#dratandbotherbotheranddrat

[amorisastrum]

Blog makeover- please dont forget me

I was dratandbotherbotheranddrat before

[chiropteracupola]

For le colour palettes, Cracked screen and Ratty if ya want?

absolutely I do want!  there’s something about ratty that I can never remember his actual outfit and my brain auto-generates various outfits from edward ardizzone books for him.  *shrugs*

#em draws stuff #also look who discovered NEW LAYER MODES TODAY #and then color-gremlined for a solid two hours until everything was BLUE #wind in the willows #wind in the willows musical #witw #ratty #dratandbotherbotheranddrat

[sardinesandhumbugs]

30 "when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart" with Ratty and Mole?

(Also, I haven't actually watched any starkid musicals those were suggested by @residentofskinnymandria but I will be looking into them this weekend :D)

A/N: Thank you for the prompt and for your patience! I procrastinated somewhat on this because for my other OTPs, I would usually go straight for the romance with a starter like this, but by now y'all know that when it comes to Ratty & Mole, the line between romantic and platonic tends to be up to reader interpretation :)

Also a shout-out to @wolfiethewriter for unwittingly providing inspiration for this ficlet, by getting hilariously drunk a few nights back during our Midnight Sun readthrough. I only hope you fared better the next morning than Rat :D

x

Categorically, Rat knew there were worse ways to wake.

But, as Toad started on his fifth verse of 'What Shall We Do with the Drunken Sailor?' Rat found he could think of no such examples.

He muttered something unsavoury and buried himself deeper into the recesses of the caravan, far from the prying, headache-inducing light of day, and far, far away from Toad's over-exuberant singing – for what little good it would do him. For Toad had inherited his mother's operatic lungs, if quantifiably not her pitch-perfect tone, and both were on full display that morning.

(It could not be said that Toad was a bad singer. It was simply the case that enthusiasm preceded vocal form, and he cared little for meddling things such as keys or sharps and flats when the mood took him. Regardless, even if Toad's voice had been flawless, Rat wouldn't have had the patience for it. Not today. The careening key changes were just the icing on the cake.)

The song briefly rose as the caravan door opened, and Rat recoiled as much from the intrusion of light as he did from Toad's blasted singing. Then the aroma of eggs and bacon hit him, and he begrudgingly shuffled his snout out of the cool, dark safety of the bedcovers.

Mole stood before him, fried offering in paw, and looking significantly less the worse for wear after their previous night's inebriations than Rat. He grinned, and set the breakfast down on the table beside the bed. "Well," he said, "I've never seen you sleep in this late."

"This isn't sleeping in," Rat muttered. "It's suffering."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before drinking so much yesterday," Mole said, the faint admonishment in his tone outweighed by the amusement.

"I'm not a lightweight," Rat grumbled. "It's just whatever Toad puts in his damn drinks to make them green always knocks me out."

"And makes you very drunk, apparently."

Rat hesitated, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer to his next question. "How drunk?"

Mole grinned again. "Nothing too embarrassing. You mostly just gabbled and then got distressed when you couldn't pronounce a word properly."

"What word?"

"I believe it was library."

"...Library?" Rat echoed. "How–"

"You kept saying 'liblary' instead."

"Libla...?"

"Liblary, hm-mm. The second 'l' kept creeping in, however hard you tried otherwise." The humour in Mole's voice betrayed that Rat's efforts, while in vain, had been quite the show.

Rat considered this as best he could while the sensation of galloping horses gallivanted between his ears. Eventually he located what he hoped would be a safe question. "Why were we talking about libraries?"

"Oh, we weren't – just you. Goodness knows why, and we thought it best not to ask."

"DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

With a wince, Rat turned a reluctant ear to Toad's questionable shanty rendition, trying to figure out if the words were indeed what he was hearing, or whether it was simply the effects of the hangover. "What verse is Toad on now?"

Mole chuckled. "Ones of his own creation. I think he ran out of official verses he could recall a while back."

As if to compound that fact, Toad skipped the refrain entirely and overshot to the next verse, of which the origin was undoubtedly a Toad Special.

"PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

Rat winced again. "I'm not living this one down, am I?"

"Oh, Toad will forget in time," Mole said, with surprisingly surety for someone who had spent only a day and a half in Toad's presence. But, then again, Toad was not the most complicated of creatures. However, Rat noted that Mole didn't make any mention of himself forgetting any time soon.

Mole nudged the plate closer to Rat. "Eat up. You'll feel better for it."

Rat had half a mind to make a comment about food being Mole's solution to everything, but then he caught another whiff of breakfast and his stomach gave an audible rumble. He pushed himself up and made a start on the meal.

"Just out of curiosity," Mole said, "why did you drink so much of Toad's cocktails if you know you always suffer the next day?"

"Honest answer?" Rat asked. "I forgot."

"You... forgot?"

"I had..." and Rat paused as Toad butchered another verse, "more pressing issues on my mind."

Both animals waited out Toad's latest crescendo, enduring the new volumes before he petered out to more acceptable levels.

"Would those issues be green and singing?" Mole asked.

"Usually."

Rat had worked his way through a rash and a half of bacon before Mole spoke again, and the distance between the words belayed an uneasy deliberation. "You didn't have to come along," Mole said. He sat on the bench that ran along the inner of the caravan, which served as table space and seating as the need arose, and the ledge was set just a smidgen too high so that his paws only brushed the floor. "You know, out on the open road. Not if you didn't want to."

"Ah, well," Rat said, "then who would keep you and Toad out of trouble?"

"I think we would have managed."

Rat squinted. "No offence, Moley, but I know you, and I know Toad–" he gestured to the window from which Toad's performance was still going strong, and then immediately regretted it as the alcohol residing in his system sent his head spinning "–and you are both many things, but 'out of trouble' is not one of them."

"We survived this morning without mishap."

There was a crash from outside, followed by a cry of, "It's alright! Everything's good! No need to check!" from Toad.

"Mostly," Mole amended.

"Definitely sounds like you have everything under control here," Rat deadpanned.

"I'm sure everything's fine."

There was another thump, this time accompanied by the unimpressed whinny of the horse.

Mole and Rat exchanged glances.

Mole closed the window. "Look, Ratty, all I'm saying is that you needn't have felt obliged to come along if you'd rather have stayed on your river." He glanced to the wicker luncheon basket that was still half-full from yesterday, and which had seemingly swayed Rat in his decision to accompany the caravan. "We could have had our picnics on the riverbank instead."

"We?" Rat echoed.

"Well, of course. Do you really think I would have gone off on the Life Adventurous without you?"

Rat didn't immediately respond. The horses in his head had calmed, but the outcome was simply that he had more space to think properly through the last couple of days. Truth be told, he hadn't quite been sure which Mole would have chosen – him or the open road – and he hadn't been interested in putting it to the test. His mind played back the eagerness with which Mole had rootled through the caravan, exploring the compact living wagon and settling in with an ease that made Rat wonder whether the caravan's claustrophobic space reminded Mole of his own beneath-ground home. It certainly was a far cry from Rat's riverbank abode, where the house had the space to sprawl along the shoreline and the freshwater breeze meant the air was never still. Not like being underground, he was sure.

"Ratty?"

He had been lost in his thoughts for too long, and now Mole leant into his line of vision. Rat had to think quickly to recall what exactly Mole had asked.

"No, of course not," he said. "Only – well, I would have hated for you to have stayed on the riverbank only on my behalf."

"Like you came along here on mine?"

“And for the picnics,” Rat added. “Don’t forget the picnics.”

“Right,” Mole said with a laugh that said he wasn’t buying Rat’s offhanded dismissal any more than Rat believed it. “How could I forget the picnics?” He patted Rat’s paw and swung off the seat. “Well, you can put all thoughts of picnics from your mind until you’ve recovered — and maybe in future we stick to drinks we’re familiar with, hm?”

“Maybe,” Rat conceded.

It was as Mole threw him one last grin and disappeared out of the caravan that Rat came to the reluctant conclusion that, whether or not his housemate was aware of it, Mole had him wrapped around his little claw. He set the emptied plate to one side and collapsed back into the bunk, thankful for the small mercy that at least Toad had stopped singing—

“Feeling better finally?”

Rat jolted back up, and had to steady himself against the table as his head swam. He located Toad at the window. “Toad! How long have you been there?”

“I don’t know; I wasn’t keeping track.” Toad leant in against the windowsill conspiringly. “If I had known all it’d take for you to join me would be the smile off an undergrounder, I’d have dug him out ages ago.”

Rat grumbled but decided he was still too hungover to bicker over it.

Besides, it was somewhat difficult to argue with when it was true.

#dratandbotherbotheranddrat #replies #cat writes #wind in the willows musical #witw fanfic #did I partially write this just for the amusement of 'what shall we do with the drunken sailor' being applied to rat? #...maybe #things I said I didn't write: drunk fics #things I have now written twice: drunk fics #wolfie you are a terrible influence #also mole has a stomach of steel and toad drinks his green drinks regularly #or regularly enough for him to be immune #so rat is the only one in the open road who is going to suffer #also on a rewatch I realised that the cocktails they drink at the beginning of 'the open road' aren't green #they just look that way in the light #but too late they're green now #it always amuses me how at the beginning of the open road #they start with cocktails and by the end have moved onto beer #oh and for what it's worth that mispronunciation of 'library' is one I am guilty of #not even when drunk either #also wolfie you didn't gabble don't worry #I'm just using how I behave when tired #also in the book toad gets rat to agree to the open road by convincing mole first #he literally realises that rat will agree if mole does #so he sets to work convincing mole instead #which im sorta leaning on here

[catsafari25]

17 for le book asks?

le book ask, 17: "pick a book for each of the four season. why did you choose these books?" coming right up :D

Spring: Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame (I mean, come on, we all knew this was coming – it literally starts with Mole spring-cleaning)

Summer: The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C Wrede (lighthearted adventures with dragons and wizards and practical princesses that you can read in the garden and feel like all is right with the world)

Autumn: Six of Crows/Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo (if the evenings are getting cold and you need something meatier to sink your teeth in then this is your duology <3 dramatic, exciting, emotional... I'm in love with this series)

Winter: The Martian by Andy Weir (I don't know about you, but I'm always knackered come winter, so a single-story book with good humour and a positive/determined attitude does wonders, especially when both you and the protag are stuck indoors while the weather outside is frightful) (also the book is better than the film, fight me)

#dratandbotherbotheranddrat #replies #I FINALLY tracked down the enchanted forest chronicles last year #and they explain so much of why I like playing with fairytale tropes #also so excited when I saw kaz and inej and jesper appear in shadow and bone #I made the mistake of reading the martian before I watched the film #and I had a certain image in my head of the protag #and I'm so sorry but matt damon isn't it #but that's just a me thing

[yourfaveisdefinitelyalive]

All the ghosts from Ghosts are definitely still alive!

Requested by @dratandbotherbotheranddrat

#yourfaveisdefinitelyalive #also sorry it's taking so long to post #i've been busy and i kinda forgot about this blog? #oops #anyway #bbc ghosts #denial go brr brr

[such-a-radical]

Sent this to my witw cast gc (the person who responded played mole)

@dratandbotherbotheranddrat tanks for the meme

#wind in the willows #wind in the willows musical #witw musical #witw

[boopnoodlejamie]

When ur going through a break up and ur bestie brings u chocolate, skittles and ice cream: 😁

(Thank you bestie @dratandbotherbotheranddrat)

[hootysadventures]

Hello! Georgie (@dratandbotherbotheranddrat) here just to say what this blog is for! @boopnoodlejamie (Jamie) made a small owl out of cardboard and we named him hooty and they decided to change him so he looked like hooty from the owl house! This blog will be a series of random things that we have taken Hooty on, shown by pictures (and sometimes videos). Hope this clears some things up and we hope you enjoy Hooty's adventures!

-Georgie

#the owl house hooty #hooty #sideblog #we will also be signing off posts other than Hooty's adventures with our names as shown at the end of this post #i will try and post some of the first images tomorrow either before or after school #aswell as this we will try and make as much Hooty content as we can #have a good day! #also any questions and/or suggestions of places we could possibly take hooty are welcome <3

[screamsprofusely]

Hi hi hi im @dratandbotherbotheranddrat

My name is Georgie but I dont mind being called Mole, Gigi, G or Monday. My pronouns are They/them Ze/Zir and I am very homo

I like

Musicals

Animals in cute outfits

Being gay

Books

Walks by the river

Hiding in my room and coming up with headcanons and listening to my musical playlist on repeat

The 6 idiots

I think thats it

Sincerely, your fellow idiot, Mole with no Beanie <3

[sardinesandhumbugs]

For le gifs, maybe the Chief Cheryl and Lesser kiss? Also, I hope you feel better soon :D

For le gifs, you may have a kiss! (And I’m doing much better now – still achey, but significantly dosed up on paracetamol and halfway coherant :D) 

In fact, have two kisses, because I have a slightly shorter gif that makes me laugh because it almost loops (just continual kisses)

#dratandbotherbotheranddrat #replies #also I do cackle at how cheryl and lesser were moments away from fighting #and This is how Chief breaks it up #wind in the willows musical #lesser/chief/cheryl #witw gif

[catsafari25]

6 11 and 21

6: A song that cheers you up: Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon (aka the song I shouldn’t play in the kitchen because I keep bumping into cupboards when I bop to this) 

11: A song that brings back good memories: Different As Can Be from A Very Potter Musical (I used to duet this song often with a friend I’ve now drifted apart from; she would take Voldemort’s lines and I would sing Quirrell’s and it was all a lot of fun silliness) 

21: A song for the rain: Sigh No More by Maurissa Tancharoen (from the Joss Whedon Much Ado About Nothing film which isn’t better than the 1993 version but w/e but the beat is just very soft and good for melancholy)  

#the 1993 much ado about nothing kenneth branaugh version is still the best #am I just being nostalgic? #maybe #but no one can stop me #also I have very bad no good sense of balance #I have to moderate the songs that play vvhen I cook because othervvise I am A Hazard #dratandbotherbotheranddrat #replies

[chiropteracupola]

Who is your favourite Spongebob character? (Mine is Squidward)

I have never actually watched the Sponged Bob! All I have is vague osmosis from memes and very awkward memories of watching everyone else in my middle school classes singing the theme song together.

#answers from the cupola #ask games #dratandbotherbotheranddrat

[chiropteracupola]

For the nicknames: I call you Cup quite alot-

That is weirdly adorable and I’m not sure how to process that.

#ask games #dratandbotherbotheranddrat #answers from the cupola

[chiropteracupola]

Tagged by @mirilyawrites, thank you! 

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with (or tag whomever you wish lmao)

Favorite color:  I’ve been really into burgundy lately!

Last song:  ‘Dig Gravedigger Dig’ by Corb Lund, which I found in a Magnus Archives playlist the other day and have since been listening to a lot.

Currently reading:  Still dragging myself somewhat unenthusiastically through Dune, as I have been for several weeks... it’s not helping that I keep misreading ‘lasgun’ as ‘lasagna’.

Last movie:  At this point I’m not even sure when I last watched a movie.  It might have been Quantum of Solace, since I know that since watching it I have tried to blot as much of it from my memory as possible.

Sweet, savory, or spicy:  Sweet.  I pretty much run on bread and sugar.

Currently working on:  Well, I think it’d be better just to show you my silly little chart I’ve made for my writing... there’s 27 things in it and every day I worry that I’ll start another one.  And that doesn’t even take into account drawing stuff, or that I still have a couple of doll projects in the works.

Tagging... @dratandbotherbotheranddrat​, @wilhelmina-murray-harker​, @natdrinkstea​, @wromwood​, @michaeljnelson​, @alizuriacrow​, @mad-scientist-in-theory-2​, @accursedapothecary​, and @vierschanzentournee​, if you want to share!

#one of those tag things #hopefully sometime soon I'll be able to horrify you with my spectacularly awful hornblower aus #also feel free to ask about these - I love to talk about my silly nonsense

[chiropteracupola]

tagged by @midweekblues, thank you so much!

so this is supposed to be ‘answer 21 questions, tag 21 people’, but I agree, that’s an awful lot of people, so I’ll just tag a few people and then I guess if you see this and you feel like it, just go for it!

nickname: well, Em is short for a full name, but I also get sometimes get Cupola, Chiro, Cup, Helicopter, and Bats!

zodiac: ....Cancer?

height: 5′9″ and how am I still short.

last movie I saw: fairly sure it was Bill!

last thing I googled: a band replacement for my watch, which I’ve been sticking back on my wrist with tape and a binder clip for weeks now

favorite musician: I don’t know if I can pick an all-time favorite, but I have been listening to an absurd amount of Lord Huron lately

song stuck in my head: ‘Jack O Lantern’ by Gilmore & Roberts... IT’S ME THE DEVIL I’M THE KEEPER OF SOULS, WITH MY DEEP DARK EYES LIKE BULLET HOLES—

other blogs: @cool-as-steel, which is for treasure island stuff and aesthetic things, and complaints.  at least 30% is complaints.

blogs following: 133 following, 136 followers

amount of sleep: who knows, dude

lucky number: 13, it’s my birthday and also my cat’s birthday

what am I wearing: white t-shirt, jeans, gray socks... pretty neutral today

dream job: museum exhibition designer maybe? 

dream trip: take me to somewhere with Woods and Waters and good food and actually I really don’t care as long as my friends are there with me, that’s really all that matters

favorite food: basically anything that falls under the very general category that is Lots of Starch And Butter

play an instrument: *horrible squawks of harmonica I do not actually know how to use*

languages: English, pretty solid school-French, enough Spanish to translate local street names?

favorite songs: too many to count but right at this moment I’ve been listening to ‘Furr’ by Blitzen Trapper an awful lot

random fact: hmmm... I accidentally got locked into the local cemetery at night at the tender age of seven for a school project!

describe yourself as aesthetic things: early fall evenings with warm orange lights and deep purple-blue skies, paper with mug stains, moth wings, migrating geese, solitary oak trees on hills?

tagging: @natdrinkstea, @thescarletpaperback, @theramblingsoldier, @twice-told-tales, @vierschanzentournee, @annabellioncourt, @moonyjulian, @dratandbotherbotheranddrat, if you want to?

#one of those tag things #please listen to jack o lantern it is such a good song

[boopnoodlejamie]

🎉Happy birthday @dratandbotherbotheranddrat 🥳

Best wishes from your amazing bestie, Jamie 😁