#osker owens

[kedreeva]

For Wip Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

My WIP filenames:

FP Chapter 3

Sentinel CH8

Ladyhawke CH5

Singing CH10

In Sorrow Plot

Snippet from one of them:

“Do you think it changes things?” Osker asked, after he pulled the door to the room shut. He dusted his hands on his pants.

“What?”

“Do you think it changes things,” Osker repeated, as if Rhiley just hadn’t heard the question. “The change in leadership. Steve being injured so bad.”

Rhiley sighed, jaw setting. “No, but it would if you had any sense. You’d go back to camp and update our team while the wolves are out. Figure out a plan.”

“No way.” Osker waved his hands over Rhiley’s attempt to protest. “No way, man. If Marcus comes back while everyone else is away, he’d probably kill you. He might kill Steve, too.”

“Oh, and you’re going to make the difference in stopping him?” Rhiley asked, grim determination blooming into amusement.

“Hey, between the two of us, you’ve had your ass kicked by more werewolves than me,” Osker said, and then softened. “Look, I know I probably won’t make much of a difference, if it comes to a fight with Marcus, but… we’ve come this far together. I’m not leaving you now. We get through this together or not at all. Right?”

“Right.” Rhiley smiled and swayed in close enough to bump his shoulder against Osker’s. “Thank you.”

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[caw4brandon]

- We have NO self-control -

The Hoodlite Dilemma

I'm back on my chaotic rambling again and it's getting worse! So, I doodled. As you do, with no clear idea as to how I'm going to fix my current issues with my world. Then this lightbulb moment happened!

I wanted to redo how I think about the Hoodlites and just go for it. Make them human but not exactly. Give them normal bodies but completely change their heads and this was the result.

A blank expression cup head with one of the STAB elements on top. It's a silly idea and I love how dumb it looks when I set it next to everyone. The expressions will be different from other variations.

This is to make up for deleting the Owen post and I thought this was a funnier attempt. Make him as goofy as possible and just run with it. I did have this other idea though. Make these new Hoodlites appear like some kind of mutant figure ala [Linkin Park's The Hunting Party]

You can kind of sense that I am disturbed by this dilemma. It's been so long since the Hoodlite-focused post and I am just not feeling the whole little critter approach anymore.

The crux of the lore is still there. Native beings of the Core, Have one of the STAB on them. But compared to what they used to look like, It's a big leap of difference. It also helped me improve my way of shaping the Tide element.

Owen is renamed by the way. Gone, gone the form of "Owen", Arise the Hoodlite "Osker Pint". Still trying the Team JOSH approach. But, yeah. Lend me your thoughts. I really want to know.

[kedreeva]

To be honest: I love your Sentinel fic, but my old and shriveled teen wolf heart is very interested in your found family original werewolf story. Soooooo: three more sentences for FP! <3

There's a little discord for it, if you want to come hang out! I post bits as I'm working, there's someone making a map, etc, and you can tell me to write wordcounts any time not just wednesdays lol

For WIP Wednesday Game

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To warm himself, he took a lap around the interior of the house, from the kitchen to the dining room to the living room, and found Penny and Scarlet curled up on the fluffiest of the couches. He lingered in the doorway, an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. They were just teenagers and, like this at least, they looked as human as Steve did in sleep. There were a half-dozen kids just like them in camp, just as much attitude, just as much heart. He would have shot them dead, a week ago, no questions asked.

[kedreeva]

WIP Wednesday Game

(original post)

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

My file names:

FP Chapter 3

Ladyhawke AU (can't share)

Sentinel CH9

In Sorrow CH2

Singing CH10

My Snippet: (from FP Chapter 3)

“Don’t. It’s not Rhiley.”

Osker startled and froze, white-knuckling the knob. He looked over his shoulder to find Steve leaning haggardly against the doorframe of the dining room, watching him with a silvery glow in his pupils. “What?”

“Rhiley’s still asleep.” Steve raised his nose a little, giving a sniff in Osker’s direction, eyes on the door. “I can hear his heartbeat in Jasper's room.”

“But- I can-” Osker let the knob go to fully face Steve. “I can hear him calling me, outside. If it’s not him, what is it?”

“Crocotta.” He dragged himself away from the frame, gesturing for Osker to follow with a slight twitch his his head. He pulled a chair out from the dining room table and sank gingerly into it, but Osker stopped in the entryway. “It’s a canid super, kind of a- a hyena on steroids. They can mimic a human voice, so they follow travelers around to learn their names, and then call them away from the campfire.”

“Away from safety.” Osker blanched. He’d nearly fallen for it. “So they can kill you.”

“If you’re lucky,” Steve said with a slow smile. “They like to eat bits while you’re still alive and screaming, so they can learn to mimic those things, too. Not something you want to meet along at night.”

“No,” Osker agreed. “But we’re not traveling. Why’s it here?”

“Smell of our kitchen fire’s got it mixed up, I’d guess.”

Osker looked him over, still tense, but Steve wasn’t the threat here. Even at full strength, he’d never been the threat. He took a few steps into the room, just far enough to smooth his hands over the back of the nearest chair, opposite Steve. “You’ve, uh… you’ve been saving me an awful lot.”

“You’ve been getting into a lot of trouble,” Steve said, wincing when he leaned forward and straightening again, hand on his ribs. “Maybe stop doing that.”

[kedreeva]

35 and 38 for ur mystery OCs?

Thank you!! I will answer these for Osker, since he's the main character

35 - How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

With amusement. He likes for his friends to be happy, and if sitting while they talk will do it, he'll do it. If it's something new, he'll tend to listen better. If it's something familiar he'll sometimes lose focus. If it's something that requires action ("I found a cool place come see!") he's almost always up for it. he will get into shenanigans if someone's excited about it

In times of calm, he DOES think to ask about things first, so his friends don't have to come to him first. Unfortunately there's not a lot of calm in the apocalypse, so most of his attention is caught up in what they're gonna do to make it through the next day or week.

38 - What memory do they revisit the most often? 

oof. I'm sorry. Osker revisits the last day before they found out his mom was dying, pre-apocalypse. She'd taken the day off for her doctor's appt, so they ate their lunch at the park in the summer sun and talked about dragging his father out to a movie the upcoming weekend. Osker didn't have a lot of friends pre-apocalypse, partly because they had moved a few times for his mom's job, but he was close with his parents, and it crushed him when she got ill.

[kedreeva]

To change it up a bit: three more sentences for FP chapter 3, please. (^○^)

oh ho! Making me work on my original!

For WIP Wednesday Game

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Jasper looked him over as Rhiley hopped down. “You can stay here if you want. Steve didn’t say what to do with you.” “Then, can I leave?” Osker asked, only half joking. Jasper gave him a look that said he knew better, and he did, so he just laughed. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

[kedreeva]

Some "FP Ch2", for WIP Wednesday?

WIP Wednesday | The Final Pack

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Kai shrugged, peeling off his own helmet to toss to the ground at Osker’s feet. “You told Charlie we ran into the werewolves. Your com got damaged. I lost my helmet. Owens had the handset so we couldn’t call home.”

[kedreeva]

Crossing my fingers for the last 5k! Three sentences for FP CH8 please! :D

I'm closing in!

WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack

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He found Rhiley sitting on the edge of his bed, an old, worn Rubik’s cube in his hands. Four years ago, they’d found it in one of the abandoned living spaces to the west. Newcomers meant their team had been sent to clear two new buildings for health and safety, so that the protected area could expand. Rhiley had told him to leave the cube behind – “useful items only, Owens” – but Osker had taken it home anyway.

[kedreeva]

Then one more round for FP for good measure! :D

OKAY just for you then.

WIP Wednesday | Make Me Write | The Final Pack

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“Lorenzo, you’re not gonna believe this. I found Owens and Baker.”

The walkie crackled, Lorenzo’s nasal voice filtering through. “Alive?”

With a laugh, she pressed the button again. “Yeah, alive and even in one piece! I’m taking them in. You and Warren head back, I don’t want you two alone out here.” She let go and gave Osker and Rhiley a tired look as Lorenzo affirmed. She was young, as young as Osker still, but she’d more than earned the respect of her team. “They shouldn’t even be sending us with less than five, but you know how it is.” She motioned toward home with a tick of her head. “Shall we, boys?”

[kedreeva]

The push of asks from last week got me through the end of 2 chapters!

My Filenames:

FP Chapter 3

Sentinel CH16

My snippet, from FP Chapter 2:

“Aw, gonna miss me, Dalton?” Rhiley managed a smile, though it came with an unsteady sway.

“If you’re gone, he’ll have to listen to Owens,” Kai interjected.

“Oh, shut up, Kai.” Dalton shoved him eastward with his cleaner hand, still leaving a bloody handprint, and then turned back to give Osker and Rhiley one last look over. “I would,” he said, more somber than Osker had ever seen him. “But I’m not the one you should worry about missing you. So, get your shit together and get back to her.”

“I will,” Rhiley said.

WIP Wednesday Game (6 MAR 24)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

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[kedreeva]

For your task project... I just wrote 250 words on my own WIP (not doing nano, though). I also made tea, but I would have done that anyway, so I don't know if that counts.

Hmmmm well, I'll count the writing, and I'll give you the little extra from where I stopped, since i did it anyway 😁

Under a cut since it's a bit longer

“He bit Rhiley. He's the reason they kicked him ‘n Owens out, because he killed people. Our people. Maybe he fucking-”

“If you say maybe he deserves it, so help me, Dalton,” Sam interrupted.

Dalton did not hold her gaze long, jaw wired shut. He knew better. She absolutely thought that Marcus deserved it; they all thought it. Marcus had killed people, people they liked. If it had been any other kind of super, or even just a couple of weeks ago instead, Osker might have even agreed without hesitation. Now, he wanted to know who drew first blood. Now, he worried that if people blamed the deaths on Marcus being a werewolf instead of him being a bad person, that Rhiley would internalize it.

Osker didn’t know what was more foolish- worrying Rhiley would become a monster like that, or worrying he would become one if they talked about it too much.

They finished cleaning up after themselves, Osker staying behind to take a pocketknife to the nicks in the table to make them look like something other than a werewolf mishap, and bolted for the safety of Rhiley and Sam’s apartment. Later that afternoon, Kai joined them with Thomas in tow. They played Twenty Questions with him, fifteen of which didn’t have answers, but Thomas had freely accepted Rhiley’s change without actual fuss.

“It’s been going on a week and you’ve all been acting stranger than Rhiley,” he pointed out. “If we lose him at the full moon… at least we had a few extra weeks.”

[kedreeva]

It's the original novel series I am writing! It takes place 6 years post-apocalypse, where the world as we know it ended due to supernatural upheaval, and humans and supernatural creatures have been at odds since. The main character, Osker Owens, has an encounter with werewolves that make him think it's possible supernatural creatures aren't the monsters he'd been led to believe they are. Circumstances force him to cut a deal with the pack in order to save his friend's life, and the story follows what happens in the wake of that decision, his roadtrip-esque adventure through the ruined world with the werewolf pack, and the way things heal around them.

Hey, I know some of you have read the fic version of The Final Pack and know I'm redoing it as an original. A little while back I made myself a little discord server for it, and now that I'm into the second draft of the first book, I thought I'd let folks come join me, see what I'm working on etc.

It's here if you wanna come say hi!