doting husband in the galaxy.

One morning, you wake up feeling surprisingly well rested (or much more than usual anyway) and wonder why until you look at the time and realize you’ve been asleep for almost 6 hours. You probably would’ve kept sleeping if you hadn’t been woken up by the swollen ache in your breasts and the damp wetness of your shirt.

You nearly went into a panicked frenzy- it was extremely dangerous to let your baby go that long without feeding- but the soft creak of the bedroom door opening stopped you from flinging yourself out of bed.

Ryland shuffled into the room, a plate of breakfast balanced on one hand and your sleeping daughter in the other. She looked perfectly fine, cradled in his arm and swaddled loosely in a blanket. Her little mouth was parted in sleep and she didn’t look distressed in the slightest.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Your husband looked outright cheery, none the wiser to your near panic attack. He was in his regular sleeping attire, hair standing on end and a visible spit up stain running down his sternum, but he was smiling. 

Ryland walked over to set the plate of breakfast on your nightstand and gently sat on the bed next to your thighs so as not to startle the baby.

“You looked so exhausted last night, I wanted to let you get a little more sleep. I fed her the milk you pumped yesterday, changed her and rocked her back to sleep. She’s been out ever since.”

You could’ve cried. In fact, you did cry. 

Ryland instantly looked worried. “Oh- I’m sorry! Should I have woken you up? Or do you want more sleep? Why are you crying-“

“No, no I just- love you so much.”

Relief flooded his face. “I love you too. I made you breakfast.” He looked so proud. Ryland had a tendency of burning his meals, but he’d been getting better now that he was cooking more so you didn’t have to (at his insistence).

You wiped your tears with a sniffle. “Thank you. It looks delicious.”

“Do you want me to get your pump? That looks a little painful.” He nodded towards your chest.

Right. Your drenched shirt.

“No, that’s ok. How long has it been since she ate?” You scooped up your plate of eggs and dug in. You were famished.

“Just over two hours, but I can warm up more of the milk in the fridge if you want some more alone time-“

“No, I can feed her. Join me?”

Ryland traded you your plate of breakfast for the baby in his arms, who began waking up at the sound of your voices, eyes scrunching in the morning light and letting out the tiniest of grunts. While Ryland crawled into bed, you gently roused your daughter enough to latch, which she did so with eagerness. Ryland sat close by, feeding you spoonfuls of eggs while you both appreciated the little life in your arms.

lord PLEASEEEE LORD what do I gotta do to get someone like him

[glubtier]

Mica makes a new friend. :) @sharkfiinn 's Prism is being a real trooper while listening to them ramble about their hyperfixation. (They discovered "The Rainbow Fish" in the earth section of the library.)

[rotteninspace]

Listen imma need about 12 more rocktiz x reader x ryland nsfw or not l, like I really like the way you write them and would love to see more from you

anon ilysm have some four armed rocktiz x grace x reader ideas.. <3

rocky helping you and grace move into your new home in the biodome

“So weak- need Rocky to do everything,” he grumbles, carrying a stack of heavy duty boxes no doubt filled with more miscellaneous stuff from the lab.

“I could have gotten those!” Grace comments, trailing behind holding a box of his own.

“Could not have. Rocky must get.”

“You know- we would be moving a lot faster if someone wasn’t busy staring.”

“I am not staring!” Your head snaps to look at him.

“Um yeah you were.”

“I was.. appreciating. You look very good holding all those boxes Rock.”

“Yes. Rocky know, help Grace please.”

hugs!

Rocky’s favorite thing to do is come up behind you and wrap his bottom arms around you! He’ll use the other two to either stop you or help you with whatever you’re doing..

reading while he wants attention? He’s grabbing the nearest item that can be used as a bookmark and plucking the book from your hands. Trying to reach something Grace put on the top shelf? He’ll hold your waist and reach up to get whatever it is you wanted easily.

Group hugs with Grace are also very cozy- if he’s hugging just you and Grace gets within reach he’s grabbing him and wrapping you both in a nice warm embrace.

“I have class in like- 10 minutes..” Grace speaks up from behind you, just loud enough to be heard over Rocky’s soft humming.

Neither of you reply verbally- though Rocky squeezes both of you impossibly closer at the mention of Grace having to leave.

“Too tight Rock—“ your face is pressed up against his chest, one of your hands taps his back to get his attention.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles before continuing to hum softly, the vibrations gently rumbling your body.

You can feel Grace’s chest expand and deflate with a sigh, knowing that he wasn’t getting to class anytime soon.

during sex

He’s a menace. Every single hand is going to be used—

One is holding your waist down, keeping you from bucking your hips. One is fingering you nice and slow, making sure you feel every stroke. The upper two are busy too- with one holding your hand while the other is two fingers deep into your mouth, feeling around your tongue.

“Feels good, question?” He takes his fingers out of your mouth to let you respond, smearing even more spit onto your lips.

“Mmhm- feels good.”

“Good, good, good,” he says under his breath, using his thumb to “wipe off” your lips..

and when Grace is thrown into the mix?? That’s another body with two more hands to account for… I just know being Eiffel Towered by them would be perfect- Rocky using his lower arms to keep your hair out of your face and cup your cheek.. and the upper two are grabbing onto Grace as they messily make out…

[nimadelolll]

till his project hails mary or something

[wraithillustrates]

I hc simon having the same alc tolerance as mark (without the death part)

[shrugsinchinese]

Be real Adrian who do you think you’re fooling

Context for twilling

[twiggyart6]

They can finally touch!!! Yeah they cuddle for a longggggg time after Grace wakes up

Graces frequent crying would translate into a lot of wailing as an Eridian. I feel like he’d have a hard time speaking not only because he’s just not used to it- but because his emotions make him sing without meaning to. Younglings learn fairly quickly how to control their emotions so they don’t constantly interrupt themselves with unconscious sounds. But grace is so used to expressing his emotions as a human (and he’s a big cryer) that I don’t think he’d ever really learn how to suppress a keen when really emotional. Rocky and all the other Eridians would get used to this and would ofc be incredibly patient with him :]

I think there’d be a few times that Grace would freak some people out with his whining - the sound usually means there’s a small hatchling in distress lol

[graves-yard]

I dont’ CAREEEE that Ryan Gosling doesn’t actually wear glasses I’m giving Colt glasses.

Ignore how weird Jody looks I just wanted to draw stupid loverboy Colt but I haven’t drawn Emily nearly as much as Ryan

[hammyspaceyout]

very nervous-

prism: @sharkfiinn

prism is soooo cute and I couldn't help myself but draw them with blackberry & biscuit ugh they own my heart; also a ton of fun with prism's colors!!

poor blackberry spooked prism but blackberry is a gentle giant I swear prism 😭

biscuit took a nap....and a pebble needed a nap too

*I did fix up blackberry cause I hated that first version but I also dislike this version sadly but wtf am I supposed to do with obsidian???

[eggsandspam]

Obsessed with the idea of rocky being suddenly shoved in a human body and not being happy about it.

[sharkfiinn]

im thinking if im gonna do artfight this year ill probably only be attacking eridian ocs

[sharkfiinn]

ok.. heres prism..

[iktheend]

What if #2 with drivinglessons x gender neutral reader?🥹 you can choose who is the one that cries and then just the other two being so sweet to their beloved, reassuring them that they are not mad about stopping. Not when it’s to make them feel better

hiii i hope this is somewhat what you wanted! i was so excited when i saw this in my inbox because it's not something i've reallyyyy ventured into before so it was quite a fun write!

cw: consensual slapping, safewording

The sound of skin hitting skin reverberates through the room as Ryland’s hand lands another slap against Driver’s cheek. You feel his stomach tense against your resting hand before you swallow him down further, you can feel him against the back of your throat now.

‘Awh, it hurts? You did this to yourself, baby, you know your punishments.’

Another slap.

You look at the sight above you: Driver’s hair fisted in Ryland’s grip, slightly pulling his head back. But something shifts when the next slap hits.

Three soft taps land against your arm and you immediately pull off, ‘Ry, stop it, astronaut.’ You can hear his sharp breath when he takes a step back, taking in the slack state of Driver, the tears filling up his waterline but not quite spilling over yet.

Driver had never tapped out during a punishment in your relationship so far so you knew that something was definitely wrong. You stand up from your kneeling position and sit down right next to him on the bed, unsure whether he’d want your touch or not.

His head hands low and you can physically see his body twitching with silent cries as the tears now fell freely.

Ryland crouches down to try and get a look into Driver’s eyes but he just buries his chin further into his chest, ‘Hey, baby, can you look at me.’

The reply he gets is just a small shake of the head, so small you wouldn’t even notice it if you weren’t looking for it.

You see Ry going to say something else but give him a pointed look to tell him to not speak for a moment, just let him come down from his feelings. You take this lull in noise to wrap an arm around Driver’s back and pull him in, laying his head with kisses when you feel him sag into you.

Now that you’re touching, you can feel as every muscle moves with each new bout of tears.

There’s a dip in the bed when Ryland takes a spot next to Driver and places his lips on his bare shoulder, just resting there for a moment.

‘You wanna tell us what’s up? Did we go too far?’ You ask, genuine care lacing your words to which he replies to with another shake of his head.

The way his body is shaking places a heavy weight on both yours and Ryland’s hearts; you’d never want Driver to feel like this but you could almost certainly rule out it being completely derivative from the previous scene as it was one you’d spoken about as well as acted on many times in the past.

Something must have happened earlier that he hadn’t told either of you about and it just bubbled up in the intense moment. There was nothing wrong or bad about that - you just want to make sure your beloved partner was feeling alright.

Ryland gives another kiss to Driver’s shoulder before standing up, ‘’m gonna get you some water, I love you.’ You can feel how the last three words made Driver fall deeper against you, the affirmation helping him relax.

You card your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him, telling him that you were so proud he knew when he couldn’t handle anymore, that you would both be there if he decided he wanted to tell you what specifically pushed him over the, that you trusted him to know what was right for himself.

Before you even notice, Ryland was walking back in with a glass of water, a bowl of chocolates and an ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel. With his help, you shuffle Driver back in the bed so he is now lying against the headboard with the duvet covering him.

The two of you slide in either side of him and you lift the glass to his hand instead of straight to his lips, you know he prefers the small bits of control he can manage when he feels like this. You wipe away the tears that were now drying and give each cheek a peck before settling down.

The tv quietly played some silly movie but it almost felt distant, the way you and your partners are lying down and recovering from what had happened feeling as if it was being blasted ten times louder than whatever you were supposedly watching.

You turn your head to the side to find Driver cuddled up inside Ryland's arms, intently watching the screen as Ry stares down at him, pure love radiating from his look.

[tedisfishing]

the ipad brothers. they're rotting.