I feel like a proper introduction is in order after all the stuff and being in and out of Tumblr!
Hello! We're Wren! A C-DID System! We're bodily 19 and we have way too many special interests and Hyperfixations at the moment!
We also use He/Him or They/Them mostly but also use It/It's!
While not many alters will use Tumblr we may think of a way for them to differentiate themselves either through other blogs or other means.
Onto the interests!!
Collectively we are currently obsessed with Lego Ninjao, especially Lloyd Garmadon. We also love The Pitt! Which is a medical show! Additionally we love Marvel as well as Supernatural! We also like Call of Duty, Genshin Impact and many other things!
You can find our rentry below
https://rentry.co/truelyaheather
edit; hyperfixations changed and we dont use pluralkit anymore to track front
Wraps himself around you like a living nest. The room is pretty warm, and you’ll want plenty of blankets, cause he’s chilly to cuddle with.
No one can even see you under all the tentacles. It’s protection, comfort, and possessiveness all in one.
Dust
You go to bed alone and wake up with a heavy weight on top of you. Do not move. Do not speak. Do not breathe too hard, or he will wake up and decide that he’s no longer in an affectionate mood
If you turn on the tv and sit really still, he’ll pop in out of nowhere and flop on top of you
Horror
Skeleton mattress. He thinks it’s hilarious.
Scoops you up and carries you in one arm like a cat. If he needs both his hands he puts you on his shoulders (remember to duck for doorways)
Killer
Latches onto your upper body like a monkey. Koala bastard style cuddles.
The cats do not in fact sleep on the bed with you two. They’ve learned to stay out of Killer’s arm reach once bed time rolls around (they send you forth as their semi willing sacrifice)
Your face gets covered in DT tears, and he squeezes periodically but at least he’s happy?
Cross
Back to back. Just, pressing his shoulders to yours.
It helps him relax, knowing he has your back and you have his, even if it’s unlikely that an enemy going to burst into the room.
Will walk up from behind and hug you, especially if he’s in a bad mood.
In chess, the Knight (or Horse, in my language) is a bit of an exceptional case; moving in the unconventional L-formation, jumping over pieces, nimble and everything but straightforward.
(Funny how its moves form a circle around it, ain't it ?)
It's definitely efficient on its own, but easily gets in the way of a Bishop or a Tower. Cooperating with another Knight is just as hard.
The most efficient counter (or help) for Knights are Pawn formations.
Pawns come in plenty, easily sacrificed in favor of more important pieces. It's a simple piece, fitting in any strategy, not as strong or efficient as the rest, but the game cannot exist without them.
Even yet, with enough diligence, it could become something new, equaling the power of any other piece on the board, even of the Queen herself.
After all, the only way to go is forward.
Rook and Bishop come in pairs. They play wonderfully together as they complete each other in their weaknesses - if pitted against one another, they stand as somewhat equals.
One straightfoward, one more sneaky - going in head-first as a strong and imposing barrier or slipping through the cracks methodically as a shadowy figure.
In my language, they are the Tower and the Crazyman (yes, actually).
The Queen and King, reigning over the board. Strongest and weakest piece, both of utmost importance.
Unable to defend oneself, the crippled King has to rely on the powerful, territorial Queen. She is the one leading their army, but she only carries out his will, in the name of his protection, while he flees the opponent if they get too close.
Besides the King, the Queen is the most important piece - she's too dangerous to lose, so of course, you'll send her out only to intimidate, or as last resort.
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Bad sanses chess theory been rotting in my brain for a month now, it was time I got it out of there
The Bad Sanses' dynamic as a work team is very cool to experiment with, I have a few more ideas in that subject rotating somewhere in my head, maybe I'll dig them out n all.......
Convict teachers Reader about cooking and food, the two begin understanding each other a little better through it. And maybe, things begin to shift slightly.
Author's Note:
One of the many lovely requests included in 🌟 Anon's long ask. This was such a cute idea, of course I had to write it like immediately because I have NO self-control. Thank you again for the lovely ask and brain worms, Anon! There's some mentions of reader 'looking over' Convict's shoulder in this one, but I left it up to your interpretation on if that means their human vessel is taller than him, or if they're floating to be able to look. Both works, to be honest.
Divider from @/dividers-are-us
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Content Warning/Tags:
Spoilers for Iron Lung including Convict's name (but you knew that), fluff, so much fluff, eldritch entity learning about human practices, bonding moments, learning to adjust to a missing limb, all comfort no hurt, no angst, a smidge of comedy and misunderstandings, it's really just soft and fluffy I promise, no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, not beta-read and barely edited.
Your understanding of the finer details of human practices is... lacking. To say the least. You know certain things, you understand that humans require sustenance and water--and as such, had supplied Simon with a stream behind his cabin that always flowed with fresh, drinkable water, as well as the house that would provide his other needs. But the finer details were lost to you. As a being that existed far above all of that, Simon was your first introduction to many of the more complicated aspects of humanity.
Such as a need for privacy when in more vulnerable moments. For example, while showering. Something you had only learned when you'd felt Simon thinking about you and, assuming he was requesting your company, had merely appeared in his bathroom. Only to be met with panicked yelling and an order for you to get out.
That had resulted in a conversation about boundaries. Simon's obvious embarassement and discomfort with the conversation as a whole had resulted in you deciding not to mention that you'd only appeared because, subconsciously, he had requested your presense. It wasn't worth upsetting him further.
Needless to say, there was much for you to learn. The act of cooking and preparing food was one such thing.
You need, broadly, that humans required sustenance to sustain them, but the intricacies of the practice was new to you. "Well, what do concepts eat?" Simon asked, when you mentioned such thoughts to him. He was stood at the kitchen counter, mixing something pleasant smelling in a pot on the stove.
"We do not require sustenance," You answered, voice soft and airy, head tilted as you watched him with curiosity. "Well, many of us do not. Some feed on cosmic energy, some have desires to grow and assimilate other life to achieve that, but it is not eating in the same sense as how humans do it and I am not one such concept." There was a quiet pop, like the air depressurising, and a freshly chopped vegetable you did not recogonise appeared on the cutting board beside him.
Simon set his wooden spoon down and grabbed the cutting board, adding the vegetables to the pot. "So... you don't need to eat?" He asked, head tilting towards you. The cutting board was set aside once more, the spoon picked back up and he resumed stirring. "Like, at all?"
"I could do so if I chose, but it is not a requirement, no." You answered simply, drifting closer. Personal space was one of those other things you were oblivious too and while, at first, you had kept some distance from Simon, now you saw no need. You loomed right by his side, peering into the pot of chopped vegetables, simmering meat, all mixed in a red sauce. "What are you making?"
"Pasta sauce. Mince meat, onions, chopped peppers, mushrooms, tomato" He listed off the ingredients, still stirring, "nothing too complicated, and a lot better than the prison slop I was eating at the C.O.I. Been a long time since I was able to cook like this though."
"I see," You replied, not really understanding. Curious and without thinking, you reached out, dipping a fingertip into the simmer sauce. Simon made a startled sound, high-pitched and panic, dropping the spoon and snatching your wrist up immediately to yank your hand away from the pot.
"Hey! Don't do that, you could burn yourself!" He snapped, expression twisting as he dragged your hand closer to him. When you continued to not react, merely staring at him unblinkingly, he paused. Quieter, he asked. "Can... you burn yourself?"
You tilted your head. "Not that I am aware of. This form is one I take for you, it is not my true vessel, and I lack many of the fragilities of human kind, even if I may appear as one now."
"Ah."
Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, his grip on you loosened. You pulled your hand from his and brought your sauce-dipped finger to your mouth, pressing it to your tongue. The most curious asortment of flavours danced along your tongue and you perked up instantly. "Oh, it is enjoyable!" You declared after removing your finger from your mouth, a wide smile that was too white and with teeth too sharp broke across your face.
Simon stared, an unreadable expression flitting across his face for a moment before he seemed to snap out of his stupor. Clearing his throat and looking away, cheeks darkening strangely. "Yeah? You really think so?" You nodded, pointedly. "Good, that's... yeah, that's good. You, uh, wanna bowl of this when I'm done? I know you don't have to eat but it wouldn't... hurt you to try it, would it?"
For a moment, you fell silent, contemplating the idea before shaking your head. "No, it would not. I find the taste very pleasant, so I would be ammendable to having more, yes." You declared finally, gaze sliding to rest on Simon when he chuckled under his breath, repeating the word 'ammendable' with an emotion that felt warm and soft.
Simon began cooking more. As remarkable as your realm was, it wasn't capable of removing his need for normal bodily functions. He still required sleep, food, water, and other such regular, daily motions. You weren't always physically present with him--though you were always present--but when you were, you enjoyed watching him go through the art of food preperation. Content to loom at his back, pressed close and watching over his shoulder, or perch atop a counter nearby, asking questions about what he was making now.
He was following a recipe in something he called a 'cook book'. A soup. It called for chopped vegetables again. Usually, the ingredients would appear preperpared, and you hadn't put much thought into why that was, until you watched as Simon attempted to dice a carrot. The action was... much harder with only one hand, it would seem.
His frustration was growing. You could feel it rippling in the air around you. "Simon..." You uttered his name, gently, the same way you always did. Handling it with such careful reverance and draping it in starlight. "May I try?" You asked.
He paused briefly, before turning to look towards you. "You... wanna chop vegetables?" He asked, slowly.
"Yes. You have made the act of cooking and food preperation seem very interesting. I am eager to learn more," You replied, truthfully, neglecting to mention how seeing him so upset made you feel... off. Unusual. A stirring of emotions you were not acquainted with.
Simon considered your request carefully for a few moments, before giving a small nod and setting down the knife. "Alright, c'mere then," He murmured, beckoning you closer. You drifted forward without further preamble, taking his previous space in front of the cutting board. "Alright, so, pick up the knife in one hand- yeah, exactly like that," He lingered at your back, speaking lowly, fingers trembling slightly as they curled around your wrist and guided the hand not holding the blade towards the carrot. "You wanna put your other hand here, curl your fingers under your palm like- yeah, like that. Don't wanna catch your fingers with the knife. Then you bring the blade down." He let go of one wrist, moving to grab the other and guide your hand as he spoke.
You made a soft sound as the blade cut through the carrot the first time. "Yeah, like that. Good... good job," Simon murmured, sounding slightly strained. You were tempted to ask why, but he was urging you along, encouraging you to continue chopping the carrot into coins. Then, when that was done, another carrot appeared and he showed you how to use the pealer to remove the skin, and continued chopping.
A red onion was next. The spring onion, then celery. Then, finally, potatoes. They were pealed and chopped into larger cubes. You found the repetitive motions to be very pleasant. Not as pleasant as Simon's voice in your ear, uttering low encouragement and praise, however.
The meat, raw chicken, was last. On a different cutting board. "Oh," You remarked as your fingers touched it, nose wrinkling, displeasure flitting through you, "I do not like how that feels."
Simon laughed, the sound low and rich, prompting you to glance back at him. A smile curled at his lips, wide enough to make his eyes crinkle and soften his features. You had to drag your eyes back down to the unpleasant feeling slab of bird flesh. Your gaze, strangely, seemed content to defy your orders and drift back towards Simon, though.
The blade slipped. You felt the pressure of it catching a finger and stilled, gaze dropping back down to your hand. There was a slit in your flesh, though no blood or any equivalent fell. Simon tensed behind you, muttering curses under his breath as his hand moved immediately to gather your wrist--much like when you dipped a finger in the pasta sauce--and pulled it towards him. "Fuck- are you okay? Does it hurt?"
"I am fine," You assured, the flesh was already sealing itself up. "It does not hurt," You explained, flexing your fingers slowly. Simon stared at where the cut had been, lips pursed in a concerned frown. You wiggled your hand out of his grip, and gently tapped the digit against his wrist. "See?" You lifted it then, finger pointed and held directly in front of his face. "I am unharmed."
He studied it for a long moment, brow furrowed, before finally relaxing. "You need to stop scarin' me like that," He sighed, shaking his head, hair swishing with the movement.
"My apologies. It was not my intention. I found it hard to look away from your smile, it was pleasant."
Simon jerked backwards in response, hip knocking into the isle counter, arm flailing out to catch himself, a startled yelp caught in his throat. The knife was immediately dropped as you moved to follow him, your own expression pinching with concern. "Simon, are you injured?"
Despite the chicken incident--he never did explain his reaction--you found cooking to be a wonderfully pleasant experience. Whenever there was a task that Simon struggled to do with one arm, you would happily offer your services and desire to learn. It became an activity you often did together, and there was always enough for you to enjoy a plate or bowl of whatever he was making. Even if you did not require such thoughtfullness.
But regardless of a requirement for sustenance or not, it was... nice. Yes. Incredibly nice.
You found yourself oddly eager whenever such opportunities to cook together were presented to you.
Author's Note:
Aren't they just so cute?
... Don't let yourselves think that just because reader can't be harmed by human means, that they're entirely indestructible, by the way :)
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Whumptober 2025 Prompt List
No. 1: “Please don’t cry”
Lamb to Slaughter | Ceremony | Beg for Forgiveness
No. 2: “You’ve got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.”
Prophecy | Sewer | Taking Accountability
No. 3: “I look in people’s windows, transfixed by rose golden glows.”
Isolation | Candlelight | Found Family
No. 4: “Don’t be scared, I’ve done this before.”
Non-Human Whumper | Iron Rod | Loss of Powers
No. 5: “My panic’s at the ceiling, but I’m face down on the carpet.”
Quivering | Dream Journal | Phobia
No. 6: “No grave can hold my body down.”
Caught in a Net | Medical Restraints | Pinned to the Wall
No. 7: “Tell me that you’re okay, and I’m fine.”
Trapped with the Enemy | Elevator | Pushed Beyond Breaking Point
No. 8: “Oh horror, oh horror, what did you see?”
Self-Inflicted Injury | Held at Gunpoint | Dissociation
No. 9: “We’ll make it alright to come undone.”
Touch | Flashbacks | Scalding
No. 10: “There’s nothing you can ever say, nothing you can ever do.”
Without Consent | Secrets | Lips Sewn Shut
No. 11: “Can you get through all the pain inside you?”
Hidden Injury | Laceration | Forced Reveal
No. 12: “It’ll be for nothing.”
Cardiac Arrest | Sacred Place | Withholding Medical Treatment
No. 13: “How dull is it to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished.”
Never Enough | Insignia | Forced Retirement
No. 14: “In the end, it’s worthwhile.”
Ignoring an Illness | Body Bag | Wounded Caretaker
No. 15: “You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts.”
Failed Rescue Attempt | Body Part in the Mail | Live-Streamed Torture
No. 16: “I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet.”
Repressed Trauma | Permanent Marker | Disorientation
No. 17: “Tell me there’s a hope for me.”
Internal Bleeding | Coma | Redemption
No. 18: “As the world caves in.”
Dystopia | Ruins | Environmental Whump
No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.”
Dehumanisation | Living Weapon | On Patrol
Super excited to do this! This is my first time doing something like this! (I did do NaNoWriMo a year back) but this sounds super fun to do! I can't wait!
Guys I have no idea what to post. I love Rick and Morty and CoD as well as Genshin and other shit but I dont know what to post. Guys please send me asks on anything and I will do shit
hey do you have references for what your citadel of ricks characters look like? just in case... someone... wanted to draw them... because they're totally not super invested... haha. (pls let me give mal and ryker hugs 😔)
HELP I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS QUESTION!!!!
Honestly, a lot of them do look the same and I never really thought about anything else that would separate them. But I can give some different details about them all, I don't have photos because I CANNOT DRAW!!!
Rayne - The only different thing about Rayne is that his hair is short (like Simple Rick's), and he has a scar going horizontally across his nose.
Ri - Ri's hair is long, similar to Memory Rick's as well as he is dirty from soil 24/7. He always carries trowels on him, don't ask.
Rich - Rich is very similar to Miami! He shares the same hair and clothes, but the only different thing is that he has the logo of the Citadel on his shirt.
Ryker - Ryker practically looks like a normal rick, though he actually has a huge chunk of his right hip missing after what happened with his universe. As well as a few other scars on his back and neck.
Rhett - Just a normal Rick.
Mile - Mile is quite like a normal Morty, he keeps a hairpin in his head thought so that the Rick's can tell it's Mile
Mac - Mac wears an orange shirt instead of yellow, that's his difference
Mal - Mal looks exactly like a normal Morty, though there are some changes to him as well, but that spoils the lore lol
