#✦ threads ⇀ oliver

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @bruiscdmouth

he's been in a shit mood for days and he knows it. its been seeping out of him in waves, everyone around him telling him that he needed to do something about it. and logically, he knew they were right, he knew that he needed to do something to get out of his head, but it had been years since he had been ghosted like that and maybe his ego was more sensitive than he let on. so today he had decided to lock himself in his apartment, ignore the pings and vibrations signalling that people were trying to get in touch with him and he just wallowed. until a persistent knocking at his door, "i'm coming, fuck." of course - he should have expected, "you know when people don't answer their texts, that usually means they wanna be left alone."

[anthrophobixx]

Whimsical

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[visually-corrupted]

Lola Naymark

[ojacksonscohen]

If you'd have seen us, you'd have hated us. This perfect, happy couple. WILDERNESS (2023)

[morendodifame]

" it's too hot, " oliver whined, flopping into the seat, " my irish temperament was not built for this heat, let me tell you. " he slid his hand down his face, then pushed his hair from his face. ollie rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky, the sun was setting and despite his complaints, he was rather thankful to be anwhere but with his mom right now. he wouldn't waste the opportunity to start fresh.

[the-graves-family]

Ace is sure that what he's feeling goes beyond fear and panic. He's only felt so scared and alone once before, and it's the single worst memory he has. The night that his life turned upside-down.

He doesn't know where he is, and only has the vaguest idea of how he got here. It's dark, and cold, and he's terrified. He'd bid his family a good night, gone to his chambers and then—

Nothing.

His head aches and feels sore, which gives him a hint as to what happened, but he's still so confused. Who has him? And why? For ransom? He hopes his family is safe.

Ace hugs himself and closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the dark glow of magic out of the corner of his eye. He just has to wait. Father and Adrian will come save him.

@lost-soul-in-time

[prettyboybuckley]

Oliver, baby, can you please shut up for like a moment, I haven't had enough time to regain my sanity since the last time you opened your mouth

[lost-soul-in-time]

Hunger. Completely consuming him every moment he’s transformed. There hasn’t been a harvest of wolfsbane yet, leaving him completely to his own instincts. The sensibilities and reservations of a priest and sense of a man replaced entirely by the beasts wants. Wandering miles away from the temple and little village he knew, Ambrose spots his prey. A deer, antlers haloing the overarching moon that drove him here.

In an instant, his maw deep into its ribs, thick tongue lapping at the entrails and swallowing its liver whole. Blonde curly fur stained with entrails, he continues to root around the corpse. Continually stripping flesh from bone with precise flicks of its head, completely unaware of the world outside him and the prey. @waveringfaith

Oliver has memorized the names and faces of every living person that lived on his side of the forest. An apparently rabid wolf roaming the grounds was certainly not what he would’ve expected to be warned about upon one of his guards hurriedly rushing into his office. The day had dragged out uneventfully, and the prospect of something which could bring potential benefit makes him step out to investigate it himself.

The guards are ordered to stay in the castle. They’d be of no use. If the beast were to attack, Oliver had his own creatures who wouldn’t hesitate to do the same.

The smell of a fresh kill makes him slow to a halt, hand clutching the handle of his sword in precaution as he steps slowly, tentatively towards the beast. Even hunched over, Oliver could tell it easily towers over any normal human. It’s obviously incredibly destructive.

Perfect.

[merrick-of-violet]

The woods were his home. The place he grew up, secluded from the public eye at all costs. Oliver liked to believe he knew every corner of these grounds, and yet he’d never admit to the mild surprise and intrigue he found himself feeling at the mention of an alleged Witch having resided deep in that same forest.

He doesn’t make it a habit of leaving the castle without his entourage, but he’s more than capable of protecting himself if an agreement can’t be made and the situation turns hostile. The idea of one of them listening in on his proposition for this aforementioned witch also wasn’t one he wanted to consider occurring.

With the patience of a saint he’d never be, his strides are slow and patient as he saunters through the territory he hadn’t given much of his attention to in the past. As if always on guard yet not ready to strike at any little thing, his gloved hand rests atop the handle of the sword sheathed next to his hip, attentively inspecting the seemingly empty area.

The devil’s come to get what it wants.

Merrick can sense him as soon as he gets close enough.

On a few of her excursions into town, she had heard tales of a wanted man, a villian terrorizing the kingdom and palace. There were even posters hanging throughout the marketplace where she sold her wares in disguise. At times, she... felt something. The telltale prickling at the back of her skull, indicating forces beyond the realm of 'normal' society.

She didn't know if they were related occurances, but Merrick was also intrigued. It had been quite some time since she's met someone else who wasn't merely a mortal being. Other than her familiar, that is.

Speaking of Artemis, he usually insisted on guiding people who have wandered too far into the woods, either back out or to the cottage itself. Merrick doesn't deem it necessary this time. The deep purple fog that had started to roll in gradually begins to lift, and a cottage comes into view up ahead.

Along with the lady of the house, standing at the gated entrance with her arms crossed. She wears a lavender dress with flowing skirts, ringlets of raven hair framing a tan complexion. Emerald green eyes stand out amidst black markings around her eyes, a strip of white drawn across the bridge of her nose.

At her feet is the large black cat with glowing eyes of molten amber, hackles raised as he takes in the visitor.

It's him. The same presence she felt in the village. "Greetings. What do you want?" She calls across the distance to him. Her tone is even and calm... not quite bored, but neutral.

[ollieolzzz]

@ mixsethaddams 🧵🪡 on X but Cattonquick 🤭

drugdealer!Felix| Baby!Oliver | Hinted Dom Oliver

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Felix Catton is a dealer for the filthy rich collage kids and the elite. He has everything they need for them to have a good time.

Felix Catton has everything. The drugs, the money, a powerful last name and Baby.

Nobody has ever seen baby, rumor is that the Felix Catton has a boyfriend.

It wasn’t like Felix kept it a secret. Quite the opposite really, Felix would never tire of showing Ollie off. He just preferred to keep his professional and personal as separate as possible. His customers weren’t worthy of laying eyes on Oliver’s beauty. His cunning eyes and ever sharper tongue, his plush lips, the drawl in his words from his accent. The way he would look at Felix when he was down on his knees telling him how good he’s doing…

No. They weren’t worthy at all.

So Baby was locked away when deals were being done. Felix always kept him out of sight.

[visceralprayers]

he was quite surprised to receive the invite but maybe he shouldn't have been, felix didn't know the whole truth, not exactly, or maybe oliver just didn't think he did. he was sure he wouldn't have received an invite if he did know. maybe it really did seem like they had a dumb argument and oliver left him behind. stupid, really. as if that could ever be the case. he approached the house, trying to ignore the pang of guilt that surfaced with confronting this place again, and instead tried to focus on plastering a polite smile on his face as he stepped inside and came face to face with their butler, " oh, hi. "

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @tkachukmatthew

oliver had very few rules for himself when it came to exes, because his main rule was don't stay friends with them. it never worked, it never left anyone feeling good about the situation and he hated nothing more than having to see them continue life without him. his fatal mistake had been dating his brother's best friend; they had to stay in contact to some extent. it didn't help that their friend group was completely intertwined either, a mix of his friends, his brothers, friendships had formed between the others and now their lives were too intertwined to part for good. already - flying to vegas alone was a bad idea, they had bickered the entire flight over nothing and then... everything had shifted. under the colored lights of the casino, the warmth of the liquor, he realized that he missed them. the rest of the night was a blur when he woke up, slowly and with a groan, his head not feeling quite right. "jesus," he expected to be alone, but there was a warm body next to him. his eyes grew wide with realization and then even wider, shaking their shoulder as he realized they weren't wearing any clothes, "wake up, wake up right now."

[beautifulxboy]

Sinday - Oliver and Elio (Closed starter)

Oliver had been in his new adapted accommodation in the grounds of the villa for only a few blissful nights. Finally being out of the hospital, to eat what pleased him and indulge in a few glasses of wine or spirits at night made him feel like he was living again. The sun was going down, birds sung to him from the nearby trees, cool spring breeze flowed in from the open doors and windows as Oliver sat on his bed with a book in his hand. He knew Elio was coming over, they had agreed on the plan earlier that day. Oliver's parents had cut their sympathy trip short and Alice was out for the night with friends she had made in the town. Finally Oliver would have a chance to be alone with Elio. "Hello you" Oliver spoke before looking up from his book, finishing a line before saving the place with an old train ticket and placing the book down on the side. "I was wondering if you were going to show" Oliver teased as he took in the sight of Elio before him. @wehavefoundthestars

[visually-corrupted]

Lola Naymark

[morendodifame]

oliver was unsure why he bothered to head to the bar, it was always the same, filled with the same people, and he was always hoping felix would notice him, and sometimes he did, but usually when he'd drank too much and wasn't distracted by anybody else demanding his attention. oliver eventually deflated for the evening, and was rady to turn out for the night. one last drink and he was out of there.

" just going for a smoke, " he grunted, sliding out of the booth and heading outside to light up a cigarette, beer still in hand. he sat down on the table of a bench outside and watched as various people drifted in and out of the bar, grunting about the cold as they did. a familiar face soon made their way outside and oliver lifted his head, " you need a light? "

[unladielike]

...So since reblogging asks hasn't really helped in instigating more interactions on my blog (because I guess people don't really enjoy continuing asks into threads anymore?), I'll be posting a brand new starter call! Anyways, you know the drill. Like this post for a starter and if you're a multimuse, please specify a muse. Oh, and alternatively, if there's a verse you specifically want to request from Vivian, do specify that too; otherwise, I will default to using a more modern, slice of life setting.