she / her | picrew by MaeEllen | i try to keep up on things but im only human. | i have decided this is a multifandom blog bc my fixations are like a seesaw right now
call me Paper, and i am a hermit most days of the year.
use she/her please :)
my ao3 (!!) is here, same name
— about me under cut —
dni if you are anti-religious or have a personal vendetta against christians, muslims, hindus, jews, or other religious peoples.
Things I AM :
- a multi-fandom blog
- a hyperfixation blog
- someone with ADHD
- a multishipper
- over 18
- religious ( a branch of Christianity i am uncertain of still )
- i do have a separate blog for my religious journey, but that is irrelevant for this page. this irrelevancy does not mean, however, that i will hide my faith.
Things I Am NOT :
- gonna be a bigot. like cmon. just because i’m religious doesn’t mean i hate the LGBT+ community or other religions or whatever else the hateful "christians" hate.
- going to argue. opinions are opinions. and i will not argue with someone to simply argue. i’d prefer not to debate either, as it is the internet, and i am severely unlikely to persuade anyone of any one particular point.
- one fandom-exclusive blog
- an rpf shipper ( but i Will send love to irl couples like Jizzie, Markiplier/Amy, etc. )
—strangers to lovers, pre-rocky, y/n is starfire like.
𖤓 by the time your ship and the hail mary crossed paths, you had been alone for seventeen light years. truly alone, drifting off in a ship that had lost fuel due to a leakage caused by running into a meteor shower. you had lost hope that anyone else in the universe existed, so you genuinely thought this other ship was a hallucination.
𖤓 the first meeting is nothing like ryland expected. your ship had had just enough energy left to send a distress signal, and the fact that this energy had lasted just enough for you perform a spacewalk and construct a interconnecting pressurised airlock tunnel was nothing short of miraculous.
𖤓 ryland cautiously opened the airlock, expecting some form of hostility, only to be met by a humanoid alien woman who looks at him with wide stunned eyes and immediately bursts into tears. fully sobbing, exhausted overwhelmed disbelief.
𖤓 ryland panics immediately, “oh my god, please don’t cry. god, okay, please stop crying. i dont know what going on either.”
𖤓 you’re immediately grabbing at his suit, crying at his feet and rapidly saying something in a language he can’t understand. you sound grateful. he just stood there, confused, because you were looking at him like he personally descended from heaven. you’re friendly, reaching towards him instead of away.
𖤓 the first couple of days together are nothing short of both hell and fascinating. neither of can understand the other, and ryland has you hooked up to a translator, needing to manually add words so you can communicate. you’re talking through pointing, drawings, frustrated noises, and increasingly dramatic gestures. you’re terrified he’ll kick you out, and he’s scared you’ll turn into a monster and eat him.
𖤓 you’re learning insanely fast, and you’re talking nonstop now that communication has been established. not out of naïveté, but because the silence had become a haunting soundtrack of those years you spent alone waiting for death to free you. you’re endlessly asking about humans, music, birthdays and rain. you watch ryland sleep, patiently waiting for him wake up just to ask another “important human question.”
𖤓 you’re laughing at all of his corny jokes, because you genuinely find them funny, and ryland realises with absolute horror that he wants to keep making you laugh forever.
𖤓 and for something alien, ryland is shocked at how human you were. you were empathetic to a fault, fascinated by cat videos, and immediately loving the idea of a rainbow. but you could also pick him with one hand, and memorise the ship’s coding interface within minutes. you had grabbed his hand to steady yourself, and that’s when he found out that you had healing abilities after a scar from childhood faded after you let go of him.
“why are your eyes doing that?”
“i can see in the dark!”
“…you can what now??”
𖤓 you had a tendency to misinterpret human culture in the funniest way possible while being very confident about it. ryland teaches you sarcasm, and suddenly you’re using it in deeply inappropriate situations. “dang it! the system failed again.” “you’re so good at this, no wonder your people chose you.”
𖤓 you’re always close to him instinctively. watching over him while he works, leaning over his shoulders to watch over his experiments, wandering into rooms purely because he’s there. ryland found the proximity comforting. having been alone for years too left him touch starved in ways he hadn’t even begun to unpack. he enjoyed the way you’d drape your arms around him, they way you’d grab his face to understand human expressions, when you’d touch his hair because you didn’t understand why it didn’t float off like yours.
𖤓 this leads to him realising that you couldn’t stand being alone. not in a clingy way, but more out fear after enduring decades of forced solitary confinement. if he disappears into a section of the ship for too long, you’ll come looking for him under the guise of wanting to help him with something trivial. you’re attached to him, because to you, he’s your divine intervention. another living creature in the vast nothingness.
𖤓 ryland is used to people tolerating him, respecting him professionally. but you’re genuinely amused by him, you look at him like he’s genuinely special and he has absolutely no defence against that.
𖤓 your fascination with human affection is what emotionally cooks ryland. your species expressed closeness differently, so you studied him constantly. the meaning behind every smile, every tone shift, why humans touch each other so casually. ryland had given you a hug after helping him unlock a memory from his time back on earth, and you freeze for a moment trying to understand it. after that, you made up reasons to initiate physical touch yourself. fingers brushing his while handing him tools, resting your head on his shoulder while looking at star maps, sitting so close to each other and your thighs touch.
𖤓 you learn that humans kiss after watching a movie, and become obsessed with understand why. and ryland is a blushy mess trying to get you to drop it.
“what biological significance does ‘kissing’ have?”
“not much. it’s just-.. you know, emotional.. significance..”
“oh. can you demonstrate? …why are you red?”
𖤓 and ryland can’t handle it normally. the chemistry becomes too much to handle because you’re so open and warm, and he’s so painfully awkward. you look at him like he’s the centre of the universe, isolation stripped away all pretence for you, so you trusted him blindly. and when you tell him: “i forgot what conversation was like before you. i used to talk to the walls so i would hear a voice answer back in the echoes.” and suddenly he became very busy tightening a screw because if he looked at you, he would’ve cried. he knew what that was like.
𖤓 you adored him so openly, it truly confused him. to you, he was an intelligent, compassionate, and full of life. always watching him with that expression that said you couldn’t believe he’s here. and ryland, who was very emotionally avoidant, would try to rationalise it scientifically.
“i think you’re just culturally expressive.” while you’re playing with his hair, unable to stay away from him.
𖤓 and because you’re so emotionally sincere, there’s no playing games. if you’re happy to see him, you say it. if you miss him you say it. if you think he looks handsome while he’s working on something while his biceps flex, you’ll tell him.
𖤓 one night, ryland accidentally falls asleep in the lab, and when he wakes up, you’re laying on the ground next to him because you didn’t want him to wake up alone.
𖤓 hugging him for the first time because he fixed something in your ship. just throwing your arms around him, “grace!!! you’re so wonderful!!!” and it’s just him short circuiting, and genuinely forgetting what he was saying.
𖤓 constantly complimenting him, and him not knowing how to take it. “you’re very beautiful when you think!” “your voice becomes higher when your excited! very adorable!” “your eyes are very kind! very beautiful!”
𖤓 you listen to every single word he says, you made him feel like his every thought mattered. even his dumb dangers. especially his dumb tangents. but he’s apologising halfway through over explaining molecular biology to you. “why apologise? i enjoy hearing you think!” with the prettiest smile and his brain is blue screening.
𖤓 your crush on him is very obvious, there’s no hiding it. it’s obvious in the way you look at him, there’s way you touch him, how you’re immediately healing him when he’s hurt even if it’s something as small as a paper cut.
𖤓 sometimes ryland looks at you while you’re admiring the drawing his students gifted him, and he’ll feel this crushing ache in his chest because you survived for so long on your own, but still came out gentle. still came out loving. and that terrifies him, because he’s developing a level of attachment that he knows will eventually hurt. a part of him keeps trying to resist your connection, but the other part already knows that he’s hopelessly gone.
𖤓 he admires you endlessly, you’re not someone he rescued anymore, you’re the brightest star he’s ever encountered.
𖤓 with your open affection, you end up accident teaching him casual intimacy. sitting in silence, little touches, casual praise, shared routines. ryland realises one day that no one has ever made him feel this emotionally safe before.
𖤓 he starts needing you in ways he doesn’t want to analyse too closely. everything feels off when you’re in another section for too long. he craves your praise when he’s researching. he’ll feign having headaches just to feel your fingers in his hair. he automatically looks for you whenever he enters a room.
𖤓 the real turning point comes when you’re hurt during routine maintenance work. it’s nowhere near life threatening, but ryland is panicked, his voice is shaking, his hands are trembling while trying to help you. he’s half dazed, holding you a little too tightly when he realises: “oh. oh, i got it bad.”
𖤓 he’s so much more softer, more open afterwards. he already knows how you feel about you, so he’s touching you a lot more. hands on your waist and hips, resting his forehead against yours when he’s tired. and you react like those gestures mean the world to you every time.
𖤓 one time you fell asleep against him while watching star charts, and he just sits there while looking at you with this devastated smile on his face because the truth finally settles into place. ryland grace was in love.
I woke this this morning to this comment left on one of my fics
I was half asleep so it took me a bit to realise that this is a scammer.
It seems that scammers have learnt from their obvious tells in the past.
Previously, scammers would leave vague comments from guest accounts before asking if you’d like to commission some art from them.
Now, it seems like they are starting to create AO3 accounts and are feeding either fic or tags into an AI to pump out a summary before offering the commission.
Here’s the scammer’s profile. Note the description (which seems to be the same for every account posting these comments) and the recent join date.
I received another comment this evening for the exact same scam, just a different profile.
This is a reminder! These are scams preying on the desire to have your fic illustrated and will not deliver! They will either take your money and run or give you something AI generated and will not accept any refunds!
Remember to block and report these comments so the abuse team can stop these scammers in their tracks!
thus always to tyrants is crazy btw. there's a wind alive in the valley. through the deep dark valley preceding album. four winds ep's the next body of work. it will fill your lungs if you'll have it.
Can you imagine being stuck in space completely alone with only the corpses of your friends for company, and the first living thing you meet after 46 years of that misery is a fucking weird alien creature who just rolls up with crazy advanced tech and goes "hi let's work together" and makes it possible for you to save your world through the power of friendship and molecular biology. AND THEN you find out that in this creature's language, its name means "mercy". Happened to my good friend Rocky btw
hey! looking for a fic that was deleted ages ago now, disappeared about October 2020, and no, i SEARCHED for it to be orphaned, but i think it was flat out deleted. the account doesnt exist anymore either so...
ANYWAYS it was a Peter Parker Twitter Fic on AO3, had a tag that said "Animal Crossing References", was Harley/Peter if i'm remembering correctly, and probably was just a couple chapters. ive been searching for it for forever, and it's title was "Of Love and Applesauce" by (i believe) LibraryofMagic. started 2019, disappeared 2020, and haven't found it since
i know its a longshot to see if anyone has any of those chapters saved, but honestly if its anywhere, i'd probably find it either on tumblr or reddit and im too scared of reddit
unfortunately i did try that. it might be that idk how to fully navigate it, but i even did it from baseline ao3 front page. then fandoms to marvel. and marvel to peter parker. but the moment i tried to add harley to the tags? failed on me.
so i migjt try again in a different way, but so far unsuccessful 😔
thinking about phm again and i thought about how rocky will outlive grace and be all alone but then to make that worse in some kind of revenge scheme against me my brain spat out "but rocky will never be alone again. grace made sure of that."
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