#Oz ily

[emry-stars-oc]

i am so intrigued by the calendar and would love and explanation if you're willing 👀

Rubbing my little hands together, we got someone to ask lads (sorry I’m late but here we are)

ANYWAY. Calendar of Avan. A year has 532 days, nineteen months, with four weeks of seven days each month. It’s also split into two ‘half-years’, with 8 1/2 months in the first half and 10 1/2 in the second. For moon reasons we will discuss below

Top wheel is the first half of the year, bottom wheel is the second! The first month is Asellio, then follow both wheels around clockwise to get back to the middle. The middle month there is Liba, in its own circle. This is because the 14th night of Liba is ‘brightnight’ (it’s probably going to be all working titles used in this post) - when both moons are completely full! Then we go around the bottom wheel, until you get back up to the dark circle just above Liba. It’s the first day of the year, as you may have guessed, because it’s the night of the twin new moons, or ‘darknight’. The night between Eumenes of the old year and Asellio of the new.

Seasons as follows:

Stormtide - a season of chaotic weather patterns between winter and spring, a literal storm season

Daybirth - spring

Sunpeak - summer

Starfall - I don’t have an excuse for this one, I just think there being a time of the year where the sky is full of comets/shooting stars/etc is too good to pass up

Dayfade - autumn

Frostwake - winter

I think that covers like all the immediate questions about the calendar here.. if I missed something or want me to expound on anything y’all can just lmk

Side note - because the year is so long, some inhabitants of Avan might keep track of their birthdays as well as which half of the year they are in. For example, if our example character was turning 25 years old in our universe, irl, then on Avan they would be in the first half of their 17th year. This is probably officially noted as something like 17-1 or 17/1, but the one is implied, so noted just 17. On the other hand, if the example was turning 23, they’d be in the second half of their 15th year on Avan, something like 15-2 or 15/2.

Or maybe they just keep track of plain old years 🤷 we’re still messing around with everything. For ease of reading and for clarity I’ll probably just refer to seasons and ages as their Earth equivalents most of the time, but just know. I’ve thought about all this lol

[itsamarlfox]

Why in gods name is buffy drinking the milk like that

[ozziethegreat]

I’m pausing my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 colorkiller thing to work on very serious stuff

Color belongs to superyoumna

[sleepyzuku]

WALLY DARLING IRL?? /srs

I actually havent drawn a whole lot recently! So ill just dump some doodles here

i cant minimise them all, apologies!!

I also wanted to mention saturday of sept i went to comiccon as wally!

here!

[cellphonehippie]

and is it over now? do you know how? pick up the pieces and go home

happy birthday claire @ofthirtynine <3 i hope you have the best day!!!

[tabooiart]

why did i start a painting at 12 am

[dalloneveryday]

day 159! have a dallon :)

[letsflypige0n]

maybe oz is just a really dedicated furry who is also really terrible at making fursuits. he tries something a bit different in S4, but still isn't getting it :/ but gold star for effort ⭐

[altaruwusmolboiz]

Boy from Oz brainrot

[ozpins-halfway-house]

Give me, give me the explanation post

Just... Qrow feeling so down on himself all the time. Like he can't do anything right, he's lost everything good that ever happened to him and it's all his fault, he hates the person he is and feels like he doesn't deserve what he has, so who cares if he loses it?

Then he meets Oz. Who hangs on every word Qrow says. Who listens with no judgment and is always genuinely interested in what he has to say. Who refuses to give up on him, even when he wants to give up on himself. Who admires his resilience and dedication. Who sees something beautiful where Qrow only sees something that's broken.

A man who truly believes that Qrow is not a hopeless case. That their relationship is worth every ounce of effort he puts into it. That Qrow deserves the world, even if he can't see it that way. That's okay. Because Oz will see it for him.

And that mentality coming from someone he admires so much changes Qrow's entire life.

[mxrphy]

never normal about ryan o'reily and tobias beecher anyways finished season two rewatch on to season three ^^

[metalkingshit]

I LOVE GETTING DRUNK I LOVE DRINKING ALCOHOL THAT TASTES LIKE SHIT BUT WILL GET ME HIGH QUICK I LOVE ALCOHOL THANK GOODNESS FOR ALCOHOL IT TASTED LIKE SHIT AND IT WAS EXPENSIVE BUT IT GOT ME JOYOUS AND UNFORTUNATELY MADE ME FEEL LIKE JOAQUIN PHOENIX IN THE MOVIE ABOUT THE ORIGIN OF SCIENTOLOGY OR SOME SHIT WHERE HE WAS AN ALCOHOLIC AND HE DRANK PAINT THINNER AND THE BOATS GAS OR WHATEVER I FELT LIKE HIM WHEN I GOT THAT EXPENSIVE ASS SHITTY DRINK IT TASTED LIKE PAINT THINNER THANK GOODNESS MY LIVER CAN PROBABLY BOUNCE BACK AFTER THIS MONSTROSITY OF A LIQUID I DID NOT GIVE THEM TIPS THE SERVICE WAS AWFUL GOOD NIGHT

[itsamarlfox]

Sorry I'm still watching buffy and angel spike and Oz are here hello? I knew spike was in ats but oz! Hello!

[bruciemilf]

hiii ily tell some more abt silly little bruce wayne

Baby Bruce gets kidnapped. A lot

Luckily for all involved, it happens when he’s a little too young to comprehend what kidnapping IS. It does seem rather odd that mama and papa fire cooks, gardeners, and drivers so often.

(‘Fire’ is the childproof version of ‘we slaughtered these bastards in the basement’)

Thomas is very protective over him and has huge doubts about leaving him unattended. It’s just kind of hard being around your child when you reek of murder all the time

Alfred can handle it, but there’s a collective mourning in the fact that he HAS to.

Very shy kid; Aside from Oliver and Harvey, he never made a lot of friends, but then again, his parents don’t have that many either. He has his uncle Oz and his stuffed toys, and Alfie, and that’s alright with him

I think Thomas and Martha would love for him to have some, but you just can’t be too sure, ever

I think he’d make good friends with Alberto Falcone; Thomas knows an unwanted child when he sees one, so Carmine’s little son is always welcomed around.

“you know, you’re nothing like your dad” for Alberto, that’s a compliment.

Martha was an expert marksman and definitely thought him how to handle guns, but she always made a game out of it. Can’t be too harsh with the baby

Bruce was a mafioso baby let’s be real

Thomas was big on spoiling him, but he also made it clear Gotham didn’t have favorites; She can, thought, pick sides sometimes.

After he and Martha get killed, Bruce wonders why she didn’t pick theirs.

[livingproofoftbd]

brandy

rated m | 31.8k words | single chapter

tags: mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, confessions, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, non explicit sex

like all stupid mistakes, it starts with a bottle of alcohol. specifically, a good bottle of brandy.

or, dream and george have a baby

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huge thanks to @dwtdog and @oz-anonymous for beta reading ily guys <33

also thanks to @uftopia for the ideas when i sent you an anon like a month and a half ago lol (i used most of them)

[trashmouth-richie]

hi, ziggy! ahhh i missed hih ❤️ could you pretty please do something for jealous!eddie where maybe somebody flirts with tooty because she got that milf glow after she had the babies lmao ily ❤️

anon💕💕 thank you for the req! this took a little spin and has an open ending, but!!! the twins are in this and some other familiar faces ❤️ might get a part 2? who knows!

a night out without the kids. almost an unheard of event. but tonight corroded coffin were performing their annual concert the night before halloween.

sissy & oz toted their overnight bags up the paved sidewalk to grandma and grandpa’s house— the same house you had once called home when the wheeler’s took you in as a teen.

reaching the front door eddie squats to eye level with the twin three year olds. “okay you two,” he says in his fatherly tone, “last time you stayed the night grandpa said you terrorized the cat.”

“i no do it daddy,” sissy speaks her little voice high pitched and tattling, “ows chaseded hims.”

a frown spreads on her brothers face his brown eyes pleading, “i did not! sissy made tinky swim in the potty!”

eddie bites his lip to hide a laugh and you take a deep breath, “that’s another thing, the cat’s name is bruce, not stinky.”

“but mama,” sissy complains, head held high in a defiant pose— one eddie recognizes as a mini version of his wife, “boose 's hard to say.”

eddie ruffles her hair and stands up, talking out of the side of his mouth, “always arguing like someone else i know,”

his large hand slides down the curve of your ass pinching the leather fabric snug on your skin, giving it a tight little squeeze.

“eddie!” you scold, swatting his hand away, “not in front of the babies.”

he grabs your waist and pulls you back into him before you can rap your knuckles on the front door. his mouth is hot in your ear, “sorry mama,” he purrs, dancing his tongue on the shell of your ear, “you just look so fucking hot tonight.”

sissy and oz are both slapping the door with both palms as it swings inward. “who’s makin’ all that racket?!”

“gwampa! it’s us!”

“issy and ows!”

wayne smiles as big as he always did when his grandbabies visited, “are you sure y’all ain’t no robbers are ya?”

“gwampa’s silly, daddy!” oz squeaks, squeezing wayne tight around his leg.

eddie grins and chuckles, “aww nah buddy that word is ‘senile’”

you smack eddie in the chest and usher the kids inside to play with their cousin, alex. “thanks for watching them tonight, we really appreciate it,” you say to wayne reaching through the threshold and giving him a hug.

“ah, ain’t no problem,” wayne says flipping eddie the bird behind your back, “karen and i love these little turds.”

“u too oh two be good for grandpa and grandma okay? eddie hollers, “be nice to the cat, sissy… i’m talkin’ to you.”

her little nose wrinkles into a pout and her brows furrow together.

“swear to christ himself, that kid is the spittin’ image of you, tooty.”

“god help me.” eddie pouts, “i’m gonna go gray before i’m forty.”

—

you kiss the kids goodbye and wave from the windows of your jeep before heading to the hideout. eddie looked particularly good tonight, leather pants, a cut off shirt, he even let you smear some eyeliner on his eyelids before tonight’s gig.

“nervous?” you ask, carrying some cords from eddie’s old van that now belonged to big d.

gareth walks past you with an amp, “not really, the hideouts like home away from home, makes me feel 18 again.”

you smile and ruffle his still thick curls, “will coming tonight?”

a sad look replaces his smile, “haven’t talked to him in a week… last i heard from jonathan he was staying with joyce and hopper.”

“he’ll come around man,” eddie says coming through the back door, “he loves you.”

“yeah, i hope.”

—

the boys— men now— rocked a killer show, fans still screaming for the band even though half of them were married and the lead singer had two kids.

you were front in center, in your designated spot that you always stood after the first show where eddie sang ‘lady evil’ just for you.

now you were sporting a new homemade shirt, ‘sitter’ crossed out with ‘mama’ his old leather jacket on your shoulders.

a hand sits on your lower back you giggle, “jeez nance, how drunk are you?”

only it wasn’t nancy, but a random guy. burly and tall, a thick beard on his face matching the short hair on his head, balancing a cowboy. you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and you pull back with a shocked face,

he smiles and you can smell liquor on his breath as he leans in real close, “been watchin’ you all night little darlin’ looks like you need a drink.”

you scowl and turn away from him, looking for jonathan and nancy but they’re nowhere to be found.

“hey,” he blunders stumbling towards you, “you like cowboys?”

you don’t want to give him the time of day or even the satisfaction of a tasteful retort so you do your best to ignore him, looking at eddie as he turns to thrash the guitar riff with jeff.

eddie turns back around to continue the song and shoots you a wink, the same time a big sloppy pair of lips press on your cheek, hard and unwelcoming.

you didn’t see eddie’s eyes turn to black or the way he dropped the neck of his guitar hands balled into fist, you were seeing your own scarlet red, turning and slapping the face of the drunk asphalt “cowboy”.

eddie cuts the band and grabs the mic, “hey fucker!” he pushes his lips in a smooch and whistles like a dog, “here boy, up here.. yeah you— the guy who just got slapped.”

cowboy slap face looked up to the band, “what?”

“you must be new to town, huh? a drifter maybe?”

he lifts his head and spits on the ground, “what’s it to you?”

eddie laughs a little crazy-like, “… that,” he says pointing to you, “is my wife… and i’m sure you don’t know this or maybe your marbles are a little rattled up there with the cobwebs, but..” he jumps from the stage in a dramatic flare, wet hair bouncing behind him, skin slicked in sweat.

he tossing the mic behind him, standing tall and flicking the brim of the guys hat, toe to toe. “i’m not afraid to kill a man.”

“you’re bluffin’,”

“wouldn’t be my first, and for her,” he says moving you behind him, “won’t be my last,”

….