#osmp!schlatt

[sardonic-the-writer]

—the forge

SUMMARY | (Y/n) just came to give Phil his diamond armor. They didn't plan on meeting Father Fragrance today

PAIRING | c!schlatt x reader

WORD COUNT | 2k+

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | n/a

AUTHORS NOTES | We collectively need more osmp content in the world

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Somewhere, in a place that no one has ever heard of, there lies a small town in the heart of a fair, open country. It lays along the glittering sealine where people of all shapes and sizes eventually end up.

Phil had picked a nice place to meet.

It was a small ledge that seemed to invite you to sit on it. A stretch of grass acting as a pillow that overlooked the entire valley, so high up it felt as if your head could graze the clouds if you jumped.

Gusts of wind would tickle your face and rustle the grass. It reminded (Y/n) a lot of their forge a few miles back. Quiet. A place to go and be yourself without fear of any unwanted neighbors or prying eyes. Baren, but filled with so much nature at the same time.

The diamond armor that had bounced against (Y/n)'s hip through their entire walk out there now lay spread out next to them as they sat on the ground in a criss cross position. They were careful not to get any mud or dirt on it, too self concious of exactly how long it had taken to make the set.

Phil had flown out to commission the protective layer not long ago—being one of the only people who knew where they resided. Minus Tommy. (Y/n) still had no idea how he had found them, but were fine with it as long as he didn't go around shouting their adress. Which he hadn't yet; as far as they knew.

The request from Phil had been an interesting one to work on. Diamond armor light enough to fly while wearing, but thick enough to stop any sharp objects from imbedding themself in ones gut. Netherite would have been the preferred materal to protect oneself in, but Phil had learned early on that flying with it on was quite literally impossible. The same would have gone for dimond as well, but thankfully he had gone to (Y/n). Widely regarded as the best blacksmith around. Or the only blacksmith really. Not many takers for the job. A shocker concidering the demand for weapons and other items.

Sometimes it seemed like they could spin magic from their very own hands. Some might have chalked it up to (Y/n)'s iron golem genes/hybrid, others speculating they might be part blaze, (which was definitely wrong concidering that if that was true they wouldn't be able to leave the neather) but (Y/n) knew better.

They simply cared for things more. Stuff got broken all the time on the server. Smashed, shattered, snapped, chipped. You name it, they've probably been asked to repair it. But never once had it been an item of their own. To them, every piece of furniture glassware and clothing had a soul. Individual qualities that held them seperate from any other. Ruining someones hand crafted work felt like ruining someone's legacy to (Y/n). Needless to say they were always very careful with the things they owned. And in turn, the things they made.

Footsteps snapped (Y/n) out of their peaceful trance of looking at the crystal blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. Gathering their things, they stood in preparation to meet with the very man that had organized this entire thing.

"Oh. Hello Techno." (Y/n) was surprised to see not one but two people facing them, the aforementioned bunny hybrid standing aside a slightly shorter man—although everyone seemed shorter in comparison to Technoblade.

He held a basket of carrots in one hand, the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he shifted his weight from foot to foot every so often. Anyone else would have misread his body language as that of someone that had been forced to tag along. But (Y/n) knew better to know that if he didn't want to be here, he wouldn't. Simple as that.

A small wave was offered in their direction as his greeting, lightly glaring at Phil next to him when the green cloaked man rolled his eyes with a snicker.

"You could have just sent me with the carrots instead of showing up if you wanted to mate." Phil snickered. Techno deadpanned in his direction, the pink bunny ears on his head twitching.

"Ehhh it's nicer to give em in person. Needed some more gold while I was out anyways." He grumbled lowly, talking as if (Y/n) wasn't right across from him. They didn't mind though.

Phil let out the signature cackle of his, elbowing Techno as he went to shove his hands in the messenger bag hanging around his neck.

"Here. For the armor." Two handfuls of various minerals were presented to (Y/n) ceremoniously. They spotted a few red and green stones somewhere in there, causing them to shake their head at the expense Phil was spending on them.

"I told you when you asked for it—its free. Concider it me paying you back after so many favors." (Y/n) inhaled. They placed a hand on their hip daring Phil to retort. Unfortunately he had never really been one to back down in these situations.

"Favors? What, like me shooing Tommy off your roof that one time?" A laugh. "That doesn't count mate. Just take them. I know you don't like receiving gifts and all, but you're getting some today anyway whether you like it or not." Phil referred back to the wooden basket of carrots hanging around Technos wrist.

"A thank ya for tha' garden set you made me last month. 'Member you eyeing my carrot patch and thought you might like a few." Techno blew a few strands of long pink hair out of his face as he spoke, quickly butting into the conversation as to clarify why he was there. (Y/n) allowed themself a happy smile at his words, resisting the urge to make grabby hands at the food. It was known far and wide Techno's garden yealded only the best, as well as the fact he didn't share it with just anyone. So this was the ultimate prize.

Exchanges of items and food alike were swapped, chatter flowing along with it as the group of three ignored their aching feet to carry a conversation. It might have gone on untill the sun dipped beyond the horizon and his lady the moon rose with all her glory, if not for a pair of rapidly approaching footsteps, bringing along a sense of chaos with it. (Y/n) felt it before they heard it.

"Okay, who the FUCK is trespassing."

Three sets of eyes turned to connect with a disheviled figure.

Ram horns curled from the sides of his face, the beginnings of them covered with unruly brown tresses. They were a deep cream colored and looked sharp to the touch. Sort of like the rest of him. Sharp to the touch, akin the thorns in a prickle bush. Probably annoying as such too concidering his dramatic entrance.

(Y/n) blinked once as they surveyed his outfit (a collection of rich purples robes with a cross on it), trying to decide whether they should be annoyed or confused. They settled on both.

"Oh heyyy Schlatt." Phils wings stretched out when he drew out the y, nearly knocking Techno over with a "bruh".

"Don't you hey Schlatt me bitch!" The newcomer now known as Schlatt fumed. "What the hell are you doing conducting business on my terf!" His hands gestured all over the place, and (Y/n) had to blink once to make sure they weren't seeing things. It had looked for a second like he had eight arms, a set of inky black pincers protruding from his mouth. But they were gone as soon as they came, dispelling (Y/n)'s interest with them.

Phil held his hands up in a sign of peace at the yelling. He attempted to reason with the angry man who was stomping closer, robes ruffling in the wind. Technos arms flexed at the sight of someone so angry approaching the avian, but relaxed when Schlatt stopped a few feet away from his friend.

"Who's this clown." (Y/n) figured it was safe enough to talk to Techno in a wisper now that the other two people were engaged in a conversation. They didn't take their eyes off of Phil and his companion all the while, not managing to catch the upward quirk of Technos lips when they resorted to calling Schlatt a clown.

"Jschlatt, but he keeps tryna get people to call him Father Fragrance." He whispered back to them. (Y/n) looked at him with an expression like they had just smelled something bad, only getting a shrug in return.

"He can make you smell stuff."

"Gee thanks Tech. Would've had a hard time figuring out that one without you."

Techno wheezed a little bit, eyes scruntching up along with (Y/n)'s own smile.

"—and you!"

A finger was now being pointed harshly into (Y/n)'s chest, a piercing gaze accompanying it. And with plenty malic to spare I should add—which ruined the moment they were having with Techno.

"You of all people have the nerve to sell on Father Frangrences land?" Schlatt cackled and threw his head back while (Y/n) got the feeling they missed the better part of this conversation. "I think not!"

(Y/n) stood for a moment before letting a little giggle slip loose. Something that made the man currently towering over them falter.

"Right. Father Fragrance, referring to himself in the third person while wearing wannabe jesus robes and having a name that sounds like a sneeze." They exhaled our of their nose in a laugh. "I'm very scared right now, oh trust me."

"Are they sassing me—are you sassing me!?" He had first looked to Phil for an answer before gathering himself and leaning closer to (Y/n).

"I don't know. Did the seventies just call and ask for their mutton chops back?"

One of his hands came up to touch his facial hair, the skin surrounding it growing red as his jaw clenched with embarrassment and fury. That didn't last long though as the one sided screamed matched was snipped short.

"It was nice seeing you again, Phil. Techno." (Y/n) pushed past the sputtering Schlatt to gather their things, now full-on ignoring him as they got ready to leave. The closest they got to acknowledging him was nearly breaking character when they caught Techno's eye, swallowing down laugher.

"Adios." They saluted the group like an actor taking their final bow before dissapearing into the treeline. It wasn't untill the noise of their travel had completely gone mute did anyone speak.

"Who the actually fuck was that!" Schlatt growled, throwing his hands up as he resisted the urge to spit poison at the nearby trees.

"That my friend—" Phil laughed as he clapped a hand down on the self proclaimed priest shoulder. "—was you finally meeting your match."

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[n0phis]

fragrance man redraw that the discord voted on >:) original under cut

[keyslox]

fragrance man but he slays <3333

[mossrockpog]

Hope you all are doing well

[the-wyzer]

Fragrance Man Redraw! (Origins Schlatt)

[schlunk]

now we say the prayers

[boo-gutzz]

Put your past sins to rest

[eyedlir]

Late night fragrance man thinking and a little rammie clay fig I made recently ^_^_^_^^_^ i still can’t comprehend how time passes so literally I was shocked to remember how long ago the osmp was

I might color it I might not who knows

[almostdeath]

I am at work, so I dont have the moment to make a long post about it but...me and my boyfriend have been talking for a long time about the OSMP. Especially Fragranceman and Quackity.

It just makes me ecstatic that we have both, Schlatt and Q being autistic. With Quackity masking very well and Schlatt not masking at all.

Quackity at first being rather defensive and cautious because of Schlatts appearance but getting to relax in his presence quite fast as the man just has such a friendly nature. Him showing the duck around the island and the nearest villager village, saying that he has his own little shop, where he sells different oils, scent flasks, strings that are made from his webs etc.

Phantombur....is not a good person in this one. I still enjoy this one fragment from our conversation about them:

When Schlatt is showing Quackity around and Wilbur shows up. Q just seeing how Wilbur tries to "politely" tell Schlatt to leave. And FM just...doenst get the "hints".

And I just imagine that kind of moment to happen

Wilbur: Look...you know how it usually goes, he is a peaceful mob hybrid...while you are....well...*you*. We dont want him to decide that this place is too dangerous for him to stay, right?

FM: *pressing the ears down and starting to fidget with his hands*

Oh...are you scared? I am not venomous! I mean, my dad does have cousins that are like...cave spiders but we didnt inherit the venom! He always jokes that they are toxic....you know...since...toxic is a word used to describe poison and everything but people also...use it to describe other people that say mean things....because those cousins always gossip and spread lies and-

Wilbur: Great story, *Fragranceman* but for now....you should better make sure that your shop wasnt trashed.

So yeah, I would love to take a moment to talk more about all of it! We also acknowledge Quackitys cannibalism (which is...normal for actual ducks) and the fact that Fragranceman prefers vegetables, as they are having a more comfortable texture than meat- and also, Schlatt has good parents in this AU, which is rare for anything that I write-

[pikmininaplane]

OSMP Schlattza.

Crowfather/villain!Phil deciding to torment/corrupt local priest Schlatt, only to discover that oh, fuck, Father Fragrance is a lot more fucked up than he appears– maybe even more than him

Schlatt weaves his web, the predator becomes the prey, maybe they will become partners in crime, maybe Phil will get eaten alive…?

Oh, and insert the ‘Oh, fuck you calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it’ from Fleabag as Schlatt begins to drop all pretenses :)))

[sardonic-the-writer]

Could I request a Shapeshifter Y/N x Fragrance man, wether it's HC or oneshot I do not mind either <3

!!! fragrance !!! man !!!

• The amount of utter fucking mischief you two get up to is unparalleled

• I'm talking Schlatt hiding behind a fucking bush as you pretend to be another member of the server, doing absolutely fucked up shit

• Or even better, you shape shifting into Schlatt as the both of you parade around like nothing was wrong—leaving everyone else to guess who was who

• "Hey (Y/n), I need some coal—"

• "I'm not (Y/n), what the fucks wrong with you Tommy? Gettin me confused with that bitch now? Hah!"

• "My bad Schlatt—"

• "Nah, I'm only joking with you kid. What did you need again?"

• "Oh fuck off (Y/n)!"

• It's all in good fun of course, but sometimes the two of you will go a little too far. In which case Schlatt takes the blame, preffering that over others being mad with you—although he'd never admit that

• "Hey! Dumbass! That wasn't their fault you dickwad, shut the fuck up!"

• Later you'll poke fun at him for it. It's your way of showing that you're grateful for him. Although you really wish he'd stop messing up his relationships with others for your sake

• "Aww looks like someone cares for me!"

• "You need the shut the hell up before I let Wilbur find out you're the one who stole his diamonds."

• "Shutting up now."

• You're both an unstoppable, crazy, and absolutely wild duo on the server that always has each other's backs

• And you wouldn't have it any other way

[apollo-kins]

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[keyslox]

P R A Y

[bimbloop]

Tribute to Origins Smp - A visit at the Pub(e)

Tumblr folk you get this in (hopefully) better quality coz twitter tried to sabotage me twice... WHAT THE HECK, THIS IS MENT TO BE ENJOYED AS A BIG THING skdjfhask

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[demonadelem]

Any Taiwanese here on da blog tonight?

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