Rat Mansion

This is my spot. This is where I will be sitting if I am needed. If I have anything to share, it will be found here

[plagueratsqueakin]

Intro Blrb

Hello and welcome to my blog. I go by Rat or hey you. 28 NB neurospicy

I'm a hermit who dabbles in a lot of things and disappears for months or years at a time.

I am not particularly skilled at any medium, but I like creative expression and may occasionally post some of my things here.

Beyond that, I'm just here to like and reblog the random shit that catches my eye.

The profile pic is taken from Zdzislaw Beksinski who will not mind my thievery because he is dead. I like and recommend his paintings if you like abstract, grungy and depressing.

Why Rat? Because I like rats and the name scares people off. Not a furry (no judgement).

Politically and socially left.

[uroko]

大河内山荘/新緑 Okouchi Sanso Villa/Fresh Leaves

[catchymemes]

[plagueratsqueakin]

at least we got sprinkles

[catchymemes]

[seabeck]

Moth closeups

[deathcomequickly]

The Drowned Halls

[kallistoi]

[image description: pixel art of the house from piranesi. it has a marble hallway with a central staircase, surrounded by statues, and is half flooded. piranesi himself sits on the staircase, fishing. end description.]

[the-upper-shelf]

Some Pokesona sketches!

[pokemonarchive]

Croagunk (2025) - Space-Time Smackdown (Dialga Pack) Illustrator: GOSSAN

[sable-wraith]

[cosmos-kitty]

Bug Crossing 🐛

I got the idea for this piece on a sunny day a while ago after seeing a beetle in the park struggle to get across the hot tarmac path, just a silly visual to explore the question of how much we should be mindful of the wildlife we share a habitat with - they live here too!

[feefal]

You died! Choose your next reincarnation.

Remember, amount of karma farmed during lifetime will vary depending on chosen form.

[corrodedparadox]

It’s not too late to turn back

[plagueratsqueakin]

Belonging

Why is it that I have so much difficulty feeling accepted by others? It is hard because there are those who I believe that I should feel accepted by, but there is always niggling doubt. Some part of me refuses to accept that I could be wanted; that I could belong. I always feel like an outsider even when I am sitting among those who have invited me in. Why? What does the paranoia stem from?

I always try my best to be considerate, accommodating and kind. Why wouldn't I be accepted? I'm strange and anti-social, but I don't think I'm unpleasant to be around. Why can't I shake the feeling that everyone is pretending to want me around out of some misguided expression of pity?

I don't hate the company of others, I just feel uneasy. I long for companionship and acceptance, but I cannot recognize or accept when they are given to me. It is easier to be alone. I do not feel lonely when I am by myself. I am accepted for certain when I am the only one.

Sometimes I think I would have been a better greenland shark than a human. My soul seems more suited to drifting alone through cold dark waters for a hundred year than performing the demanding role of humanity. It is very tiring to be a person. I hope greenland shark is still an option next time I'm in the character creator.

[landsccape]

[plagueratsqueakin]

Imo, Deer God is top 5 in pantheon based on cuteness alone.

(Props to the photographer for snapping this shot before getting carbonized.)

[plagueratsqueakin]

The Temple of Rain

My footsteps splash softly as I enter. Rain falls from the rafters and pools on the dark, tile floor. The water is warm and my aches recede as it soaks deeper and deeper into my body.

The temple is always empty. The solitude I experience here is sacred.

As I bask in the deepening pool, the air grows thick with steam. I am seated, cross legged, in the rising water. My legs and hips are slowly submerged. I see them rippling under the surface. My breath comes steady and relaxed.

As always, I offer a prayer:

"God of Rain,

Thank you for this sanctuary of peace and reflection. Thank you for the life I have been given. Let these waters nourish my tired body and mind and replenish my spirit. Water guide me so that I may see your force, grace and tranquility and emulate it to the best of my abilities." In this place, my mind is clear. A multitude of warm droplets beat rhythmically on my lowered head and clasped hands.

Time passes ambiguously. My lungs, cleansed in steam, release a slow deep breath. To overstay ones welcome is not polite. The temple is only a temporary refuge.

As the door opens, gusts of cold wind chill my body. The steam pours out behind me. The sounds of the temple fade as the door creaks shut.

[plagueratsqueakin]

Hangover

The day after a dream is bleak. The feeling of effortless belonging; the vividness of being... slip away as I struggle to hold them tight. I want to go back. I close my eyes and for a time I sleep again.

The connection isn't as strong, but it is there. The ache fades. Hair of the dog. I spend the next couple hours, desperately chasing sleep. It can't last. I'm awake. I can't disappear any longer.

The world feels empty and disjunct. I feel hollow in the absence of my dreams. I know that I am alive. I know that this is the world in which I am real, but I refuse to believe it.

The inertia is overpowering and for a long time I remain motionless. The very idea of being feels impossible. I'm a person. I have things I care about. Later, I will remember that these things are worth effort, but all I feel now is lost.

[plagueratsqueakin]

A rusty sky

Sometimes I have dreams that are not dreams. They are still dreams, but they do not feel like dreams. They are places that I go. Worlds that aren't mine. Worlds that are strange and distorted.

There was a very silly man who used to call mirrors "leaks" because a mirror is a window into other realities. He warned children away from them lest they fall in and get lost.

A rust red sky from which unidentifiable chunks rain from brimstone clouds and splatter the ground in wet heaps. Bands of twisted zealots roam the labyrinthian alleys of an endless convent. Their howls tear at the ears as they patrol their abandoned streets. I run on the rooftops to stay hidden.

My vision swam and I found myself in the body of a child, horned with ashen skin, standing at the entrance to a long descending flight of stairs. I traveled deep into the earth and found myself in a classroom of sorts. Lessons from a towering figure, dissolving at the edges. We return to the surface standing in a clearing filled with chanting, howling zealots and watched the chunks fall from the sky. I watched as the others began to eat.