#rat dad au

[rabiesram]

dad flinky dad flinky

[fnafsbheadcanon]

I was looking through some unfinished art on my computer, and I found an unfished piece of art that I was making of your Rat Dad AU back last year.

So rather than deleting it, I'm just giving you what was made.

This was an art of the corrupted trio messing around in Burntrap's hideout when they weren't trying to catch Gregory.

Poor Vanny.

Oh my goodness this amazing thank o

[the-rat-dad-au-fan-story]

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - (Part 8)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

(Chuck goes to a baby crib opens it up, puts the tiny animatronic in there, ties him up with the seat belt and closes the crib.) Chuck: Now this thing woudn't be a promblem. (Then the group goes through the vent and they get out next to a security office.) Gregory: Look a security office! Maybe we can find another Security Badge! (Gregory enters the security office.) Gregory: Ok… where can that bagde be? (Gregory finds a box shaped like Glamrock Freddy head and opens it and finds a Security Badge.) Gregory: Bingo! Hey guys I found a Security Badge! Chuck: That's great Gregory. FW Pizzacam: Chuck? Chuck? Chuck: What is it Pizzacam? FW Pizzacam: Someone is trying to sound a alarm in the area that you guys are in. I'm trying to block the alarm but I don't think I can do this for long. So you guys better move! Chuck: OH! Ok! Comeone guys let's move! (Chuck's group starts to move. They go through a door to the Priza Counter. Walking around they pass a glass dome that shows the Lobby down stairs. And after moving a little more they find…) Gregory: THE FIRE EXIT! (Gregory tries to open the fire exit… but…) Gregory: IT'S LOCKED?!?! Chuck: OH COME ONE! WHY WOULD THEY LOCK A FIRE EXIT!… this can't get any wor- FW Sun: Chuck? Can you hear me? Chuck: Sun? How are things with you guys? Found a exit yet? FW Sun: Well… first the good news we found a Security Badge down here! Chuck: The bad news? FW Sun: … someone raise the main loading dock security… we can't open it. Chuck: Great… the two exits that we found are locked… King: What now? FW Sun: We should all meet up in the Pizza Time Theater and discuss a new plan there. Chuck: Good idea. We meet you guys there. Gregory: Great… now I problaby need to survive… around 5 hours. Munch: Hey… look at the bright side… it could be in a wor- (Then a alarm was set off.) Intercom: Emergency lockdown activated! Munch: … Really… Chuck: COMEONE WE NEED TO LEAVE! (The group then tries to leave the Prize Counter.) Chuck: WAIT! Gregory: What is it?! Chuck: I can hear someone coming! From that way! Munch: But that the way we came from! How are we suppost to leave then? Chuck: I don't know! Gregory: GUYS LOOK A ELEVATOR! Let's can use it to escape! (Then the group enters the elevator. The doors close and they go down. Then Vannesa kicks the door open to the Prize Counter with Roxy and Monty behind her.) Vannesa: Finally got you! You little bra- (Vannesa then hears the elevator going down.) Vannesa: …YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! (Vannesa throws her flashlight into the ground breaking it. We can see that Roxy is suprised by the sudden outburst, while Monty just raises his glasses and looks down at the broken flashligh.) Chuck: … That was close… Gregory: So… where to go now? Chuck: We first need to see where the elevator will takes first. (The elevators moves down to the Lobby… but it doesn't stop. It goes down and down. Until he stops. Chuck group gets out and they find theyselves in a dark area…) King: What is this place? Chuck: I don't know… It looks like a giant storage room. (Then from the darkness a voice can be heard.) ???: Well, well, well, look who it is!

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - Complete Next Chapter - Chapter 4 - The ghosts of the past.

(Author notes: I actually think this is my weaks chapter yet... Because this part of the game after the Daycare and before being kidnapped by Vannesa is so boring and forgettable!! Side note: I tried to put Eclipse in this story but after many hours the idea was scrapped.)

[r0tting-rat]

"Too much?"

A little gift for @/ping-ski, who is driving me absolutely mad with their Sugar Daddy!Eclipse to the point I couldn't help but to write down a short drabble. Some details below for those who aren't familiar with their wonderful au (GO CHECK IT OUT RN PLEASE IT'S WORTH IT)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Eclipse (by @ping-ski) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Suggestive, use of alcohol/reader is tipsy. Also, sorry Pingu, he might be a bit ooc! I wasn't sure how flirty I could make him Words: 1200+ Summary: It's the winder holidays, and you just came home after a long evening spent with your dear beloved. Additional tags: Established relationship, Eclipse is a wonderful father, the kid's name is Atlas.

The weather outside is frigid, wind is howling against the tall windows, but the inside of Eclipse's house is warm and inviting. You've just come home after a very long evening with your beloved, an evening that left you feeling elated and giddy like a highschooler—a time of your life that you have long left behind, even though your cheeks still have the habit of warming up whenever your robotic lover looks your way and your stomach flutters at each time you kiss. You have waved goodbye to Esther, Atlas' nanny, just a few minutes before, and she has assured you that the little boy has been fast asleep for a few hours already. You don't miss how Eclipse smiles when she tells him how the boy asked for his "papa" before falling asleep.

"I'll cook him his favourite breakfast tomorrow," he says, more to himself than to you or Esther, "As an apology for my tardiness."

The house is silent, Atlas is soundly sleeping, and you have drunk a little more than usual at the restaurant. For no real reason! It was just a very good wine: fruity, amazingly aged, heavy on the tongue and warm in the gullet. You can still feel it when you swallow down the bile forming in the back of your throat—which is a lot, considering you have stared at Eclipse for the entire ride home, lost in the thought of kissing him as soon as his face turned your way.

You sigh as you step into your shared house, not worried about waking Atlas with the sound of your shoes on the marbled floor thanks to the good soundproofing of the rooms, and you decide to go sit on the couch to rest your tired feet. You and Eclipse had decided to take a walk around the city centre after leaving the restaurant, simply to enjoy the Christmas decorations that have been put up in every corner of the city, and before you knew it you were about to collapse. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drop on the soft cushions of the couch, but a cold hand catches you by the waist before you can truly be enveloped by the rich fabrics. Unsurprised, you open your eyes just to find an amused Eclipse staring right back down at you, half-lidded eyes and soft silicone lips extremely close to your flushed face—blush still caused by the alcohol, mind you—he chuckles, and the flush deepens just enough to reach your neck and chest. Eclipse's eyes travel down a moment to follow it as it spreads like ink on your soft skin, and you pretend not to notice that he never really goes back to look you in the eyes, stopping instead on your lips.

"How about a dance?" he asks, out of the blue, and you giggle.

"Dancing with no music? How romantic, Eclipse," you say, before realizing he's completely serious.

The animatronic hums, and immediately his grip on your waist strengthens, and that's your only warning before he pulls you back on your feet to sweep you into a mind-twisting dance. You don't understand where he's taking you, you don't understand what's around you, all you know is that one of his hands is holding one of yours, while the other is placed on the small of your back. You dance in the middle of the large living room, feeling wine-red clouds crowding your mind and your sight slightly unfocusing, and you couldn't be happier.

You don't even have to actually do anything; Eclipse has a firm hold on you, and he's always careful not to spin you too fast, in case it could upset your stomach. All you have to do is let yourself go—one hand on one of his upper arms, one of his shoulder—and allow him to manhandle you into beautiful twirls and languid strides. You rest your head on his warm chest, hearing his inner gears and pistons at work, and the world around you is so hazy you might forget it exists. You sigh and think that maybe that's actually all you need in life: a cold evening, a warm embrace, some soothing wine, and Eclipse's love.

The dance stops after just 5 minutes—which feel like hours to you—and you and your partner simply stand one in the other's arms, like two lovers painted by Klimt, sharing the same passion, familiarity, and devotion. Except, differently from Klimt's picture, your beloved is holding you with four arms instead of two.

"How do you feel?" asks Eclipse after a long pause, and the only answer you can manage to utter is a murmur, "I didn't hear you, my dearest."

"Amazingly," you finally say, groggily looking up at him, "I wanna kiss you."

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he grins, "But how do you plan to enact it? Can you even reach my face?"

He laughs, and, a little offended, you do kiss him. You stand on your tippy toes, you crane your neck, and kiss his jaw; the only spot your lips can reach, but it's enough to make him stop and look down at you, surprised that you actually took the lead.

"Wanna try again, love?" he teases, having already recovered from your kiss, leaning down a little, "Or do I need to pick you up?"

His laugh is mocking, and once more you consider showing him what you're actually capable of—should you climb him like a tree? The idea is tempting—until you stop and actually think about his words.

"Yes," you say, parting from him just to look at his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I do, actually."

Eclipse stops laughing, then hums, growing more amused by the second.

"Okay."

In less than a second you're hoisted up between his bulky arms, legs on either side of his hips, face right in front of his, and your arms thrown over his shoulders.

"Much better," you smile sweetly at him, slowly letting your hands wander to the back of his head, then to his bottom rays, which you caress with a lot of care, and lastly to his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my doll," he sing-songs, not really noticing what you're doing with your fingers until his tie comes undone on his chest and his elegant button-up opens, letting the vents placed on the side of his chest breathe in fresh air. He looks down, seeing your fingers tracing his torso while unbuttoning his shirt, and his black and golden optics widen with interest. It's your turn to grin.

"Too much?" you ask, and Eclipse begins to make a rumbling sound with his voicebox, a sound that reminds you of a purr, deep and warm when it resonates with your chest and stomach.

"Not enough," he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, toying with your breath with the way you're holding it back, afraid he could sense through it exactly how much you craved him. His voice is low, dangerous, and you feel it vibrate in the depths of your mind when he speaks. "Not nearly enough, not in any way, my doll. Let me kiss you properly this time, will you?"

You all should thank @hexcii cuz I started writing this drabble during one of our simping sessions (we take turns rambling and yapping about the dca) and yea. we both got the i'm-gay-for-robots virus.

[hasello]

more Franklin shenanigans!

I saw that cover and I just had to lmao (I loved that book as a kid tho)

Also, here is how Raph broke his arm.

[revitalizationrat]

Boom baby! I bet you forgot I have my own Shredder and Karai for ReviSplinter au >:3

I don't know when I'll introduce them to the story, but I can't wait bc it's gonna be funny lmao

Here, the very first sketches of them I did

[cod-dump]

random question but what other animals do u think teen!simon would have tried to sneak into the house ? like from smth tiny like a lizard maybe too a raccoon or a coyote trying and failing to convince nik and price that the raccoon is simply a stray cat with with hands and coyote is a stray dog that totally isnt trying to eat him

(thought of this since i saw a woman on tiktok who aparently accidentally took care of a whole ass bobcat kitten thinking it was a cat 😭)

Rats. He has brought home four different rats. Three were from pet shops and one was a wild rat he befriended. He stole the rats from the pet shop proudly (they were rehomed after a long talk from John). They don’t live where there’s coyotes, thankfully, or Simon would have certainly set out to befriend a pack or get hurt trying. Getting Riley had halted his shenanigans… for a moment. He still got Small Fry (courtesy of Nik), which means John still has worry about random animals showing up at the house. Unfortunately Simon is roping in Kyle and Farah and Nik has never been much help with that.

[gotticalavera]

FiddleStan Triplets AU

[Stan doing Dolly's hair for her ballet class]

Dolly: Pappa, how do you know how to comb hair so well?

Stan: I don't know, gremlin. It's something I learned a long time ago.

Dolly: Did you go to ballet classes!?

Stan: Why such a correct assumption?

Dolly: You confirmed it!

Stan: Wow! You're smart, gremlin!

Dolly: What was your favorite presentation?

Stan: I don't know, I don't remember that time much.

Dolly: Oh!... So you didn't like going to ballet?

Stan: It wasn't something I was excited about.

Dolly: But, don't you like me doing ballet?

Stan: It's different, sweetie. You like ballet, and if you like it, I'm happy that you do something you like.

Dolly: ...

Stan: But I remember, I wanted to be a rat in a presentation.

Dolly: That's the nutcracker!!!

Stan: Oh, is that the name? I wanted to be a rat, but I ended up being a candy fairy or something.

Dolly: Too bad! You would have made a great rat-... No, pappa, you would have made a great rat king!!

Stan: So the Rat King, huh?

Dolly: Yes, the best Rat King!

[fishyvamp]

Imagine a Fae!Executioner, he's not one of those Faeries to go around and catch prey with honeyed words. No, he did that long ago when the way human's lived were so simple, no the way he hunted, the way he fed, it was on guilt. To him there was no meal more tasty then the guilt of a man who's lost it all, who has nothing left to give other then the shirt on his back the life he has left to live. Imagine he's a debt Collector for the largest bookie in town. What better source of guilt then those who bet their lives away. Their money, their home, their job, it's all gone because of an addiction. He's a Fae of very little words offering his prey two choices, their life, in the literal sense, he could feast on their flesh and satisfy his own hunger or... He can own them they'd get their lives back three-fold and on an undisclosed date at undisclosed time he'd collect.

What he'd want would change with the prey, but mostly he'd take their most valuable item. Which is why he met you, living in the woods on the outskirts of town. A shelter cobbled together with logs, leaves, moss, and muds yet so heavily guarded that the Executioner could not cross the threshold without permission. Others came to find you none of them possessing the same patience as he did. His blade sinking into the ground as he settled in watching you work over a heavy iron caldron. It smelled good even if it was tainted by that nasty metal. He could feel your icy cold glare. Honestly it wasn't even your debt he was here for, it was your father's a man now dying with not much left save for his eldest child. Firstborns were valuable enough, but the firstborn of a witch?

The Entity was more than eager to collect. "What do they call you?" You gruff out pouring yourself a bowl of chunky stew. The aroma wafting around the forest. The executioner's steel frame turning to face you his body decorated in loose pelts, tree roots, and moss. You were certain that there was an even more feral face underneath. Maybe something gnarled and twisted. "You have to leave eventually." His voice echoed against the helmet.

You roll your eyes eating your stew. "I've got a garden, this pot will last me one maybe two weeks. You'll grow bored and impatient and when you do I'll collect some meat and scurry right back."

"Like a rat." He offers.

You smirk at the thought, "Yeah like a rat."

The Fae growls behind his helmet. Trying to figure out the bait that would draw you out. According to that roach of fae Ghostface he thinks that's the name on The Entity's payroll. The Fae of many faces hiding in every nook and cranny, watching every move anyone could make. He informed the large beast of a man about how you were abandoned by your mother, left in your father's care, a broken home with a drunk of man who barely taught you enough witchcraft to protect yourself from predators. Your fate predetermined before you were even grown. A child promised away to predators.

You had been on your own since your father had fallen ill, defending yourself from predators vying to collect your father's pound of flesh. The day passing on as you continued your daily rituals strengthening the wards of your homely dwelling. It was impressive to think they had been clawing at your door for the last... What was it four, five years? A blink in the eyes of the Fae, but long enough that others would starve trying to wait you out.

"You could ask for a deal." Fae!Executioner hummed finally breaking the silence on the fifth day. You look rising to your feet after crawling out of your shelter. You eye him wearily, "why I do that?" Your words coming out a scoff folding your arms.

You have every right to distrust him, every right to wish him ill will. He held your string the only thing saving you was some rather impressive haphazard sigils. The Entity stole your ancestral home, your family, your safety, and even your life. You have every reason to try and wait even him out, but what kind of life are you actually living by waiting him out. "She owes me, I can claim—"

You cut him off, "Now why would I want that? I don't want to be owned period." You hiss waving him off to go back to stirring the pot. "You'd own yourself." He mused. The vagueness of the statement made you wary, but you couldn't help but show the tiniest hint of interest. There's the catch, "I will of course own your life officially, but you'd have whatever freedom you crave. However you will have to do as I say when I ask of it."

There it is... There's the catch, you grumble to yourself. Looking the beast of a man up and down. "I'll even return your ancestral home." He rumbled voice like booming thunder. You stopped what you were doing, rising to your feet you held out your hand just outside the barrier. "Deal." You growl watching as Fae!Executioner rise to his full height the beast even taller then you realized, his hand dwarfing yours as the world around you warps and twist; legs buckling beneath you until your back in a familiar garden.

Panting heavily you fall to your hands and knees, taking a minute to breathe feeling something new and heavy in chest like an anchor weighing you down. Glowing chain of light binding you to the Fae before you. You rise shakily to your feet the Fae not even bothering to help you as he reaches the front door. You take in the rundown surroundings. The Fae monsters who had possession clearly not caring enough to upkeep. It hurt for some reason generations and generations of witches having lived here raising families and adding to the magic.

The Fae salivating to feast on the magic that lived here and yet... "She's starved," you whisper touching the banister of the veranda. The paint chipped, wood rotting. The magic that had cradled generations of your family was dying.

"fix her up, bring your family name back to glory, make you worth owning." He growled crowding into your space you could see the shimmer of his form splintering, the first time you had gotten a good look noticing the pelts on his body was his actual fur multicolored and bristling. You open the door smelling the mold and rot. The feeling almost overwhelming as you list everything that needed to be repaired. You turn back around to bark at him to leave, but he's gone. The new deal struck; your fingers subconsciously gripping the chain. You'll make sure he regrets the deal he made. You'll make every single Fae who dared to tear your family apart regret ever crossing you. You wondered if you could get ahold of that Fae hunter your dad once knew, you were always friendly with his son.

[scatterbrainedbot]

here have a wip of a rat sons comic that i keep tearing up about while writing

(feat. tortoise papa splinter and his rat baby leonardo)

[aychama]

How would the Rat dad feel about Lamb and Nari's relationship? (Different Anon)

Conflicted. He doesnt want Lambert to be with Narinder, someone that he is always cleaning the mess of. The secret group he is a part of cannot rise against the kings so they do what they can and help the civillians.

Ratau knows that Lambert is in love with Narinder even tho they keep denying it. He knows it will end in tragedy so he tries to steer them away from him. Sometimess it works sometimes it doesnt.

Lambert has more power than Ratau so even though he is their teacher, he cant fully control them.

He is witnessing a love tragedy happening in front of him and he can't do anything to stop it.

[rabiesram]

from our family to yours

[fnafsbheadcanon]

So by that logic that Rat Dad AU fanfic is also “canon”?

Yeah I like that idea. It's fun

[the-rat-dad-au-fan-story]

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - (Part 7)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

(So the squad split ups. Sun, Helen, Pasqually and Jasper whent down stairs to go to the main loading dock to look for a exit. While Chuck, Gregory, Munch and King whent to El Chip's to go to the Prize Counter to look for the fire exit.) Chuck: Well… Sun was right… the gate is jammed. (Chuck's group look at the gate to El Chip's) Chuck: Munch, King can you two lift this thing? Munch: We can try. (Munch and King use their strength to open the gate. Chuck and Gregory both enter and Munch and King pass to the other side and they close the gate.) Chuck: Good job you two! Munch: Thanks! King: Well thanks Big C. (Then the group looks around.) Munch: Oooo! Mexican food. Chuck: I guess Fabear's really likes to have a big menu… (The groups then starts to go through El Chips's.) Chuck: According to the map… We need to go through this gates to go to the East Arcade to go to the Prize Counter. King: Why does this place need so many gates? Chuck: I have no idea… (The groups then goes through the gates and arrive at the East Arcade.) Gregory: Oh no. Roxy is in here! Chuck: Let's stay quiet and try not to make too many noises. (Chuck's group then sneaks through the arcade trying to find a way to the Priza Counter… until.) Roxy: You can't outrun me! Gregory: OH NO! (Roxy then runs strait to Gregory… but she hits something fuzzy… and purple. She steps back and looks up to see Munch.) Munch: No you don't. Roxy with fear: D-D-Don't b-b-be s-s-scar- (Roxy then runs from fear.) Munch: … I am really that scary??? Gregory: No… Chuck: I don't think they ever seen a monster animatronic before… So I think they may be afraid of you. Munch: The Staff Bots or Sun aren't afraid of me. Chuck: Maybe only Chica and Roxy are afraid of you. Gregory: I'm not complaining! That just makes my survival less hard! Munch: … Gregory: You did say to look at the bright side. Munch: (Laughs) You right kid. (With Roxy gone the group can explor the arcade without worry. Then they find another gate.) Gregory: Locked again? Why does a pizza place need so much security? Chuck: At this point this is just stupid. (Then Gregory looks around and finds a open air vent.) Gregory: Look! There a open vent. We can use this has another way in. Chuck: You think it will work? Gregory: The last vent I went through worked. (Gregory enters the vent.) Munch: Why are the vents in this place so big? King: Don't ask me. (While Gregory crawls a little to see where the vent goes to. A small wind up animatronic toy drops and starts to chase Gregory.) Gregory: OH COMEONE! Chuck: NO YOU DON'T (Chuck grabs the tiny animatronic and takes him out of the vent.) Chuck: What are you anyway? (The tiny animatronic bites Chuck finger.) Chuck: OUCH! …You know what I don't had the time to deal with you.

[shellycloverart]

yound dad splinter !! my version of splinter became a dad in his 30's he is teaching himself how to use the nunchucks for his babies TOT

[hasello]

TW: BLOOD, INJURIES, SELF-HARM

first/previous/next

…that?

The self-harm is more accidental I’d say, but it’s still what it is. By this I mean that: Lee wouldn’t hurt himself on purpose, although he also doesn’t mind when the world does it for him. His only sin is that he doesn’t stop it.

Also I’m sorry if it seems unnecessarily bloody but at this point I’m just using this comic as a punching bag - to get rid of some tension. My head is a mess lately.