#oscass

[mctwinkdom]

The cunty ass pose, literally

[hagenwo43]

More Wetsuit action?

[hagenwo43]

Off season Pt5

[formulapisces]

*screams* TWO MORE YEARS OF OSCAR BABEYYYY

LETS GOOOO 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

[fandomchaosposts]

Oscass P1asstri

[mctwinkdom]

Hum. Maybe hummm maybe if McLaren posted a pic from hum the back huuum maybe we would like the suit more

[hagenwo43]

Off Season Pt10

[lando-piastri]

the weight of the Oscass is too much for that car 😔

[futurewdclandonorris]

Dont realize how much I miss them until I'm deprived of them for two weeks 🧡

[formulapisces]

why is it called top posts when they don’t show literally ANY of my top posts 😭 literally just got 3 of the most random posts

[pizzee]

Beloved tumblr user pizzee i love you. I love your fics. But following you is a test from God every day. ❤️

my therapist says the same thing

[fandomchaosposts]

omg Oscass??????

[mctwinkdom]

blessing your day with some oscass, no need to thank me 😚

Thanks for that anon 😁🫶 really appreciate it

[hagenwo43]

Off Season Pt6

[ventrue-rosary]

An Assassins Remorse

A little piece I wrote for Lyris about the kind of life she lived before taking on the task of stopping the rising dragon cult

Heads turned to her direction as Lyris stalks through the tavern. She had long since grown accustomed to the prying glances of others.

She found her contact smoking in the table in the corner, his hood drawn up. Lyris sat opposing him. He pulled his hood back. Lyris was slightly taken aback by his ghoulishly pale grey eyes that swept critically over her.

‘So you’re Lyris?’

‘And you’re Kevra.’ Lyris decide to remain on the side of caution until she knew what this guy was about.

‘Aye. Have all the information about your target here.’ He slid her a piece of paper. Lyris picked it up and scanned the words: Oliver Randren, Oscass Village, farmer.

She glanced back up at Kevra. ‘What did this poor son of a bitch do?’

‘You don’t need to know that. All you need to know is their name, and where to find them.’

‘I do have my principles.’ Lyris folded her arms over her chest.

Kevra leaned forward. ‘There’s gold in it for you. And the gratitude of Ambassador Andro Ves Eglier. That’s all the information you need.’

Lyris snatched up the paper. It was apparent she wasn’t getting any more information from him. ‘It’ll be taken care of.’

Kevra smiled, a grin so wide it bared his teeth. ‘Marvellous. Return to me with proof, and our transaction will be complete.’

Lyris pulled her hood up and left.

Osacass village was only half a days travel. When she arrived, twilight had fallen, painting the horizon in  gradient of deep blue and violet to an eventual gold crowning the setting sun. Lyris found herself standing at a farm in the immediate outskirts of the village. A homely-looking man was shepherding his chickens back into the coop. He must have noticed Lyris’s long shadow on the ground, as he turned to greet her warmly.

‘Hail, friend. Is there anything I can do to help you? You look travel weary. Interest you in a bowl of broth?’

Lyris noticed his eyes flickering nervously across her armour and her weapons. It was a common method, befriending one who might be out to kill you. The kindness was often disarming, stunning them long enough to get in a surprise attack, or even causing them to change their mind.

Lyris noticed two young children peeking out of the door of his house. A boy and a girl. Twins. Lyris suddenly felt ill. Her fingers twitched. By now she’d be drawing an arrow, or unsheathing a dagger.

 Oliver turned to his children. ‘Everything’s fine. Get back inside.’ He turned back to her.

Lyris stepped forward, and thrust the paper towards him. ‘Someone hired a hit on you. When I report back, they’ll figure out I let you go. So pack your bags, take your children and get far away from here. As far as you can go, and even then don’t stop moving.’

Oliver didn’t seem surprised, but he was shaken, scrubbing one dirt-covered hand across his face, smearing it with mud. ‘Gods, I knew this day would come. I...thank you stranger. You’re a good woman. I won’t forget this.’

Oliver disappeared indoors. Lyris waited for a minute before turning on her heel and leaving.

Lyris met Kevra back in the tavern the following evening. He had been clearly waiting for her, fingers drumming against the table.

`Well?` he barked as Lyris approached.

`He’s gone.`

Kevra leaned forward, glaring at her from underneath the hem of his hood. ‘Where’s your proof.’

‘He’s gone as in I told him to run from your precious Ambassador Eglier. ‘

Kevra scoffed at her with a shake of his head. ‘You’ve made a powerful enemy today.`

Lyris rolled her eyes. `Oh put away your dick Kevra. You can’t do intimidation very well-- in fact it's embarrassing.  I’m not afraid of him, or you. We could continue this conversation outside, if you like. I’ve got some frustrations I’d like to work out.’

Kevra suddenly stood, leaning over the table. ‘One day, you’ll pay for this.’

Kevra stormed out of the tavern, his frantic departure drawing the attention of some of the other patrons. Lyris merely placed her feet up on the table and drank from Kevra’s abandoned tankard. Perhaps one day she might regret her choices, but right now, she was happy to live with the consequences.