#osker owens

[kedreeva]

For Wip Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday Rules:

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

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

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

My WIP filenames:

FP Chapter 3

Sentinel CH8

Ladyhawke CH5

Singing CH10

In Sorrow Plot

Snippet from one of them:

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You are hereby invited to join in! Game rules are linked at the top!

I'm specifically tagging a few friends: @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike @obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @sleepymccoy @eriquin @sosobriquet @qprstobin @spacebarrette @andavs @zainclaw @anonymousdandelion @flameraven @fractalgeometry @small-cog

#wip wednesday game #my writing #the final pack #osker owens #rhiley baker

[final-pack-official]

takes a deep breath and lets it out... I have picked names for the main two characters and some of the side ones!

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Osker Owens and Steve Emerson.

Osker was 15 when the end hit, still living with his dad in the Midwest. They'd been on vacation in San Francisco, to see the aquarium and the bridge and the redwoods. They didn't know anyone. They didn't have anything. His dad is a mechanic, John Owens.

Steve was 18 when it hit, and he was on the run with his pack outside Sacramento. With all of the humans hunting down supernatural creatures, they had to flee- they crossed the Rockies to get away, but they lost his mother to hunters. His aunt and uncle were picked off first, and two of his cousins. His sister's mate and child. They finally got far enough away, hid well enough, lost the hunters trailing them (or the hunters lost interest), and started trying to reform the pack. His father, Marcus Emerson, grief struck still after 6 years, returned to seek revenge, and brought the rest of the pack with him.

#the final pack #setup notes #character files

[kedreeva]

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

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

For WIP Wednesday Game

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

#the final pack #asks #wip wednesday game #my writing #osker owens #scarlet emerson #penny emerson

[kedreeva]

WIP Wednesday Game

(original post)

Rules:

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

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

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

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

My file names:

FP Chapter 3

Ladyhawke AU (can't share)

Sentinel CH9

In Sorrow CH2

Singing CH10

My Snippet: (from FP Chapter 3)

“Don’t. It’s not Rhiley.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#the final pack #WIP Wednesday game #my writing #osker owens #steve emerson

[kedreeva]

35 and 38 for ur mystery OCs?

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

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

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

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

38 - What memory do they revisit the most often? 

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

#osker owens #the final pack #my writing #asks #anon asks #ask games #parent death for ts #even though she didn't die #he thinks she's dead!! #also #medical for ts

[kedreeva]

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

oh ho! Making me work on my original!

For WIP Wednesday Game

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

#the final pack #osker owens #Jasper emerson #Rhiley baker #my writing #WIP wednesday game #asks

[kedreeva]

Some "FP Ch2", for WIP Wednesday?

WIP Wednesday | The Final Pack

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

#this is from last week #but the link is to this week's post #wip wednesday game #the final pack #my writing #asks

[kedreeva]

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

I'm closing in!

WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack

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

#WIP Wednesday Game #my writing #asks #the final pack #I'm almost out of asks!

[kedreeva]

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

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

Under a cut since it's a bit longer

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

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

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

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

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

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

#asks #100 task challenge #150 to go #making surprisingly good time actually

[kedreeva]

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

OKAY just for you then.

WIP Wednesday | Make Me Write | The Final Pack

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

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

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

#asks #wip wednesday game #my writing #The Final Pack

[final-pack-official]

Welcome to The Final Pack

The Final Pack is a series of 4(6?) original books I am beginning work on. I will be separating information regarding it here, just to generally keep it in one place and easy to find and sort. We'll see how it goes.

The Final Pack

Six years after the 2012 apocalypse, Osker Owens' best friend gets bitten by a werewolf. The deal Osker strikes to save him leads Osker out into the apocalpyse in the company of wolves, to discover all the wonders that await him outside the protected walls of a human encampment.

A post-apocalypse hopepunk road trip, with lots of supernatural and fantasy creatures roaming the ruined world around a found family, and a hefty dose of magic and mythology on the side.

#The Final Pack #pinned post