#anyway did you like?

[haveihitanerve]

The Betrayal

Gregor didn’t know how it had come to this. He was crouched inside a cupboard, holding a back scratcher like a sword, and trusted no one anymore. Not even his own bond. A shadow passed in front of the cupboard and Gregor held his breath. Not that it would do anything, almost everyone that was against him had echolocation. But the person's scan was completed quickly and they moved on. Gregor breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed marginally. It had all started a week ago, when his father, James, had brought home a book on rats for Gregor. At first, Gregor had wrinkled his nose in distaste, he lived with rats, he knew how they worked, he didn’t need a book on them! But James had had a mysterious glint in his eyes, so Gregor had picked up the book and started reading. And the information he had gained. It was glorious. He had planned an experiment, recruiting his bond and luxa to help. The two had grinned evilly when he had informed them of his plan. It had been perfect. Luxa was supposed to lure ripred into their room, where ares would then block the door, and Gregor would move in. And they executed it perfectly. Except for one small flaw. Gregor had never questioned his bond and girlfriends loyalty. And that had been his downfall. The plan was perfect, ripred was in position. Ares hadn't blocked the door yet but gregor figured he was staying out of sight. Ready to jump to gregor's defense if he needed it. Oh how naive he had been. Gregor walked in with all the confidence of a warrior who had looked death right in the eye and had not run. He strolled over to ripred, and raised his hand, ready to strike. Before he could move though, the rats tail shot out and wrapped around gregor waist, throwing and pining him to the ground. “Wha-? Ares!” gregor bellowed, but his bond did not appear. “You thought you were clever eh warrior?” Ripred hissed, hunching over him. “Well, you might be smart boy. But nowhere near as smart as i am.” Gregor flinched. “No!!!!” he screamed, but there was no escape. Ripreds claws dug into his sides and gregor screamed, flailing. But it was fruitless. Before he could stop it, the giggle had escaped his mouth. Ripred lit up with glee. Gregor tried to fight, his arms jerking restlessly, trying to escape, but suddenly there were claws wrapped around his wrists and gregor looked up to see his bond standing above him. “Ares.” he breathed in disbelief. Ares stared down at him coldly. “No.” gregor whispered. Luxa appeared in his vision. “Babe!” he screamed. She looked down cooly at him. “Do it ripred.” she ordered, no trace of his lover in her eyes. Ripreds eyes hardened. “No! No! No no no please!” gregor begged. But it was too late. 

Ripreds paws were on his sides once more and gregor could do nothing but squirm as the rat tickled him mercilessly. “No! Ripred please! Ares!” gregor gasped in between giggles. “Please!” but they were having too much fun, watching with glee as he laughed and squirmed, trying desperately to escape the tickles. Luxas hands soon joined ripred and gregor screamed, legs kicking. The movement dislodged ares claws. In one smooth movement gregor had released his hands and jammed them up into ripreds fur, his fingers moving automatically. Ripred yelped in surprise, a small laugh escaping him and jumped back. Gregor was up in a flash and pounced onto the unsuspecting queen at his side, who screamed before falling into a fit of giggles as he pinned her beneath him and started tickling her sides. “Gregor!’” she gasped. He grinned. “You betrayed me first!” he answered. Something slammed into him and he was thrown off luxa and onto the ground, a golden ball of fur landing on top of him as auroras claws attempted to tickle his sides. Gregor barely managed to fight her off, watching as ares cornered ripred and attempted to tickle the old rat. After that there were no loyalties. Alliances formed and fell again, no one ever staying too long in any relationship. They were all murderous backstabbers. Dinners had once been a peaceful ground, a place where they could all come together and talk peacefully without the threat of tickles, but that was soon broken as howard and nike joined the fray, the only pair that lasted for two days, before nike tickled her bond in the back while he slept. Howard had been out for blood ever since. Boots and Hazard were the only ones who were still together, even though they had both tickled the other on multiple occasions, and their only real enemy seemed to be ripred, for they kept trying to sneak up and tickle him. They never succeeded, but it was always funny to watch them creep up silently behind him and pounce on his back, only for ripred to easily bat them away and snarl, tickling them mercilessly, while all three laughed. 

There was the creak of floorboards(which shouldn't be possible only wood creaks and its made entirely out of stone but whatever shut up darla) and gregor froze. There was light laughter and gregor tensed, angling his back scratcher downwards, like a dagger. “Come out come out wherever you are!” Ripreds sing song voice filled the air and gregor growled. Ripred snickered. “Not trying to stay hidden then are we?” he twittered sweetly. Gregor peered out the crack of the cupboard and slowed his breathing. Ripred turned his head and they locked eyes. Gregor slowly opened the cupboard and stepped out, eyes still locked on ripreds. The rat grinned. “You really wanna fight me pup?” he asked. Gregor swallowed, gripping the back scratcher. “No.” he answered simply. “I was merely the distraction. Ares! Aurora! Now!” Ripred whirled but he was too late. The bats slammed into him from above, sending them all crashing to the floor. “Luxa! Howard!” The two cousins jumped out from behind the doors and charged, each holding an end of the rope gregor had retrieved from the museum and grabbed ripreds paws, tying him up. “Boots! Hazard!” The two little ones came forward, hands up and ready. The group gathered behind gregor, peering down at their trussed up leader. Ripred bared his teeth, snapping at them threateningly. His eyes met gregor's. “You bastard.” he hissed. Gregor's eyes narrowed. “Lets remember who started all this shall we?” Ripred growled. “It was you!” he barked. Gregor shook his head. “So smart yet so dumb. No ripred. It was all of us. We all planned this.” he looked behind him at the Questers gathered. Ripreds eyes widened. “From the very beginning we had it all planned out. Ares and Luxa were supposed to go to you. Reveal my plans. Make it seem like they were loyal to you. But ares released my wrists to allow me to escape. I had to attack luxa to make it seem like we were enemies. Howard and Nike had to ruin the peace treaty at dinner, otherwise we never would have gotten here. The revenge wouldn't be as sweet.” Ripred looked between all of them, wide eyed. “All of this… to stop me?” “for revenge.” Gregor snarled. Ripred lifted his chin. “So be it.” he growled. Gregor scoffed. He turned and nodded at the Questers. “Now.” They advanced. Gregor's hand was the first to make contact, his hand digging deep into the fur at the rats neck, twitching. Ripred struggled, twitching aggressively to stop any sound from escaping, but then the others joined in and the rat broke, laughing. He slipped free of the binds easily and soon they were back in a free for all, a pile of laughing, backstabbing, betraying bonds and lovers and friends. Family. Vikus couldn't even be mad when he found them, four hours later, cuddled together in a heap, watching a movie and tossing popcorn around, shushing each other overly loudly and tickling whenever the mood struck. Even though Luxa had queenly duties to attend to, and gregor and ares were supposed to go to the gnawer lands with ripred early in the morning. The old man merely smiled and closed the door again, leaving the happy family to their fun.

[hinamie]

mentor

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[lgbtlunaverse]

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intent to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[utilitycaster]

"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[kensatou]

the energy i'm bringing to linkedin | MY LADY JANE (2024)

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[keets-writing-corner]

Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room