#oc: Oliver

[hazza2404]

I haven’t drawn in ages or posted here in ages so have this 🙏

[unfit-and-drunk]

Arvak, absolutely the best horse in Skyrim

[vicciouxs]

OLIVER PATRIDGE for rock of love with JACKSON ROTH!! a bachelor challenge by @rainymoodlet <3

★⠀›⠀introducing OLIVER PATRIDGE a 33y/o retired militar and a current vet ! click below to learn more about him !!

🌾! STORY

From his first little steps, Oliver was always a farm boy. He grew up in Henford-on-Bagley with his grandparents, running barefoot across the grass while surrounded by animals, from the smallest goats to the largest horses. He was never afraid of falling and getting dirty, much less of the animals that more than once gave him what he deserved for being meddlesome, but it was all part of learning. Once he finished his compulsory studies at the small town school, he didn't have many outlets and much less idea what he wanted to do. He only knew that he didn't want to lose his freedom sitting in an office chair in front of a computer. So, taking advantage of his good physical shape, he entered the army as a veterinarian and years later joined the K9 where he met Koda, a German shepherd with whom he quickly became friends. Despite the constant risk to his life, Oliver was happy, until when trying to save one of his mates he suffered a serious accident where he lost his left leg and complete hearing in his right ear. Koda lost an eye in the same accident, so they both retired to Brindleton Bay where they opened their own small veterinary clinic.

🌻! FUN FACTS

☆ › He uses a prosthesis on his leg and a hearing system, so he hates when people talk to him on his right side. ★ › He was engaged to a woman until he realized he was gay, today they are best friends and have a daughter in common. ☆ › Since he grew up in a religious environment, he never accepted his homosexuality until he was twenty-eight years old. ★ › He loves baking for the people he loves, and also he has even learned to make pet friendly desserts. ☆ › Despite his clumsiness he is a great horse and motorbike rider.

🌿! OUTFITS

I took inspo of @wrixie for the editing style 💐

[rileyh20]

Welp

I finally made an intro for y'all, because why the hell not? (I'm bored)

Hi, hello, konnichiwa, all that jazz. My name is Riley, but you can give me any nicknames or anything as long as I am fine with it after you use it! I write fanfiction mostly, but I'll write some stuff that isn't if you wanted me to.

I am going through a gender crisis, but I'm going as gender fluid for now. I'm using he/him as of now/today, I'll change this and other things that say my pronouns when needed

Things to call me: Literally almost ANY pet name, I love pet names :D. You can give me nicknames if you want. If I don't like something you've called me, I will tell you and ask you to please call me something else. There are only THREE things NEVER to call me as they are triggering to me, they are: babe, princess, and bear! But otherwise you can call me anything.

Things I'll write:

Angsty stuff

Fluffy

Crack fic's :3

Any Fandom's I'm in :>

Ships

Whump of almost any kind

Self harm of almost any kind (Specify what kind of kind you want)

Drug over-use, or alcohol intake

Abuse

Child Abuse

Family Abuse

Hinted NSFW, maybe smut depending

I basically have almost no restrictions.

Suicide/Suicidal themes

Any sort of LGBTQ+ themes (Not coming out tho)

Mild SA/Rape themes (Not much tho, beware)

Sometimes x reader if you're lucky, but mostly male reader

Things I wont write:

NSFW on minors, or minor actors

Minor x Adult (Especially explicit)

Fandoms I'm not in

Hurt no comfort (Maybe?)

Pregnant stuff (Idk, just don't even ask-)

Coming out fic's, for now at least (LGBTQ+ coming out)

Fic's where the main plot is about breaking up (I just suck and don't like them)

Fandoms I'm in, and WILL write for:

The Outsiders by se hinton

BBC Merlin

Voltron: Legendary defender

Teen Wolf (Not the movies)

One Piece

ATLA (Not really Korra)

Demon Slayer

TMNT (Mostly 2012 and 2018)

Fandoms I'm in, but probably won't write for:

All Rick Riordan books

Stardew Valley

School Bus Graveyard

I will update this later depending! I'm mostly working on The Outsiders, with slight Voltron tho.

You may introduce me to a fandom, and I may join it!

My Ao3 is Introvert_Extrovert!

Uhh, I don't think I have a DNI list at all. But if you DM me any thing about romance, or kids, or being MARRIED, I will respond but I might block you if it gets out of hand. I'm aromantic, not asexual, but still.

Just, don't DM weird things romantic/sexual stuff, I'm cool with platonic stuff. But just don't if it's anything more. And no, don't ask for a photo of me or my face or anything. I will not show it.

I update this a lot, so maybe check this again before requesting just in case! General tags below.

-💧

[nitrozem]

Crap shack no more, somewhat nice looking house and I got Hector to move in

[gtzel]

Sneak peek at what’s coming this February for The Boy in the Walls webcomic. Be sure to check it out if you haven’t already.

[p0tat0-4rt]

more Teacherbrine & Oliver cause they won a poll in my discord server

[yippeesizedifgohard]

meeting a goose

"Carter?"

"Yeah?" The boy called back. He waited a moment, only for there to not be a response. He exhaled, a little annoyed, but left his room and headed for the kitchen.

"I want you..." His brother paused, seeing him turn the corner. "I want you to meet someone. But you have to promise me some things first." Carter's eyes widened. He wasn't being sent away, was he? He thought about something he'd overheard once, a call between his brother and someone else. "He needs a father and a mother, not a brother." His brother had said.

"Carter, are you paying attention?" Oliver asked. Carter snapped back.

"Yes." He said very quickly, awkwardly taking a seat and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"I need you to promise me that you'll be gentle with my friend." Oliver said, looking right into Carter's eyes. Gentle? Carter thought, I've never hurt anybody?

"I promise." He said, despite not knowing why exactly he needed to be careful yet. He continued to fiddle with his shirt, a little anxious and confused as to what might happen.

"And, I need you to promise not to tell any of your teachers or friends about her, okay? Her name can't leave this house." Oliver kept his hands just so, propped up and weaved together on the table. Carter nodded. He could keep this a secret if it was important. Oliver glanced away for a moment before looking down at his hands and exhaling, clearly trying to steel himself. Carter just kept staring at him. "One other thing-"

"Oh, for pete's sake, Oliver!" A woman's voice called, sounding as though she were far away from the volume, but close up from other cues. Oliver's hands suddenly came up and away and Carter saw his friend- a little old woman, probably no taller than 6 inches and no younger than 50. His jaw fell slightly at the sight of her, and she chuckled lightly upon seeing him, her tail swishing gently behind her. "The boy won't do anything wrong." She turned to look at him. "Hi honey, I'm Miss Goosefoot. I'm your big brother's friend, and I thought it was time to meet you." She looked at him cordially with a kind grin. Carter, however, was still at a loss for words.

"Look, Carter, I didn't want to keep her from you for too long, especially since I knew you'd find out about her at some point, whether that be on your own time or from me-"

"Where do you live, Miss Goosefoot? Is it with us? Can I draw you?" He was suddenly so full of questions to ask her, he felt as though he might burst. The little woman came closer to him, within grabbing range, and laughed. It was now he noticed her pointy, slightly fuzzy ears.

"I do live here, Carter. I live in the walls of your home. And yes, you can draw me. I would be honored to have a portrait done." She said calmly. Carter's hands came up from the hem of his shirt and onto the table, and soon his thoughts shifted from the questions to the thought of wanting to hold her. He probably would've done so without a second thought, if not for his brother's anxious expression from across the table. So, instead, he kept his hands hovering just above the table awkwardly.

"Alright Miss Goosefoot, I think that's enough." Oliver stood up and tried to scoop her up in his palms, but Miss Goosefoot dodged quickly. He exhaled through his nose with slight annoyance. "He's not doing anything wrong." She replied to his awaiting hands, and Oliver crossed his arms against his chest.

"Carter, Miss Goosefoot is a big responsibility. She's important to our household and the community around it. You have to promise to me that you won't do anything reckless to hurt her or scare her off, alright?" Carter's eyes dropped. He wasn't that reckless, was he?

"The boy wouldn't do that." Miss Goosefoot rolled her eyes.

"I won't do anything stupid." Carter said, nodding at Oliver. He brought his hands back down to his shirt and began fiddling with the hem again. Miss Goosefoot's shoulders sagged as she exhaled, before she stood up straight again.

"Why don't you go and grab him some paper and markers, Oliver?" Miss Goosefoot asked, winking at Carter. It was clear she was being clever in some way he didn't understand quite yet. Without a word of complaint, Oliver did as he was asked and soon the room fell quiet. She looked at Carter, "Would you like to hold me?" She asked the boy, and then he knew what the wink had meant. It meant "don't worry, I'm not a kill-joy like your brother" Carter nodded furiously, his hands coming back onto the table. He set them there, unaware of what the normal procedure was.

"Hold me however you want, as long as you're gentle about it." She said, and his nerves were soothed slightly by her voice alone. She wasn't uncomfortable, or frightened, or even nervous. If she wasn't worried, then there was no reason for him to be, right? So he put his hands together and used his fingers to scoop Miss Goosefoot onto his palms. Her weight was minuscule on his hands, and he instantly felt better and more relaxed upon knowing that he would not hurt her.

"You're very nice, Miss." He commented quietly, simply admiring how small and beautiful she was. Her dress had all sorts of interesting textures, as though it had been sewn together with several different fabrics. He couldn't wait to draw it.

"Carter!" Oliver's voice was loud and Carter jumped, quickly pulling his hands away from the table, shoving Miss Goosefoot back into her spot. Oliver advanced, setting the art supplies down and looking at him, a slight anger in his twitching brows. "I told you not to hurt her!"

"I-I wasn't!" Carter said, shoving his hands back into his lap and looking away from both his brother and the tiny woman.

"He wasn't!" Miss Goosefoot said at almost exactly the same time, crossing her arms and looking at Oliver. She glared slightly at him, giving him a sort of 'mom' look. Oliver looked away from her as well, scratching the back of his neck. It was clear they would have a conversation later. "Why don't you keep working on your resume, and Carter will draw me?" She proposed after a moment or two, her smile returning when she looked at Carter. The boy smiled in return, excited to detail her out onto the paper. Oliver sighed, but nodded. Then, he ruffled Carter's hair like he always used to do.

"Be gentle, Carter." He paused, walking towards his office space. "And show me the drawing when you're done!"

[trixierosewrites]

Six Some Sentence Saturday

Bacchus laughed, running his thumb down Oliver’s throat. “Oh, my sweet,” he said, voice low, “Everything is better when you’re drunk.”

“I suppose,” Oliver said, breathy. He was acutely aware of the pad of Bacchus’ thumb resting on his pulse point, warm and unmoving.

Bacchus held up his wine glass to Oliver’s mouth, then tipped his head back. He parted his lips obligingly, swallowed. It was something rich and fruity—the type Bacchus liked the most—but it was almost tasteless when all his thoughts were on Bacchus’ dark eyes on him, the serene smile that always graced his face made sultry by his wet lips.

“Now what?” he asked, leaning back into Bacchus’ hand.

“Now? Now, we dance.”

This is my winter project! I don’t necessarily think it’s my best but I AM having fun, so. yippee!!

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[hazza2404]

[gullemoji]

when you have nothing to do during the day after the accident (tm) so you come hang out with your recently found dad to play chess and eat pasta

[chewbokachoi]

🌹🫶🏻

"Hey, don't drink the whole thing–your lunch is down river already," Erron hissed, snatching the hip flask from him.

WIP Line is from a chapter in Oliver's story shortly after he half-accidentally rescues Erron from Shang Tsung's island

[planefood]

New guy :) They were originally from the adopt set but I decided to keep him. She’s totally non verbal and speaks using BSL or *NZSL or just typing on his papers and handing them to people. Unlike Newton they use facial expressions way less cause they can’t print papers like he can and just has a handful of simple expressions they sort through when they feel like it. Usually it’s just written word.  *With Oliver being a robot there’s some signs she wouldn’t be able to replicate esp in NZSL that focuses more on facial movements, there's some signs that are adjusted for use by robots with larger languages like ASL but they’d try their best to replicate human sign the best they could. 

[nitrozem]

You know, one day I'll resist the urge to just fish up 100 violins for rags2riches lol

[gtzel]

I made a borrower nest. I imagine borrowers have very cluttered messy houses. At least, this is what Oliver’s house looks like. Since he had to reuse an already abandoned nest to build his home. He isn’t very organized and just dumps his borrowings everywhere.

[p0tat0-4rt]

(smash bros narrator voice) CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER

(coughs) I drew more Lesson One character inserts (singles under the cut)