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[sewinrat]

can u do anything with nyon x bunny reader?? anything im desperate 😢😢

Smoker/stoner bunny and cat also short asf. I'm tryna make em longer I swear it's just 1 am rn and I'm lightheaded. I haven't done weed btw so shitty description

"You could've invited me."

Your approach the cat glancing at midway into smoking his weed stash. His permanent wide eyes blink twice before holding his arm out to signal you to join in.

Shrugging as if you didn't gotten annoyed earlier, you say beside him on his bed and reach for his lighter instead. "Just let the fumes go off in the air while I smoke my cigarette." The russian catman just nods at you and proceeded to light up the bowl while suck it in with his lungs before releasing the smoke out of his mouth and nose.

Grabbing the lighting in his hand before getting lost in the fumes like Nyon did, quickly lighting up the cigarette and smoking it. Inhaling the smoke before putting it away from your mouth and blowing out more smoke. The both of you inhale the combined fumes in the air.

Nyon mindlessly fiddle with your bunny hat given to you while you stare off into space getting high as shit with your cat partner or mate if you wanna get more animalistic.

It got to the point where you lay over his lap and he caress your torso lightly, the two of you are evidently out of it but who cares. All that matters now is each other's presence. Until someone interrupts you two that is.

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The gurls are fighting✨

Never disappoints to deliver once again mb I haven't checked my inbox

[sewinrat]

I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE THE INTERVIEWS😭😼

I like making them talk

If I wasn't a sewer rat, I'm definitely the reporter interviewing them

[sewinrat]

Ayo?? That's so cool I love her design and your art sjgs let's fucking gooo

୨୧ ranfren oc ! ˙

oc is inspired by one of @sewinrat 's works , go check them out :>

[sewinrat]

Hehehheehehheheeheheh

You never fail to impressed me

Very adorable I love it, have a heart🫀

Luther: Hmm I wonder if Randal and Sebastian is doing okay. Oh look a vacuum on sale.

Cat! Reader: *purrs loudly in content but also to rub it in nyen's face*

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Luther: *Gardener rambles*

Roxxy, literally can't comprehend:

Nyen: *SNIFF* ... *GNAW*

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Big Sister! Reader: Hmmm your face is quite squishy for a rat like you. I think I can *bla bla blah bla fixing blah mask blah*

Robert's thoughts to other ratmen: can I have to question our 'saviour'

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Masterlist of tomfoolery

Headcanons

Randal's Twin Sister

Oldest Sister of the Ivory

One of the Cat

Amanda Reader

Sebastian Reader

Fics I wrote and stuff

Ratmen Lovers

Ratman Robert x Cat Reader

The Oldest Takes The Rats In

Truce with Robert

Tiny Ratmen Gets Adopted

Luther's Other Halves

Cleaner Reader

First date maybe

Randal Fanatics

Pet ferret Reader

Becoming friends with Randal

Scaring Randal

Friend from School

Unintentional Saviour

Nyen Simps

Cat reader

Rat reader

Cat on Vacuum wins

Nyon's Comfort Charms

High on Weed and Smoke

Nana's Rare Breeds

None.

Satoru's Shadows

None.

Sebastian's Fears

Shy male demon reader

Luther's Cat Reader

Together As A Family

Nyen and Nyon's New Catpanion

Hitchhiker A & B

None.

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Robert x catman reader who doesn't even attack him he just talks to robert in the walls and doesn't tell anyone about him. Literally just chills with him

*Reader is gn but can be towards male.

Seeing to see a rat invaded your fridge should've been alarming or something near that especially to a cat like you but to be honest, you're too tired to care. However the rat with a crying eye does care, immediately taking advantage of your tired daze and scurries away into a rat hole.

Blinking tiredly, you walk towards the fridge to grab two cans of beer. Then you walk towards the hole and sat down on the floor next to it. Offering one of the cans towards the hole you said, "I'm not gonna do shit. Want one?" To be met with silence that is until a hand reaches out to grab the can quickly.

You'll take it as a peace between you two and open your own can to drink it. Slowly, before the two of you know it, you started to babble on another any kind of topic you can think of for a conversation with the ratman inputting some of his words. His tone visibly getting softer and more chill and less tense.

Hours into the conversation before suddenly Nyen came in and the conversation cuts dry. "What are you doing?" Nyen asked with a sneer that you wonder if it was permanent by now. Looking between him and the hole, you then show a small yet smug smile at him replying, "None of your business." Forever keeping your conversations with the ratman. After all, he's yours now.

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you guys should totally follow my twt ….. :-]

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Rock,Paper,Siccors ᴿᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ ᵀᵃᵏᵉᵘᶜʰⁱˣᴿᵃᵗʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ╭──────┄°❀°┄──────╮

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The cramped walls of the Ivory Household were filled with the sounds of the ratmen arguing, the space dimly lit and cluttered with scavenged bits of food. As the only female ratperson, you often found yourself at the center of their chaos—though usually not intentionally. Being the smallest of the group didn’t help, either.

"Alright," Robert drawled, leaning against a dusty wall, arms crossed. He was nonchalant as always, but there was an edge to him—like he always knew more than he let on. "We're playing rock-paper-scissors to see who’s going out to find food."

You stood at the back of the group, blinking slowly. “Right... so, what again?”

Michael Jr., the ever-sweet second ratman, smiled brightly at you, his childish nature showing. “It’s easy, [Y/N]! We all throw rock, paper, or scissors. Whoever loses has to go scavenging.”

The others—Final Fantasy-Kun, Cinimmon De Smith, and Cheeseburger—nodded in agreement, already prepared for the game.

You nodded along, though you still didn’t completely get it. You had played this game before and always, without fail, picked rock. It was sturdy, reliable—why wouldn’t you pick it? But that habit had yet to bring you any success.

The group gathered in a small circle, hands ready. “One, two, three—go!” they called out, all throwing their respective hands.

You, as expected, picked rock.

Cinimmon sighed loudly. “Seriously? She did it again.”

Final Fantasy-Kun smirked. “Guess we know who’s getting dinner tonight.”

You blinked, glancing around. “Wait… did I lose?”

Robert’s smirk widened just a bit as he pushed himself off the wall. “Yeah, [Y/N], you lost. Get going.”

You pouted a little but nodded. “Alright, I’ll be back with food.”

The others waved you off, probably glad they weren’t the ones who had to leave the safety of the Ivory Household. As you slipped through the small rat hole that led to the main part of the mansion, you hummed softly to yourself, your mind drifting in that usual, airy way.

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The halls of the Ivory Household were eerie, cold, and quiet. The air felt more dense as you wandered in search of food. The house, which frankly looked really odd, felt weirdly like a maze; you had sworn you saw that stain on the uncanny wallpaper a dozen times!

Still, you were determined to find something to bring back—hopefully something that wasn’t stale bread or expired canned goods this time.

As you rounded a corner, you froze. A tall figure stood at the end of the hallway, his presence unmistakably menacing. He wore a black shirt that said "NEVADA," his posture relaxed but his eyes glowing with something darker. His gaze locked onto you, and you could feel the air shift.

A smile crept onto your face. “Kitty!” you called out, far too cheerfully for the situation.

The man—no, the catman—raised a brow, his expression twisting into one of irritation. “What did you just call me?”

“Kitty,” you repeated, your tone innocent, as though he were some stray cat you had found. “You look fluffy, like a kitty.”

Nyen growled lowly, taking a step closer. His claws twitched at his sides, ready to spring into action. “I’m not a kitty, you little pest!” he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

You didn’t flinch, still smiling at him. “Well, you look like one.”

His patience snapped. In an instant, Nyen lunged at you, claws out, swiping toward your face. You barely had time to react, stumbling backward as his sharp nails tore through the fabric of your clothes, grazing your skin.

“Ow!” you yelped, clutching at the shallow scratch. “What was that for?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nyen snarled, his chest heaving with barely contained rage. “Do you think you can just stroll around here like you own the place? Calling me a damn kitty?” Each word was a threat, and he leaned in closer, his predatory glare sending chills down your spine.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but even in the face of his aggression, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel fear. Instead, you were more confused than anything. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just being friendly.”

His lip curled in disgust. “Friendly? You rats are always crawling around here, thinking you’re so clever. What the hell is wrong with you?”

It finally occurred to you that you were in serious danger.

Without a second thought, you bolted down the corridor, heading to what looked like a kitchen, swiping a few things in the short time you had.

You sprinted down the hall, clutching the stolen goods in your arms—a loaf of fresh bread, a jar of pickled vegetables, and a half-wrapped slab of cheese that you’d managed to swipe from the pantry. It was a bit of a hasty grab, but you figured it would keep you and the others fed for a while.

The bread was still warm, its soft crust slightly squished against your chest as you ran, while the jar of pickles clinked loudly in your arms, making you wince with every step. You'd almost dropped the cheese when you first grabbed it, but now you held onto it tightly, the waxy wrapping slipping slightly in your grip.

Not exactly the most discreet of hauls, but you’d been in too much of a panic to care about being subtle.

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The halls of the Ivory Household echoed with your hurried footsteps, heart pounding in your chest as you clutched a loaf of bread and a couple of apples—your prize for losing yet another round of rock-paper-scissors.

You hadn’t meant to steal, not exactly. The pantry had been sitting there, the food practically begging you to take it, especially since you were the one sent out to scavenge. But after the encounter with Nyen—the snarling catman with the deadliest glare—you knew you had to bolt.

He hadn’t been happy when you’d called him “kitty,” and from the way he lunged at you, you figured staying to chat wasn’t in your best interest. So, with your loot hugged tightly to your chest, you dashed through the maze of hallways, trying to find a way back to your rat hole.

The air was heavy with tension, the sound of Nyen’s rapid footsteps echoing somewhere close behind. You needed to get away—and fast. You rounded a corner, only to collide headfirst into a broad chest, sending you stumbling back.

The figure before you was another catman, though this one was different—softer, less imposing than Nyen. He blinked down at you, his sherbet pink eyes wide and startled, his hat sitting crooked atop his head.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, trying to gather your stolen goods while stammering an apology. “I didn’t mean to bump into you. I—uh—was just leaving!”

Nyon looked confused, tilting his head as if processing your words. His Russian accent was thick when he finally spoke, his English slow and broken. “It... okay. You... run?”

You opened your mouth to respond but froze when a voice behind you roared, dripping with venom. “Fucking traitor!”

It was Nyen. He had caught up. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he stormed toward you, eyes ablaze with fury. “Move, Nyon! That little rat stole from us!”

Nyon, however, remained still, his eyes darting between you and Nyen. He didn’t look like he wanted any part in whatever was going on, his nervousness visible in the way his hands fidgeted by his sides.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” you whispered frantically to Nyon, inching back slowly, hoping Nyen wouldn’t slice you up on the spot.

Nyen’s patience snapped. “Get the hell out of my way, Nyon!” He shoved past Nyon with an intensity that sent the poor guy stumbling, and in a last-ditch attempt to escape, you bolted in the opposite direction, hearing Nyen’s enraged footsteps thundering behind you.

Your lungs burned as you sprinted, mind racing. You needed a plan—a way out.

“Robert! Robert, help!” you called out, voice high-pitched and desperate, hoping your fellow ratman would come to your rescue.

As if on cue, a small rat hole in the wall near the floor cracked open just ahead. Robert’s face appeared, his usual calm expression tinged with mild annoyance. “Get in, [Y/N],” he grumbled, motioning for you to hurry.

Without hesitation, you dived into the rat hole, squeezing your small frame through just as Robert slid the makeshift door shut behind you. You could hear Nyen’s frustrated shout on the other side, his fist pounding against the wall.

"Fucking rats," Nyen spat, but he didn’t dare follow. He knew better than to crawl into the confined spaces where ratmen thrived.

Panting and covered in dust, you leaned against the wall of the narrow passage, clutching your stolen food to your chest. Robert, as always, seemed unbothered, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“You really have a knack for finding trouble,” he said, his tone flat.

You offered him a sheepish smile, still catching your breath. “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know that Kitty—uh, catman—was going to chase me.”

Robert shot you a look, unimpressed. “You called him ‘kitty,’ didn’t you?”

You winced. “Well, he looks like a kitty.”

Robert sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Look, just stay out of his way. And next time, when we say ‘don’t wander off,’ we mean it.”

You nodded, biting into the bread you’d snatched from the pantry. “Thanks, Robert. You’re always looking out for me.”

He waved you off. “Yeah, yeah, just try not to get killed next time. We’re running out of rat holes to hide you in.”

Despite his gruff demeanor, there was something almost protective in the way he watched over you. You couldn’t help but feel a little more secure knowing Robert had your back—even if he’d never admit it out loud.

The pounding on the wall eventually faded as Nyen gave up, probably stalking back to brood somewhere in the shadows of the house. As you munched on the bread, you couldn’t help but wonder if Nyon had understood anything that just happened. But then again, maybe it was better if he didn’t.

As the tension faded, Robert sighed. “Next time, don’t be so stupid.”

You grinned, taking the insult as praise instead. “I’ll try my best!”

A small smile tugged Roberts lips.

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A oc I made :33 her name is Roxxy and she was fished out of the grave by Randal and she had loose body parts so Randal ripped out limbs from the graves and stitched her back to together. She is sort of a Frankenstein

Instead of Build-a-bear we got stitch-a-corpse

I like the dress, it's nice

I can see her and Luther getting along by tea but it'll be Luther happily chatting away(about beauty and himself) and she's just

Sitting there

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Are you back or still on break😞

I'm to finish asks, minus you but also plus three in my drafts

I've always been here wym

Is there really not many fanfics of Ranfren

[sewinrat]

If you are/replace Sebastian includes;

*Reader is female mentioned but I could care less, you just have to be human. Have I done something like this before can't remember...

Oh you poor soul. You don't even know how you got in this mess. You were one day suddenly locked up in a plastic cage and this strange man bought you for an even stranger boy. Now you're stuck with them forever.

The closest you act to in terms of 'first meet' is close to Pomni. And yes you have went into the UNKNOWN and Luther had to pull you back but in this case, the unknown is much more dangerous.

And now you're trying your best to hide and run away from all of them in their weird crazy house of nonsense. Unfortunately you can't even hide well because Randal's dolls will always find you. Luther is another thing. You can't act out in front of around him or else you'll be a 'bad pet' and "that's not how girls supposed to act." His words not mine. Even if you've been put in the ridiculous jester outfit. You'd prefer if they put you in those discipline outfit forever if it means to leave you alone. It doesn't matter if you lose your body.

You got a high chance into being part of the family because Luther might want a little sister but let's not go there. This time.

The other two 'people' in the house, Nyen and Nyon, you thought you could trust but apparently not. You try to avoid them both, mostly Nyen because of the times he threatened you. Although Nyon doesn't do much, it's best to not engage in any way. Why am I describing things like this is your diary?

Actually you might have a diary. But hide them well or else everyone and I mean EVERYONE will read it if you misplaced it anywhere. Randal loves to snoop especially around you. Luther says it's to get to know you better but like a parent, he's a liar because if he reads anything he doesn't like, he'll punish you accordingly. Nyen can use it to manipulate you and make fun of you but Nyon reads it... And that's it. He doesn't do much about it but he's bold so he will gave it back to you even if it's open and in the middle of reading it.

After maybe weeks or even months if time manages to slip later because if you cannot make sense of time, how can you even know the time - you're getting use to it. Not comfortable of course but it's to the point where you aren't actively scared to even look behind you.

You know what, you should be just a little bit grateful that you are Randal's 'friend' while also being under him by being a pet because if you remember in Lucid 14, it shows that Randal likes to keep parts of his 'friends' as the bible recruiter dudes were leaving(But it could also imply that it's his first time doing it while alive or smth). So yeah that's one way to lose skin.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);

Randal: "Oh you met my friend?? Did she escaped again if you knew em... Eh impossible but since you know her, I KNOW YOU~!! A friend to my pet is a friend to mee now come here and let's have some funn." How did you get in touch with her- actually doesn't matter to Randal, more friends the merrier.

Luther: "Hm. Troublesome at first but oh well she's just getting use to her new home that's all so I won't blame them for that. Getting docile but still needs precautions." Somehow he treats you more of an experiment than a pet. Maybe you're those last options regularly people would consider to.

Nyen: He exited the interview because a reaction of the 'new' pet of the house from him is a waste of time to him. You're not worth his trouble. But he did said something about how fun watching you struggle when him and or his master catch you escaping.

Nyon: We couldn't find him to get an interview so we came to the conclusion that he has nothing to say about you. Maybe a little pity. That's all.

Bonus? Tsukada Satoru: "Ah she's quite cute but should keep a certain distance away from Randal. Hm? Jealous? In what way or to who exactly? Randal? Oh I could never. Randal is my best friend, I'm just protecting him away from her." Maybe if you play his heart well, he'll take more of a fancy to you.

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hi hi!! I think I have an idea for a fanfic, but first I'd like to ask if you accept requests for angst? it's totally okay if you don't tho

I hope you have a nice dream tonight!!

Mb I'm late as always but yes as long as it's not smut or smth like that because there's already others in this tag

[sewinrat]

Someone stop her she’s gonna kill her pet ( who is biblically scared of her )

You never missed with these doodles

She looks like a Wendy, take that as you will

Loving your drawings tho it's really cool

[sewinrat]

Should I make a masterlist

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Oh no!! Nyon heated up Nyans toy!

Beautiful

You captured the dynamics well

And love how the big sister dragged a confused and bleeding ratman

[sewinrat]

OMG!!!! Welcome back, you've been dead for so long it's making me worried😔 still waiting for my request to be done.

Sorry for my death funeral but thanks for being patient

I have an exam right now but currently finishing my drafts to post at least almost all of them