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Rat Sons AU: Character Introductions
Hamato Sho aka The Ancient One
more rambling & sketches:
(Had a bit of fun merging 03's Ancient One with bits of Rise's Splinter and Grandpa Sho, then started working on his origin story and was like fuck it! Guardians from 03! But for the Council of Heads from rise! but who are actually kinda more like the Ninja Tribunal from 03!! if they oversaw the world like the Guardians/Utroms! but were also kinda corrupt and uncaring of the lives of mortals and
the good news is now theres world building lore happening i guess, not just character lore??? is that good news??)
anywho, this is Grandpappy Sho!!
He's a little bit of a gremlin. Kinda rude, kinda sarcastic, kinda feral, and kinda very much had it with catering to the rules of 'polite society.' Basically, dudes survived some shit and has now decided that he will make that everyone elses problem too (/affectionate)
He lowkey resents his lineage and how he was raised, in the sense that he often wonders what life he could have lived if his youth was not fully devoted to "becoming someone worthy of the Hamato name." But he's actively trying to let go of all that and focus on being whoever he wishes in the present. Hence, gremlin.
A gremlin that is also, however, a freakin fantastic father figure (he swore to himself that his girl will literally never have to think about 'earning' any name, Hamato or otherwise; if she wants it, it is already hers, and wether she choses to keep it is entirely her own choice)
lol a lot of that was in present tense wasnt it? but yall know that aint quite true.....
tho, it might not quite be wrong exactly either...
[rat sons au masterpost]
(easier to read/separated contents below the cut! (super long))
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HAMATO SHO aka THE ANCIENT ONE
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Pronouns: He/Him
Age:???
Color Motif: ~desaturated sea foam green~
Last heir of the Hamato Clan lineage (by blood, at least)
As a young man, he spent decades training tirelessly to become a master of ninjutsu, molding himself into a perfect soldier, fully dedicated to maintaining his family's status as one of the most powerful names in Japan
Was selected to become a Guardian â an elite warrior chosen by the immortal Council of Heads to serve as an agent of their will. He served them for several years, increasingly resentful of their corruption and disregard for mortal lives
Abandoned his post after the death of a fellow Guardian (Tang Shen's biological father)
Disillusioned with both the Council of Heads and the world at large, Sho shifted his priorities from serving a 'Greater Good,' to serving his own needs and desires (and those of the people he cares about). He became very openly sarcastic, cynical and crass (he also found the way this horrified the neighbors to be freaking hilarious)
Did not think he would be well suited for caring for a child and really only expected to serve as a temporary shelter for Tang Shen until a proper family could be found for her, like maybe a few months or so at most?
Jokes on u, old man. Guiding a young Tang Shen through the routines of their daily life, watching her interact with the animals of the farm, teaching her how to do tasks so mundane he'd long since stopped thinking about them, Sho found he enjoyed the role of a parent more than anything else he'd ever done
Given his own experiences with abusive powers, Sho raised Tang Shen to be a very independent thinker, encouraging her to pursue her own sense of right and wrong, and to always be wary of those in power.
Though he trained her in both ninjutsu and the mystic arts (the good kind), Sho's greatest hope was to raise Tang Shen to make her own choices, and enjoy a life free of ancestral burdens or any ghosts from his past
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As a Guardian, Sho underwent what he would later call an 'involuntary spiritual awakening.'
This granted Sho use of the Councilâs powerful mystic techniques through the manipulation of his own spirit and will. These teachings were a highly coveted secret, granted only to those in the final stage of becoming a Guardian, and they were often deadly to learn
The Council taught that a human could only access the mystic arts if granted the ability through Their own will, that the technique was one of faith, a sort of forfeiting one's own spirit in exchange for power
Sho, along with Tang Shen's bio dad (oomph he needs a name), discovered a way to refine the techniques of the Council, to create their own source of mystic power without the Councilâs influence, pulling from their own faith, emotions, and spiritual connections
Naively, the two told the Council of their findings. They believed that this new method of accessing the mystic arts would be a great benefit to both current and future Guardians, as it was far less damaging to the human body and mind
The Council disagreed.
Weapons that do not depend on you for ammunition are weapons that can turn against you, after all.
#my art#rat sons#rat sons lore#tmnt au#'oh ill queue up the first character sheet to post tomorrow morning!'#posts it immediately#look at this stinky old man#hes so fun#im really excited to share moments of him and lil tang shen via splinters flashbacks later#theyre so sweet#hes a really good papa <3#ill queue up her info sheet to post either tomorrow or wednesday i think#probably round noon ish
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Spent the past few days watching Layers of Fear (2023) walkthroughs
#and each and every endings#notes and whispers#also collectibles#PHEWH that was a lot to take in#nobody told me to prepare myself for the heartbreak that was the family ending đđ€đ„#loving the rat queenâs voice tho#ghost wifeâs new design reminds me of all the dried up paint textures on my palette#like i havenât washed it for about 3-4 months now ew#cackled at the fact that rat queen called the daughter a rat for no reason in inheritance#lmao what is your beef with her#game also revealed the wife can play the flute woah#and her favorite color is green :D so real of her#i guess they didnât really change much of the story in inheritance and lof 2#fancy glove for the actor now#also i need to draw the writer tho i like her fr#devs pls give concept art of the character if yall have any#the writer making au endings where the painter and wife just leaves the house lol#mr. scooter has two designs now????#akh :ââ but i really hoped the game delved in deeper about the writter and her son#the director and the rat queenâs lore gimme some of that lovecraftian shit#((i loved him most when he lost himself)) rat queen so insane for saying this#also wtf the game suddenly talking about the wife having green eyes in my head she will always have dark brown eyes đđđ#how did the painter and wife get involved with the rat queen tho#thomas caldwell looking kinda sus hmmm#given the fact that the writer was recruited by some sort of agency/management but thatâs just my speculation#okay i need to stfu tags r getting outta hand#should i tag this as layers of fear? idk#lof spoilers#bacotan loisiru
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I got bored and designed a bill cipher yay
Its under the cut cause hes got an empty eye socket (not realistic cause i cant draw realism) and i didnt wanna freak people out without warning
#hes a bald ugly little rat i love him#my son <3#i love bill cipher sm guys#he tickles my brain good#his lore is so interesting#hes so silly#(i say about a mass murderer)#anyway yeah I didnât much like most of the fanon designs for him#Or the canon one so i made my own#idk i tried to strike a balance between the two#dunno if it worked but i like it so its fine#bill cipher#gravity falls#human bill cipher#human bill design
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Harold tell your son to post some selfies I need to draw him stat
#rat rambles#oni posting#hi Im still not asleep because Im thinking too hard abt oni#god Im so proud of you harold you made it big you have earned the huge award of being the first scientist with a confirmed named child#and not only that but one thats like relevant and might end up being duped themself#harold you made it big Im so happy for you everyone cheer and clap for my boy#and congrats to gossmann for getting a first initial ig#but yeah calvin design when also I just wanna know more abt this funky lil man#also also I need to know if harold is a good dad or not god I hope he is#if hes not I can live with it but I'd much prefer he be a good dad who supports his revolutionary son#all of my curiosity for the current actual new duplicant girl has completely died Im calvin pilled now#although tbf the new girl is not a presence in any of the new logs so its not like shes had a chance to catch my attention#and her dupe description isnt doing her any favors either#maybe if she was nonbinary Id care more lol#she still feels very weird compared to every other dupe I hope she does get some lore present to make her fit in more#I think itd be funny if her donor looked nothing like her and was just some lady and gravitas decided to get funky with it and try to make#a new unique dupe to experiment more with duplicant biology#this is baded on one of her odd quirks that makes her feel weird which is that shes guaranteed to have the cold resistant trait#I think itd be neat if she was a dupe who was specifically designed to better handle the cold#maybe they tried this with her and decided it took way too much time and resources to make specialized dupes like that#idk if they do smth like that with her then I might be able to be a fan of her's but otherwise they have some heavy lifting to do
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UH OH SISTERS !!!!! [CONTAINMENT BREACH ALARM]
#my art#oc#digital art#original character#digital artist#MY STUPID BEAUTIFUL RAT SON. I SQUEEZE LIKE DOG TOY. MY BELOVED#i thought about captioning this with Actual lore but honestly. this fits that too
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I miss captain đ
#for the exactly 3 people that know my rat boy lore#yes i know its too much chest#i needed some bid manly chest when i made this#(still need tho)#oh yeah. also captain died#yeah..#he didnt found his son đ#rip captain
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Shitty little unrelated AU doodles <3
Rambles under cut!
MORE FIDDS LORE BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN.
He's known in town as "That Nice Old Man" that lives with his son in the cabin near the lake.
What a regular guy, that man. Yup. Old Man Mcgucket. Totally normal, regular old man, haha. Yeah. Him? A cult leader? Ridiculous!
In my perfect world where this AU is an actual fully animated show, the episode when the mystery twins first officially meet Fidds would be called "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" because fuck yeah baby. It sounds cool as FUCK.
When the twins meet Fidds, they somehow found someone with EVEN STRONGER cultist vibes than their grunkle.
"Come closer, kids! I don't bite."
"Tell me, children: How are you feeling? Anything... bad, happen lately? Anything you would like to forget? No? Well, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything you would like out of your head, anything at all. I would hate for youngens like you to be forced to deal with such... unsavorable memories. Better to have them gone and out of your head. You know what they say: Out of sight, out of mind." *boop*
I'm making him a manipulative conniving little rat with good intentions but utterly ABYSMAL execution (babygirl, you can't just go around deleting people's memories)
Since Fidds is actually the leader of the Society of The Blind Eye, the cult is a lot more organized and covert, and actually do their job pretty well.
Tate knows. He knows his father is hiding something from him, something dangerous, but he can't remember what. He tries to get the twins to stay as far away from his father as possible because, while he's certain his father won't actually hurt them, there is no telling what the kids might be getting involved with.
During the cult fight "episode", Mcgucket would be chasing the kids, Ford, and Bill around, but mostly just for the latter two rather than the children. He would never actually hurt the twins.
"Please, I'm trying to help you, kids! Don't you understand? KNOWING is what cost me my eyes; KNOWING might be what costs you yours, or worse, your life! You can't remember any of this. And I cannot in good conscience let that- that demon stay inside your Great Uncle's head to rot him from inside out like- like some kind of PARASITE."
And then bada bing, baba boom, the twins defeat Fiddleford and his weird cult and they survive with their memory instact and their Grunkles not dead, yipeee!!
Fidds disbands the cult and chucks himself into jail willingly, and casually just becomes the boss of all the other inmates there with his natural old man charms. He gets the Gideon treatment for his ending <3
It's okay, tho because Mabel and the others visit him sometimes just to chat and keep him company.
#DAMN I love making Fidds a slutty slutty old man in my AU... Let him slay!!!!!#my art#gravity falls#gravity falls au#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#stanford pines#ford pines#grunkle ford#stan pines#stanley pines#grunkle stan#mystery twins#pines twins#mabel pines#dipper pines#society of the blind eye#tate mcgucket#bill cipher#au lore#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#tw scopophobia
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CAOINEADH
Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Banshee!Reader Settings: Season 2, brief mention of moments from S3 to SKMD Summary: While wandering outside Dunholm with his mother, Sihtric is visited by a creature whose presence brings terrible news to his family. Years later, the Banshee returns to the mortal lands and Sihtric, now grown up and in the service of Uhtred, faces the consequences of a bad omen. But the tragedy also brings them closer together. Word Count: 5,2 K Warnings: Angst, mention of blood, mention of death, mention of main character death(s), human/monster romance, hopeful ending? , me writing Finan's Irish accent. A/N: After a long time, I'm back to writing for my favourite Dane rat boy. I'd somehow forgotten how much I loved and enjoyed writing for him, especially after a period of putting him aside for a while. This feels like I'm republishing a fic of his for the very first time, so I'm terribly nervous. I hope you like and enjoy it. If you find the ending a bit rushed, I'm sorry. I finished it while it was late at night in my timezone, and everything will be fixed eventually when I'm awake and more aware of my actions. Many thanks to @foxyanon , @legitalicat and @zaldritzosrose for helping me with the Banshee lore, for writing Finan's accent, for the emotional support, for the beta reading and last minute corrections, and to @sylasthegrim for the early beta reading and emotional support as well.
This fic is my entry and first submission to the Fan-Frankentober event, organized by @fandomeventcenter. Here the masterlist to take a look at the other works.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.
Header by me (template by @zaldritzosrose) Dividers by me and @zaldritzosrose
READ IT ON AO3 (COMING SOON)
Caoineadh: Irish and Scottish Gaelic pronunciation of "keening" (to cry, to weep); traditional form of the vocal lament for the dead in the Gaelic tradition.
By the time Sihtric stopped running, he had no more memory of the place he was in.
His hands, clenched into small fists, rubbed his tired eyes as he tried to scan the surroundings, looking for any detail that might help him orientate himself in the unknown space. He could not recognize the long tree trunks rising from the ground, their dry branches seeming to touch the twilight sky as he watched the sun's rays filter through the few remaining canopies.Â
The place was eerily quiet, the sound of the wind blowing and moving the branches and leaves on the ground the only sound to break the surreal yet disturbing atmosphere. He felt a shiver run down his spine and the little Dane suddenly hugged his shoulder, as if to hide his head between them like a turtle.Â
It was one of the few times he and his mother had left the strong walls of Dunholm together, Sihtric enjoying the fresh air of the forest while Elflaed was busy gathering flowers and herbs that he had little interest in. Sometimes his curiosity would get the better of him, his big, mismatched eyes fixed on Elflaed's wooden basket and how many herbs she had managed to gather. When his mother felt his eyes on her, she would patiently stop picking and crouch down beside him, patiently explaining what she was doing as she wrapped his small body around her, only to see her son wriggle out of her embrace soon after and play with small sticks nearby.Â
Sihtric was usually a quiet and obedient child: when his mother asked him to stay close to her, he obeyed without a fuss. That day, however, something caught his attention, a heartbreaking wail that filled his ears and shook his heart: it was a gentle but sad song that carried pain and sorrow, hiding a sense of concern and care towards to whom it was addressed. Armed only with a small stick and with curiosity teasing him, Sihtric dared to disobey his mother for the first time, and entered into the woods while leaving his mother behind.
And there he was, lost in an unfamiliar place, with nothing to defend himself but a small stick. He was too young to call himself a warrior, barely able to hold a knife, let alone wield a sword that was too heavy for his tiny hands and a shield properly. Hiding and fleeing was the only option he could take in case of real danger, for he had spent his whole life hiding from the wrath of his cruel father; but the surroundings would make the task impossible, as the tall and twisted trees casted long shadows, and the undergrowth cracked with every step he could take.
Suddenly, the silence of the forest was broken by the same sorrowful chant that dragged him in the deep of the woods. Holding his wooden stick in his hands, Sihtric moved carefully in the direction of the voice, trying not to make noise while the ground cracked beneath his feet.Â
The walk was short, and he found himself in front of a small lake he had never seen before. Squatting on the bank was a young lady in a blue gown, her black hair cascading down her shoulders like pitch-black watercourses, giving the little boy her back as she continued to sing her lament. Sihtric could hardly understand what she was doing, her head almost hidden beneath her shoulders, her hands working frantically to move the water in small ripples.
Holding his breath and trying to be as quiet as a mouse, Sihtric crept up behind her, lifting his small head and trying to find the right angle where he could see what she was doing underwater. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, fear and anticipation creeping into his bones as he felt the keening close to him, the chanting drawing him in even if he couldn't understand it. But as he crept closer, something beneath his boots cracked softly, and the sound was enough to make the lady turn and show her face to the boy.
It was the first time he met you.Â
Sihtric watched with frightened eyes as your icy blue gaze locked on his and a low hiss escaped your mouth, your pale complexion adorned by scarlet tears rolling down your eyes. Behind you, piles of clothes lay scattered on the grass, others dripping in the water that had lost its transparency and had become muddy with blood.Â
The little Dane found the strength to stand up and try to run away, but he soon fell, tripping over a stone behind him. Your ghostly presence, now calmed down after the initial fright, lightly approached him and crouched down. One of your slender hands rested on his cheek, your touch as cold as the death itself. But the words that came out from your lips were way colder, breaking the silence with your voice as soft as the silk but sharp as a piece of glass.Â
âShe cannot escape to the Other World.â
âShe?â âEscape from what?â âWhat is the Other World she is talking about?â These were the words that filled the boy's mind, filled with nothing but fear and the coldness of your touch. But soon Sihtric's tiny body was enveloped in a familiar warmth, and two arms lifted him from the floor. It was only when warm, trembling lips were pressed to his forehead that he recognised the touch of his mother, who had searched for him after losing sight of him.
âSihtric!â Elflaed cried while holding her son close to her. âWhy were you here all alone? I told you never to leave my side, never! Oh, my sweet boy!âÂ
The young Dane watched as he silently pointed to the spot where you appeared before him, but a cold realisation hit him as you were no longer there, gone like ashes in the wind.
Sihtric did not answer, too lost in his mother's warmth and love, and the bad omen you gave him still shook him to the core. He clung to her presence, and each time your words echoed in his mind, he sought comfort in his mother's presence, even when they left the forest and the warmth of her small hut welcomed them.
But a few days later, the opening of the Other World shook nature and its creatures. And his mother's soul was claimed after a long agony.
Standing outside Eoferwic, you looked up at the walls that surrounded the town, admiring the mix of Roman, Danish and Saxon architecture that was unfamiliar to you: you were there when the Romans laid the foundation stone on the ground, and the same souls were the first you guided to the Other World, announcing the sad event in the form of a manifestation to the families you watched over.Â
And you were called to do your duty again: to find the same boy you met years ago, to tell him that more of his family's souls will be claimed in the days to come. They will not be gentle and innocent like those of his mother and grandparents you guided through the other world: they were violent, reckless, stained with bloodâs innocents and sins far from forgotten. But it was up to the god or gods to decide where their souls would go in the afterlife.Â
Your pale eyes scanned the area, and when you found a small stream where you could wash the dirty clothes you were carrying, you walked over and dipped your hands into the cold water. You watched as your fingers swirled around the cloth and the water lost its translucency, a faint reddish tinge staining it.
The night was still, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees, lightly caressing your raven locks. You continued to scrub the clothes in the water as your wailing began, your lament filling the air and mingling with the sound of the rushing water as your eyes watered and scarlet tears rolled down your white face.Â
As on that night, something soft cracked on the ground and your wailing stopped. You lifted yourself from the ground and turned towards the sound, and soon found yourself crouched beside a young man, probably trying to sneak up on you without attracting attention.Â
He was a handsome man, the most beautiful your eternal eyes could ever have seen; his features sharp, his fair skin adorned with a few scars on his forehead, eyebrow and cheekbone, a knotted tattoo crossing part of his head, his dark hair cut at the sides and combed into three plaits and knotted at the back. These were features that were strangely familiar to you, your mind trying to remember when was the last time you saw him.Â
But it was his eyes that captured you the most. There was pain, melancholy and innocence in them - the same light you had found in the bicoloured eyes of the little Danish boy you had reached outside Dunholm. You felt a sudden flicker of recognition, your eyes widening slightly as you recognised that lost and frightened boy in the man he had become. The years had moulded him into a skilled warrior, but the softness of his eyes remained unchanged, you noted.Â
You chose a cautious approach, slowly closing the distance between you. You noticed his body trembling and his jaw clenching, his muscles not moving from where he was: it was still unclear to you whether he wasn't moving out of fear or anticipation.
âIt has been a long time, sweet boy,â you broke the silence, using the same nickname you had heard his mother call him. Sihtric stood frozen, partly enchanted by your ethereal appearance and your voice, as melodious as the birdsong at sunrise. Â
His eyebrows furrowed and his expression changed from alienation to curiosity: your figure was too familiar to him, but he could not remember where he had first met you.
 âDo⊠Do I know you, lady?â the Dane asked, holding his breath as the silent nod of your head answered his question.Â
You took a long pause before answering him, "You do, in a way," you said in a soft voice that carried the weight of your grief. You took a step closer, noticing that the Dane was shifting his incongruous gaze slightly away from you, "But I have known you since you were a little boy playing spy in the deep forest.â
One of your hands reached out and rested on his cheek, the cold touch awakening something in Sihtric that he thought he had buried deep in his heart. He remembered your figure knelt near the lake shore, your icy blue gaze that penetrated deep into his soul, the cryptic prophecy you had given him but he was too young to understand.And then he remembers the mother he lost, and how it was one of the last nights they wandered the Dunholm woods together, and how after her death the Dane desperately tried to find you to explain, but you never showed again.
Instinctively, one of his calloused hands reached for yours, shivering at the cold of your pale skin. But he never pulled you away: instead, he leaned against you, finding the softness of your touch endearing.
âI remember your touch,â he murmured shyly, lowering his gaze as it briefly met yours, fascinated by your pale eyes, âIt was you, all this time,â he continued, earning your satisfied hum.
âIt is your family that forged our bond,â you announced with a solemn tone, absently doing circles on his skin with your thumb, âIt was your motherâs souls that bound you to me.â
The mention of his mother made Sihtric snap back to reality, and pain filled again his mismatched eyes, âMy motherâs soul?â he repeated in a whisper, a slight trembling could be heard in his voice, âWhat did you do to her? Why didnât you save her?âÂ
His voice broke down when he asked his final question, and the red tears rolled down your cheeks furiously âWhy did you take her away from me?âÂ
âIt is not me who willingly chose to wrestle your mother from your arms,â you murmured softly, your other hand resting on his other cheek, cupping his face completely. Your thumbs gently wiped away his tears, and you could hear him draw in a sharp breath. Under the moonlight, you could see a faint blush in his cheeks.
âIt is fate that foretells a mortal's permanence in this world and how their entry into the Other World will come about,â you explained carefully, as if you were talking with a child. âIt is my duty to show myself to you and to guide you through the painful parts of death. Your pain is my own burning.âÂ
An uncomfortable silence fell over you, the weight of your words making it almost impossible for you both to speak. Finally, you summoned the courage to speak again, and your next words sent shivers down his spine.Â
âThe Other World is shaking, more souls from your family should be claimed,â You solemnly stated, and your words brought a sense of uneasiness and confusion in Sihtric.Â
âLady,â The Dane lowered his gaze, his cheeks burning at the sight of you, his body trembling at the surreality of the information he was receiving that night, âI have no family left outside my mother and my grandparents,â
You chuckled softly and shook your head, amused at his naivety, "Even if they neglect you, there are still ties of blood that fate will sever."
Sihtric clenched his jaw, his gaze darkening at the memory of a father who neglected you and looked at you with disgust only because he was guilty of being born a bastard, and of his half-brother who always looked at him with the same disgust for their father. The news of their imminent deaths brought him an unexpected sense of peace, and the chains of his tortured past will be broken forever: but he would fear how their deaths would affect him, when the damage they had done was far from repaired, and the memories of his past would knock furiously at his door, reminding him that no matter how hard he worked to forge his own path, he would forever be marked as a slave.
The Dane was about to open his mouth to reply to your words when a loud, rough voice called him out from a distance.Â
âSihtric! Come back here, yer little runt!â Finanâs voice brought him back to reality, forcing the Dane to shift his gaze and look at him.Â
âI am coming, Finan!â Sihtric replied to him as quickly as he could, so that he could face you and ask you about the fate of Kjartan and Sven in death.
But when he turned his eyes again, you were gone. And a sudden emptiness filled his heart and saddened his soul.
Later in the evening, the atmosphere within the walls of Eoferwich was playful and joyful. Warriors gathered around small tables outside, filling their stomachs with food and ale while telling stories of women, successful raids, or simply myths and legends from their homelands.Â
Sihtric's mind was elsewhere that night. It was common for the warriors who shared a seat at his table to see the young Dane so shy and taciturn, a pattern they justified from his earlier days as a slave in Dunholm, his eyes darting around while his body tensed at the proximity of the too many people in front of him.
But this time it wasn't the echo of his past that tormented him: it was you, your stunning, ghostly presence and melodious voice had bewitched him and altered all his senses. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, for he had seen you when he was a little boy, unaware that his world was about to collapse upon him and that he would have to rebuild it all by himself. Now that he was a young man and more aware of his own feelings and the world around him, it felt like a string pulling him towards you, longing for your touch and the way you spoke of destiny and its inexorable flow. And the mystery surrounding your figure made you even more desirable in his eyes, and he often wondered if he was facing a goddess herself.
Sihtric's thoughts about your figure were suddenly interrupted by Finan's speeches about his homeland, Ireland, its customs and its most famous legends. One in particular caught the Dane's attention, and he shifted his gaze from his reflection in the mug to the Irishman.
âI told yer tha these creatures ainât nothinâ but an omen of death!â Finan spoke with such emphasis, looking at Clapa and the few men at the table listening to him. When he felt Sihtric's gaze resting on him, he continued his story. âLegends say theyâll appear in front of yer, sometimes washing bloodied clothes, and theyâll cryinâ and wailinâ somethinâ terrible tha will hit ya family.â
Sihtric listened intently to Finan's words and felt his hand tremble as he gripped his mug of ale. He felt all the dots connect at once, especially when he saw you washing dirty clothes and singing a mournful chant, your wailing so tearful that it filled the listener's heart with sadness. He also remembered facing you twice and seeing the tears of blood leave your eyes.Â
There were no creatures like you in the Norse legends and beliefs, and Sihtric wondered how a creature from a different faith could become the spirit guardian of his family.
âI found a beautiful lady washing a pile of clothes not so far from here,â The Dane murmured against his will and soon the animated atmosphere died down and he shrugged as he felt all eyes on him. His mismatched eyes found the Irishman's brown ones and with a slight nod he silently ordered him to continue.
âShe was singing something,â Sihtric continued, his voice faltering slightly as he could feel the intensities of their gaze on him, âIt was a lament, something so heartbreaking that it chills the blood in your veins.â
His gaze rested on Finan while he spoke his last words, âShe brushed my skin and was cold at the touch. And then she was looking at me with her pale eyes, crying blood-â
âCryinâ blood, yer said?â the Irishman asked in an urgent tone, and Sihtric nodded his head. Then he reached for the Dane's shoulder and squeezed, but not too hard: Finan knew what the wrong touch could do to a former slave, especially one as young as Sihtric.
âThat woman you claimed to have seen before⊠Did ya know what a Banshee is?â Finan asked Sihtric, and received a shake of head as an answer. The Irishman sighed quietly, and leaned his face close to the Dane.Â
âThaâs the spirit I was talkinâ about before. Theyâre bound at yer family and theyâll come wailinâ and cryinâ blood while announcinâ the death of yer loved ones. She can be either a gorgeous woman or a vindictive old witch. Thaâs someone ainât to be trifled with, remember this.â
Sihtric gulped at Finan's description of the Banshee, which was nothing like what you really were. You were so gentle with him, taking care of his pain and not putting the burden of grief on his shoulders. How could such a sweet creature as you be the dangerous spirit that Finan described earlier?
âShe treated me with nothing but kindness, Finan,â the Dane replied almost innocently, and the Irishman grinned at his words.Â
âThen ya were a lucky bastard!â he retorted in an ironic tone, gently slapping Sihtricâs cheek and returning to his seat.Â
The conversations continued with more stories of the Banshees and Irish legends until Uhtred broke the mood by calling for Sihtric, who obediently rose and reached for his Lord. And after preparing the final strategies of war, everyone fell asleep, thinking of the battle they would face at Dunholm and how you would draw the veil of death over their heads.
After a day of celebration, Sihtric found an opportunity to sneak out of Dunholm fortress through the small door in the east wall used by the servants. He followed the small watercourse that flowed into the forest entrance and, armed with his sword and dagger, he walked into the heart of the forest, his movements light as a feather to avoid any upcoming dangers.
Once again, the prophecy you told him about your family proved true, and on the day of the battle both Kjartan and Sven were killed, their souls taken by you and sent to the afterlife. While the event lifted a great weight from Sihtric's shoulders, free at last to forge his own destiny without the cruel shadow of his father tormenting him, he wondered if you knew the difference between your afterlife and his, and if his father's soul did not rest beside Elflaed's. The image of Kjartan distressing his mother even in the afterlife made his heart skip a few beats: he would rather accept slavery under the cruel Lord of Dunholm than see his mother tormented in heaven, having found the peace she never had in life.
Finding you would be the only way for him to be reassured and to have the answers he wanted. But finding you would also mean surrendering to your cold touch, losing himself in your lifeless eyes that stirred emotions he could not believe he was feeling. Finan had warned him to be wary of spirits like you, but you were nothing more than a comforting presence at his side, a guardian who would watch over him even if he could not feel you.
Fortunately, Sihtric found the little spot where he had found the two of you the first time, remembering the details of the foliage and surrounding vegetation. And there you were, sitting near the shore, gazing out at the shimmering water, your presence quiet and not filled with your lamentations. When you appeared, Sihtric noticed how your pale face was cleared by your scarlet tears and held his breath at how even more beautiful you were without crying, the pale rays of the moon caressing your skin.
"You came," you said with a gentle smile as you stood up and approached him.
"I thought I would find you here, lady," Sihtric replied sheepishly, his cheeks turning red as he saw you closing the distance between us. He swore he had never seen such a beautiful creature as you.Â
"I realised I never asked what your name was," the Dane continued, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.Â
âNames are not important for eternal creatures like us,â you explained while you cupped your cheek in your hand, brushing his skin with your slender fingers, âyou do not need to know my name to feel close to me. I will always watch over you, Sihtric.â
âI refuse to believe a creature as beautiful as yours is deprived of a name that does her justice,â Sihtric replied, closing his eyes while abandoning himself to your touch, ignoring the lump that was forming in your throat.Â
You could not remember what your real name was, for you had forgotten it when death took you in its arms. You did not remember your former life as a young woman full of hopes and dreams, and how a violent death, coming from those closest to you, extinguished your light forever.
Ignoring all your thoughts, you shook your head and looked at Sihtric, who covered your hand with his calloused one and pressed his lips to your palm, feeling the coldness of your skin against his. It was a small gesture of affection that set a heart beating that you had forgotten you had, for it beat only with sorrow and grief.
"You claimed the souls of my father and half-brother today," it was Sihtric's turn to break the silence, wrapping his strong arms around your slender waist and pulling you close. Even though you were a ghost, you looked so real in his eyes and he was content to touch you and cradle your form.
"The doors of the Other World have indeed been opened to them," you replied, almost lost in his touch, "but for them there is another path to take, one filled with eternal pain and damnation."
The sight of his body tensing at your words saddened you, so you spoke quickly to reassure him, "Your mother and father have taken different paths in the afterlife. They will never meet again.âÂ
Sihtric felt another burden lifted from his shoulders, and his body suddenly became light: he was glad to see that his dear mother's soul was enveloped in the eternal light of beatification, while his father was probably rotting in the depths of Niflheim, surrounded by cold and darkness, for he died without a weapon in his hands. But even if he had gripped his sword tightly with his last breath, Sihtric did not believe that Odin would open the gates of Valhalla for him.
âThank you,â the Dane whispered softly, giving you the first sincere smile youâve ever seen while watching him growing up. His bicolored eyes shone with a renewed life, tasting that freedom he thought he could never have in his life.Â
But a new realisation hit him hard, and the light in his eyes was replaced by a look of suffering: your duties were done, and you would return to the veil that separates the living from the dead, and watch over him silently but without concealment. He was not ready to say goodbye to you, not after he had found a person who would treat you with kindness and make his heart beat faster, it mattered not if that person was a creature from the afterlife or not.
âDo not go, please,â Sihtric pleaded in a feeble voice, his jaw clenching as well as the grip he had on you, afraid that you might vanish at any moment. He moved your body close to his own, resting his warm forehead on your cold one.
âI have to, Sihtric,â you explained quietly, though you felt your eyes burning and your scarlet tears about to escape. âI am bound to the spirit world, preparing families for their upcoming deaths. You are a young warrior, with life burning inside you.â
You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the warmth his living body is giving to you, a warmth you used to radiate as well. And when you felt a rivulet of blood escaping from your eyes, Sihtricâs arms were quickly cupping your cheeks, wiping them with his tattooed fingers.Â
"One day, when the doors of the Other World open again and the veil between our worlds forms its rift, they will give me the call to take you, and only there will you be mine forever," you added, the words slipping easily from your tongue as you lifted your gaze and locked it in his eyes. You have never had anyone look at you with love in their eyes, not even in your previous mortal life. Sihtric was sent to you to show you that a damned spirit like you could be loved and deserve to be loved. But he was the right person at the wrong time.Â
âPromise you will live and wait for me until your hour will come.â
Sihtric took his time to calm down, closing his eyes and breathing slowly to calm the tears that were about to fall and to suppress the pain inside him. He thought he had found the right person to spend the rest of his life with, to take you as his wife and build a family with you. But he had to face the cold truth that you were not a living being and that you would soon have to leave his side.
The Dane opened his watery eyes again and looked at you with burning desire as he gently lifted your head with his hands. "I promise I will wait for you, my love," he swore, clutching his Thor's hammer with one hand, "and when that day comes and death takes him, I will be ready to go. And there I will be yours forever."
You both raised your faces to each other like a magnet drawing you close, sealing your eternal promise with a kiss that poured out all the love you both had carved out of each other, but that your time had not yet allowed. And when you reluctantly broke the kiss, you slowly turned and walked towards the small lake, your body disappearing into a cloud of mist that slowly dissipated into the air, the sound of a bird flapping its wings in the distance. Sihtric watched your disappearance with pain in his heart and watched over the lake until morning, when he returned to Dunholm to be reunited with Uhtred and the others.
Over the years, Sihtric had kept his promise and lived a true warrior's life, the once shy boy growing into a skilled warrior and confident man. He became one of Uhtred's most trusted allies and closest friends, and together with Finan and Osferth they wandered the borders of Mercia and Wessex, the Danelaw and East Anglia, eventually reclaiming Bebbanburg for Uhtred, who reclaimed his birthright and became its lord.
Feeling that you were always watching over him, you only appeared sporadically to bring him and his band of friends bad news: it was your job to inform him of the impending deaths of Gisela and Thyra while he was at Coccham, to warn him of Father Beocca's death before their first attempt on Bebbanburg fortress, and to claim Osferth's soul at Rumcofa. Uhtred was next, succumbing after a long and arduous battle, followed soon after by Finan, too old to even stand properly on his feet.
You were at his side, emptying his heart of grief as his mouth claimed yours in fleeting kisses before you went back to hide in the veil. You watched Sihtric grow old over the years, loving every single wrinkle on his face and every white hair that appeared over the years, while to him you were always the same young woman he fell in love with when he was a young and inexperienced lad.
And when he grew old and grey, surrounded by nothing but the walls of Dunholm, of which he had become lord, he felt the doors of the Other World open and a bird flap its wings, followed by the sound of a gash. With dying eyes and a tired smile, he watched you keep your own promise and claim his soul as he breathed his last, and feeling his body rejuvenated by the effects of eternal life, he took you by the hand as you reached the gates of the Other World, and with a long, desperate kiss, you sealed your eternal life together, and your souls at last lived and rested in peace.
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vampire!girlfriend headcanons - Rafe Cameron
warnings: shooting, blood, mentions of smut
author's note: who wouldn't love a vampire girlfriend who is a little bit crazy and also deeply cares for you?
the vampire lore is wonky bc I decided to just use the best bits of my favorite vampire medias and add a little bit of my own spice to it
kinktober masterlist
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who meets him for the first time at the funeral of her great-great-great-great-grand-daughter Sheriff Peterkinâs funeral.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who just stands on the side, observing the service.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who can practically smell the guilt coming off the Camerons but can't pinpoint who it is because of the whole mix of trauma and sadness in the air.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who gets spotted by Rafe when she tries to leave without anyone noticing.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who lets him believe he is chasing her before she runs off and leaves him wondering who she is.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who decides to sneak around and spy on the Camerons, especially Rafe and Ward.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who figures out that they are responsible for the death of her family.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who isn't sure if she should make them pay for it or not, after all she never knew the Sheriff.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who decides it's easier to figure Rafe out and get him to trust her than Ward.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who pics up his habits by following him and starts to appear in the same places he loves to go to, but she never stays long enough for him to be able to hit her up.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who lets him think he caught her when he manages to finally get her pulled to the side and flirts with her in the most rich guy way ever.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who plays the role of his new Bunny for a week or two before things start to go down.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who notices how little Rafe sleeps and how much more he does drugs to keep up with all that is wrong in his life.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who offers her help, but all he wants is her body.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who uses her powers to let Rafe forget that he told her all about his life in each small session after they fucked.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who doesn't like drinking from him, so she won't. it's clear that Rafe is on the right way into an early grave and for some reason she doesn't want to support him in it.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who keeps telling him to ask for help, but she didn't expect him to be denied by his own family.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who is the only one who Rafe feels like he can trust after he gets back from Nassau.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who listens tentatively when he explains it all, for the first time from his own free mind, and she doesn't even flinch when he tells her that he killed Peterkin.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who is so close to killing him for it, but she notices a pattern in Rafe's behavior, and she cannot blame him for the murder, not fully. after all, she herself is a killer in many ways.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who promises him to keep his secret safe.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who gets introduced to the family as his girlfriend shortly after, simply because it's easier that way than having to explain why the same random girl kept staying over.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who threatens Ward to clean Rafe's name because it is literally the only thing Ward can still fix after he fucked up his son so massively.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who helps Rafe deal with the grief of losing Ward, even tho she knows he didn't die.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who gets caught downing a blood bag from the hospital by Wheezie but luckily no one believes the little rat.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who nearly chokes when Rafe âaccidentallyâ cuts himself in the bathroom after they had sex, and she forces herself to stay but no matter how much his coked up blood will fuck her up, she's too hungry.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who sucks on Rafeâs wound while he holds her in his arms as if she wasn't capable of ending his life in the matter of milliseconds.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who asks Rafe to get clean if he wants to have her for himself, and he agrees, at first.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who wants to help him get out of the whole his dad shoved him in and that was dug deeper by the day, but he keeps having relapse after relapse until he has to leave for a longer trip.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who promises him that if he manages to stay clean for a year, she will turn him and give him all the power he always wanted.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who is only looking out for him because she believes Sheriff Peterkin wouldn't have wanted Rafe to have no future at all.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who gets frustrated when Rafe keeps calling her, telling her if she would just turn him, getting clean wouldn't hurt so much.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who knows exactly why he needs to get clean and stay clean, considering that he would have a super high chance of turning into a Ripper if he doesn't get his addiction under control.
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who never really planned on turning him and isn't really surprised when he doesn't show much interest in her anymore after he got clean.Â
â Rafeâs vampire girlfriend who decides to leave him and the past behind and never return to Kildare, because her last descendant was killed by the young man she almost fell in love with.Â
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RAT SONS LORE DUMP #1
THE HAMATO FAMILY
okay so im looking at my first few character sheets and theres a little bit of lore/context i want to give just to clarify, specifically about the last generation (of humans) in the Hamato lineage
(long text heavy post ahead!)
so background:
in the 03 version of tmnt The Ancient One (who is not a Hamato) essentially adopts three children: Hamato Yoshi, Yukio Mashimi, Tang Shen (girls dont get surnames i guess??) They seemed to have been explicitly raised as siblings. Still, love triangle trope was hungry ig. Both boys fell in love w Tang Shen and she fell for Yoshi. to which Mashimi said âalright betâ and killed her. i cant even laugh at him for his pathetic Nice Guy âi was nice to you for years and u wont have sex with me???â tantrum cos like. sir, that is ur sister. boy howdy. all of yall need to go meet some other people.
mostly i chalk that whole mess up to the fact that the writing of women in most media in the early 2000s lacking like idk?? any actual characterization?? an ounce of consideration??? not a single braincell?? they were mostly just there to be a means to some plot trope, rather than an actual character in and of themselves â like im amazed april came out as lovely as she did, with her own like life and skills and autonomy (her big sis vibes in 03 are so so nice, and tbh i love her whole character a lot â still lots of misogyny moments in her writing too but im not trying to do an analysis into that rn)
so anywho!!
for the rat sons au, i decided to go ahead and scrap all the incesty undertones (idk, are those undertones? seems p straight up to me?) and completely revamp the origins of The Ancient One, Tang Shen and Yoshi <3 (and Mashimi too ig, but he essentially got cut out entirely. sucks to suck ya entitled lil douche)
Here's the general lowdown
So, the Hamato clan is one of the oldest and well established in all of Japan. The family rose to prominence in the feudal period of Japanâs history, due to their collective skill in the art of ninjutsu, their dedication, stealth, and discretion. Like most ninja, they were assassins available to hire, either for killing or simple sabotage, for politics or personal matters â though no matter the task, a Hamatoâs loyalty was always to the head of the Family over their client.
Beyond their reputation as a ninja clan though, the Hamatos also had a reputation for being extremely generous to their community and highly protective of the less fortunate. (think kinda Al Capone vibes, like oh these bitches hella dangerous. but also. will def tip over $100 sooooâŠ) This did lead to occasional conflict of interests during assignments/contracts. Most Hamatos would then seek the advice of the head of the family, and follow their lead, be it to the benefit of their client, or not.
(This also led to several members either abandoning the clan, or being killed by their clients for failed action etc etc)
As time passes and we reach the mid twentieth century or so, there is only one final heir to the Hamato lineage. A young man, named Hamato Sho. Sho spent his youth trying to serve his family and honor their name etc etc etc. But ultimately, this got him caught up in a lot of corrupt powerful nonsense that he eventually walked away from after the death of his friend.
This friend had left behind a young daughter, Tang Shen. Since he knew she had no other family to claim her, Sho took her in, expecting to only be a temporary foster at most. Surprise! this quiet five year old kiddo melted old mans cynical heart to absolute mush. his daughter now bitch.
He only ever adopted the one child, and he adored her sm. and he tried his best to be a good papa. he nurtured her curiosity and engaged in her interests and taught her everything he knew, without ultimatums or concerns about family names. at times he could have probably been considered very lax in his parenting, or far too lenient or undisciplined, but as a kid that grew up suffocated by watching eyes and guiding hands and Destiny capital D, i think that by giving his child room to be her own person and do her own shit (especially in her teenage years) he was in fact showing her a level trust and pride than he never had been given himself. basically he did everything he could to give her the exact opposite childhood he himself had (like rise splints <3)
Because of Shoâs encouragement, Tang Shen grows up to be a very independent soul, whos never met a problem she can jerry-rig, bodily move, or roundhouse kick into being fixed. She also becomes a fucking badass ninja master (and mystic warrior, lol) though mostly all she wants in life is the maintain the quiet little farm her father has started. maybe kiss the cute boy from town who walks her home sometimes (even though he lives the other direction.)
Meanwhile, Yoshi (surname pending) is in fact not a Hamato. Yet, at least. he, however, is that cute boy from town who walks home with Tang Shen most days and has been absolutely smitten with her since like fourth grade lol
(theyre besties for like a decade before they officially start to date. They get together finally after Tang Shens been trying to figure out a good date idea (one that isnt just something they already do) to ask him on for like a month, and Yoshi just leans over and kisses her goodbye super casual one day cos he thought they already had been dating for like. six months. cue her delight and his abject horror (he never wouldve kissed her if he didnt think that was already established as okay. p sure he even like asked her before randomly like, hey is it alright if i kiss u goodbye? and she was like ????? ok??? is this cos of ur european studies class. theyre both very silly) shes gonna tease him so bad about all of this. and tell Sho. Yoshi will never know peace again /affectionate)
Mashimi doesnt make any real appearance in their story i dont think. Like he might be a friend of Yoshiâs in elementary school. probably had a tiny start of a crush on Tang Shen when they were small and tried to take the âpull pigtails on the playgroundâ route of getting her attention. what he got was a kick to the chest and a broken nose. never came near her again after that. (eventually started avoiding Yoshi too since he was with Tang Shen all the time)
All that being said though, im afraid Tang Shen is not fully free of curse of the unwanted suitor. The Hamato name still carries a fair amount of pull, after all, and there are some very dangerous people looking to make some claim to its influence.....
#rat sons#rat sons lore#tmnt au#if u read all of that i am mentally giving u a lil smooch on the forehead đ#imma queue up the first character sheet to drop tomorrow morning i think?#itll be Sho's btw#im so invested in my version of the last of the human hamatos its so sad#they are like#purely background#only come up in stories splinter tells the boys#but i love them sm <3
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what i think your favorite PO boxer says about you
based on my biases and a year of experience (if you get mad over how i talked about your fave im going to turn you into a can of spam)
first time ive ever maxed out the tags
if i missed your fav tell me âŒïž
doc louis - you have good taste and are starving for content about him, you really are a survivor
little mac - you either project onto him or just like calling him your son
glass joe - you have a thing for pathetic men (understandable tbh) and like calling him a wet cat since he fits that desc well
von kaiser - same thing as joe but add a hint of "oh no hes hot"
disco kid - you literally have no enemies i love you so much its not even funny (platonic)
king hippo - my god you are good at making up lore, how the fuck do you make a solid personality for a character that only roars and grunts
piston hondo - im 100% youre a saint, no hondo fan i met has ever been unpleasant to talk with
bear hugger - you either see him as a father figure or just think hes hot or (secret third option) you like making jokes about him being a disney princess, either way youre cool
great tiger - oh you have been here for a long time, literally every great tiger fan i know has been in the fandom since 7.000 BC or something, also youre prob really good at art
don flamenco - you use the word "cunty" on a daily basis or just like making fun of his stupid bald head, also yes he has eyeliner on 100%
aran ryan - you'd overthrow a goverment for this greasy rat, youre extremely extremely gay and/or neurodivergent and thats very good for you, you also like making him say lad and have had to go ankle deep in irish slang when making him speak in fanfics
soda popinski - ive never seen someone have soda as their fav, hes always 2nd place somehow so im just gonna go take a shot in the dark and say you like the color pink (mental gymnastics who??)
bald bull - you are a mixed bag, i gen cant put a finger on what kind of personality bull stans have but i can say you either find him hot or like making fun of him, maybe both
super macho man - least serious people ever with some traumatizing lore for the boxers & their own ocs, you prob make him say bogus 88268292 times in a sentence and i can respect that
mr sandman - ive only seen 2 (two ) ppl who have him as their fav and its kinda sad, youre starving for content of him and i wish you the best
birdie mac - hes your son (im not elaborating)
gabby jay - same thing as joe but you went over the top with liking dilfs
narcis prince - gay. gay gay homosexual gay. you went for the self obsessed blonde twink and you thought it wasnt obvious?? you fucking homosexual
heike kagero - youre 1000% queer, sorry to be a broken record about the gay thing but ur fav is literally a man with long hair & makeup that has to be some flavor of queer
hoy quarlow - you are/were another ancient punch out fan, you def shitpost a lot
bruiser bros - where are you??? ive gen never met a bruiser bros fan and its concerning like dude where did u go
texas mac - im sorry but you dont exist, ive never ever seen a texas mac fan, not even someone who mentions him
mad clown - you foul clownfucker. you have weird taste in characters you find hot and tbh im all here for it
masked muscle - same thing as texas mac but theres a slight chance you exist, if you do please show yourself
dragon chan - another punch out ancient fan, you probably were most active in 2013-2019 and kinda miss old shitposts and have either moved on or dont participate much anymore
spo aran - (this is mostly for Charlie but i have hope that theres some other spo aran fans out there) youre probably looking for other spo aran fans, goodpeed soldier, goodpeed
mask x - you arent getting away with this fuck you
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Apologies if you've answered this somewhere: for your Amaranthine 'verse, are there any "hybrid" animal folk? On one hand, kwillow's Theo has a rat and a stoat as parents, but Theo himself is a rat (with his mother's coloring, but still a rat). On the other, Ambroys very clearly looks like a cross between a horse (father) and Something Else (Celestial mother). In the middle is Hayden's one night stand with the cat barmaid, which resulted in a child with a bunny's snout/tail, a flatter catlike face, and bunny ears a biiiit too wide and pointed to be 100% "bunny."
I'm super curious about the genetics of it as well as the social aspect (i.e. is son considered a bunny/cat/both by his peers?). It's one of my favorite bits about anthro worldbuilding!
Hybrids exist, but are pretty rare!
Typically, children will just inherit their species from one parent or the other. Hybridization is very unusual and typically is limited to one or two very minor traits--like the child of a rabbit having slightly longer ears, the child of a weasel having a noodlier build, the child of a carnivore having fangs, etc. In almost all cases, the dominant species of the child is very clear, and the hybrid traits tend to be very recessive--rarely preserved beyond one generation.
Particularly in the Western Kingdom, though, hybrid children do have a reputation for being unlucky, an ill omen, or even outright cursed (depending how superstitious the person you're asking is). There are a few reasons for this⊠the simplest is that hybrid traits are sort of a "birth defect" that can sometimes present along with other health issues. Though not all hybrids are frail and sickly, any concern about a child's susceptibility to illness was a huge deal in rural peasant villages that already tended to have high childhood mortality rates.
Over time, the perception of hybrid children = ill omen became warped and exaggerated. Western Kingdom folktales sometimes cast hybrids as vaguely supernatural trickster characters, such as tales of mysterious changeling babies whose hybrid traits eventually revealed them to be half Infernal.
For this reason, the actual frequency of hybrid traits is probably greatly under reported⊠anyone who can hide or ignore or lie about their hybrid traits probably will. Though most Western Kingdom superstitions fell away after the collapse of the old kingdoms, some degree of stigma in Post-Fall society remains. No one seriously thinks a sheep with fangs is half Infernal anymore (most don't believe that Infernals and Celestials even exist), but it will still probably be passively assumed that a hybrid is less fit for difficult labor, among other things.
Half Celestial and Half Infernal offspring work a bit different⊠they're always technically "hybrids", but specifically hybridize in such a way that they take the form of mythological creatures (unicorn, dragon, cockatrice, etc). I'll let Kwillow talk more about this when she discusses Ambroys' mother since she's been the one working on this section of the lore, but Half Celestials are most certainly seen as a blessing. Half Infernals⊠well, fear of them is part of the reason hybrids are stigmatized in the first place, so suffice to say they have it rather rough. How severe the stigma is varies across cultures and tends to be worse in the rural West, better in cities, and pretty much completely absent in much of the Eastern Kingdom.
In the Post-Fall present day, nobody believes Celestials, Infernals, or their offspring exist anymore... aside from those who know about The Kingdom of the Sun.
Also, once in a while, a hybrid is born whose traits are so blended that their parent species are difficult to determine. These very unlucky individuals are referred to as "chimeras" and tend to have shorter life expectancies, among other things. We may be seeing a character who fits this description eventually. :P
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BMW Journal Entries: The Three Tigers
Let's talk about the lore surrounding the three tigers from chapter 2! Bit of a sad story
Part 1 is about the monkeys from Mount HuaguoPart 2 is about Sun Wukong's armor pieces (and insight on his personality)
In chapter 2 of Black Myth Wukong, you can fight in total of three tigers, and what dya know their lore is connected too!
"Tiger Vanguard"
Unlocked by finding the Secret Location in chapter 2. He is the father of both Mad Tiger and Tiger Vanguard
He shows up in the original JTTW novel, and is the Yellow Wind Sage's vanguard.
His two sons are not mentioned in the original novel, but mentioned in the BMW journal entries
The guard rushed in to report. Out came two tiger cubs who hailed the vanguard as their father and made their courtesies. The older cub asked, "Where did you find this pale-faced monk?" The vanguard laughed. "A stroke of luck! I was patrolling the mountain and chanced upon him." The younger cub, overjoyed, said: "Well done, Father! Teach me how you did it someday." [...] The two young tigers followed their father out. The elder muttered, "Master has always devoured mortals without a second thought. There should be something he left unsaid." The younger added: "He seems almost⊠afraid of that mortal." Their father snapped: "You know nothing of the powers of our master! Long seasons have I served him. How could he shrink before any other?" The brothers exchanged glances but said no more. Scarcely half a day had passed when the master sent for them again. It was Sun Wukong challenging upon their gate. The Tiger Vanguard requested to face him, but the master demurred, "I fear you cannot prevail against him. You may well be wounded, and you must not then impute blame unto me." The vanguard's sons urged him to reconsider, but he paid them no heed. "Rest assured, you! Wait only until I return!"
Spoiler alert, he never returned cause Zhu Bajie killed him
In the secret location, we do not "kill" him after the battle, he accepts your strength and then allows you to go see the his master, the Yellow Wind Sage
Tiger Vanguard
the elder of the two tiger cubs. His father was the "Tiger Vanguard"
had to fend for themselves after their father died
Were in charge of other lesser yaoguai and looked out for them, their father taught them how to survive
managed to govern the yaoguai, things looked good. The mortals were happy about it and built a temple worshipping the tigers, the Crouching Tiger Temple
Younger brother - Mad Tiger - jealous as the mortal only worshipped the elder tiger
Yellow Wind Sage returns with a bunch of yao guais in tow, Mad Tiger blames the Sage for their father's death.
Both brother try to fight the Yellow Wind Sage and his minions, the elder going after the rat guais and the younger going after the Yellow Wind Sage himself
Yellow Wind Sage uses the severed head he carries (that has SWK artifact inside) to beat Mad Tiger. He is wounded badly.
Tiger Vanguard kneels down and begs for mercy to spare his brother's life
Yellow Wind Sage is like "ayo I know you two and I don't hold grudges. Have the title your father previously had and serve me". Eldest tiger became the new Tiger Vanguard for Yellow Wind Sage
Mad Tiger woke up, is not happy that his brother is the Tiger Vanguard and serving the yaoguai he deemed responsible for their father's death. Leaves and cuts off any family ties they had. sad.
In the Tiger Vanguard's eyes, that yellow-furred rat had twice destroyed his family and left them broken and scattered. He hated him for that, but he was no fool. As long as the rat had protection from the higher ones, what more could a tiger do beyond venting his rage by devouring a few lesser rats each day?
btw, the rat yaoguai were former humans. there's a lot to unpack there too so let's just throw the entire luggage away
Tiger's Acolyte
Not a tiger, but plays an important role to the Mad Tiger's story
Wandering swordsmand, who fell in love, settled down and they have a child
Wife and child both became ill, wife died, child is gravely ill. Sickness is caused by the wind from the Yellow Wind Sage
Hears about a Bodhisattva that can cure the illness, sets out with his sick son to find them
hears a tiger roar coming down from a well in a village, and like every horror movie protagonist ever, climbs down the well to check it out
finds a wounded tiger, our Mad Tiger
Mad Tiger pretends to be his brother, says he is revered by the village, he has a temple, but he was ambushed by lesser yaoguai and is now hiding and recovering
Swordsmand has his doubts, asks around, they say it's true, he goes back and begs for help
Mad Tiger has a magical gourd, gives the child a sip and child gets better
Mad Tiger says if he brings him human sacrifices to eat, he can recover and beat the Yellow Wind Sage and then heal the child completely
Swordsman wasn't sure at first, but saw his kid getting better each day, playing with the village child, so he agrees and starts leading villager down the well, thinking this will help the tiger recover and thus also helping his son fully recover
Villager found out what he did, and beat his son to death
The man was consumed by regret and drew the sword he had sealed away for years. He fell upon the villagers, and one by one, he cut them down, until the streets ran red with blood. Then, alone, he set out into the shifting sandstorm, lost in the ever-howling wind.
Mad Tiger
Mad Tiger got the magical gourd from his brother
Human child he saved is very polite and earnestly thanked the Mad Tiger for his help. Mad Tiger realizes it feels nice to be thanked and praised
Tells them to come back every day to take a sip otherwise the kid would get sick again
Kid calls Mad Tiger "Tiger God and shares his food, toys and stories from his life
Gave the gourd to the father and son duo, and kids health improved more and more each day
Stopped getting visits, thought they might have run off with his gourd so he left his well to go look for them
Walks into a horror scene, there is blood everywhere. Find the boy's body in a little coffin, the gourd still hanging around his neck
Tiger Brother carried the coffin back to the bottom of the well. He decided to wait until he was strong enough. One day, he would stop that cursed wind and sandâŠ
Here is the cutscene of the ghost of the little boy leading SWK down the well and the intro the Mad Tiger boss battle
When you beath him, he says "I have yet to avenge my father..."
After you beat him, there is a single coffin in the cave. It plays a special cutscene, where you see the Destined One hesitating, before opening it - most likely because he knew what was inside. I can't find a video of the DO opening the coffing, but here is a video of what is inside the coffin: a human skeleton.
EDIT: here is a video of DO opening the coffing, massive thanks to @cosmic-fantasizer for providing the link
My thoughts/interpretation/word vomit:
From the tiger's story, it is clear that the Yellow Wind Sage ruined both families.
I didn't feel very strongly for the Tiger Vanguard (the elder tiger brother) because it took me fucking forever to beat his ass and at that point it was just personal and I really thought he was a dick eating humans all day long at his temple lol. But man now I just feel so sorry for all of them (even though they are all doing horrible things)
The Tiger Vanguard only surrendered to save his brother's life, and in turn also lost the only family he had left. But he was also eating on the rat yaoguai that used to be humans.
The Mad Tiger, who also lost his brother, and "found" a new one in the little kid, that praised and adored him, and played with him and shared his every day life stories with him. I think it's easy to say that he only did it so the child's father would bring humans to feast on (and I think the Tiger's Acolyte saw this all as transactional too), buuuut I think he truly came to care for the kid. He gave the kid the gourd, knowing there is risk they could just book it, and then carried the entire coffin back to his well after he found out he was beaten to death. I think that at first, his goal was to get stronger and beat the Yellow Wind Sage to avenge his father (which is what he says when he dies), but based on the journal entry, I think that it was also to avenge the little kid that became his friend.
Sure, the Mad Tiger was trying to get stronger to avenge his father, maybe the kid, BUT he was still eating the villagers to get stronger everyday.
Same goes for the Acolytes, yes he was doing it all for his kid, BUT he was still leading innocent people down to their death. And in turn, the villagers beat up his son to death, and then he also massacred the whole village.
I think as a player, it's easy for us to just go in and boink some enemies several times because they are in our way, and well we need the EXP to level up asap to get through the game. After deep diving into each character and reading their entires, I do appreciat that none of the characters are sorted into the good and bad archetype - rather there are different shades of greys. Overall the tiger's story are on of my favorite side stories in the game
To close up this post, here is a photo of the tigers after I am through with them:
#the ham talks#black myth rambling#black myth wukong#sun wukong#mad tiger#tiger vanguard#black myth wukong journal entries
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Garbage Rat Lore Compilation - Complete Season 1
I found the notes!! If you donât care about Oli the Garbage Ratâs life story as Season 1, keep scrolling. Otherwise learn more below the cut. Information is vaguely ordered chronologically from when itâs mentioned in the stream. Any new information relevant to old details are appended to the end or placed nearby.
Note: Oli is an unreliable narrator; do not take every fact written here as truth. CC! Oli has stated that Rat! Oli has a terrible memory and is full of contradictions. This compilation is in part here to help piece together what parts are truth and what parts are fiction.
If I choose to do it there will be a separate post for streams in Season 2, maybe including all this prior information with new information added on.
Family/Friend Deaths
His father was drinking water out of a toilet in a night club in Central Sheffield. A drunk person sat down and it all went dark, then he was flushed. Oli says if his tail was longer he couldâve pulled him out and saved him implying he was there when it happened. He also told Shelby that part of the reason their father drowned was from trying to help people too much. His father was flushed in 2005, when Oli was 13 (said OOC so it isn't him rambling). He said that his father went to the bathroom in order to put on a maid outfit before he was flushed. He mentions that the toilet was in the nightclub of "corp." As of Stream 8 he said he was over his father's drowning. Oli implies that he flushed his father by saying there's a cycle and one day he'll be flushed by his son, though it's possible his brother flushed his father (OOC it was clarified that Oli is the one that pulled the lever)
His mother died when he was young (long before his father died) to various unspecified rat diseases. He also has a bladder infection he got from his mom which may have been one of the diseases that killed her. Oliver told him they thought his mom died to a "denim disease" and Oli agreed that that is true. Says that his mother probably got diseases from the NY water, and that no normal disease could've killed her. Says his mother got denim disease from jeans
His grandma died to a spider
His little brother, twitch, died in a stream
His sister was cooked alive
His grandpa fell and went splat
His grandma fell to her death. Itâs unspecified if this is a separate grandma to the spider one
States he has a dead uncle
Oliver was murdered with a knife after Oli hired Martyn to kill them. Oliver is included as they were his friend during the majority of Stream 1 and Oli even told them that they could be his new family
Cats ripped some of his family to shreds, specifically he mentions his âsister twice removedâ (some fleas in chat speculated this meant his sister named âtwiceâ was âremovedâ from the world by cats since sisters by definition canât be twice offset a generation). A cousin was also ripped to shreds by cats
His aunt twice removed lived in a paint can, but the fumes got to them and drove them crazy before they eventually perished from the fumes. Note: this aunt was only referred to with they/them pronouns. Also, âaunt twice removedâ would typically be called a âgreat-grand auntâ
A whole âflockâ of his cousins were in a pizza box together when a human found them and threw them all into a composter where they died
His friend Remy, from Paris, was found dead after bleeding out on a carpet
Had a step father who died as well. Causes unspecified and itâs unclear which of his parents his step father was married to
His wife died
His uncle fell out a window and went splat, he doesnât know for certain if his uncle was pushed. He was there and saw it happen with his own eyes. Unclear if this is the same uncle mentioned in stream 1 with no specified death
Brother was caught by the tail by an infant and died (unclear what the child did to the brother to kill it)
His "Evil Aunt" tried to poison him before she ultimately died. He was still sad to see her go
His Uncle Philip was a chain smoker
His best friend Martyn was killed by his own hand during a fight to the death over whether or not Oli murdered Apo (Martyn threw the fight). Oli later says that Martyn is an honorary family member after he sacrificed himself
Mother twice removed ate bad cheese and died
Lost a lot of brothers to a sinkhole in NYC he calls "The Thames." Believes that The Thames in England slowly drifted there from NY
His lover Christopher was eaten by a fox
His "ancestors" died to denim related diseases
Sister "twice removed on his cousin's side" died by falling down a lit chimney as though they were a log.
A sister died at 23
A brother was run over by a taxi in the big city
Step father "twice removed" was eaten by his father before being flushed
Believes Shubble died from a cat incident while he was in the bar. Also something about her turning into a pumpkin (not in my notes but was reviewed in the recap stream).
Locations in his Life
Lived and grew up in Sheffield. Was in Sheffield when his father died at age 13, says he's "from Sheffield" as opposed to New York because that's where his father died. He also believes that Sheffield is the capital of England
Lived for a while in a chalet in Paris. Had a good friend named Remy while living there. One of the last meals Remy made for him was shrimp. Also, Remy is Elâs great uncle. Remy regularly would give him frogs that were going to be served. Also, Oliver was Remy's lawyer when the place was sued for poor hygiene
Also in Paris, he spent time living on the streets. Here, he knew street cats that were just like the street rats. Shubble also lived in the streets of Paris at the same time as him, sometimes Remy gave her some food
Also in Paris, he possibly did some modeling or knew models as he is familiar with the amount of direction they are given when posing. He also learned lessons of love during his time here, such as, "love comes at you fast and then it falls down a drain" (this may be a reference to a dead lover and possibly the dead wife he mentioned once)
Implied that heâs visited London as he âknows the typeâ of rat that never left London. Itâs possible heâs stereotyping without ever having been there himself but heâs been to stranger places so itâs not a stretch for him to have visited
Spent some time in the trash of New York. Witnessed a lot of crime there. His sister Shubble considers herself to be from New York instead of Sheffield. Has never paid for an MTA subway ticket. He also learned "The Two-Step Rat" dance in Brooklyn. He is familiar with money laundering from when he lived in New York. Says "NY does not have charity" and that NYC is so big people don't notice or care about rats. He learned to move on the ice because of his life in the frozen NYC sewers. During the winters, he would huddle for warmth in the NYC bins
In NYC his mother would eat metal from the billboards, modeled for the Statue of Liberty, and made the city what it is today (gave the rats rights and guided them there).
Also while in NYC he knew a rat named Master Splinter
Has been to New Orleans and saw Hamilton there
Says he was born in the wilderness before the big city
Says he's been to Rio and ate lots of serrano sausages there. Seems to think people in Rio primarily speak Spanish
Claims he was in the Titanic. Specifically the ship, not the movie. Since this is impossible time wise he is either completely fabricating this memory or was on another ship modeled or named after the Titanic
Says he's been trapped like Apo (meaning by an exterminator) before in "the big city". It is unclear which big city he means as he's been to several
Claims he doesn't know the sea because he's from the city
He believes that "New York" is the entire world, thinks Sheffield & England are in NY. Also believes he's been to every bin in the world.
Health Issues
He is 80% alcohol & 20% garbage
Has a bladder infection
He is pretty sure his body literally cannot handle normal food. After several weeks in the house he now will eat literally anything he is given (but has a special place in his heart for garbage), however, as of Stream 6 he found that eating this cleaner food & drink has resulted in creamier poops & funny insides. He says that fresh food often makes his teeth hurt; sometimes his gums bleed when he bites something that isn't rotting. He prefers his drinks & cheese moldy.
His tail has been gnawed short by gnats
He is balding from lack of nutrients (not really visible on the skin so either he means his hair is thinning or there are missing patches of fur under his clothes)
Had lice as a child
Heâs pretty sure his brain cells are rotting
Has a weak heart which he thinks is due to a lack of potassium. He also said he has "bees in his heart" (not sure if this means arrhythmia but that would be my best guess)
Poops a lot due to his poor diet
Instead of fleas, he considers chat to be voices in his head. He still has fleas like any other rat, but doesn't talk to or hear them
Says he is so small due to a lack of calcium and potassium
He has lost some of his fingers in the walls
Is fully aware he has memory issues; as of Stream 4 he has already forgotten who wrote "HELP" on the walls of his house and thinks it may have even been himself & he just forgot
He has gotten metal lodged in his esophagus. He eats iron in particular because he doesn't get enough iron in his normal diet
Oli says he's had to eat his own poop to survive in his past. Worth noting that Shubble notes she has never had to do that
He does keep clean by taking dirt baths occasionally
According to Shubble he "smells like pee & rotting vegetables"
He has bad eyes
After the ratsgiving feast resulted in a much larger poop than usual he tells Oliver that he doesn't have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, instead he claims his bowels are "friendly & kind, unlike [himself]"
He hasn't changed shirts in 20 years
His teeth are sensitive to the cold
He would eat baby powder as a baby to grow stronger
Parental Relationships
His father was the last person to love him, his mother loved him too but she died first
One of his parents is in heaven and the other is in hell, did not specify which is where
His mom didnât love him anymore when she was dying
He says a cat (Oreo) was acting âjust like his motherâ when the cat attacked him soon after they shared a sweet moment together
His mom is the only person who ever gave him gifts, his father was always too busy. During Christmas, his mother would always take the gifts back as they could only afford enough presents for one person and she was "greedy"
He believes his father went out of his way to help others too often
His father disapproved of the family living a non-trash life style
His father was a working class man, and Oli says the Janitor sometimes reminds him of him
Called El his mom by accident when she punched him; also saying that punching him was acting like his mom
Thinks highly of his father for getting the family out of the sewers and into the garbage (a step up)
His idea of charity is his dad giving him food & him giving his dad affection
He is sad nobody tells him stories anymore, his mother used to tell him fairy tales.
His father said he [the father] was the big rat and Oli never would be
Yelling scares him and reminds him of his father, it makes him nervous
His father was blonde like Jimmy
Mother had 10 kids and 8 died. Shubble is the only other one left
Education
Knows how to read the numbers â5â and â0â. Told Shelby heâs not very good with numbers
Has stated he has gone to both rat school and rat college (could be the same place). However, he was kicked out of school when he ran out of money. He had a friend named Joe in rat college. He also seems to have cut class fairly often to look for garbage
Is seen reading and writing, and has told some rats he learned how to do this in rat school. He has also told other rats he canât read or write as heâs just a dumb garbage rat. He has also told some rats that he can write, but not read, and that he instead gets âthe vibesâ from whatâs written
Heâs read the book âOf Rats and Menâ and considers it a classic all rats should know
Says he learned how to read from the papers and food wrappers in the garbage
His sister also went to rat school and they both learned cursive there
Says his writing is practically his own language
Did not learn how to tell time in rat school because he was too busy looking for garbage
Knows German, jokingly said it was his mother tongue
Relationship with Shubble
Shubble is his sister, the two say they were born in the âsame rat tubeâ which seemed to be Oliâs way of implying theyâre twins/from the same rat litter. Heâs referred to her as his âbig sisâ and she thinks she was born first but also admits that saying sheâs âolderâ isnât right. Oli treats her as if he has more life experience than her, but this may be due to how different their lives seem after they last saw each other. It's possible neither of them remember who is older. The two continue to argue in Stream 6 about who is older briefly and come to the consensus that they're born in the "same rat tube" at the same time again
The two hadnât seen each other in âa whileâ (the timeframe changes between days, weeks, months, and years) with Oli last seeing her drowning in a puddle before being washed downstream into a big river. He was there and cried out for her shouting ânoooooâ as she was washed away. He believed she was dead like the rest of their family until he saw her again in the house
Oli has on numerous occasions in the Halloween stream used the nickname âShebbleâ for her (even typing it out this way)
Shubble doesnât want to remember how her family died and says things like âstop reminding meâ when Oli talks about how their father drowned. She also seems to have repressed the memory of her parents deaths as she expressed surprise as if she had only just learned her dad died when Oli mentioned it the first time, but later says she remembers and that the two are each otherâs only family left
The two of them have fought street cats, raccoons, badgers, wombats, and more together. Raccoons were her âbiggest enemyâ when she was living in New York
Unlike Oli, Shubble considers herself to be from New York and not Sheffield. This is because Oli spent more of his life moving from place to place and explained that "home is where the heart is" and his heart is still where his dad died. In her presence he'll sometimes say he's from "New York and Sheffield". In Stream 7 he explicitly claimed that NYC is his home, in Stream 10 he was back to saying he was from "New York and Sheffield".
Oli thinks sheâs losing her heritage as a trash/garbage rat and becoming too much like the other rats (cleaner). He said he had a phase like that where he wanted nicer things too, but also said that since their father isnât here to disapprove heâll have to do it.
Shubble at one point forgot their brother(s). She later states that Oli was never her favorite brother (while the two were squabbling) implying she remembers having at least one other brother
Shubble and him both like to live in ways that remind them of their old life; she leaves her window open at all times to feel more like she's on the streets while he lives in the dumpster. She considered moving into the dumpster with him as a second home
Both Shubble & Oli agree that they had other sisters that aren't around/alive anymore
Shubble has been to court before, and implies she means as a lawyer defending Oli
Both Shubble and Oli have seen Suits and possibly watched the series together
Shubble says it would've been easier to be Oli's lawyer than to lie and say she likes him
Shubble says Oli is the most pitiful and sad rat she's ever seen and says he doesn't need to do any acting during the court case to appear that way
Shubble says she remembers the two of them would cry for food together on the streets. Oli says that never happened and that she disappeared at age 2 (worth noting that the timeframe they've been apart is inconsistent)
When Oliver asks if the two are related, Shubble says she sometimes questions that fact herself since they donât really look alike. She says they were both born in a pile in New York and rats just kinda accepted who was next to them as family. So even if not biologically related, they grew up together as family
Shubble remembers the family living in a drain pipe under a bagel shop which Oli says never happened
Shubble says he has a fibbing problem
Shubble says he definitely probably killed at least another guy while on the streets of New York, but the crime only allegedly happened
Both Shubble and Oli agree that they've spent cold nights huddled together under wet newspapers & hot dog buns
Shubble says that the two of them were there for each other when the family was swept away in pipes under a bagel shop. Oli says that's not what happened to their family
Shubble and Oli used to get into street fights regularly in NY. After Oli wins the trial by combat Shubble is surprised as he apparently never won a street fight ever before then
Both Shubble and Oli have beds in the other persons house
Both Shubble and Oli grew up never apologizing ever since that's not the NY way and people who apologize once never stop apologizing
Oli says Shubble is his sister from his father, NOT another mister in Stream 8, but in Stream 10 he thinks Shubble was possibly adopted
Other Lore Bits
Says he is in his âmid 50sâ in rat years. However he got this number from reading a 5 and a 0 on a coin. He is actually 30 years old, and was 13 when his father was flushed in 2005 (said OOC, this is not an in character bit of rambling).
The movie âFlushed Awayâ is based on his dadâs story and he hasnât received any royalties. At one point he stated that the lack of money is why he lives in & eats garbage, although he's since decided he'd live a garbage based life regardless as it's what his father would've wanted
Doesnât bathe & avoids water in general as it reminds him of how his father drowned. Says he washes himself sometimes in dirt. He uses the essential oils from the cheese he finds on pizza lids as shampoo
His dad drank every night (mentioned his father being a drunk in multiple streams)
His last name is âOrionsoundâ but he considers his full name to be âOli the Garbage Ratâ
Pronouns are he/rat/garbage and more
Oli (the streamer) has stated that he is âliterally the smallest size [of rat]â
Likes Papa Caspacito The Butler in a non-platonic way. Only learned The Butler wasn't Papa Caspacito much later, and will still refer to The Butler as "Papa"
His sister loved learning cursive when she went to rat school
Has done shrooms in âthe big cityâ. It is unclear which big city this was as heâs been to several
He nibbles on tide pods at night
He is aware of China and how far away it is
He knows a lot about training/befriending cats (specifically strays), as if heâs done it before (likely the Parisian street cats he knew)
His wife used to nibble on his tail in a sexy way (tail was already short due to gnats gnawing it down), but she died and itâs only been nibbled on in an unsexy way since then
Was on the streets for 20-30 years, he isnât quite sure how long
Refuses to be used as a test subject
The pigeons in Sheffield taught him to leave his poop everywhere
Shubbleâs pumpkin with a ·_· face reminded him of their âunkieâ
He is fine living the fine life, but considers it as more of a vacation
He considers the garbage to be a step up from the sewers
One of his uncles if fully familiar with army terms and may have even served
Believes "The Plague" happened in '59 and says he remembers being alive during it. This is impossible as we know he is 30, it's also impossible even working with the "mid 50s" number
Oli believes he is good with men, but also says that women & men always wind up losing interest in him
Oli's story about what happened to Apo (he was there, but can't say if Apo fell or was pushed- nobody can ever know for sure) parallel's his story about the Uncle that he watched fall Very Closely
He has seen Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, Suits, and Law & Order
Upon overhearing Apo say that Oli's killed 3 of the rats Oli jokes to the voices in his head "3 murders down, 10 more to go" and later says to Oliver "no more trials, any more murders they should just happen"
He considers month old garbage to be good garbage as it's barely rotted
Oli's ideal home is a dual dumpster (2 dumpsters stacked on top of each other) with lots of dumpster rats living together. He wants kids and kind of wants a dumpster/garbage rat girl to settle down and breed with to accomplish this large family lifestyle he misses
He considers himself to be a lover, not a fighter
His arms are too short to get traction in water so he doesn't really know how to swim, he is seen floundering in the water being rushed downstream for a bit before visiting the glow squid. Although he does swim to visit the glow squid, it is more likely this was done for the sake of moving the event along rather than Oli getting over his fear of water/learning to swim
He doesn't like the smell of wet fur as it reminds him of his father drowning
Saw a corpse by the trash (possibly an opossum) he couldn't identify and joked that he "froze to death" when he couldn't get back in the house when the snow came.
Hasn't changed shirts in 20 years
Says he'll do anything for food and likes his drinks & cheese moldy
People, Timmy & Tommy, would throw crumbs and garbage at him from their window
Believes that if you eat a full fresh NY Pizza as a rat you will die in 7 days
Doesn't know Victoria's secret
Claims he has many rat kids around the world that have tuitions
Believes rules only apply when they're not love related
He doesn't believe in God because he lives in the trash and his parents are dead
He has a brother named Sausage who is/was in Spain
Mentions "the war" several times
Bonus from the Recap Stream
What is your Mother's name? - Shelby says "Martha", Oli says "Sue"
What is your Father's name? - Oli says "Stewart", Shubble agrees saying he's "Stewart Little" but grown up. His father can be called "Big Stew"
Together their parents are "Martha Stewart"
Where did you get your outfit? - Shelby, like Oli is wearing the same outfit from years ago, she just cleans and takes care of it
Oli says about his father "I drowned him and I made sure of it"
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Iâve always loved the idea of Buck accidentally developing a fatherly relationship with Dallas because imagine being a Cowboy kinda guy in the 1960s and finding some rat stealing from your pantry and then whoops, thatâs your new son! Youâre stuck with him! You love him and you will be gutted when he inevitably gets himself killed because no one can take the wild out of an animal, especially not you and you are very aware of this!
I'm not going to lie, with all the awesome headcanons and lore being created about Buck I am SUPER conflicted about my take on him. I think having him act as a fatherly or older brotherly figure to Dallas in an alternate universe would add some really interesting depth to his character and offer a bit more insight into his motivation for doing and saying certain things. HOWEVER, that said, I think within the canon universe I couldn't really ever see Buck that way and there's a few reasons for that. For one, in the little we see from Buck we know that he displays none of Dallas' gallantry, and that he's weak. Canon Dallas would abhor that weakness, and we know he uses it to his advantage, bullying Buck to get what he wants. Even PONY knows this is a hallmark of his character as he 'bullies' Buck into going to get Dallas after Johnny stabs Bob. We also know that Dallas has a dad that wouldn't care if he died and that it 'doesn't bother him'- I can't see canon Dallas forming a father/son bond with someone only a few years his senior, or really anyone at all (remember, it was the Curtis' MOM he was canonically close to, not their dad). Finally, if we establish Buck as a fatherly/brotherly influence in Dally's life we lose some of the 'shown not told' elements of his character. Dally lives alone in rented room in a (heavily implied to be) illegal bar at seventeen years old, and he is stuck in this dangerous environment BECAUSE he is entirely self sufficient and has to take care of himself. Dally living at Buck's has always been (in my eyes) a way to further establish him as wilder and more dangerous than the rest of the Curtis gang and Tulsa hoods.
SIGH. Now I'm done yapping I can explore the fun world in your ask because it really DOES offer some fun headcanons/character work. Sooooo, here's some headcanons:
-Buck is (as we know) a cowboy, and he first establishes a connection with Dallas because he just unconciously treated him like a horse he was trying to tame and lo and behold it worked
-Dally only rides in the rodeos because BUCK talked to the higher ups and got him a chance at the position. It made Buck even more mad when Dally wouldn't help him fix the races
-Buck isn't sure if Dally is completely sane because he's seen one too many violent outbursts or mental breakdowns but it doesn't bother him much, because there's a lot of folks from the east side who aren't completely right in the head. What DOES scare him is the look in Dally's eyes sometimes when he pulls out his switch
-Dally is the only 'tenant' of Bucks that Buck ever drags back to their room when they pass out drinking at the bar (Dally is convinced he's just good at taking care of himself when he's blackout drunk. He isn't, but Buck isn't gonna be the one to tell him.)
-Buck looks out for Johnny because Dally looks out for Johnny, and Dallas might go full crazy if anything happened to the kid
-After Dally died, Buck hosted a party that lasted three days and nights until the fuzz finally shut it down (it was easier to drink and party than to think about the blond haired asshole Buck had grown to love)
-Buck is the only person besides Johnny who ever saw a softer side of Dally, and it wasn't because Dally was soft with HIM but the hoods' eyes were calm and his face almost happy whenever he went with Buck to the stables to groom the horses
thanks for the ask xx
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Okay going off of this previous post I made...
Yes, I was right about the whole plot/lore of rats 2 I predicted in that post but I just didn't take the "original owner's bitchy nepo baby son becoming the new management but doing a really bad job at it on purpose to try and get the apart-hotel shut down so he can sell the land to get money and be rich" part into account
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