#poor Rattie

[chvvva]

how to be a master detective: take care of your employees

[mossytrashcan]

Sunday sketch dump

[gophergal]

Finally fucking finished filling up my sketchbook. It's taken just shy of a year so uh-

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS. NEW ASK GAME

SEND ME A 📕 TO SEE A RANDOM PAGE FROM THE SKETCHBOOK

[cyberrose2001]

thinking of human chubby ratchet..and that he wouldn't like tight clothes,he would only use ones at important occasions as a ceremony, wedding and that stuff and when he is back home he immediately takes it off, I agree on the headcanon that he would starve himself for the others,but I think when he's human and tastes human food for the first time,he would act like he is in denial but he isn't. And yet he wouldn't eat that much so..let's just say this is just how he's holoform is..? What u think,any ideas?

a ratchet who is self conscious of his chubby figure? sign me the fuck up. I’ll falcon punch the insecurities out of him.

But yeah despite holoform Ratchet actually needing food to survive, and the fact that human food is more common and bountiful than energon, it would still take Ratchet a while to get used to not having to starve himself for others. And I think that’s so sad :(

[fbwzoo]

Cecil visited the ball fairy today!! 😂 His surgery went well and he's been grooming himself a bit in the crate on his way home. We have a little hospital cage set up with fleece for the next few days while he heals up. It'll be a few weeks yet, to make sure he no longer has viable sperm, but then we'll introduce Maven & Zucchini to be his new buddies!!

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Me, staring out my window at the pair of Egyptian Geese who have invaded my complex:

[a-place-to-come-back-to]

For the goodbye prompts! Either 6 for the dad trio or 10 for ratty and mole (whichever one takes your fancy!)

I went with 10 “I’ll see you when I get back”

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“Alright, I think that’s the last of it,” Mole said after double checking his bag for the umpteenth time. Ratty stood off to the side, looking slightly forlorn. He’d been acting strangely for the past few days and Mole was hesitant to leave when his friend was in such a mood, but his mothers had been fussing at him to visit for weeks, and there were a few forgotten knick-knacks that he’d left in his burrow that he wished to retrieve. He even (albeit, quite begrudgingly) planned to tidy the place up a bit—not finishing the spring cleaning he started a year ago, but simply making the place more welcoming for guests. The visit in the winter had reminded him of too many cleaning supplies strewn about the place in a way that made him a bit embarrassed for Ratty to see where he had lived.

“I guess this is goodbye, then,” Ratty said. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and there was a defined slump in his shoulders.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” Mole offered. Ratty blinked a few times.

“When you get back?”

A huff of a laugh escaped Mole. “What, you didn’t think I was leaving forever, did you?”

Ratty laughed in a forced, sheepish way that showed exactly what he had been thinking.

“No, of course not,” he said, rubbing behind his ear self-consciously. “I didn’t—no, of course I didn’t think that. Have fun.”

Mole hesitated only a moment before he stepped forward and gave Ratty a hug that was readily returned.

“You silly animal,” he scolded, unable to keep a laugh out of his voice. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, for a good long while.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that,” Ratty said, so quietly that Mole wasn’t sure if he was supposed to have heard it. He gave his friend a squeeze and pulled back to grab his bag.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks,” he said firmly. Ratty nodded, finally looking at ease for the first time in almost a week. 

“Yeah. See you when you get back.”

“I’ll see you then.”

[cainite-bite]

it really gets me seeing people poking fun of the reboot Dante for “looking poor” when its like... first of all congratulations for catching on to exactly what the designers were trying to convey (here, have a gold star)

but also why are we out here for making fun of how poor people look? do you have nothing better to do? you that miserable about yourself that you have to do that?

[the-withering-system]

My rat keeps sneezing poor boy has a colddd 🥺😔

[matoitech]

went looking for a new sleep shirt cuz  i smell like shit (hormone) and found a promare shirt i SOMEHOW FORGOT I HAD in my pajama drawer. just totally shocked i forgot abt it. i had to start using it as a sleep shirt bcuz i wore it so much i rubbed a lot of the middle of the text off so it looks like its a decade old and its only like 3.. ish yrs old or something

[corbinite]

(And specifically the rich parts of LA and San Francisco at that)

"this is a universal queer experience"

> ask if it's "universal" or California USA

"it's a good experience dude"

> I'm a trans woman

> it's California USA

[6mayhem]

why can't i ever be obsessed with and idolize fictional characters with swag like a billionaire athlete why is it always poor drug addicted transgender allegory faggots with severe mental issues

[aromantic-pantyanarchy]

It's me. I'm the cis, heterosexual, aromantic man. I will never marry, I will never be married, I will grow into middle age and elder age and I will die unmarried. I will be forced to support a household of myself on only my wages alone for the rest of my life. I will be asked about women and marriage and children by my family for the rest of my life (or men, the progressive ones might say). I may not ever come out to them. I feel like I burned my coming out on something stupid. I don't want to explain it. I don't want to run them through the definitions and intricacies. I don't want the acceptance without understanding, placating me with ceased questions and poor explanations to other, drunk adults.

I like my hair to be long, I spent a year with it dyed a golden blonde with dark roots because I like the trashy party girl aesthetic. I want to dye it again with pink tips. I like painting my nails, black and blue are my favorite colors. I like wearing chokers. I also like wearing baggy jeans and ratty hoodies. I like having stubble. I like having chest hair. I like having a square jaw and broad shoulders. I wish I had a flatter stomach and a thinner profile frame. I don't know what this makes me, perhaps this is something no more GNC than Machine Gun Kelly. I think about this a lot, how queer my appearance truly is. I should think about it less. I have thought long and hard about if I could be trans or if I could be non-binary or if I could be genderqueer and the conclusion I ultimately came to is that I most enjoy being a man open to whatever self-expression I want.

I don't date, but I've thought about it. I would like to meet people, and I would like to have sex with them. But I don't want to hurt them. I fear if I explain what I am beforehand it'll scare them away. I fear if I explain after they'll feel manipulated or abused. I don't know how many people in the dating scene want what I want. I fear my own lack of experience will make me a bad lay, an embarrassing story to tell to confidants in hindsight. I fear my own virginity, a boundary to those I wish to be like. All of these fears are baseless, as I've not been able to even begin a single relationship in my life. Despite this I still heavily identify with terms like "slut" and "manwhore" and "thot" because my interests lay so deeply within casual sex, sex without great intimacy or emotion. This may be some form of stolen valor. I hope the true sluts are not too mad at me.

I made this blog several years ago because a mutual of mine reblogged memes making fun of aro and ace people, making fun of the concept of aphobia, and in addition well known aphobes. I didn't feel comfortable talking about aro stuff on my main blog, for as little as I talk about it. Living through the ace discourse of the 2016 era has largely caused me to cringe in embarrassment any time I am forced to discuss my orientation with people who aren't aro or ace themselves. I no longer follow this person. I unfollowed many people I was mutuals with from that time, most of them because they posted too often about how much they hated men and I didn't want to see that, some because our interests simply drifted too far apart, only one for explicit aphobia reasons. (Also one because they became a "both sides are bad, any vote is wasted" libertarian, but that's unrelated.)

I guess at this point I don't care deeply about what strangers on the internet think of me. If a trusted friend told me that they don't think I'm truly queer that may hurt. But I am going to continue to use the word for myself. I take up no resources. I go to events that are open to me. If an event was not open to me, I think I'd not want to go anyways. I am not a hypothetical, I am not a strawman, I am a person with lived experiences both within and exterior to the queer community. If you hate me, I will permit you to continue to do so. But ultimately, I am who I am, I cannot change these facts, and I would not choose to do so even if I could.

[jelreth]

kind of want to watch american psycho for the first time. might have a can of peaches.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

[starkeyisthelastname]

I NEEED more trailer park!rafe and breeding kink

he loves to cum inside his baby 💖😵‍💫

You were a babbling mess as Rafe pounded into your sweet hole at a brutal pace. The run down trailer almost felt as if it was rocking with the way his hips were smacking into yours. He had your knees pinned back towards your chest, nearly folding you in half as he made you take him.

“Turning into such a good little fuckdoll for me. Ain’t ya sugar?” He breathed out heavily, watching those pretty tits bounce with each thrust he have your drooling cunt. One hand came from holding your knee to grip your chin roughly, his blue eyes now on your beautiful face. “Don’t go dumb now baby. Let me fuckin’ hear you.” His voice rasped out as your long lashes fluttered up at him.

Your sugary voice could barely get anything out other than “So-big… fuck me.. fuck me..” It almost made Rafe laugh at how he had started to slowly start getting you to say naughty words without even telling you too. You were becoming such his pretty corrupted slut that he wanted to keep filling and teaching his dirty trashy ways too. You sounded like a goddamn broken record of sweet cries and it only riled him up more.

His hand that still rested on your chin came down to wrap around your small throat to make you let out a squeak. “Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ fill this sweet cunt up, if you keep squeezing me like that.” He gritted out as your pussy kept wrapping around him in a way where he wouldn’t last long. His huge frame fucked you into the ratty mattress, your poor delicate hands holding onto him the best you could as your orgasm hit before you could even announce it.

That’s all it took for him to start painting your insides white and with no shame as he filled you with his trailer park babies. A dirty smirk ran across his handsome face, his rough hand giving your throat a firm squeeze so that you looked at him. You watched with heavy eyes as he slowly pulled out of your leaking hole, before his other hand came down from your knee to shove two fingers inside you. “Keep your fuckin’ legs up pretty princess. I ain’t wasting a drop of this shit.” He mumbled, making sure to stuff his seed back in you.