#winter rat

[lennspams]

rat!bek my beloved! A few little moment from her first winter stream

[honeycombhank]

12/29/2022

Oh Emmitt Wild.

If cuddles and kisses were money this boy would be filthy rich.

[pink-inthenights-blog]

Henry Winter is so real because if I were him and I just woke up from a devastating headache of a nap and I see Edmund going through my stuff, reading MY diary, I would also smack the living shit out of him.

[the-fandom-queenxox]

I have been sensing a theme to Martyn's characters as of late...

[kurikorso]

oh shit look who it is!!

please click him for better quality

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

"i did what i had to do" bizly be so real with me. is this rat mark winters.

[mielkae]

Already thinking about the angst potential for rats in Paris since Owen and Apo have already confirmed they're playing completely different characters (which I'm excited for but guys I'm still so attached to tinkerer Owen-)

Like idk if everyone else is also coming up with a new character or if some people are just gonna recycle their old one but guys don't think about farmer!Scott showing up for RIP and tinkerer!Owen isn't there. About what must've happened that winter.

Don't think about the cold. The snow.

Don't think about how Scott was always an outdoor rat. How tinkerer Owen wasn't

Don't think about Scott waking up one morning, and they're all huddled together under a snowbank. There's frost in his fur and on his whiskers.

"Owen?" he shakes his friend. "Owen it's morning"

He doesn't stir.

His body is so, so cold.

[ratective]

80s gems winter in eastern europe edition

[chalkrub]

art trade from toyhouse - love this funny evil guy

[mrghostrat]

yesyesyes ok im gay and made fanart of a fic!!! to be fair it's utterly perfect and i wanna think about it all the time.

[honeycombhank]

I managed to do a little decorating for the holidays the other day..

my other decorations are in storage, I just can’t handle getting everything out and packing it back up later to put it all away this year, last year dealing with how bad my seizures were it was so chaotic trying to make myself feel like everything was normal, when it obviously wasn’t and I was adding to how overwhelmed I already was.. this year I am actually accepting that things are not normal, but that’s okay! Because I will get better and I will decorate the house for the holidays again, just not right now.

besides I’m not living at home right now and it would feel weird. So here is part of the room I’m staying in where I’ve put some new things I’ve collected over the past couple of months.

I wanted yo share with you all! I hope you enjoy them too!

[howlingday]

Winter: I think we're lost. Could you grab my GPS from the glove compartment?

Qrow: (Opens)

Whitley: Where are we going?

Winter: Nearest. Gas station.

Whitley: Gas station? Hm... Pardon me, but I'm having trouble getting a... "connection".

Winter: (Sighs) There should be some string cheese in the side door.

Qrow: (Hands over cheese)

Whitley: Take the next right. (Opens cheese) So, uh, who's your friend?

Winter: (Shuts door)

Whitley: Aw...

Fun Fact! Rats have a sort of natural GPS in their brains that allows them to use their memory and imagination to map out locations.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

25 but specifically for Matthew and Arthur?

25) What other people wish they could change about them

Oh, this one's got some kick. Matt just... God, he wishes Arthur had been just a tiny bit less severe about sucking it up. When Matthew was procured with the rest of the unholy money sink of Canada, Arthur was quite cold. He wasn't cruel but Matt isn't it his. He treats him with the same regard as any random child. He generally likes children but he has one of his own and this little shit is pure 100% distilled François by his measure. He doesn't expect to keep him, much less raise him. The reality that he would end up with him but not Alfred under his roof was unfathomable until the ink was dry on the 1783 Treaty of Paris.

François succeeded with "a son for a son" and Arthur ends up with the one neither of them prefer. So many of the reasons he loses Alfred trace back to Matt. And ignoring him was the best thing he could do. He's not treated particularly bleakly by the standards of the day. He was fed, clothed, and Arthur even acknowledged his existence once in a while but oof, Matt was practically stoned on joy when someone even so much as said his name. He would try silly little things like making conversation or tagging along or just trying to be in the same room. He'd fall asleep in random places and occasionally Arthur would wake him and send him to bed and Matt would sleepily try to snuggle against him and be gently shaken off and told to go find his bed. It annoyed Arthur to high heaven. Combine the influx of loyalists with that breaking him down so much in this period, really grinding him down to little more importance than dirt for the orchids in the green house, Arthur kind of creates the ideal conditions to reprogram Matt. He builds practically the perfect imperial lackey from the ground up. If there was much left of François in his personality, it was largely gone by the time Jack came along. Matt's an anxiety disorder with a nice swirl of people pleasing for flavour more than he is a person.

He's the "easy" child. He never has wants or needs. He goes outside to cry, he curls up and minds his own damn business when he's unwell. He takes his semi-annual pat on the head and makes it last. His own personality and wants only spurt up with his temper flares. He explodes and is more than willing to inflict violence wherever he sees it as his duty to do so. He grows up with his individuality in some negligible margin of his own personality. He becomes a force within the British empire in his own right. He does, eventually, develope a personality that's more somewhere in between who he is and who he needs to be. But he's everything Arthur could ever want in a son. He's still not Alfred, but he's everything anyone could ask him to be. He's easy. He's never a burden, he never complains. He does what he's told and far more.

Fast forward to imperial decline. Matt makes what is in some ways, the transition from Arthur's imperial lackey to Alfred's imperial lackey. But in others, he is properly, really independent this time. And now he's kind of got a dad he can push back on, who he can complain too, who he can let... Parent him. He has a partner who wants to support him. He's standing there with probably the best support network any country could ask for. And he doesn't know what the fuck to do with any of it. He feels plenty free to push back, to disagree. He can build a coalition, negotiate left right and centre. But ask for help? Affection? God no. He'll gnaw his own arm off rather than ask for a hand.

Just like Arthur wanted 200 years ago.

[yosoylamija]

Every year I draw him in a rat kigurumi. I'm glad to see him all warm and cozy I guess.

[smalltimidbean]

What the rat doin'?

[d20core]

‘ She was not a very happy soul, but a very kind soul. ‘

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