Psychotic Rat Central
animalempathy:

psychoticrat:

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}
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OOC- psst!  i’m hiding in here!

animalempathy:

psychoticrat:

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}

CLICK HERE

OOC- psst!  i’m hiding in here!

animalempathy:

psychoticrat:

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}
CLICK HERE

OOC- psst!  i’m hiding in here!

MOAR REQUESTS? FREE ART? COME JOIN? please. I’m very lonely.

animalempathy:

psychoticrat:

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}

CLICK HERE

OOC- psst!  i’m hiding in here!

MOAR REQUESTS? FREE ART? COME JOIN? please. I’m very lonely.

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}
CLICK HERE

{[ MISANRY. Drawing stuff and taking requests. Probably going to waddle around too. ]}

CLICK HERE

Loving College and Burgers
tantibus-aeternam:

asklazynocturne:

tantibus-aeternam:

A pox on Pentakill, 80s’ Synthpop forever.
…

OMFG RLY?
I CAN’T EVEN—— *dies*
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*respawn after a few seconts*
Just WOW. Is so fking AMAZING.


NO, you.

tantibus-aeternam:

asklazynocturne:

tantibus-aeternam:

A pox on Pentakill, 80s’ Synthpop forever.

OMFG RLY?

I CAN’T EVEN—— *dies*

——————- ———————- ———————- ——————

*respawn after a few seconts*

Just WOW. Is so fking AMAZING.

NO, you.

{[ I accidentally gave Jester a yaoi hand… oh well. Thats what I get for drawing in pen. ]}

{[ I accidentally gave Jester a yaoi hand… oh well. Thats what I get for drawing in pen. ]}

The white rat approached the female of the two. His claws were folded behind his back and his head was tilted slightly. "I've gained recent information that you've yourself some special stem cells. I would appreciate a chance to examine you further." His voice was completely void of emotion. Wit had taken a certain pill today.

metamorphasizingmeta:

John stepped forward defensively. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking down on the short rat. He was pretty used to strange creatures from his travelling, but this one was new. “Ava?” he asked her, silently questioning and assessing whether it was a threat or not. Ava just shook her head. 

"Not good," she muttered. "He knows." She pushed John aside. "I can fight my own battles, dumbass," she continued. "Have done so for sixteen years." She scanned the creature, a frown playing on the edge of her mouth and a touch of fear, as well as anger. "I can rip it apart if I want to," she said, staring the rat in it’s eyes. 

"What do you want?"

Wit’s ear flicked when they muttered to themselves about him and what-not. He didn’t pay too much attention to it. His main concern was the fact that the two siblings could both be superhuman, if they were human at all. The rat spoke in a monotonous voice again, “I wish to examine you further. I’ve retrieved a piece of your hair, Ava, I take it? It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I simply wish to obtain a few more samples so I might be able to recreate your powers.” The rat blinked a couple times before looking up at the two, “If there’s anything you should want in return, I shall obtain it for you.”

"Sloop?" The rat tilted his head, hearing the other gurgle as he breathed, "You're definitely sick. Bed. Now." The small rat snatched the other's mitt and tried pulling him to the other room to where his bed was. Wit struggled to make the mudman budge. "Look, I know you don't like when people give a crap about you, but you need to rest." Wit didn't stop tugging on Sloop's giant mitt.

regular-monsters:

regular-monsters:

My character is very sick but refuses to stay in bed. What does your character do to keep them there?
psychoticrat

A hand lifted to cover the giant’s throat as fierce cough shook his body. The old habit was clearly pointless with the mask on, but he did not lower it in his attempt to take a deep breath, instead a horrible wheeze resounding from him before triggering another harsh cough. It was only a bad cold, but with his already battered lungs, he was miserable.

" ‘m fine…" His voice was that of a thousand ox farts a heavy, groggy mumble in his attempt to argue, but his body put up no fight against the rat’s tugs, unwillingly allowing Wit to pull him enough where eventually a heavy foot had to stomp forward and catch himself from falling. It was no easy task, but the rat was slowly but successfully guiding the reluctant Mudman. “Ah don’…’m fnn..”

The Mudman’s wince softened as Wit explained, but still there was an air of defeat around the usually boisterous giant. Perfect silence fell as his glowing eyes drifted back down toward the soup. He had no reason not to trust Wit. He had grown tired of having to hold his breath ever time he wished to eat something that was not edible through his mask’s removable straw. The only one Sloop had considered to be his best friend had granted him a moment to do something he had not been able to do for years and years…maybe he could…just…

Eyes still fixed on the soup, a gloved hand gradually traveled from the bowl to his filter and slowly began to unscrew it from its socket. A safe start in case it didn’t work, but now that air hissed into his mask through the now unfiltered hole, Sloop blinked; his lungs didn’t quiver nor cringe. They accepted the air. In a sudden bound of startled excitement Sloop quickly got to work at unstrapping the mask from his head, and from the sealed off room Wit could hear a barked, clear-as-crystal laugh before being followed by a series of hard coughs.

Wit left Sloop to his own devices. He’d be back to check on him later. For now, the rat wanted to work on something, rather, ingest something. Wit took his pill. Granted, it would take a couple hours to work, so he’d have some time to spend with Sloop before getting back to the grind. Perhaps he’d give Sloop some sort of transportation device so that he could simply come and go as he pleases. Then again, there’s no telling who he’s come into contact with and if they plan on using Sloop to get to Wit. 

Wit’s ears perked up when he heard the other start to laugh. It was as if he was snapped from his drudging thoughts and pulled back into reality. It was pleasant to hear Sloop so happy. The rat smiled to himself, unable to stop from giving out a chuckle as well. Simply hearing the man happy nearly brought a tear to his eye. He had done something good for a friend. It felt good. Perhaps this was what Kroz meant by helping others. To see them happy was happiness within itself. Wit’s ears flipped back as he remembered taking the pill. He wished he had waited until Sloop was better. The rat was still smiling, however, and decided to check on the mudman. 

Wit knocked and waited a moment before entering. He smiled and tilted his head at the other. He was about to speak about hearing the mudman enjoy his freedom from the mask, but when he saw that Sloop hadn’t touched the soup yet, he grumbled, “You’re going to need to eat that if you want to get better.” Wit, honestly, couldn’t care less what his friend looked like. So long as Sloop was a decent individual, Wit had no problem with appearance. He relaxed into a smile again, realizing that the man should enjoy his freedom however he wanted, and didn’t have to eat the soup that second anyway. “You sound better already.” The rat offered a warm smile before hopping up at the foot of the bed and sitting cross legged. 

"Do you feel like talking a bit? We haven’t seen each other in a while."

A Short Halloween PSA

tearlessrain:

Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:

I can promise all my followers that I do not post or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.

So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.

{[ Jump scares are the most stupid kind of ‘scary’ thing. They’re not scary. They startle. You don’t get nightmares from jump scares. You get nightmares from scary things. Jump scares are a sorry excuse for a scare tactic. I refuse to do anything like that. ]}

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