#IT FEELS WEIRD TO TAG IT AS ANYTHING ELSE

[mona-risms]

I'm not sure if you'd like reader as Celine's s/o. She's not actually in this, just mentioned. I need her for plot+excuse for why reader is around as much as they are.

Being Rumi's other parental figure. See- Because Celine so subtly engraved Rumi's hatred for her own body, imagine if she'd had someone who would always fiercely counter that idea growing up, you. Celine's own s/o.💀 It most likely wouldn't spare her the insecurity, but it may have not been as bad as it was by the time she reached where she was in the movie.

Baby Rumi off-handedly: "Celine said one day I won't be cursed anymore when I make the golden honmoon :D" *holding up a crudely drawn picture of her with and without her patterns.*

Reader: "...She what—Cursed?" (Take that drawing from her NOW 😭)

Rumi: "Yeah, my marks'll go away!"

Reader: *I'm gonna chew that woman's head off—* "Baby, you're not cursed, and neither are those marks. They're part of who you are."

Rumi: "But Celine said-"

Reader: "Never mind what Celine said. Alright, here's a question: Do you want to be mean to people?"

Rumi: "NO ☹️ that's gonna make them sad, I don't wanna make people sad!"

Reader: "See? You're perfectly fine the way you are. Demon patterns or not, they don't change who you are in here," *pointing at her heart.* "Demon doesn't automatically equal bad, you're not a bad person, and you're half demon, alright?"

Rumi: *Buffering loading symbol above her head.* "Okaay... I don't like being half demon though."

Reader: "Well you didn't choose it, and you're not better or worse for it. Your parents don't define who you are, your choices do. So choose good."

Rumi: "Okay!" *going back to drawing while she deadass forgets that whole conversation bc she's four or something.*

MY SHAYLAAA. I WISH SHE HAD A BETTER PARENT FIGURE. Literally went full mama bear mode when Celine was fr staring at distressed Rumi and just not listening to what was being said to her.

DIE. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE ALLAT NOOOOOOO RUMI BABY :(

Honestly if Celine's not gonna take care of her properly then we may as well 😒 LIKE okay real talk I hate kids, right, but even I'd be like "wtf" with the way Celine essentially made her grow up with such insecurities hello??? I'd smack the living SHIT outta her idc if she's battle-trained!!!!!

Rumi would see you as like the nicer parent between you and Celine and she may genuinely even go to you for whenever everything eats at her too much ☹️☹️☹️ and especially whenever Mira and Zoey try to invite her our to like bathhouses or anything that may show off her patterns ☹️☹️☹️☹️ bc it's like. She's not gonna go, as much as she wants to, but she still feels so left out bc of it so she goes to the person that knows that she has patterns but accepts her anyway. She'd DEFINITELY end up in a better place than whatever tf's going on now bc even if she still thinks she's a monster or a mistake, at least she knows she isn't really completely alone

Methinks it'd still hurt like hell though, thanks to Celine's constant. Thing. Like at some point she'd have to wonder like why is it only just you that accepts her for who she is? Why can't anyone else? Mira and Zoey would understand right? Bc she didn't ask to be born like this. It just kinda spirals either way god I feel so bad for this girl

Imagine the whole scene w Celine happens as well, except you end up witnessing it and Rumi's absolute State. And when she sees that you don't even try to walk away—in fact, if you even start walking towards her without reservation bc that is YOUR KID not a fucking monster—she might break down and end up running to you despite Celine's shouts to hug you in tears bc she just. She just got force-revealed, her two best friends turned on her bc of the surprise realisation, Jinu betrayed her ass, and now one of her parental figures can't even look at her in the eye :(. She'll teleport off to the Tower after but :((((( please god I need her taken care of this woman deals w so much ☹️☹️☹️

[bewitched-hours]

Hello! Yeah me again asking abt the noli and 07 yandere thing (lord I feel weird asking again I don’t want to be a bother) It’s just the last one you wrote was really and I mean really WELL written and I was hoping to ask for a part 2 of how things go? Hacking together, speaking, debating life—just quite cool! I already sent you the link of the past one I was talking about so I hope thats alright!

HI- YEAH- I SAW IT LOL I only saw it at school tbf so I'm starting it with this and have the story opened in another tab to make sure I don't forget anything (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

The reader's pronouns are once again She/They-

Pre-Forsaken

All three of you sat on opposite sides of 007 as you looked at the child in his arms.

"It's kinda cute..." You tried to end the silence comfortably as you could see the man soften. Noli didn't look so tough either for a change.

Though the red bundle of joy was giddy now, you knew it was only a matter of time until it got hungry...

"What are we meant to do with it..?" Noli asked quietly, watching as the baby held onto 007's fingers with glee. It honestly melted your heart a bit.

"I say we keep it." You state bluntly, surprised eyes meeting your own as you went to quickly explain yourself. "Think about it. If we drop it off somewhere else it would probably reach the same path as us if it survives anyways."

The two of them gave each other an unsure look before you gently lifted the child out of 7n7's arms with a huff. "I'm not saying we'd be great parents or anything but it'd definitely be better than the foster system or death." Your tone was firm but they could tell you were empathising with that little red face giggling up at you.

Maybe you were trying to prove something to yourself. That you were better than your family? Maybe that you can actually take care of something meaningful?

Whatever, it wasn't like either of them could say no by the time you started cooing at the baby all motherly.

"Heh, guess you're right." 007 perked up first, getting you to smile a bit more.

Wether it was to make you happy or they actually liked the idea, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that this child was safe with you.

"We should totally call it after the c00lgui." You commented with a chuckle, having Noli cackling and 007 trying to suppress his laugh.

"Yeah- no- this is good- So c00lkidd?" He suggested, letting out a laugh at your grinning nod. It was silly, it was unusual...

It was perfect.

"It'll be the perfect addition! Plus, I have some experience back when I had a babysitting gig to save up some money as a kid myself. We'll just need to get a few things and c00lkidd is gonna be spoiled with love!" You practically beamed and placed a gentle kiss on the little one's head, going back to cooing at it as it giggled in your arms.

Being a family might just be easier than you thought...

Post-Forsaken

For once, 007 probably appreciated being an outsider.

It meant more time with you. More time with Noli.

You were quick to figure out a spot to all meet in where neither killers nor survivors would even hear you.

It was perfect, especially whenever Noli decided to bring along c00lkidd and you could just talk for a while.

CK loved you. He loved the idea of having a big family like this where you could be his mom. You played nice and fair and actually managed to tire him out at times.

Though he didn't understand why it was such a taboo to play tag outside of rounds, he trusted your explanation that it was because it was less fun with only you four and the other survivors wouldn't be willing to listen to you or 007.

And CK knew the other killers were even less willing so...

But you'd always promise that once you get back home, you'll be the best mother to c00lkidd. And he took it as a good promise to make before saying his goodbyes and waiting for the next round.

You were committed to being the mother c00lkidd needed and the 'wife' that 007n7 and Noli deserved...

A bit disappointed with how this turned out but I tried my best-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[abiatackerman]

(request)- Where Levi comforts his girlfriend during a thunderstorm

It was a sweet request, I felt so cozy while writing this... Anyways thanks for requesting, I hope you'll enjoy!

The storm can't touch you here

Summary: Levi comforting you during a thunderstorm!

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns

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The thunder cracks again—louder this time. Sharp, violent.

It splits through the silence of the night like a whip across your nerves.

Your heart skips, thuds, then begins its fast, uneven rhythm. You toss the blanket off, climbing out of bed like a ghost, barefoot and dazed. You know you won't sleep. Not like this.

Not with the storm howling just outside your window.

You wrap your arms around yourself, moving quietly down the hallway. The barracks are still and dark, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the stone walls. You don't know where you're going—just that you don't want to be alone.

Your feet carry you toward the mess hall.

Maybe someone else is awake. Maybe a distraction. Anything.

You push the heavy door open slowly and freeze.

There's only one other person in the room.

Levi.

He's sitting at a table near the corner, where the light hits just right. A small ceramic cup rests between his hands, steam rising lazily from the top. His posture is relaxed but upright, legs crossed neatly beneath the table. His eyes lift to you the moment the door creaks.

He doesn't look surprised. Just… observant.

"You're up late," he says plainly, voice quiet, cutting through the stillness like a knife through silk.

You shift awkwardly in the doorway. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

Before he can reply, the sky flashes white through the windows. A second later, thunder cracks, long and angry. You flinch—hard—shoulders jerking up. Your fingers grip the edge of the doorframe. You almost yelp.

Levi's eyes sharpen.

"Tch. Scared of thunderstorms?"

You swallow and force a nod, cheeks warming. "Yeah."

He doesn't mock. Doesn't smirk. Just gestures with a short tilt of his chin to the chair across from him.

"Sit down."

You hesitate, then walk over and lower yourself onto the wooden chair, folding your hands in your lap to hide the slight tremble in your fingers.

"I know it's lame," you mumble, not meeting his eyes. "I mean—who still gets scared of thunder at this age? It's ridiculous."

There's a beat of silence as he lifts his cup, sips, and sets it down again with barely a sound.

Then—calmly, evenly—he says, "Everyone fears something."

Your eyes lift to him slowly.

"The strongest people I know," he continues, "have things that keep them up at night. That make their hands shake. Fear's not weakness." His gaze settles on you, unreadable but steady. "There's probably a reason behind it."

You look down, a small smile tugging at your lips. That's all he says—he doesn't ask what happened. He doesn't dig. He just… leaves space.

It feels like breathing room.

He shifts slightly, then nods toward the counter. "Want tea?"

You glance up again, surprised. "You're offering me tea?"

"Don't make it weird," he mutters. "You're already in here like a scared stray cat. Might as well stay warm."

You laugh under your breath—quiet, but genuine—and nod. "Okay. Thanks."

A few minutes later, the warmth of the mug seeps into your hands as you sit across from him in silence. The storm continues to rage outside, but it feels distant now. Like it's happening somewhere else.

Here, with Levi, everything is still.

And maybe because of that your eyes start to grow heavy without you realizing it. The late hour settles into your bones. The comfort lulls you. At some point, your head drops against the cool surface of the table.

You didn't mean to fall asleep.

But the next thing you know, you're drifting—soft, weightless, surrounded by the faint scent of black tea and something familiar: clean fabric and a trace of cedar.

You don't feel the cold.

Because sometime in the quiet, Levi stands up, steps beside you, and lays his jacket gently over your shoulders.

He watches you for a moment—silent, unreadable—but his expression softens slightly at the sight of your peaceful face.

He doesn't wake you. Doesn't speak.

He simply returns to his seat, tea in hand, eyes drifting to the window where lightning flashes once again.

The thunder still growls.

But here, in the warm glow of the mess hall, beneath his jacket and steady gaze—

It never touches you.

[tinytalkingtina]

Weekend of June 27 2025

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of asks you can send, please feel free to send multiple!

Thanks for the tags @queenie-ofthe-void, @beingmissbatty, and @yesdangerpls!

I've [still] got quite the backlog of Steddie Startrek emojis to work through, so we're going to leave that off the list this weekend again, alas. It'll get worked on once I'm feeling up to working on 3 WIPs again :)

✨ My steddie BB "Cursed Prince Steve and Bard Eddie" fairytale AU is at 14k now (don't...don't ask what the original word count was supposed to be. I've apparently improved at writing longer form stories now). This week has been focusing mainly on linking together things I've written for the tasks themselves

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: The first pirate-themed chapter was published Wednesday, and the second chapter of "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" is going to be published later today for the Switch Eddie week event! This weekend I'll be alternating between the real-world plot for the aliens chapter and the erotica for the cowboys/prince&stable boy one this weekend

Tags and a snippet from the alien chapter of 🏴‍☠️ under the cut:

“What a weird but powerfully erotic feeling to have someone else’s fingers in my butt!” Stuart yelped. It wasn’t anything like his own fingers at all, or the cucumber that almost broke off inside him in the shower a few months ago. (That was the last time he followed the advice in a magazine that catered to men of his persuasion, which, okay, had told him to use a carrot. Actually it said to use something with a flared base and not any type of vegetable, but still!) Guess that answered why Eddie had “forgotten” to buy cucumbers when it was his turn to do the groceries a few times now. What the fuck. Steve kind of wanted to drag his roommate down to the sex shop three blocks away from their apartment and rub his nose in the butt plugs like he was a misbehaving puppy or something. And uh...huh. Well that was an idea Steve was definitely going to come back to later. Once he finished reading exactly what Eddie wanted to do to his ass first. Which wasn’t exactly as terrifying a thought as it had been a couple weeks ago. The weird but powerfully erotic feeling got stronger as the alien with locks of brownish brown continued spelunking deep into his manscapped mancave.

Tagging the usual crowd of folks to join in and work on their own WIPs! Let me know if you want a tag, always happy to add names to the list :)

@hbyrde36 @vthx @pearynice @felixir-of-moths @pentapoctopus

@machtaholic @onirislanding @apomaro-mellow @queenofshenanigans @fuctacles

@eriquin @kikidoesfanfic @bellandora @scoops-aboy86 @cloudsurfing42

@madaboutmunson @turinspeachjam @fkinkindagauche @augustjustice

@dame-zoom-a-lot @cxwzkeys @sourw0lfs @stellarspecter @salamandergoo

@shares-a-vest @dreamwatch

@strangerthingswritersguild

[cloudy-on-neptune]

hello! im neptune! welcome to my blog!

im very obsessed with the silly gay cephalopod game (splatoon) it's very fun!!!

this is my main account where I reblog or shitpost :p, i will link my splatoon rp blogs after i finish introducing myself!

some stuff to know about me!

im neptune (duh) but feel free to call me liv or livvie

im a demigirl and go by they/them and she/her pronouns

also a raging lesbian 💔

i am a minor (16+) so no weird asks please 😭

i really like to talk so don't be afraid to send in asks or message me!!!

if you can't tell i really like shiver (she's so cool)

i also really like acht and marina but i went with a shiver theme because i wanted to, but ill probably change it every once in a while

if you want to play splatoon with me use the pool "splatirl" OR my friend code! (SW- 2882-2538-1988)

or you can add me on discord (neptune08522)

here's some tags i may use

#🎱 - rambling

can't really think of what else but ill probably just type random shit in the tag thing so you'll know, plus ill add anything new onto here :)

splatoon rp blogs:

@tessasgonemad

@onvenussss

@everybodylovesquinnie

@forgetmaynot

also check out the splatoon irl community, they're so awesome!!!

[oneroomjestershow]

when

[xxplastic-cubexx]

charlies turn for the reference sheet beam

[nox-in-a-box]

quick cedlock drawing for my fellow shippers <3

saw this and immediately thought of them

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

do you think it's weird or unfounded to not want to use chat gpt due to the environmental cost? i feel really strongly that i want to completely avoid it (and, like, recreational/work related ai in general) for that reason, but people seem to think this is really weird when i express that as a reason. but i feel like i should be able to make this call if i want to and that's a good reason to not use it. i don't know?!?!?! i don't get anything anymore?!?!?!

[sysig]

Reverberations, configurations (Patreon)

[daeyumi]

man idk if it’s just me but i rarely seem to get the fun or silly asks. idk maybe i just don’t come across as approachable or talkative (which i suppose is fair) but everything seems to always be “can u draw x thing” or “can u draw y thing”.

like

idk i do enjoy drawing things for ppl but i feel like we’re kind of reaching like. an uncomfortable Threshold here

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[novelconcepts]

It really frees up so much mental real estate when you start thinking of sex as just: a thing people sometimes do. Some people are super into it! Some aren't! It's for fun! It's for intimacy! It's the deepest connection some people will ever feel and totally meaningless to others! It's hot! It's boring! It helps some people sleep! It exists as an exciting construct solely in fantasy for others! What it isn't is some complicated moral ground that needs to be fought against at every turn. It's just A Thing. Which means people who have a lot of it, or none of it, or whatever in between are all worth the same. Which means stories that have a lot of it, or none of it, or whatever in between are worth the same, too. Smut isn't less valuable than "clean" stories. People who have a high "body count" aren't less valuable than those who have never had sex at all. It's just A Thing. Making peace with sex as just A Thing that is natural to consentingly have or not have, want or not want, really is a great adjustment to your brainspace.

[mister13eyond]

its not that i DONT ship krusie its just that theyre so incredibly queerplatonic to me. do u understand. look at them. platonic soulmates. they don't need romance they're the Fun Gang that is a bond that transcends everything

[beneathsilverstars]

Siffrin+Loop system backstory/timeline for my modern AUs!

Age 4 - ▮ is in a major car crash with their family. Their eye is injured, and their parents and sibling die. They split; ▮ has most of the memories, and is inconsolable when they front. ▯ only vaguely remembers events from before the crash without much emotional attachment, and explains that ▮ died along with their family, and being a ghost hurts. They're adopted by their grandmother.

▮ fronts and has a meltdown whenever they hear their name, hear anything about their family, or are forced to drive in a car. Their grandmother gets their legal name changed (to something she knows was on their parents' potential-baby-names list) and moves to a city with great public transit. After going a while without encountering their triggers, ▮ fades out. ▯ mostly fronts at home and a different alter mostly fronts at school.

Age 11 - Their grandmother dies and they enter foster care. ▯ misses their grandma and has trouble adjusting, so they go dormant. The composition of the system changes to adapt to changing circumstances as they're moved between foster homes. Mal stays the most consistent through this time period; it doesn't front often, but its memory is the least spotty, so it tries to keep the rest of the system somewhat organized and consistent and careful. It's kinda annoyed by everyone else coming in and out and making a mess, but better them than it.

Age 16 - They get a shitty part time summer job, and Siffrin pops up to front for it. He's very disconnected from the rest of the system; he doesn't remember anything he wasn't fronting for, and he can't access the same headspace everyone else is in. He's good at quietly adapting to whatever situation he finds himself in, at least. Mal is the only one who can pop over to Siffrin's headspace and talk to him, and it pulls Siffrin away from the front for someone else to take over when it's time to go home. The job ends and he sleeps for a while, and then they get another job and he fronts for it again.

Age 18 - They leave the foster care system and move into an apartment with some college students. Without school or a foster home to return to, Siffrin stays at the front unless something triggers someone else out, which happens less often as Siffrin gets better at holding onto the front and avoiding triggers. They spend the next couple years moving between shitty apartments and shitty jobs.

Age 22 - Siffrin becomes almost-sorta-friends with two roommates, and they stick together for the next lease term. He lands a job with slightly better pay than normal and a decent shift lead, but a particularly cruel manager. One of the roommates starts dating someone who's kind of an asshole.

age 23 - The other roommate unexpectedly has to move out of town, leaving the remaining two with higher bills. After a couple months with no luck finding someone new to sublease or at least move in at the next lease term, the roommate's partner moves in. The roommate often gets into fights with their partner, who is turning increasingly abusive, and Siffrin can't do anything to help. Some headmates from the childhood subsystem start fronting more often again, which is stressful to Siffrin since they have no idea what happens during that time, on top of their own increased dissociation. Mal isn't being very talkative, either, and what it does say is pretty harsh.

age 24 - The decent shift lead at work quits and gets replaced by someone worse, but Siffrin can't afford to change jobs and make any less money, since the abusive partner isn't contributing to bills. After a particularly bad incident between the roommates and then a disastrous attempt to convince the nice one to leave, Siffrin splits into Loop and a new version of Siffrin.

Loop keeps the memories of ages 22-24 (and nearly nothing before that), and copes with them by thinking of all people outside of their system as empty things acting out their roles, rather than real people with feelings and the ability to change. Siffrin keeps the memories from before meeting the nice roommate (though they're a bit foggy by now), and his personality resets a bit accordingly to what he was like three years ago. Loop is fairly aware most of the time when Siffrin is fronting and can chat with him, but Siffrin still totally misses anything that happens when he's not at the front. Loop continues fronting at work, and at home when either roommate is home, and just pulls Siffrin to the front when it's safe. The childhood subsystem stops fronting entirely now that someone else is here to deal with everything.

Since Siffrin is now free from the work/home stress, they're able to find and work a second job, and then another which allows Loop to quit the first. Siffrin mostly fronts for these new jobs, but Loop steps in when Siffrin gets too anxious. When the lease at the current place is up, the two jobs together are enough for them to get a shitty studio apartment with no roommates to worry about.

Age 28 - Siffrin and Loop have found a decent balance. Loop's not fond of Mal, but Siffrin chats with it sometimes. Both Siffrin and Loop still refuse to go anywhere in a car; Loop knows it's some sort of major trigger but doesn't know why, while Siffrin just happens to always choose a different option no matter how inconvenient. They've switched jobs a couple times, and none of them are great, but it could be worse. They've stayed at the same studio apartment this whole time, which also isn't great, but it could be worse.

Mal can still choose to hang out in either the Sif+Loop headspace or the childhood subsystem's headspace. At some point, when they're feeling safer, headmates from the childhood subsystem (especially ▯) will start fronting a tiny bit now and then when triggered by reminders of important memories. Loop is just as cut off from them as Siffrin is, and the moments are so tiny that it's hard to differentiate them from just zoning out, but eventually they'll figure out that there must be at least one more headmate they don't know about.

Find more info on the "current" state of the system in my original headcanon post!