#not Oskar lol

[wonderfull-star]

Many in the fandom be like:

Oh no, Oskar is being bullied. Poor boy 😢

Also Oskar with Stoker and others:

[ban--tam]

that one meme that's going around

[rann-poisoncage]

[setttanen]

More magma @unitoffline @fr0gery @eagle-claws and my friend Redfield!! This magma i can draw interactive doodles with yall more 🥺🧡🧡🧡 i can't tell how much i love that!!!! I want that every single time, i want to be a part of your ideas!! 🧡

[aceofstars16]

Enjoy! And yes, I came up with that title when I was still salty but...it fits so....xD

In case you can't read it on AO3, here it is below as well:

The REAL Epilogue

Burning. That was the first thing he felt. But as soon as he was aware of it, the pain dissolved into a pleasant warmth, radiating throughout his entire body.

Then he heard music. Sweet, beautiful music. A melody that increased the warmth in his body. For a moment, he couldn’t place why it sounded so familiar. Then it hit him. It was a whistleharp. Leeli’s whistle harp.

Everything that happened over the last few days - no, the last few months- came surging back. Every memory, both good and bad, hitting him like a sledgehammer.

Jolting upright, he gasped - a deep breath that he didn’t know his lungs needed until they had it. He looked around frantically. Had the stone worked? Was everyone okay? Where was he? It looked vaguely familiar but…

“Janner!”

A voice that Janner hadn’t heard in months filled his ears, but before he could fully grasp who he was looking at, arms flung around him, squeezing him tighter than they ever had before.

“Kal.” The name left Janner’s mouth before he even thought to say it as he found himself returning the hug. His brother was okay. He was human. Janner had protected him. But then…

“What-?”

His words were cut off as another pair of arms wrapped around him. Leeli had stopped playing and Janner moved one arm so he could hug her back. Both of his siblings were here. They were okay. But…where was here?

As he turned his attention to the forest around him, Janner caught sight of Nia looking at him, almost in disbelief. And next to her…

“Uncle Artham!”

Janner hadn’t seen his uncle in months, and just the sight of him brought a joy to his heart that he hadn’t been expecting. That joy grew when he saw Oskar and…

For a moment, Janner just stared at the girl standing there, her hand over her mouth. Could it really be? Then their eyes met and Janner knew. Only one girl had that light in her eyes, light that had carried him through some of the darkest moments of his life.

Sara Cobbler.

A moment after their eyes met, she let out a sob – but not one full of sorrow. It was a cry of joy. Which seemed to break a silent spell that had been holding the others back.

In a moment, Janner was surrounded by all those he loved. Being hugged – and kissed by Nia. A happy laughter filled the clearing, even as questions filled his head.

After everyone had sufficiently hugged him, Janner was finally able to ask the question that had entered his mind as soon as he woke.

“What happened? Where are we? How am I…?” His voiced trailed off. Had he just been asleep, or…had he died?

For a moment, the joy in the clearing faded as everyone traded looks.

Artham was the first to break the silence.

“The First Well.”

“What?” Janner looked around again and noticed for the first time, the sound of water.

“I remembered where it was.” Kalmar said, then laughed a little. “Though, it was a little harder to find as a human.”

“How…how long was I…?” Once again, Janner couldn’t make himself say the word.

“Three days.” Nia said softly, a shadow passing over her face, only to lift when Leeli spoke.

“But you’re okay now!”

“Right…” Janner nodded. “But what happened…I mean, is Anniera…is everyone…?”

“They’re all human again.” Kalmar said.

Relief washed over Janner. Then he caught Sara’s eye again.

“How did you…when did you-?”

Sara laughed. “It’s a long story.”

“Yes, and one better told around a fire, if I do say so myself.” Oskar piped in.

“Sounds good to me!” Kalmar said, which set everyone off laughing.

So, a fire was built, and Sara told Janner all about Dugtown. How she had rallied the orphans and escaped the Fork Factory – right at the same time Artham and Gammon had arrived to free them. And about the Fang’s attack and sudden disappearance from Skree. A shadow passed her face when she talked about her parents, how they hadn’t survived. But it lifted when she told him how her and the other orphans had decided that, if they were going to start a new life, they’d love for it to be in a place like Anniera.

Then Kalmar and the others filled him in on what happened after he had taken the stone, at least, for the most part. Janner had the feeling they were dancing around the word he himself had a hard time saying. But Kalmar told him all about giving everyone new names – which he admitted was kind of strange, as the names seemed to just come to him.

After that, came the story of how they found The First Well again. The sea dragons had taken them as far as the Blackwood, but they had to travel into the forest on foot. Kalmar told him how he retraced their steps from Clovenfast, and eventually found the water that he had given Oood only a week ago.

By the time the stories had been told, it was dark out. Nia insisted everyone get some sleep, which Janner was happy to do. Until he couldn’t fall asleep. He didn’t know why. He was tired. But something kept him up.

Eventually, he sat up, sighing as he quietly stood and walked a little closer to look at the water. The First Well water. It didn’t look different than any other water. But he knew better. Besides, the clearing itself had a calming presence, as if everything around it knew the water was special.

“I’m glad I found it again.”

Janner quickly looked over to see Kalmar, sitting against a rock, looking straight ahead. He didn’t look up, even as Janner sat down next to him.

“Me too.” Janner said quietly.

For a moment, they just sat in silence. Then Janner found that he couldn’t keep wondering any more. “Kal? Did…did I die?”

Kalmar stiffened, but didn’t answer right away.

“Kal?”

“Yes.”

It was a whisper, barely audible. But it sent a shiver down Janner’s spine.

“You took the stone from me.” Kalmar added, a heaviness in his voice.

“I know.”

“It was supposed to be me! Not you!” The force of the words broke through the silence of the clearing. Through the light of the moon, Janner could see tears in Kalmar’s eyes. And it was then that Janner realized there were already tear streaks on his brother’s face. As if he had already been crying.

“No, Kal. It wasn’t.”  Janner placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, willing him to look at him. But he didn’t. “It’s my job to protect you. Anniera needs its king.”

“And I need you!” Kalmar shot back, looking at Janner for the first time. Then he seemed to realize what he said and shrunk back. If he was still fanged, his ears would’ve flattened on his head.

“Kal…” Janner didn’t know what to say. It was his job to keep Kalmar safe. And he didn’t regret what he’d done. But he couldn’t imagine what he would feel like if Kalmar had died protecting him.

Silence grew between them once again, only the sound of the water running filled the air.

“I don’t want to be king if it means you’ll die protecting me.” Kalmar said quietly. “I knew what I was doing…what…what I was supposed to do. I was ready.”

Even as he said it, Janner couldn’t believe it. He remembered the sadness in Kalmar’s eyes that morning on Anniera. Could anyone really be ready for their own death? Especially a kid?

“But I wasn’t ready to see you-” Kalmar’s voice cracked and he hugged his legs, shutting his eyes tight.

If anyone else had been around, Janner might’ve hesitated to hug his brother, but not tonight. He wrapped his arms around Kalmar and hugged him tight, wishing he could say something to help him. But what could be said?

Minutes passed before Janner spoke again. It might not make anything easier for Kalmar, but he had to try.

“I’m sorry, Kal. I…when I saw you with the stone, and realized what you were going to do, I knew I couldn’t let you. It needed to be me. And I don’t regret it.”

The only response was a shaky breath.

“But…Kal, I didn’t do it to hurt you, and I’m sorry it did.”

There was a quiet sniffle. “I can’t just tell you not to do anything like that again, can I?”

Janner swallowed. Because he knew that answer, and Kalmar did too. “I’ll always do whatever I can to protect you, Kal. And maybe one day it will happen again. But…I’m here now, okay?”

Kalmar opened his eyes and looked at Janner, really looked at him. The conflicting emotions swirling in the blue matched Janner’s own. For a moment, they just looked at each other, then Kal nodded. “Okay.”

His voice was still quiet, but it was stronger than it had been. The voice of a king accepting the responsibility of his life.

“Besides,” Janner lightly hit Kalmar’s arm. “You need someone to keep an eye on you for a while. You’re only eleven.”

The smallest smile grew on Kal’s face. “And you need someone to beat you in zibzy and keep your from sitting around reading all day.”

At that, Janner couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Maybe I’ll stand a chance now that you aren’t a wolf.”

“In your dreams.” Kalmar said, joining in the laughter.

The rest of the night was filled with reminiscing and dreaming of possibilities, until both of them fell asleep, imagining a future without the threat of Gnag or Fangs.

And a future they had. The Jewels of Anniera grew, married, and had children of their own. Thorn of course, married Leeli, and Janner’s heart only ever belonged to Sara. And Kalmar found a queen that rivaled even Nia in strength and courage. The stories of their childhood were told near and far, becoming legends that children from all corners of the world listened to with rapt attention. And under King Kalmar’s rule, all of Aerwiar prospered, and Aneira once again became the place of beauty and love that it had once been.

[kitthenameless]

I'm just now realizing I haven't appreciated Tarhun enough. And apparently neither has anyone else! I found only TWO Tumblr posts that mention him! Does he really have no fans??

Ok, Tarhun appreciation post. He's got a dapper outfit and a sexy voice (same actor as Uktar). It's sweet how he cares about Lady Jannath's well-being. His cursing (I have to assume it's cursing) when he hears more furniture go flying through the house and his little throat clearing to regain composure after makes me laugh. And I love how he's all, "Can't stop you from helping her, technically I'm on holiday 😉" Underappreciated NPC.

[sirenicornio]

We never got the chance to see The Heart Of Thomas animated in the 70s style, but this is the closest thing we'll get from Oskar:

Lady Georgie ~~ Lowell J. Grey

[streatfeild]

FINALLY endlich mal mail zur namensänderung abgeschickt bevor sie das sbg wieder kippen

[aleielle-of-roshar]

Snow Day!!!!

Me and Oskar went playing in the snow again, but I got pictures this time >:D (some are cropped due to like, the shop being visible faintly through the trees, and my thumb taking up one of the frames lol, I was looking at him more then the camera). We hit snow at each other, and he chased snowballs- oh and he wrecked my snow-fort smh 😔 (Yes I still play in the snow at my age shut up its fun)

And bonus…

✨THE POUNCERRRR✨

(Rip frozen pinecone)

[that-one-fandom-girl]

Re-watching the trailer again, and noticed that when the blonde girl is telling Nancy about the suspects and that she should reach out and find out who stole the gems, the only suspects who smile/make any reaction to Nancy other than a blank expression is Radek and Oskar. HMMMMMMMM, these two be lookin' a little sus, dude.

[totentnz]

anyway i need a new oc who is just sad, a sopping wet dog, so miserable

[monakota]

Teeeheee !!

[stormflowyr]

i named my guy ren highwind because my name is ren and i like the lancer naming tradition in ff games lol.

eventually i did learn about actual xaela naming conventions and decided "ren highwind" was a sort of adventuring name he took on half for fun and half because he was tired of eorzeans butchering his real name lmao, that being yerentai kha!

in the characters i've made since i do usually try to keep everything lore compliant from the start, with occasional deviations like nicknames, sometimes titles like NPCs have in place of surnames (e.g. "yugiri mistwalker"), and the whole viera lore thing where they take new names when they leave the forest lol. mostly i pick names based on what sounds nice with maybe a bit of the meaning taken in mind.

WoL QotD: What made you choose your WoL's name? Does it have any important meaning or did it just sound nice?

Follow up: Is it lore accurate? If it isn't, why not?

[honigsenfsymbiont]

Oooooo Nürnberger Altstadt?? Fuck yea! Ich hab n Projekt fürn Videospiel wo das der backdrop ist. Liegt momentan auf Eis aber wenn ichs auftaue und Fragen hab, darf ich dann zu dir kommen?

Sure! Hab ich kein Problem mit. Weiß nicht wieso du damit zu nem tumblr user kommst anstatt dahin zu fahren und 80 Führungen zu machen weil das empfehle ich. Auch einfach so, es ist sehr schön da :D (Schön hier. Aber waren Sie schonmal in der Nürnberger Altstadt?) Gibt auch zig milliarden Dokus und Videos.

Aber Fragen kannste zu mir kommen ich bin zwar kein Profi aber ich bin seh das ganze sehr oft und hab selber schon ein paar Stadtführungen mitgemacht also vlt hab ich wenigstens Ideen wo du hinkannst :-)

[sethjarvy]

[aleielle-of-roshar]

helllllp, my cousin keeps saying ‘neener neener neener you don’t have a weiner’ to oskar lmao

(We’re both adults btw)