Happy Birthday to Oscar

Oscar’s birthday was on March 7th! Some lovely notes have come in for him:

taters169

Happy Birthday to the cutest smol Oz ❤


jayadawnyvonne


enby-phoenix

(meant to send this yesterday) Happy Brithday Oscar! Have cake!


“It’s … it’s my birthday already? You’re sure?” Oscar asked. He’d completely let it slip his mind. Not many things could sneak up on a master of stealth like him, but dates and holidays were a notable exception. He never remembered when Christmas or Easter was coming until they were there, much like his own birthday.

“That’s the truth, Oz,” Dean replied. He had leaned down on his crossed arms on the table, an attempt to be more at Oscar’s level. It didn’t completely work, but he could at least watch a smile grow on the little guy’s tiny face.

Sam already had his silver knife out of its sheath, but he offered it to Oscar instead. “We got it onto our calendar as soon as we knew. No more excuses to forget it!”

Oscar’s cheeks turned slightly pink. “Th-thanks!” He eyed the knife before taking it with reverence. Sam didn’t let that knife go very often, but one exception wouldn’t hurt. While Oscar hesitated with the knife over the miniature cake they’d brought him, he stammered out a defense of his own forgetfulness. “I-it’s not like I ever celebrated my birthday before. I’m usually too busy is all!”

“And miss out on cake?” Dean scoffed, even as Oscar finally cut into the little cake, an experience he’d never had a chance to try before. “We’re makin’ up for lost time, here.”

Oscar huffed, but didn’t let Dean’s teasing ruin his concentration. The first slice was a fourth of the whole cake, transferred onto a makeshift plate of aluminum foil. With it set aside, he offered it up to the full sized human and tried to ignore how small it looked. “W-well. Thanks again, guys. Better help me eat the cake, since you came all this way.”

Sam helped himself to his own more reasonable slice of cake while Dean accepted the small piece with a fingertip. Even then, they both waited for Oscar to have his own piece and try his first bite of birthday cake before having any for themselves.

“Happy birthday, Oscar.”

Excerpt: Visit Number Two

Anyone remember the little AU I made in which Jacob and Oscar met? It’s been quite some time since I wrote out that cute little encounter, but I’ve started some work on a follow up between the pair. For now, the second story doesn’t have an actual title, but that can come later. Enjoy a sneak peek!


Oscar fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other in the wall vent. His gaze fixed on the opening into a motel room that no longer seemed quite the same as it had for years. The furniture hadn’t moved, and the dustbunny forest under the beds hadn’t been vacuumed up. The light from the window hit the carpet with the same muffled intensity as always.

No, the room was different now because a human that knew about him was staying there. It was both terrifying and confusing, and Oscar couldn’t decide which feeling was more prominent.

On one hand, a human knowing about him meant they could capture him. Could corner him and grab him in hands too big to escape. Could hurt him or even kill him without any effort at all. They were powerful, and he was meek and tiny.

On the other hand, a human had caught him. Jacob, a real tower of a human, had snatched Oscar right up. When Oscar thought the kid would keep him or punish him for stealing, Jacob had let him go. After giving him extra food to take with him when he left.

The conversation was awkward and scary, but Oscar couldn’t turn down the offer. With life as hard on him as it could be, he couldn’t afford stubborn pride. Jacob, despite being giant and looming and terrifying, seemed like a genuinely good person.

Somehow, he’d found out that Oscar had never had warm food before.

”You’re kidding me!” Jacob blurts, sending the percussive sound of his voice right through Oscar. “That means you’ve never had … pizza, or chili or … or anything cooked?”

Oscar purses his lips. He’s still suspended in the air, hanging from his climbing thread. Jacob, kneeling by the table, doesn’t seem to mind. “Um. Well. N-no,” Oscar stammers out. “It’s um. It’s hard to … to get anything like that. B-because people wanna watch it real close, or eat it real fast.”

Jacob falls silent for several seconds. Then, he says, more hesitantly this time, “Well, Oscar. I could get you something. If you wanna, uh, come back after dropping off your trail mix. I’ll order some warm food you can have.”

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A crosspost from BAMultiverse:

myimaginedairybeard asked:

It kinda looks as if BC Dean is even MORE afraid of heights than the one in BL. Is this because of the airplane? I mean, we have bad Oscar had dealt with it in the Sad Oscar au (SAVE HIM °^°) speaking of oz, the Sad Oscar au was the first time/au Oz had used his Pyrokinesis knack (you once said that if he had a knack this would be it. And cooling off a burning hot metal seems to fit that title of fire power), so does that mean we’re going to see it soon enough in other aus as well?

@nightmares06

Oh wow, this ask went in a few unexpected directions on its way to the end! 

I’ll leave the Oscar stuff to neon 

Dean in Brothers Consulted is absolutely more afraid of heights and flying than his Lost or canon SPN counterparts. It went from a basic phobia to a full-fledged PTSD. 

He’s coming to terms with hitching a ride on Sherlock’s shoulder, with the help of the scarf for support and to help hide the surroundings, but he’s not good when it comes to getting picked up and lifted without warning. 

Given time, he’ll get through those reactions, but planes. PLANES. He’s never going to be able to ride an airplane without a full-blown panic reaction, hyperventilating and losing sight of if he’s with friends or enemies. 

That plane ride happened when they were kids, they were trapped in a box, the entire world rattled around them for a full 10 hours before disembarking in a place where Dean had never been. Any fear of heights he ever had amped up several levels higher. 

The saddest part is Dean wouldn’t fully realize this until he’s on a plane and it turns on, because it’s triggered by the sounds more than the sights.

@neonwrite

😉

I am so pleased that you noticed that detail! It wasn’t a very obvious moment, but you are correct that Oscar’s pyrokinesis knack activated in the Sad Oscar AU when he was being branded (which is why even he didn’t realize it – he was far too busy being upset and terrified and in pain). Now that we know Sad Oscar AU is actually Brothers Consulted, we might just see how he eventually further develops that ability!  Dean’s gonna be so jealous.

As for other AUs, I’m always looking for opportunities to give him a reason for his knack to appear. Since he was born a wee borrower, it will only show up if he has a true need for it, and a need for the ability to manipulate fire doesn’t come along often. But don’t think we’re above stressing the little guy out with some fire someday!

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Some news for the Unnamed Sad Oscar AU!

Brothers Apart

myimaginedairybeardasked:

Does the unnamed Sad Oscar AU takes place in Brothers Consulted?

Oh gosh. You’re the first person to guess that!

Theunnamed Sad Oscar AUis indeed secretly a part ofBrothers Consulted. At some point during the writing of it, my cowriters couldn’t stand it any longer, and through nudges and some Upset conversations, it was decided that he needed a rescue inBrothers Consulted. So that“The End?” on the last installment was a red herring! It’s not truly the end of the Sad Oscar AU. Everything after that, well, it involves a Plot fromBrothers Consultedthat you will all have to wait and see (luckily it got voted in as the next story, so you’ll get closer to being able to guess the answer).

Of course, with BC and Oscar that means he willhaveto meet the Baker Street crew someday. One…

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Oscar vs. the Rooster

creatorofuniverses:

@enby-phoenix of course I would. The kitchen is filled with little rooster figurines. Oscar… doesn’t like them. At all. (Sawyer finds this hilarious but would never let it show. Oscar grips his hand pretty tightly whenever they encounter one.)

Sawyer belongs to me, Oscar belongs to @neonthebright, the roosters are their own gods.

Still Standing Still

Lucky number 13, another installment of the Sad Oscar AU. Oscar did manage to survive his last misadventure, but what next?

Sad Oscar AU )


Oscar gripped the bars to either side with all the strength his hands could offer. His knuckles were even paler than his usual and his arms shook from the weight of even his small body. They weren’t used to doing so much work to hold him up, even with the parallel rails made just for him.

He didn’t have many options. It was that, or crawl everywhere for the rest of his life.

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