#rats smp fanfic

[thelogicalroman]

How Scott joined the Rattic

Plot: After spending a few days alone fighting to survive in the big house he had stumbled across, he finally meets a new friend.

Fandom: Rats SMP

Notes: This is all platonic, pls don’t put it in any other context!

Got inspiration to write this last night and wrote it today! I'm sorry for any spelling errors lol

Scott was alone.

After what had happened on the farm he had been forced to leave, and somehow he had ended up in this big house with humans walking up and down the stairs and cats trying to kill him.

He had no one to talk to in the house, but winter was coming and he would freeze to death out there. There was no farm house filled with rats, just him and him alone.

The cats were hunting him, and Scott was running. His breath was short and he knew he couldn’t run forever, but he wasn’t ready to die. Especially not to a cat. He had to just endure it until he could get into one of the holes in the walls the cats couldn’t get into.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm and he was pulled to the side, ending up in a hole he was pretty sure hadn’t been in the wall before. He fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

His saviour, a tall rat with goggles on his head and an orange tunic, looked out quickly. Scott saw a cat’s tail pass one of the corners.

“Thanks for saving me” Scott said when he had managed to catch his breath. His legs felt like jelly, so he elected not to stand.

“No worries” the rat sat down next to him “I’m Owen, by the way”

“Scott” Scott replied, taking the hand the other was holding out for him “When did you get here?”

“A few months ago” Owen replied “We have a little rat colony up in the attic, I just went down to get some food when I spotted you”

“You’ve got a rat colony? You mean… there’s more?”

“We’re plenty” Owen confirmed “Sniff built some stairs recently, so it’s easier to get up there for us"

"And the humans… don’t know?"

"We're trying to keep it a secret" Owen told him "How long have you been here?"

"Just a few days" Scott explained "I thought I was the only rat here"

"That explains why the humans have noted a rat running around" Owen said, standing up and reaching out a hand "Let me take you to the attic, you'll be safer there"

Scott took the hand, and let Owen drag him to his feet.

[blocksruinedme]

It's Rats Flower Husbands! They put it right there, what am I supposed to do besides this. It's just introspective fluff, Scott thinking about Jimmy and life in the mansion and his old life. Hopefully I didn't mess up any details cause I have not watched Scott's many hours of streams. I included a link to the relevant scene!

Ship: Rat!Scott/Rat!Jimmy

Length: 3700

Rating: G

Thanks to @toasted-cricket for beta and to my very-not-on-tumblr spouse for the art

[muuum-am-i-adohhhpted]

A Cake Fit for a Rat (Rats SMP)

Summary: Lizzie the rat is trying to find a new home to live in after the cake-maker she used to live with moves out. She finds a large mansion and the hole she finds to get inside leads into the kitchen. There, she's introduced to another rat while also deciding that she wants to bake a cake.

AO3 link

Word Count: 1469

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Skittering through the wall to escape the chill of the outside, she found herself in a house, on top of a counter. In front of her was a large basket of bread rolls, steam still rising from them.

Lizzie’s nose twitched, familiar smells overtaking her senses. The sweetness of fresh fruit, earthiness from vegetables, and disinfectant from whatever cleaning supplies had been used. This was a kitchen, all right.

Her mind instantly went to cake, soft, fluffy, spongy, cake with sweet and colourful icing. Maybe some edible flowers and loopy lettering with her name on it. A three-tiered cake with crunchy bits of cookies inside, tangs of strawberry bits, and pink sprinkles. Lizzie licked her lips.

Her previous living space had been in the home of a cake-maker. She lived with her husband and Lizzie would always sneak little bites every now and again when it was nighttime. Her mind had nearly exploded when she had tried it for the first time. And now she couldn't stay away. Lizzie would watch from a hole in the cabinet as the human put in the same ingredients, one after the other, in a bowl, mix it together, and bake it in the oven.

Sometimes, Lizzie made her own little version of cake, stealing from the human's stash of ingredients, and cooking it over a match in the basement. Lizzie couldn’t have asked for a better home.

But then the couple got into arguments and eventually divorced, selling the house and leaving Lizzie homeless and without ingredients or warmth.

And so, Lizzie left at night and followed her nose to the mansion she was now in. It was a couple streets away and she had almost froze her whiskers off on the journey.

Lizzie nibbled at a bread roll, warming herself up while eyeing the kitchen she had managed to find herself in. What luck! A kitchen was the perfect place for a rat like her to live. She could have free reign on all the food and watch the humans cook recipes she had never seen before.

She hopped down off the counter and began searching the lower cabinets for ingredients, mentally going through the list in her head to make cake: flour, eggs, sugar…

Suddenly, all of Lizzie’s fur stood up straight at the thudding of footsteps.

A human was approaching, humming under their breath. There was some clicking, a fwoosh, the sound of metal on metal, and then some clanking.

Lizzie peered out as much as she dared from the cabinet, and saw a human wearing white standing over the oven. Suddenly, the human turned around, and Lizzie quickly ducked inside the closest cabinet which was unfortunately filled with only a bag of potatoes and some other root vegetables.

The clanking created from the human suddenly stopped and began shrieking. "Rat! Rat!" Lizzie flinched as she began hearing banging and then another rat scurried into the cabinet Lizzie was in.

"Where is that stupid, little, rascal?" The human grimaced, thundering around the kitchen.

Lizzie and the second rat stood frozen, staring at each other, for a good second. Both didn't seem to know what to do. The other rat then began slowly moving closer to the back of the cabinet. His whiskers were twitching like crazy, ears going this way and that.

"Come on," the other rat said, voice quiet. "Hide behind the bag in case the chef decides to check this cabinet." He made his way over to a bag of carrots and tucked himself behind it, gesturing for Lizzie to follow.

Lizzie crawled into the little space that was left, heart thumping in her chest. She could hear the other rat's heart beating wildly as well. 

"You're new, aren't you?" The rat said once the chef began clanking again, muttering about buying rat traps. "More and more rats are appearing here," He added in, more to himself than Lizzie. The two of them came out from behind the bag. "I'm Scott."

"Lizzie," Lizzie said, surprised at how casual he was. "There other rats living in this house?" She had never lived with other rats before. At least, not since she was a baby living with her parents.

"Oh, plenty," Scott said, gently pushing the cabinet door open just slightly. "Come on, we should try to make our way to the others. We're all in the attic. The humans don't go up there often and the cats can't climb the ladder."

Lizzie gulped. "Cats?" She had heard horror stories from other rats about humans coming home with new cats and having to find somewhere else to live.

"Don't worry," Scott said with a friendly smile. "The cats here are quite lazy. Sometimes you can even barter with them if they're in the mood. Opening doors so they can hunt birds outside instead of us, the like."

"I—I think I'll stay in the kitchen, for now," Lizzie said, backing away from the bit of light Scott had created with the cabinet door slightly ajar. "I want to bake a cake." She perked up just thinking about it. "Would you happen to have any matches I can cook with?"

Scott cocked his head to the side. "Cakes? You bake cakes?"

Lizzie nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. It's kind of my specialty. I used to live with a human cake-maker before she moved away. I would've stolen away in one of her boxes but the movers had sharp eyes and I couldn't find a chance to."

"It's not safe here," Scott said, sounding skittish. "We ought to find the others. The chef is making supper and she usually has some kind of root vegetable on the plate. You can come back tonight."

Lizzie sighed but she knew Scott was right. Besides, it might be nice to meet the other rats. Having roommates might be fun. "Well, alright." Her whiskers drooped on their own accord and she twisted her tail in her hands.

Scott pushed the cabinet door even more and slipped out onto the ground, holding it open for Lizzie. "Come on," he whispered. "Coast is clear."

As Scott and Lizzie skittered away from the kitchen, a bell rang out through the house. Lizzie clamped her hands against her ears at the sudden noise. "Ow! What was that?" She had never heard anything like it.

Scott stood up on his hind legs, sniffing the air. "A rat has been caught by the humans! We have to go find them before it's too late!"

"The ringing means that?" Lizzie asked, following Scott as he zigzagged across the hallway, hiding under the benches and tables lining the walls.

"Us rats tend not to stray too far from the pack, and usually not alone," Scott explained, turning into another hallway. The house was practically a maze. Lizzie didn't think she could ever remember how to get around. "So, when one of us is captured, a rat or two is usually nearby and can sound the alarm so we can go save them. It's quite a good technique."

"What were you doing alone, then?"

Scott glanced back at Lizzie and went a little pink behind his fur. "I was going to go outside to the garden," he muttered. "I used to live on a farm before coming here. Sometimes when I get homesick, I go to the garden to feel better."

"There's a garden?" Lizzie said, feeling herself perk up again. "Like with plants and fresh produce?"

Scott nodded and then climbed up onto a plush ottoman that was next to them. Above it was a narrow window.  "Come look," he said, pointing his nose to the outside, the sun casting an orange glow onto the seat and making it warm.

Lizzie followed up behind Scott and her eyes widened at the sight of a lush backyard, a greenhouse off in the distance. Some outside boxes were growing wheat, carrots, potatoes, and beets. There was even a mini pond that held fish. "Whoah," she whispered, the window fogging up at her breath.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Scott said with a sigh.

"Do they have livestock? Cows and chickens?" Lizzie asked, thinking back to her cakes. "Cakes are always better with fresh ingredients." Lizzie had tried a cake with fresh eggs and milk once, and she often had dreams about how good it was.

Scott looked at Lizzie suspiciously. "Let's go find the other rats," he finally said, not answering Lizzie's question which was an answer enough. Lizzie was going to find the cows and chickens as soon as she had a moment of spare time. "Knowing everyone, it's probably Jimmy who got caught." Scott hopped down from the ottoman. 

Lizzie took one last, longing, glance out the window, licking her lips at the thought of cake, before jumping down to the ground and scurrying after Scott.

[notsogoodangel]

Well, people seemed to like my Martyn-QSMP Au, so I'm here to share more. Have some Martyn-absolutely-going-into-Morning-Crew-time-slot, Martyn and Phil tapping into their roots as *shivers* Northerners, a possible Forever-Martyn meeting, the Miku-on-Miku communication and a bonus I developed before this AU which is why he doesn't have his feathers.

Also, please suggest ideas on how to name this AU/tag.

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

u/JustALittleButtonHatRat:

AITA for not wanting to burn a dried mushroom?

I (adult M?) am staying in a huge mansion with several of my friends for the winter. Two of those friends are O (adult M) and S (adult M), the latter of whom I swear is a witch. A couple of weeks ago, I went exploring in the basement of the house and found a dried blue mushroom with orange spots; I decided to keep it because I thought it was pretty.

A few days ago, after a very dangerous incident involving sizeshifting cat clones (blame S for that), some of my friends and I went to the boiler room of the house and saw it was filled with this blue fungus that was the exact same thing as my mushroom. Apparently, there's an infestation of it in there (O planted one in there to get rid of an insect infestation and then it spread out of control all over the place), and they give off toxic spores that can kill everyone if you breathe them in. O and some of S's family members apparently got killed by breathing in those spores (don't worry, O's okay now).

I then pointed out that I had my dried mushroom and nothing's ever happened to me because of it. O and S panicked and told me to burn my mushroom, with S wanting to confiscate it in order to destroy it. I refused to, because maybe it's harmless if it's dried like mine? I was okay the whole time I had it.

S then opened a way into the toxic spore boiler room, apparently to show me how unsafe it is to go in there? He said it was a warning, but I told him outright that it sounded like a threat.

Later, I talked with my lawyer friend about this and they said maybe we could have used my dried mushroom to investigate more about this kind of mushroom, especially because S (who is, as I said, a witch) might be able to make something that can make us immune to the toxic spores.

I suggested this to them, but S said that "nothing good can come of it" and refused to, and that witchcraft always goes wrong whenever we used it (re: sizeshifting cat clones. Also, another friend E and I got turned into cats once because of a potions accident; it was a whole thing, don't worry, we're back to normal now). When they told me to throw the mushroom in, I faked it and threw in something else instead… I just couldn't do it. My mushroom never did anyone harm for as long as I've had it.

I couldn't keep it a secret for very long after that because my lawyer friend made me swear I did, and I ended up giving the mushroom to S so he could burn it.

AITA for wanting to keep the mushroom? I'm really sad just thinking about it now.

Edit 1: For context, S is the resident farmer and chef among our friends; O is the resident tinkerer/engineer/scientist guy, and we joke that he makes all of the rules.

Edit 2: It's been about a week and a half since the incident and S gave me a replica mushroom he made as a Christmas present. Should I forgive him?

[Out-of-universe disclaimers: The entire post would, in theory, have probably been written with the help of other rats because this would chronologically take place before "A Letter to Home". I'm hand-waving the "how they got the mushroom" part because r!Will canonically did not remember this, but let's just assume (for the purposes of this post) that we as fleas/chat reminded them of this by tracking the VODs.]

[This post was written at the request of @willowmvp.]

[Cross-posted on AO3 as "The Mushroom Incident".]

[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

[some-stupid-wannabe-artist]

if anyone is interested I wrote a Rats SMP fanfic about rat Owen being a robot.

[archivist-of-the-void-institute]

I PROMISE MY ASKS ARE NOT DEAD

in full honestly, our artest just is really burnt out, and as i cant really draw on my shitty little laptop, i cant really post no hate to our artest, go check her out!! (@ windycrow on most platforms) (i love her so much) she dosent have to draw for me and i wont make her, but thats why i cant answer asks. if anyone wants to help out with art and stuff, shoot me a dm (no pressure) artest do get the lore doc and little timbits of the sookies, but again you dont have to. hope to get back to the asks in my inboxs, i miss my shitty mooner lore

[justthelark]

OPENING A REQUEST BOOK!!!

rules n such effectively the same but do read em!

[outsiderquill]

hello tumblr I have some things for u :D just promoting some of my rats SMP fics because it’s my current hyperfixation and I figured it would be good to do some lil promotion here too in case!! ive written 4 fics so far, so here they are :]

fic 1, r!scott and r!owen centric. based off a theory of how r!owen lost his tail. hurt/comfort!

fic 2, ggAcho centric! cute lil fluff piece with mild hurt/comfort but mostly fun n kinda fluff! based off “flea #6”, which is me :]

r!scott and r!owen based, HEAVY ANGST. based off the scenario of r!scott being caught in the van instead and not returning home. very angsty

my most recent fic! r!owen and r!scott centric, hurt/comfort based off r!owen’s recent death and how r!scott might react.

can you. can you tell who my favorite characters/dynamic is. yeah. anyways.

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[lovelykalopsia]

Have a small little wip for a fic while i work on more things to post

He always though there was something different about Jimmy, other than him being obsessed with being safe, but he just didnt know what. He also didnt know much about him, he knew thay basic like that hes the safety rat (shocker), his name is jimmy, his favorite color is red, favorite flower is poppy, and hes always wearing his bright safety vest, but other than that? Nothing.

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Tagged by @aurora-boreas-borealis Thank you <3 (and sorry for getting to this rn asfghjsjk)

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I apologise in advance for how some of these will sound LOL. Also some are titles to bigger folders and idk i hope that's gonna be comprehensible.

Ah yes, strangers/idiots to lovers in a wasteland + crows my beloved~ (lmao)

Dracula (1897) AU

Dream smp slasher au

DSMP BBC Sherlock AU <3

Emo/Scene SBI AU

Enemies to lovers but literally the plague but Phistin

Halloween Wilbur and Kristin special

Hounds of Love and Phistin My Beloveds

Incredible Immortals 2023 event (Anynone remember that one? Lmao)

Kate and Leopold au

Some sort of royal au with prince/king c!Wil literally exists only so I can use FOB’s “From Now On We Are Enemies”

The Family Jewels AU (kinda)

All Was Golden - An Dream SMP AU/Phil is a nationalist/royalist au (consisting of: A baker and her fisherwoman :D, One shot???? Another fanfic????, Wilbur fucked a salmon and nobody believes him :), Wilbur is a general and playing Hamilton with his mums army :), Yay mumza dadza and crows fanfiction :D)

MH AU - Text

IRYEWYG (consisting of: I'll Remember This Night When You're Gone, I'll Remember Your Eyes When You're Gone - Full Work, Surrender Your Heart (Surrender Every Dream), We’ll Drive On And On, So Dream On And On)

Bingo Bang 2022 (consisting of: BingoBang2022 - Ideas for oneshots, First date - BB2023 prompt turned oneshot)

Scream fanfic

Ready or not fic ideas

Cabin AU (consisting of: Cabin fic, Cabin sequel, Cabin sequel-prequel)

If anynone wants to ask about anything after reading all that oh my god, WOW, brave of you.

Tagging these guys @slasherbat @demonadelem @horse-plinko @ace-attorney-go-brrrrr (don't feel forced to participate <3)

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"Here!"

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Fanart for this very very sweet and short fic i read

[the-turtleduck-pond]

Did... did I ever show you guys the Rats SMP fanart my friend made for my birthday when the SMP was running?

I... did I???

[writer-room]

Drowned Rats

AO3

Jimmy can't let anyone but Scott know he killed the Gardener. So, obviously, it's a very good idea to swim out into the middle of the pond and get the Gardener's hat back, because then someone might ask questions. Clearly, this was evidence of foul play, and Jimmy would be as good as caught.

Scott just wants to beat him over the head.

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“I don’t know how we’re expected to keep this a secret.”

“No one will know.”

“They’re gonna know.”

“How would they—?”

“There is a hat right there, Jimmy.”

Jimmy paused, looking where Scott was pointing to. Sure enough, there was the Gardener’s hat floating silently in the water. Out of all the things, that had to float.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Jimmy muttered, glaring down at the water, then at the hat, and groaning dramatically. “They won’t know.” He said firmly, and with that, waded back into the pond.

“You’re not getting an entire hat out.” Scott sighed, rather loudly.

“I can,” Jimmy asserted, standing in the shallows, “and I will.”

He pushed off into the deeper ends, water riding right up to his shoulders. He knew how, so it was fine. His safety vest pulled at him, but he’d swam in it earlier, and he’d do it again. 

“You’re going to sink.” Scott called, entirely unhelpful, and very unworried.

“I am not—”

Turning one’s head, combined with swimming, was not a good combination, as he’s learned. Because as soon as Jimmy tried, he promptly started sinking, and got a mouthful of water.

Scott cackled as Jimmy fumbled to cough up the water and resume his paddling. He resorted to thinking some rude words in his head as he swam closer to the hat, experimentally trying to place a paw on it and climb up.

It was made of straw, kinda like Scott’s, though his was also weaved with twigs and dry grass, and this one was much sturdier. But, alas, he weighed a whole pound, and it was still only a straw hat. So when he tried to climb onto it, he instead sunk back into the water, taking the edge of the hat with him.

Not as quick as the last sinking, but sinking all the same.

“It’s not worth it, Jimmy.” He heard Scott distantly from the shore. “The safety rat isn’t being very safe right now—”

“I,” Jimmy cut in, climbing a little further up the sinking edge of the hat and glaring back, “am being extremely safe! This is very safe!”

The rim under his foot promptly gave out, and he flunked right back into the pond.

He could hear laughing above the surface, already deciding he was going to shove Scott in when he got out. Maybe make him have to beg to replace the Gardener, that’d show him.

He turned in the water, sinking his teeth into the rim of the hat. He began swimming back, kicking out his limbs and lashing his tail like a propeller. 

It was…well, more difficult than he anticipated. The hat was heavy, his vest was also heavy, and he had to strain to keep his nose out of the water so he could keep breathing.

He was panting after only a few seconds, sparing a glance back to see if he was any closer. He swore he already crossed most of pond by this time, hadn’t he?

Nope, still had a ways to go, and a smug Scott watching with crossed arms. Bastard.

Jimmy gritted his teeth and kicked harder.

He had to push up every now and again, heart rate spiking when his head started to go under. His snout would still stick free, but it unnerved him. He wasn’t sure why having a nose free and a head buried was more worrying than when all of it was under.

He thought he could hear Scott talking, but there was too much water in his ears for him to hear much. He just grunted, hoping it got the message across as he gave the hat another tug. This was awful, he should be at shore already, why did the Gardener have to go and sink in the middle of the pond?

One of his kicks didn’t get as much force as he wanted, and he tipped a little to the side. He scrambled with it, jaws clinging tightly around the hat as he paddled closer to the surface.

Was it always this hard to breathe? His nose was free, he could breathe. Maybe he just needed bigger breaths? He tried taking in one through his nose as he kept his corner of the hat from getting too drenched, and in turn nearly inhaled a whole cup of water when he couldn’t swim as high over the surface as he wanted.

Oh, so he couldn’t breathe, that’s nice. Okay, okay, just-just swim up a little higher. Kick harder, just kick harder—

Something hit his shoulder.

Jimmy jumped, wheezing, and fully expecting to see a giant fish trying to eat him. His sister said she once knew a rat who had a neighbor that was swallowed by a huge bass, it could happen.

Instead, he saw blue-gray fur, with no hat to accompany it, and a dark glare.

“Sooc?” He muffled around the hat.

Scott just shouldered him, grasping the hat between his teeth. He pushed back in the same movement, tugging the hat at a much faster pace than Jimmy had been going at.

He let go, if only because he didn’t want to get in Scott’s way, clearly, and looked back.

Shore was pretty close now, actually. He didn’t realize he was making a break for it until his feet were already scraping the shallow bottom.

He took a deep inhale when he was finally standing in the shallows, shaking his head.

He quickly turned back to the pond, relaxing only when he saw Scott had just reached the shallows himself, yanking the hat. Once his feet had a steady place on the muddy bottom, he released the hat and began pulling it with his paws instead, face scrunched in annoyed concentration.

The shame pricked at Jimmy, then. He was that close to shore, and he was, what, freaking out over a bit of water in his nose? Good grief, he could’ve made it, even with his horrible swimming. Could’ve had it over in barely a second, but no, he had to be all dramatic about it, and Scott had swum out to help him.

He ducked his head when Scott turned to look at him. Just muttered under his breath and hurried over, kicking up small waves as he approached and grabbed a different corner of the hat. He still kept his eyes down as he pulled it further into shore, even if he noticed his arms shaking with the effort. Fields, he was tired.

“You know,” Scott muttered, “it would’ve been a lot easier if you weren’t wearing the vest.”

Jimmy bristled, glowering over at him. “The vest was not the—where’s your overalls.”

It came out more of a statement than a question, a staring. Scott rolled his eyes, jerking his head back in a gesture as he gave another heave of the hat.

Jimmy followed it, looking towards the shore. 

He could see Scott’s hat resting on the dry ground just behind them. Underneath it was a heap of blue overalls, crumpled due to the lack of time to neatly fold them.

“Not a good idea to swim with heavy cloth.” Scott grunted behind him.

“Vests aren’t as heavy as overalls.” Jimmy mumbled, ducking when Scott nearly pulled the hat overtop of him. He decided it was best to get out of his way entirely, crawling up onto the shore while Scott yanked the hat the rest of the way. 

He stumbled a bit when he did, legs nearly giving out entirely. He hadn’t strained himself that much, had he?

Scott pulled until a small edge of the hat was on land, and once sure it was secure enough it wouldn’t drift away again, crawled up onto the grass himself.

Jimmy cringed back as Scott got onto all fours and shook himself off, spraying droplets everywhere. He didn’t resist a snort when it wound up making Scott’s now-damp fur all puffy and tangled.

“You look like a wet dust bunny.” He said, because his mouth sometimes didn’t keep up with his brain.

“Yeah?” Scott looked him up and down, very judgingly. “You look like a drowned…something.” He muttered, standing up and attempting to brush off any lingering droplets.

The poppy petals by his right ear were gone. Probably fell out while he was swimming, since it wasn’t with the rest of his stuff.

Well, that shame was turning pretty quickly into guilt now, wasn’t it?

“I, uh,” Jimmy fiddled his paws together, “you didn’t need to do that, I was pretty close—”

“You were drowning.” Scott said bluntly, combing a paw over his ear. “Or, well, you looked rough. We already have a dead human in the pond,” He said, getting droplets on his paw and flicking them in Jimmy’s face, “we don't need a dead rat.”

“He’s not in the pond anymore,” Jimmy huffed, which was unneeded, he’s sure Scott remembered when he told him, “and I wasn’t dying.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Scott shrugged, drawing up his tail and frowning at it. “Fields around, I hate water.” He groaned.

“Don’t gardens need water?” Jimmy asked, opening and closing his paws a few times before deciding to turn to grab Scott’s stuff, as much as his legs protested.

“Yeah, in watering cans and bottles.” Scott scoffed, wringing out his tail. “Floods are a pain unless you’ve got wheat or rice.”

“Guess they’re special.” Jimmy hummed, mentally jotting that down for later, reaching for his hat.

“Do not touch that.” Scott hissed, and Jimmy froze. “You’re soaking wet. I didn’t go through all that effort just for you to ruin them.”

“I’m…pretty sure this was meant to sustain water?” Jimmy tried, but he obediently retracted his paws. The vest was starting to feel uncomfortably solid over his shoulders.

“I’m still drier than you.” Scott said, lashing his tail against the ground a few times before walking over. “Speaking of which, please sit down, you look ready to fall over.”

“I’m fine.” Jimmy protested, whose legs were, in fact, shaking even more violently.

Scott stood up a bit straighter, stopping before Jimmy. He gave him an unimpressed look before placing a paw on his chest, still wet, and Jimmy blinked down at it, surprised.

“Down.” Scott commanded, giving a push.

Jimmy’s knees were weak traitors, because upon a harsher shove, he did, indeed, fall down. He squeaked when his legs gave out, sitting awkwardly on his tail. Scott had a self-righteous look, the prick, giving him a lighter shove as a sort of stay there gesture, then turning to pick up his overalls.

“This is no way to treat the safety rat.” Jimmy protested, electing to stay there and crossing his arms. Maybe he was a little tired.

“What, going to drown me if I don’t listen?” Scott teased, shaking out his overalls as a few petals drifted to the ground. “Is that how safe you are?”

“It was an accident!” Jimmy protested, throwing his paws in the air. “You think I could do that on purpose?”

“Fair enough.” Scott relented. “The hat wasn’t worth it. Just so you’re aware.”

“They would’ve asked questions.” Jimmy insisted, twitching an ear as he glanced back to the Gardener’s hat, still sitting peacefully. He hesitated for a moment, slid his eyes over to Scott putting one leg through his overalls. “...thanks, though.”

“Don’t make it a habit.” Scott said simply, popping his foot through. “Also, I’m chewing off some of the pieces. Could use the weaving to stabilize some things.” He said, squinting at the Gardener’s hat, still with only one leg through his clothes. “And maybe use it for bedding. Yeah, I could use some bedding.” He nodded to himself.

“Do whatever you want with it.” Jimmy waved it off. “So long the others don’t find it. Actually,” He backtracked, “I-I might want it for bedding, too. Just in-in the future.”

“You don’t even have a den. Aren’t you trying to freeload off Martyn?”

“Classified,” Jimmy said hurriedly, to which Scott rolled his eyes and slipped his other leg through the pant leg. 

“You’re the most dangerous rat I know.” Scott muttered, hopping a bit to pull his overalls up further. “And we know Oli.”

“And the rat who keeps saying he’ll eat people.” Jimmy added, a bit defensively. “I feel like he’s more dangerous.”

“Nah, it’s you.” Scott brushed him off. “At least he hasn’t eaten anyone we know, so we can’t prove it. And he didn’t kill a human.”

“Accident!”

“Sure it was.” Scott taunted, pushing the straps over his shoulders. “Anyway, I’m getting the driest parts of the hat.”

“Yeah,” Jimmy sighed with a nod, “yeah, that’s fair.”

“It’s beyond fair.” Scott scoffed, picking up his hat and readjusting it over his head. “Also, seriously, dry yourself off on something. You’re going to catch a cold.”

“I don’t get sick.” Jimmy said, turning his nose up and away. “That’s how safe I am.”

“My mother used to say that sniffles hated those who weren’t afraid to get filthy, which was why the messier rats down the hill didn’t get sick.” Scott commented, slowly removing his paws from his hat, testing if it was acceptable. “She regretted it when one of my brothers decided this was a good excuse to never clean after himself, and I kept digging in the dirt, but I think it worked out.”

“Then I’m still the safest.” Jimmy sniffed. “I stay clean.”

“Sure, Jimmy.” Scott flicked out his tail, smacking it lightly against his side and making him jump. “Hope the hat was worth it.”

Jimmy lowered his head under it, ears pressing down. He wasn’t sure if Scott was watching him or not, but he did watch Scott’s feet walk by him as he went back to the hat. Presumably to drag it further out of the water.

He hesitated for a moment, tapping his tail tip against the ground. He then nodded to himself, lifting his head again and turning to watch Scott doing just what he expected.

“I’m sorry about your flower.” He finally said.

“My—? Oh,” Scott raised a paw to his ear, now missing its petals, “it—yeah, it’s fine,” Scott waved dismissively, turning away again, “they don’t last that long—”

“I’ll get you another.” Jimmy decided, already sitting up straighter at the prospect. “It was a poppy, right? I’ll find a new one, I’m sure there’s got to be some in the garden.”

Scott gave him a surprised blink, tail twitching. Jimmy just lifted his head more, jutting out his muzzle defiantly.

“Of all the things,” Scott chuckled after a moment, shaking his head, “the flower? Really?”

“Is—” Jimmy faltered, “is there something else you want—?”

“I already got my hat payment.” Scott said, patting the hat in question. 

“And the Gardener position!” 

“I’ll gladly take the poppy offer, though.” Scott continued over him. “Within four to five business days, yeah?” He teased.

“Sooner.” Jimmy said quickly, allowing a small smile as he tried to get back up. “Two to three days. Maybe even one.”

“Incredible service you’ve got here.” Scott joked, tilting his head. “Come help me with this if you’re not gonna fall over, then.”

“I am, I am,” Jimmy chuckled, and though his legs still shook, he hurried over to Scott’s side to help him pull the hat out more. Get it drier faster, and all that.

“After this,” Scott added, leaning far back into his pulling, nearly entirely horizontal, “you’re seriously getting dry. I mean it. Lay in the sun, or something. You look like a bad sneeze away from mange.”

“Mange?” Jimmy sputtered.

“Your fur is patching weird.” Scott shrugged. “You might be mistaken for Oli.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll dry!” Jimmy huffed, getting a barking laugh out of Scott.

Jimmy did not smile at it, because he was being mocked, and he didn’t laugh at such things. But he chose not to fight on it, and kept a good sport about it, so there. If he had to look like he was having fun, so be it. That’s what it was.

And, true to his word, because he always was, Scott got the driest parts of the hat to chew away. Jimmy bundled up the rest and dragged it off to the hollow hidden under the brambles he’d found a few days ago, stashing it there for the time being for him to chew up into smaller pieces so nobody would ask questions.

And if he still had sniffles two days later, an armful of poppy petals in his paws as he nearly tripped over his own tail while offering them to Scott, then maybe it was worth it. Even if he got laughed at.

Not that Scott would know, of course. Then he’d never hear the end of it.

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