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@change-is-nature
Be proud of who you are. Not ashamed of how someone else sees you.
Inspire Me (via iwillchangeyourworld)
Oswald felt a wave of relief wash over him as he saw the creature was still alive. “Hang on, I’ll get ya to a paint well.”
Oswald took off at high speed, rushing down the streets into town, the injured rat in hand. Being a rabbit, he was quite quick on his feet, and it didn’t take him more than a few minutes to reach the paint fountain in the center of the town square. He carefully set the injured rat on the edge of the fountain as he turned the crank, pulling up a bucket full of magic blue healing paint. He then grabbed the bucket and poured its contents onto the rat.
Paint, the life force of animated characters. It gave them their color and added dimension to their bodies. As the blue paint piles behind the back of the animated rat’s ears, he started to twitch and his nose began to take in air.
His back legs start getting up, planting the bottom of his feet on the edge of the fountain. His forelegs follow suit in a moment. Remy wanted to look around to see his surroundings, but his neck was hurting and he was utterly exhausted. His eyes looked up towards the almost black and white toon. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Oswald’s sensitive ear twitched, hearing strange noises coming from inside the engine. That didn’t sound right. It sounded as if something was bouncing around in there. Had he forgotten to tighten something?
He pulled the car over to the side of the suburban street and turned off the engine. He then hopped out of the car and threw open the hood. It didn’t take much searching for him to find the source of the anomaly, letting out a gasp as he saw what it was.
“Oh my gosh, are you alright?!” He carefully extracted the small toon rat from the engine, being especially careful as he untangled the long, thin tail from between the gears. He then examined the rat in his hands. It looked to be in pretty rough shape.
Remy practically looked like an animal that had been kicked, multiple times, in the face. Every hair on his body was a greasy, cow-licked mess and he smelt like gas and charred fur.
He looked disgusting, as Oswald untangling his tail the fact the mysterious giant rabbit was showing concern to what looked like a (near) dead animal in its car was nothing short of amazing. Remy thought so anyway.
The little rat coughs, hard and rather nasty. He was coughing whatever fumes he had ingested.
Whoops, Oswald thought to himself as the car hood slammed shut. He must’ve accidentally left it open a crack. Oh well, at least it was closed now. He shrugged it off and kept driving.
From the outside nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The engine made a soft purr and the car was driving.
From the inside. It was anything BUT a purr.
Things were loud, louder than loud. Louder than anything Remy had heard in his whole life. Smattering the sound barrier with pulsating metallic rumbles. Making him deaf in the ears.
If one considered this cramped little place a room. Remy was being thrown around it. Unjilating pistons punch him in the face and the back of the legs, Pain reflex made him move out of there way only to slam his head on a protrusion on the ceiling. The head trauma enough to knock him out cold. His tail got eaten up by a gear, as the gear turns it pulls Remy inside of it until more screaming squeaks follow as the obvious and hellish fate of being grinded between two gears starts to become part of his reality. His tail felt as if it would rip off. The heat of the engine causing his skin beneath fur to sweat.
Remy was screaming now, louder. the rat had the will of steel and would not accept death.
@waltsluckyrabbit
Remy had been traveling on nothing but his own four paws for longer than he would like to admit, and he had always somehow been able to find himself between walls. The part of Paris he lived did not have a lot of open space. So moving often got him into dangerous situations with humans. Seeing a rat.
The little chef, was unknown for that talent here. Wherever he was? So he knew he was back to being a vermin and killed on sight. He scurried up the front wheel of a car. Than continued to ascend until he stood on the top of the bumper.
Whiten seconds Remy suddenly heard something and his head zipped around behind him, the bottoms of his feet were rumbling as the car started up to throw him off balance.
The engine roared as the inner mechanical parts of the car began heating up. Its tires began to roll, turning as the car backed up. The tires then reversed direction, spinning faster and faster as the car began moving forward.
The tiny rat screamed, the scream of a rodent’s squeak. Like basket ball sneakers on a clean court. He garbed hold of the bumper for dear life. Gripping both palms and toes on it. Looking down the road was moving. If he fell he’d be run over like a road-kill skunk.
Than, the pressure became to great. Remy’s paws tried to hold on but his tiny frame and body was thrown aback into the car hood. The car hood Oswald had apparently accidentally left open as it slammed onto the thrown rat. Locking him inside the car engine.
@toothlessthenightfurry
Before seeing the sight of the dragon. Remy was actually having a pretty good day.
He was out for a little time off, to get some air outside. But now
His eyes widen at the sight of the unnatural to the normal world. What was that? It was huge.
Remy’s scream wanted to come out, and indeed in time it did. Like a rodent’s squeak.
“It was a great night,”
“the happiest of my life.”
“But the only thing predictable about life,”
“is its unpredictability.”
(Indie Remy from Pixar’s Ratatouille)
disney + favorite french landscape shots
for a sweet anon
// Y’know whats beautiful. Every RP Blog could probably talk for hours on why they love their muse. ^^
//The thought of Remy trying to rebel.
But he can’t bring himself to do anything ratty, or even that rude amuses me.
and then hes so confident like. “Ha! I inconvenienced you!” But his bar for “Bad/Prank” is pitifully low.
//Ok. I just had a thought.
This would literally be Remy’s sense of humor.
“You told me to put a couple of ice cubes in your drink.”
“But I only put one!”
How did Remy’s Sass-Master dad aid in the birth of such a cinnamon roll son.
“Everybody just SHUT UUUUP!”
“It was a great night,”
“the happiest of my life.”
“But the only thing predictable about life,”
“is its unpredictability.”
(Indie Remy from Pixar’s Ratatouille)
Does your restaurant ever consider doing take out?
“Ive decided against it.”
“Trust me, I know what.. we’re doing.”
*Squeak!* *Squeak!* ..*Squeak!* ….*Squeak!* *Squeak!*
All squeaks, just squeaks, nothing but squeaks.
The rat tried to flee for his life. Not realizing the jaguar’s cupboard was open. Remy fell in. Inside, among its contents. Full of papers and documents, pens and pencils, folders, some hard jewelry.
All in all, it was a hard landing, and the rat hurt his leg badly.
“Oh– Dios mio!” Manchas reached a tentative paw into the cupboard, scooping Remy up with a concerned expression. He’d really frightened him; the last thing the jaguar ever wanted to do. “I am so sorry! I did not mean to scare you. Are you hurt?”
The rodent chef shivered like a puddle of water, naturally a living creature tried to make itself small and not take up as much space when it was scared. You couldn't get much smaller then a rat, standing on all fours in the paw of jaguar.
Remy was surprised at the concern he received, hearing that the black-furred mammal had asked if he was hurt. Remy nodded his head up and down to say yes.
‘A horrible decision, really.’
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