Oswald Fanart Novels & Stories

I tapped before I could stop myself, and his profile unfolded. On his bio was clearly written omega. He didn’t really have the physique, so I wondered why he flaunted it like it was some badge of honor. I scrolled down his pictures. Something hot and irrational rose in my chest. Who wants pants like this on a shirt like this? And what is that hairstyle? Someone commented on him looking sharp. I flicked my eyes up, wondering if I should get glasses for everyone in the comment box. A more recent one, and Gerard had liked it.

It was black with smudges and smears of red - the blood of the guards, and Fanzen's, too. Sir. Oswic his pale eyes wide as the sound quaked his eardrums. “What is it?” he boomed. Cwena pointed to the door where a Tyronimic was forcing its third head with a horn that looked like a mini lance, into the illuminated alley. Sir. Oswic stood up, ready for battle. He stretched his wand forward. His pale eyes had turn green; as green as a neat, cute and fastidiously graceful field that radiated in the brilliant sun.

Oswald the Stranger turned back to concentrate on the generated visual imagery on hand. What trade? Willy was going to find out soon enough.