#oscar's threads

[oscartullyofriverrun]

Words of Darkness; Words of Light: with @davos-allyrion

Oscar had gotten himself in many strange situations over the years due to impulsivity and because of his sister’s pamphlet Of Court and Kingdom.  Oscar had traveled to odd places and spoken with various strange people to gather information to pass back to Abby, so when the Dornish delegation had swept into the Red Keep with whispers of brutality and murder all centered around a single person, it had seemed only logical to reach out and learn the truth for himself.  There was a delicacy in doing so.  Few were willing to admit their secrets to a stranger and besides, it felt wrong to develop a sense of trust with someone only to abuse it later.  Usually, Oscar used these writing relationships to learn a person’s personality, ask about the rumors that naturally stirred up and judge based on their reaction how likely they were to be true.  At times it could be difficult, but Oscar liked to think he’d become quite good at it.

Except for when it came to Davos.  Each new letter brought a tale wilder than the last.  Whenever Oscar asked about a new rumor, Davos was quick to confirm it and spin the tale into something even more exaggerated.  Normally, Oscar would have assumed the other man was messing with him and simply playing up the rumors that surrounded him for his own amusement, except there was often a twist of cruelty that crept into Davos’s words that made Oscar feel like some of the things Davos told him were true.  It was clear the other man hadn’t done everything people whispered about, but even if he’d done a quarter of it, that was enough to make Oscar a little scared.

Any logical person would have cut off the relationship by now, gradually dragging out the space between letters so as to not cause offense. Yet, Oscar always found himself ripping open Davos’ letters with a dark sense of curiosity and writing back in a timely fashion.  Davos had a way of learning strangely accurate information about people from all across the Seven Kingdoms, sometimes things Oscar himself hadn’t even heard a whisper about.  It made him feel a little sick to think that Davos had probably heard all the rumors about him as well, but Oscar did his best to ignore that.  He often told himself he kept writing to Davos for Abby’s sake in order to gain these random bits of information, but if he was honest with himself, Oscar was too interested in whatever strange things were happening at Godsgrace to quit writing quite yet.

Dear Lord Davos, 

Your last letter was, as always, very interesting.  I would have you know the rumor you heard about me almost killing another boy in the training yard for insulting my brother is mostly exaggerated.  I only broke the boy’s nose and frankly, I believe he deserved it.  I suppose I should not even bother asking if the stories you’ve told me about your own training days are true or not, though I can’t help but want to ask again anyway.  Perhaps if I ever journey down to Dorne we could spar together, though maybe that is a dangerous proposition if I want to keep all of my organs where they belong.

I imagine you have already heard, in the way you always do, that a marriage might be in my future.  It is a perfect match in its own way, and my father is so relieved he has started speaking to me again.  You’re lucky your murderous infant gaze was vile enough to strike your father dead on the spot because many fathers don’t like it very much when you turn out differently than they’d hoped.  Yes, I’ve heard that rumor about you and no, I do not think it’s true though please feel free to try and convince me it is if you so desire.

I hope you are well.  I hear much about your murderous rages and evil blood spells, but less on your happiness.  I have spoken with a man whose mother is from Dorne and apparently she always says the most beautiful stars hang in the skies of Dorne.  I don’t know if that’s true, but sometimes here in the Riverlands I enjoy sleeping on the balcony of my room underneath the stars.  Before you say anything, yes I know that’s a wonderful way to get murdered by assassins or thieves, but as a lord, surely you’ve felt the weight of your position and wanted to escape it all just for a moment.

I do not know what it’s like in Dorne, but even for me as a second son the weight of expectation can be crushing.  I apologize if I’ve admitted or assumed too much but it has been quite a tumultuous time lately.

Your (potential?) friend, 

Oscar Tully

P.S. If you haven’t spent much time lately watching the stars, you should.  At the very least, you’ll be able to appreciate the darkness more after seeing them shine.

[oscahpitlane]

an rc car forum discusses 9-year-old Oscar Piastri

[oscartullyofriverrun]

Oscar had been to so many funerals in his life that he truly couldn’t remember them all.  They all blurred together in a mess of boredom, tears, and a deep desire to be anywhere but where he was currently standing.  He knew it was important for the Tullys to show their support, especially when one of their own lords died, but Oscar hated the concept of funerals on principle.  When his grandfather had died, Oscar hadn’t wanted to go to the funeral, hadn’t wanted to face the reality of his grandfather’s death or the pity in other people’s eyes.  It had been one of the worst days of his life and Oscar had been expected to be presentable and pretend like he didn’t want to scream from how badly he felt.

This funeral was better than that one, Oscar hadn’t had any kind of personal connection with the late Lord Frey, but he was stressed for a reason entirely separate from the funeral.  From the moment they had entered the Sept, he’d been sending glances towards Lady Clarice, an anxious feeling curling in his chest.  He hadn’t expected to see her here and wondered why she had traveled all the way from The Reach to attend this funeral.  But truly, the reason why she was here didn’t matter.  Only her presence and the chance of recognition was on his mind.  

He knew it was ridiculous to think Lady Clarice would somehow recognize him from his brief time in Highgarden.  The places he and his lover Luceon had been weren't the same places where the regent of Highgarden would spend her time.  Still, Oscar couldn’t shake the paranoia that she had somehow seen him and Luceon together and would recognize him now, calling out his secret for the entire Sept to hear.  It was bad enough his father knew the truth; Oscar couldn’t stand for the whole world to know too.

An elbow hit him roughly in the ribs and Oscar quickly turned his attention to his brother with a scowl.  Kyle gave him a pointed look and Oscar quickly realized it was his turn to pay his respects.  “I uh…” Oscar’s eyes went back in Lady Clarice’s direction, realizing she was set to speak after him.  “I didn’t know Lord Forrest well, but I’m sorry the Stranger took him away so soon and in such a tragic way.  May the Father watch out for his children as they grow.”  The words, similar to ones he’d uttered at countless funerals, were basic and boring but thankfully serviceable.  Oscar glanced towards the window to force himself not to look at Lady Clarice while she was speaking, hoping this whole affair would all be over soon.

22nd day of the 1st month, 130 AC

w.— @effie-bracken @oscartullyofriverrun @goldenclarice @alyofraventree @bloodybenjicot @roslinstrong @ladylaceyvance & @vvilliamvance

Once Sabitha thought she was free of black gowns and mourning period of the King, her own widowhood strike her. Sabitha return home not in the company of her husband but in the company of his bones.

His funeral was probably one of Sabitha's biggest accomplishments. She had it all ready in less than a month; from the second Forrest fell from his horse in a hunting competition until his body was resting underground, it might took her over three weeks to arrenge everything. The silent sister did a masterful work and her husband was ready to rest now.

Sabitha walked across the corridors, looking for her son. She finally found him in his nursery. A maid dressed Theo in the black gowns Sabitha arrenge for him during the King's funeral. Those were the only mourning clothes her little frog had, he was so young; Sabitha hoped he wouldn't need mourning gowns at his age. She clearly underestimated the number of funerals they would go to together.

She picked a simple black dress for herself, comfortable enough for her growing belly. The lace was barely noticeable, the most important part in her attire was the dramatic veil that covered her face. Sabitha's face stayed neutral. She had no sorrow inside her, but today her lack of sorrow could be questioned.

They arrived at the Sept together. Sabitha slowly guiding her son, making sure he wouldn't see his father's corpse. Even if it was their new reality, she was determined to hide it from him a long as she could.

—I wish to thank everyone for coming here. I know my Lord husband's death was a shocking news. I'm grateful you all came here to say goodbye to him, one last time.— Sabitha gently caressed Theo's hand as she spoke.— My dear husband Forrest died doing what he loved most. He loved the woods. His passion for horse riding was a quality I fully appreciated and supported, little did I know how greatly it would cost us. Today we celebrate a life that ended shortly. My Forrest left behind our son... and our soon to be born twins. Only the gods are aware if our babies will be sons or daughters, but I'm sure Forrest would be proud of them and love them as dearly as me. He also loved our Queen. I know he would have given his life for her, he was a loyal man until the end.

They couldn't complain about Sabitha not loving her husband, she did loved him; not romantically but as something else, because Forrest was always clear the woman he loved wasn't her. Forrest love was dedicated to the reason he was known as Fool Frey. Sabitha couldn't help but think he was a fool until the end. She left the silence linger. She improvised her words, but she still hoped they came across as caring. Sabitha didn't realize how much she cared for him until he was no longer at her side. She moved away from the grave and left the space open in case someone else wished to talk.

[neptunescore]

BWAHAHAHA IM DYINGG LMFAOO, NOT OSCAR RANDOMLY BECOMING A NEPO BABY

[queerfarmgremlin]

sometimes Reddit nails it lmao

[purplesectorpress]

a little something that i'd like to share.

my post on threads:

the response i received and my reply to that:

if anyone would like to contribute to this discussion, please feel free. [x]

[godofstupidsentences]

for the people here who are also on f1twt, I made a little thread about f1 and mythology some time ago!

(likes and rts are appreciated🫶)

[chaoticlandworlder]

Can't believe that ppl think Max '(Oscar's) one of the last guys I want to collide with' Verstappen is mad at Oscar

[oscartullyofriverrun]

Change the Prophecy: with @myrielle-of-goldengrove

It was rare for Oscar to feel nervous when speaking with a girl.  Unlike his friends who often bragged about winning hearts but blushed and stammered whenever the object of their affection or a particularly pretty woman came near, Oscar had never been intimidated in the same way.  It had accidentally gotten him in trouble a few times, his confidence and easy conversations causing a girl to develop feelings he would never be able to return.  Now though, Oscar’s nerves were running wild.  There were no etiquette books written on how to introduce yourself to someone who you wanted to play out a fake courtship with.  Ultimately though, he reminded himself they wanted the same thing:  freedom to make their own choices and a partner willing to give them that freedom.  Surely, there was some common ground to be found between them.

Oscar gathered his confidence and approached Myrielle with a smile, wondering what Lady Sabitha had told her, if she had told Myrielle anything about him at all.  “Hello, I’m Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully.  It’s nice to meet you, my lady,” he said, his nerves pushing him towards the familiar scripts he had uttered all his life when faced with situations where he didn’t quite know what to say.  “It’s a lovely day.  I quite like the Twins, but I visited Highgarden recently and I thought it was beautiful.  Perhaps it was simply where I visited, but I had never seen happier or more vibrant people.  Have you been enjoying your time there?”  Moments after he had left Highgarden, Oscar had yearned to go back.  It did cheer his heart to think he could visit more often if he and Myrielle decided to establish a fake courtship.

He paused, unsure how to continue the conversation.  It wasn’t like he could simply come out and say he had no interest in women.  Well, he supposed he could but it was something he’d never dared say aloud to anyone.  Everyone who knew had simply figured it out in one way or another.  “My father is trying to force me to marry, but a traditional marriage doesn’t appeal to me.  I heard that you felt a similar way?” Oscar asked.  “If I were to have a wife, I would want to be friends, hopefully even close friends, but nothing more.”

[formulaoneisajoke]

landonorris: Fun race last weekend. 15th to 4th for me, win for Osc and we’re leading the team champs for the first time in 10years. Job isn’t over, let’s keep our heads down

[oscartullyofriverrun]

Oscar didn’t know why he was being called to Lady Sabitha’s solar.  His father hadn’t been well enough to make the journey, but both Kyle and his mother Lady Jenny had traveled to The Twins to pay their respects at the funeral. If Lady Sabitha had any political concerns she wanted to address with the ruling family of the Riverlands, Oscar couldn’t imagine why she would come to him first.

Perhaps she was simply being kind, though Oscar couldn’t imagine having the energy to be kind after losing a husband while pregnant with twins.  Then again, Sabitha’s strength was revered around court so maybe it wasn’t so strange.  There were other rumors that explained why Sabitha wasn’t as sad about her husband’s death as she should have been, but Oscar didn’t bother entertaining them. Even if they were true and Sabitha was romantically inclined towards women, that didn’t mean losing Forrest wasn’t difficult at the very least when it came to her son and unborn twins losing a father.

Oscar gave his name to the Frey guard standing outside the door who inclined his head in acknowledgement before opening the door to Sabitha’s solar and closing it behind him.  Oscar’s eyes were instantly drawn to the chess board and he smiled, wondering if Sabitha had specifically set up the board because she had heard about his love for the game. “I understand, my lady.  My mother always said being pregnant with one child was a trial, so she could never imagine what it must be like carrying two children at the same time.”  Oscar felt slightly nervous in the older woman’s presence, though he did his best to hide it.  Sabitha always seemed so self assured and in control, both qualities Oscar wished he had but knew he lacked.

He sat across from Sabitha and clasped his hands under the table to keep himself from fidgeting with the chess pieces in front of him like a nervous child.  “I enjoyed the walk.  The Twins is a very lovely seat, especially with how it spans the river.”  Oscar paused, gathering his courage before asking directly, “Why have you asked to see me today?  I’ll admit, usually most lords or ladies want to speak with my brother before they speak with me.”

4th day of the 2nd month, 130 AC

with.— @oscartullyofriverrun

Forrest's funeral might have ended, but Sabitha's ever lasting list of task was always full these days. Most widows withered with loss, Sabitha instead was blooming. Suspiciously bright after such tragedy, she was aware rumors would ignite if her smiles were noticed publicly.

Instead, she hide. Show herself in public covered in veils and black dresses, Forrest could get that respect for the next weeks. Sabitha visit the Sept often and lighted a candle for him. For Theo's loss. She was a new woman under the eyes of the court, a regent.

Rulership was no stranger to her. Soon she'd have her twins. She hoped for just one daughter. She prayed for her more than anything else. Her candles melted and the wax lost its warm, but her intuition swore two daughters will come to her.

Until that day, she had work to be done... and plans she had to complete. Sabitha organize the chess in front of her for the fifth time, anxiously waiting for her guest.

When organizing guests into neatly distributed rooms inside the Crossing; she accounted for the Brackens and Blackwoods, kept them as far away from each other as possible; her family was near her apartments; and Lady Clarice was back at her side. Everyone else was arrenge around those choices.

The Tully's were granted the highest place of honor near Forrest's old chambers. Fitting of their station and preventing any fighting over someone else (her in-laws) deserving such treatment.

This meant Ser Oscar Tully would be forced to walk across the bridge all the way to Sabitha's chambers. Her solar was welcoming a lot of people lately, most came to say goodbye and wish her good luck as her pregnancy reach its end. Today, she was expecting something brighter to talk about.

The guard announced Oscar's arrival and Sabitha nod her head in acknowledgement.

—I apologize Ser, I'm in no condition to walk right now... or stand actually, my feet are killing me. Although by experience I can say one gets accustomed to walking the distance between the Twins, I hope it wasn't a bother. Please take a seat.

[enlightining]

the drivers in f1 manager can’t hurt you

the drivers in f1 manager:

[templeofvengeance]

We'll see if I go back on this one:

The Jake on this blog doesn't wear a fake mustache, mostly because it's never occurred to him yet to wear one casually/seriously. He does envision himself with a mustache and stubble if he was ever in any kind of mindscape/astral form. (Steven is the one that keeps them clean-shaven, and it honestly annoys the hell out of him.) He doesn't like mirrors. Both because his reflection looks wrong, and the idea of seeing one of the others. Kinda makes him look like a vampire, between that and usually being out at night, huh? Unrelated, and (hopefully) won't come up much, but the Jake on this blog is also claustrophobic. It was something he was already uncomfortable with, and being trapped in a sarcophagus in the Duat made it ten times worse.

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @romanbabe89 || Oscar and Sully (x)

Seeing a familiar face, a trusted face, after so long was something that Oscar needed, but he hadn't realised just how much he did. The softness in Sully's eyes made him feel a little safer, and he managed a weak smile at the comment.

"Yeah, you could say that." he replied, slowly standing from the chair and taking a step towards his friend. "I'd love to give you a hug, but still got a couple fractured ribs, so please don't be offended." There was a pause that followed his words, eyes looking Sully up and down as if to check that he was really there. "It's good to see you."

[questwithambition]

March

Read

I wasn't put on this earth for love - by August Lamm

To Live a Textured Life - by Chloé Williams

Why you need a "WTF Notebook"

Ludic's Guide To Getting Software Engineering Jobs — Ludicity

You Think You're Not That Ambitious. Are You Dead Wrong About That?

The obelisk gate, NK Jemisin

Everything is Tuberculosis, John Green

Watched:

How to be less nice - AskPolly, read live by FKA Twigs and Minnie Driver

Flow (at the cinema)

Went to:

Peak District (Chee Dale)

The sky, the earth and all between launch event, Architects, Here at Outernet

Three park runs (and a new PB!)

[wisteriagoesvroom]

me: finish your maxoscar wip

intrusive thoughts: hey father's day is on sunday. what if. oscarmark