#and their little rat friend

[scurvioli]

@koifsssh Its your boy! A little WIP of something I was thinking lately

And i Believe its kyleeartistlittle's AU

[critterbitter]

Language divides and building bridges.

Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).

((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))

BONUS:

Heh. Callback.

Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!

[ratatatastic]

"how many mouthguards does matthew tkachuk chew through every season?" "3 maybe? 2 or 3 a season?...but in playoffs i actually switch each and every round"

CBS News Miami | 6.28.24 (x)

THATS A 1 ROUND MOUTHGUARD???? THAT WHAT HIS MOUTHGUARD LOOKS LIKE AFTER A SINGULAR SERIES????? (x)

the more matthew denies it not being about "chewing through" his mouthguard the more it makes it seems like its because he chewed through his mouthguard like that is a maintenance issue THERE IS A HOLE IN THERE???? HELP???

also him mentioning that he likes his equipment fresh for playoffs and changes it every round which is so prevalent because THIS is what he had to say about the mere notion of new skates when asked on media day before the 2324 season started...

survey says that all cats who were asked (and shown) agreed they could not stand the idea of never getting new skates and went for "never be able to get a new pair of gloves"...matthew being the only one to go for "never be able to get a new pair of skates" (x)

youre telling me despite how much he obviously hates the physical discomfort of the cinch of new skates he still elects to change them because playoff superstitions (its not about about superstitions! he says...as if he also hasnt said on camera that the oldest piece of equipment he has is his jock and will in fact NEVER change it like that doesnt reek of sibney-isms...the way this man has influenced a whole generation of children...)

[marc--chilton]

house finding wilson ""interesting"" amongst a literal crowd of thousands is one thing but then to be proven right later when wilson flips his lid at a bar. theyre literally fanfiction but real but not

[hellobster]

My self portrait lol

[drdemonprince]

last time i had a plumber over i got so bored i crowdfunded a friend's $4000 face cyst surgery

[luxris]

pov: cardinal copia wants to ask u out on a date but he is shy

[dark-elf-writes]

Wait but also a pjo/hades game crossover that solely exists for Nico to have an absolute ray of sunshine older brother that will slaughter anyone who tries to hurt him with extreme prejudice

Also to spiderman point at Percy every time he breaks into the underworld while Zag is trying to break out

[couch-house]

do you know for how long and how many times i have tried to draw sonic and kintobor hug. im obsessed. anyway read my old fanfiction it's still good bc Sonic and Kintobor Hug

[haaam-guuuurl]

It occurred to me that this season's been a little different than the first years (especially Sophomore Year) because it seems like the Bad Kids aren't forming as many relationships to NPCs - not bringing them along on adventures or talking that much outside of getting information (at least not friendly NPCs, they're interacting with the Rat Grinders plenty) and then I noticed that in downtime, they've basically been ignoring rolling for the Relationships track. It's almost like being in a constantly stressful and results-focused environment really destroys your interpersonal relationships

[cows1012]

some doodles for this daemon au fic which has had a legitimately concerning grip on my mind!! 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

it's less us adopting you and more like a-yuan where you ran up to us in a busy marketplace (tumblr tags/dashboard) and latched onto our legs with vengeance and adopted us into your chaos (but like in a good way)

Mutually Assured Adoption. We will take to the town and cause havoc

[quietwingsinthesky]

Theta/Koschei

Koschei decides to ‘force a regeneration’ to see if it gets rid of the drums.

I’ll let you decide at which point in that process Theta finds him.

>:) (<- evil)

The first thing Koschei hears is Theta-

No, the first thing he hears is the drums. He cringes in on his new body, its limbs awkwardly long and its hair in his face. He claws at his head, and when his nails aren’t strong enough to get inside and scratch the noise out, he starts pounding at his temples. It only encourages the drums to get louder. All he can smell is bitter metal, on his skin, in his mouth, soaked through. It was supposed to be cast off a new regeneration, so why is his blood still clinging to him?

He feels the hands wrap around his wrists and force him to stop. He feels the body kneeling next to his. “You jumped,” Theta hiccups. “You jumped!”

Koschei peers up at the cliffs above. The skies look like they’re burning overhead. Good, he thinks, good, burn down with me.

Him at the edge. Theta frozen feet away. An expression on their face he’d never seen, no matter how much they’d gotten into trouble in the past.

He scared his friend.

“I- I couldn’t move,” Theta says, like they need his forgiveness. “I tried! I couldn’t move! You jumped!”

“It didn’t work,” Koschei says, unable to summon up more reaction than a statement of fact. Theta shivers and wraps around him. They’re shorter than him. He didn’t think about that—only the blessed promise of relief. It’s all that he can hold onto now, Theta’s terrified expression as he tilted over the edge and their body, too small to bundle him up in their arms anymore like they used to. They bury their tears in his hair.

“Of course it didn’t work. You can regenerate, you can’t-” Their voice shatters. Koschei tries to be gentle, but he flinches at the pounding in his head, shoving Theta’s shoulder. Stubbornly, they hold on tighter. “I won’t let you go back up there. I won’t.”

“It didn’t work,” he repeats, like it’ll make sense to them. It hits him, suddenly, what he’s done. The obviousness of it, his whole body a betrayal of a moment’s grasp at peace, how could he- He wants to hide in Theta’s arms, but he can’t, he’s too tall.

“I did this,” Theta says. “It’s my fault. I did this.”

“No,” he snaps. He won’t have it taken from him, even as he can’t look at the shame of it. It was his choice; he jumped. “You told me to get away from the edge.”

“Shut up!” Theta is trying to crush him. His ribs ache from the way their fists jam into his sides. “I pushed you, understand?” He wriggles.

“You didn’t-”

“Koschei, you jumped,” Theta says, voice gone near a whisper again, and he listens to that more readily than he does when they match his volume and fight with him. “I don’t know what they’ll do to you if you jumped.”

He understands.

“You pushed me,” he agrees.

“It was an accident,” they build.

“The wind was too strong. I lost my footing.”

“And I pushed you too hard. We shouldn’t have been this close to the edge.”

“I forgive you.” Theta’s breathing stutters.

“You have a stupid amount of hair now,” they mumble. Koschei agrees. His head hurts so much, and he can’t place what’s worse: the drop after sudden regeneration, or the fresh bruises from hitting himself, or the drums, they’re louder now, he made them louder-

“It didn’t work,” he says a final time, no longer numb to it. His vision blurs, and his breath is coming one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Theta touches his face, smearing his tears over his cheeks. They jam their forehead forward, close the distance until the entire universe is the two of them, alone.

He has to escape somehow. He grasps at Theta’s mind, not calm, always whirring and humming but quiet compared to his. He sinks into them with a sob.

They’re still there, in the back of his head, beating away.

He tries to pretend it’s only the sound of Theta’s hearts.

Maybe, for a moment, he even believes it.

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Hey fake don't be sorry, it's understandable! You're overwhelmed and forgetting about something is reasonable in you stage. Take some time Fake! You have brick, the special need rat, after all!!

Speaking of Brick, is it really a girl?? Since I still remember Gustavo using she/her on it

Pep: "Sdneirf, uoy knaht..."

Pep: "Ypeels... Mraw dna efas... Yfmoc yrev si xob... Mmblurblurb... Zzz..."

Brick: *curious squeak*

Brick: *happy squeak*

Gustavo: "Oh! You must be the little box of hundred voices Peppino told me about! Hello, it is nice to meet you! I am doing well!"

Peppino: (How did that get in here...?)

Gustavo: "What have I been up to since the tower fell? Well, I've mostly been helping the old tower residents to find new homes! Since I've explored a lot and met so many folks, I believe we can work to find a place for everyone!"

Gustavo: "Brick has been good too! She just finished school, and we're waiting for her custom harness to arrive. And yes, she is a girl, but she doesn't seem to mind what she is referred to as. She mostly just wants cheese and scritches. Speaking of, she will get extra of both today for a good job. But not while we're cooking - Peppino doesn't want to encourage her to come into the kitchen for food."

Gustavo: "And I of course I don't mind Pep staying here! It's Peppino's decision, after all. And while I have yet to meet him properly, from what I've seen, he sounds very nice! And he must be if Peppino let him stay."

Gustavo: "But he has always been a big softie~. In an ideal world, he would have adopted every stray cat he's found, and probably be running a cat café~."

Peppino: "Ey! You said you wouldn't share the things I say when I'm wine drunk!"

Gustavo: "Hehe, sorry Peppino~."

Peppino: "You are not sorry, bastardo."

(Pep is now asleep! They'll be awake and back to answering asks in a little while)

[pigeon-princess]

*biggest air punch ever* We're playing Strahd on my birthday!!!!!

[deoidesign]

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