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And That Was It.

another osmp fan fic

…Was that it? Floating in a black void of nothingness. Was that it for him? 

Owen Agarci was a powerful man, one whose name stoke fear into the hearts of any demon or half-demon around. A man so evil and vial, people didn't think he really existed, didn't think that any person would be able to do such horrors, that he had to be a ghost story. 

He knew he was a monster, yet there was no burning, there was no fire, no afterlife of any kind. And it left him to wonder,

Was That It?

He let out a soft, scared laugh “this is a- a awful form of punishment. Surely I deserve pain for what I've done?” 

But his voice quickly dulled to nothing, not a single drop of acknowledgement, to the point where, for a moment, Owen wasn't sure he had even spoken at all. There was little more than demons that Owen hated. Sure, the stings and bruises, even occasional scars that his father left him were a painful reminder of when and how he failed, but he was a good man in the end, one who only wanted the best for him.

 And sure, the pain he went through with apo stung deeper than any cut Owen had, he killed him in the end so the pain was paid back. And sure, in his final moments, realizing that, it was his friend who sent him here, who could have saved him if he truly wanted to, but chose not to for whatever reason, hurt. But Scott had always warned him, had always told him that ‘if you keep this up Owen, i will be the one to end you, and neither of us will like it.’ so he knew it would never end any other way. So why didn't he go down swinging? Demons always do one of three things They run, They fight, But in the end,He was the only one who went out begging. 

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The Breakfast Of Champions

another fic for the osmp writing event

Owen had never really been fond of children. An odd thing to say, but it ran true. Especially demon children, those had always had their own, special type of hate.  Sometimes, Owen hated that he had made it out of the maze alive, sometimes, he hated the world around him. Today started as one of those days. His morning started with a stinging in his good eye, only to find it pink and teary, great. Not this again. Things like this greatly annoyed him, not only because it rendered him blind and vulnerable, but also because Owen hated being sick.  Whether he liked it or not, he had to take care of that damned child. Speaking of the child, she always tended to wake Owen up in the mornings, where was she? She wouldn't of just ran off with a stranger, right? Rather quickly, Owen ran down stairs to throw his boots on (thankful he had slept in his day clothes the night before), before rushing out of the door in a hurry. “Good morning papa!” his daughter, Memory's voice called “are you ok? What happened?” Her words nearly gave Owen whiplash, as he halted his run and turned his gaze to meet her. No scratches Dirt under her nails And flowers in her hands. She was fine. Owen sighed in relief “god lord's Memory- i thought you'd gone missing or something- next time, wake me up before you go out, yeah?” Memory turned her eyes to the floor, a wash of scared and sorry filing her face. “Ok, sorry dad. I got you flowers though, the ones you said tio Apo liked! Does that make up for it?” Memory, ever sense Owen had told her who Apo was, what he was like, the things he did and did not enjoy, she had slowly started bringing Owen things that Apo liked.  He doubted she knew how much it pained him,how sorry he had grown, but he never knew how to tell her to stop, tell her what he had done. No matter, that was for another day. A somber smile brushed across Owen's face as he picked up his daughter. “You don't have to make it up kiddo, not anymore. Come on now, why don't we make you some breakfast? Eggs and toast?” She gasped excitedly “oo! That sounds awesome sauce! Can- can I have some chocolate milk too?” Owen walked back into their house, setting his daughter down in the kitchen and taking the flowers from her. “Yes, but wash up first, ok? Don't want you eating dirt with your food.” 

He slid the stepping stool out from under the kitchen sink  with his foot, proceeding to leave his daughter to her own devices for just a moment, to trim the freshly picked flowers and set them in a nice vase. As the sink ran and his daughter washed her hands, Owen cranked the stove to medium heat, grabbing two eggs and scrambling them. (mixing them with pepper, ever since one of the other islanders had roasted him for serving unseasoned eggs) (he would've seasoned them, he had just spent the day building a frickin house-! Damn it cellbit!)  as they were cooking, he threw two slices of bread in the toaster, then calling out to his daughter “want jam? Butter? Salt?” “Oo! Umm, Chyanne mentioned this thing called ‘avocado toast’, do we have those?” Plating the eggs, Owen ran through his knowledge of fruits and vegetables “uhh- not that i know of? In full honesty Mem, i don't know what that is- sorry.” Her smile did not waver at the bad news “that's ok! Butter and jam would be nice then!”

With a nod of acknowledgement,  Owen fetched the toast from the toaster, buttering it, then coating it in a thin gloss of the only acceptable jam flavor, strawberry. He sat the plate in front of her, then went to go make himself his breakfast. Toast and tea. Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but Owen found that he wasn't much of a person for eating in the mornings. Sure, it helped with providing energy to your body, and was overall good for focus, but for whatever reason, it just never worked for him.   “You have a fun time outside?” he asked when he finally sat down.

“Yeah! I found a lot of pretty flowers, talked with dapper, and even got to say hi to his dad! Oh- by the way, Bad wanted me to tell you that he thinks you're doing a really good job!”

Owen smiled into his tea. Knowing that, for once in his life, he was doing something right. 

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day 2 of the osmp writing event

so the second prompt we were given, as 'au" AND FELLAS I GET TO WRITE OWEN BEEING FLUFFY WITH HIS DAUGHTERR AYYYYYYY WE WIN THESEE

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The Pinnacle Of Health

a short outsiders smp one shot

As the doors to the maze closed and people headed off to bed, Owen began to walk towards the meeting spot of the clearing. Sure, he could set up a campfire anywhere, but there was a chance that other members of the clearing could still be out chatting with each other, and in full honesty, Owen missed his friends. Walking up the dirt path, he found the fire pit still burning, but there wasn't a large group of people sat ‘round it like he hoped, instead, there was only Mohwee.  He was wrapped in a light blanket (most likely given to him by Gracie), and pushed up as close to the fire as he could be without burning. Better than no one, Owen supposed. “Evening Mohwee, how are you?” 

He let out a tired sounding grumble before speaking “I'm honestly so tired of everyone, especially Gracie. Not that I have much- no, actually, I take that back, screw her.” “Watch it, yeah? Awfully close to a curse there.” Mohwee finally turned his gaze to meet Owen, a sharp, annoyed look on his face. “Is that all you do? Stare into the maze, and tell people not to say the fuck word?” Owen sighed and sat next to him “every day it gets closer to that, in full honesty. I miss talking to everyone.”

Mohwee let out a soft chuckle “yeah- trust me, i know the feeling.” “Oh yeah.  Gods-  i can only imagine how lonely you were.” 

“Yeah, I don't tend to think about it too much. Makes it harder to get up in the mornings.” 

The conversation fell dead from there, the two of them sitting in the quiet glow of the fire, and the gentle brushes of wind. Mohwee staying close to the fire, and Owen staring up at the stars, wondering what the world outside the maze could be. That was until Mohwee broke the quiet. “Do you ever feel that, Owen? The feeling of just-  what's the point? Why are we here? What does it matter?” “I mean, sometimes, yeah. You kind of just have to push through it, and eventually it gets easier.” “It dose?” “I hope so. Though, I find that the slow building worry of what could happen if someone gets into the maze, and the guilt if they ended up dying, is a very good motivator.” That brought a somber smile to the kids face “geez-  that's why you do it? That can not be healthy.” “Ah yes, because you're the pinnacle of health.” 

“Exactly,” he straightened his shoulders and wore a posh smile “haven't you heard of the scallion diet? Along with constant cardio? It's very good for the body you know, gotta try it some time. 20/10 would recommend.”

“Along with the lack of sleep?”

Mohwee gasped “why, of course! That's the most important part”

The two of them laughed together, continuing to crack more jokes along the lines of both of their health's, Mohwees physical, and Owen's mental. 

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you guys ever find a song that is just so a character and it just wont let you o? ive done that with c!owen. hes so-fnjcnnehefscjnc vred im normal about him

very normal (sings introducing Jonah to the whale)

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filler flower is white tulip

i need a orange/yellow/deep red flower that means "im sorry" are there any?

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i need a orange/yellow/deep red flower that means "im sorry" are there any?

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holly heck chat

i actully posted chapter 1 of tan please everyone, an owen redemption

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tw mentions of depression/ sorta a vent post its my blog i do what i want

so ive been having a rough time, i do alot of creative projects with my girlfriend who i love, but thats left me holding alot of the writing and things. my Christmas was awful, ended with me having a swollen wrist that i couldn't move. (im ok now,still dont know why it happened) and overall i think my depression is just getting a better hold on me. its been a overall bad year and my writing and ask blogs are slow. and i dont really have anything to truly complain about fully so i just put it here as a shit explanation to why everything has been slow.

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ive been in such a writing slump as of late, im thinking i might just start posting the first few chapters of the owen fic to try and get some motivation back. i guess ill ask, anyone wanna beta read? dm me for info ig?

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i do have two unfinished outsiders fan fictions, yes i am still writing about krowfang, and yes T.A.N (main project) is still in the works, but like- i wanna make an Owen fic, that exists inside the world of the agarci name, where he gets therapy, purely because i think Owen 1. needs therapy anyway 2. i think him under Hypnosis/ partaking in hypnotherapy would be really cool too write. of course i would need to do a lot more research about it right? but i wanna write it so bad. just give the an a redemption arch.

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ok no one asked but here is the way i combat writers block: 1. take a long shower, and practice minor self care. i find it gets your head in a clear space for new ideas to flow, it like when you make up arguments in the shower. 2. let yourself write utter garbage, because you can fine-tune it later.

3. get something that smells nice, weather it be a cup of coffee or tea, a candle, some incense, whatever. and if all else fails: READ! one of my old English teachers told me: the best way to learn how to write, is to read. and they could've just said that because they were an English teacher, but at the end of the day who cares! reading helps, at least me.

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i have never needed to write about meat this much

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the hell that raised me sagga pt1

so im writing this c!krowfang fanfic, and its just so weird and cult-y, but of corse it by my own desing, but its still just so weird man.