#the thems

[fanartsofliliput]

The implied mother-daughter relationship in this movie makes me ill. here is a ficlet with them <3

If there is no canon about Rumi growing up beside that one scene store bought is fine!!!

She looked like her father so, so much, that kid. Almost nothing like her mother.

It hurt to look at her. So Celine didn't. Celine just smiled in her general direction, braided her hair, so bright, so unlike her mother's black, and kept singing. She kept singing their old songs, kept returning to her best friend's grave, and kept raising their little girl, their half-demon.

She kept wishing for a better world, one where her adopted daughter had a real mother, and she - her friend. She kept wishing for a world where her friend never fell in love, never gave birth, never died.

She kept wishing that her friend would be still here, on the nights Rumi couldn't sleep, on the days she cried so, so loudly, scared of her own skin, striped and unnatural - Celine kept wishing.

And she kept shushing the voice in her ear, a familiar, dangerous voice, that was whispering ever since her friend smiled happily at her, presenting her boyfriend and looking so, so happy.

Celine would never listen to it that much. Only when she felt the endless hole in her soul trob particularly sharply.

She loved her girl, she really did. But love isn't enough, sometimes. Sometimes it doesn't smooth over all the cracks.

Sometimes daughters sing only because you taught them to. Their eyes are black, bottomless voids that reflect light with uncanny swiftness, pupils constricting in at the ends and out in the middle, glowing in the dark.

For Celine, love was telling her to hide her stripes, curling sweetly under her ribs, it was reminding her to sing and hum and talk with her human voice, sweet and high, not with the vibrating bass of her demon half, rumbling in the little lungs, purring at hugs and kisses and all the loving touch.

That loving touch was taken away quickly every time she showed her inhumane nature - jerked away from amber eyes hands, broken hugs whenever Rumi purred, soft fingers not touching her stripes whenever she needed sunscreen.

Love wasn't a miracle. It couldn't fix all.

Rumi's eyes shined in the darkness, two little moons in the corridors without lightning. She loved singing low notes, screaming to the metal songs in her room. Her hands kneaded soft dresses and skirts unconsciously, clawed at the uncomfortable ones, trying to scratch them off. She hated all strong scents, sneezed and coughing at the galas her second mother forced her to attend.

Rumi tried to be human, she really did. But her father's legacy was rooted deeply, roots hooking in her veins, claws scraping her bones from inside out. She moved like a yearling tiger, softly and desperately trying to be smooth - even tigers are clumsy in teenage years.

Celine loved her girl, she really did. But as Rumi aged, she closed her doors. She moved her furniture around herself and made escape planes on the back of her mind. She touched her daughter less and less, smiled at her papers and pushed the new talents higher and higher, refusing to think about how far the stripes have progressed.

Old, dying star, pushed forward new constellations, letting them shine so, so brightly that it blinded her, and visited her dead. She sent them off on tours, on trips around the world, and stayed home, guiltily feeling relief.

Celine just needed the Hunters to win, to continue her legacy and reach further than that, so she could stop feeling guilty every time her daughter looked at her, and she couldn't look back.

Just a little more, Celine told herself. Just a couple more shows, and Rumi gets rid of her stripes and her amber eyes and all of her demon habits.

Rumi smiled from the screens with unhumanly sharp teeth, sanded down to the standard, and sang with her human voice, making herself take higher and higher notes, and hid her stripes from everyone but her mother.

The tension grew and grew, just like the stripes on her daughter's skin, just like the fans of her songs, and Celine felt it suffocate the remains of her relationship to her daughter.

They never see each other, those days. One would think it would be easier.

But Celine just worries. Will her girl finally break, snap, shatter her humanity on one of her shows? Will she break the Hunters trying to show herself, all of it? Will the demons kill her little girl, caught her under some rooftop and present Celine with her head one of those days?

Rumi will succeed, she's destined for it. But Celine still worries.

Her little girl, her daughter. The last part of her best friend. Soft hair, sharp chin, dark eyes. Purring under her hands, bright amber eyes, creased in happiness.

High notes and low notes. A good song needs both.

Celine sings their old songs and feels like crying every time there isn't another voice joining her.

She visits her dead, thinking of a man's hands kneading her best friend's belly, of dark, low lullabies in the night Rumi couldn't remember. Celine couldn't bring herself to like him, but he made her friend happy. So she let him live.

Celine stops checking on her girl's progress. She knows she will only go up, and it feels pointless to stalk their socials now. Instead, she sends Rumi pictures of her burnt pancakes and badly sewn sheets.

When she visits her dead one night, Rumi comes back, stripes all over and a burning yellow eye filled with pain. She asks for death, for a release, but Celine is so, so selfish.

Her daughter is crying, and Celine can't even touch her cheek when she sees the stripes there. Her hand hangs in the air, unsure, awkward, and drops back down.

Love isn't a miracle. It cannot heal all.

She still flinches when Rumi screams that she doesn't love her. Not all of her.

Celine can't even argue - she trembles all over, staring strictly at her best friend's daughter's feet.

When Rumi leaves, Celine's knees give out. She cries in the charp cold air, guilty and remorseful, and tries to breathe through it.

She stumbles back home only after the barrier comes back up, feeling old and empty.

When Rumi stumbles into her front door with her band, red-eyed and still smiling, Celine pours them tea and looks on, as they devoir half her pantry and fall on her spare couch, falling asleep immediately.

Mira and Zoey don't flinch from already fading stripes on her daughter skin, they just trace them with their fingers while falling asleep. When Rumi starts purring, half-asleep already and clinging to Mira's body with all her limbs, Zoey just eeps in awe and burrows her way into the cuddle.

Celine thinks of her daughter's childhood and feels an old guilt rising up. She doesn't push it down this time, just covers the girls with a blanket and goes to sleep herself.

She thinks of bright amber eyes and still flinches. But she doesn't close her door that night.

[therising-boar]

break it down bullet!

[badlydrawnroachstuck]

queres

[floating-far-from-earth]

eepy

[crazylittlejester]

Your little fuckers (/affectionate) are taking up half of my sketchbook page

HEHEHEHE MY GUYS (im obsessed with these oh my god alskdkkdkd)

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Because I was in the feels last night I thought a lot about Bumlets in me and @chaosfairy18 modern au, I just thought about posting it

Philip is Fipper in the au

TW: Homophobia

Bumlets parents are not that friendly, to say the least. Very homophobic especially when they find out Bumlets is gay or at the very least understand he is into boys (summer before Junior year of high school)

They were horrible to begin with but things just got worse so they kicked him out and he went to pack whatever he can, glad hes getting out of this place but then his little brother Flipper is at his bedroom door.

The small boy has tears down his cheeks and Bumlets starts to cry all over again. He hugs him so tight and Flipper doesn't want to let go although hes pulled away by his mom who's shouting slurs at Bumlets and telling him not to infect Flipper. Flipper is screaming for him but Bumlets tells him to be good and listen to his mom despite Bumlets not wanting him to listen to them.

Bumlets gets pretty much all the important things clothes, money, a few personal items. He then drives to Swiftys house and walks up to their door but pauses, scared they won't even take him in.

Swiftys mom (Ayano) sees Bumlets hovering at the door and she already called up to Swifty that Bumlets is here. But she opens the door to find him with a blank expression and around his eyes are red.

She asks him what's wrong but nothing comes out of Bumlets mouth and Swifty comes up behind her to see the broken boy. Swifty takes in his state and leads him to the living room. His mom already has tea and cookies for them. Once all sitting down Bumlets says "I got kicked out." and all Swifty can do is hold him so tightly and Ayano as well, telling him "It's okay dear, you're safe with us."

Bumlets breaks down again and Swifty just holds him so tightly. They eventually go to Swiftys room and Bumlets cries again, "They still have Philip-god they said they didn't want him to turn out like me." Swifty just tells him "It's okay, things will work out." but he wishes he could get Flipper back right now.

Ayano then goes over to Martins' house(Swifty neighbor and close family friend, and acts like a grandparent) and finds her husband there with him and tells them of Bumlets and asks if Martin has a spare room. OFC he does and accepts him the next day despite Bumlets not wanting to disturb him or be a burden (like his parents say).

Martin doesn't mind, he doesn't want the kid to be homeless and then he would be close to Swifty. They get him all settled in the next day and Swifty always visits him and makes sure he is okay.

[randomwholocker]

current wip au not sorry

[friskebits]

I never see people drawin Leo and Mikey bein silly together so I did via something I, as a younger sibling, do all the damn time

this is so lazy but I needed to draw so I don't go insane-

[theanoninyourinbox]

🥺 dog reveal?

Dingus One and Dorkus Two aka Buster Keaton (smol) and Snapdragon (lorge)

Lil boss man and big ol baby

[she-had-many-names]

...

*stitch heard that, but just barely*

c-could you repeat that, my sweet...?

@stitch-taocc

”I said that you’re the sweetest dream this nightmare has ever had, my love, heh…”

She blushes.

[copepods]

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

[szczekaczz]

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies

[queerstudiesnatural]

greta thunberg, liam cunningham, rima hassan, and everyone else on that ship, thank you, and i hope you succeed. i really hope you succeed. you know what you are risking, and i wish for you to come back safely, having done what you set out to do.

[theriverdraws]

What is this, a crossover episode?

[junglejim4322]

Straight guys who use tumblr are the funniest people ever literally how did you end up here