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clairelydreaming

Ryland Grace x reader, Rocky & reader

Reader who started calling Rocky pet names out of habit and, after explaining, Rocky loves it. But then reader and Grace start dating and you call him a pet name and suddenly Rocky is seething with jealousy.

“Rock, honey, be careful,” it slips out when he barrels past in his ball one day.

You’re writing on a white board when he squeezes past, knocking into the leg of the table and causing it to shake, sending some utensils flying. Obviously he’s incredibly sturdy (…rocky…), but he can be kind of reckless sometimes.

“No understand second word.” At least he stops rolling around to ask.

Grace looks up from his work bench, glasses sliding down his nose to where they’re almost falling off, and glances between the two of you. He’s in one of his stupid pun shirts that grip his biceps too tight, and you can’t think about that too much or else your mind will wander.

You realize what you said and that now you have to explain pet names to an alien. “Oh uh…” you look back at Ryland for assistance, but he just throws his hands up in a this-one-is-on-you gesture before returning to his work, slipping his pen between his teeth as he thinks.

You look back to Rocky who is eagerly awaiting your explanation.

“…It’s a pet name. A term of endearment,” you decide to go with, “Like something you call someone you care about.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then, “care about Rocky? Question.”

You’re shocked that it’s a question. You squat down to be semi-level with him, hand finding the top of his ball, “yeah. Of course I do Rocky.”

He extends himself so his carapace bonks the tops of the ball where your hand is. The ball does a great job at insulation, but you can still feel a little more heat seep through when he does.

“Amaze amaze amaze. Rocky cares about humans too, statement.”

You smile, but then remember something else, “Oh! Honey is also a food, though.”

He shrinks back down, you assume because he’s put off by the mention of eating. He takes a single step back, ball rolling a small amount.

“Rocky food? Question.”

You burst out in laughter, Ryland can’t help but join too.

“No! Rocky not food! Honey is sweet, so you call someone honey when their personality is sweet too.”

“Oh, understand. Rocky sweet!” He does his little happy chirps and jazz hands that always make you get a little cuteness aggression.

“…debatable…” you hear Grace murmur from his station, probably because Rocky rolled over his toe this morning.

“No, Rocky sweet, statement. Other human said so, Grace is dumb dumb dumb human, smart smart smart human call Rocky sweet.”

You stand and laugh, happy to gang up on Ryland with Rocky, “yeah, Ry, I’m smart smart smart.”

It’s months later after you and Ryland finally stop pretending that you only love each other as ‘crew mates’ that it gets brought up again.

“Ry, can you pass the p20,” you’re running more experiments on the taumoeba, at this point more out of boredom than anything.

He hands the pipette to you from across the bench. “Thank you, honey.” The word slides out without you even realizing it, but someone in the room definitely takes notice.

Rocky stops his ministrations with his xenonite, dropping it and rapidly tapping on the barrier.

“What. Grace not honey, Rocky is honey! Only Rocky get pet name, statement.”

You look up incredulously, unaware that Rocky felt so strongly about his pet name.

Grace seems fairly shocked at his insistence too, but he’s not one to pass an opportunity to tease Rocky. He tilts his head like he’s thinking before looking over at Rocky, “Well, no bud, I’m pretty sure I’m honey. Maybe when you can pass a pipette…” Ryland teases.

“No no no, Rocky honey, Grace is leaky space blob, other human knows Rocky better.”

You can’t stop your giggle. It feels a little mean because clearly Rocky is actually passionate about this, but his possession is cute.

“Okay! I’m sorry!” You say through the giggles, “It was an accident. Rocky is honey. Ry, you…we’ll workshop it.” You’re not sure if he even likes pet names, let alone which ones.

He pouts across the lab bench to you.

“No workshop. No special name for Grace, only Rocky.”

Ryland throws his hands up, “C’mon, man!”

Was really proud to start BG3 without any spoilers but now I find out I am deadass missing two companions and I cannot get them anymore since I am already in act two??? Is it worth it to replay the entire 16 hours for two whole ass companions???? Like I didn't particularly like Lae'zel anyway (I didn't know how to get her down and when I tried to get up the ledge to cut the rope I apparently left her). But I haven't even seen Gale.

#bg3 #close to just rage quitting Ayo #I am a completionist player #but also I hate the combat #I avoid fights because they are boring #not because I like peace

mlm-writer

Dirty Sex (Wade Wilson x The Dirtman)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x The Dirtman Rating: Explicit Words: 1137 POV: Third Summary: Wade 'forgot' to put a little dirt under his pillow for the Dirtman, so he is taken down to the Dirtman's lair deep under the mountains, where the Dirtman keeps his dirt. Note: We're just guys... You may wonder what I snorted to write this and the answer is... dirt? Anyway shout out to my friend for helping me with this fic (they did a soil science course and I have convinced them to use their knowledge for evil). Tags: the dirtman by carter vail, anal, ass eating, dirt eating?, identifying soil, puns and soil science references, 4th wall breaking ofc, rock hard dick, blowjob, cum(?) shower and uhhh consensual monsterfucking / cryptidfucking

prokopetz

"How can you write pornographic fanfic if you're asexual?", we ask, as though your average allosexual fanfic author does have first-hand experience with getting railed by a werewolf with a two-foot cock.

natalieironside

If u want to write a story about a character that’s just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who’s gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.

charlon-lumi

What if someone barges in, points at said character and scream, “Mary Sue!”

natalieironside

Tell them to come back with a warrant

charlon-lumi

This post came across my dash again and now I am having an absolute blast with self insert hotter me that gets the girls and guys everywhere.

natalieironside

This is the Way

natalieironside

#everyday i remember i can write whateveer i want#and then get too embarrassed to do it😕#one day..

jld-az

v8roadworrier

need a permission slip? have a permission slip

glitterary

We often treat commenting and kudosing as transactional, but I’d like to propose a different perspective.

A fandom is like a community garden; the plants and trees are fanworks, the paths and benches are structures like ao3 and kinkmemes and themed weeks or months. Comments, and kudos? Those are fertiliser. You don’t necessarily see them at work, but they make the trees grow stronger and the flowers bloom brighter. When you comment on a fic or piece of fanart, you are nourishing our shared garden and helping to make the soil fertile for future works.

I want commenters to feel proud of that contribution. Whether you turn up with a wheelbarrow of the stuff to tip on your favourite flowerbed or just drop a heart emoji in the donations box, you are helping to make the soil richer, the garden more beautiful.

And you know what? Sometimes you need to just sit in the garden without feeling obliged to do anything to maintain it. That’s okay. It’s your garden too! As an author, I don’t want people coming to my stories with a sense of obligation; I want them to be able to enjoy them and be restored by them. If they don’t have the energy to comment right now, that’s okay.

But a comment isn’t the price of an entry ticket to someone else’s garden; it’s an investment in your garden, in your community. You won’t always see it bear fruit, won’t always know what part of the whole it helped grow. But you can know what you put in, and feel proud of being part of the team nourishing and maintaining this wonderful space we all share.

And whatever you do, please—don’t litter, or tell other people they’re enjoying the garden wrong.

princesskuragina

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

mlm-writer

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I found this ad on YouTube and decided to make the voice a little bit more Turian (just a bit of subvocals added to that smexy voice). Please send help this is so funny why does this exist.

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#i am replaying #Mass effect #Garrus Vakarian #my beloved

sarcasticsciencefictionwriter

"I sort fics by kudos and only kudos on stories with high kudos counts, why aren't there more stories with high kudos, I ran out of things to read." You're part of the problem.

"Authors artificially inflate comment counts by thanking people, I can't find anything with a real comment count to read." No they fucking are not, they're grateful for engagement.

"I can't read anything under 100k." That's the majority of fics you're ignoring, most novels aren't even that long.

"I don't have time to look for the incredibly rare diamond in the rough, so I won't read anything below a certain amount of kudos, comments, and hits." Those fics are popular because people gave them a chance and then snobs like you found them.

"I won't read anthing with a single typos." You made typos in that sentence, get off your high horse.

"One singular author didn't thank me for commenting, I'm never commenting on any fic again so I don't get burned." You're punishing people because someone didn't give you engagement they don't owe you that they might not have seen.

"This fic is three months old, it's so old, it doesn't matter if I comment or kudos, it's old." Fics do not have expiration dates, comment and kudos.

You're killing your fandoms with your snobbish behaviors.

ao3statss

There are currently 414,472 fics without a single kudos.

2,948,374 under 10 kudos

If anyone was wondering.

northerlygale-deactivated202307

throwitonthepile

sporifluorous

Dave Brandt was so much more than a meme. He partnered with universities to experiment with and expand soil conservation and cover crop techniques, worked to educate other farmers through worldwide conventions and direct mentorship, founded the Soil Health Academy, and was called the "Obi-Wan Kenobi of soil health" by the chief of the USDA's conservation department.

There is no healthy planet without healthy ag practices, and this guy was a legend.

asteroidtroglodyte

The A-horizon on his farm was 4 feet deep

You do not understand

Most modern Ag operations don’t even have a proper A-Horizon. They’re too busy turning the earth every time they replant. The A-horizon is the Black Gold that makes Soil Soil. It’s a structurally complex soil horizon that must be built in place by the interactions of Plants and Fungi and Insects. It is The Thing that soaks up rain and holds onto it for plants. The A-Horizon is The Thing that builds up when you let a field sit fallow. The act of tilling creates fecundity by breaking up the A-horizon. On a really good Organic no-till farm you might find an A-horizon between 3-6 inches.

His A-horizon was 4 feet deep. 50 inches.

I-

I have no context. His farm was covered in a living skin thick enough for a child to stand in.

Gives me hope for what we could accomplish if we got our collective heads on straight, you know? Like. This was one guy. A brilliant man, who knew what he was up to, but. The thing about brilliant ideas is they can be shared.

50 inches. The mind reels.

improvrich

This is so much more impressive than I can understand and comprehend and I would love to know more about A horizon

asteroidtroglodyte

Do you love the color of the Soil?

Humus, or Humic Compounds, are a cryptic and poorly understood set of organic substances. As the final metabolic result of once-living things being digested first by macroscopic organisms, and then by microorganisms, they resist most forms of analysis, and have cryptic structures. A few that we have managed to isolate and study are the Humic & Fulvic Acids.

Humus has a number of remarkable tendencies. It is capable of retaining water far better than any raw mineral clay; it also retains electrically charged clay granules, which themselves retain mineral ions, all of which is essential to make a soil a high-quality resource for Plants to grow in.

A composter is a box that contains an environment that is conducive to the production of Humus, but the best way to produce it is in-place, by laying layers of organic material down over an unbroken earth and growing things out of that. The interaction of the plants rooting, the fungus weaving itself through everything, the bacteria and archaea metabolizing as they do, and inorganic weathering forces all combine to gradually build up the microscopic equivalent of a complex megastructure capable of retaining far more water, and containing far more nutrients, than any inorganic substrate.

This stuff is black gold. This is the stuff that determines whether or not a plot of land is going to be “productive.” The knowledge of how to make it, how to care for it, is an essential piece of wisdom that our civilization needs to remember.

Fortunately, folks seem to have the right response:

Farmers are more important to the continuity of civilization than administrators, no matter what the elitists say. This knowledge is important.

Exactly

elderberryhedgehog

This work is so important and underappreciated AND if you're interested in the lives of the women as wives and secretaries who did research and publication "with" their husbands in history, you should know that this kind of work in sustainable agriculture right now also has a LOT of invisible women doing critical scientific work in soil development, seed saving and starting, etc, often without formal training or recognition.

mlm-writer

The Pastry Prince - Masterlist [COMPLETED]

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Pairing: Oh Sion x Maeda Riku (NCT Wish) Rating: M POV: Third Summary: Prince Sion of Mokpo was promised to marry Princess Giselle of Fukui, but he likes men and men only. When he brings up this issue with his parents, he got more than he bargained for. The king and queen of Mokpo demand a prince for their son. The king of Fukui only has one son left though… Note: Dedicated to a dear friend who has an NCT hyperfixation and complained there were not enough NCT Wish fics and I would die for her so here I am writing a multi-chaptered fic. Tags: Royalty AU, arranged marriage, love at first sight, mutual pining, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, historical fic with unspecified time period and language barriers

Doing a quick rewatch of The Witcher season 3, so I am all refreshed for season 4. Do feel an itch for fanfic writing tho, but not sure what I wanna give a go

Witcher fic maybe?

Fourth installment of Jasker x better bf than Geralt reader

Jasker x Radovid x cis male reader pwp

Angst with Geralt? Geralt covered in blood? Holding Geralt? 👀

Other (comment pls)

Voting ended onOct 31, 2025

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #male reader #gender neutral reader #x male reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x reader #geralt x male reader #geralt x gender neutral reader #geralt of rivia x male reader #geralt of rivia x you #jaskier x reader #jaskier x radovid #jaskier x male reader #jaskier x gn reader #gn reader

starpains

on “the blond,” “the older man,” and other crimes against third-person limited

You know that thing where a story is written in tight third person limited — we’re meant to be inside someone’s head, seeing the world through their thoughts — and then suddenly the narration says “the blond frowned” or “the shorter woman sighed” about a person the POV character knows really well?

That’s called antonomasia — using a descriptive label instead of a name. And it’s fine when we’re talking about strangers: “the cashier handed her the receipt,” “the tall guy blocked the door.” The POV character doesn’t know their names, and we just need a quick way to tell people apart.

But the moment it’s used for someone the POV character already knows, it breaks immersion. Because that’s not how our minds work. We don’t think “the older man smiled at me.” We think “Mark smiled.” Or maybe “my boss” if that relationship matters in the moment.

Third person limited means the narration sits inside someone’s perception. Their inner monologue is the story’s voice. So when you switch from “Mark smiled” to “the blond smiled,” you’ve pulled the camera away from their mind and turned it into an outside shot.

If you want to create distance or irritation, you can do it on purpose —

“The idiot from accounting emailed again.”

That’s character voice. That’s judgment. That works.

But otherwise?

As soon as your POV character knows someone’s name, use it. While we do tend to worry about repetitions, names rarely register as such to the readers.

If you need variety for rhythm, use relational or emotional identifiers that make sense in their head: her friend, his partner, their teacher, the person they loved.

Because inside someone’s thoughts, there are no “blonds” or “brunettes.”

There are only people they know.

saltwaterscully

what you must understand is that i have five incredible fan fictions in the works. and you might never see any of them

melodicwriter

Captain Ed Mercer may be what will get me to write fanfics again. I just wanna kiss that stupid face. That cute ass grin. Oh my god what a man

#gayden things #the orville #ed mercer #captain Ed Mercer #seth mcfarlane

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