#ratwave

[rat-detector-24]

Marshmallow Mouse and some random Club Rat dancing.

[kommbee]

Rat Shockwave....

I wanna pet

Lol silly little response

[lunasanguismusic]

"The All Seeing Rat"

[eatyoursparkout]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ratbat/Soundwave (Transformers) Characters: Ratbat (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: Extremely Dubious Consent, Boss/Employee Relationship, Power Imbalance, Impact Play, Valve Slapping, Inappropriate Use of Office Supplies, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers) Summary: After so long in Ratbat's employ, Soundwave thinks that he's endured every humiliation under the sun. But Ratbat is nothing if not creative when it comes to punishment.

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯ please enjoy

[lem4dead]

tfp decepticritters

[iholli]

fucking hate a new f/o taking over my brain I am NOT coming up with ANOTHER ship tag

[ratwavekayla]

PSYCHODUNGEON Preview (Dungeon Delving Procedure)

PSYCHODUNGEONs action involves character delving into mental dungeons filled with nightmarish monsters reflecting a Client's traumas. In play once you've created an individual psychodungeon it's time to proceed to play.

The procedure of a dungeon is as follows

The Entrance

The Descent (covering three floors)

The Root of the Dungeon

Each floor is most focused on a specific Texture, though the other Textures can still contribute to aesthetics or monsters.

The Dungeon role has responsibility to desribe the overall atmosphere of the floor as you enter. Things you can see, traps, puzzles, creatures and other rooms. The dungeon is mutable and reactive and will be further created in play and build on by all players (especially if the Dungeon role is being passed around).

A floor can only be descended from when the Client comes to an Understanding about the floor's key Texture. They write down whatever understanding their character has come to. They might come to an Understanding after an encounter with a monster clues them into whats being churned over by the dungeon. They might come to it in response to a conversation with a Psychoplumber. While other players might ask if events or conversations have triggered an Understanding the Client player has final say on whether to note or down or not. It's in this decision that the Client has most influence and responsibility over the pace of a session.

There's some guidance in the book on how the Root of the Dungeon plays out; a vision described by the Client, the physical geography described by the Dungeon, and finally closing off the dungeon at the hands of a Psychoplumber.

While there's a reminder of this dungeon delving structure on the Dungeon playsheet it's worth noting the procedures in PSYCHODUNGEON aren't intended to be super rigid. They're often intended to be scaffolds that can be grown beyond if a table wants to do. The procedure as written makes some assumptions; each dungeon floor reflects a single Texture and a Client/Dungeon will always have three Textures. It's easy to imagine how to modify that if it interests a group. At the same time they can be stuck to with no real downside.

Relatedly I think the current draft of PSYCHODUNGEON has some really decent guidance on structuring play (as well as framing scenes and so on).

kickstarter.com/projects/ratwave/psychodungeon-ttrpg

In PSYCHODUNGEON we delve into nightmarish psychostructures, battle monsters, navigate a hostile domain, and help the mind the dungeon sprung from gain closure. We do this for a meagre paycheck. On the surface we try to get by living our lives in a busy city that wouldn’t miss you if you fell off the face of the planet.

Coming to Kickstarter later today. Please follow the pre-launch page. This is the thirteenth of a series of posts I've done all about different aspects of the game. Check the tag to see previous posts. Put in requests for what else you’re curious about the game.

[bleakpuppet3860]

Ok remember that rat? Well I'm gonna make a game out of it called Ratwave

[snowluthor]

Someone who reblogged some gifs I made of Axel the Rat’s funeral tagged it as “Ratwave”, like a ship name between Mick and Axel, I’m crying

[soundwavereporting]

To be clear: this is for ALL freaks.

[rat-detector-24]

Thank you to everyone who got all our ratty friends to 2500 likes! I love getting to meet all the rats on Ratblr. It's been a lot of fun detecting such wonderful souls. Have some ratwave to celebrate the greatness of rat.

[cyclonesyndicate]

More Than Truth || Trial 6.4 || NULL || RE: . . .

Since last he spoke, Cody has torn the gloves from his hands as the itching became too much to bear-- the back of his palm riddled with marks and lines from clawing at himself nervously, over and over and over. With every new point raised, every scrap of evidence presented, he feels himself collapsing further and further in.

Haruka brings up names again, and everyone begins grasping at meanings for the ‘Lord of Roses’-- Cody, however, silently dismisses their reaches. There’s nothing concrete, nothing solid to prove here. It’s all a shot in the dark. What’s in a name, anyway, he thinks, what more do you need to know than how it sounds, how it feels to say it for the first time? 

Xander brings up the notes, the impressions left behind that Cody dug through deteriorating code and nearly lost himself to the bytes and glitches for, and felt his stomach drop at the sight of. His thumbs dig harder and harder into each other. So what if the Wavebreakers were Canadian, he says to himself. Tempest already had all the info they needed, Ragnarok could’ve just used that, right? They don’t have to be from there to know about them…

Fantasia brings up the journal page. Cody remembers it well enough that he doesn’t even need to hear him recite it. Journal entry number eight, date unknown. He can almost hear the author’s voice in his head, repeating the line that threatened to shatter him completely the first time he read it.

'I’m just a fucking monster.’ 'I’m just a fucking monster.’ 'I’m just a fucking monster.’ 'I’m just a fucking monster.’

His shoulders begin to shake as he struggles to hold it in. Is that how they saw themselves, an undeserving monster? Or was this the wool to be pulled over his eyes, to shield from what was to come? Cody thinks of the comments made during their investigation, spoken with such disdain and disgust by the same person who rushed to free him from the collapsing digital landscape, who held him so gently as he rested against the shoulders he felt so safe with. It... It doesn't mean anything. It can't.

There’s a growing static in Cody’s ears as he helplessly watches the conversation point more and more in a single direction. It grows with every quip, every comment, every thought that goes against everything he’s come to let himself believe. It grows, and he begins to grip himself harder.

No, you’re wrong. You’re all wrong. You’re all making things up, it-- it doesn’t make sense. There has to be a reason. Something that explains everything, without… Without it all ending up like this. We’ve missed something. We forgot something. We must have.

Harder and harder, until his fingers are digging into his hands. Harder and harder, until his knuckles turn white. Harder and harder, until--

… … . . .

Until everything goes silent.

Everything goes silent as he hears that voice echo off the trial room, and cut through the static. Everything goes silent as he stops gripping his hands, and stops shaking in his seat.

Everything goes silent Cody slowly brings his head up to look at the falling rose petals.

In this moment, he thinks of many things.

Cody thinks of the hours before they came to this room, when he felt so safe to sleep in the arms that now stretch out to greet them all in a sinister fashion. Cody thinks of the days before they were sent on the little ‘scavenger hunt’ presented to them, when a promise was made for the day he returned to his long lost mother, a promise made by the man who now declared his intent to fulfill his wish-- a wish that will surely break that promise. Cody thinks of not long ago, when all manner of fears and anxieties were made manifest and he fought hard through the Ratwaves that threatened to wash everyone away to save the man he cared about— the same man that now looked as though he would never act so small or afraid ever again. Cody thinks of the day they arrived at Vortex Island, of the nerves that only quelled when he spoke with his roommate alone for the first time, and of the seedlings that now threaten his heart with their thorns.

But most of all, in this moment, he thinks of how much of a fool he’s been all this time.

A fool to pretend he wasn’t making excuses as they rolled out of his mouth. A fool to only barely hold himself back from jumping in to play defense against the stacks of evidence he had no hope of refuting. A fool to have been so easily blinded by the false sheep’s wool that’d been pulled over his eyes. A fool to let his guard down, to let himself be vulnerable. A fool to do as he’d always done, and let his heart lead him in his choices and words. A fool to let that heart lead to its own breaking once more, after so much time believing it never would again.

A fool to think that he’d ever learn, even now.

Cody watches as the man looks to everyone in the room, regarding them all with exactly the attitude he put forth in his writings. Regarding everyone, that is, except him.

It’s not like he wouldn’t notice, after all— he hasn’t been able to stop looking at him since the petals started to fall.

It’s funny, in a sad way, he thinks. 

”...P-please…”

”Every…one…”

Despite it all, despite everything they’ve been put through… He can’t help it.

”P-please, don’t…”

He can’t help letting his heart get the better of him.

”I…”

Cody continues to stare unblinkingly at the man he’s come to know, to care about, to love— the man who has reintroduced himself as ‘Vanagandr Ragnarok’. He stares,, waiting, willing the man to look at him. To face him, like he can everyone else with no issue. Why won’t he look at him? Why can’t he just rip the bandaid off and prove to Cody whether or not he’s believed in a lie? He doesn’t care about whether or not he believes himself a ‘hero’ or a ‘villain’— those words lost their meaning long ago, in his mind. He doesn’t care about whether or not he still wants to use the meteor to ‘fulfill his wish’. 

”Please, j-just… Y-you can’t just…”

Combined with the scattered sniffles and choked sobs hanging to every other word out his mouth, Cody finds it harder and harder to breathe behind the mask obscuring half his face. As he tears the offending piece of fabric away and leaps out of his seat, Cody barely manages to stop himself from collapsing as he grips the table once more.

He doesn’t even care what happens to himself anymore.  

”D-Dominick…”

All Cody wants is to know how much of a fool he’s truly been before it's all over.

[lunasanguismusic]

"Rat Nebula: The Interstellar Rat Bounty Hunter From Planet Rodentis-Alpha 6B" A rat wave song about a rat bounty hunter named Rat Nebula.

[eatyoursparkout]

i haven't sent a *single* getaway prompt to tfanonkink but the anons are clearly living in my brain

[vsvitrix]

Hey, new video up! Ratwave - Bombs Away [Part 10] Wanna support me doing this kinda stuff? My patreon is http://ift.tt/24kMxnt

[iholli]

can't believe RBA just casually handed Ratbyte a child. that's my special little guy. my son who immediately got assigned quad changer. how does this keep happening