#piraterat

Own the ship, sail the seas. My rats LOVE this ship---once they’re on board it’s difficult to get them back ashore. :) Get it on sale HERE. 

❝ Y'know... as a Bluecoat myself, I can put in a good word to have you arrested for things like this Mr. Koopa. This is a labour misconduct. ❞

Small threats befit smaller prey. The accusation sinks beneath a dry dirty laugh.

{♚}—; Snake slithered his way through the alleyway, he’d managed to snatch a few push-pops and was trying to bring them back while trying to avoid being seen because he was trying to sneak them back to the safehouse.

Although as he was getting closer to his destination he thought he heard something, and since he was alone he quickly shoved his gains to the side and looked around. He wasn’t sure if someone was watching him. 

@piraterat said: 👕 send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on - Accepting <3

From what he understood, he was alone here. A place he figured a secret spot, a beach. So of course, he was just enjoying the sun on his fur. Kounosuke is seated, staring off at the ocean. He didn't get to visit a beach very often, and when he heard the sound of another voice coming from somewhere, the tanuki immediately tensed up.

"Where did you come from?"

Ordinarily he'd only be seen like this around friends. People he trusted. How embarrassing to be seen by some stranger with everything hanging out. Too late to suck it in, he'd already been seen. What was this guy doing out here, all alone?

Of all the things Lien-da had been subjected to in her long, miserable, and somehow varied life, piracy was one she had always contended with.

Disgraced individuals of sides and races aplenty (the twilight cage was vast, after all) would often band together to augment their chances of survival. And while some would try to gain the good graces of their former masters, others embraced this newfound neutrality, with the freedom that came with. And so, calling for their services had become a bit of a tolerated activity (within limit), especially if far from home and short on supplies. She, however, did not have to like them, and a decade or two later, these feelings had remained vastly unchanged. She of course, has had no intention of making any kind of interaction with the rat she currently saw vastly beneath her, but she had need of a boat, and so, would have to play by his rules, whichever they were.