#oslasil

[alwaysraineh]

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okay so this took me ages cause i had to find something i thought was worthy of your attention but also i was curious about counting the flowers and if i'm right there are 316 of them 😂 which issssssss too much for me to count sentences lol SO after much deliberation i have decided simply to present you with what is basically an entire chapter of Oslasil (largely removed from context but featuring a scene that was very fun to write)

ENJOY, MY LOVE! 💕💖💖💝💕💘✨✨✨😘

“I’m not playing your game.”

“Why not?”

“Have you looked around yourself in the past four hours? There isn’t anything to spot and guess! There hasn’t been since we passed by Calcheth. Everything is flat and grassy and identical to what’s beside it.”

Haroch shakes his head. His eyes are bright and welcoming, and there’s a slight flush on his cheeks. He’s enjoying this far too much. Though, if Veridis is honest with himself, this may be the closest he’s come to having fun in… he doesn’t know how long. It’s an odd feeling, but not unpleasant. Spending time with Haroch has never been unpleasant.

“You’re talking like a quitter, Veridis.”

“Hey!”

“You can’t get offended when you’re the one who gave up before he began!”

“I’m not offended. I just don’t appreciate being called a quitter.”

“Then step up to the challenge!” Haroch exclaims, knocking their shoulders together. “I’ve already spotted something green.”

Veridis stares at him with narrowed eyes, but he meets the gaze steadily. Obviously, Veridis is going to have to play by Haroch’s rules to gain back the upper hand. He huffs out a breath, more amused than frustrated, and turns his focus to their surroundings. It doesn’t take long to scan the environment and, just as he suspected, Veridis sees nothing green.

“Haroch, you’re losing your mind.”

“No, no, I’ve spotted something that’s green. You have to guess.”

“There isn’t anything.”

“That’s not a guess.”

“Okay. I guess that there’s nothing green.”

“You didn’t even try.”

“Ugh. You are relentless.”

Veridis tries to ignore Haroch chuckling beside him so he can do another sweep of the countryside. Nothing catches his eye as being particularly green; the storms have beaten this place down with their sickness. Most of the grass is prematurely yellow. The bits of prairie that are another color are the areas that are browning or that have already died off completely. Everything in camp fits within the same color scheme.

“I want another hint.”

Haroch’s eyebrows practically fly off his head, they shoot up so quickly. Prat. “Seriously?”

“Yes. I get to know more than the color, don’t I? I want more information.”

Haroch’s eyes roam Veridis’s face like he’s studying the elf. He bites his lower lip, but even that can’t hide his smile. It seems like years before he nods. “Okay. Um- yeah, alright. The thing I’ve spotted is both green and close to you.”

A quick scan of the ground around them is no help at all. Veridis is starting to see how this game would keep children entertained at the market. What he doesn’t understand is how the children don’t lose their minds with frustration when they can’t find what they’re meant to be spotting.

“Haroch.”

“Yeah?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you want me to find.”

“Are you giving up?”

“… Maybe.”

Haroch throws his head back and laughs. Veridis knows it’s at his expense, but it’s still a beautiful, infectious sound. He finds himself unable to stop smiling because he’s trying so hard to suppress his own laughter. When Haroch has composed himself enough to sit still again, he places his hand on Veridis’s shoulder and leans closer. His hand is, thankfully, just far enough from the pulse point that he shouldn’t be able to feel how fast Veridis’s heart is racing.

“You’re very unobservant for a ranger,” Haroch finally manages to say. He’s still a little breathless.

“Bold claim coming from a farm boy,” Veridis snaps back.

He doesn’t mean the words to be hurtful, but the moment they leave his lips he regrets them. Haroch stares at him, wide-eyed, and falls victim to another fit of laughter. Veridis’s brow creases in confusion.

“You really haven’t played games before. I guess a part of me still thought you were joking, but clearly I was wrong. And who are you calling farm boy? I seem to recall that the place you call home is a certain farming down in southern Theiq.”

“Hey, you can’t gloat until you can prove you actually spotted something green.”

“Wow. You’re going to accuse me of cheating at a game you don’t even know?”

“Maybe I am.”

Haroch rolls his eyes. “Big tough ranger you are. You refuse to let someone else take a guard shift so you can watch for danger, but you won’t look at your belt and notice that your very own dagger has a green hilt.”

Veridis glances down out of instinct and immediately feels foolish. He should have guessed this far sooner. Haroch is watching with a soft expression when he looks back up. Veridis doesn’t think of himself as particularly competitive, and yet… he can’t let this end here.

“Give me another guess.”

“What, really?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? I won’t go easy on you. I thought I was making it simple by spotting your knife. If we go again, it’ll be harder.”

“If you won’t spot something for me, I’m going to spot something for you.”

“… You know what? Go ahead. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The sun is high overhead by the time they stop playing the game. Both have lost track of what the other has spotted and who has guessed more than the other. In the hours that passed as they played, not a single traveler came up the road they’ve made camp on. So when Haroch makes his way closer to the edge of the stream, Veridis finds himself following.

They remove their boots so they can dip feet in cool water and take turns tossing pebbles to see who can make a larger splash. Veridis plucks a long piece of grass from beside him and begins twisting it around his fingers about the same time that Haroch leans back and settles his weight on his elbows. Veridis notices him staring not long after when he tries to look past him to watch the road.

“What?”

“Why wouldn’t you let Seilyn take the watch?”

“We just met, Haroch. I don’t trust her.”

“You don’t trust anyone.”

“Exactly.”

“Why not?”

Veridis shrugs and turns away from Haroch’s imploring eyes. “I’m a ranger. When you see what I’ve seen and do what I’ve done, it’s kind of hard to trust people.”

“I suppose.”

Haroch tips his head back so he has a better view of the sky. Veridis’s eyes are drawn to the column of his throat. He follows it up to Haroch’s jawline, and from there his lips, his nose, his eyes. He has long eyelashes. They’re as dark as his hair; even the midday sun can’t light them up. His lips part as he draws in a deep breath.

“How come you answer so many questions about yourself by saying you’re a ranger?”

“It’s applicable.”

He chuckles, and his lips tug into a ghost of the brilliant smile he’s been wearing all morning. “Sure, but why not anything else?”

“If I tell someone I’m a ranger, it wraps up everything about me that everyone else finds odd and ties it into a neat little package. I don’t have to try to elaborate on some habit I have, or find a reason for the way I act. I can say I’m a ranger, and they accept that at face value. They don’t tend to ask more questions. Unlike someone else I know.”

“You can’t blame me for being curious.”

“And why can’t I do that?”

“Because you’re the only ranger I know. You’re the source of my information. Soon enough I’ll know all the dirty little secrets you rangers keep from the rest of us.”

“Sure, Haroch.”

“I’ve never met anyone who kept as many secrets as you do.”

“Yes, well, I need to.”

Veridis stands and crosses camp to snag two apples from one of the sacks. Haroch rolls onto his side to watch him go. Veridis tosses one of the apples to Haroch as he returns to his side. Haroch snatches it out of the air and sits back up, turning the apple over in his hands. He twists the stem off and flicks it into the water. Veridis watches it as it floats away and vanishes beneath the surface.

“If I asked you something, Veridis, would you answer honestly?”

“Depends on the question, I suppose.”

“Right. How would you feel about another game, then?”

“I don’t think I could find something new to spot if my life depended on it.”

Haroch chuckles, pressing the back of his hand to his lips to cover the half-chewed apple in his mouth. For a bastard raised on a farm in the grasslands of Froel, he has good manners. Veridis only spent a couple of hours in Roldt’s presence, but he has no doubt that all the good in Haroch came from his uncle.

“Not that one. No, I used to play this one with my little sister. I suppose it isn’t actually much of a game, though.”

“What is it, then?”

“An exchange of information. I ask you something, you answer. You ask me something, I answer. Whatever we want to ask, but you only answer what you’re willing to share.”

Veridis bites into his apple as a way to buy himself more time. He’s finding, lately, that he does enjoy Haroch’s company, and talking with him seems to make the day pass quicker. Still, he could ask things the answers of which would put Veridis in danger.

“I don’t have to answer if I don’t want to?”

“Nope. And if I ask something that crosses a line, feel free to tell me off. Just as I would if you pushed too far.”

“Would you?”

Haroch shrugs with a grin. “Probably. I never needed to with my sister, so I can’t say for sure. Then again, she was much younger than you.”

“… Alright. I’ll play your game. If I get to ask the first question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a sister?”

“Technically I have two. Also two brothers. My father’s children with his wife, of course. Kheidan is hardly younger than I. Then there is Rona and Wynmar. Pennaedra is the youngest. She’s the one who would play games with me. She was just shy of her fourth year when I had to leave.”

“It sounds like you care for her very much.”

“I do,” he says. He smiles sadly at his hands. “Aceline hated that Pennaedra would spend so much time with me. Oh, but I love her. She’s the sweetest girl. Never cared that the rest of her family hated me.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t see her before we left Aerilon.”

Haroch waves his hand dismissively. “We would have needed to go to Penketh for that, and I’d really rather not have to see my father or Aceline. Besides, I’m not sure Pennaedra would even know me anymore.”

“All the same.”

Haroch looks at Veridis as if seeing him for the first time. The tightness around his eyes softens. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he swallows a couple of times.

“Thank you.”

It isn’t until he clears his throat and turns away that Veridis realizes how close they’ve gotten. He scooches away as subtly as he can.

“What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

Green skirts and freckled shoulders flash through Veridis’s mind. He shakes his head with a frown.

“No. Or… yes? Not exactly.”

Haroch’s breath comes out in an amused huff. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“My father was married once before he knew my mother. They had a daughter together. We met only once, when I was young.”

“I had no idea.”

“Yes, well, I don’t like to dwell in the past. I mean, why don’t you ever talk about your family?”

“I tried to avoid all of them if I was able to. Other than Roldt and Pennaedra, they aren’t good people. Kheidan, in particular, is rather cruel. And I suppose I don’t see the value in sharing stories about people I don’t care for.”

A beat passes as Haroch flings the rest of his apple across the stream.

“What were your parents like?”

The question makes Veridis’s blood run cold. He has to remind himself several times over that he doesn’t need to answer if he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t. If he does, he should lie. The less that Haroch knows about him, the better. If Haroch is oblivious, he’s safe, and there is one less person in this world who could track Veridis.

And yet, there’s a part of him that needs to answer Haroch honestly. Veridis has no doubt that it is the same part of him that wanted Haroch on the team. The same part that has allowed a certain amount of openness. The same part that will undoubtedly get him killed one day.

Veridis tosses the core of his apple into the stream and leans forward so he can let the water run over his hands. When he sits back, he dries his hands against his shirt. He can feel Haroch’s eyes on him. He doesn’t know if the nervous tremble in his fingers is a result of Haroch or his question.

“I never knew my father very well. We were… distant with each other. He never loved my mother the way he loved his first wife, and there were times I wasn’t sure he even remembered that she was there. Oh, but my mother… she was withdrawn from the world much of the time. There were times she didn’t know I was around, and other times she simply didn’t care for my presence. But she loved my father dearly.

“’He likes the summer,’ I can remember her saying. She would go into a frenzy every year after the first snow. Her cheeks would be painted and she would trade her usual dresses for gowns that were bright and vibrant. She was glorious under the influence of winter. Where others always seemed to crumple in the cold, she blossomed.

“It was these times that I loved her most, that I needed her most. These were the times when she would remember me. Her arms would cradle me and her hair would tickle my face and her lips would sing praises for me. But… only in the winter. Only when she was bright, when she wrapped herself in satin gowns colored like the summer.

“Her favorite was a soft orange, more pink than yellow, and I remember it brought out the light that appeared in her eyes during those months. The hope and the warmth and the gentleness. But when the snow stopped falling and the first buds burst, she was gone. The gowns were gone, the paint on her cheeks was gone, the laughter and smiles and embraces were all gone. It was like she would take all the happiness in the world with her when she closed herself off again.

“’He likes the summer,’ she would say, and become the summer for him. But it was an act, like everything she did. When the real summer came, she could not be what she was not. She couldn’t make my father love her the way she deserved.”

For a long while, the only sounds are the burbling steam and the soft susurrate of the breeze through the grass. Veridis clenches his hands into fists to stop the trembling, but it feels now as if his entire body is a taut bowstring. He’s honestly not sure if a response from Haroch would release the tension or add to it. He can’t bring himself to face Haroch; his eyes have started to unfocus from where he’s locked on to a rock on the opposite bank. He can feel his teeth grating as if his jaw has been wired shut.

Haroch lets out a soft breath. The warmth of a hand hovers over Veridis’s shoulder briefly before it is drawn away without ever touching. Then the hand returns- this time on the ground beside Veridis’s hand, just inside his field of vision. There to hold if he wants it, but not forcing interaction.

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak at once,” Haroch murmurs.

Veridis chokes on a quivering laugh. After a few more deep breaths, he is able to look at Haroch. He’s watching Veridis carefully, as if he might startle and flee like a while animal. Veridis can’t say that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind. He swallows to try and rid himself of the lump that has formed in his throat, but nothing happens.

Veridis feels shaky and unstable, like he could be blown away if the breeze were but a breath stronger. Though he left out key identifying details, everything that he’s said is the truth. It has been a long while since he’s thought about his mother at this length.

Usually, the briefest thoughts of home invoke anger or fear, but now… Never in the three years since he left has he considered returning. Never has he imagined his mother, shut in the house with no one to comfort her in the spring time.

Veridis wonders how she survived the first winter that he was gone.

Hot tears prick at his eyes. He blinks rapidly to banish them, startled and confused by their presence. For a second, he believes he might fall over. He places both hands on the ground to either side of him to steady himself and draw in a quivering breath.

“I didn’t mean to say so much,” he finally manages to whisper.

Haroch supplies a gentle smile. “I’m glad you told me.”

He doesn’t say anything more during the time it takes Veridis to compose himself. He doesn’t touch Veridis, either, but Veridis can feel the warmth of Haroch’s hand beside his own.

[alwaysraineh]

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for you, babe, i did actually attempt to count out 13 sentences and was amazed when it actually worked with the section i chose for you!! like, perfectly! so here's some next gen Oslasil for you 😘😘🥰🥰

"Oh, yes. I apologise for the mystery, Yve, it is not my intent to deceive you in any way. I am Munteig, god of justice and equity."

They raise their mottled hands to lift the mask from their face and shake out their hair. As Munteig places the mask aside, Yve can see that their face is similarly dappled, beautiful patches of brown and gold, and their eyes- one white, one black- are lined with luminous paint. They smile kindly.

"How is your throat?"

"My…?"

"Throat, yes. You were brought to me through circumstances that were, let us say, less than favorable."

The sensation of air vanishing from his lungs washes over Yve as he remembers what had happened before he awoke in that empty space. He touches a trembling hand to his neck and sighs a shuddering breath.

"I died."

[alwaysraineh]

ik I haven't answered your yet but that's because I still don't have anything good written, but like, gimme some of that jUicE for the number 17 and a peachy orange color <3

*deep breath* .... *uncontrollable screaming*

LYNDON DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE BY SPECIFICALLY USING THE WORDS ‘PEACHY ORANGE’??????? I FUCKING LOVE YOU BABE

okay so I don't think this can technically count be it isn't new writing and I'm giving a whole ass section of writing but your color is SPECIFIC and it's PEACHY and I absolutely cannot pass up this opportunity to ENJOY 😘😘💕💕💕💕

Veridis meets Haroch’s golden gaze with bewilderment. “Games?”

“Yes, Veridis, games. Entertainment. Theiq isn’t so far away. It’s still the same Oslasil we both know.”

Veridis is not so sure they do both know the same Oslasil. In fact, he’s quite certain they know very different versions of Oslasil. The thought causes his throat to close. He drops his eyes to the peach in his hands to hide as they start burning. The soft fuzz has begun to rub off of its skin. It looks strangely bright against his brown fingers, almost the same color as the flowing satin gowns that he was raised to cower from. Beautiful, soft, alluring. But both have the same hard, dark center when cut open. Red, like blood leaching into satin.

Veridis reaches for the dagger tucked in his belt and cuts a savage slash into the soft fruit before he can think about what he’s doing. Haroch’s voice is muffled through the deadening daze spreading over him.

“Well?” he prompts, nudging Veridis’s shoulder with his own. “What games do you play down south?”

“I wasn’t raised with other children. Play was frowned upon in my home,” Veridis finds himself saying.

And it isn’t a lie, not exactly. There were no other children around. Those he managed to find in the streets learned to habitually avoid him, just like the mindless followers they all were. His mother wanted nothing to do with the dark-skinned child tugging at her skirts and begging for attention. Even the woman forced to entertain him did not want to romp with the boy whose mouth ran too quickly for his mind. She had better things to attend to. Better people to attend to. Like the colored satin gowns, rustling smooth against pale skin.

Veridis doesn’t hear Haroch’s answer, just wordlessly thrusts a slice of the peach at him. He watches the jagged inside edge tear apart as Haroch bites into it. He’s not sure what he was expecting, but this isn’t it. Haroch’s tongue darts out to catch the juice on his lips, and it feels like a snake has replaced Veridis’s intestines. He looks back to the peach, marred by the chunk carved away from its center. There is no satisfaction in the rough cuts he’s made. He has to remind himself that this is only fruit. Though the center is hard and dark, it is not cold. It is not satin gowns and its skin is not free of blemishes

[alwaysraineh]

TELL ME ABOUT VORHY JENAT! I DEMAND INFO! For the ask game BTW

marie u could ask demand me for info about any one of my characters at any time and i would fall over myself to provide you that information. this is not a drill.

OKAY BUT TEN FACTS ABOUT VORHY JENAT, MY GROUCHY OLD MAN WHOM I LOVE (but took a long time learning to appreciate) (mostly because i took a long time to create him)

1. Vorhy Jenat is a dwarf, and the shortest member of the team at 4′7″ tall. He has long hair and a beard, brown that is streaked with red and grey, and he’s also the oldest member of the team at ~50ish (equivalent to human aging, I haven’t actually figured out the aging rate for dwarves lol)

2. He has a wife and two children, both girls, both under 10 (equialent). They braid his hair for him (though he’s actually more skilled than either of them) and he wears a locket with their pictures so they’ll always be close to his heart.

3. Vorhy is retired from the Oslasilian military and has been for approximately 20 years. He survived the war with Steba and was lauded as a war hero along with Purtham Nym, Rolim Hawth, and twenty-three other soldiers who killed the cult leader. He retired three months after their return to Oslasil, reconnected with his wife (then girlfriend), and moved to a city in Rechiudan that was far from any of the borders with Steba.

4. He and Rolim met in Steba; they were both lieutenants and spent three years fighting together. They both met Purtham in a cult-controlled prison near Thaethwidge after they were captured. All three were tortured and bear similar scars to this day, particularly around their eyes- Purtham is missing his left.

5. Most of the men in Vorhy’s company killed themselves when he was captured, believing they were doomed without his leadership. Rolim was taken while leading a rescue attempt, and lost over a hundred soldiers in the process. Vorhy doesn’t ever mention it, but he carries the guilt of those deaths still, nearly twenty years later.

6. He was hired by the Council, along with Seilyn Ohi and Uptiki Gorsa, to travel with Veridis and company on their mission to Limulia and report back to the Council about their movements and progress. Despite agreeing to the job, he never tries to hide his distrust of the Council’s intentions.

7. Self-proclaimed drunkard. Doesn’t actually drink enough to get drunk aside from a few scattered instances of celebration.

8. Purtham is one of his best friends and often allows Vorhy to sit on his shoulders (he’s 7′10″. this is terrifying. Vorhy will not admit that.) and smoke his pipe- aside from this, Vorhy does not smoke.

9. He’s an excellent cook. He learned from his grandfather when he was a child and took the skills with him to war. After returning to Oslasil, he cooks most of the meals in his home and his favorite thing to do is teach his daughters to cook. His biggest concern about taking this job was leaving his wife and girls behind, knowing he wouldn’t see them for months.

10. Terrible person to travel with, especially when sharing a tent. He sleeps spread-eagled and rolls around a lot, as well as snores. Loudly. Also is totally unaware of how dense he is and will suffocate you accidentally in his sleep if you don’t manage to avoid the rolling.

[alwaysraineh]

Number: 8 color: Pink.

Give me some writing u wonderful wordsmith

ABSOLUTELY BABE 😘 except im horrible and can't give single sentences. we know this. i've accepted it at this point. I LOVE YOU

“I don’t understand.”

Haroch lets out a chuckle and gently knocks their feet together. “You don’t understand because you don’t know better.”

“Are you calling me stupid?”

“I’m calling you uneducated.”

“You seem to forget I was raised in Eiteasall.”

Haroch stirs, turning his face and squinting at Veridis through the dark. A frown settles onto his face. “I thought you came from Peathe.”

[alwaysraineh]

racheeeeel! my dear! I neeeed to hear more about your WIPs so this Work-In-Progress Guessing Game is just the right thing 😎 sooooo, I'm just going to choose super random words: said, thought and hoped! hope you're doing well and staying saafe ☀️

OKAY SO i’m sorry i kept you waiting i love you thank you for being patient with me and also putting up with my bullshit cause i can’t pick a single WIP so i did.... three. three of my original fiction wips and also its paragraphs not sentences sooooooooo???? I’M NOT SORRY

(yes i am)

(only a little)

ENJOY

Said:

“Wes, you can’t just say that time doesn’t exist.”

“But I didn’t. I said it isn’t real.”

“He did say it wasn’t real,” Morgan mumbles, now attempting to paint an alien face.

Dwight closes his book with a sigh. “I don’t know why I hang out with you two.”

Thought:

Whenever people asked, Jack would tell them, “I never really knew my mother. I don’t think I could remember her if I tried.”

Sometimes, they assumed she was taken. Other times, that she died. Most often, the conclusion was that she simply left. Jack never had the heart to tell the truth- he didn’t know. His father never spoke of her, not even in passing, not even to his siblings. Jack thought his father would have told him if anything horrible had happened, or that his siblings would have eventually said something if she’d walked out on them. But no one in the family ever mentioned Jack’s mother, and Jack never asked.

Hoped:

“I might not be in the Guard anymore, but I still have contacts. There isn’t definite proof yet, but High Councilor Ikaylan is doing his best to find those responsible without alerting the public. I mean, can you imagine the riots in Eiteasall if they realized the king was poisoned?”

A wave of anxiety crashes over Veridis when Seilyn mentions the High Councilor. He can only hope his hands aren’t shaking; it’s difficult to keep his voice from trembling when he speaks again.

[alwaysraineh]

🌹 this was my obnoxious way of saying give me a whole ass wip please ily so much give me the good good I wanna read your stuff please please please please please 🥺 Ily I miss reading your stuff I haven’t interacted with u at all in eight billion years 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

BRUH tumblr just now sent me the rest of these roses (or... i assume it did. there's no way to know for sure)

AND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU (and my dumb idiot brain is super hung up on oslasil rn) HERE IS ANOTHER BIG LONG SNIPPET OF MY ORIGINAL FICTION

✨✨enjoy✨✨

For a long while, the only sounds are the burbling steam and the soft susurrate of the breeze through the grass. Veridis clenches his hands into fists to stop the trembling, but it feels now as if his entire body is a taut bowstring. He’s honestly not sure if a response from Haroch would release the tension or add to it. He can’t bring himself to face Haroch; his eyes have started to unfocus from where he’s locked on to a rock on the opposite bank. He can feel his teeth grating as if his jaw has been wired shut.

Haroch lets out a soft breath. The warmth of a hand hovers over Veridis’s shoulder briefly before it is drawn away without ever making contact. Then the hand returns- this time on the ground beside Veridis’s hand, just inside his field of vision. There to hold if he wants it, but not forcing interaction.

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak at once,” Haroch murmurs.

Veridis chokes on a quivering laugh. After a few more deep breaths, he is able to look at Haroch. He’s watching Veridis carefully, as if he might startle and flee like a wild animal. Veridis can’t say that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind. He swallows to try and rid himself of the lump that has formed in his throat, but nothing happens.

Veridis feels shaky and unstable, like he could be blown away if the breeze were but a breath stronger. Though he left out key identifying details, everything that he’s said is the truth. It has been a long while since he’s thought about his mother at this length.

Usually, the briefest thoughts of home invoke anger or fear, but now… Never in the three years since he left has he considered returning. Never has he imagined his mother, shut in the house with no one to comfort her in the springtime.

Veridis wonders how she survived the first winter that he was gone.

Hot tears prick at his eyes. He blinks rapidly to banish them, startled and confused by their presence. For a second, he believes he might fall over. He places both hands on the ground to either side of him to steady himself and draws in a quivering breath.

“I didn’t mean to say so much,” he finally manages to whisper.

Haroch supplies a gentle smile. “I’m glad you told me.”

He doesn’t say anything more during the time it takes Veridis to compose himself. He doesn’t touch Veridis, either, but Veridis can feel the warmth of Haroch’s hand beside his own.

[alwaysraineh]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST JARED

I HAD TO COUNT THIS SIX TIMES JUST TO MAKE SURE IT WAS THIRTEEN ROSES AND I’M STILL NOT CONVINCED I HAVE THE NUMBER RIGHT

BUT FINE. HAVE AN ENTIRE PARAGRAPH GODDAMN

jk i love you and i enjoy the opportunity to share a whole chunk of writing and JUST FOR YOU i have chosen original fiction instead of fan fiction because honestly i think it might be the only thing i haven’t sent you in the past couple months and while i can’t be sure you actually had the time to read everything i also choose to believe you did and want to surprise you with something new SO i can’t just pick a few sentences from a few fics and i shall instead give you this gift of my own original writing (that i don’t think i have yet shared but honestly idk)

Veridis’s eyes snap open to the dark interior of the tent. He can feel the cold sweat drying on his skin as he slowly regains the presence of mind to tell himself to breathe. Hushed voices outside cause his heart to stutter before he realizes that it’s just the commander and Seilyn. He struggles to sit up, muscles not wanting to obey even as he runs a hand across his own throat, and succeeds only to find Purtham watching him intently.

“Bad dream,” Purtham says, not bothering to ask if he’s right. He scrubs a massive hand against the stubble on his chin. “Tell me, elf-child, what monster waits in your dreams?”

“Cherry blossoms,” Veridis croaks out before he can think about responding. His voice scratches and nearly catches in his throat. He refuses to believe it is from the irrational fear of the dream.

Purtham considers him and shrugs. “Won’t pretend I understand, but everyone’s got somethin’ to be scared of.”

“I wasn’t afraid,” Veridis protests, and though this time his voice is firm and does not shake, he cannot forget the awful shiver in his spine that came the moment the blossoms began speaking.

[alwaysraineh]

@catladymarie​ this.....

..... this goes on for a while.

i honestly don’t know how long because i’m 100% sure tumblr ate about half of them. so. CONGRATS YOU GET A BIG PARAGRAPH :D (partially bc i have no self control and i didn’t bother counting sentences) for you i have also chosen original fiction rather than a fic wip BECAUSE honestly i just really want to share this excerpt and i think u will find it interesting even tho i supply absolutely zero context

Veridis’s hands shove roughly against the white of Haroch’s shirt. Haroch catches a wrist, but only for a moment; Veridis slips out of his grasp like water, like snow melting under warm skin.

Haroch remains close, but dares not to touch him again. His golden eyes follow Veridis as he paces frantically between the trees.

“I am- I am not broken!” He bellows, and his voice is already raw and undone.

“I never said you were broken, Ver.”

Veridis fumes a moment longer, then screams in place of a response. His hands are trembling and he hates himself for it, hates himself for losing control like this, but when he tries to bring himself in check, the tremor spreads throughout his body.

“Why don’t you sit for a moment? We can talk about this, we can-”

“I don’t need to be pitied,” Veridis snarls, rounding on Haroch with fire rising in his eyes. “I just-”

When his breath hitches and cuts him off, Veridis determinedly bites back another scream and a half-sob of frustration. He balls his fingers into fists and holds them rigidly at his sides, trying and failing to quell the flood of emotions that are drowning him. He’s panicking, he knows, but he can’t stop.

“You need to breathe,” Haroch offers. He’s taken a seat on a nearby log, resting his elbows on his knees and waiting for Veridis to stop long enough to hear him speak. “I know Hawth meant a lot to you.”

Veridis swallows hard. He bites his tongue to keep himself in check and looks away from Haroch so he doesn’t have to see that infuriating concern on his face.

“I know it’s not easy to continue without him. You feel alone now that he’s gone. You’re scared. He was like a father to you.”

“I have no father,” Veridis growls.

There’s no real heat behind it this time. The anger is fading into something colder, more tangible and terror-inducing. Haroch’s presence should help, but it just makes Veridis’s pulse thrum faster.

“Hawth’s blood is not on your hands, Veridis.”

And Haroch has no idea how right he is, but Veridis will never be able to tell him. One more secret shouldn’t feel like this. Shouldn’t feel like a weight on his chest, smoke in his lungs, choking him, accusing him. For the first time in his life,he wants to be free of all his lies. He doesn’t want the truth, not really, but if he has to keep all this fear locked away forever, it’s going to eat him from the inside out.

[alwaysraineh]

hey ho, i would have an OC-ask! Do any of them have siblings? What are their relationships like with them if they do? :)

oh goodness Jo I’m a little bit in love with you right now thank you so much for this ask!!!!

Truth be told, at least half my OCs have siblings, and I think it’s because I myself have a large family??? Anyhow instead of rambling about all of them, I’m gonna just choose a few and then I’ll put the rambling about those few under the cut!!! (In retrospect, this got real long, so… oops! Sorry to make you read so much, but I had an absolute blast with this!!! Thank you

Yve & Aury - Luke & Lissa - Jaq & Keelan - Dwight & Gemma

Yve & Aury

So these two are actually some of my most recent OCs!! (literally… less than a week old) They’re characters in a universe that I created for a trilogy I’m writing (except they’re in the sequel, not the trilogy) and they’re satyr twins! @catladymarie is hugely influential in their very existence, tbh

Yve and Aury are inseparable. They’re constantly squabbling with each other, so an absolute stranger may think they don’t get along, but if you spend more than five minutes with them, you’ll get the feeling that they have a special bond. And they do!! It’s the whole twin telepathy thing, except not quite. While both Yve and Aury studied magic, only Aury came into hers. She can send telepathic messages to Yve and he’ll hear them, but he can’t actively send messages to her the same way. It’s eternally frustrating for Yve that Aury has magic and he doesn’t, because he feels like it’s his responsibility to protect her (older twin complex?? probably) and he can’t without magic. They’re very close and would kill for each other, but they’re quintessential siblings in that they regularly give hollow threats of killing the other.

Luke & Lissa

The Smiths! They hold a very special place in my heart. Luke and Lissa (Lis in particular) are some of my oldest OCs! Like. They’re literally going on twelve years at this point. I made them for an rp that somehow became the premise of a novel??? anyway @stardustscully was huge in their development bc she brought in the best friends and love interests Finn & Pippa!! (still in love with those two, absolutely endlessly)

So! Luke and Lissa aren’t actually blood related; Lissa is a little under a year younger than Luke and was adopted by the Smith family when she was fourteen, after spending nearly ten years in foster care. So Luke is really used to being an only child, but he takes to being a big brother quite quickly. Luke plays basketball and Lissa runs track, so they’re both quite active and often their bonding time involves working out (yuck). They don’t fight much, as Lissa has some pretty serious PTSD and such, but on the occasions that they disagree, they just refuse to be in the same room as each other for a few days. Lissa’s favorite way to insult Luke is to imply that there’s nothing more to him than the dumb jock stereotype (there isn’t) to which Luke snarks back that Lissa is little more than a gremlin (she’s very short). Aside from sports, they have very little in common, but they love each other and always team up to prank their parents and throw overly extravagant parties for their friends.

Jaq & Keelan

Disclaimer: Jaq and Kee aren’t actually siblings, they’re cousins. (But they were raised together by Kee’s mom so it counts. Hush.) I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to actually writing the story they were made for, but it is a fun one! @spacegaylra contributed to this story at the start of it by helping me plan, and made Jaq’s counterpart/best friend/love interest, August! (sweet summer child, my baby)

SO! Jaq and Kee are fey belonging to the Winter Court. Jaq is an only child, technically, but his parents are recusants (similar to apostates, if you follow dragon age lore) and were killed in a rebellion when he was a baby, so he was raised by his mother’s sister; Keelan’s mom. You really wouldn’t guess that they’re cousins, though, because physically they look very similar. Kee is older by the equivalent of about two human years, and she’s got a bit of an explosive personality. She loves pranks and getting into mischief and she has a tendency to drag Jaq along and then blame him if they get caught. By comparison, Jaq really hates being the center of attention and tries to blend into the background as much as possible. As much as he likes to deny any affection for Keelan, Jaq really does love her dearly, and he doesn’t realize quite how much until he’s separated from her (and meets August!) and has to live without her for the first time ever. He can’t ever let Kee know that, though, so when they’re reunited he immediately insults her new haircut.

Dwight & Gemma

Ah, Dwight. How I despise you and yet adore you. Dwight and Gem are twins in a story I’ve taken to calling Vanilla Pines (also Paranormal Kids) and consult @tennisxiu pretty much every time I work on it. It’s probably annoying. But in my defense, she approved an absolutely cursed character design (and name!!) for Dwight (he’s naturally ginger but this is set in the late 90s and he has frosted tips so his buddies call him White and during the summer he wears a bucket hat)(he’s cursed.)

Dwight and Gemma are also twins, but they’re probably the least affectionate set of siblings in this whole post. They love each other, of course, but they would both rather die than admit that. They were pretty much glued at the hip when they were kids, but around age 8, Dwight makes friends with a girl named Morgan at school. Through Morgan, he meets Wesley and Milo, and the four of them become really good friends; Gemma is excluded, and this is when she and Dwight start to grow apart. The four of them get involved in some supernatural/paranormal shit and endure an extremely traumatic experience shortly after Morgan’s tenth birthday, and for the next 6/7 years Dwight basically pretends it didn’t happen and tries to be closer with Gemma again. But, I mean. Teenagers. Gemma’s the one who pulls away from Dwight the next time, as they have completely different interests and is disgusted by her teenage brother (because, duh. i had teenage brothers. they’re nasty). Ultimately, Dwight is closer to Morgan than he is Gemma, and while Gemma has an image to maintain, that does actually hurt her. (Morgan is nice, but Gemma is Dwight’s twin, yknow?) Gemma gets increasingly more angry about that fact the more and more deep into this supernatural crap Dwight gets, since he refuses to tell her what’s actually happening. When he does come clean about it, Gemma doesn’t believe him and they have a big blowout fight. After that, they have a pretty rocky relationship until their mid-twenties or so. At that point, it’s been years since everything went down and Dwight sticks by his story (unlike the first time this all happened, when he was a kid), and Gemma is more willing to believe him. They’ll never be close, per se, but they get to the point that they’re talking regularly again and will visit each other outside of holidays.

[alwaysraineh]

hey Rachel!! 10, 11, 28, and 40 for the oc game but in relation to Veridis and Haroch from your one wip Oslasil? hope you've been doing well!! :))

cam you are my lord and savior and i can never express how deeply i adore you thank you so so so much for this ask!!! i hope you’re doing well also!!!

send me a number and an oc!!!

10. What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?

ahh thats kinda hard bc neither of them actually live anywhere permanent for the majority of the series lol but they do end up in the palace for a while and haroch is really fond of the library. he can’t read, but he likes the quiet and the smell of the books and the idea that so much knowledge is stored in one place. veridis, on the other hand, hates being inside but hates the city more, so he spends a lot of time on the various balconies until he discovers how peaceful the palace garden is. his favorite spot to sit is this little nook hidden behind a few of the larger shrubs beside a fountain.

11. Do they believe in luck?

veridis believes in bad luck for sure! but he doesn’t think there’s such thing as ‘good’ luck, or that it would come to him if it were real. he definitely thinks bad luck clings to his very being though. 

haroch is more optimistic!! he doesn’t believe in luck, per se, but he believes in the gods and thinks that they either influence things (good luck) or allow them to happen (back luck). in a way, he’s more right than veridis!! but neither of them know that.

28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

veridis wants some god damn peace and quiet. he’s an old soul.

lol no but he does wish he could escape his past. he doesn’t want to live a life dictated by his ‘birthright’ or his family name so i think he’d wish for a chance to start his life fresh with no expectations

haroch wishes that veridis would generate some serotonin already!!!!! he just wants his best friend to be happy!!!!!!! also he wants to see his uncle more often and get his littlest sister away from their toxic family because she deserves better than the life of a pig farmer’s daughter

40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh okay so veridis predominantly wears green and brown, clothes that are easy to move in and light enough to travel with, and he carries a dagger with a green hilt. he’s got brown skin and olive green eyes, and his hair is brown and curly. he typically keeps it down to cover his ears (pointy!! half-elf, bb!) or pulled into a ponytail bc it’s right around shoulder-length, and he has the delicate bone structure of snow elves. also the bags under his eyes are a constant presence bc boy does not know how to regulate his sleep schedule. very lean overall and kind of wiry and angular. sharp elbows. not exactly prime for cuddling but that’s fine bc he does not know how to cuddle. he’s worse at that than sleeping. ALSO has a slightly crooked smile?? its very cute. he never learned how to smile big so he has a really shy smile that starts quirky at the corner of his mouth and stays that way 

haroch tends to wear a loose white shirt with a black vest and always carries a leather satchel with the few things he owns in it. he has messy black hair and golden hazel eyes, plus freckles across his cheeks and  h e l l a  freckles on the back of his neck and his shoulders. boy was raised on a farm, he’s got that perpetual tan from working outside. v strong but you can’t quite tell by looking at him??? back muscles, tho. boy can throw a haybale and lift a pig. he’s got thick eyebrows and lashes, plus high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. human af. cannot control the puppy-dog eyes when he sees veridis

[alwaysraineh]

❤️💛💝💖

ahaha marie ilysm so thanks in advance for forgiving me on how long this took (i procrastinated bc i was watching some trash reality tv and it was way too entertaining to stop lol)

THAT SAID

I ADORE YOU AND I’M SO HAPPY YOU ASKED ME THESE AND I’M SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THEM (but under the cut bc i’m indecisive and you enabled me so i’m doing two different wips for each question but also ur the best for letting me do this)

❤️: what’s the working title?

okay so the working titles have v different energies to me lol one is Oslasil and the other is Vanilla Pines/Paranormal Kids

💛: what is the title based on?

Oslasil is the name of the empire that the main characters are from in the trilogy!!! and i honestly have absolutely no idea what it’ll develop into bc its sort of about Oslasil but its mostly about Veridis and the royal family and politics and then i GAVE IT A SEQUEL LIKE A MADMAN and the sequel is even more convoluted and DOESNT EVEN TAKE PLACE IN OSLASIL but yeah it’s the empire lol

Vanilla Pines was my original working title bc i was listening to the song Vanilla Pines by Tow’rs while plotting and the aesthetic was just too good to pass up y’know??? bc this whole story is based on an extremely vivid and disturbing dream i once had (literally when i woke up i could feel my teeth and i thought there was blood on my hands and it was TERRIFYING) and the whole dream was like misty and foggy and dark and in all these natural areas and the trees were just so spooky!! and ponderosa pines smell like vanilla and grow in northern california where i’ve set the story so its just real good for the aesthetic!! the alternate title, Paranormal Kids, comes from bouncing ideas off @tennisxiu and her genius brain latching onto the phrase paranormal kids bc the mcs are ~16-18 yrs old and they get mixed up in some ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT that is entirely paranormal. and like. it just fits the plot really well whereas Vanilla Pines fits the aesthetic and i really enjoy hearing them together tbh

💖: are you planning on publishing it? if so, how?

hhhhhhhhh i would die if either of these got published but yes!!! i think both will end up as self-published books bc i have no clue how to work with agencies and i’m also real terrible at writing/editing on deadlines so i’m not sure i could handle the rigidity of set dates??? but i’d be ecstatic if either got picked up by an agency, esp Oslasil bc it’s a trilogy with a sequel series

💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary

oof okay this one is hard bc i tend to fall in love with my own characters which is BAD bc i play favorites!!!!! that said, i don’t think its even my main boys in Oslasil that have my favorite arcs??? in the og trilogy i honestly think Purtham has my favorite arc. like. he’s got a history and has lived his life already by the time the trilogy takes place, and he’s complex and has a life and a story to tell even after the trilogy is over!! also for the sequel trilogy i should say Eidel bc he’s one of the main two and i adore him but hear me out: Yve. he’s the older in a set of twins that study magic but while his sister Aury develops magical abilities, Yve doesn’t. and its really hard for him bc he thinks its gonna take his sister away from him and he won’t be able to protect her but even as much as he adores Aury he hates himself bc he feels ‘less than’. what he doesn’t know is that the whole twin telepathy thing they have is actually his own magic!! Yve is a Wanderer, a very rare type of magic user that can teleport and telepathy is a sort of astral projection for them. so. Yve. y’know?? he’s got a whole thing going for him that involves self acceptance and complicated feelings and all

NOW FOR VANILLA PINES/PARANORMAL KIDS

right off the bat (holy shit hang on just realized i was supposed to give a brief summary and i don’t think i really actually did that??? whatever its my post i do what i want lol) RIGHT OFF THE BAT i think of Wesley bc he’s my mc and he’s.... oof. i love him so much. Wes was raised fairly isolated- his parents are v rich and snobby- and went to private schools, and after an incident when he and friends are 10ish and one of them DIES (is murdered by a nasty supernatural entity) his parents send him to a boarding school. now, Wes has had ‘imaginary’ friends his entire life and he feels guilty after Milo bc his invisible hands, as he calls them, are the same energy as the thing that kills Milo. but when he’s 16/17ish Wes says FUCK IT and refuses to go back to the boarding school and insists to go to public school where he reunites with Morgan and Dwight and then the three of them get involved with the fucked shit in the woods again and at one point Wes is posessed/in a trance and he paints an entire wall of his bedroom to look like the forest in his dreams without knowing he did it. also this is set in the 90s and Wes isn’t sure he believes the millennium is gonna happen

(i also like the background arc of Olive Stringfield, Milo’s big sister. she’s a v interesting character)

[alwaysraineh]

hey ho! OC asks (3) How did you choose their name? aaaaand (14) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

ty!! i have so much fun with these, no joke

3. How did you choose their name?

Honestly i’m probably The Most Boring Person to ask this bc i tend to just poke around on baby name websites and ask my friends and then just go with something i like the sound of?? i’d love for there to be a more fun process but generally there’s no deeper meaning or fun process

EXCEPT FOR EIDEL AND HIS MOM bc i was having a lot of trouble with them but i was listening to edelweiss and i really liked the sound of ‘edel’ (which, turns out, means noble!) but this is for a Fantasy Novel so i added a letter and called it good. but i was also stuck on who his mom should be and she’s (spoilers) but i had no name so @catladymarie said motor oil and then i scrambled those letters and switched an o with an a and subtracted a few and now her name is Ramoli

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

Hhhmmmmmmmm i think with Wesley the glaringly obvious one is that he’s got that good good trauma from getting involved with supernatural shit and watching a friend die when he was a kid but the important bit isn’t the trauma, it’s that he’s linked to the creature that did it but he doesn’t know about that link. Also that he’s very much a smartass but only when he’s trying to hide something. Wes is a fun character!! I like him a lot and so does Dwight :)

[alwaysraineh]

13 green plz

ABSOLUTELY MY LOVE

HERE HAVE A WHOLE ASS CONVERSATION

“The servants said you disappeared right after the Assembly let out. I was worried when I heard no one had seen you in hours. Where did you go?"

“A balcony,” Veridis says after a long moment of silence. He shouldn’t have to weigh his options when it comes to telling Haroch things, but the habit of guarding his secrets is deeply ingrained. “I needed time to breathe fresh air. This place is stifling.”

Veridis can feel Haroch’s smile as he presses his face into Veridis's curly hair. He rubs a hand along Haroch's arm as an absent acknowledgement while Haroch responds. “I know how you feel. Palace walls are confining when you’re accustomed to open prairies.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to believe I was meant to be raised here. I don’t know how the children will tolerate it.”

“This is the life they were born for. They have royal blood in their veins and an ancient garden to play in. They won’t remember a time before a cushioned palace life.”

Veridis sighs and curls against Haroch’s chest, eyes far away. “I miss the forest.”

[alwaysraineh]

24 and Orange!! Can't wait to see it! :D

tysm!!!! enjoy! 🥰🥰

The woman has the good sense and decency to close the door and bolt it behind them. Veridis draws the musty curtains closed over the window until only a sliver of light spills through. Only now does he resign himself to facing the woman.

She is six years older than last he saw her, ten years since their single encounter. Even at thirty years, her beauty is striking. Her dark curls are pinned high off her neck, a few let loose to frame her radiant face. Sharp green eyes are framed by long lashes and arched brows. She has a strong jaw that does not detract from her gentle poise, but merely gives one the inclination that she is not a woman to be trifled with. Her dress is dark blue, laced up the back and ruffled to expose lightly freckled shoulders.

Veridis is reminded that he does not bear his mother’s coloring.

[alwaysraineh]

Tagged by @tributeofasgard! Tysm this was so much fun!!! 🥰

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

Name: Rachel

Gender: Currently up for debate lol previously I would have said woman but now I think the most accurate descriptor is woman-adjacent???? Idk man I’m still very comfortable with she/her pronouns but I’m trying out she/they currently!!

Star sign: Libra

Height:  5’10” (which I think is 177 cm??)

Time: 9:16 as of starting to type this

Birthday: October 6

Favorite bands: The Amazing Devil, Marianas Trench, Queen, P!atD, MCR

Favorite solo artists: Hozier, Harry Styles, Jon Bellion, David Bowie, Elton John

Last movie: honestly I’m not sure. I think it might have been Tarzan??? Tho I am planning on watching something with Kristen Stewart this weekend and just haven’t decided what quite yet

Last show: technically it was Jeopardy but as that doesn’t have a plot to it I’ll also say I recently finished a re-watch of Derry Girls

When did I create this blog: aaahhahah I had to check but it was March(?) 2013. that’s eight years baybeee!!!

What I post: a lot of bullshit, mostly

Last thing I googled: lyrics for Work Song bc I forgot a line while singing to my cat last night

Other blogs: I have one from 3-4 ish years ago that I made for school bc I was studying abroad and we were required to have a travel blog and I discovered I’m bad at travel blogging

Do I get asks?: sometimes!!! mostly from jared and marie and jo tbh

Why I chose my url: uhhhhh y’know at this point I don’t remember all the details of the origin story but I do know it started on foopets when I was 10 or 11 and it became the root of all my urls across all platforms and now its been over a decade and rain is deeply entrenched in my identity

Following: 350 (far more than I thought but also somehow less?)

Followers: 365

Average hours of sleep: ahaha probably like 4 or maybe 5?? insomnia is not my friend

Instruments: once upon a time I played percussion in the high school band and I’ve been taught the basics of piano, but I don’t actually actively play anything

What I'm wearing: pj pants and a really old t-shirt!! the pants are fuzzy and have bears and moose on them and my mom got them for me

Dream job(s): author!!! (or wildlife photographer, sheep herder, bog witch, etc.)(but seriously, author. I want to create something worthy of publishing so so so so so badly)

Dream trip: I want to travel the entire world!!! But rn my top destinations are the cloud forest in Costa Rica, the Scottish highlands, the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, and to return to Peru!!

Favourite food: I suddenly forget everything I’ve ever eaten when asked this question

Nationality: don’t make me say it. please. (American)

Favourite song: My Spotify wrapped would have you believe it’s Like Real People Do by Hozier but it’s ACTUALLY ……… Shrike. by Hozier. because he owns my entire soul.

Last book: Last Night I Sang To The Monster by Benjamin Alire Saenz, and it made me cry multiple times and it hurt my heart but in a really good way and I absolutely recommend it but I also warn that it deals with some extremely heavy themes and is not the best to read if you’re not prepared for it

Top 3 fictional universes: like to live in?? or to write/create content about?? either way I have to say lotr bc, come on, it’s middle earth. also probably any universe that exists within mcelroy podcasts and idk if I’m allowed to say it but my owwnnnnnn universe lol I really enjoy the worldbuilding I’ve done for the setting of Oslasil

I don't have 20 people to tag but I'm gonna tag as many as I can think of!! And even if I don't tag you, feel free to do this and say I did tag you!! I crave interaction!!! 🥺

@catladymarie @scorcherman13 @khprisun @jofngve @thisgayneedscoffee @little-bi-kingtrashmouth @magicdecat @gingernastyy @spacegaylra @great--googlymoogly @aph-wisconsin @resident-of-remnant