#rats👍

[metalheadobsessedrat]

they're gonna kiss, guys

[oversizedhoodielovingboi]

Doofus forced to wake up

[italic-b0ld]

howdy the pillar

he is probably climbable

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

i misheard @minkshame saying tommatt as tomrat and she retaliated by sending approx. too many audio recordings of matt being a dramatic little bitch that i simply Had to draw.

[mugentakeda]

wanted to post this one on its own

[life-of-a-rat]

I watched I saw the tv glow today…

It’s like they saw the Truman show and said we can make this more fucked up actually.

[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

[hearty-an0n]

What Does “Rat Free” Alberta Actually Mean?

Aaron bell, Sergei Belski, Sergei Belski, Twitter/@TheAHL, Minas Panagiotakis, Bruce Bennett

[marclef]

Considering what I have seen so far, how much can Fakey freaking eat?? Like… how big is that man’s appetite??

well, my Fake Peppino is a very froggy guy. and, well, frogs are pretty notorious for trying to eat way more than they should.

it doesn't help that, Fake is fairly stretchy and, uhh, he's kinda big.

like. real big.

... well, at least you don't have to worry about him eating you? he only does that to those he feels like deserve it.

just don't give him a reason to.

[ultdirkfan]

never in my life would i have guessed that id be drawing sexy bro but here we are .

[800db-cloud]

autumn…

[idiot-mushroom]

Donnie coming in clutch!

behind the scenes:

secret, mystic magnify glass isn’t so much fun anymore, huh donald

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film 2001: A Space Odyssey. On the left, there's David Bowman's face within a space helmet, lit up by red light. He's looking forward, eyes shining with tear that haven't dropped yet. His mouth is open, his expression one of disbelief. Behind this, there's a rocky landscape with a dark monolith in the middle, being touched by two apes. These apes have space helmets on, the top one wearing a green one and the bottom one wearing a yellow one. Overlayed on the monolith there's the circular lens of Hal, glowing a bright red. The ground is grey with purple and green shading, while the sky is a lighter yellow that ascends into whites. The lineart is a very dark blue, with lots of shadows. The colour scheme is cold and muted.]

Inktober - Day 31 (Landmark)

Film - 2001: A Space Odyssey (Stanley Kubrick, 1968)

[blurratic]

william birkin costest (middle aged rat man)

i'm flocking to rat men, i just am

he hasn't seen the light or touched grass in decades

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

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[quietwingsinthesky]

Theta/Koschei

Koschei decides to ‘force a regeneration’ to see if it gets rid of the drums.

I’ll let you decide at which point in that process Theta finds him.

>:) (<- evil)

The first thing Koschei hears is Theta-

No, the first thing he hears is the drums. He cringes in on his new body, its limbs awkwardly long and its hair in his face. He claws at his head, and when his nails aren’t strong enough to get inside and scratch the noise out, he starts pounding at his temples. It only encourages the drums to get louder. All he can smell is bitter metal, on his skin, in his mouth, soaked through. It was supposed to be cast off a new regeneration, so why is his blood still clinging to him?

He feels the hands wrap around his wrists and force him to stop. He feels the body kneeling next to his. “You jumped,” Theta hiccups. “You jumped!”

Koschei peers up at the cliffs above. The skies look like they’re burning overhead. Good, he thinks, good, burn down with me.

Him at the edge. Theta frozen feet away. An expression on their face he’d never seen, no matter how much they’d gotten into trouble in the past.

He scared his friend.

“I- I couldn’t move,” Theta says, like they need his forgiveness. “I tried! I couldn’t move! You jumped!”

“It didn’t work,” Koschei says, unable to summon up more reaction than a statement of fact. Theta shivers and wraps around him. They’re shorter than him. He didn’t think about that—only the blessed promise of relief. It’s all that he can hold onto now, Theta’s terrified expression as he tilted over the edge and their body, too small to bundle him up in their arms anymore like they used to. They bury their tears in his hair.

“Of course it didn’t work. You can regenerate, you can’t-” Their voice shatters. Koschei tries to be gentle, but he flinches at the pounding in his head, shoving Theta’s shoulder. Stubbornly, they hold on tighter. “I won’t let you go back up there. I won’t.”

“It didn’t work,” he repeats, like it’ll make sense to them. It hits him, suddenly, what he’s done. The obviousness of it, his whole body a betrayal of a moment’s grasp at peace, how could he- He wants to hide in Theta’s arms, but he can’t, he’s too tall.

“I did this,” Theta says. “It’s my fault. I did this.”

“No,” he snaps. He won’t have it taken from him, even as he can’t look at the shame of it. It was his choice; he jumped. “You told me to get away from the edge.”

“Shut up!” Theta is trying to crush him. His ribs ache from the way their fists jam into his sides. “I pushed you, understand?” He wriggles.

“You didn’t-”

“Koschei, you jumped,” Theta says, voice gone near a whisper again, and he listens to that more readily than he does when they match his volume and fight with him. “I don’t know what they’ll do to you if you jumped.”

He understands.

“You pushed me,” he agrees.

“It was an accident,” they build.

“The wind was too strong. I lost my footing.”

“And I pushed you too hard. We shouldn’t have been this close to the edge.”

“I forgive you.” Theta’s breathing stutters.

“You have a stupid amount of hair now,” they mumble. Koschei agrees. His head hurts so much, and he can’t place what’s worse: the drop after sudden regeneration, or the fresh bruises from hitting himself, or the drums, they’re louder now, he made them louder-

“It didn’t work,” he says a final time, no longer numb to it. His vision blurs, and his breath is coming one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Theta touches his face, smearing his tears over his cheeks. They jam their forehead forward, close the distance until the entire universe is the two of them, alone.

He has to escape somehow. He grasps at Theta’s mind, not calm, always whirring and humming but quiet compared to his. He sinks into them with a sob.

They’re still there, in the back of his head, beating away.

He tries to pretend it’s only the sound of Theta’s hearts.

Maybe, for a moment, he even believes it.