#fanfic lore

[miethrasifan]

At first she was just a means to an end, nothing more than a living map to get you closer to your objective, you didn't account that you might have actually grown to tolerate her, maybe even appreciate her; afterall, she is the reason the task was completed...

[the-lamb-speaks]

The Worst Babysitters In My Cult of the Lamb Universe

Okay, so I said I was going to take a break buuut... while working on this AU I realized something absolutely hilarious.

Briar and Bane are both vessels of the Red Crown, both chosen by Narinder, both thrown into a horrible situation involving gods, prophecy, death, and way too much trauma...

And somehow they ended up with completely different flavors of emotionally damaged old man assigned to them.

🐀 Ratau — Depressed Rat Dad

Everyone knows Ratau. He exists in canon as the former vessel of the Red Crown, the guy who guides the Lamb after their resurrection and helps them understand what they’ve been dragged into.

But because this is my AU and I apparently cannot leave anything alone, Ratau got hit with the character development beam.

In this version, Ratau is less of a mysterious tutorial NPC and more of a genuinely tragic figure.

He was a vessel.

He carried the Crown.

He failed.

And instead of becoming bitter or turning away from everything, he stayed. He remained devoted to Narinder, even after losing the thing that once made him important.

Which is honestly such a fascinating contrast because Ratau is someone who lost everything and still found a reason to keep going.

Then Briar shows up.

A tiny, terrified lamb who has just been murdered, resurrected, handed a sentient eldritch artifact, and told "congrats, start a cult."

And Ratau takes one look at this disaster child and basically goes:

"Well. Guess I'm a father now."

Not literally, but emotionally?

Absolutely.

He's still sad. He's still carrying the weight of his own failure. But he is alive in this AU.

He worries. He has opinions.

He's not just "the guy who failed."

He's the guy who failed and chose to help someone else succeed.

🦌The Hollow Shepherd — The Haunted Crypt Uncle

And then there is the Goat.

Because if Briar gets Ratau, Bane absolutely needed someone equally tragic and equally weird.

Enter:

The Hollow Shepherd.

A creature that was never meant to exist.

A failed vessel.

A discarded attempt.

A mistake Narinder made and then decided was too useful to throw away.

The Hollow Shepherd was created during Narinder's desperation.

Before the Lamb. Before the prophecy. Before the Red Crown found the vessel it was actually waiting for.

He was supposed to be a solution.

A way out.

Except the Crown rejected him, and somehow, his body survived.

His soul didn't.

Now he exists somewhere between life and death: a half-rotted, half-living relic of Narinder's desperation.

A creature that crawled out of a grave and is honestly just exhausted about the whole situation.

He doesn't remember his original name anymore.

He doesn't sleep.

He doesn't eat.

He is covered in old relics, broken chains, faded markings, and pieces of a life he cannot fully remember.

The biggest thing?

While Ratau functionally acts as help, guide and comfort for Briar, Hollow Shephard acts as both guide and cautionary tail.

He represents what happens when a gods desperation does not turn out as planned.

I wrote Ratau as devoted and having blind faith.

The Hollow Shephard is some one who's survived having his god fail him and is still forced to serve.

I think that's really important and explains how Bane handles his crown differently compared to Briar who's actively manipulated and influenced by his crown.

Anyway...

This AU accidentally gave the Lamb a sad old rat dad and the Goat a haunted crypt uncle, and I refuse to apologize.

One of them teaches emotional healing.

The other teaches eldritch artifact safety.

Both are exhausted.

Both are somehow responsible for traumatized murder animals with god complexes.

10/10 parenting. No notes.

[twisted-affections-for-u]

Do you think they can smell when [name] is turned on?

They being the werewolf!141

This made me giggle because I, in fact, had thought about this but didn't expect anyone to ask.

In short terms: Yes, they can. In the "You smell different than usual, but I can't tell what it is" kind of way and not the "I can immediately smell your horny" type of way.

Long version: I was thinking WAY too hard on how I want their senses to work, how strong they should be, but keep it to where it can also be used as a weakness. I'm going to base a lot of their heightened senses off of dogs as I've been around they basically my whole life.

The way werewolf!ghost team smells is like they can tell your smell is different, but lots of things could change that. Reader is also on pain killers so they already smell different from the first day they got there. The werewolves haven't been around Reader enough to identify what Reader smells like normally, so they just chalk it up to the pain killers or stress.

Now here is where I turn into a freak. I was having a hard time trying to do the breakfast scene for chapter 3 and decided to start writing a dub con scene for fun and that's when I had the idea of looking up a bunch of things regarding dogs and sense of smell. Well, humans have two glands (apocrine sweat glands I believe) which dogs are drawn to smell because it produces a scent based on hormonal changes and stress. It's why dogs like to sniff near your crotch basically. And this was why I came up with the idea that they can't immediately tell your horny. Also because I get to draw out scenes without digging myself a hole that I will have trouble getting out of.

Long rant of my thought process over. Hope this answer sufficed!

[y-nismyname]

House Silverfyre

My Oc Cadet House Silverfyre Wiki Page

“Their house was founded on the bodies of frail, snivelling babes. And yet, 250 years later, they remain as strong as their Valyrian steel.”

— The Testimonies of Archmaesters in The History of Noble Houses of Westeros

[wither-storm-productions]

Oracle/Digen lore Also new OC Wither Storm!! (Trust)

Oracle: Wither Storm.......do you know why you're here at this court right now? Wither Storm: yes....I do Oracle: well..........I'll tell you anyway Wither Storm: ......

Oracle: You are here for rejecting orders from the Astrals

Wither Storm: You can't prove that.........they weren't orders we're they?

Oracle: ......

Wither Storm: My question is: What orders?

Oracle: The orders you were born with! You are the incarnation of death and sickness and yet you cuddled up with that Wither kid!.....

Leo: And before you resist-we're Astrals-we see everything!

Wither Storm: I know that, Leo.....

Oracle: Your missing the point-I made you this way, Wither!-your supposed to be one of the darkness of the universe

Wither Storm: Well.......what if I had a change of heart?

Leo: ......

Fortune: .......

Oracle: WHAT do you mean?

Wither Storm: Well I think it's ab it harsh to force the whole Wither Clan to mine wither crystals their entire lives.......childeren.....

Oracle: !!!!

Leo: That's imposible...........you don't FEEL empathy..........you shouldn't.........Fortune? Did you........

Fortune: ......I only tell the future when it is needed....~

Wither Storm: I don't want to hurt people........

Oracle: BUTS THAT'S NOT YOUR JOB! YOU SAID YOU LOVED THE MURDER AND SLAVERY!..........But now.....I don't know......what else would you want to be!? Not a leader-not a feared leader?

Wither Storm: What you did to the crystals..........IT'S HURTING THE WITHERS! MAKING THEM WEAK AND TIRED! I'D RATHER BE A HEALER THAN THE OPPOSITE!

Oracle: HOW-DARE YOU-SPEAK DOWN TO THE ASTRALS LIKE THAT! A HEALER!? I MADE YOU INTO A LEADER A FEARED MONARCH! AND YOU CAST IT DOWN LIKE NOTHING!

Leo: !!!!

Fortune: !!!!

Wither Storm: You act like it's a gift..............no gift to me being feared I don't want power I want......kindness I guess

Oracle: You will get no kindness...............You will get only pain

Wither Storm: !!!!!! ...............For what?!

Oracle: Questioning the Astrals! You will have the worst of the punishment............ Wither Storm: Im not scared of you.........

Leo: Me and Fortune...........and Oracle-have decided your fate-it will be most-

Oracle: Your a virus Wither! You've always have been! Influencing your fellow Ancients to be just like you!

Wither Storm: "Just like you"? huh what being kind?

Oracle: that's part of it-but not the point- You will destroy everything you touch! Just like the sickness you are! and to make it more.......strict for you......

Wither Storm: ......

Oracle: I will up the effects of the wither crystals-no need for THEM anymore-nor the wither clan. When they are infected they will die-slowly-and Wither away. Except for you-you will live on with your regret and sorrow!

Wither Storm: Not you can't! you-you Monster! Not like that-

Stolas/Sun: Wither.......are you ok?

Wither Storm: .......do you want to know what happened to nexus?....like you really do?

Oracle: "Wither away"!! See what I did there? >:D

Leo: STFU

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[writes-too-much]

random post-MJ headcanons (my fic lore, Peeniss Edition)

The Victors Village in D1 becomes the it spot for surviving Victors (definitely more than the 7 canon ones but not all of the Victors out themselves again). Rhubae and En move in together in Rhubae's house, Gus and Penny in his house, Cash and Gloss stay in there.

Even Finnick makes a 'winter home' in Pleur's old house for him and his son. (and Johanna always comes in town specifically when he does, rarely otherwise)

Katniss/Peeta technically 'get' a reserved Victor's Home in D1 but they've only ever visited like 3 times. Haymitch always stays with Cashmere (platonically) when he visits, a lot more often.

Cashmere and Gloss visit Katniss/Peeta (and Haymitch) often (were talking every other month) and it only gets more often after Toast Baby #1 hatches.

Haymitch stops drinking, cold-turkey, after Toast Baby #1's announcement. And never picks up the bottle again.

Cashmere both misses being a mother figure AND knows how hard parenting is from watching her mom so she eats those children up.

Gloss, however, is awkward as fuck around the Toast Babies but they never fail to gravitate towards him for whatever reason.

In both lores, Gus and Penny start adopting kids in their late 30s (so like 15+ years after the Rebellion quiets down) bc Penny has some very negative associations with everything from her own genetics, her family history, birth trauma, pregnancy trauma, etc. Gus never once pushes for his 'own' kids and always maintains that any kid they have is theirs regardless.

Temper never has kids of her own. She's a decent auntie for Rhubae in a pinch (when kids finally come into the picture) but, otherwise, it's obvious the kids are just not her thing. She's never mean, obviously, but she'll avoid them if she can.

random post-MJ headcanons (my fic lore, Cato/Clove Edition)

despite techncially 'breaking up' after the Rebeliion, Clove and Hera Ella constantly get back together, break up, rinse, and repeat. It's not toxic necessarily but they spend a good ten+ years trying to figure out if they're actually in love or just codependent from their shared trauma.

Cato and Gemaline have their first and only child, a complete accident, the year after they go to visit her now-redone Arena. Probably not related but the baby absolutely was an unplanned accident. Oops.

Both Clove and Hera Ella, usually separately unless they're back together for a few months, are incredible aunties to the little Catoline baby.

Bc I have Cato as a very black black dude in my fics/lore, Gemaline learns from Hera Ella how to care for black hair (to be fair, she was learning quite a bit through osmosis w/ Cato) while Clove shows her specifically good baby-safe/comfortable hair styles.

Once again, Cashmere is all over this fucking baby which Gemaline, wildly out of her element, despite having helped raise her three sisters w/ her mom, can only appreciate.

The Fannie Baby (Finnick x Annie) and Catoline baby grow up together and it is adorable to say the least.

In this AU, since Katniss/Peeta don't surivive, Haymitch ends up moving in to the D1 Victor's Village basically from the jump and lives in Satine Cullinan's (the oldest D1 Victor dead a few years before the QQ) house lowkey on his own from most of the others. But he visits Cashmere often despite their relationship morphing away from pretend-relationship-fuckery to an older brother/father/drunkle (drunk uncle) thing.

Those old fake flirtations slip out pretty often bc now both of them (Cash and Haymitch) enjoy lowkey tormenting Gloss w/ it despite all three of them knowing it goes nowhere.

In this AU, also since K/P don't survive, he never gets his push to stop drinking completely.

[sorrowsofsilence]

MΛЯKΣD ➵ LORE || O.M.E.N

(warning: mention of an underage assassin!noah for backstory purpose of where it all began. this just builds some lore with the meaning of OMEN, and when noah was taken to become an assassin (unwillingly, so mentioning being held hostage) - just since the mini series doesn’t delve much into how he got where he is today) approx. ~ 250 words // not necessary to read with the story, but will build some understanding

FILE 1087

Age: 16

Location: Facility 8 || underground

Designation: Agent 1087; Sebastian

Real name: Erased on arrival

The boy sat shivering on the concrete. No shoes, wrists zip-tied, locks of brunette strands a dishevelled mess. A row of other teens sat beside him; quiet, wide-eyed, and one already crying.

Noah’s eyes glossed over as he watched the other boy sob, afraid to show the same emotion; for fear he’d be chosen next.

The instructor paced slowly, their boots clicking and black coat trailing. With a clipboard in hand, the tapping of the pen against the masonite rang between Noah’s ears, rhythmic with his heartbeat. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“You are not people anymore.”

Noah flinched. The crying kid beside him choked on a sob.

And rather than stopping at the kid who showed weakness, the instructor crouched in front of Noah instead, leering eye to eye.

“You are not names. You are not stories. You are not sons or daughters. You are function.”

He held up a small tablet. On it was a simple phrase.

“Say it.”

Noah squinted. His voice cracked with uncertainty as his lips parted slowly, hesitant to speak.

But he knew if he didn’t make a sound, there would be consequences.

“Obedience. Memory. Execution. Null.” He said, shaking.

“Again.”

“Obedience. Memory. Execution. Null.”

With a satisfied glare, the instructor smiled faintly. Not kindly.

“Repeat it every day until you stop flinching. Until you forget what your mother’s voice sounded like. Until you know, that if you disobey, you are nothing.”

Noah said it again. And again.

And again.

Until he started to believe it.

Obedience. Memory. Execution. Null.

OMEN.

MASTERLIST