#i havent drawn rats in a while

[leona-florianova]

Rat daughter Cleo Cazo and the rat Sebastian.

And rat dad Corvo Attano..And a bunch of friendly white rats.

For @kaldwinkarnaca

[cascadiiing]

Bloodlust, or something like that

(Quinn Redacted Audio)

[madboopdead]

MadRatTober day 1: If we can be friends In Heaven

[toerrishumansodontbeone]

HMMMMMMM, what do u guys think of my possible little Barus?

[arolesbianism]

Oopsie doopsie slips and makes another batch of side characters their own story in which they're the main characters

[gigghoul]

thinking about the rats.. i havent drawn in a long while

[tickfleato]

fives pebbles and looks to the moon >:D seperate

UMM Ok i havent been in rain world mode for a hot minute and also was never a big iterators guy so i wont have the most in depth thoughts but here.

PEBBLES

i likes him. i think he's funny and i think he's tragic and while i have complicated thoughts about downpour i really love how you get to Viscerally see his decay in its timeline. yaaay i love to see a guy get eaten alive from the inside out by his own mistakes <3

(i am disregarding the shipping bits and replacing them with general relationship thoughts) Ok well. To be honest while i am a great enjoyer of chat log style storytelling ive forgotten the personalities of every single other iterator besides 5p and lttm. But like. whatever. sorry also im sleepy. Oh yeah i like him and moon playing games 2gether...

my unpopular pebbles opinion issss. idk. i dont know what opinions are popular or not. my opinion is i want to put him in my mouth and shake my head like a dog with a rat? i dont know

thats what i think should happen to him.

MOON

MOOOON i likes her. similarly with pebs one of my favorite parts of downpour was seeing her change over the timeline... While the 1 true lttm in my heart is drought the spearmaster era stuff was still cool. the thing is i like her the same amount as i like pebbles but i feel like i have less to say about her. im just drawn to characters that are more Dipshit u feel?

i dont really have many relationship thoughts...i like that she is friends with scavs :)

i think she should be given a big cartoon hammer to hit pebbles with at least once

[blackfairy312]

🔥/ soooo oc x canon stuff ... we (system) are making a fnac 3 au based on our (and my boyfriend's) interpretations of the characters in the rat and cat theater while adding our OC into it because of course we are.

(one of the drawings used a reference image by mellon_soup on patreon/pintrest!)

soo some info abt this ship and au:

- the Puppeteer, Rat, and Cat actors have names (Vincent, Antonio, and Richard respectively)

- my OC, Komi, is a pianist who, you guessed it, plays piano during the shows. i can lore dump about her role in the fnafverse another day yaaawwwnnn....

- havent drawn any full refs yet but Antonio is based off of Jesse Pinkman and Richard is based off of Steve Harrington, while Vincent i based off of one of my headmate's memories.

- havent drawn Mary yet but should soon...

- William Afton and Henry Emily stole the design of Vinnie in this AU to make the Security Puppet/Marionette. they both used to go to the R&C Theater

- redesigned Vinnie btw bc Oh My God why does he look like that. no wonder those shows were unpopular 😭

- i havent drawn the other animatronics yet bc i have trouble drawing them tbh 😭 i have drawn Blank a few times

- Vincent and Komi are like a ... Oh wow they both suck! He doesn't deserve her but She deserves him if that makes sense at all Youknow?

idk what else to put here but i'll try posting more on here soon!! tiktok and instagram are blackfairy.312 and youtube is oliverddp.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

What is your HC height for the characters? Personally I see peppino as 4'11, he's teeny tiny while being hilariously buff

Hes even smaller than MY peppino! I dont have too many heights set in stone bc im prone to flipflopping 😔

Peppino is 5’1 (154cm) but i am Not immune to Tall Fat Men so like if i draw him as 6’ (182cm) dont @ me.

Pepperman is HUGE at roughly 7’4 (218cm) bc I like the idea of him just being a massive freak of nature. Why is he so big. Why does his face take up most of his body?? I want him to be tall but still capable of walking into establishments (with some patience)

Gustavo is like. I feel like i Want to make him 2’ (60cm) bc i make all of my gnome creatures incredibly small. But im only using them as a base so i feel like 3’3/3’5 (99/104cm) feels a bit better.

Brick is literally a bear to me. Like a grizzly bear with a rat face and hamnds…do what you want with this information.

Noise and noisette are both exactly 4’ (121cm). Theyre both little imps to me :) smaller than Peppino but bigger than Gustavo.

Vigilante is roughly the same height as Gustavo at 3’1 (93cm). Hes got alot of stretch n pull to his shape though so its not very consistent. If he makes himself tall he looks incredibly thin, and if he makes himself shorter he starts to look like a pancake. And this isnt a height thing but hes VERY heavy and VERY dense so trying to pick him up would damage ur back pretty badly 😭

I dont have a height for fake peppi bc i havent drawn him enough 😭 and i dont care about pizzahead enough to give him a height lmao

[ethanharmonia]

Red Fire Oak / Fire Red Oak

i dunno why but i had a stroke trying to draw Red's eye even tho it wasnt that hard, why did i struggle so hard bruh😭

anyways i havent drawn Red in a while too (same with Volo but he is already there har har), it was definetly the hardest sh#t ever but i am somewhat proud of it (also his sewer rat made me pass away for a moment as i havent drawn pikachu at all {maybe i did before but i do not remember})

i wanted to add more characters but it was late at night and i didnt have the energy for it, also i had to rush things up as well so i might be missing a few things, so here, catch the red dude💥💥💥

also angles??? whats that??? *proceeds to f#ck up the drawing*

[satuwn]

is there anyone from my ocs u guys would like to see more of? i havent drawn oc content in a while i been meaning to with my lab rats but i just never get around to it,,, might just draw gummi for the fun of it but do lmk who ud like to see drawn :D

[tokyogruel]

thats alright! some of them have a LOT to read... like too much LMAO. take your time, the fact that you checked them out at all makes my heart melt!

AND THANK YOU!!! ellie is my sweet girl. she is a high powered explosive 🩷

and UGHGGHYGH ELLIOOTTTTT i think about him so much. he and tanner make my brain rot out of my skull

& most of it is for some of them! its mostly all old art though, i havent drawn much lately </3 & thank you!! i give props ofc to the coders, theres so many talented coders on th its insane

& AH... REFUGE... it follows my main boy, Haven! he's a drifter who travels across his home country, performing magic and playing the violin to make a living. the main story starts off by him finding a strangely friendly rat that he takes in, who eventually turns out to be a young man who got cursed by the main antagonist! it focuses on them traveling together and dredging up haven's troubled past, while a plague with strange origins begins to fester... hehehhehhehehehehe

Hiii i saw the oc post! Are you the type to create a lot of ocs or just make several and focus on them? Are they for a fandom or original stories? Do you have a favorite oc? 👀👀

RU THANK U FOR THIS (does not remember the oc post in particular)

BUT I AM HAPPY FOR ANY EXCUSE TO TALK ABT THEM!! (& i always LOVE!!! to see muts in my ask box<33333)

i have a lot of ocs!! i also have a toyhouse.. (sneaky link... general warning for flashing images and eyestrain! i try to keep it behind warnings but be aware not all of it is forewarned)

not all of them are on there also, just the ones with finished profiles / some of them are authorized only

99% of them are original characters, but ive got a handful of digimon ocs, some warrior cats, ponies, and im considering making a milgram oc!!

as for a favorite oc... i dont think i have one? i go back and forth on who i put my attention on most, but i love them all!

however, i guess i do have a story that i put more energy into than the others, but none of them are on this account. theyre for a story i call Refuge, which i plan on turning into... something? someday! book, game, comic, whatever. it's my passion project<3

tysm ru!!

[emmysealart]

i havent drawn in a week and this is the first thing i do

[chisatowo]

Man I've been dead as fuck on here I miss posting stuff but idk what to post abt :/

[samporterbbridges]

I know it’s a bit belated but:

Happy New Year!

I hope 2020 is a year of success and contentment for all of us, and I hope we continue to grow as a community!

I love all of you! Thank you for being such a fun and welcoming community! I can’t thank Kojima enough for making a game that brought me so much joy and so many new connections to people than I’ve had in a long time✨💕

Anyways, here’s to the Rat Year 🥂🍾🎊🎉

[nitewrighter]

prompt request: weve seen cindy interact with the prince, with the queen and even had a few scenes of her and brad talking, but besides the lobby scene and the narration scene of wedding planning we havent actually seen the king and cindy interact. id love a fic of these two talking and getting to know one another!

You know, I was working on a fic for the Fairy Godmother but for some reason this one came to me much faster!

Also if you’re interested in my whole Cinderella re-telling you can find the masterpost here! I’ll probably be uploading the king and queen ficlets on there as well, soon.

Anyway CW for animal death and blood. 

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So it had been about a year and a half since the stepmother passed. And like, Cindy liked to think she was pretty settled in at the palace--hell, scratch that, she really worked out a flow of things. It's kind of one of those situations where like, you're comfortable, but it's also like, "This is great. I'm going to get a good grade in Princess Consort." But this was about the time when like, just when you're getting used to something, someone throws you a curveball.

Now, because they didn't have zoom or skype or tv or anything back then, sometimes it was necessary for a ruler to make a tour--partially to connect with local and foreign leaders to maintain control and diplomacy, and partially make themselves known to the public like "Hi, hello, you have a government." So anyway, that's how Cindy, found herself sitting sidesaddle on horseback in some craggy forested mountains, repeatedly feeling at the one hunting dagger the queen’s kinsmen had given her belted to her hip, hearing hounds bay in the distance, and feeling completely out of her depth even with her Emotional Support Travel Rat.

"You're sure we don't have to kill anything?" she glanced over at the king next to her.

"Mm?" the king was looking at a particularly impressive woodpecker through a pair of binoculars.

"I said, 'You're sure we don't have to kill anything?'" said Cindy.

“No, Highness,” Brad spoke up from his own destrier next to her and Cindy eased up a little, though Brad seemed as tensed as ever. There had been a very long, drawn-out argument over whether Brad would go along with the Queen and Prince or stay behind with the King and Cindy, each side insisting the other needed his protection more, until one of the Queen’s old kinsman swung an arm around the prince and loudly proclaimed he would look after the heir of his most beloved general. It was clear now that, given the quietness of Cindy and the King’s own situation, that Brad thought he really really should be on the hunt with the Queen and Prince, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now, since he didn’t know where the hunting party was.

The king lowered his binoculars to look at Cindy. "I used to think I had to--you know, 'Manly King' and all that, but it turns out the nobility around here mostly use these trips for day-drinking and letting the hounds run themselves out," he looked through his binoculars again, only to find that the woodpecker had flown off. He lowered the binoculars again, "And I've been assured the whole, 'quiet contemplation of nature while extolling the healthful benefits of mountain air' is quite fashionable these days. "

"It is beautiful out here," Cindy pivoted her horse slightly to look out at the mountain vista through the trees. The air had a damp, heavy feel, that was not altogether unpleasant when contrasted with the warmth one built up from riding, “It’s strange, when the Queen spoke of her homeland... she always made it sound like--I mean---that is to say---”

“...’flaming death pit?’” The king offers her a reassuring smile, “She undersells how much good she and her allies really did here. Though... in fairness it has been a while since we’ve all been back. Much of these woods really were burned when I first came here.” He made a sound that was half huff, half chuckle before he swung off his horse, pushing his hips out and to the side to relieve the stiffness of riding so long. “There I was, carriage bumping along with all these... blackened skeletons of trees all around me, and just when I’m thinking, ‘Hm. Well this is all very concerning.’ Bam. The majority of my guard slaughtered and then I’m clubbed over the head.”

Cindy’s lips thinned and her fingers tightened on her horse’s reins, and her Emotional Support Travel Rat balled up on her shoulder.

“Your Majesty...” Brad started.

“Right, not very appropriate, is it?” the King mused before glancing back at Cindy, “I’m sorry--That’s terribly grisly subject matter for such a lovely day out.”

“N-no, it’s...fine,” Cindy stammered, “You and Her Majesty always talk about it like it’s some... great adventure... I just... wish I could be as strong.”

The king stared at her for about half a second too long then before glancing down and saying, “...we’ve gotten very good at talking about it like it was some great adventure.” He ambled down the path a few paces, not looking at her. “The sad truth is... a lot of the time--more than we think-- we don’t have control over the things that change us. All that we can control is who we want to be in the face of that. I’d wager you probably know a thing or two about that.”

Cindy smiled a wan smile. “I hope so. It’s gotten better,” she gave a glance to the rat on her shoulder and let it sniff and nuzzle at her finger, “I think I’ve gotten a much better idea of what I want to do--it seems the hardest part is convincing people I know what I want and what I’m doing... maybe convincing myself, most of all.”

“Well... when you’re king...” he went on, “You’re afforded--forced, is more like it--a certain perspective on things. You’re constantly forced to think about things on.. on this grand scale, you can’t assume the basic reasonableness of individuals--you have to think in terms of, ‘What’s the stupidest conclusion a lot of people will jump to and immediately act on’ and mad questions like that. But when you’re observing people on that kind of scale, it almost becomes like observing a landscape--you see a lot of stupid things, certainly, but you never stop being amazed by people’s capacity for healing, for resilience,” he plucked up a small wood anemone and walked back to her, “For growth. And you learn to find that in yourself.” He held the small blossom up to her. Cindy took it, smiling, and tucked it behind one ear as her Emotional Support Travel Rat gave it a few curious sniffs.

There was the bellow of a loud horn and all three of them glanced up.

“There--see?” the King glanced at Brad, “I told you they had it handled.”

In the next quarter of the hour, the queen, her kinsmen, and the prince reunited with the king, Brad, and Cindy. The queen was spattered in no small amount of blood and was carrying the body of a massive boar on her shoulders. Behind her, also spattered in blood, and looking significantly more shaken, was the prince. The queen dumped the boar’s body on the forest floor with a satisfied, “Grah!” of an exhale. 

“Ah, the mighty huntress! I was just saying to Brad--” the king started before the queen suddenly took him up in her arms, dipped him, and kissed him long and hard enough that the entire hunting party awkwardly glanced off before she brought him upright.

 “Hah!” she made that satisfied exhale noise again and gave the king a hearty, audible slap on the ass. “I needed that!” 

“R-right...” the king stammered, adjusting his glasses. 

“Oh you should have seen your son, darling!” the queen practically whirled the king up off his feet in a spiraling dervish, “He was brilliant! We got five musket balls in the beast! Two on one side and three on the other and it kept charging towards us! But then Chazz started hollering and weaving and flailing his arms about and running around in the thickets--led it on the wildest goose chase you ever saw--gave me the perfect opportunity to climb up to the tree limbs above and plunge down onto it with a spear.” She glanced back at her kinsmen, “And that’s why you always bring spears!” She ruffled the prince’s hair, which didn’t seem to snap him out of his daze, “My clever boy!”

Cindy rushed to the prince in a heartbeat, taking him up in her arms, and he was deliriously and aimlessly spouting out the words, “Yes. Planned. Definitely planned that. All part of the plan.” Cindy kissed him on the cheek, smearing some blood on her own face in the process but apparently unaffected about it despite her previous nervousness. He blinked a few times and stared at her a couple seconds. “What happened--?” she kissed him on the jaw this time. “Am I not dead?”

“No, it would seem you did very well,” Cindy smiled, taking a kerchief out of one of her dress pockets and dabbing at his face slightly with it.

“Oh,” he said dumbly and then after a long beat he said, “I would very much like a bath.”

And so the hunting party strapped the felled boar to the back of the queen’s horse and departed from the woods for the lodge of the Queen’s kinsmen.

“Princess,” Brad spoke up from his horse.

“Mm?” Cindy glanced at him.

“You’ve got a little--” Brad gestured at his mouth and chin. 

“Oh!” Cindy wiped away boar’s blood from her face with her kerchief, “Thank you, Captain.”

A long pause passed between them. Brad glanced back at the prince, who was staring blankly into the middle distance from his horse before looking back at Cindy.

“The blood doesn’t frighten you?” Brad said at last.

“Not really,” Cindy shrugged, “My stepfamily couldn’t stand the butcher in our village, so they usually made me get any meat from him. His wife made some wonderful black pudding.” 

“It’s just, earlier you seemed very concerned about killing---”

“Oh, well I know where meat comes from. I just imagine hunting is very time-sensitive, and I would hate if everyone were hunting, and then suddenly it was up to me, but then at the worst possible moment I would--” she mimicked herself stiffening up in her saddle with a stunned look on her face, “And I would let everyone down. You know?” 

“I... think so...?” Brad said slowly. 

Cindy leaned a little closer to Brad in her saddle and lowered her voice slightly, “You don’t think it would be too presumptuous to ask to be in the kitchens when they’re prepping it, do you? I’ve been wanting to see how they season things here since we first arrived” she suddenly perked up, “Oh! Do you think they’ll let me use the sausage grinder?” 

“I’m sure we can ask, highness,” said Brad, somehow feeling just as worn out by this conversation as if he had actually been on the hunt.