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[foolscapper]

Roll around in your favorite trash!

[pinkmoonmp3]

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[mimiruku]

IT ALREADY HAPPENED AND YOU KNOW IT !!! @dreamieparadise

[thrucrax]

working on OCs (space OCs....my sci-fi has been lacking), dogsitting, and hopefully finish readong ballad of songbird and snakes. hope everyones thursday is being humpilicuous

[fictionkinfessions]

Canon pets... I'm going to consider the prison rats my very temporary pets. They were still the best accompaniment I've ever had, 11/10 would make a silly prison song with spoons and them again. Very rude of Geralt to interrupt our rehearsal >:( /j -Jaskier

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[asinglesock]

wake up early in the morning so you can listen to the rats in the walls <3

[brassandblue]

Send ☠ to see my muse kill somebody. ~ For Goodsir

Harry stared at the blood on his hands—warm, sticky, copper-smelling and quickly drying and coagulating over his skin. Blood and viscera on his hands was not in itself an unusual sight—he was a surgeon after all, and a distant part of him seemed to scoff and give a piteous sigh as he fell to his knees and choked back the bile in his throat.

* * *

Harry had grown ever more suspicious of Mr. Hickey and his little meetings, had made the mistake of following him one night as he appeared to follow another one of the crew who’d gone off to relieve himself.

He hadn’t been able to save the other man. Hadn’t reached him in time.

Hickey had tried to give excuses, but Harry... Harry had grown terribly weary of such things. His long suffering patience had all but dried up. And he had no love for a man who would murder another for sport or worse, for sport and for food.

A scuffle had broken out and while Harry had been stabbed in the shoulder, he knew it would not be fatal. But something, at that moment, seemed to push him over the edge, caused a meticulously taut string to violently snap.

It wasn’t the pain that pushed Harry over the brink, no. It had been the smug little smirk of triumph on the man’s face when he twisted the knife and Harry cried out. It was that lustful glee in the man’s eyes, he was like a rat thinking it had mounted a fresh carcass and had every intent in its tiny little feral brain of gorging itself on ill-gotten meats carved with a dull ship knife.

While Hickey had a dulled knife, however, Harry had a surgeon’s blade, a scalpel; and unlike Mr. Cornelius Hickey, Harry knew exactly where and how to put it.

Hickey had not counted on Harry drawing out the scalpel from his apron, nor had he expected such a movement to be so swift and without hesitation. Harry aimed right for the man’s exposed neck—or more specifically, for the vital arteries confined within it.

The look of shock and the gurgling sound was instantaneous as Hickey’s instincts switched from ‘fight’ to simply ‘survive’. He stopped trying to stab Harry, even tried to shove him away; his whole body’s language shifted immediately to defend himself, to stumble away.

Harry would not let him. In a fit of anguish and rage, the great basin of all the misery and pain that had befallen himself and these men poured from Harry’s heart like a torrent of poisoned fire. He held on to Hickey, gritted his teeth and forcibly drove the blade deeper into the wretched man’s neck, causing more gurgling from Hickey and a torrent of blood to rush from his wounded throat and up from his mouth.

The two men staggered and Harry at last withdrew the scalpel, an instrument he had hoped he would learn to use in order to heal, now drenched in the blood of someone he had purposefully killed.

Hickey fell to the rocky ground and twitched, rolled, tried to staunch the bleeding and for all intents and purposes making a pathetic mess of himself as he bled out. The smirk on his face had long since vanished, replaced now with utter confusion and fear as he reached out to Dr. Goodsir to help save his life.

But it was in vain, as Mr. Harry Goodsir watched this writhing and piteous creature, and did nothing.

* * *

Now on the ground himself, having cast the scapel aside, Harry curled in on himself and wept.

[musesofthesun]

hey yui. how u feel about mice/rats/rodents.

huh... rats? yui doesn't really think about them much. she doesn't see them often since (she assumes) they have very important mouse and rat business to take care of in the corners of the streets and in alleys. sometimes she finds them in dumpsters when she's looking for treasures.

"they're cute. i don't really see them much, but i bet they're soft and fuzzy after they get baths. it would be nice to hold one. i'd like to hold one of every small animal at least once!"

[keddwario]

Aww! The baby has Dumbo ears!

[haveyoumetmythief]

Me: It is Perfectly Normal to struggle while doing visual tasks in the dark, and fumbling while plugging in my phone is a neutral act. It has been over a decade, can you please just-

The Thing Inside My Brain:

[surskip]

my favourite rat video

[fictionkinfessions]

Hah! Here I am to talk about myself again!

I was absolutely a transman (I am now too!)

It really did hurt that I, who wouldn’t hurt a fly, was thought of as malicious and manipulative when I never asked for the miracle to begin with.

Delores my sweet sweet sister was so kind to me. She would knock on the walls to let me know ow she was there when she could hear me. She would leave fresh Concha out for me that my other sister, Julieta made. This was usually because I was a bit malnourished in the wall. Of course Delores never told her that they were for me- and I appreciate that.

I can’t and don’t blame the younger kids- hate breeds hate and it’s all they knew about me from what parents and the village said.

So! Let’s break down that fucking song!

“Bruno says, "It looks like rain"

Why did he tell us?

In doing so, he floods my brain”

So first of all that was just me commenting on how nervous she looked because I have no damn pain to mouth filter. Nothing “mischievous” just adhd.

“Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling.I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling. I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch. It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling. Always left Abuela and the family fumbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand”

So not canon for me the first part- she never feared me. At least not that she said? The rest is very accurate, and she’s really the only one who I see the affects on me.

“A seven-foot frame.Rats along his back.When he calls your name.It all fades to black. Yeah, he sees your dreams.And feasts on your screams”

Couple things here. 1) I was 5 foot 8. 2) I like how they mention the rats I kept as pets because I couldn’t stand the idea of them being killed for just being rats, then in the next breath say I feast on screams.

He told me my fish would dieThe next day: dead! (No, no!)He told me I'd grow a gut!And just like he said... (no, no!)He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head

1) that fish was in a tiny bowl and was over fed. No prophecy just observation. 2) He was a binge eater, again just an observation. 3) every man in his family was bald so…

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine

She was 5! And this one isn’t even bad!

He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach. Betrothed to another

Not canon for me she was a lesbian

That’s it for now! -Bruno Madrigal 🐀🪇

klp

[blackcur-rants]

You know, I think you can actually interpret Odysseus as having ADHD. The impulsivity, the stubborn focus on a single goal while still getting distracted by so many piddling little goals, the deep loyalty to the people he cares about while holding complete and utter contempt for those who hurt or wrong them, the intense depressive episodes when he feels like he’s failed his crew and his family (especially when he’s stuck with Calypso on Ogygia)…there’s a reason I like to make a comparison between Odysseus and Luz. And yes, that includes Amity being Penelope and Manny being Anticleia and Camila being Laertes.

@lady-asteria @disregardcanon @dachi-chan25 @cynicalclassicist @carcosa-commune

I will never understand how Odysseus has all the braincells while also having none of them at the same exact time. He is an amazing war general and is insanely smart but has the attention span of a rat fuelled by the need to cause chaos simply because he is bored. He can't listen to one thing while getting distracted by the thing he was specifically told not to touch.

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

is this the adventure you were looking for

[bthemistake]

'Life in the hands of Helio'

Warning for graphic description of gore + injury below

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[Image Description:

With his throat slit, blood bubbling up into his mouth and soaking into his white collared shirt, Buddy Dawn struggles in the arms of Kristen Applebee's. His eyes are wide, unseeing, and hands come up to try and grasp onto Kristen as some kind of anchor, mutedly pleading for help.

Kristen's hand hovers above his throat, unable to help him with his death all but promised by his own party leader, Kipperlilly, and her god too far out of reach. She is panicked and resigned to only hold the kid she had hated moments ago. There is no miracle, no burst of light from the crystals in her pocket, when Buddy Dawn dies.

There is a visual parallel, with both Kristen and Buddy being dotted with freckles and something familiar in their eyes. If there had never been 'The Bad Kids', if she'd never asked to be put in detention with the intent to convert people to Helio, would she have ended up the same way?

Buddy had once said "I don't hold on tight, 'cause I'm in someones hand [...] You know Helio is holding onto us tight." but there is no Helio in sight, only Kristen. All that is left is for Buddy to go and meet his so-called-god and ask why he let him die, unaware he will not get an answer.]

[emiuli]

Helio wouldn't let that happen