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ride or die, y'know how it is

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Ben's Diagram 🏀🎀

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@pyroanime2k16 au Mari know my TSIM au Sunny and tries to empathize with him.

Sorry for tagging.

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DREAD HUNT CHAPTER 49

Kel decides to fuck up.

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I've got a question.

When do you think Dread hunt will end? Like which chapter are you trying to reach to end it?

Also I love Dread Hunt, one of my favourite fics, even though I'm not a fan of Sunburn and Cactiflower.

I did considered on making my very own fic too, getting inspirations on Dread Hunt, as well as many others (like Our thoughts will follow, Omori Sayonara, Sleepless, Omorionette and even Bask in the Sun for some Suntan romance)

I did plan releasing the first chapter on Christmas or maybe at New Year's Eve, stay tuned for that

Honestly, I GOT NO FUCKING CLUE WHEN IT WILL END. I didn't start it with much of anything, and slowly built the backbone later. We're about halfway through the story, but hey. That's just how the brain rot boils.

(And I mean, I get it that you may not like the ships. But I feel like that's more sprinkles on this cake than the cake itself. I'm glad its not a deal-breaker! But who knows, maybe theirs a third secret ship that will replace both of those)

And HELL YEA! Write your heart out! I love hearing I influence people two write everything, and hell, some of those are peers who I know do damn good work! I can't wait to see what you make!

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in your perspective, who do you think who would forgive Sunny from first to last?

Hello there, and thank you for your ask :D I apologize I took so long to reply!!

My perspective does change from time to time (when it comes to Hero and Aubrey), I will admit that, and while I don't think everyone would "forgive" Sunny for what happened but moreso let it be completely, I believe Kel would be the first to do so first, then Hero and then Aubrey.

I hope you're having a wonderful day!^^

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Jeepers. ??? to 12/9/2024

Jeepers entered my life in the same way he entered it, for better or worse. That would be suddenly, and without much warning or time to think. I wasn’t even considering new rats at the time. The two I had were more than enough, and Juice Box and Jimmothy were needy boys. Who knows how they would take it? But I saw him at the Petsmart, alone, in a tiny cage, shivering with a big warning about how he was a male rat.

For those of you who don’t know, they are less popular than females for some reason. They are a bit lasier and a bit more catlike, but I enjoyed that about them. Independent,, but would occasionally grant you the honor to pet them and heap attention onto them. 

I saw him, and without consideration, I took him home. How could I not? The poor thing would rot in that place, and I had the means, and after owning two of the most energetic rats I have yet to own as my first pair, the know how to take care of him.

It was a struggle, to be honest. Jimmithy and Juice Box had spoiled me. Being hand raised, they were less nervous, less skittish, and more friendly towards me. Jeepers, as his namesake would suggest, was a mistrustful bundle of anxiety. It made sense, as to his origins I would have no idea how he got there. He was no fancy rat, and he was no wild rat either. I didn’t even know how old he was, as the pet store had no idea.

It took him three weeks before he took food from my hand without hesitation. it took a whole month after for him to allow me to pick him up. He was scared, and I understood why. This was a whole new life, and he was obviously mistrustful.

Oddly though, he learned how to get up onto my shoulder quickly. He enjoyed my hair and would steal a strand or two, or burrow under it to take a nap. It endeared me to him quickly.

Introductions with his brothers were a bit rocky, but so it goes. they had to settle who was the big man in the cage, and Jeepers lost every time. At first. Over time, the tiny rat I had bought on a whim grew into a beast of a thing. Nearly twice the size of his older and younger brothers. he was nearly 11 inches long without the tail and weighed a Kilo and a half. but the vet said he wasn’t fat, just built like an absolute tank.

Yes, he changed very little. He remained a jumble of nerves most of his life. On alert, and ready to sprint into a corner at a moment's notice. he detested being held, and would gently wiggle in your palm. Not trying to break out, of course, but to let you know he was not pleased and to let him down. he was more cat than a rat and seemed to detest being pet. 

His actions didn’t match his frame in other ways. When he outgrew Jimmothy and Juice Box as they all aged, he was surprisingly gentle with them. As a young buck, he should have been pinning and asserting his dominance, yet he didn’t. He took care of them, groomed them, and stayed close as their ends approached them. He was there when Juice Box passed away, spending most of the time snuggling and fretting over him. He was there when Jimmothy took his last breaths when I stepped away.

As Jam and Jazz joined our family, he let them roughhouse with him, letting them win more often than once. Unlike with the older brothers, integration happened with ease. He welcomed these new members into his family eagerly. Despite his act, I think he liked the company.

And even then, I knew he enjoyed my company. Even when he pretended he didn’t, he would always climb up my shoulder during play time and sit there, accepting scritches. The anxious beast he was, I had never seen him relax, even in the cage. but on my shoulder, unseen, I could feel him relax. I would like to think that he trusted me. But I will never know, as he had no way to tell me. I look back at those moments fondly.

He had always been a little…lopsided. He had a teddy bear face, and his right eye had bulged a bit extra since he had grown. This was normal for me. But, last Saturday, it wasn't right. Something was wrong, and I took him to the emergency ER and got a diagnosis. It wasn't a good one, as it was eye removal, but it wasn’t that invasive, so I decided to wait till monday to do it closer to spare him the pain.

As poorly as things ended, I’m glad I took him. A CT scan later and it was revealed it wasn’t a simple damaged eye or ulcer. It was a mass of brain cancer so large that it was bulging out his eye. You wouldn’t have known if you had seen the way he acted over the weekend. He was ambivalent about his pain and just wanted to escape his cage to join his brothers in the playroom. Even when I went to see him, even after waking up from the CT scan, he was more excited to explore the room than he was to see me. That was just the way he was. He didn’t even seem affected.

I knew otherwise. The vet had told me the likelihood of an old rat surviving brain surgery. And even worse than that, the fact that the tumor had buried its roots so deep there was no chance to pull it out. Sure, he acted fine, hell, he even gave the vet techs sass, but this was as good as it was going to get. It would only get worse, and worse, and worse. How long he had we didn’t know, but he was on borrowed time, and the bulging eye was already blind and causing him pain.

I wonder if he knew something was different the last time I held him. He didn’t wiggle, squirm, or claw his way up my arm or shirt to reach my shoulder. He didn’t indignantly glare at me. He let himself be held by me, he relaxed, and then he was gone. All the anxious energy left him at the same time he left me. Just as quickly and suddenly as he entered.

I thought it would be different. This was the third, and the least painful death at that. He went quietly, in a matter of 30 seconds. I don’t think he even knew what was happening. But it's not. It's only gotten harder. I’ve loved them more and more with time, and I doubt I will ever find another rat like him.

Goodnight.

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Jeepers. ??? to 12/9/2024

Jeepers entered my life in the same way he entered it, for better or worse. That would be suddenly, and without much warning or time to think. I wasn’t even considering new rats at the time. The two I had were more than enough, and Juice Box and Jimmothy were needy boys. Who knows how they would take it? But I saw him at the Petsmart, alone, in a tiny cage, shivering with a big warning about how he was a male rat.

For those of you who don’t know, they are less popular than females for some reason. They are a bit lasier and a bit more catlike, but I enjoyed that about them. Independent,, but would occasionally grant you the honor to pet them and heap attention onto them. 

I saw him, and without consideration, I took him home. How could I not? The poor thing would rot in that place, and I had the means, and after owning two of the most energetic rats I have yet to own as my first pair, the know how to take care of him.

It was a struggle, to be honest. Jimmithy and Juice Box had spoiled me. Being hand raised, they were less nervous, less skittish, and more friendly towards me. Jeepers, as his namesake would suggest, was a mistrustful bundle of anxiety. It made sense, as to his origins I would have no idea how he got there. He was no fancy rat, and he was no wild rat either. I didn’t even know how old he was, as the pet store had no idea.

It took him three weeks before he took food from my hand without hesitation. it took a whole month after for him to allow me to pick him up. He was scared, and I understood why. This was a whole new life, and he was obviously mistrustful.

Oddly though, he learned how to get up onto my shoulder quickly. He enjoyed my hair and would steal a strand or two, or burrow under it to take a nap. It endeared me to him quickly.

Introductions with his brothers were a bit rocky, but so it goes. they had to settle who was the big man in the cage, and Jeepers lost every time. At first. Over time, the tiny rat I had bought on a whim grew into a beast of a thing. Nearly twice the size of his older and younger brothers. he was nearly 11 inches long without the tail and weighed a Kilo and a half. but the vet said he wasn’t fat, just built like an absolute tank.

Yes, he changed very little. He remained a jumble of nerves most of his life. On alert, and ready to sprint into a corner at a moment's notice. he detested being held, and would gently wiggle in your palm. Not trying to break out, of course, but to let you know he was not pleased and to let him down. he was more cat than a rat and seemed to detest being pet. 

His actions didn’t match his frame in other ways. When he outgrew Jimmothy and Juice Box as they all aged, he was surprisingly gentle with them. As a young buck, he should have been pinning and asserting his dominance, yet he didn’t. He took care of them, groomed them, and stayed close as their ends approached them. He was there when Juice Box passed away, spending most of the time snuggling and fretting over him. He was there when Jimmothy took his last breaths when I stepped away.

As Jam and Jazz joined our family, he let them roughhouse with him, letting them win more often than once. Unlike with the older brothers, integration happened with ease. He welcomed these new members into his family eagerly. Despite his act, I think he liked the company.

And even then, I knew he enjoyed my company. Even when he pretended he didn’t, he would always climb up my shoulder during play time and sit there, accepting scritches. The anxious beast he was, I had never seen him relax, even in the cage. but on my shoulder, unseen, I could feel him relax. I would like to think that he trusted me. But I will never know, as he had no way to tell me. I look back at those moments fondly.

He had always been a little…lopsided. He had a teddy bear face, and his right eye had bulged a bit extra since he had grown. This was normal for me. But, last Saturday, it wasn't right. Something was wrong, and I took him to the emergency ER and got a diagnosis. It wasn't a good one, as it was eye removal, but it wasn’t that invasive, so I decided to wait till monday to do it closer to spare him the pain.

As poorly as things ended, I’m glad I took him. A CT scan later and it was revealed it wasn’t a simple damaged eye or ulcer. It was a mass of brain cancer so large that it was bulging out his eye. You wouldn’t have known if you had seen the way he acted over the weekend. He was ambivalent about his pain and just wanted to escape his cage to join his brothers in the playroom. Even when I went to see him, even after waking up from the CT scan, he was more excited to explore the room than he was to see me. That was just the way he was. He didn’t even seem affected.

I knew otherwise. The vet had told me the likelihood of an old rat surviving brain surgery. And even worse than that, the fact that the tumor had buried its roots so deep there was no chance to pull it out. Sure, he acted fine, hell, he even gave the vet techs sass, but this was as good as it was going to get. It would only get worse, and worse, and worse. How long he had we didn’t know, but he was on borrowed time, and the bulging eye was already blind and causing him pain.

I wonder if he knew something was different the last time I held him. He didn’t wiggle, squirm, or claw his way up my arm or shirt to reach my shoulder. He didn’t indignantly glare at me. He let himself be held by me, he relaxed, and then he was gone. All the anxious energy left him at the same time he left me. Just as quickly and suddenly as he entered.

I thought it would be different. This was the third, and the least painful death at that. He went quietly, in a matter of 30 seconds. I don’t think he even knew what was happening. But it's not. It's only gotten harder. I’ve loved them more and more with time, and I doubt I will ever find another rat like him.

Goodnight.

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Awwww this is so fucking cook! Really, this is some 10/10 shit! I love all the little details!

Here's a pixel art visualization of the scene of Sunny and Kel hanging out one last time in the old treehouse from @shardofhope-fanfic's fantastic fanfic, 'Their Time'

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Dread hunt chapter 48!

Everyone wakes up.

This time.

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Dread Hunt 47!

Hero and Sunny have to do the hardest thing they've ever had to do. Have a frank conversation with each other. Meanwhile, the gang conspires against their leader in this NEWEST EPISODE OF DREAD HUNT (47)! WE'RE BACK AS THE WORLD ENDS.

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Hey it's me again, I just wanted to say thanks again for giving Noli Mei Oblivisci a chance. It be nice to have someone to talk to about it.

NP bud! I just wish I had the time to binge it faster :)

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Trick or treat!

Aw shit. I don't got candy, but what I DO HAVE IS A RAT. TAKE HIM

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Trick or treat!

Aw shit. I don't got candy, but what I DO HAVE IS A RAT. TAKE HIM

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im super excited to share a project ive been working on this past week! here are my first four rat tarot cards!! i plan on making an entire set of the major arcana, granted i dont burn out first LOL

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PARENT TRAP CHAPTER 7

Mari helps bake a cake! But, well, its hard to care when its someone you despise!

The 7th chapter of of Parent Trap is out now!