#my rat setup

[lapinlobotomy]

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[stupidsexygrizzop]

i love green ty so much. shove mike's ass RIGHT back into the wood chipper <3 nooo youre our favorite guinea pig wbg expert!! dont worry your voice sounds wrong on the phone🥰 we'll make it so the gamerunners dont notice (<- is the gamerunner)

[binch-i-might-be]

hearing Rat Sounds in the darkness of my living room and knowing fred will never make Rat Sounds again. feels bad man

[frootertooter]

YEYEEEHWEEHERHAH omg we can finally see how Crane develops overtime oghhghg yesyesyeysyeyesyesyes >:DDD

[san-d-and-cham-p-rat-blog]

cage setup for this week :)

[fairybumpkin]

btw archival book tape and bookbinding glue are incredible for little book repairs, highly recommend

[insaneiceshard]

Chapter 1

After polishing it up a bit, I think I'm ready to post the first chapter of my fanfic! Right now it goes by "In the flames we dance like fairies, as a lonely person turns to dust" (Heavily inspired by a kikou song lyric) but that might change as I write more(hopefully). Also for context, if you aren't @melissa-titanium, you should probably know this came from an ask(spawned from this post originally) where I got really excited about SaintxGourmand, so this is technically a ship fanfic. Though fyi I'll be writing it more as a platonic ship than a romantic one.

So Here it is! <3

Whatever they were expecting would happen when their iterator died, it definitely wasn't trodding through a leech-infested jungle. The last dozen cycles were hectic. Dance of a Dozen Pearls had tried and failed at re-establishing their communication networks. Their pier’s arrays, eroded to stakes in their cans, had firmly established that if they were going to send the triple affirmative it would have to be through unconventional means. Saint would ponder how truly unconventional they were, if only they were not preoccupied with prying off the steady stream of bugs trying to eat them alive. Tall and thin trees hid the sun from view, making it hard to see if they were still heading south, and even harder to navigate over thick and slippery roots. The cold wet mud under their feet was a far cry from the warm metal of their living quarters. Taking step after step, the cacophony of the fauna around them was nearly deafening, the schlup-plunck of their footsteps only occasionally broken up by crawling over muddy terrain. It was all driving them mad. 

Taking the Southern exit might’ve been a poor decision. They could have waited out the collapse of their can down in the subterranean levels of the complex. But, somehow the idea of sitting in a creature den, waiting for however many cycles it took for their iterator to collapse, was worse than the idea of being buried alive. So the jungle would have to do.

 Saint swatted another fly away. They considered whether ascending the bugs around them would be worth it, but the thought that simple bugs could ascend lightened the chaotic mood a bit. All the work Dance had put into them. The constant tests, the studying of ancient texts, the countless cycles where they stripped all their karmic desires away. All of it, to result in a swarm of dead bugs at the feet of the first truly ascended individual. Saint let out a tiny chuckle as they pushed through thick grass, only to halt to a stop as the sun blinded them. After rubbing their eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, the sight of a vast ocean pocked with islands was revealed, the water glittering ahead from the sun's reflections. From everything their robotic mother taught them, swimming was an unfortunate oversight.

They stood on the shore, gazing out at the islands ahead. Now that the jungle was behind them, they could see Dance’s closest neighbour on the horizon. Saint spend many of their early cycles up on top of Dance’s can. This neighbour seemed so much closer from up there. Saint rubbed their face as they let out a strained whine. She made this sound easy. She never taught them what to do after they succeeded, never had the time. She didn’t wait long before she-.

Saint ripped their paws from their face and wadded into the water. Wetness seeped deep into their fur, instantly making them cold. The cold water wasn’t unfamiliar to them, comforting warmth was a karmic desire after all. But the slow creep of the water level was new. 

They could do this. 

As they strayed farther from the shore, the water slowly made its way up their body. The surface their feet met was a cold metal, which bit into the skin of their paw pads. Each step harder to take than the last. Saint tried to breathe slow and steady, just as she taught them to, but each breath they took hurt, and only wadding faster into the water soothed their lungs. The water, which was now up to their chest, made it hard for their fur to conserve any warmth left in their body. Saint remembered a story Dance told them, of an aquatic creature built to survive in the coldest waters at the poles. It had a thick layer of fat and short waterproof fur that helped it keep warm. Saint remarked that they were nothing like that thing, they were built with only a single, holy, purpose. Saint tried to keep their head above the water, taking short steps to try and find higher ground. 

Suddenly, they were plunged into the freezing depths. Surrounded on all sides by the ice water, her voice called out to them, to kick, to claw their way back to the surface. But they knew she was gone. Saint sank deeper and deeper, the sun above them growing faint. She could never guide them anymore. Never recount stories of old. The water dug out the air from their lungs. Sinking far deeper than what they thought possible, the water was dark from the surface, after all. The ocean looked like the night sky, now that they think of it. Never read them the pearls they dug up. Never tell them of the poetry they loved, cherished, despised. Never again.

Saint’s pounding heartbeat slowed. 

Never again. 

[fourohfourlifenotfound]

i think the one thing that people without it will never understand about chronic pain (especially the kind that flares with activity) is the Pavlovian association of everything you love doing with pain

four years ago i started college excited about my career, in a field I truly love. today-- six weeks out from starting my first full-time job in that career-- i'm having a meltdown because I'm scared of dealing with the pain this thing I love will bring me from 8-5, 5 days a week for the next 40 or so years. i'm sobbing while trying to buy a work from home desk and chair because i'm essentially choosing-- and spending a lot of money on-- the instruments of my own torture.

[mars-ipan]

had an absurd amt of fun doodling cal last night so take the other dnd character i've been playing this semester (her campaign just ended </3). her name is pellet (full title sir pellet the rambunctious) she is a spores druid and she is Stinky (i love her dearly)

[andromeda3116]

look i know this is tmi but like

i know -- i know! i know! -- to pee after sex. i know this! i just... waited too long and now have developed a uti which would suck enough on its own but also

also

it's the first day of my cycle and the cramps are rough this time and this is a very cruel fucking joke from the universe what did i do to deserve this

[kruxton]

99% sure there's a family of rats living in the ceiling directly above my laptop setup

[meatcarnival3000]

my new deltarune au where jevils prison was cold as FUCK and now hes heat sensitive and cyber world was mostly fine cause computer labs are kept cold but they make it to tv world and everything inside the studio is really warm all the time they have heaters cause of the snow outside so hes fucking suffering and miserable and spends the entire chapter shirtless and hatless and stupid looking trying to find a cold place to nap

[binch-i-might-be]

I gotta get a new pair of rats soon so the babies won't be alone for too long. new lads.... new era

[quantam-furniture]

GAME IS GOOD

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt her <333333 (oni gas range)

[dishyphus]

Me: I should practice gratitude

My journaling app: ahh yes I have just the thing...

Me: