#hope you enjoy it Oswin

[thechaotichorselord]

I DID MY FIRST EVER ARTFIGHT ATTACK!

went a little overboard with it and it took me forever but i’m proud of it!

ignore the flipashit logo my phone doesn’t have premium

Virgil belongs to @/employee052 :7

AND HEAH IM POSTING IT TOOK TOO LONG DINGDONG BINGBONG

[wings-of-ink]

Alright, everyone!

HERE ARE THE ASKS YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

Below the cut are the asks and my answers/responses. I do apologize for not answering these individually, but some of them contain spoilers for chapter 5 content. Given the developments and reveals of the chapter, I want to let things simmer a bit before I pop off responses like normal.

If my Nonies listed below want to pop back into the ask box and let me know they got their answer, I would appreciate that, but you don't have to either (or if you have an additional question or comment, that's fine too!). I will reblog this a few times to make sure you have a higher chance of spotting it.

I numbered the Asks and put my answers in another color so you can tell things apart a bit easier. This is a trial run on answering these this way. I will also tag things for spoilers. ^_^

Anon:  "There's a she-wolf in the closet" made me laugh so hard I cried sdfjglkjl I was not expecting that out of nowhere 🤣😭  the temptation to name the wolf Shakira...............immense.

I'm so glad you got that reference! My husband and I sing that song to each other with the little "awoos" and all, lol. It was too good to pass up. Fun fact, if you name her Shakira, Oswin has a unique response. 

2. Anon:  Hmmm. "I like the name Aster I'll probably use it again" HMMMMM hMMMMM hmmmMMMM Is this new Aster the ??? RO

Remembered that, did ya 😁 (I was quietly cackling when I wrote that for the old ask). You questioning Aster just makes me want to mess with you Nony, you can't tempt me like this! 

3. Anon:  Aster is so hawt, carressing our cheek w his thumb???? "i wont hurr you" pls let him be an ro bc gah damnnnn

Glad that did it for you, Anon, lol. There will be more of that in store. ^_^

4. Ravioli anon here, hope you remember me LOL I just finished reading the new chapter and I HAD A BLAST The whole gang in here now!!!!!! Aster is no longer question marks!!!! (I will admit when they were introcuded I almost, ALMOST expected their name in game to just be ???)

Hello Ravioli! Still chuckling about that I hope you know. The temptation was unreal to leave ??? in there, lol. At this point, even I know him more by that than his name!

Also to keep up with my perfect choice of names, my she-wolf is now named Der, because together we are Ravi and Der Get it, Ravi 'n Der. Consider this as a way to honor our dear grandma we were named after by our loving dads, you'll never be forgotten, you girlboss of a woman 

OMG, you are killing me over here, lol. This makes me want to code something for that, lol. Just your fathers shaking their heads at your MC while still being kinda amused and weirdly proud. Grandmother Ravinder would glare at you, but smile later.

5. @origamihoshi: Screaming about the necklace Oswin gives MC, my headcanon about MC wearing the snail shell as a necklace can now be canon! and I guess more reasons for my MC to be down bad for Oswin oops. I'm loving the update! I'm so happy to finally meet Rune, I love them so much! I wanna befriend them all. and I feel like there's been a good balance to spend time with all the characters so far and that makes me really happy. 😌Also cuddling with Zahn was so sweet oh my god, I love them so much too! I got so many more questions about MC and the curse, and the mark for that matter, looking forward to when we finally get some answers.

I very, very nearly told you that when you posted your MC, I was so ecstatic. I thought if you while coding that section too. I am so glad you enjoyed the new chapter and new goodies. Lots of fun stuff to come! ^_^

6. @mutsuowo:  HELP I NAMED THE SHE-WOLF ASTER BECAUSE I FIRST CALLED THE MULE YARROW AND NOW I HAVE NOT ONE, NOT TWO BUR THREE ASTER* GOING AROUND (I know one changed to Lakota but the joke that count)

Whoops! Lol Sorry my friend! I don't think any more Asters are hiding about at least. Probably….

7. @mutsuowo: I got spoiled of Aster's name by accident and even then I mistook it for being Lakota, so I thought somehow Lakota had a divorce and took the children to be an option romance with the MC. Cue to me acting like a variety game host and going "We have a cult member, a magician, childhood friends and also a wolf...what about you Aster ? What do you bring to make we choose you ?" The answer was being a DILF

Lol! Oh dear, yeah, bestie has a quarter-life crisis and leaves his wife and 4 kids to live that DILF life. Love it, this is some quality daytime TV stuff. 😆 

8. Anon:  Hello there! I am currently in the middle of the newest chapter, very very good work! Spoiler ahead : So MC is absorbing magic? That might actually help the theory that somehow MC is a god, demi-god, or whatever that is: cursed because they are on this plane and needing magic as a very part of their being? I can't imagine that a god wouldn't be starving for magic if deprived of it. Perhaps in GC it's not magic gods handle, but something similar? The fact that we CHOSE the mark truly makes me think that somehow we were choosing an aspect of ourselves for some reason. Not only something physical either. If not our domain, perhaps a tell of why we were cursed in the first place ? I wonder if, before the Curse manifested, MC would have been flagged as a magic being ? I don't think there was anybody that could have sussed them out back then though ? Rune is amazing, btw, big fan. Can't wait for Purple Lad to accompany us and need a bath as badly as Duri did !

Oooh, are you perhaps my Nony who sent some other theories in about this? Very juicy theory as well. Next chapter you'll learn a bit more about Hayat's curse over the gods and see if it lines up or changes your thoughts more. 😁 I'm glad you like Rune too! They are in for a new experience for sure. Even if they aren't as stuffy as other nobles, they definitely appreciate more refined things. The little town MC grew up in might be a bit of a culture shock. 

9. Anon:  Sooooo... I'm thinking we ARE the mad god ! A reincarnation of it at least ! Thinking about how the cult wanted us dead, I am thinking that as long as MC is alive, they can't have another incarnation of them.   But What exactly was it that drove the god mad ?

Oooh! This one is juicy too! These theories are so tasty! Lots of questions with this one. And like the one above, there may be some info in chapter 6 that may just give more evidence one way or another.

10. Anon:  Me on my first playthrough: oh, Oswin's pretty cute! I think I'll try romancing him first Me when I meet Zahn: oh no you can't just make me choose like that how am I supposed to do this Me when I meet Duri: are you kidding me. Ok screw it I'm romancing Duri Me when I meet Rune: FUCKAIJASJDSAAA Me when I meet ???: No reaction because I'm already combusted. I can't even anymore 

Lol! I am glad and maybe just a tiny bit sorry that you're so torn, my dear. Let's find some glue and get you patched up… ^_^

11. Anon:  HAVE THEORIES! NATHAN IS DURI'S UNCLE, AND ASS-TER -HE DESERVES THAT AFTER THE RING BUSINESS >:( - WAS RAISED BY THOSE ASSHOLES WHO ALMOST KIDNAPPED MC! (I am open to Asster endearing himself later, but I'm mad at him rn, how dare he hurt my already hurt, lovely, MC 😡😡😡) Anyway, your writing is impeccable as always, can't wait to (perhaps) bring Asster to his knees (with love or spite, or maybe both?? He seems like someone easy to love-hate, lol). Tysm, for God Cursed, I love it <333

Yaaass, moar theories! That's a good one too! Nathan having some secrets wouldn't be shocking either. They'd get along too… And it is totally fair for MC to be salty! And ASSter is a perfect nickname, lol. It's also fair that in chapter 6 you'll be able to (try to) get after him about it. :3

12. Anon:  TW SPOILERS ''There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you- Nothing more… But for your own sake. Y/N, I'm a monster. I have been a monster. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me.'' UUUUHHMMMMM, EXCUSE MEE?????? LIKE THIS IS THE MOST-ROMANTIC-NON-LOVE-CONFESSION I HAVE EVER HEARD??? EVEN THOUGH IT BURNS ME TO NOT KNOW WHAT AFFLICTS OSWIN, AFTER HEARING THAT I'M WILLING TO WAIT FOR HIM.

I love that you love this! I might have cried juuuust a little bit when I wrote that scene, lol (shocking, I know).

13. Anon:  replayed the IF from the start for the update and gosh i felt so bad for our dear MC who has gone through SO much in a (relatively) short amount of time. and the way MC just always thinks about their fathers makes me sobbbbbb. one that always gets me is the scene where MC cried out for their fathers when they were in pain (my heart broke when they said they wanted to be held by their papa). another is in the scene with jasper and co. (‘i learned it from my fathers!’, yesss go MC!!!!). but oh, just imagining the absolute heartbreak the fathers would feel if they knew how MC cried out for them and knew about everything that MC went through, makes me tear up! MC is SO loved by their fathers and MC loves them just as much and i love that. i hope we’ll be able to give da and papa the biggest hugs when we see them again 🥹wonderful update, author! i absolutely adore the world you’ve built and the brilliant characters you’ve created (shout out to one my favs.. our new she-wolf friend <3)

I set out on this IF journey intending to be a bit hard on the MC and I think I succeeded, lol. It might be hard to believe but I really do love the MC as a character too and I feel for them. Hopefully not too hard, but they're on a journey of perseverance so I have faith in them. ^_^ That scene really tore me up too, especially thinking about how hard it would hit the dads to know their beloved kid was calling out to them. 😭 I am so glad you enjoyed the update, my dear, there will be great big dad-hugs in the future, I promise (and more than a few tears). ^_^

14. Anon:  idk if it's choice or route-specific but, zahn was NOT looking good at the end of chapter 5 and i'm worried 😟

Not route-specific (unfortunately???)…they're…going through some things. 😬 (sorry in advance)

15. Anon:  Hi, hi!! Dropping by to blabber about the update after i've finally had time to lose myself in it! (Oh no it got long again.) Okay, so, from the very moment i saw your intro post (over half a year ago, methinks) i decided to go for Rune's route first. I have been very patient, very faithful. And now i can finally say it was so, so worth the wait!!! they have me wrapped all around their beautiful noble finger; they're perfect, they are everything (i mean, how many people can say a literal god shows up for their birthday? yeah, thought so). I know they are no exception either and have their own share of issues, but honestly? that's even better. I wish i was kidding about the amount of times i daydream about them. Look at me now how i'm smiling like a stupid idiot. And the fact that i can make my MC an absolute shy mess around them is just so!! *chef's kiss* 

"Oh no it got long again" is like the tagline for my existence, lol. I am so giddy that you adore Rune! I think they've had less traction since they weren't introduced until now, but I also believe they are just the type of person that is better experienced. I enjoy writing all of the ROs, but Rune is such a presence in my heart and I really hope that comes through.

Also, did Duri seriously rat them out like that? Umm, for science, of what nature, exactly, are the books under Runey's bed?

LOL and I'm so glad you caught that bit about their "hidden literature." Rune LOVES romance novels, including the ridiculous smutty ones even if the plot is kinda bad.

Anyway, moving on, because you fed us so well with the story once again!! Can i just say i love your brain? Can i? Is that weird? Apologies. So!

You can totally say that, lol. I appreciate that you think so, my brain frustrates me sometimes, but I like how smooth it is. Very soft.

We learned so much in this update, and yet our answers are still too far to reach--but that's the whole fun about this! I'm thinking things, i'm suspecting, but i'll hold onto my theories for now… It is indeed very fortunate that each of MC's new friends can seemingly contribute a piece to this vexing puzzle; question is, is the picture only missing the very last piece, or are all four needed for it to be complete? I'm folding my hands and patiently waiting to find out in future updates. 

Oooh, you're speaking my language, Nony. There are some theories up above, maybe those will get your mind spinning too. That's a very good question though too. Eveyone seems to have something that might help MC out…so the question could be, do they go full Power Rangers and combine them to solve this problem or is one strong enough on their own? Hmmmmm? Time will tell.

One thing i will say is, more people may know about MC and their whole deal than Oswin may want to even consider. People with not the best intentions, that is.

I'm sure it's fiiiiiine. Probably just a…crazy…crazy fluke. It's fine. 😀

Speaking of, Oswin is so sweet! He cares so much i think it's rending him apart. Perhaps he should partake of Nathan's pipe every now and then. You know, for recreational purposes. Frankly i admit i don't know how mean you still can be to Oswin because every time there's a choice during his scenes i just tunnel-vision to the friendliest one there. It really makes me feel sorry for him if there are MCs out there who are still bitter about their relationship. As he was opening up about what kinds of actual horrors he witnessed and had to deal with in consequence, it really made me think MC's little group should, as a side-quest, go out and find him a therapist, because this guy *slaps him on the back* can fit so much trauma in him!

That's a good way to describe Oswin. He feels very intensely and those emotions are difficult for him to manage. I try not to be too mean to him, but I do want to try and give a decent variety of responses to the past tension for some MCs. Negativity there isn't a huge focus, so I try not to go too far down the rabbit hole with it at least, lol. A therapist is a great idea for him, for real. You cracked me up with that reference, I imagine Lakota trying to sell him to the MC, lol.

 I see Zahn has entered the trenches(TM). Just after i had them repeatedly stabbed in MC's place. And just after they finally got to cuddle with MC. This is fine. Not gonna lie, for a solid second you had me believe we wouldn't see them come back from that totally not evil or at least highly doubtful church of theirs, and that we'd had to leave without them. Haha, no waay. Lunan wouldn't do that to them, right? Right? Oh thank gods. See? I was right. Anyway, it seems like their character development arc is coming up soon, so i'm keeping calm and not cracking my knuckles, not at all.

Oh yes, there will be some development soon here. Tee hee?

Duri is so fun. Their playfulness is so endearing, so much so that i find myself repeatedly swayed in my decision to have them in a (now mostly) platonic relationship with MC. Simmer down, you'll have your turn. It had me rolling how they snapped once the bandits insulted their feet lmao! Also, also, their dynamic with Rune? Mmm, so good. I love the kind of friendship that's like "yeah i picked up this weird wet dog one day and now it won't leave me be and it's annoying, but only i'm allowed to say that. here, have a treat."

I love that you love that. Writing Duri is fun and I get to break some social norms with them so it's a win-win for us all. The relation to Rune is a blast.

Moving on, Duri sniffing MC after they talked with someone they didn't know; Duri immediately leaping at the opportunity to tease a jealous MC; Duri coming to MC's rescue to put a harasser in their place--they can't keep getting away with being so charming! Oh wait, they can. Human laws don't apply to them, after all.

Duri is already so loyal. Like a pup you picked up at the shelter, the connection is pretty quick for them. Also, if you didn't know, you can also get Rune to get defensive of MC being harassed in the tavern. Currently thinking of changing the code of that, but if you choose to stay neutral or a bit distrustful of Duri, Rune will get involved instead. Both have the confidence and the power to back it up though, can't go wrong.

And Aster? Something is up with him. Big time. Bost obviously, his name. I don't know, i don't know, i'm not convinced it's a coincidence or merely "fate." I'm watching you, Aster. Okay, and yes, i see why MC might need his help, but he never once elaborated on that part where he said he needs MC for power. Sooo, naah, i'm not putting my egg in your basket, not yet. Especially!! After he so brutally demonstrated just how much of a bigger hand he has over MC. That was evil. (In a good way.) He's unhinged, and i love that in a character. I would not trust him even with a cheese grater.

That may be wisdom here for sure, lol. Aster is quite the character, as are all of them I suppose. All have secrets he especially has some serious growing to do. He'll be an interesting addition - and a very smug one at that. Maybe juuuust maybe MC can get him to feel a little remorse for being an ASSter, to quote a previous ask, lol.

I almost thought MC's group of friends were going to mistake him for the kidnapper and everyone would want to throw hands, or would at least be very leery of him, so seeing how easily he slotted in had me a little surprised (and i think he was a bit surprised himself).

That very nearly happened actually. I cut it because of chapter length, and I'm thinking I want to polish the ending for that anyway. I feel like I was burnt out while writing that and I pushed it too fast. So, we'll see what happens in future….

I really, really liked the option of having MC be scared of him after he put a cork (dart) in Jasper's mouth (throat). The head tilt afterwards? Wiping away a stray tear? "Now come sit with me on my picnic blanket designer cloak to talk about how everything is drawn to you, including me?" "I'll need to study you?" Yes, i'll take your entire stock.

I'm glad you enjoyed your dessert, Nony. ;) There will be some serious studying in the next chapter.

Oswin being extremely quiet while MC was recounting their failed abduction because he was still recovering from those 6 panic attacks he had since finding MC's room empty and with signs of struggle.

THIS absolutely. MC may get an account of the experience later.

 i can't wait to see what the dads are going to say about each of MC's new friends! I can already imagine who might not entirely vibe with whom, especially if papa and da are going to be in a sour mood after they see my (feral despite being the healer of the party) MC scarred and sore despite their letters containing nothing but rainbows and sunshine (oops). MC's right, though, how are they going to house so many people lol.

This will be so much fun, especially when it comes to sleeping arrangements…A couple ROs will get themselves sorted but there's a couple that we might just get a "one bed" trope with, lol.

And last but not least, MC got the promised puppy!!! (i named her "Ginger" <33) 

Oh that is such a cute name too! She is kinda the color of ginger and she's also very gentle (ginger) AND she can be very spicy if you piss her off. Very gingery.

I have been here before and gushed about your writing on multiple occasions and i don't want to repeat myself over and over, so i'll just reiterate once more that i'm constantly blown away by how real and vivid you make everything feel. You're putting things down and i'm picking them right up, thank you, thank you, yup, i'll have that as well, thank you. You're painting pictures inside my head, and they're gorgeous and vibrant and moving now--hey, how did you even get in here? I'm convinced you're a mage. MC is not the mage here (yet?), but you sure are!! It's okay, you may fess up now. As always, thank you so much for all your hard work! May your holidays be full of joy and rest! Take care <333

I am so thankful that you resonate so much with my writing, my friend. That really truly makes my heart so glad and encourages me to keep at it. I hope each chapter brings you more and more enjoyment and adventure. ^_^

16. @rhiannon02:  IM SCREAMING OVER CH 5 LITERALLY SCREAMING ASTER ??? IM IM LOSING IT

Well, hang on dear, maybe I can help you find it, lol. (I heard that one in my soul) ^_^

That's all for now! ^_^

[claymoresword]

The Realm's Delight

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon Fem!Reader

Summary: The entire realm of suitors tripping over themselves to take Rhaenyra to wife and yet the only person she has eyes for is you.

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!rhaenyra

Note: first and foremost reader and rhaenyra are cousins clearly so if that bothers u maybe skip this one :/

been putting off writing rhaenyra for so long bc her characterisation is a little intimidating to me but i got over that fear finally (i think)

anyway i hope u enjoy this silly little thing and let me know what u think!

(sorry for the inaccurate high valyrian i dont speak the language)

You let out a yawn, the sheer banality of this morning's affair was shocking to you.

At Rhaenyra's request you were sat by her side as she listened to petitions from various Lords from all over the realm offering her their hand in marriage.

You scowl at the man before you, he had been going on about the state of his castle. Nothing of interest to you and certainly not to the Princess. If this was his idea of wooing a lady only the gods knew how he would be like as a husband.

"Bisa vala iksis uēpkta than aōha kepa."

(This man is older than your father.)

Rhaenyra's face contorts in amusement at your remark before looking down at her hands, fiddling with her rings out of disinterest.

"Tell me, lord Dondarrion did you think my great grandmother was as beautiful as they say?"

The Princess interupts the man mid sentence and you shake your head in disapproval.

Rhaenyra..

"This was half a century ago Princess" Lord Dondarrion responds, perplexed.

"Yes it was."

The entire court erupts with laughter, you stiffle a grin yourself.

The older man sulks before walking away, being last to catch on the Princess making a mockery of him.

"Bona iksin unseemly, dārilaros."

(That was unseemly, princess.)

Rhaenyra glances at you with a sly smirk before rolling her eyes.

"Issa unseemly syt zirȳla naejot jiōragon nyke zȳhon ondos."

(It is unseemly for him to offer me his hand.)

Boremund glares at the two of you. You throw him an innocent smile, very well knowing he has no notion of what is being said between you.

"Next!" He exclaims.

You were itching for these proceedings to conclude.

A young boy, he must have been no older than 10 and 2. You recognised his sigil, house Blackwood.

You fail to suppress your amusement paired with disbelief, an involuntarily laugh escapes your lips.

Rhaenyra mirrors your baffled expression.

"And now a boy." The Princess says with an exasperated tone.

"The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army. In the riverlands they once ruled as Kings." Lord Boremund states.

Rhaenyra nods, she decides to give the poor boy a chance.

He goes on and recites a rather well rehearsed speech. Voice trembling but otherwise full of conviction.

A rictus, albeit kind smile painted on Rhaenyra's face.

She is not convinced.

"If chosen as your match Princess, your days shall be easy and night's safe under my protection."

The boy says and you purse your lips, trying not to laugh aloud once again.

"Protection? The Princess has a dragon you dumb cunt."

One of Rhaenyra's many suitors exclaims from the crowd and the boy unsheathes his sword, summoning a challenge.

You roll your eyes. Whether it be a man grown or a little boy, they are all the same.

"We're leaving." Rhaenyra stands, swiftly grabbing your hand. Taking your leave by her side and matching her strut.

"Ser Criston, send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship for you."

"Lady y/n and I will leave on Dragonback. We will see you back at King's Landing."

Criston glances at you in confusion and you only give him a shrug.

"Princess, we're due in Bitterbridge in 3 days time."

Rhaenyra stops in her tracks, You, Criston and his men followed suit. The Princess glares at the Knight and he opposes for a moment before relenting.

"Very well, Princess."

--

Rhaenyra grabs your arm again forcing you to pick up the pace. You eventually find yourselves alone in a dimly lit hallway far from the commotion in the other room.

"Nyra–" You yelp, as she expertly pushes you up against a wall her hand resting against it.

She leans in capturing your lips into a searing kiss. You melt at the feeling of her mouth against yours, simply aching for her.

Rhaenyra's hands find your waist as she disconnects your lips. You nearly shiver under her intense stare. She watches your chest heave as you attempted to catch your breath. You notice her breathing just as heavily.

"I have been dying to do that all morning."

She kisses you again, this time your hand finds the back of her neck pulling her impossibly closer.

"Istin emagon ao sir."

(I must have you now)

Rhaenyra shifts her attention to your neck, placing wet kisses against it. You don't suppress the shiver this time and immediately feel her grin form against your neck.

"Ēdā nyke mōrī bantis."

(You had me last night.)

You tease, hand moving to rest on her shoulder.

"One night is not enough" She whispers before taking your bottom lip in between her teeth tugging at it. She kisses you again.

"With you it is never enough."

Your mouth opens wider and her tongue comes into contact with yours. A moan spills out of you directly into her mouth and Rhaenyra hums against your lips.

A rush of arousal shoots directly to your core. Rhaenyra would have her way with you infront of the entire court if she could.

Gods, you wish she would.

Rhaenyra lifts up your thigh and runs her hand under your dress resting it on your ass. You wrap your leg around her waist reflexively giving her easier access. A glimmer in her eyes as she takes the opportunity to slip her hand underneath your smallclothes, she could feel how wet you were as she swipes a finger through your folds.

"Rhaenyra, what if someone sees us?" You whimper as you fight the urge to grind your wanting core against her hand.

She leans forward, placing another kiss on your neck before sinking her teeth into it earning a desperate moan from you.

"I really don't care." She whispers and you feel your legs grow weaker.

Rhaenyra presses her palm against your center and you feel yourself move against her hand wantonly. She dips a finger into your entrance and you let out another moan.

"Ah– Rhaenyra, wait please."

You wanted to kick yourself for stopping her but you couldn't risk getting caught, not here.

Rhaenyra sighs before removing her hand from underneath your dress completely and you stand up on both feet. Your hands don't leave her shoulders however, needing the support.

"Issa daor litse."

(It is not fair)

You breathe out, after a moment's silence.

"Hm?"

"Lo nyke sia vala nyke could gūrogon ao naejot Zaldrīzesdōron se mazverdagon ao ñuha ābrazȳrys."

(If I were a man I could take you to Dragonstone and make you my wife.)

"Nobody would question it."

You suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes. Rhaenyra notices and places a tender kiss on your forehead. You quickly wrap your arms around her.

The both of you stay like that for a beat.

"Then take me to Dragonstone." Rhaenyra simply states.

You scoff.

"Do not mock me, Princess."

Rhaenyra lets out a chuckle before stepping away from you, intertwining your fingers.

"No, it isn't fair."

She lifts your intertwined hands to her lips and plants a kiss on the back of your palm.

She guides you down the hallway and the two of you resume your walk.

"Ivestragī's jikagon lenton."

(Let's go home)

[mrthenarrator]

Hello, Narry !!

I’m hoping you’ve been well- It’s been a bit since my last ask, so I decided to drop by again !

I really haven’t been up to much, aside from messing around and causing harmless trouble, as per usual-

anyways ! the other day, my partner and I stumbled across a fern-like plant while playing a video game together and that got me wondering-

what kind of plants and/or flowers do you like, if any ? :00

Hello again, Stanley!

I do apologize for how late this response has been. It's been... four months or so since you sent this in? I deeply apologize for such a late reply.

That being said however, It's great to hear you've been doing alright! Even with the harmless trouble you've mentioned. 😊

Hmmm... to answer your question, I do appreciate a good fern....

I suppose I like Spider Ivy! They don't look like a spider thankfully, however, I used to help tend to one in Oswin's room that he let me name as Jim. That alongside a Philodendron that Oswin named as Virgil. (Not after me sadly, nor the Portal Stories: Mel character that I'm named after. But the one from that Thomas Sanders series or so ive been told.)

However in terms of flowers, I like tulips and sunflowers. I think the colours are quite beautiful, and with sunflowers, I love when some grow to be taller than I am! Last year during summer, we grew some in the backyard and it was always so pretty to see through the window. It's also great to work in! I read a good number of books there back when the flowers were in full bloom.

I'm usually the one tending to the garden in our house, so there are other plants I do enjoy, however this summer with the road trip and other more pressing matters, I haven't been able to garden recently.

I have been trying to grow vegetables however! I grew a few onions during August, and I have a small tomato plant that we had to bring inside due to hail.

Lynne usually helps me the most when I'm gardening, which I always appreciate. While Stanley only ever agrees to water the plants solely to occasionally spray me with water from the hose. (I get him back for this all the time. I usually use the mist setting, whereas Stanley likes to use the shower setting.)

Thank you for the question, Stanley! 😊

[jennnasmith]

this is a tiny dialogue that I’ve made between the doctor and clara but clara is the master!! Ive decided to write it like a script since it’s not a whole story! hope you enjoy!!

MASTER OSWIN

the doctor stood in front of clara with his hands in his pockets, he noticed her wearing a red shimmering dress

doctor: what do you think you are doing?

clara: what do you mean?

clara smiled at the doctor with a hint of mischief

doctor: oh clara dont play games with me, you always wear a red dress when something bad is happening which is right now at this moment. not to mention the hint of mischief you’re giving me rn

clara: wh-

doctor: “clara” im not an idiot i know who you are, stop trying to play games with me

clara: who am i then clever boy?

doctor: oswin oswald.

doctor: it’s just stupid! because all of us knew it all along! I mean you gave us the biggest hints and even the daleks knew themselves which was pretty surprising considering that they’re are dumb.

oswin: oh Doctor you know i dont like dumb

doctor: and I don’t too which you’ve somehow managed to do something you hate huh?

oswin stood opposite the doctor in embarrassment

oswin: you just love speaking back dont you?

doctor: and you’ve only noticed that now?

oswin: and you’ve only just noticed that I turned on you? pathetic honestly

doctor: pathetic? please

oswin: now what?

doctor: you never give up do you?

oswin: i could say the same about you

doctor: what are you planning to do?

oswin: maybe get the daleks..take over the world?? hmm..i have a name for that! dalek world!

the doctor laughed

doctor: my clara, my clara

oswin: it’s oswin

doctor: i know who you are

oswin: and I know who you are

doctor: really? then who am I?

really hoped you guys enjoyed this!!<3 its only really short so I decided to keep it on a cliff hanger! again tysm for read and bye!

-sophia

[oswinunknown]

[directory.txt]

Hi there! Welcome to my Blog!

My name is Oswin, though you can call me Ozzie or Oz. My pronouns are He/Him, I am 19, and I am Filipino! I draw, animate, act, and play video games. I stream on Twitch occasionally, as well as post on Youtube, and Instagram. I also have a Carrd too if you're interested.

[If you draw me, please use my sona and not my irl look, ty!]

This is my main blog! I mainly reblog stuff here, but I will also occasionally post about other fandoms here. For the list, check under the cut!

I also have sideblogs for the following fandoms:

@employee052 my Stanley Parable sideblog. (i post more art here!)

@thesecondcrowbar my Half-Life & HLVRAI sideblog. (semi-dead, might revive)

@bizarreisntit my JJBA sideblog. (hella dead. will probably revive once I start watching p4 again)

[IMPORTANT] If you're wondering why my inbox, mentions, and replies are disabled at the moment. Please read this post for full information. (Its not long, I promise. It is very important however so I would encourage you to read it.)

[For more information on tags, F/Os, RP sideblogs, Fandoms, and More, Check under the cut!]

Hope you enjoy your stay! Welcome Aboard!

[Active Tags] #artswin is all art. including animation #animswin is animations specifically #editswin is for fancams/edits. i mainly post them on my instagram @/ozzytheiii #ozzie plays games is for video game stuff. mostly seen in on my tsp sideblog tho.

[F/O's] [I ship these F/Os with my Self-Insert Sona/OC more than myself IRL. They are all platonic F/Os / Close Friends*]

The Narrator (The Stanley Parable) [BFF/QPR]

Mayor Damien (Who Killed Markiplier) [Platonic]

Gordon Freeman (Half Life) [Platonic]

Wheatley (Portal) [Platonic]

[* The Narrator is my primary F/O, specifically the version ive named "Virgil" that I draw over on my TSP sideblog who acts as my Best Friend/QPR Bestie. I also pretend like he is real sometimes as comfort. If you wish to ship yourself/an oc/your sona with him, please let me know beforehand!]

[RP Sideblogs] (ALL UNDER HIATUS)

@mrthenarrator my TSP Narrator blog. (ON HIATUS)

@theadventurelynne my teen!Adventure Line blog. (WIP/ON HIATUS)

@greenahiredattorney my Who Killed Markiplier District Attorney OC blog. (ON HIATUS)

[Fandoms I talk about here]

Markiplier

Unus Annus

Lupin III

Doctor Who

Good Omens

Valve Games (Portal 1/2, Half Life, TF2)

Half-Life VR but the AI is Self Aware (HLVRAI)

Kingsman

IHNMAIMS

Chuckle Sandwich (The Group. Schlatt, Ted Nivison, and Charlie Slimecicle)

Baldurs Gate 3

Encanto

Camp Camp

Cyberpunk 2077

Phineas and Ferb

Green Eggs and Ham (Netflix)

Wander over Yonder

BBC Merlin

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[writingbyclem]

Hello, sir. [WKM]

Concept: @oswinunknown this is for you! cause you drew me a thing! so I write you a thing! that’s how it works! hope ya enjoy!!

Damien stood nervously, fiddling with his cane. He’d just been elected Mayor of the fine town he called home a few days ago, so now he was meeting the fellow members of the council.

It was his job to do so, as Mayor and all. He just hated how it’d happened to land on a day where any of his friends were unable to accompany him. The man was all too used to having Mark, Celine, William or his parents do the talking at parties. So, the big wide world was a bit overwhelming for him now. Especially when meeting new people. But it’d be fine! Right? Right.

It had been a busy morning of talking to officials of all sorts in his office. The last to visit was Oswin Unknown, the District Attorney. To Damien’s knowledge, he was a slightly older man and was well liked amongst the crowd of workers here. So, he had his hopes high that he’d get along with Oz.

The sound of his door gently clicking open, snapped him out of his head.

In walked Oswin, a green haired gentleman with grey roots and strands of hair amongst it. He had square framed glasses perched on his nose. His face looked kind and soft in its slightly wrinkled appearance. He was.. definitely attractive, that’s for certain.

“Afternoon Attorney Unknown. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Mayor Whitacre, but you can call me Damien. …Although I’m sure you already knew that.” He spoke, flushing slightly at his ramble.

The district attorney chuckled.

“You are quite alright, Damien. And please call me Oz, there's no need to be so formal.”

The pair met in the centre of the room, standing in front of one another.

Oz wore a simple tie and dress shirt, the tie being green to match his hair. A suit jacket sitting comfortably on his shoulders.

“I look forward to working alongside you Damien. You made quite the campaign. It was very compelling and compassionate.” Said Oz, studying Damien gently as the pair started to talk.

“Oh, uh, thank you Oz. I’m glad you think so, I worked rather hard on it. The whole thing took up a lot of my youth.” He admitted, sheepishly, catching his reflection in his cane. God, 39 years old and finally elected as mayor. Sure, it was an impressive achievement but it was his only achievement.

“Well, that must be why it was so put together then.” Nodded Oz. “And that certainly means you have more time for things now, Hm?”

He gently took Damien’s hand to snap him out of his thoughts.

The man flushed, but nodded.

“Yeah- I do. I can visit my friends and my sister- Celine, Mark, Wil and Abe. I don’t know why I’m sharing this-.”

“Don’t fret, I enjoy getting to know people.” He assured Damien with a gentle grin and squeeze of his hand. Oz then caught a glimpse of Damien’s desk.

It was a lot of papers, many appearing to be completed already. He had a hunch this was adding to Damien’s behaviour. The new Mayor was in fact a workaholic.

Oswin looked back to Damien, who’d been staring at his face, essentially whilst he surveyed the room. The new Mayor flushed slightly at being caught muttering an apology.

Oz thought this over for a second, softly smirking.

“Say, Dear, how about we both head down to the cafe on the corner? With all this chaos, I’d guess fully well you haven’t eaten. And we can’t have the Mayor go hungry.”

“Oh, that’s very kind but I really don’t think so-“ Began Damien, glancing back to his desk.

Oz gently pulled him closer, looking him in the eyes.

“Come on, darling, my treat. Relax.” He cooed, in reply.

Damien flustered at this, opening and closing his mouth to try and get a reply.

Oz snickered at this.

“I’ll take that as a yes, let us go fetch our coats!”

Damien hesitantly let go of Oz’s hand, going over to find his coat in the mess of belongings that was his desk. Oz slowly left to pick up his own coat.

Was it professional to flirt with the new Mayor on your first meeting?

Probably not.

Was he extraordinarily cute though?

Yeah, yeah he was.

So, Oz was taking the shot. It wasn’t like either of them were getting any younger!

Oz returned to Damien’s office, wearing his Forest Green coat. He stood by the door, watching as Damien, now wearing his coat, attempted to restore his desk to some balance of organisation. He hadn’t noticed the Attorney’s return.

“You ready, dear?” Oz eventually spoke.

Damien faulted in his moving and looked up.

“Yeah- Yeah. I’m good! I’ll uh sort this when I get back.” Nodded Damien, sheepishly.

Oz chuckled.

“Splendid. Let us go then. I hear the coffee they make is splendid.”

The pair walked out of the office and down the road.

The Mayor and his Attorney.

[writeshite]

Hey I love your writing could you do one where Homelander finds out that Male Supe!Reader has kids because he's always late to meetings. And maybe fluffy ending where Supe!Reader stands up to Homelander saying he would rather give up his powers if it means he can still have his kids and Homelander being impressed that he asked him out?

Unplanned Attraction

Summary:

“You’re late,” Homelander points out, his tone a mixture of disappointed and possibly irritated. “Really? I couldn’t tell,” you snark at him. You rub at your temples - no coffee, not enough sleep, not enough patience - he goes to say something, face appalled at your attitude, but is cut off as the meeting progresses.

Pairings:

Homelander x Male!Reader

Tags:

Supe!Reader (Reader Has Darkness Manipulation) | Single Father!Reader | Trash Treated Like Fanfic |

Words: 2285

Author's Note:

Glad you enjoy the writing 😊

It’s hard to believe a single word that comes out of the twins’ mouths, much less when Oliver looks seconds from punching another kid in the face, but you take it - already an hour late to work. Oswin clings to you, and you have to gently coax him into following his brother inside; another few minutes are stolen, but you manage to leave without too many tears this time. You’re on patrol until the twins adjust to their new surroundings, which is going about as well as you can expect; Oliver loathes the apartment Vought provided, still clinging onto the hope you might move back to the UK, Oswin refuses to let you out of his sight for more than a minute - that’s not even touching on the oh so wondrous divorce proceedings that just got settled. Your new colleagues are alright, but you don’t make it a habit of putting yourself out there.

Unfortunately, today’s mission requires the attention of all high-ranking supes, and you find yourself knee-deep in the snow beside the Seven because, of course, the targets have a hideout in Antarctica. You trudge through the sludge, grumbling to yourself, “Shh,” you hear from above; your partner for the mission, Homelander, flies low; lucky bastard gets to fly this time. You roll your eyes, lowering your grumbling slightly, “Shh.” He repeats as you come up to the hideout. It’s nothing too grand, dug into the snow, some - Homelander, Stormfront, Maeve - surround it as the rest - you, Starlight, the Deep, A-Train, and Black Noir - creep in under cover of your shadow. The inside is much larger, it seems, with the facility akin to a bunker; it descends a bit into the ground, it’s not too difficult to navigate, and you manage to catch the enemy off guard.

The success doesn’t last long, as they catch on to your intrusion, setting off the alarms and charging at you by the dozens. You cover the halls in darkness, leading the way with Starlight providing the others some form of light as they take care of the company. Explosions sound from the outside, lightly shaking the structure, your comm buzzes, and Ashley’s voice carries through, “There’s been an incident….the twins….a fight….” It’s static at best; every second or third word that comes through is a garbled mess, and you promise to call her back on it before concentrating on the fight at hand. You wave your arm; the slumped bodies get shoved forward by a wave of shadow, piling onto the still-breathing targets - who all scream and retreat further into the bunker. 

“Obsidian,” Homelander’s voice comes through the comms, inquiring about the situation at hand, just as the sound of something being sealed echoes around you. You let the shadows fall, a door closed tight, with the remaining people behind it. You try to open it and receive a warning from someone on the other side - open it, and it goes up in flames - lovely.

You back away, turning to the others with a questioning look, “They could be bluffing,” the Deep says.

“Yeah, or they could be telling the truth,” Starlight remarks.

“Get Homelander down here; he can deal with this,” you tell them. Homelander looks displeased when he arrives; obviously, he’d been having too much fun up top.

“Couldn’t you have dealt with this?” he asks.

“And get roasted alive? No thanks,” you respond, “Quit whining, and get your invulnerable ass in there.”

They were not, in fact, bluffing, the flames weren’t as big, but the explosion was enough to have the heat flick close to your person. You drag the survivors out, tying them back to back and dusting off your costume. It’s a merry trip back to Vought - well, for the others anyway - you manage to get a hold of Ashley again and are gone before pickup arrives. 

There’s been an incident, and the twins got caught in a fight.

It was much less of a fight, and more of a disagreement, as the headmaster tells you, “The boys had been talking about you, and a few of the other children found it hard to believe that they were actually related to a superhero, much less one as prominent and powerful as yourself. Nothing to fret over.”

“I’m so sorry about this,” you assure him. Oswin’s up in your arms while Oliver remains stood by you, hand gripping yours tightly, as he glares daggers at the other students waiting outside for their reprimands. “It won’t happen again,” you say, but the man waves you off, reassuring you it’s all well. 

You tug Oliver away as the next child enters the office, “Told you so!” Oliver hisses at the other kid, who glances at you - still decked in your costume and covered in grime from the mission -  and looks absolutely petrified. You sigh, smiling apologetically to the other parent, before leaving. 

“Sorry,” Oswin mumbles, the first word he’s spoken all day.

“It’s alright, love; like the headmaster said, nothing to worry about.” 

Your new apartment is among the other supes and has far more insulation - keeping the noises both inside and out to a minimum - with three bedrooms instead of one - the third acting as more of a playroom for the twins, as they share a room. You set Oswin down, glad not to have run into anyone on your way up; you doubt Oliver would be able to handle the loving adoration children garner from strangers today. You send them off to change and trifle through the fridge - today’s dinner, courtesy of the Vought kitchens, consisted of spaghetti bolognese with an apple crumble for dessert.

Dinner was always a lot more lively, with the twins being more open and chatty around you, “Don’t forget to breathe before you speak,” you tease them, earning yourself a huff in response. Once they’ve bathed their faces in spaghetti, they go about decorating the table with apple crumble as they excitedly tell you about the petting zoo trip next month. After, they have a bath and watch a bit of television - heading off to bed at 9 - leaving you to flop in bed right after. Evenings are far easier than mornings; despite an earlier start to the next day, you are very late to the morning meeting. You’d had to make Oliver promise he wouldn’t try anything with the other kids - his vindictiveness always rearing its ugly head - while Oswin did anything but get ready, hiding and running off when you tried to catch him - at least the walk to their school was nice.

“You’re late,” Homelander points out, his tone a mixture of disappointed and possibly irritated.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” you snark at him. You rub at your temples - no coffee, not enough sleep, not enough patience - he goes to say something, face appalled at your attitude, but is cut off as the meeting progresses. Mission reports from yesterday are looked over, then popularity polls - you’ve risen to third place since last time - no missions today, and finally, you’re released - no merchandise or advertisement offers today. You place your head on the table as the others trickle out, contemplating whether or not it would make a good resting place, but you decide against it and find Homelander still in the room. You don’t say anything else to him before leaving for patrol.

If it weren’t for the constant traffic in and out of Vought and the slight renovations being down to the empty apartment, John would never have known a new supe was joining them. He didn’t even see you until the third meeting after you’d moved in - the first two, you’d missed - you’d walked in half an hour late and sat down like it was nothing. Aside from the meetings and the occasional mission, he didn’t see much of you; despite your high status, you stuck to patrols - weird - and regarded everyone else with an air of mild hostility. Well, not hostility, exactly, more so hesitation. 

“You’re late.” It’s the first unnecessary dialogue he exchanges with you; you turn to him, looking exhausted and more irritated than ever.

“Really, I couldn’t tell,” you snark at him, slumping into your seat. You look seconds away from dozing off, body lax with exhaustion, and fingers at your temple - the meeting drones on, today being far less taxing than yesterday - once over, you place your head on the table as the others exit the room. Homelander doesn’t follow, remaining rooted in his spot. When you glance back up, he almost expects some form of apology for the snarky remark - which, considering your fatigue, he could consider forgiving - but he receives none. Instead, you leave without so much as a regard for him. He’s a little miffed at that but also, possibly, mildly curious about you - so he does what he does best. Intimidates Asks for information on you. 

He wrangles your patrol route out of someone and catches up to you downtown as your handing off two burglars to the cops. He approaches you once the officers have left, a half smile on his face, “Any particular reason you’re following me?” You ask once he’s stuck by you for more than a few blocks.

He shrugs and doesn’t offer much in the way of an explanation. Patrol was mind-numbingly boring - you stop two minor crimes - but aside from that, it’s nothing, and conversation drops off as you remain tight-lipped. By the afternoon, John is considering going back; when you stop midair, a short call on the other end, “It’s happened again,” he hears Ashley’s voice; what’s it,  and why is it happening again? You don’t give him a chance to ask, as you’re off before he can register, flying back towards Vought, though you fly past it, way past it, to another building. He pauses, squinting his eyes at the building you land by - a school?

When he lands, you turn to him, “Go away.”

“No,” he replies, “Why?”

“Because this has nothing to do with you,” you tell him.

His business is whatever he wants it to be. He doesn’t leave, stubbornly following behind you - everything about the school screams pristine, from the Vought emblem at nearly every corner to the immaculate halls and classrooms. It’s lunch now, so the students in the halls, all glimpse at you and him, parting as you pass.

“Holy shit! Is that Obsidian?”

“Never mind that; look, it’s the fucking Homelander.”

He smiles smugly at their star-struck gazes. You’ve given up deterring him, instead focusing on whatever you’re looking for - the principal’s office - six kids, sit outside the room. Two of them rush from their seats - twins, baring a resemblance to you - one blabbers, speaking fast as he points at the four other children, while the second twin cries, apologizing profusely. The other four kids look frazzled, eyes wide; they flinch with every glare the first twin sends them. The twins calm down after a bit, one asks after him, but you brush him off, “Never mind him; what happened to you?” 

“That’s what I’d like to discuss,” a voice interjects, the door’s opened, and a shorter man peeks out, face grim as he waves you over. John spies four other people in the room before the door closes; with nothing else to do and his curiosity at full peak, he sits on one of the free seats, half listening to the conversation inside. 

“Oliver and Oswin were —”

“They harmed my son!” someone shrieks, voice laced with anger, “They should be punished!”

“What do you mean hurt?” you ask, “What happened?”

The principal clears his throat, and the sound of rustling follows before he speaks again, “It seems one of the twins may have developed your power skills and used it to —”

“One of your little freaks put my kid’s head in a bubble of some kind and made him run into a wall. REPEATEDLY.”

“That’s impossible, the twins don’t have powers, and even if they did, neither of them would….”

The voices cut off as John’s attention is drawn away; the bolder twin is full-on staring at him, eyes squinted, and a displeased frown on his face. “What?”

He goes to respond, but the other one pulls at his arm, “Oliver, that’s the Homelander!” he whispers, expression fearful.

“So? I wanna know why he was with papa,” the first twin, Oliver, says, turning back to John with twice the contempt. The lights flicker ever so slightly, and yelling erupts from the office; one of the bulbs bursts as the other parents run out, their children following suit. You exit not moments later; the matter looks resolved if the other man’s terrified face is anything to go by. 

“How do you know him?” Oliver asks after John again.

You sigh, “I’ll tell you later.”

You don’t get to flop into bed at the end of your evening routine; tonight, Homelander visits your suite, snacking on your food as he waits for you. “All this, for that.”

“All what?” you inquire.

“Being late. The problems with other parents. Patrol shifts. And that’s not even going into which kid’s the real one.”

“The real —what?”

“You heard the other parent, didn’t you? One of them has powers; the other doesn’t; one’s the real one, and the other’s just human.”

“So, what?” you ask, oblivious to whatever is running through his mind.

“Human. Weak —you can’t seriously say you’d still care as much if one of them was a plain old human.”

You take a measured breath, “I would,” you begin, “I’d pick them over my own powers any day,” you state, grabbing the food he’d taken and putting it away, “Is that it?”

“Go out with me.”

“Fuck off.”

End Note:

I had to resist the immediate urge to pick magic for a superpower, cause it's my default every time 💀 Stay Hydrated.

[decennia]

okay but the way I’ve just become obsessed with all the tourists, but especially Elijah and Selina, and would love to know any spare scraps of information you have to share about them.

this got incredibly out of hand, and ended up being egregiously long, so i'm putting it under a cut. these are mainly just thoughts i had off the top of my head, small little headcanons and interactions and personality traits. i hope you enjoy!

ELIJAH PIERCE

Grew up watching Indiana Jones, and has dressed up as him for Halloween every year since he was fourteen, but instead of a fedora style, he has a cowboy hat.

Speaks with a barely restrained Southern twang.

Is polite, but gruff. Regularly uses "ma'am," but "darlin'" is reserved for Selina, and Selina alone.

A man of few words, but can seldom be caught rendered entirely speechless. Selina is the only exception to that, as she is constantly surprising him.

Very protective of the people he cares about.

Has picked up a multitude of useless talents from his travels, and teaches them to anyone who asks.

Refers to people by surname, except his team. He has his own little nicknames for each, and it's his way of showing how much he cares.

Is usually calm in stressful situations, but has a legendary rage that even Malcolm Drake himself is wary of inciting.

A hopeless romantic with a big heart, although many believe him to be heartless.

Can read people very easily, and can tell when they're struggling with something. Very much the shoulder to cry on, an exceptional listener.

Is the kind to see someone struggling under the weight of something and take it upon himself, be it something physical and small as a bag, or something else entirely.

He made a small fortune in treasure hunting, of which almost all of it went to his bar, which he loves deeply. He lives in a loft upstairs.

SELINA MERRICK

Reckless, headstrong, tragic. A millionaire heiress with a heart of gold.

Can't fight, but will try to, especially for what she believes in (Elijah and Mack start training her in self defense, because they know there's no use in sidelining her. She just won't listen).

Estranged from her brother because of her unwavering love for Mason, who Liam came to resent.

Deep underlying resentment for Mason, too, who she felt abandoned by in favour of his obsession with the Mansa Musa gold towards the end of his life.

Is wicked smart. Mason truly trusted her to crack his cipher.

Doesn't tolerate being patronised, so she can't stand Malcolm Drake, nor George Cassidy.

Feels responsible for the entire crew, even though she isn't in the leadership position. They're all there because she dragged them into this mess.

Will take a bullet for you. Will also regret it immediately.

Perpetually sunburnt, no matter how much sunscreen she slathers herself in.

Bruce Wayne persona of being a dumb, ditzy rich girl. Very much weaponised and used to her advantage. Doesn't mind being underestimated if it gives her the upper hand.

OSWIN ADDAMS

First name Oscar, middle name Edwin; thus, Oswin.

Works at Elijah's bar as a bartender. Was the one to name it, too. It's cheesy, but it's called The Tourist Trap.

Looks up to Elijah a lot. He's Oswin's hero, through and through.

A bit of a ladies man, tbh. Still drinks his respect women juice, though.

Jokingly calls Selina "princess,” which she detests, but it grows on her.

Comedic Relief Comfort Character™

Has had his ass saved by Elijah more times than he can count. Usually as a result of his big mouth and sticky fingers that get him in more trouble than he can keep up with.

Smile lights up the whole room.

Believes in superstitions, has seen The Mummy one too many times, is becoming increasingly convinced they might unleash a pharaoh's curse.

Is the last to know what's going on at basically all times (Selina and Elijah know about the gold from Mason, and Mack studied it. Ryan is quick to catch on, but Oswin is fairly clueless) but is really in it for the adventure anyways.

MACK VAUGHN

Grew up in a rough neighbourhood, so she really knows how to handle her own.

Steals everyone's clothes as a symptom of packing light. A serial under-packer. Also steals sips of water from everyone because she drank hers too quick.

Fingerless biker gloves even in subzero temperatures; will risk a finger for the aesthetic.

Survives off Red Bull and sarcasm.

Will also take a bullet for you. Will not regret it. Will be extremely grumpy she can't join in on the hard-core adventuring, though (has intense FOMO).

Grew up in the city and lowkey hates nature, but is incredibly adaptable. She gets used to things, but she still doesn't have to like them.

Thinks mosquitoes have a personal vendetta against her.

Believes in flashlight supremacy, thinks flame torches are stupid and cliché and a total fucking hazard in tight spaces.

Mason's favourite student.

Can speak four different languages: English, Mandarin, Afrikaans, and Arabic. She's semi-fluent in Latin.

Swears like a sailor. Elijah made a swear jar. She's in debt.

Very serious about preserving the integrity of archaeological finds, so is in a perpetual state of distress as they seek the gold.

RYAN SAMAR

Ryan "please do not perceive me" Samar

Yet he still wears bright colours and bold patterns regularly. He just gravitates towards colourful things.

Will drink stale three day old coffee, cold.

Takes anything and everything handed to him, no matter what. Sometimes he's just left standing there, clueless, holding something Oswin gave him.

Forgets to eat when too busy.

Speaks in very quickly and in half sentences when excited, and kinda assumes everyone knows what he's saying. Cue exasperation at the blank stares in response. Oswin, who is fluent in Ryan, has become the unofficial translator.

Can't listen to music with lyrics, he finds it too distracting.

Is a pacifist, but joins Selina in learning self defense, because he knows it's better to learn.

The Camel Whisperer™ (for some reason, they all just really like him) in spite of being terrified of them.

Literally only in it to discover the secrets that the Catalan Atlas hold, but the gold is a nice bonus, especially with the debt his parents got into to provide him with the necessary education to become a doctor.

+ BONUS

ELIJAH & SELINA

Gives her his coat when he can see she's cold. It's comically large on her, and she has to roll the sleeves up.

Pierce → Elijah → Eli, aka the greatest character development known to man.

He always listens to her, and will consider what she has to say, even if what she's saying is the stupidest thing anyone has ever heard. She's seen way too many movies, let's put it at that. Oswin will be the one to call it stupid, though, which will earn him a sharp look from Elijah, or, on occasion, Mack.

She loves hearing all of Elijah's stories, the good and the bad. He's littered in scars from his journeys, some so small they're barely noticeable, almost faded into obscurity. She notices, though. She asks about a new one every time, if she can tell he needs to take his mind off of something for a moment, if he's too in his head and needs a breather.

When he's really focused on something, she'll subconsciously reach out and smooth out the frown line that creases between his brows.

He knows her drink order by heart, and will make it for her without her even having to ask.

He refuses to tell her his, though, because it's become a little game between them of her trying to guess. She's wrong every time. Oswin is the only one who knows. He refuses to tell her, too.

She can't mix a drink to save her life. Even if she follows every ingredient and measurement down to the drop, it always tastes terrible somehow. It's actually a fucking superpower, in Oswin's opinion.

Elijah is the only one who drinks it all anyways, even though he's having to choke it down. Mack always tries to at least make it halfway before she quits, and Oswin almost always exaggeratedly spits it back into his glass to varying degrees of melodrama (it cracks Selina up). Ryan doesn't drink, he likes having his brain at full functionality at all times, but he did try it once, out of curiosity, and he almost cried at how bad it was.

When it's called for, Elijah plays the part of bodyguard when Selina dons her heiress persona.

She's obsessed with his tattoos, and when she runs out of scars, it's the tattoos she asks about next. Some don't have meanings, but they have stories, and she just loves hearing him speak, the nostalgic glint in his eye, the slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The most he's ever spoken in his life, probably, and it's to Selina Merrick.

Will go to hell and back for her.

God have mercy on anyone who lays a hand on her, for he sure as fuck won't.

[rina-writes-fire-emblem]

Oh hey I saw your fic in the Awakening tag! Could I get a Male Robin x Lissa in maybe a family setting? I just always loved Owain as a son and it especially makes sense with his whole “aching blood” thing. Just fluffy family stuff.

//I love this request!!! Owain is definitely a great character 💝 I hope you enjoy!!!

Sorry it’s a little more angsty than planned… 😓 But the ending is fluffy!//

(M!Robin x Lissa)

“Mother! Father! I can’t… Control…!”

Robin and his wife, Lissa, were startled awake by the sound of their oldest son, Owain, bursting into their room. Sitting up, Robin let out a yawn and turned to look out the window, noticing fairly quickly that it was still dark out. He was a bit concerned, yes, but this was also something that was fairly common for the boy.

“Come here…” The tactician sleepily mumbled, as he patted the spot beside him on the bed. Oswin gladly obliged, quickly sitting down beside his parents, as Lissa rubbed her eyes.

“What’s wrong…?” The princess questioned, still not fully awake, yet. “Are you feeling okay…?” Owain fidgeted a bit, not making eye-contact with either of his parents.

“I’m not ill or the like, mother… But my aching blood…! It’s coursing through me with a burning fury…! My sword hand longs for battle…! I-“

“Hey, settle down…!” Robin quickly interrupted, placing a gentle hand on Owain’s back, trying his best to soothe him. “Everything’s alright, okay…?”

Owain’s eyes shifted to the floor, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. The boy sort of slumped forward a bit, his mouth falling into a frown. Immediately, worry flooded into Lissa.

“H-hey, what’s wrong…? He didn’t mean to upset you…!” She quickly said, pulling Owain into a tight hug. He was a bit tense at first, but soon let himself hug back, trembling a little.

“Owain, did… Did you have another…?” Robin trailed off. He knew that Owain had had plenty of nightmares about the war, about Grima, about losing his parents. Even though there wasn’t anything to worry about, anymore, he still had those nightmares on occasion. Both of his parents knew he didn’t like to talk about them, but they also didn’t want him to have to hold everything in.

With a shaky sigh, Owain simply nodded. He didn’t say anything for a little while, unsure of how to even start, or if he even should say anything at all.

“We’re here if you wanna talk, but you also don’t have to… No pressure or anything…!” Lissa said, as she held her son close, sorta rocking him the best she could. It was a little difficult, seeing as how he was significantly taller than her, but she managed the best she could. However, Owain soon pulled away.

“…The blood of that… That monster… It courses through my veins… I worry that… I might lose control, one of these days…” Owain finally admitted, his gaze once again on the floor. Robin bit his lip.

“Owain, that isn’t going to happen. I promise, you aren’t going to lose control. Nothing is going to happen. Not to you, not to us, not to anyone.” The white-haired man spoke.

“He’s right! And if for some silly reason anything does happen, we’ll be right here with you to help!” Lissa added, smiling. “We’ve got you!”

Listening to his parents’ words, Owain couldn’t help but smile a little. They really were the best parents he could’ve ever asked for, and now that he had them back, he honestly didn’t know what he’d do without them.

“Heh… Your words are like a beacon of hope. Like a ray of light, piercing through the veil of darkness, cast over the world by-“ Owain paused, turning to look back at Robin and Lissa. “I-I mean… Thank you.” He finished, his smile growing a bit. His parents smiled at each other, and then at Owain, before wrapping him into a group hug.

“You’re welcome, Owain. We love you very much, and we’ll always be here for you.”

[rowan-e-ravenwood]

What are your stuffed animals names/pronouns? I’d love to meet them :)

Eeeee!! Well, I'll just say, I have QUITE a few, so I'll introduce some of my favorites. Starting with some of my oldest friends!

Fittingly, first up is the aptly named Monkey Man! He was my first ever stuffed animal- I've had him for quite literally my entire life, and I plan to keep him around forever :]

Next up is Quackers! She originally had a cutesy pink princess outfit, but I'm not sure what happened to most of it... I still have the dress floating around somewhere, though.

Frosty the himbo penguin and his pretty wife, Honey!

Finally in the oldest friends category, my Webkinz! I had a lot of fun pairing my plushies together when I was little, so here we have Amber (middle), and her husband Freddie (right), and their adopted daughter Jewel (left).

The next group, I like to call the Toothless gang, because, well, they're all Toothless! Well, the green one, who I named after the book version, of course, isn't really close to the official design or even my own design, but he just reminds me so much of him that I had to name him accordingly.

The Build-A-Bear Toothless on the right is also a pretty old one, and such a holdable shape!

This is Roy, who I got from @wildandwackypets . He's just so so so soft and cute and aaaaaaagh!! I love him.

This is Oswin Oswald, and yes, he is named after the Doctor Who character. I named her this way for long and complicated reasons, but just know that their namesake being known as "the impossible girl" isn't a coincidence.

This is Widdershins the spider, and he actually doubles as a heat pack! He's lavender scented, and you can put him in the microwave or the freezer and use him for sore muscle therapy!

Finally, here's a face some people will recognize- It's Krobus! For those who don't know, Krobus is a character from Stardew Valley, one of my favorite games, and they're one of my favorite characters!

Not pictured simply because I hit the image limit is Sherbert the frog! He's actually a Scentsy plush, so he has a little vanilla scent pack inside that's still incredibly strongly scented even after the almost ten years I've had him!! They really know how to make these things :o

I hope you enjoyed this post, and thank you for the ask! I just really wanted to talk about my babies today ☺️

(Also, yes, I do have dinosaur bedsheets, and I think they're wonderful)

[wings-of-ink]

I know a while back we had an ask about if ROs had naughty dreams about MC but I'm kinda curious what would their reactions be to having a more domestic dream about MC. Sharing a home, Waking up together, Hugs and kisses as they go about their day, a welcome home and climbing into bed together cuddling before kissing and wishing each other goodnight.

(crush stage) Oswin and ??? or Zahn please (I couldn't pick out of the last two so feel free to pick which one you would prefer to answer)

Awe, what a sweet dream indeed, Nony. ^_^

During that early crushing stage, this would be kinda interesting too since everyone is a bit more angsty.

Oswin: At this stage, the dream is bittersweet. It was wonderful to have, to feel like his ideal life with MC is so peaceful and perfect. But when he awakes from it, he doesn't really know if such a life is possible with him. He has a ways to go yet in his emotional turmoil. He'll think on the dream often, but sometimes it hurts like a nightmare.

Zahn: In true Zahn fashion, they're thinking about it a lot, replaying it over and over in their heads. They make little amendments in their imagination - big table full of food, to name one. Sometimes dreams are all you're going to get, so you should enjoy them when you do.

???: One moment he's pushing it out of his head, and the next he's hoping to see it again the next time he closes his eyes.

[whimperwoods]

Oswin - New Day

Part 8! Oswin Greystone is a wizard, a con man, and, now, a warlock’s pet. He needs to find a way out of it.

tw: pet whump, tw: non-sexual nudity (he’s in his underwear), tw: gags

There’s a masterpost now!

Taglist: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @starnight-whump

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Oswin had always liked the early morning, even when he was young and gangly and sleeping in a dormitory of other wizarding students who woke with despairing groans and pulled the covers up over their heads as they rolled over to go back to sleep.

There had been a particular kind of pleasure in staying awake after he woke, in lying under his blankets, his body still lax and comfortable from sleep, the light hazy with dawn, and him floating in it, awake but not moving yet, taking it in.

It had been his best time for organizing his thoughts, getting his schedule in mind, getting everything in line, meals and classes and projects and perhaps today he would talk to his crush, if they ran into each other between classes, and perhaps if he snuck into the kitchen he could find out early what dessert would be tonight, and nudge the cook toward something with more chocolate.

Now, he was cold, and the floor was hard under his side, and thinking too hard about the minutia of the day at hand was an exercise in futility and terror, but at least the light was the same, and the quiet, punctuated only by his master’s snoring. At least there was still, against all odds, the thing he’d liked the most - clarity.

He knew he was healing, gradually. He could feel his strength returning. He’d eaten yesterday, only once, but that was better than sometimes, lately. He knew the pain in his back would surge up to swallow him the moment he moved, but now it didn’t throb with agony while he was still, and that was something.

He needed to get things in line. Priorities.

He took a deep, careful breath, and then another.

First priority was to find a place he could hide things. He wanted clothing. He wanted his book and his magic focus back. He wanted his component pouches, the ones he couldn’t afford to replace, even if he weren’t here. But there was no point in getting them if he couldn’t store them until he was strong enough to run. Until he had a plan for it.

He thought back through the space, imagining how far he thought he could move without waking his master, weighing the benefits of trying to go a room away, and the drawbacks. Or if he were to move later in the day, when might he be free? What did he know of the man’s schedule? What could he make a point of finding out?

He was nearly organized, inside his mind, when the snores from above him suddenly stopped. He froze, fear flashing through him. Then - damn it, there it was - there came the rustling of his master sitting up, moving to rise.

The captain’s cold eyes locked onto Oswin and he gestured for Oswin to get up onto his increasingly sore knees, not built for so much kneeling and crawling.

Oswin rose, the pain that rippled across his back making his ears feel empty, full of static. It fuzzed out the clarity he’d felt so strongly just a moment before.

His master put a hand under his chin and raised his head, and Oswin forced himself to look into those hard, hard, icy eyes.

“New day, wizard,” he said, voice gruff, “I hope you enjoyed having your gag out. I think you’ll be keeping it on for breakfast, to make up for it.”

Oswin whimpered but didn’t let himself pull away. His master wouldn’t hesitate with a backhand again, he didn’t think.

Then the bit was between his teeth and he was following the captain down the stairs, struggling to keep his mind on hiding places instead of on the welling fear of choking again.

The fire in the kitchen was too bright, flickering and wavering, nothing like the sunlight upstairs, but when his master wasn’t looking anymore, too engrossed in his breakfast, Oswin closed his eyes and pictured that soft light from upstairs, still dawn. Things began to come together again. Breathing. He was breathing. He could breathe. And - and he could find a hiding place to secret things away. At least until his master made him open his eyes again, and face the day that was, instead of the day that might be.

[mrthenarrator]

Hello (again)!

So, uhm here are a few questions that my tired brain came up with a few seconds ago. Now they could have already been answered, but I don't think so, so, uh here we go:

1. I assume that how you look like is an adapted (?) form, so like just a way to make yourself more human, I suppose. Are you satisfied with your design or would you change anything if you could?

2. Are you (maybe, perchance) open to hugs if I don't feel so good right now?

I am sorry to ask you again, I hope I didn't bother you haha. Originally I had a different question for the second question, but I forgot. :(

Anyways thank you for answering my last question, that's very courteous (/nice?) of you.

Hello again, Ember!

For your first question: Yes, I am quite satisfied with my current design at this moment.

Originally, I didn't have a form. It wasn't until Oswin offered to design me one that I began to have a physical body of sorts. He would provide me with the drawing, and I would take it into the Parable to recreate into a functioning model that I could use in-game.

It's a collaborative effort, especially when it comes to the design itself, hence why there's at least three iterations of my model. It's taken months of trial and error to find both a design and outfit that we feel fitting. However, the current one that I am using at this moment is one that both Oswin and I are happy with. 😊

As for your second question: Of course. I am always willing to give out my signature Narry Hugs™*

I hope that whatever you may be going through at this particular moment will become easier to manage, Ember, And that things will get better.

And don't worry, you aren't bothering me in the slightest! I enjoy getting questions and chatting with everyone here. If you remember that question later, then you are always free to come back and ask me again. There's no quota or limit to the amount of questions you can ask, I am here to "yap" as Oswin says I do.

Thank you for your questions, Ember! 😊

(*The trademark is still the works, however it's not official yet, so no one go running around telling any officers about it just yet, okay?)

[owl-ati]

Kirby & Oswin with ice cream in a cup 🍨

I wonder what flavour ice cream and pocky those would be. What do you all think????

Finished Kirby and the forgotten land, and wow I enjoyed it more than I thought I would have! I've always liked playing kirby games 🥰

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Hi all, after a much long hiatus, I'm slowly getting back into draw for my own well being and not just for work. Honestly work and life been giving me a burnout.

I hope everyone is doing well!

Thank you to those who been keeping up with me really appreciate it.

[greenhairedattorney]

It’s was nice talking to you Oz! All I can say is to be careful when you go to the party, something might have happened during the time he went silent. But if not then enjoy the party! Though I do have some advice if something strange happens. Nothing is as it appears, question everything, stick to someone you trust with your life, and if it is paranormal activity or someone suggests it, Run, as far away as you can. Believe me when I say it’s better than to stay. I wish you the best of luck.

It was nice talking to you too Cosmo! (And that one lone anonymous individual)

Also ... Ill keep that in mind.

That is very ominous, but ill make sure to follow your advice.

I do hope nothing happened during his silence. We were friends back in University, along with the Mayor. So I hope nothing awry went with him.

I know the Mayor will be at the party. I'll make sure to stick near him as much as I can.

However i'll make sure he gets out of a situation like that before I do.

And best of luck to you too!

Goodbye for now! Thank you for your questions!

-Oswin Unknown, Attorney at Law.

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