#rat licker

[pastel-rights]

I don’t think any context I can provide will ever be enough to explain this so just. take it as it is lol

[ladythatsmyskull]

"What up, Rat-Lickers?!?"

[hafwen]

My parents live in the in-law apartment of our house and they apparently just spent yesterday hanging out with her entire side of the family and eating lunch!!!

[gem-likes-rdr]

Going through RDR2 a second time and there's a few things I wanna point out about the Parlay Mission.

Notice how Arthur is ALREADY not trusting how this sounds? He's a guy who follows his gut I noticed and his face says it all. He don't like how this sounds and it sounds suspicious.(he was right)

Even Hosea confirming Arthur's suspicions out loud here.

Then Micah dismissing it casually. (Personally think it was a set up with Micah being a rat)

While Dutch in the end was the one who made the final call Micah still egged it on. Being a boot licker per say. Ignoring the advice from his best friend Hosea and his metoforical son Arthur.

Fact that Dutch and Micah say some stuff even in my first playthrough sounded kinda iffy, after playing it again I KNOW it's bullshit and the fact that Arthur argues against the shit they're sayin' claiming it's horseshit, Dutch claims it's disloyalty and not having faith. Part of being loyal is questioning folks and keeping people honest. That's Arthur for ya.

And despite the goal of grabbing Arthur I again feel was a set up possibility with Micah involved to get Arthur out of the picture.

But from how much time passed they'd be there by how to save Arthur. But they didn't. Dutch never showed up. If he noticed he was gone by my guess from how long Arthur has been out, a couple of days longer than normal (out of missions they are weirded out if you're gone longer than a day and a half, used to seeing drop offs then gone) then its kinda odd.

The then reaction from Dutch to me seems off. That he says that they just vanished and shrugged off leaving the fork road.

You would think this would make him suspicious but he didn't bother questioning it. Especially since the O'Driscolls were involved

This is foreshadowing to what he does later in the game.

Dutch didn't leave Arthur once. He didn't leave him twice.

HE LEFT HIM 3 TIMES.

And this is BEFORE his brain injury.

No matter how much Dutch apologized he still left Arthur.

And let's not forget to mention that Micah encouraged and coaxed this. Furthur leaning into my theory that Micah wanted ARTHUR'S position as gang enforcer. Which he later does get in a sense.

[yveltalreal]

"dark type trainers are dangerous" "you cant trust fairy specialists" "psychic specialists wont hesitate to blackmail you" "why is like every dragon trainer an asshole?" shut up. we're losing sight of the real enemy: electric type specialists.

surge? boot licker. volkner? literally kept fucking up his cities power supply cause he was bored. elesa? unovan. clemont? kalosian. sophocles? literally forgot he existed for a second AND I DID HIS TRIAL I HAVE THE Z CRYSTAL??? iono? influencer.

wattson can stay cause i like him he but hes on THIN FUCKING ICE.

these people have been demanding your respect and for what? for a yellow rat? for some magnets?? they dont deserve it.

[archangeldyke-all]

okay, here goes! One BSAA agent Sevika request as promised - I'm sorry if its too long and not very good, I'm still getting back into the flow of regular writing but thank you for showcasing on your blog, as a big fan of yours it means a lot! - Starlight

(I'm rubbish at tagging, but there are mentions of bioterrorism, outbreaks of fictional infection, creatures, death and loss of family members, loss of a pet, please add more if I've forgotten any)

Sevika was a gym rat before the outbreak, worked as a personal trainer at her local gym.

Pointedly ignored her father’s demands she join Raccoon City PD, just like him and her younger brother.

She knew she probably would eventually join up; thought she had all the time in the world to make her mind up.

Then the T-Virus happened.

Her father and brother were killed trying to battle the infected in the streets. Sevika lost everything during those awful days, even her dog.

She made it out during the evacuation, moving from place to place, joining up with any anti-bioterrorism group who will have her.

She never talks about Raccoon City, and people know better than to ask her about it.

By the time she meets one Chris Redfield, she’s lethal. Her hand-to-hand combat and weapons training have been meticulously honed.

Chris likes her immediately. Watching Sevika go toe-to-toe with a Hunter, and winning, he knew this woman had to join his squad.

During a mission gone bad, she loses an arm to a Licker. Chris sees to it personally through his BSAA connections that she’s fitted with a state of the art prosthetic.

She meets you in the floating city of Terragrigia and for the first time in a long time, the world suddenly doesn’t feel so grim.

She’s a typical BSAA agent, striding around in her combat gear like she owns the place, always on the lookout for danger. Her not so typical prosthetic is a glossy black, and she keeps it immaculate so it’s always glinting in the sun.

You’re a no nonsense bartender who knows her whiskey, with a piercing stare that quashes any trouble and a dazzling smile that nearly has her missing her mouth and spilling whiskey down her front.

She frequents the bar you work in, many BSAA agents do. One night, when you slide her usual whiskey over to her, she smirks, writes down her number on the little napkin then saunters over to her BSAA buddies as you gape after her.

Your first few dates are casual, she takes you out for coffee, to the cinema. She holds your hands, kisses you gently after each date. By date number four or five, it seems her patience has finally worn thin when she grabs you after dinner and presses you against the door of your apartment. The kiss is intense, too much and not enough, filled with the sultry promise of what’s to come. That night, she breaks your bedframe and apologises profusely, but she’s not sorry really, not when she smirks as she watches you walk shakily around your apartment the morning after.

After 5 months, you find yourself moving into her apartment.

She takes the same breakfast every day, oatmeal and black coffee. She’s pleasantly surprised when you start adding some ‘pizzazz’ to her oatmeal, some blueberries here, a sprinkle of cinnamon, even caramelised apples. She rolls her eyes and grumbles that ‘plain oatmeal does the job just fine’ but she’s getting worse and worse at hiding her smile.

She has terrible nightmares. She never seems to wake from them, calling for her father, her brother, her dog Finn. All you can do is wrap your arms around her, soothing her by speaking softly in her ear, stroking her hair. She relaxes now when she feels you, but her arms always tighten around you, the only person she isn’t willing to fathom losing.

When the Terragrigia Panic starts, and hundreds of Hunters are released into the city in the worst act of bioterrorism the world has seen, Sevika has only one goal: find you.

She fights her way out of the BSAA HQ, races to your apartment just to find it empty. She sinks to her knees, she thinks ‘not again’ but then she hears your frightened whimpers coming from the bedroom closet.

When she tears open that closet door to find you curled up inside, one of her handguns clutched in your trembling hand, she almost breaks down crying. But she stays strong, for you. She gathers you up in her arms, kisses you so fiercely you stop thinking and then she gets you out of there.

An armoured BSAA escort is awaiting, and yet again Sevika manages to escape the chaos with her life, and something far more precious to her.

A Hunter tries to attack while everyone’s getting loaded into the vehicles and you watch with equal amounts horror, morbid fascination, pride and let’s be real, horny as Sevika roars and punches the creature square in the face.

Chris shakes his head, grinning and you can’t seem to pick your jaw up off the floor. Sevika quirks an eyebrow at the both of you as the convoy pulls away from the carnage unfolding, the BSAA having been ordered to withdraw. “What? Nobody comes at me or my girl without catching hands, Hunter or not!”

Chris says nothing, and all you can mumble through your daze as Sevika wraps you in her warm arms is “I think I need to come with you on some missions…for science.”

THIS IS AMAZING omg i've never played this game before but this fic is making me want to holy shit. i'm so excited to see what else you come up with in the future!!!!! woah. this was so good!!!!

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[steddielicious-quaerhye]

Okay, so I tried RPF back in ‘06 and just thought it was too weird. That hasn’t changed in eighteen years, but I’m not here to yuck anyone’s yum. It’s just not for me.

And I’m very aware that the hockey RPF fandom is…robust. As a casual hockey fan (like I go to 3-4 games a year), ngl I find it hilarious.

I also do love me some NHL/Olympics hockey AUs though.

And so I’ve seen a bunch of Steddie headcanons come across my dash where people make Eddie a licker like Marchand. Which I especially hate because Eddie’s not a fucking rat piece of shit.

But like, I went to a Bruins game today, and whenever Marchand was on the ice, I kept thinking back to Eddie, and let me tell you, I did not like him being associated with Enemy #1.

That’s all. #gocanucksgo

[star-rie]

when your servant is a little shite

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Then Merlin looks at Gaius, who’s sitting there, eyeing him as if he knows what Merlin is going to do.

‘Merlin, no’

‘Merlin yes’

or

Merlin tests the limits of Arthur’s patience.

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alternatively, ao3 link

original prompt

PART 1 (you're here), PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6

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It was another day of chores for Merlin. He sighs solemnly as he lazily mops the floor. He really wishes he didn’t have to, he’s tired of stopping yesterday’s weekly attempt at ending Arthur’s life. He wants another hour of sleep in his bed.

After tiredly wiping his eyes, he spends the next five minutes contemplating, before he eventually says, “Oh, what the hell” and drops the mop on the ground. It clunks loudly, sound echoing in the hall. It joins the sad, half-mopped floor next to a bucket of dirty water. Merlin doesn’t care, leaving his work unfinished. He doesn’t even bother to clean up.

He decides to spend his time on the windowsill instead, looking off to the field where Arthur is training. He looks so striking, even from afar. Moving swiftly to land on his opponent.

When Arthur gives a particularly harsh blow, he catches Merlin’s eyes. Merlin waves at him, and Arthur waves back, right after he knocks another knight off from his right. Merlin smiles dreamily, staring at Arthur’s handsome face. He looks so handsome, had Merlin said that already?

When Merlin finally leaves to join Arthur on the training ground after a back and forth of ‘I can’t hear you!’ Merlin hears a shrill screech.

Thinking it was the daily threat to Arthur's life, Merlin immediately hides behind a wall, ready to strike. But when he peers over it, he’s disappointed to find that it was someone from the royal court, Sir L...something

“MAIDS! GUARDS? ANYONE!” He shouts, stomping on his feet.

"Yes, sire,” George appears beside him. Merlin scoffs, bloody arse-licker.

“Who did this?” He points to the floor, right at Merlin’s unfinished work. Oops.

“I believe it’s...” Merlin is 100% sure he’s pausing here for dramatic effect. “I believe it’s Merlin, sire,” that rat! He was watching the whole time?!

“Merlin,” he repeats, and George nods.

“The King’s servant,” he said, totally unsurprised. Wow, a noble knows him!

"Well, I did see him on the windowsill back then, but he’s gone now." George points at the windowsill, Merlin swears he’s going to hex him.

“What’s going on?” Another noble that Merlin can’t name asks, horrified when he sees the floor. “You did this!?” he asks, his face furious.

"No, sire, it was Merlin." Merlin will make sure to make the hex last at least a week.

“Merlin.” face turning grim

“Yes”

“The King’s servant.” Merlin’s reputation surpasses himself.

"Yes,” George repeats, looking proud at himself. Let’s see if he’s still proud when Merlin hexed him later.

“Clean this, then you may go,” the noble orders. George bows, picks up the mop, and then starts to clean the floor with vigor.

The nobles nod in satisfaction, and oh, shite, they’re coming this way. Merlin stays still when they approach, thinking he’s going to get caught. But the nobles just walked past him. Wait, what? That's it?

The noble moans, “I can’t believe Arthur still keeps that troublesome, lanky!" The fact that they didn’t notice him is still beyond him.

The other noble immediately shushed him. “If Arthur hears that, you’re dead!”

“I don’t care! I’m tired of him!” he yelled, massaging his temple. “You do realize that most of our problems are somehow caused or intertwined by that servant. I knew that goblins didn’t come out of nowhere. Geoffrey saw him in the library before the thing happened!”

Merlin had to stifle a laugh. Okay, that was funny, really chaotic, and also his fault.

“And that one time when Arthur’s pants fell off. I think the rumors are true, he does indeed p—”

“Let’s stop right there, shall we?” The noble stops him, standing in front of him, “Sir Lunden," putting a hand on his shoulder. Oh, so that’s his name.

“We’ve established that Arthur is weirdly obsessed with the boy, even if he had...little to no redeeming qualities,” he sighs, squeezing his shoulder while muttering, ‘How he stays employed is beyond me’, then he turns serious.

“I know that his work ethics are a bit awful, and maybe he’s also mental in the head,” he inhales sharply as if preparing himself to say this. “But he is, at the end of the day, King Arthur’s servant, for years. And even if he gave us a lot of trouble, King Arthur trusts him, and as the royal house of Camelot, we should respect that.”

“You’re right,” Lunden said with finality. Merlin watches them with awe. Well, if they’re loyal to Arthur, Merlin thinks they’re not that bad.

“Have we talked about the time he spends on ‘the tavern’?" Nevermind

“I don’t think we ever do,” he said as they strode down the hall.

They were probably talking about Merlin’s regular disappearance when something really important happened. Merlin should probably be ashamed right now, the royal court is gossiping about him. But his thoughts are elsewhere.

“Oh, you” George said it with so much spite that it’s actually funny.

“Me!” Merlin grins as George walks past him. George gestures an ‘I’m watching you’ sign with his hands before turning around. Irritated, Merlin immediately chants and directs his spell at his bottom.

George jumps in surprise, spilling the bucket that he was holding and throwing off his mop. George glares at him as Merlin tries very hard not to laugh. George eventually scoffs before walking furiously away. Probably to find a cloth to clean up.

When he was gone, Merlin was laughing. Using his magic to expand the water’s volume. Turning the hall into a small lake. When he’s satisfied, he wipes a tear on his eye and turns directly to face—

“ARTHUR?!?!” He immediately stood straight, hands on his back, despite not holding anything. Shite, did Arthur see him using magic?

"Merlin,” Arthur said, as if holding a laugh. He pursed his lips multiple times, taking deep breaths before he eventually said, “Where were you? I told you to come immediately to the training field!”

"Sorry, um, sire." Arthur didn’t see him using magic, that’s good.

Arthur looks at the castastrophe behind him. He purses his lips again, holding a laugh. “Did you, um—pft-HRM—oh, sorry, sore throat, hm—“

He composes himself before saying, “Did you...” and laughs hysterically. Merlin immediately laughs with him. They both laugh like maniacs until Merlin has to support himself on the wall to stand.

“Oh my god, did you see the look on his face??” Arthur asks, out of breath, clutching his stomach.

“His face was so red, he might as well be George the tomato,” and then they laugh again at Merlin’s stupid joke, it’s not even that funny.

(“But it is funny!” Arthur exclaimed mid-laugh.)

They finally stop, taking deep breaths to calm themselves down.

“Did you do this?” Arthur said, finally, with even breaths.

“Uh no, sire,” Merlin said, silently agreeing it was George.

Arthur throws a knowing look at both him and the water. It stretches on until Merlin becomes so nervous that Arthur’s going to throw him into the dungeon. As he was about to explain himself, Arthur turned around and said, “Alright let’s go to the training field, Merlin.”

“Yes, the training field.” Merlin said in relief. He’s just overthinking; Arthur is too much of a buffoon that he wouldn’t notice, even if he’s doing magic in front of him.

“I heard that!” Arthur shouts

Shite, did Merlin say that out loud? "Sorry, sire, you’re such a buffoon that it’s a miracle your kingdom is still in one piece!”

Merlin dodges the furniture that was thrown at his face. Wait, how did Arthur know about George in the first place?!

[landoftheocsmegablogformyocs]

The Last Three Are Not In The Same Category Buster

I am going to seperate creator from creation because anyone who tries conflating the latter three with those other stuff is bound to be someone immensely insufferable. Then again socialist types are insufferable.

Seriously, there is a difference between that and generalizing a landlord as being in that same category. That's demonization and ironically runs counter to your message. You are just one big red flag man. Seriously, those you call Elon Musk musk sniffers and Covid rat lickers shows me you don't actually want to fight bigotry but want to be a bully hiding behind sjw. I will see more of your fanwork but you have lost any personal respect from me.

Also as I have seen so far you self-righteous types tend to always be hiding something and project onto others to make yourselves feel superior to them. I have seen it and you boy have that vibe. Also lashing out like this makes you a very immature person as well.

[savvythepirate]

You requested something to read, so I thought I’d share this little abomination that I wrote. I’ll be posting it on my page as well.

“I’ll stab you with my trouser sword and plunder your booty, yo-ho!” You sang loudly as you swabbed the deck of the Black Pearl.

“Yo-ho!” The crew hollered in response, as it was part of the song.

You were a new addition to the crew, and fine one at that! From your jokes to your colorful sea shanties, you brought such a lively and fun energy to the ship. Everyone there loved you.

All except one person, that is…

It’s not necessarily that he disliked you, but Barbossa didn’t seem to find you as entertaining as everyone else did. It was a shame, really.

“Quit yer caterwaulin’ ya blunderin’ mongrels!” He hollered as he exited the captain’s quarters.

Everybody looked around at each other uncomfortably and got back to work, disappointment in their eyes.

“He can be a bit of a mood-killer, can’t he?” Jack said as he joined you to swab the deck.

“That’s for sure,” you replied, focusing on your work. Then you stopped for a moment, smiling an amused half-smile, “I must admit, though, the man certainly has a gift for colorful insults!”

“That he does,” Jack mused, “One of my favorites is probably ‘salty sea dogs.’ It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I personally found ‘slack-jawed buffoons’ to be a good one. It really packs a punch, you know? Like, it’s unnecessarily harsh.”

“That, and ‘wreckless pack of ingrates.’” Jack said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“We should start writing these down!” You laughed.

A while later, you and Jack had acquired a quill and some paper, and you began your list.

“He said ‘poxy mongrels’ once,” you said as you jotted it down.

“I remember him saying ‘nattering swine’ the other day,” Jack said. You added it to the list.

“Let’s add some of our own!” You said, looking excitedly at Jack.

“Ooh, we should, shouldn’t we,” he said, taking on your expression. Then he thought for a moment, “How about ‘lily-livered milksops?’”

“That’s a good one!” You wrote it down, “I’ve got one!” You said, “‘Toe-eyed cabbages!”

Jack looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort, “That one’s a bit out there.”

“I suppose so,” you said, pondering the strange words that came out of your mouth. Then your eyes lit up, “I’ve got a better one! Bald-headed yogurt slingers!”

“Now you’re just scaring me,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine,” you said, chuckling, “Let’s get back to his insults!”

“For the sake of my own sanity, we should,” Jack said. You continued writing.

“‘Scurvy bilge rats’ is a classic, so we can’t forget that one!” You said, smiling as you wrote.

“I think he also said ‘salty bilge rats’ once,” Jack said.

“Honestly, a lot of these sound like they could be interchangeable,” you mused.

Jack’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Then he brightened, “I have an idea!” He took the paper from you and started to write.

It took a while for him to finish, which made you worried that Barbossa would catch you and scold you for not working. Finally, Jack was done. He handed you the paper, “I put the first parts on the left, and the last parts on the right. That way we can mix and match!”

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, “I like it!”

You scanned the two lists, which were somewhat long. Then inspiration struck you, and you added your idea to the list.

You handed it to Jack, the finished product looking something like this:

Front:

A: Wreckless

B: Blooming

C: Lazy

D: Mangy

E: Cackhanded

F: Knee-knocking

G: Bloated

H: Salty

I: Yellow-bellied

J: P****-licking

K: Feckless

L: Lilly-livered

M: Filthy

N: Blundering

O: Bilge-drinking

P: Bloody

Q: Slimy

R: Bleeding

S: Poxy

T: Slack jawed

U: Nattering

V: Wretched

W: Squiffy

X: Gutless

Y: Scurvy

Z: Blasted

Back:

A: Ingrates

B: Cockroaches

C: Bilge rats

D: Scoundrels

E: Deck apes

F: Halfwits

G: Sea cows

H: Sea dogs

I: Milksops

J: Codpieces

K: Mongrels

L: Sobs

M: Whelps

N: Swabbies

O: Buffoons

P: Codpieces

Q: Hornswagglers

R: Swine

S: P****-lickers

T: Maggots

U: Curs

V: Ninnies

W: Knaves

X: Blowfish

Y: Picaroons

Z: Scallywags

“I don’t understand,” Jack said, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You take the first letter of your first name from list one, and the first letter of your last name from the second list. For example, I would be (insert your name here).”

“I see,” Jack said, reading the list, “I would be…p****-licking p****-lickers…” he looked baffled, and maybe a little disappointed.

You laughed, “That’s actually kind of hilarious!”

“What are you two feckless mongrels up to?” Barbossa barked. Noticing the paper in your hands, he grabbed it.

You and Jack panicked as he read your creation. Then he looked up at the two of you, “Get back to work,” he ordered. The two of you scrambled off, eager to get away from the grumpy captain.

“Do you think we’ll be punished?” You asked Jack.

“I hope not,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at Barbossa. Frightened by the likelihood of that happening, you two picked up your mops and continued where you had left off a while back.

Barbossa continued reading their list. When he finished, he chuckled and put it in his pocket and headed back to his quarters.

Thank you so much for this! It gave me the smile I needed! ❤️

@savvythepirate

[platonicphoenix]

Aero's Lore (Partyrockers oc au)

Aero, the guitarist and the silent seeker of her band: the Partyrockers, she was one of the only members without a party-based alt mode.

(this is kind of older writing so sorry if it's lowkey dookie water. content includes violence, some swearing, and Overlord- He's his own trigger warning. This is mainly non romantic, and more of just angsty. Writing and Aero's design beneath the cut vv)

Aero: (rip to the height difference Aero is ~27ft tall and overlord is ~44ft 💀❌️)

Overlord (IDW art):

Aero's p.o.v:

Bombs noises, gunfire, and explosions could be heard from everywhere I was. Disko was setting off explosions on the buildings and watching in joy as organics ran free of their abusive 'owners.' This civilization was known for keeping organics like pets or peasants and torturing them for their sick amusement. It was wrong, it was disgusting. Someone had to punish them.

So Disko and I took that initiative.

The punishment came extra for any Autobots running by. Disko was still loyal to the Decepticon cause, I just follow. Though, nothing is perfect, right? I got caught by the Autobots and detained. Such acts couldn't go unpunished I guess.  How sick though, the Autobots are defending them!?! Those sick bots who treat organics like toys and not sentient beings? What did we even fight for!?!? Disko managed to get away. Whispering into my comn-link that he would come back for me.

Hopefully- I’ll be back. But I was sent to Garrus-9, that horrid prison.

As a few mega-cycles passed by, 'Overlord' came along, rampaging throughout the whole place and leaving only destruction in his wake.

Luckily, I was a Decepticon. So of course, I had been freed from my cell and managed to recover my guitar. (P.S. Aero's modified guitar can unsheathe spikes to use as a melee weapon, and be a gun.)

Although it was 'nice' at the new Garrus-9, I still miss my old band. I still want to escape and get back to Disko, to have a conversation with Partylock again, to take pictures with Barbwire, and to pole dance with Partybomber and teach him the guitar. Also to meet that rat sack of a youngling he illegitimately adopted.

So, to escape. I fought in the arena. I Fought and murdered numerous poor bots just for Overlord's sick amusement and other bots to watch and enjoy. I wanted out.

Hoping Overlord would keep the promise of freedom he made to everyone. I fought and fought until I reached the top, and seized victory by its throat.

The moment I won that final battle, I looked at Overlord straight into his optics and waited, just for him to tell me, "Meet me in my quarters" So I did. I wonder, why did he want me in his quarters? To drink a cup of Engex as a reward or something?

When the time came, I went in. Just for him to say:

3rd person p.o.v:

Overlord: "Welcome, Aero.. that sweet, sweet victory of yours must've felt amazing! Knowing that you now get the chance of freedom, correct?"

Aero nodded, waiting for him to get to the point.

Overlord: "Well… Too bad. 

Aero, my dear. You don't think I don't hear that retched guitar of yours? Every time I try to recharge, I hear the strumming of chords and different melodies! You're lucky, so, so lucky that you're good.. Cause I'm feelin' nice today, so I'll give you a 3rd option."

Aero's p.o.v: 

What was he on about!?? I was confused. Options?? What did he mean by options??

Oh...

Oh, frag…

Oh, fragging no-

Don't tell me...

This slag licker lied???

Overlord: "Fight me, suicide, or... Be a ‘personal music player.’ I wish to hear all sorts of melodies you have in mind.."

WHAT THE FUCK???

my optics widened and I may or may not have a disgusted look plastered onto my face plates.

Overlord: "You see, recently I have been growing bored, bored and stressed and tired. I need something to... Soothe me."

he strummed the chords on my guitar, I jolted back, not wanting to be near this disgusting wrench. Overlord cackled as he watched me jump back.

Overlord: "Oh, don't be so scared... I won't exactly kill you~! Unless, you chose otherwise.. or, frag up.."

I'm so fucked. 

Shit

Shit

Shit

SHIT!

OH FOR FRAG SAKE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

IS THAT SO HARD TO FUCKING ASK FOR??

.

.

.

..I held my urge to go batshit crazy on this mech, but this is OVERLORD we're talking about, I would die in an instant. So here I am again, forced to sit and wait for a miracle, as I slowly wilt away and lose my sanity every fragging second.

"I don't want to die." I mumbled "..... I choose the music option, I'll play my music, every melody you ask until I can't..!"

Overlord: "Or until I get bored." he said with a sadistic grin plastered onto his faceplates

Shut the fuck up for fuck sake.

"I'll make sure you won't get bored, music never bores!" 

Hope that wasn't too cheesy...

Overlord: "Oh really?" he chuckled "-and one last thing... You can't leave this room, don't forget. You're supposed to be 'free'." his sadistic wheezing echoed through the room and made my audials sting, almost like the sound of nails on a chalkboard.

This just got even worse. I should've chosen suicide. Too late now! Urgh. Overlord sits on his recharge slab, elbows resting on his knees as he hunches over, and looks at me in the optics.

Overlord: "Well, songbird? What are you waiting for? Get playing."

Songbird?!?! I think I just gagged. I sit on a nearby chair. Tune my guitar, and strum the cords of the first song...

Welcome to your new life Aero!

(P.S. If Aero strums the wrong cord, he would whoop her ass, and Overlord would make sure she isn't dead, just to torture her, and to make this funner. In the Partyrockers Au Overlord is a bit less ‘kill-oriented’, sometimes he takes bots with potential and crushes their will just because he finds it funny.)

(Silly sketch)

[ratsoh-writes]

Lol thanks Rats

Kay decided that if they wanted ta stand a chance in the battle they'd have ta take out the biggest threats. It's not her fault Coffee is one of em. While Slim an her take em from the front she got Ace ta attempt an ambush.

Coffee is holding kyra at the moment, so she’s the main attacker. She does her best to hit you two with flour as coffee does a fine job at dodging

Slim: f- hold still mug licker!!

Coffee: nyehehehe you got soft after d-disbanding the mafia!!

Kyra manages to get slim in the knee with a flour sack, leaving behind a large white spot. Coffee and her are so far untouched

[imalittleoutthere]

Pirate Insults

“I’ll stab you with my trouser sword and plunder your booty, yo-ho!” You sang loudly as you swabbed the deck of the Black Pearl.

“Yo-ho!” The crew hollered in response, as it was part of the song.

You were a new addition to the crew, and fine one at that! From your jokes to your colorful sea shanties, you brought such a lively and fun energy to the ship. Everyone there loved you.

All except one person, that is…

It’s not necessarily that he disliked you, but Barbossa didn’t seem to find you as entertaining as everyone else did. It was a shame, really.

“Quit yer caterwaulin’ ya blunderin’ mongrels!” He hollered as he exited the captain’s quarters.

Everybody looked around at each other uncomfortably and got back to work, disappointment in their eyes.

“He can be a bit of a mood-killer, can’t he?” Jack said as he joined you to swab the deck.

“That’s for sure,” you replied, focusing on your work. Then you stopped for a moment, smiling an amused half-smile, “I must admit, though, the man certainly has a gift for colorful insults!”

“That he does,” Jack mused, “One of my favorites is probably ‘salty sea dogs.’ It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I personally found ‘slack-jawed buffoons’ to be a good one. It really packs a punch, you know? Like, it’s unnecessarily harsh.”

“That, and ‘wreckless pack of ingrates.’” Jack said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“We should start writing these down!” You laughed.

A while later, you and Jack had acquired a quill and some paper, and you began your list.

“He said ‘poxy mongrels’ once,” you said as you jotted it down.

“I remember him saying ‘nattering swine’ the other day,” Jack said. You added it to the list.

“Let’s add some of our own!” You said, looking excitedly at Jack.

“Ooh, we should, shouldn’t we,” he said, taking on your expression. Then he thought for a moment, “How about ‘lily-livered milksops?’”

“That’s a good one!” You wrote it down, “I’ve got one!” You said, “‘Toe-eyed cabbages!”

Jack looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort, “That one’s a bit out there.”

“I suppose so,” you said, pondering the strange words that came out of your mouth. Then your eyes lit up, “I’ve got a better one! Bald-headed yogurt slingers!”

“Now you’re just scaring me,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine,” you said, chuckling, “Let’s get back to his insults!”

“For the sake of my own sanity, we should,” Jack said. You continued writing.

“‘Scurvy bilge rats’ is a classic, so we can’t forget that one!” You said, smiling as you wrote.

“I think he also said ‘salty bilge rats’ once,” Jack said.

“Honestly, a lot of these sound like they could be interchangeable,” you mused.

Jack’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Then he brightened, “I have an idea!” He took the paper from you and started to write.

It took a while for him to finish, which made you worried that Barbossa would catch you and scold you for not working. Finally, Jack was done. He handed you the paper, “I put the first parts on the left, and the last parts on the right. That way we can mix and match!”

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, “I like it!”

You scanned the two lists, which were somewhat long. Then inspiration struck you, and you added your idea to the list.

You handed it to Jack, the finished product looking something like this:

Front:

A: Wreckless

B: Blooming

C: Lazy

D: Mangy

E: Cackhanded

F: Knee-knocking

G: Bloated

H: Salty

I: Yellow-bellied

J: P****-licking

K: Feckless

L: Lilly-livered

M: Filthy

N: Blundering

O: Bilge-drinking

P: Bloody

Q: Slimy

R: Bleeding

S: Poxy

T: Slack jawed

U: Nattering

V: Wretched

W: Squiffy

X: Gutless

Y: Scurvy

Z: Blasted

Back:

A: Ingrates

B: Cockroaches

C: Bilge rats

D: Scoundrels

E: Deck apes

F: Halfwits

G: Sea cows

H: Sea dogs

I: Milksops

J: Codpieces

K: Mongrels

L: Sobs

M: Whelps

N: Swabbies

O: Buffoons

P: Codpieces

Q: Hornswagglers

R: Swine

S: P****-lickers

T: Maggots

U: Curs

V: Ninnies

W: Knaves

X: Blowfish

Y: Picaroons

Z: Scallywags

“I don’t understand,” Jack said, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You take the first letter of your first name from list one, and the first letter of your last name from the second list. For example, I would be (insert your name here).”

“I see,” Jack said, reading the list, “I would be…p****-licking p****-lickers…” he looked baffled, and maybe a little disappointed.

You laughed, “That’s actually kind of hilarious!”

“What are you two feckless mongrels up to?” Barbossa barked. Noticing the paper in your hands, he grabbed it.

You and Jack panicked as he read your creation. Then he looked up at the two of you, “Get back to work,” he ordered. The two of you scrambled off, eager to get away from the grumpy captain.

“Do you think we’ll be punished?” You asked Jack.

“I hope not,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at Barbossa. Frightened by the likelihood of that happening, you two picked up your mops and continued where you had left off a while back.

Barbossa continued reading their list. When he finished, he chuckled and put it in his pocket and headed back to his quarters.

[ratlicker69]

Got my outfit ready for King Charlie’s coronation.

Mom says I’m the handsomest rat licker in school

[therealbrigeedarocks]

Shazam 2

I hate this.

I fucking hate this.

This premise should've fucking worked.

The gods -or their children in this case- wanting their powers back from a god-power-based hero makes fucking sense.

But NO the movie is longer than it needs to be and just the absolute clusterfuck of EVERYTHING working against it.

The whole thing with WB. Covid. Dwayne Johnson not wanting a black adam/cap marvel team up. Zachary Levi being a right wing plague rat licker. Superhero movie fatigue. The general awkward balance of an ensemble team/cast.

Just...fuck.

FUCK.

LUCY GODDAMN LIU BEING A MURDER GODDESS AND HELEN MIRREN BEATING CHILDREN TO A PULP SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR ME AND YET I AM LEFT WANTING.

[kittymeow180]

u an ugly ass transphobic ass terf bang and rat tail havin, 5 mile gap between ur teeth havin, male leg humper, conservative boot licker, miserable hater, humpback of notre dam posture havin ass bitch. u pick the cheese out from between ur toes and put it into ur witches cauldron and brew methanphetamine with it

Nuh Uhhhh ☝️😝