hi, i'm way! i'm 20, intersex, and use they/it pronouns. i'm aroace, autistic, and annoying about project hail mary!! i'm a grockdrian truther and love pondering eridian speculative biology & anthropology. irl i'm a physically disabled system who's in school to be a paleontologist :]
i follow from @dromaeosauri and my ao3 is bonebroth.
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fic and longpost materlist under the cut!
ao3:
leave a light on. | T, 3.k + 1/1, implied grockdrian | 2nd person from the POV of Pebble, the child of Rocky and Adrian, as she copes with Rocky having gone to Tau Ceti.
The Golden Record | G, 1.6k + 1/1, gen | After receiving the Beatles, Earth sends a message of peace to Erid. Based on Voyager's Golden Record & the Pioneer Plaque.
certified petrova-line classics:
NSFW (eggpreg, #yearning, trans grace) | Adrian is “the dad and the pet they said they didn’t want” with Grace
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(CW: i'm not proofreading this, sounding, gracerocky switching/vers, bottom growth pumping, praise kink egg laying denial, edging, puppy play if you squint, trans grace bottoming from the top! words used for his genitals are: dick, bottom growth, cock.)
i mentioned this in the original post, but i think the fun part of edging an eridian is the egg laying part. bonus if the eggs coming out is the eridian equivalent of an orgasm. there's a lot of ways to prevent rocky from laying his clutch and oh man is grace going to test them all (as a responsible scientist does of course)
rocky builds a xenonite glove box for that exact purpose. it's up on the table in the lab and has a compartment for rocky to climb in. there's just enough room to comfortably fit the eridian and grace's arms through the gloves that are attached to one side. if rocky is laying on his side, he can't scramble up and scoot away—not that he wants to.
the first time they play the game, grace slips a little xenonite ring onto the base of rocky's ovipositor and gets to work. the eggs press up against the ring just beyond rocky's seal and the heavy, aquamarine tendril is so swollen at the base that grace can't get a hand in there to feel. with the eridian not able to lay eggs, the pleasure could theoretically last forever. when grace finally slips the ring off, the eggs practically shoot out of him.
it's good, but they make plans to make their second time better. rocky is going to have ~10 egg cycles on the way to erid and they plan on getting busy for each one.
rocky takes 3 days painstakingly recreate his and adrian's favorite toy back home—a long sounding rod that attaches to a ring, this time placed closer to the tip of his ovipositor. the inside of the ring is grooved and tightens to prevent it from slipping off—or anything from slipping out.
this time, the eggs work their way down rocky's length and grace gets to feel it. flesh hands can push them up and down with his hands, nudging them all the way back inside of him. the eridian is inconsolable below him, the notes coming out of his vents aren't any words grace has in his vocab (the translator is set to only pick up a safeword so grace can properly hear the song he pulls from his mate). rocky can thrash all he wants, but there's space to do anything but take it.
when grace removes the plug, he uses his hands to wring out the eggs in one, smooth movement, and rocky sings below him.
their favorite version of the game has them working diligently on a new version of the glove box—a compartment in rocky's barricaded-off area of the ship. they add a new compartment that's equally as claustrophobic, but with a thin silicone piece attached at the height of grace's hips.
it turns out that when pumped, grace's dick is the perfect size to fit into the tip of rocky's ovipositor.
pumping is almost the main event and rocky is a little mean about not letting him get off from it. they don't have a science equivalent to bastardize, so the little suction device is another invention rocky makes. he's a little shit about it—squeezing the bulb one more time than necessary just to hear grace's dick swell against the xenonite. the sound of the blood flowing to such a small, sensitive area mixed with grace's begging and whimpers is so sweet; sue him if he takes the time to listen to his favorite song.
it's a shift to the previous dynamic when rocky gets him like this. brattiness from the thrill of holding his mate down and playing with him replaced with something gentler, something more pathetic—the desire to be good.
there's no gloves attached to the xenonite—rocky told him to keep his hands to himself—as grace presses his bottom growth against the silicone. rocky's ovipositor is already dropped and pressed against the thin barrier.
grace slips inside so easily and almost immediately yanks himself back like he's been burned. he hasn't really—they did plenty of tests to stop that from happening—it's just so warm. every little chirp and purr is a vibration sent to the sleeve enveloping his dick. grace has used his fair share of fleshlights suited for his anatomy, but it was always so impersonal and nothing like this.
the ovipositor around him sucks him in greedily, like grace belongs there. the flesh ripples and pulses rhythmically around him and he forgets that he's supposed to be doing something—or someone—until rocky's leg taps against the barrier and reminds him to be good.
he slowly starts rocking back and forth into the eridian, and grace's ears start ringing from how good it feels. he's not really able to pull out with how rocky is sucking him in, so it's moreso humping like a dog in heat than it is actual thrusting. rocky is chirping and clicking rapidly below him, so he assumes he's doing a good job.
grace knows he looks absolutely wrecked—there's tears and snot all over his face. it's all just on the side of too much now, but then the eggs start dropping and the real fun begins.
the first one hits the head of grace's small cock and he screams, palms coming up and smacking at the clear xenonite. his hips buck wildly forward and the egg is jostled back up a few inches. the rest follow soon after, and grace's hips are pushing them up as soon as they inch down. it hurts and feels good and grace is sure that he's died and gone to heaven by his second orgasm. his thighs are a mess of slick, mirroring the mess of mercury in front of him.
rocky isn't really saying words anymore. grace picks out pieces of it between the notes of rocky's concerto—faster, earth animal, faster, good, amaze, grace, mate, more, faster, good.
eventually, the eggs start to collect closer to rocky's tip and the pressure is too much. grace's cock is pushed out and the movement against the poor, abused flesh bullies a final orgasm out of him. he bucks wildly at the silicone, desperate for more of the pressure and sobbing when his hips can't find it.
his sobs are nothing compared to the song below him. rocky's limbs are thrashing and grabbing out for anything around him, loudly thunking against the walls of the space he's trapped in. he can't quite get a hand around himself at this angle—there's nothing to relieve the ache and he can't push back against where grace is ruining him. he can't pull back from where they're stuck together and the tendril has a mind of it's own, focused on the goal of passing their clutch despite the denial. rocky just sits there and takes it, trusts that his mate will be a good boy, and waits for it to be too much for either of them to take. the pleasure just keeps going and going in an endless thrum of grossleakyfastermore.
and then it's finally over, dark blue eggs sitting in a pool of mercury and grace panting against the barrier.
yeah, they're definitely doing this for the other seven cycles.
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love the transmasc grace hc but something abt him always referring to himself as grace and wearing a skirt in the first ten minutes of the movie… transfem realness. let her out
Y’know how some schools do a teachers vs students kickball game during the last week of class before finals? Yeah i think Ryland Grace goes fucking crazy during that. The UNESCO rumors get overshadowed by the time weather moved their game into the gymnasium, where Mr Grace punted the ball with so much fucking force that it took out one of the ceiling lights
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so fucking high rn and this is frying me again. please Do Not send me to space i love cow burgers and wordle and writing fanfiction. i couldn’t do it y’all
i'm intersex and going to hold y'all's hands when i say this: eridians do not have biological sex. they are not intersex or "hermaphrodites" because there is nothing to be inter between. they do not have "two sexes in one" as seen on earth because they do not have sexes to begin with.
there's many ways to play around with the speculative biology of eridian reproductive systems that don't incorrectly use intersex or a slur for intersex people. ("but it's used for animals!" and where do you think the basis of dual-sex biology is referenced from? why are we using a word used for people to analyze a species using a different means of reproduction?)
A random list of Eridian headcanons I've been collecting as I've written for Project Hail Mary in the last 2 months:
-Names all have a base, but how they are said varies by context and person. One Eridian might refer to Rocky as 'Rocky-engineer-mated,' while Adrian refers to him as 'Rocky-mate'. This often shortened for quick communication, but mates usually refer to one another with the '-mated' modifier like a pet name.
-Baby Eridians/pebbles struggle with spatial orientation and proprioception develops before their their ability to truly process allothetic cues from hearing. They utilize idiothetic navigational cues as their cognitive map of a space grows and they're able to navigate easier—it's common for pebbles to be at home for the first few years of life as they hone this skill. Lots of bumping into things and distress if a parent isn't within reach!
-^ Some Eridians never fully develop this skill from either neglect, illness, or birth defect, leading to disability. These Eridians have specially fitted "shoes" or xenonite jewelry on their feet that help create a larger contact area with the ground. They often prioritize a modified tripod gait (aka three legs on the ground at all times) and extend at least one arm forward to act as collision detection. They may prefer to be in close physical contact with other Eridians to feel oriented, but they're otherwise adaptable and can live alone.
-When one half of a mated couple/part of a mated group dies of old age, their mate(s) may increase time between meals to slow their metabolism. Eventually, they are able to slow themselves down to the point where stasis after opening their orifice is final. They enter final-stasis next to their mate and watch the other sleep forever before their bodies are taken to a burial site. This isn't seen as suicide in Eridian culture, but instead a high honor from living a long, happy life.
-^ Eridians usually bury one another at a place their family has used for generations. This site also used to to function as a place to bury eggs with the idea that the genes of parents would help strengthen genetic outcomes, but that's since become a myth. Those places now function as cemeteries with the sentiment of watching the other family members sleep. (Side note: this is why the incident with Blip-A and the Taumoeba-82.5 is particularly tragic—the 22 Eridians never got to come home and final-stasis with their families.)
-Jewelry has a function beyond aesthetic. The sound of certain xenonite necklaces acts like wind chimes and can signal things like friendship, proposal, promotion, or courtship-intent. Certain pieces that are worn for celebration and correlate with tones for festivals (think of wearing a bracelet that makes Christmas sounds).
-Vibrating lowly against a mate is like a massage and feels great (interpret this as you will). There's no critical thinking here beyond "how can I make 'Eridians purring' sound clever."
re: pebble school: is grace a daycare worker? that ficlet was so cute
i think the blanket of "childhood worker" works better for him! i think grace starts out just being a middle-big (a literal translation from eridani; it's their version of human 7th-9th grade) teacher. he does his science class and teaches them about things like relativity, color, etc. to share information between species.
but then grace settles into his life on erid. parents love him and going to the village where mr savior grace and his mates live is a field trip for many classes. he writes down his lesson plans and they're distributed to other teachers, but mr savior grace is an alien and his body makes weird sounds. if you're a ~70 year old eridian that shit is hilarious, okay? everyone is hyped for the field trip to learn about colors.
grace becomes eridian—even if he looks weird to their standards. he continues doing lessons on science, but those are slowly phased out as he becomes fluent in their language. he just incorporates his original lessons into a broader curriculum. his older students are there for a few hours for proper instruction before going home.
grace's younger students have developmental needs and it takes collaborating with other teachers to recognize developmental mile stones he needs to sponsor. when he's finally ready to be a proper eridian teacher he feels like he has an entire other degree.
hatchlings spend the most of their lives in small, confined spaces with a parent watching over them. they're soft and crack easily, and they need to develop their spatial orientation. their ability to map spaces grows and they branch out more and more. sentient, vibrating meatballs that roll around and are bad at being alive <3 they usually spend all of this time with a parent or family member.
eventually they're grown enough where they can actually go out safely and go to school. these classrooms usually have one teacher and are basically a rec center. the place to go if you need to learn numbers and how to not run into walls. pebble preschool if you will.
the next class up becomes grace's youngest. grace essentially has several layers of primary school (kindergarten-5th) in one room; imagine the chaos and needs of a 2nd grade classroom but if the kids has the calculation ability of a high school student. it's grace job to put core concepts in their still developing crystalline brain as they grow—things like how the ecosystem works, but also how to walk in a line, get along with others, and fine motor skills. getting them to be bilingual is another bonus for their brain development!
pebbles need a lot of energy to learn, so grace spends a lot of the day watching over them while they sleep. this a challenge when a lot of the pebbles have anxiety over being in stasis away from home or struggle to get themselves into stasis to begin with. rocky helps build a traditional rest area for pebble classrooms—a circular conversation pit with a cushion for grace in the middle where the human can watch over everyone. there's smaller dips within the rest area that pebbles can settle into and get cozy.
it's always fun to snuggle in after a science experiment or a game of tag on the bio-dome's playground. grace finds that they fall asleep faster if he reads from the portable-earth-thinking-machine and does the funny voices 🪨💤
Also, from a linguistics standpoint, raising children that are bilingual WITH AN ALIEN LANGUAGE would do WONDERS for their brain. Like the amount of thinking capacity and logic and reasoning not to mention ALIEN CULTURE would be a mental supernova- for example, learning Spanish helped with A LOT, even outside of just speaking the language itself, but Spanish is an Indo-European language; Arabic on the other hand is Semitic, and instead of forming words through roots you can stick on the ends of each other (i.e.: visible + in- = invisible) Semitic languages (no other language family does this) form words based on triconsonantal roots (which is one of the reasons Arabic’s script is an abjad and not an alphabet), so with the root K-T-B, which pertains to writing, “kitab” means “book” whereas “maktub” means “it is written”. This difference actually affects the way the brain is wired. Stroke patients who had damaged done to their language processing centers that are native speakers of a Semitic language will have these roots encoded into their neural networks. They will often get the vowel patterns wrong, but the roots will always be in the exact order. Speakers of non-Semitic languages do not have these pathways, and when someone with similar damage tries to speak, the entire word comes out wrong if it comes out at all. Semitic languages are linguistically some of the most alien to Indo-European languages like English, Spanish, Russian, etc, next to Uralic languages (Sami, Finnish) and Koreanic languages (Korean, Jeju) to name a few. Those are on Earth. Alien languages (as beautifully depicted in Arrival) could be different in ways neither side could even begin to comprehend. Conversely, Eridian brains are crystalline. Neuroplasticity just isn’t a thing. Their thoughts are made of light. To encode both an Eridian language and a human language into a young pebble’s highly sophisticated, developing brain would be to give them the culmination of logical reasoning capabilities of millions of years of evolution of TWO DIFFERENT PLANETS. The possibilities and opportunities from this we can only begin to imagine. Someone get on AO3 posthaste.
YES!!!!! oh my god you get it, thank you for this amazing addition!!
i am OBSESSED with neuroplasticity (or lack there of) of eridians (also epigenetics of eridian worker cells but that's a different post). it's hard to imagine how exactly their inorganic brains would work and form, but i like to imagine that concepts learned when the brain is still smaller helps establish larger association areas to begin with. eridians' perceived information is etched into their brain so they don't have synaptic pruning—there's no downsides to learning a lot all at once, but strengthening those pathways to create a strong base as their brain grows is always a good thing.
and there's the opportunities for things to go wrong with you have such a hardened structure. i already talked about rocky with the eridian version of ocd—worker cells stuck in a loop, trying to repair damage that doesn't exist. what about eridians who can't make as many connections or don't do it as quickly as they should? eridians with hyper-binding who don't connect the right things—they can think 5 things at once and things get crossed up. give me an eridian brain with hyperconnectivity who has incorrect reactions to things and links wrong concepts!!
sighs longingly. yeah i'll start on the kindergarten fic
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