#subway rats

[oca-rinn-a]

rat girl summer

[frankensteinshimbo]

Heads Up! Seven Up!

I was tagged by @zonnemaagd in her excerpt from Phei of the Wind.

Rules : Share an snippet or line from your recent work and tag 7 people!

This is from Subway Rats. What I'm writing right now honestly deals with dark themes, so I'll go ahead and slip it under a cut then tag people on the reblog.

It's a transformation scene initiated by an attempted suicide that doesn't end in death. So if visceral body horror or suicide is upsetting, go ahead and give it a skip.

Momentum crushed her bone into red slurry. Thick and hot. Pulse fast and then slowed, but not to a stop. Her spine compacted until the vertebrae fused into each other. Joints ripped out of place into new orientations. And then, beneath the tracks (slipped under the body of the steel monster somehow) she regrew as raw and bloody as her scream. The soft tissues blossomed from the skeleton they were encased in, popping warm and horrible on the filthy tracks. She began to squirm again once her muscles reconnected where they’d been torn. And like she had when she’d been born she cried for no other reason than to voice the sudden terror of not knowing herself.

The thunder of steel drowned them. They comingled to make one loud indiscernible cacophony of apathy and pain. The train was a force greater than her body. She had known that in some implicit way. Choosing to die by it meant laying feal at its wheels, but she had always considered it an instrument instead of a master. She lay there until the tunnel was dark.

It was a long time before anyone came to find her. She had no expectation of being found. It was rare that somebody had the time and energy to find anyone in the life she had lived. In the life she … lives still. There was breath rising in her lungs. She listened to blood rushing in her ears drowning the reverberation of distant metal. As homeostasis kicked in again, she began to shiver from pain and exhaustion. She was alive. She was alive! The miracle of her own vitality frightened her so much, that it took her a moment to realize that the warmth traveling the wire of her tremors were hands moving over her. They were careful as though they expected injuries. She knew they would find some eventually. This vibrant illusion of life was in fact just a defense mechanism of a brain fighting shut-down, but through their gentle probe she learned that she was whole. Unbroken.

[suddenlymicah]

the last few sentences remind me of the subway rats poem in a weird and probably not intended way.

"it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain." <- -> "subway rat made eye contact with me and said"

""Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"" <- -> ""join us. when the train comes we slide under the tracks and feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm. we live forever and we love to live.""

""Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain." <- -> "I said no thank you I am too large he turned away from me I cried"

the pattern seeking brain is finding a pattern.

My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

[critterbitter]

Nimbasa trio, gremlin edition.

They’re theater kids, your honor. They’re brewing crimes as we speak.

BONUS CRACK DOODLE THAT I EXORCISED DIRECTLY FROM MY BRAIN:

Some patrat children and a pachirisu child!

(Check here for my submas stuff!)

[cowwatcher]

wearing boxers today 😇

[rat-at-heart]

Fell asleep on the subway and missed her stop :(

[q-content]

i would say yes, best case? yay i live! other best case? yay i don’t!

this is a poem

[meister-draws]

You know about new yorker and his funny pidgeon now meet his brother new yorker and his funny subway rat

I drew this on one of the boards in @/choochooboss's anniversary magma session ✨️

[sprmstr]

saw a batfly

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

it remains so funny to me that Stede's "main character of a romcom" energy has a fucking area of effect.

last season Ed's crew were all taken aback by switching genres from gritty pirate drama to romcom, and this season we have Izzy losing a leg to gangrene right before Stede wakes Ed up from a coma by holding his hand.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

We're going to find the upper limits of how many (or how few) syllables can be used in saying 'bacon egg and cheese'.

isekai about a nyc apartment block getting teleported into a fantasy realm, and how this group of people who previously have only had incidental contact with one another come together to build a vibrant community in their new circumstances. there's a season-long arc about introducing bagels and pizza to the fantasy world that gets into the details of sourcing ingredients, developing new technologies, and learning how to work with supernatural substitutions.

[oca-rinn-a]

before and after: a rat was enjoying the discarded portions of a banana, and then a person with no joy in their heart shined a flashlight on the tracks to scare them away

[frankensteinshimbo]

Anyway, here's an excerpt from my WIP, Subway Rats. I've decided that the opening scene is a suicide. Wherein, instead of dying, the main character is transformed into a small creature. That said, it still brushes the unfortunate subject matter of wanting to take your own life, and should be skipped over if that's something that would upset you.

She didn’t know what it’d feel like when the train hit her fragile body. She hoped. She hoped. It’d be so fast the world would go silent.

It didn’t. 

...

And like she had when she’d been born, she cried for no other reason than to voice the sudden terror of not knowing herself. The thunder of steel drowned it. The noise and anguish co-mingled to make one loud indiscernible cacophony of apathy and pain. The train was a force greater than her body. She had known that in some implicit way. Choosing to die by it meant laying feal at its wheels, but she had always considered it an instrument instead of a master.

[ratwithhands]

I had this AU archived off my accounts for a few years, but I'm thinking about it a lot more these days so I'm digging it up for sketches.

This is Kudari from Codebreaker, functionally the starting antagonist for the story when Emmet accidentally collides with him and takes parts of his body.

For a little debrief, the main idea of Codebreaker is that Emmet discovers that he exists in a false reality, and that there is a parallel plane where all of the instructions for his reality exist. He finds his way to this plane by accident after walking back from another lonely day at work, and is hellbent on learning how to manipulate it in the hopes that he can recover Ingo with that knowledge. Kudari is his own set of instructions, who he partly dismantles, allowing him to actually interact with the code. This leaves a hollowed out shell that starts trying to find his own way to get his body back from Emmet.

I'd been thinking about the Beta Submas leaks which lead me to sketching him again. Here's the first rough warmup sketch I did with a fight between him and Emmet.

From there I just started reworking his old design to be worse 💀

Let me know if you guys want more of this freak, he's honestly really fun to sketch.

[cardinal-crossing]

Behold! A doodle I did of @evtraininguniversity's borrower's au. It was a very good way to pas time while on my flight, and I just love these to little guys. Enjoy!

Also side note: The image is a photograph I took at a model train museum when I was visiting; my mother took me as a graduation trip to the museum and I thoroughly enjoyed!

[jenasu]

Hey now! Who's that, running across the station platform??

The ever lovely and wonderful @cecilioque has organized ANOTHER incredible sticker project for the community, and I'm so so happy and excited to say I was invited to be a part of it!

If you want your OWN Pizza Patrat (and several many other fun stickers, made by 29 other amazingly talented artists), check out Sunny's official announcement post for details!