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Hi I'm Ratrigo. This is my story blog for random things i write. My other blog is @a-sickly-rat

Tags I have for stories: Holy Vampirism; Jacob and Veronica; Highschool Experience; Time Ticker; Corruption

More to be added!

My stories are usually tagged as the writing rat

I do write poems as well but they're not the best and follow no rules so they're honestly closer to me just yapping, they're tagged as the rat poet

Squeaking rat is for me talking, usually about my plans

#the writing rat #the rat poet #squeaking rat

aropride

did… did she do that?

chipjrwibignaturals

the prophecy ^

kociamieta

KILL YOURSELF

at least buy me dinner first omg…

Laying in bed

With my knees to my chest

And my breath caught in my throat

And all I can think about

Is if you love me

Am I ever on your mind

When I'm not around?

Do you defend me

If someone talks bad about me

Do you talk about me

With a smile on your face

And I sit there

And I think about asking

But I don't

Because I know the answer.

#the rat poet

Your eyes remind me of fireflies

Dancing across the evening sky

And of the fireplace

Warming a cold Christmas morning

They remind me of love

They remind me of comfort

Of days sitting and watching the sunset

Of nights staring up at the stars

Of the warmth in my heart

Of the fire in my soul

Of the love I feel for you

Of the way you make me whole

They remind me of you.

#the rat poet

furballfaggot

put your blorbo somewhere

taffy puller

The Scary Zone

one of the spirals on the game changer set

gachapon capsule

bin full of toys

wii home menu

skate park

pile of crumbs

surface of the sun

nice apartment with affordable rent and a good view

barrel of a mechanical pencil with the lead still in it

the spencers pinback button basket

Voting ended onMay 6, 2025

(you can also put prev somewhere instead if you cant pick a blorbo)

#putting that man in a pile pf crumbs

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Chat I might post the story I wrote years ago

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I did it.

#squeaking rat

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Corruption

The room erupted in cheers. Cups clanged against each other. Nobles from all over the land came to the castle for the yearly party. They were to bring their best knight with them and whichever knight the king deems weakest puts a bullseye on their noble's back. The losing noble would end up dismembered with the king's branding on their chest, right above the heart. However, the noble with the strongest knight would get a bag full of rubies and emeralds. Everyone else got to be grateful they were alive.

The king was an ex-knight who had gotten the throne by overthrowing the old king with the help of what was now the closest thing he had to a queen, his court mage.

Everand didn’t want to be here. He was brought here by his baron. As flattering as it was to be considered his best knight, he hated all the parties that came with it.

He looked around the room. All the nobles were partying, chugging various drinks and flirting with whatever woman they saw. The knights however stood out in the chaos. Aside from having their nice armor on, they looked to be scanning the party for any possible danger. They were always nearby their nobles and watching everyone around like a hawk. Very few were drinking, even less were socializing outside of when their lords would call them over to talk to some other noble. Every single one was tense. This was not a party for the knights, this was a battleground where you could never hit first. If they lost they wouldn't even get the relief of dying, instead being responsible for the death of their lord. Most losing knights were outcasted or took their life in their own hands and weren't around long enough to be outcasted.

“Everand!”

He turned to the source of the sound, his baron, Orion, was calling for him.

Orion whistled for him and patted his legs as if calling a dog, “here boy!”

He couldn’t help but smile as he strode over, “Yes, My Lord?”

“Say hello to the court mage,” he motioned to the person next to him.

A woman stared at him, dressed in a beautiful black linen dress adorned in red gemstones and gold embroidery. Her brown eyes locked onto his bright green ones and Everand had to hold his hand still to keep himself from grabbing his sword. She looked him up and down then grimaced before turning around.

“Follow,” she ordered before walking off.

Him and Orion exchanged glances before beginning to follow her. Her curly brown hair was in a braid, along with various colored ribbons, that just barely reached the bottom of her ribcage. She made long strides that he could easily keep up with but Orion could not.

“Forgive me, Your Grace, but could we slow? My Lord wishes to walk at a leisurely rate,” he told the royal mage.

She grumbled but slowed, allowing Orion to catch up. Everand gave him a smile before returning his focus to the woman.

She led them up to the dais and Orion began to noticeably shake. She sat in the seat next to the king. Everand looked up at the king. He was dressed in purple and gold silks along with various rings and necklaces that had glistening gemstones embedded in them. His crown lay on his head, his blonde hair flowed out from under it perfectly framing his face. Finally, they made eye contact. All the hair stood up on his arms and he could hear his heartbeat. The king's piercing blue eyes and sinister smile made him feel as if he was being hunted for fun.

He gulped and forced his voice not to tremble, “did you summon me, Your Majesty?”

The king laughed, causing a chill to shoot up Everands spine, “no need formalities, Sir Everand.”

He never wished to not be a knight as hard as the king knowing his name made him.

“What seems to be the trouble, Your Majesty?

The king's face hardened, “I want you to take down Lord Cedric.”

Orion choked on his drink and went into a coughing fit, Everand reached over and patted his back.

“Me? Why? Why Lord Cedric?”

“That is not your place,” the court mage replied forcefully.

“If he’s risking his life he has a right to know!” Orion responded, stepping forward.

In a blur the court mage was standing over him and Orion was on the ground, with a bright red handprint along his face. The room went silent immediately, nobody moved, everyone was just staring at her. No. At them. They were the ones in the wrong by questioning the king strongly enough to be in this situation.

“Will do, Your Majesty,” he told the king before helping Orion up and leading him out of the party, glaring at everyone who was still staring as they walked by.

A few days later he was on a horse headed to Dumstrat, which was Lord Cedric's land, with his two servants next to him.

The day passed by and it was well into the night before they finally reached the castle. The castle was overly extravagant for such a small and insignificant territory. It was made of bricks and limestones with towers that stretched into the sky. Flags fly from the towers in his colors: red, gold, and blue. He looked to the entrance, huge doors of wood and metal lay in waiting. Next to them hung a bell easily the size of his torso and leaned against the wall underneath was a long log. He lifted it up and hit the bell with it, causing a loud clang and a vibration that he felt in his heart. Moments later, the doors creaked open and he saw Sir Edmond standing there, semi ready for a fight. His armor was visibly put on with haste and he was holding his sword.

“Oh, Sir Everand, why are you here?” he sounded tired, he must've been woken up.

“We were heading through and saw the castle, could we possibly stay for the night?”

“No funny business though, right?”

“None,” he flashed him a grin.

Edmond squinted, questioning if he was being honest, before smiling.

“Alright go ahead,” he said, moving to the side.

They rode their horses in and dismounted.

“I'm gonna go back to bed, you guys can bunk in the courtyard,” he mumbled through yawns, going back up the stairs to the watchtower.

Everand waited a few minutes before moving to the door into the castle. The door opened with a loud screech, making him wince. He shut the door behind him and started up down the hall. He walked on the rug to slightly muffle his steps but they still echoed through the castle. For once he was happy he attended all those parties because he knew the area the royal rooms were. He went up the stairs and almost ran into a servant carrying towels. The woman looked at him with curiosity before continuing on. She must've thought he was one of Lord Cedric's.

He continued down the hall but came to find the royal wing had a door blocking it off. He looked around before trying the handle. It didn't budge. He groaned and started down the hall where the servant went.

He tried doors as he went along, hoping to find the servants quarters somewhere. Most led to empty rooms but a scarce few led to bedrooms. He began to barely pay attention as he opened them as it was becoming habitual. Then eventually one was different. He noticed this door was wider than others and made of metal. It looked vaguely familiar as he attempted to look through the keyhole. Then his armor accidentally hit against it, making a loud noise, and he turned to run when it burst open. A large man covered in scars was standing there in his pajamas. He noticed the other bunks in the room, it was a knights barracks. Most were still asleep but a few were staring at him.

“Everand? What are you doing here?” The man looked at him with confusion and fear.

“Edmond let me in, just staying for the night.”

“He what? Of course he did. You need to get back out to the courtyard then. I'm going to have to talk to him so I'll go with you.”

The man took Everands arm and began dragging him along. Everand tried to pull his arm away but the man shot him a glare and he knew if he tried to resist it'd end up bad. He looked at the man's hand and only then noticed the best knight symbol. This was going to be bad.

The man burst into the courtyard, pulling Everand behind him, and both Everands servants immediately jumped up. Next to them was Edmond, switching back and forth between giving Everand a betrayed look and the man a fearful one. Everand was shoved forward and almost lost his balance but luckily his servants rushed to stabilize him. The man grabbed Edmond and dragged him away from the group. Everand and his servants pretended they didn't hear him screaming at Edmond. Edmond went inside, shaking and sniffling, as the best knight stood at the entrance of the castle so he could watch them.

“How are we getting you in now?”

“I don't know.”

They sit in silence before his other servant, Jameson, chimes in.

“I have an idea. You aren't gonna like it.”

Everand stretched the fabric to fit him as his servant, Avice, fasted his armor on the Jameson. Everand will dress as a servant while Jameson is dressed in his armor to avoid suspicion from the best knight. Theoretically, it's a good plan. However, Jameson is much smaller than Everand and neither fit the other's clothes.

“This is stupid. It isn't working,” he glanced back at his servants.

Avice was stuffing the armor with various things to make it seem like it fit.

“One of you ask to use the garderobes, maybe he'll let us in then.”

Avice nodded and left the tent, coming back a few minutes later.

“He said no.”

Jameson hummed, catching both their attention.

“What if, with all due respect Sir Everand, one of us goes in there?”

Avice immediately protests before looking to Everand for support.

“We'd need a distraction. You'd need a weapon. Also your clothes back.”

Avice sighed heavily, laying back on the ground.

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After a bit of struggling and some sewing, everyone was in their correct clothes again. The plan was Avice distracts the knight whilst Jameson snuck in. Everands job? Sit by the fire and don't look suspicious. He poked the fire with the stick and ashes shot up, making him cough. He glanced over at Avice, talking to the knight about something. He couldn't hear from here. Eventually he led the knight farther from the door and Jameson took the chance to slip inside.

He's not meant to wait. He's meant to act. Is he even a knight if he waits? Knights never wait, they take control of the situation. Yet here he is. Waiting.

He glanced at Avice who was dozing off next to the fire. Then at the best knight, he must've grabbed a chair at one point as he was now sitting on one next to the door. Everand was pretty sure he was sleeping but he couldn't tell from this far away. He sighed and stared at the fire. The smell of the fire had gotten stronger. He poked it with the stick, wondering what was going on, when he heard it.

Screams came from inside as flames shot out from the windows on one side of the castle. Everand noticed that the royal wing was on the complete opposite side, making him grin as he realized what was going on. Servants ran into the courtyard, filling up the pails by the water spouts. Knights followed, grabbing them as they were filled and rushing inside. Everand took the chance and grabbed a pail, rushing in alongside the knights and leaving Avice behind.

The castle was hot and crowded and smoke filled the halls. Everand ran along with the others until he felt a tug on his arm. He spun around and saw Jameson there, hiding behind a doorway. Jameson went further into the room and Everand followed.

Jameson led him through the room, which appeared to be a storage room, to a large crate behind a tall pile of sacks. He moved the crate to reveal a doorway and Everand went through, coming out in the kitchen. He heard a clang behind him and saw that Jameson had thrown a ring of keys onto the ground and was now moving the crate back in the other room. Everand scooped up the keys and placed them in his bag, cautiously leaving the kitchen and entering the dining hall. He swiftly moved through the dining hall and into the prayer room. He could smell the smoke and began to run, through the prayer room, through the hallways, up the stairs, through more hallways, coming to a stop at the large doors into the royal wing.

He leaned against the wall, panting as he rummaged through his bag for the keys. Eventually he found them, his bag had gotten mixed up from the running and they were at the bottom. He tried each key, the smell of smoke getting stronger, until finally one worked. He pushed open the doors and moved down the hall, looking for the most extravagant door. Finally he found one with intricate designs carved in and filled with gold, he tried to open it and it was not surprisingly locked. He went through the keys until he found the right one and pushed it open. The baron was there sleeping in his bed. He approached silently, raising his sword.

“What are you doing?”

He spun around and saw a knight standing there. They both raised their swords and he lunged. The opposing knight parried, his sword slicing through the air beside Everand. Everand swung from above, causing the knight to expose his torso to block, and kicked him. The knight staggered back and Everand took the opportunity to lunge forward, driving his sword into the knights stomach before pulling it back out. The knight gasped and dropped his sword, hands shooting to wound. Everand wiped his newly red sword, watching as the knight desperately tried to keep the blood in. The knight stumbled forward and clumsily swung at Everand, who just simply backed up. The knight collapsed to the ground, taking labored breaths. Everand crouched down and put a hand on his head, comforting him as the last few seconds of his life went by.

He then stood and looked at Lord Cedric who was cowering in the corner. He figured he wouldn't have to worry about him escaping and decided to get some answers.

“Why does the king want you dead?”

“Huh?” Lord Cedric looked at him confused, “I didn't- I didn't know he did. Please don't kill me.”

“We both know disobeying the king isn't an option so just tell me and I'll make it quick,” Everand shut the door behind him and approached.

Lord Cedric thought about it, “I stole it during the party. My knight did, I mean.”

“What's it?”

“The reward! The prize from that sadistic party! I wanted to give that bastard a lesson, no prize no party.”

“That was a horrible idea.”

Lord Cedric looked down, “I know.”

Everand walked up and hugged him.

“Could you deliver a note?”

Everand nodded and Lord Cedric grabbed his quill and a slip of parchment.

After a bit of hastily writing Lord Cedric spun around, attempting to plunge the sharp end of the quill into Everands neck. Unfortunately, Everand was faster and Lord Cedric was out of the picture. He shoved the note into his bag and left the room.

The smell of smoke was stronger, causing him to start running. Through the hallway, down the stairs, through yet another hallway, he burst into the prayer room almost running straight into the flames that had engulfed it. He shut the door and ran down the hall instead, entering the throne room. It was filled with smoke but there was no fire. He ran across but stopped, hearing a sound behind him.

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A child was hidden behind the throne. The child was dressed in a colorful outfit with a jester hat and was holding a small flute. He moved closer and the child ducked back behind the throne once again.

“Hey it's okay. It's okay,” he tried to coax the child out.

The child just moved farther away. The room was getting warmer and the smoke thicker. He needed to get out or he'd die. He couldn't leave the kid though.

“Come here, we need to leave,” he held a hand out to the kid who glanced around the room and moved a little closer.

“Come on!”

The child jumped back, hugging her flute close.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just come here please, you'll die if you stay here.”

The kids' eyes widened and filled with tears.

“Come here, I can get you out.”

The kid inched forward, “but this is my home.”

“I know. I know. But everyone else is out already.”

The kid considered this before cautiously moving up the Everand.

“It's okay, come here.”

The kid inched forward and Everand scooped her up in one arm, pulling off his scarf and handing it to her.

“Have that around your face to keep the smoke out.”

The kid did as he said and he started running again. He ran out of the throne room, and through the hall, finally he found a window high up and held the kid to it. She climbed in and gave him a nervous glance. He gave her a reassuring smile and she jumped out of the window.

He entered another room that looked to be a servant's room and ran through into a hall. His throat was beginning to hurt from all the smoke. He ran down the hall into a storage room and looked around. Finally he spotted an unusually placed set of shelves and moved it to reveal a passage. He went through and came out in a spare bedroom. He ran out the door and down the hall. He couldn't breathe but he pushed on. He burst into the knights chamber which looked ransacked from how fast they all ran out. The smoke was dark now. He tried to run through the room but was stopped by a coughing fit. He stumbled out of the room and was greeted with fire on one side of the hall. He collapsed to his knees, unable to breathe. He crawled towards the fireless end of the hall, coughing and wheezing.

Eventually he reached the end and looked up to see the door. He tried to reach it but he felt like he was going to pass out. His hand fell to the ground as he struggled to breathe. His head felt heavy and he felt so tired. He hadn't slept since yesterday night, he was exhausted. He laid his head on his arms and shut his eyes. He started to flicker in and out of consciousness. He noticed that he was getting hotter, to the point it was starting to hurt, and attempted to unlatch his armor. He only got his chest plate half off before he fell asleep.

He woke up and his legs felt like they were in an oven, someone was screaming on the other side of the door. He reached up to open it but couldn't get up far enough. He settled with hitting his hand against it before falling back into darkness.

He saw his life appear before him as if he was an onlooker. He saw his mom and his dad across from him at the dinner table. His sister was flinging her peas across the table with her spoon, hitting his dad in the face repeatedly. He laughed and complimented her aim, telling her he wishes she was a boy so she could be part of the army because she'd be great with a catapult. He asked why she needed to be a boy and he told him that girls weren't allowed to do stuff like that because it was a boy thing. He remembers proudly proclaiming that when he's king girls will be able to do whatever they want too. His parents laughed and talked about how kids are so cute when they're ignorant but his sister was staring at him like he was the greatest person in the world. It didn't matter if his parents didn't believe him. His sister was happy and that's all that mattered.

He remembers how that seat next to him went cold just a year after that. Then how his dad's seat followed a few months later. How his mother gave him to the old baron the next year because she couldn't stand to see him anymore. He looked too much like them both.

He remembers how he met Orion that day because they were both hiding under the same table. How they became best friends and how he became a knight because of his sister's murder. How he'd been Orion's best knight since childhood. How when Orion became baron he made Everand swear never to call him Lord. How Orion felt horrible when Everand was punished for refusing to call him Lord. How before he left, Orion said that he better come back or he's going to fight the king himself. After all he had already bought his birthday present, he can't let that go to waste.

Everand jolted into consciousness and frantically looked around. He was in the tent wearing his under armor clothing with Avice and Jameson on either side of him. He went to speak but it came out as a wheeze. He suddenly felt horrible and curled forward. He wheezed once again before he started coughing up soot for a few minutes straight. His throat hurt.

Someone coughed at the tent door and he glanced up. The girl he saved was standing there, holding a bucket of water. He reached forward and noticed burns all over his arms. He grabbed and chugged the water then afterwards they brought the castle mage in so she could patch him up. He would be going back to Orion, it'd take a bit before he went back to fighting but he'd be with Orion and that's all that matters.

#the writing rat #Corruption