#ollie 001

[heathtalbot]

with: @ollieinoue location: the library when: sept 21st, midday

It was purely by chance that he stumbled across Ollie in the library. That's how things tended to go for him, though, always working out in a strangely lucky way without any forethought being put into it on Heath's part. He spotted the other's curly head of hair, it pinged a sudden reminder that he'd been meaning to talk to him, and he easily changed course, drifting away from the stacks to instead approach Ollie. "You busy?" he asked, ignoring the very obvious fact that he was busy, and potentially even trying to host a study group or something, a few other students sharing the table that was cluttered with open books, and a few laptops and tablets. Heath invited himself into their circle, pulling out the chair closest to Ollie and thinking nothing of it as he moved the bag that was resting on the seat, dropping it the floor as he sat. He leaned towards the other, elbows braced against his knees. "I need a favor."

[darragh-mcgregor]

CLOSED START FOR: @oliverxkelly LOCATION: outside their homes, manayunk

By virtue of the fact that Darragh was a handy guy, his neighbors rarely hesitated to reach out when they needed something fixed. He liked that on their block, he at least had a good reputation. Being neighborly was something that he found important. Presently, Darragh was stationed outside of his home, the hood of Haley's car raised as he fiddled around, something that was unfortunately commonplace. After the blow-out that they'd had, he preferred to busy himself with the car, even if it was a fool's errand. It felt better than going inside to an empty home while Haley was at work.

It wasn't all that uncommon that on the late afternoons he was working on the car, his neighbor's nephew would linger, asking questions or observing him work. Darragh had known Noah since his parents had brought him home from the hospital, though life was much different for him now. Now it was Noah's uncle that Darragh was certain to send him back to when he was finishing up with the car.

When the door sounded of a house nearby, Darragh assumed that momentarily, he'd be joined by Noah's presence. Only, the figure that lingered was quite a few feet taller, so Darragh lifted himself from the car and grabbed the rag handing from his back pocket to wipe at his hands. "Oh, hey man." Darragh greeted with a cordial smile. "I almost don't know how to play mechanic if Noah's not out here questioning my every move."

[elizabethxmonroe]

Eaiting ffor Ollie at the bar, Ellie texted Jordan to tell their son Jake goodnight and that she'll be there when he wakes up in the morning. Just as she put her phone away, she looked up to see her friend sit down next to her. "No worries, I got here like ten minutes ago so it's all good." She said with a smile, turning to him fully. She liked being able to hang out with her childhood friends that were still her friends into adulthood. "Trust me Ollie, you're good, it's fine. How you been though?"

Location: Bar or something Starter for @elizabethxmonroe

"Sorry I am late," he spoke as he finally arrived and took a seat by his friend. "Was on a call that ended up being longer than I planned," he added with a smile. Oliver was a workaholic and he worked too hard. Pushing himself sometimes too much. It was an habit he develop to distract himself from the hurt he experienced in the past and then he just used work to escape and not focus on anything emotional. Now he had stepped back and had free time, he was finally dealing and facing things.

Ollie hated being late for anything and he felt back. He was hoping his friend was not waiting too long. "I hope I did not keep you waiting too long."

[xminxvs]

status : closed, avery hart. @averyxhart location : avery's place. time & day : 2010 & saturday.

the moon follows him; leaves rustle over the pavement, his boots crunch those that are unlucky to get under his footing, he continues his stride along the path, it'll eventually lead him to where he's going. down this end of the street, headlights cease to flash past his peripheral vision, he shoves his left hand into the depth of his sweatpants' pocket, slowing his walk a bit... he hadn't called ahead to inform her he was coming over, what happens if she's not home ? what if she has someone over ? gross. he'd sit on her front steps and drink until he gets told to move on.

he's been rattled ever since the first secret had been revealed, surely they wouldn't have anything on him... he couldn't take that chance though, he had a nasty skeleton in his closet which he had been ignoring for a better part of year and bit. it's not going to put just him on the playing field but it might bring the syndicate into play, or they'll hang him out to dry alone... maybe they should ? it'll be an end to donovan's problem.

eyes like a car crash, body like whiplash, he's had a hell of a few days in the reckoning of everything, searching for revenant that is making near impossible to find and can't keep their bloody mouth shut. it was all a bit too much, he's getting less than two hours a sleep over these days. and well the path has led him to his sister's front door.

he stood there with his brown paper bag, containing some cheap liquor he got on the way over here. composing himself took longer then it should have, the only tell are the bags under his eyes but he can easily blame that on work. he pulled his hand out of his pocket, brought his hand up to rap his knuckles on the wooden door. ❝ avery ! ❞ he said in his usual chipper tone, she need not know what is plaguing him as she'll worry.

[callowayfcx]

STATUS . closed for @ollieinoue LOCATION . party. TIME . not long into the party

Cal had always liked a good party. They couldn't said their track record of acting calm at them was very high. Most of the time they ended up acting kind of ridiculous, but at least they always had fun at parties which was always the point. Of course once they heard about a joint party for Cal, Mari, and Link, they had already decided to show up regardless of... well every history that they had with anyone there. Of course once Cal saw Ollie, they had to go over and say something. It would be absolutely rude of them not to. They took a seat beside Ollie, twirling their drink in their hand as they sat. "Hey birthday boy. Are you having fun?"

[silverwash]

@searedpath

He doesn't really get why it's just this spell. Tartah wishes he had a slightly more inconspicuous way of testing it out, but, well... Wandering around this shop will have to do. This clearly isn't Zozah anyway, so he doesn't feel the need to be so worried about it. To anyone who isn't a witch, this is probably just a pretty piece of paper with a design doodled on it. He's doing a fine enough job making sure no one actually sees it working.

He, as discreetly as he can, holds the paper up to some of the bottles that are on the upper shelf. Slowly, an image of plants and roots appear and tell him exactly what the contents are comprised of. Yeah, it still works!

"And yet my shoes don't seem to work anymore..." He mutters to himself, a bit dejected. He was just starting to have fun utilizing them! "Weird..."

[xminxvs]

ollie's mouth dropped open, shocked he didn't know if his own kid bites... and yes, he's already put it together that the boy is griffin's. the missing gallo triplet. ❝ really dude ? i'll try not to but he's squirmy. ❞ he grumbled, trying to get a better grip on the toddler though he did get distracted by the bold printing of nyfd on his sweatshirt, colour must've caught the toddler's attention and he was tracing it. ❝ uh-huh. i'm too scared to ask but what one isn't yours and should i call security ? is she aware you have her kid ? ❞ he never thought highly of griffin, it was starting to show but would griffin kidnap a child ? that he couldn't be sure of. he might with that secret being thrown out to the wolves. who knows this guy's mental state ? his brain should be studied. ❝ maybe keep it in your pants, friendly advice. or wrap it up. ❞ he lower his voice so the kids wouldn't repeat him. ❝ rae and torin are coming for christmas ? you're still coming to that ? i mean they can come but preferably without you. ❞

Does Torin bite? He should probably know that. He may be his biological, but Griffin did not raise him. He was Ellas primarily for now. "I'm not sure, don't stick your fingers in his mouth. He is vicious." Griffin said bluntly. "Starting one I guess. I mean they will all be my kids one day, I made two and the screamer's mom is my future wife's kid so I guess I need a daycare too. My nanny off doing god knows what while I try to manage four people in the hospital." He exhales. "Oh god, if I'm dad to three I think I'll need another nanny. Rae is chill, she is manageable. The other two are not..... Anyway, Rae and Torin will be at Christmas at your parents."

[lateatnewyork]

GEN Z ON THE TRACK! 001

pairing: f1 grid x antonelli!reader, ollie bearman x reader

summary: the newest addition to the f1 track... is gen z through and through

extra information: kimi antonelli is your younger brother, you're reserve for mercedes, george broke his arm so you're stepping in. you and ollie have rivalry. (you can imagine u raced for any f2 team)

fc: no one

ynantonelli

liked by kimiantonelli, georgerussell and 503,298 others guess whos on the track for the rest of the season 🥳 view comments

lilyzneimer my favourite driver! ➥ ynantonelli my favourite mclaren person! ➥ oscarpiastri excuse me?? ➥ landonorris i thought we had something yn 😞 kimiantonelli thank god shes gone from here ➥ ynantonelli 🙄 paularon cant wait for the peace olliebearman (we're cheering cos youre gone) ➥ ynantonelli fuck you too this comment is deleted ➥ ynmywife NOT THE PR TEAM COMING FOR YNS ASS mercedesamg so excited! lewishamilton 😎 ➥ ynantonelli cant wait to over take you! logansargeant pls spare me ➥ ynantonelli no one is safe ❤️ yukitsunoda yipee ➥ ynantonelli yipee! charlesleclerc dont run me over ➥ ynantonelli no promises you fraternize with dogs ➥ olliebearman YN IM NOT A DOG ➥ ynantonelli your words not mine ➥ ynantonelli i was talking about leo alexalbon YAYY ➥ alexalbon this is lily i lost my phone ➥ ynantonelli LILY! ➥ ynantonelli leave alex. ➥ alexalbon yn its me again wtf?

f1updates

liked by ynantonelli, mercedesamg and 349,284 others YN Antonelli retires from the rest of the F2 season to race for Mercedes-Amg in Formula 1. Antonelli is stepping in for George Russell who broke his arm for reasons we still do not know. We wish YN the best of luck in Formula 1. view comments

ynloml wishing luck to the drivers instead ➥ ynmywife FR user09 who was she on top of in the first picture? ➥ user59 nah man yn was holding kimi up ➥ user42 yeah shes crazy strong

f1wags

liked by f1updates, f1gossip and 492,481 others yn antonelli seen with a man before her home race in Italy. view comments

kimiantonelli ok what ➥ user09 even kimi didnt know 😭 ynloml NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ynsno1fan this feels like an invasion of privacy

olliebearman

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ynantonelli no one cares ➥ olliebearman no one asked ynantonelli ew ➥ olliebearman says u ynantonelli jumpscare ➥ olliebearman dont u have a boyfriend ➥ ynantonelli cant believe u have a girlfriend charlesleclerc i have a daughter in law?? ➥ oscarpiastri i have a sister in law?? alexanderasaintmleux tell her to come over ➥ kimiantonelli YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS ➥ landonorris pls tell us paularon cutie ➥ ynantonelli oh! ➥ paularon so its ok when u do it to ur friends but not when i do it ➥ ynantonelli yeah? ➥ paularon flipping sexism user09 YN AND OLLIE GONE?! ➥ user48 my ship broke and sank like the titanic ➥ ollieyn what if theyre dating each other ➥ danielricciardo nice try they hate each other ➥ user59 DANIEL?????

livef1updates

liked by lilymhe, mercedesamg and 239,482 others live from the Imola GP, YN Antonelli's radio comments are disabled

ynantonelli

liked by maxverstappen, charlesleclerc and 693, 529 others lando we can be world champion i said view comments

maxverstappen can u delete the middle picture pls and thank you ➥ ynantonelli nope ❤️ charlesleclerc the caption 😕 ➥ ynantonelli i told u no ones safe kimiantonelli im telling mama u drank champagne ➥ ynantonelli im telling her about you then ➥ ynantonelli and your actually underage olliebearman congratulations i guess ➥ ynantonelli thanks i guess ➥ oscarpiastri wtf just happened ➥ paularon ^ ➥ kushmaini ^ ➥ arthurleclerc ^ ➥ kimiantonelli ^ ➥ landonorris you guys are gonna ruin their one civil moment lewishamilton good job 😎 ➥ ynantonelli thanks lewis ! maxverstappen cannot believe u beat me ➥ ynantonelli girl are just better ! ➥ landonorris real! ➥ maxverstappen lando you're not a girl alexanderasaintmleux YAY ➥ ynantonelli ILY kellypiquet so proud of u bby ➥ ynantonelli 🥹🫶 lilymhe cant believe how far you've come ! ➥ ynantonelli STOP ILYSM

ynantonelli

liked by olliebearman, lilyzneimer and 739,481 others when the plans make it out of the grid (i didnt invite ollie) tagged: kimiantonelli, lilymhe & alexalbon, arthurleclerc, logansargeant, totowolff, lewishamilton, olliebearman, oscarpiastri & lilyzneimer, paularon view comments

user09 i wonder what a grid hangout looks like ➥ ynantonelli it has: kimi almost falling off the boat, alex almost falling off the cart, arthur getting pushed into the sea, logan thinking he got stung by a jellyfish, lewis teaching toto how to ride a bike, ollie being scared of horses, oscar and lily being in their own world, and paul being too busy taking photos to order his food paularon bro posted the worst photo of me ➥ ynantonelli news flash: you look like that all the time lilyzneimer YOU'RE SO GOOD AT TAKING PHOTOS ➥ ynantonelli ur so photogenic its super easy 😍 ynantonelli guys charlesleclerc and alexanderasaintmleux came too ➥ ynantonelli they just had to leave early cos leo didn't like paul ➥ paularon pretty sure he didnt like ollie ➥ olliebearman nah bro pets love me especially cats its prolly kimi lilymhe STOP SO THATS WHY U LEFT EARLY ➥ ynantonelli idk what ur on abt kimiantonelli cant believe both u n ollie left early to go to ur bf/gf ➥ kimiantonelli wait kimiantonelli YN ANSWER MY CALLS ➥ ynantonelli no ❤️

f1updates

liked by olliebearman, susiewolff and 591,284 others YN Antonelli wins Singapore GP ahead one lap of everyone else. She kept the lead since lap 7 of a 62 lap race. After her win, she jumped out of her car and jumped into F2 driver Oliver Bearman's arms. The two were believed to have shared a rivalry on the track during YN's F2 days, but perhaps that rivalry was all fake. view comments

kimiantonelli nah bro she dead user09 THATS ACTUALLY CRAZY user82 i need time to process this ynmywife so the rivalry wasnt real 😭 paularon ok what ollieyn YES user54 the one race kimi's not in the garage 😭 totowolff what ➥ user58 bro calling the pr team asap landonorris what did i tell you user28 I TOLD YOU ALL

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user58 ok but she looks so happy ➥ user32 fr user11 the way ollie twists her to hide her from the cameras user41 height difference i need 😣 user53 theyre so hot user92 wait so whos the wag ➥ user42 deffo ollie user43 kimi prolly fuming ➥ user98 what is he gonna do hes like 5'6 😭 user48 they havent said anything yet the interviews are in a bit

ynantonelli

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liked by ynantonelli, alexanderasaintmleux and 492,583 others lovergirl ❤️ view comments

kimiantonelli im gonna run u off the track ➥ premaracing no u wont paularon kimi's gonna kill you user09 THE FIRST PICTURE IM FOLDING oscarpiastri who taught u how to take such good pictures ➥ olliebearman yn 😭 charlesleclerc MY DAUGHTER IN LAW ➥ alexanderasaintmleux nuh uh shes my daughter only alexalbon crazy u didnt even tell me logansargeant this is a wild revelation kushmaini im scared for u dude premaracing our favourite driver and wag ➥ olliebearman ynantonelli they called u a wag u gonna take that ➥ ynantonelli pretty sure they called u a wag ➥ premaracing ^ lilymhe YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE lilyzneimer oscarpiastri learn how to take pictures like that pls ➥ oscarpiastri ok 😞 ynantonelli ollie baby u were meant to turn the comments off 😭 ➥ olliebearman oops ynantonelli i love you ➥ olliebearman i love you too

a/n OSCAR WON YIPEEE i lowkey feel bad for oscar tho like the way lando ignore him on the podium, mclarens lowkey messed up for this

[xminxvs]

location : hospital. status : closed, dilan sahin. @dilansahin

beeps of machines had finally started to drive ollie up the wall, besides he couldn't keep looking at his sister laying in the hospital bed aside from the great chats they've been having and the amount of foot traffic of people who care for his sister, it was nice to see. he had arrived today around the same time dilan did, avery and her are close and he had been aware of her for some time but they never truly got to hang out just the two of them. the blonde closed the door to his sister's room, peering over his shoulder at dilan. ❝ you want to go get a coffee ? ❞ he asked her, turning from the door to face the brunette. ❝ my treat. ❞

[xminxvs]

status : closed, freddie parker. @gcldenhecrts location : get baked. time : 1138.

topical autumn day ; cool wind through his hair as he did his morning run, he started it late though as it was his day off and he hadn't a need to care for time. not today, at least. he was making the most of his time in the outside world, come later on in the day he'll be in his home office trying to play catch up with whatever he's missed dealing with the syndicate business. but that was later in the day.

his legs carried him at a steady pace to get baked, body craving sugar after the 15 km run not his longest by a long shot but still for his day off it was pretty long, might as well get his sugar fix. he ordered and then scored himself a table outside. ollie sat at the table for some time before his order came but he didn't mind the wait, texting a few people to occupy his time.

he finally raised his head, clocking the blonde hair that no doubt in his mind belonged to freddie. ollie hadn't seen the other in sometime due to work and gang stuff, he's been a busy boy in other words. ❝ freddie, ❞ ollie called the other over. using his foot to kick out the chair opposite him from the other to sit if he wanted. ❝ been a long time, no see. where have you been hiding ? ❞ he asked but hesitated for a moment, knowing freddie's reputation. he lightly chuckled out. ❝ actually, don't tell me. ❞

[ourpretender]

a keening sigh falls from oliver's mouth, the promise of relief now barred by taller gates, towering hurdles, and though he whines -- audible and incoherent -- it's devilishly hot. it is a withholding born out of greed, a rejection built from wanting, and this is precisely why felix can demand this of him, and oliver will stay, heel to each ask. he shakes against it, combs the hair from felix's fringe, and drapes one of his thighs exhausted against the sheets. his cheeks are rosy, pink, inflamed with a verbal stimuli, "felix..." oliver plays a blushing virgin well enough to believe it, then sliding his left hand and sweaty palm to the curve of felix's cheek. his mouth is provocatively close to the shiny spit head of oliver's prick, a tantalizing tongue just hidden behind rows of white teeth. he is all too willing to concede. "please. please i -- i've been good. i warned you like you asked -- and i want it. i want you to make me come." the admission alone prompts an embarrassing, and obvious twitch -- the jump of oliver's cock glaring in full view, even without stimulation. attraction irrefutable, hungering, teetering so close to the edge that he thinks he could come from skimming fingers alone. he sucks in a breath, shifts his hips back to communicate a strict compliance; sign on a wordless agreement that he wouldn't test felix's punishment, that he would take it -- that he would surrender. purring, oliver whispers, "wanna come in your mouth."

felix is chasing oliver's pleasure with equal parts unmitigated desire and reckless curiosity, confident that whatever was lacking about his proficiency for sucking cock he could recreate from experience being on the receiving end and with sheer enthusiasm. and perhaps sadistically, he thinks that oliver looks at him with so much longing that he thinks oliver would eat tablescraps out of the palm of his hand without much coaxing. similarly, felix is wrapped around oliver's finger, but he's too slow on the uptake and full of self-loathing to see the obvious. oliver is so full of doubt, so faithless, and felix is once again occupied with grandiose notions of making him a believer. he's always loved a lost cause. oliver's desperate melodic hymns make his own cock throb against his belly, twitch with a reminder of need that he's adamant on ignoring because there was still work to be done, sloppily pulling off of oliver's cock with an exhaled breath of relief. felix wets his lips, stopping any friction and squeezing the base of him to stave off oliver's impending orgasm, mouthing at the tight muscle of his abdomen. "too bad. i'm not done with you yet," felix replies, letting out a desperate and deranged sounding little laugh as he realizes he may not be done with oliver ever. his words have a cruel cadence to them, like he's merely toying with oliver and won't let him alone until he's had his fun -- some simmering resentment and heat left behind from their argument. but felix is alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses and sucking little bruises against the sensitive skin of oliver's thighs. "you've always been really good at essays. if you want to come, ollie, you should make an argument for it. that's fair, right?" he glances up at oliver through dark lashes with a coy smirk on his lips, but felix knows he can't keep up the veneer of being punishing or withholding for too long, because all oliver has to do is ask or whine felix's name in that pitchy way he does all of five seconds before felix is caving and willing to spoil him rotten.

[damianesco]

[ PATTERNS. SELF PARA 001 ]

SUMMARY: Damian experiences his first serious same-sex relationship. TIME FRAME: August 2024 - October 2024 TW: Emotional abuse, abuse, alcoholism, language, dissociation, relapse

AUGUST 26, 2024. [ URIEL: No show ? ]

It’s six in the morning, and Damian hasn’t slept.

He’s getting ready in the bathroom, staring at the bags underneath his eyes with a small frown. No doubt some of his students will make some smart comments about the sight — he wishes, fleetingly, that he were as good as some of the other volunteers at Bright Sparks with makeup. Might’ve made it easier to get through this.

“Hey.”

Jason steps inside the bathroom, in a soft gray t-shirt and similarly-shaded sweats. He’s got the day off today. Says he’s gonna spend it catching up on the sleep they missed last night.

He steps toward the toilet and takes a piss. Damian’s still staring at the bags underneath his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Jason asks, flushing the toilet.

Damian glances at him. “I look like shit.”

“Aw,” Jason steps toward the counter, pressing a gentle kiss to Damian’s temple. “You could never.” He runs a hand through Damian’s already-unkempt hair, and it feels warm on his scalp. “But I get it. Heavy bags,” he nods. “Guess you’ve learned your lesson, huh?”

Damian frowns.

“Don’t start a fight at night,” Jason raises an eyebrow. “Could’ve avoided the whole thing if you’d just relaxed.”

Right. Damian had mentioned — something about Jason’s tone, when speaking to the waiter at dinner last night. He hadn’t liked it — it’d been condescending, and rude. Jason had felt triggered, he’d said, as he’d been labeled condescending and rude his whole life growing up just because he was born into privilege. I didn’t choose it, Damian. I feel like you’re getting on my case about things out of my fucking control.

“Yeah,” Damian mutters, glancing back at the mirror. All he sees looking back is a stupid man who doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone.

–

SEPTEMBER 2, 2024. [ URIEL: You going 2 meetings in BH ? ]

—

He hasn’t spoken to Oliver in a week.

He keeps glancing down at his phone, hoping maybe the next notification that shows up is from him, to no avail. He’s scrolling through Instagram mindlessly when Jason walks into the kitchen.

“You’ve been staring at that thing for hours,” he says casually as he makes his way toward the fridge. “Waiting for a call?”

Damian shakes his head once. “Not — technically,” he admits, glancing up at his boyfriend. “Ollie and I — we haven’t spoken since—” he stops himself. “I just miss him.”

Jason says nothing as he reaches inside the fridge for the water pitcher. He says nothing when he sets it on the counter. He says nothing when he grabs a glass from the cabinet, when he fills that glass nearly to the brim. He says nothing after he chugs half of it and sets it back down.

Then he says, “I always thought he was a shitty friend.”

The instinct to defend Oliver is quick to rise in Damian. Years of practice. “He’s not,” he insists. “We just — we had a disagreement,” he says. “It’ll pass.”

“Will it?” Jason raises a challenging eyebrow at Damian. “He strings you along for years and then, what? One little spat and he drops off the face of the earth?” He gives Damian a sympathetic look. “You deserve better, baby.”

That’s not what this is, he wants to say. Oliver wouldn’t do that. He knows Oliver, longer than he’s known Jason, even — Oliver wouldn’t—

Jason grabs Damian’s phone from his hands and pockets it. “That’s enough of this for tonight.”

Damian gives him a puzzled look. “What?”

“It’s just messing with your head,” Jason presses a kiss to Damian’s forehead. “Let’s just relax. You and me. No phones.”

It’s a sweet gesture. Still—“I need to call Sofia, tell her I’m spending the night.”

Jason’s lips twitch almost imperceptibly downward. “You’re a grown man,” he points out to Damian, voice sweet. “You can stay out for a couple of days without keeping your little sister updated every single time.”

“She’ll worry.”

“She has her own life,” Jason reminds him. “You’re not the center of the fucking universe, Damian. She’ll be fine.”

And Damian doesn’t really have an argument to make against that — even if he did, he doesn’t think it’d be a good idea to make one at all. He hasn’t slept the past two nights, not well, because he’s slipped up a couple of times, made Jason feel insecure or belittled. He’s working on choosing his words more carefully. He’s working on doing better.

“Maybe we go to a meeting tomorrow?” Damian puts the offer out into the room gently. It’s been a minute since either of them have been to one. He doesn’t know about Jason, but Damian’s starting to feel the absence of the meetings like bullet holes in his willpower. Sometimes he’ll wake up from a dream — a nightmare, really — and still feel the alcohol burning down his throat. 

Jason shakes his head. “Why the fuck would we go to a meeting?” he crosses his arms over his chest. “What, I’m not enough for you to talk to?”

“No,” Damian amends quickly. “Of course not. But — you know—”

“Right,” Jason laughs, the sound piercing and bitter. It cuts through Damian’s resolve quickly, sagging his shoulders. “I’m never enough for you. Always running to a meeting, always needing your friends to text you back. Why are we even fucking doing this, Damian?” He demands. “If I’m just always going to be an afterthought?”

Damian shakes his head profusely. “You’re not, that’s not what I—”

“Save it,” he snaps, making his way upstairs. “You can sleep in the guest room tonight.”

The bedroom door slams shut, the sound reverberating through every inch of the house. Damian feels it like ice in his veins.

It takes him about an hour of sitting in silence, gaze fixed on a day-old stain on the floor, to realize Jason’s kept his phone.

–

SEPTEMBER 10, 2024. [ URIEL: Worried about U, kid ! U will give me ulcers. Talk soon ? ]

—

“Mr. Escobedo.”

Damian glances up from his desk, meeting Elsa’s gaze. Elsa’s worked at the front office for years and years and years — longer than Damian’s been alive, he’s sure. The students are taking a test; some of them glance up curiously at the interruption. Damian stands from his desk chair, and glares playfully at his gaggle of teens.

“Eyes on your own tests,” he warns. “I’m right outside.”

He follows Elsa out into the hallway, frowning. “What’s up, Elsa?”

She gives him something of a wry smile. “Damian,” she reaches out and squeezes his wrists affectionately — or perhaps reassuringly? “We’ve gotten several calls from a certain Jason Plymouth asking about your classroom’s extension.”

Damian’s stomach sinks. “Is he — is everything—”

Elsa holds up a placating hand. “As far as I know, everything is fine, dear,” she promises. “But he is — persistent.”

Damian wipes at his face. “I’m sorry. He’s probably — I turn off my phone on test days, he—”

Elsa shakes her head once. “We cannot give him your extension,” she tells him. “You may. But we cannot.” She pauses. “I recommend you call him back,” she says slowly. “Ask him to maybe stop calling…?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Damian assures her. “Of course. I’m so sorry, Elsa.” 

Elsa eyes him for a second, almost searchingly. Eventually, she asks, “Is everything okay, Damian?”

The question catches Damian by surprise. “Yes,” he replies almost instantly, the word rushing out of his mouth like an instinct. “Yes, it is. I’m — of course it is,” he laughs, though it sounds a little rattled to his own ears. “I’m so sorry. He’s probably just worried. Won’t happen again, I promise.”

Elsa hesitates for a second, before finally nodding her assent. “Alright,” she takes her hands back from Damian’s wrists and makes her way back to the front office, nothing else to say to him.

He doesn’t know what he tells himself to convince his heart it’s racing out of anything other than fear.

But it works.

–

SEPTEMBER 14, 2024. [ URIEL: Did U change UR number ? Is this still Damian ? Please respond if not. ] 

–

“You fucking embarrassed me!” 

Damian doesn’t know what to do when Jason starts shouting. A part of him wants to shout back — another part of him wants to flee — but whatever part of him wins out is always a part that shrinks into itself, doing his best to look as small as possible, as unassuming as possible. 

“I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, please,” Jason walks up to him, face so close to Damian he can smell his boyfriend’s sushi-laced breath. “Batting your eyes at the waiter like a fucking slut. Thought you were gonna get on your knees for him right then and there.” He spits the words into Damian’s face, and he feels his body start to go taut in response to the proximity. “Meanwhile, your boyfriend has to watch it all happen and smile through it like the dumb little cunt you think I am—”

“I don’t,” Damian insists. “Jesus, Jason, I don’t think you’re — I never even—”

The lamp’s knocked over before Damian has a chance to take his next breath. The glass of the lightbulb shatters across the floor into shrill, fine pieces, decorating the otherwise pristine marble tiles of Jason’s living room.

“Fuck,” he shouts, taking a step away from Damian. Damian’s eyes remain fixed on the mess. “You see what you made me do? You drive me fucking crazy, Damian,” his voice is tense, but it sounds sadder this time. At least Damian thinks it sounds sadder. He’s hurt Jason — he gets that. Even if he hadn’t meant to — maybe he’d inadvertently sent some mixed signals to their waiter — maybe if he were just a tad bit more self-aware—

“Did you hear me?” Damian blinks out of his stupor and meets Jason’s heated gaze. “I said clean it up. I’m going to bed.”

Damian nods once. “Okay,” he replies quietly. 

Jason holds out his hand, then, wordlessly. Damian instinctively reaches for his phone and presses it as gingerly as possible into his boyfriend’s palm.

Then Jason turns on his heel and stomps up the stairs.

And Damian cleans up the mess. 

–

SEPTEMBER 16, 2024. [ PILAR: missed u for el grito 🥺 stop ignoring meeeee ]

–

Jason hasn’t spoken to him since Saturday. 

Damian’s tried to say something to him. Anything. But he gets the silent treatment. He doesn’t get his phone back until Sunday evening, and that’s mostly because it’s being blown up by work emails, and Jason seems tired of listening to the notifications.

He reads Pilar’s message and feels tears sting at his eyes. 

He doesn’t reply.

–

SEPTEMBER 17, 2024. [ PILAR: hellooooooo motherfucker i’m telling sofia on you!!!! ]

–

Jason comes home with a large bouquet of flowers and a million apologies. He gets on his knees and cries into Damian’s lap, begging for forgiveness, swearing he’ll do better. He’s trying, he’s trying, he says, he’s so fucked up, this is what they made him, he’s so fucked up, but he’ll do anything to make it better. He’ll do anything to make it better. 

Damian runs a soothing hand through his hair and shushes him, comforts him. It’s okay, he tells him in between sobs. I forgive you. It’s okay.

It is okay. They can work through this together, Damian thinks, hope swelling in his chest. It’s okay. They’ve both been through so much — it’s only natural that this would be work. It’s okay. 

It’s okay.

–

SEPTEMBER 24, 2024. [ NO NEW MESSAGES ]

–

Damian sits outside the community center in Chicago. He doesn’t go inside.

The fact that he’s managed to get here at all — Jason’s on a work trip this week, and Damian’s managed to go home. Say hi to Sofia. Shower in his own bathroom. Sleep in his own bed. For a second, he’d remembered what normal used to feel like, and almost as if on autopilot, he’d found himself taking the train to Chicago and finding his way to the AA meeting he hasn’t attended for a month.

He can’t work up the courage to go inside, though. He thinks he feels embarrassed, but about what — he can’t really say. Maybe it’s the fact that he never got back to Uriel. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been craving a drink so fucking badly this past month he feels like he’s going crazy with it. Maybe it’s the bottle of tequila he’d purchased last night before the liquor stores forced themselves closed, now hidden under piles of blankets in his closet. 

He should go, he thinks. He has no business being here. 

Damian pushes himself off the rickety bench when he hears his name in the familiar low, dulcet tone he’s come to expect from his sponsor.

He meets Uriel’s gaze, surprised. “Uriel?”

Uriel makes his way over to him, arms crossed — despite his usual stoicness, there’s something like worry in his expression. Damian wonders if he’s going through something, too. 

“You made me think you was dead, kid,” he tells Damian, frowning. “Had to reach out to some folk in Blue Harbor, make sure you wasn’t.”

Damian looks down at his feet, ashamed. “Sorry,” he mutters. “I’ve just — had a busy month.”

There’s a beat of silence wherein the words hang between them. They’re not quite a lie — they don’t quite ring true, either.

“You goin’ in?” Uriel finally asks, and Damian shakes his head instantly. 

“N-no, I just—” he clears his throat. “I just—” He doesn’t have an excuse, he realizes. None that sounds good enough to his own ears. “I’m not.”

Another beat of silence. 

“You relapse?”

Damian shakes his head. “No,” he promises. “I’m fine. Just busy.” I’m fine, just busy. I’m fine, just busy.

“Maybe we go get some coffee, hm?” Uriel offers. “I’ll buy. Some o’ the good stuff, too, none o’ that new-wave hippie dippie shit.”

Damian laughs slightly, and it almost hurts his throat. “Thank you,” he finally meets Uriel’s dark gaze again. “But I really do have to go.”

Uriel searches his gaze for a second. “Whatever it is,” he tells Damian. “I can tell you it ain’t worth it, kid.”

Damian feels his eyes start to sting. That’s where Uriel’s wrong. It is. He’s always thought himself off, thought something was so inherently wrong with him no one could love him — and now here’s Jason, offering him his love, promising him the world, something Damian never thought he could have. It’s worth it. He needs this. If not Jason, who? Who else will put up with him? Him, damaged goods, no filter, no worth? 

“Goodbye, Uriel,” he mutters. 

He leaves his sponsor behind.

–

SEPTEMBER 25, 2024. [ NO NEW MESSAGES ]

–

He opens the bottle of tequila and pours himself a glass.

Damian stares at it for an hour before he pours it down the drain. He’s about to do the same to the rest of the bottle, but something stops him.

Instead, he hides the bottle back inside his closet. Forces himself to forget about it.

–

SEPTEMBER 27, 2024. [ URIEL: Here if U need anything ]

–

“Fuck, I missed you,” Jason groans, kisses him deeply one last time before rolling off Damian. Damian, for his part, traces the usual patterns on the ceiling with his eyes. Doesn’t point out Jason texted him every half hour, asking him where he was, what he was doing. Doesn’t point out he hadn’t given Damian a chance to miss him. Doesn’t even think it matters, because this is how it should be. Jason should miss him this way. Obsessed with you, he’d once said. And that can only be good, right? 

It means Damian’s been good. It means Damian hasn’t scared him off yet.

“Did you hear what I said?” Jason cuts through his train of thought. “I said I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Damian replies automatically. The pattern on the ceiling turns into a horse. Then a dog. Then a cat. It starts to look like a cow, maybe.

He feels Jason roll off the bed. Hears his footsteps retreat into the bathroom. Damian rolls onto his side and looks at the wall, listens to the tick, tick, tick of the clock above the headboard. 

His mind drifts to his closet. 

–

OCTOBER 2, 2024. [ NO NEW MESSAGES ]

–

It doesn’t matter.

In the long run — in the grand scheme of things — what’s one glass?

What’s two? What’s three?

What’s Jason’s breath smelling of weed and his tasting of alcohol if they’re mingled together, anyway?

What does it matter, if this is what love is? If this is where he’s found it? 

In the long run — in the grand scheme of things — what’s one bottle?

It doesn’t matter.

–

END.

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: The Salty Dog, A Dead Man's Best Friend, and Old Soldiers

I am playing through We Happy Few again for monstroso and a thought occurs to me.

Another point in the direction of the Salty Dog being Something: when Sally visits Colonel Lawrence, he calls out for his third daughter, Hope. The Salty Dog contains the Hope Diamond. Colonel Lawrence's house contains the Salty Dog in Ollie's act.

Sooo off to Poedit I went to see what there was to see.

In "The Salty Dog", there's a missing cutscene where Sally meets the Ploughboys in their alley and, interestingly, the person speaking opposite her is appended with WellF, indicating this was a female Wellie role.

026 Sally Bloody Boyle. We've got no quarrel with you. Well, to be fair, we've got a quarrel with you, but it's not urgent.

028 You stole Cap'n Strawbeard's little buddy.

030 This ugly dead dog! Hah! He robbed it from Colonel Lawrence's house!

032 Yes, well, I'm taking it back to him. The Captain, I mean.

034 Do you have any idea how valuable this stupid dead dog is? No thank you, let's fight.

036 How valuable is it?

038 Not the faintest fucking clue, except someone wants it very badly.

040 What's so valuable about a dead dog? Maybe I should see if it's got something in it.

042 Nothing. Ugh. I can't believe I opened this thing up.

046 Well, in Wellington Wells, Everything already sparkles.

Mild intrigue at that at a point the dog was supposed to have already been opened before Sally got to it. A female Ploughboy though? Could also just be in the same sort of way as the Wastrellette in "Jericho" where she's merely an accomplice, but that she's apparently in charge of this endeavor? Hmmity hmm hmm hmm.

I await your Ploughgirl OC's.

Moving on, I also checked "A Dead Man's Best Friend" because that also involves the Salty Dog.

110 I think that's the stuffed dog! Do dogs really sit like that? I can't remember.

112 Och, Colonel, ye have come a very long way from the honours o' Ramsgate, have ye not?

114 Ye dinna deserve bairns such as these.

116 As one soldier to another, I'll bury ye myself if that's what it takes.

118 Why do you think he's so anxious to get this ridiculous dog?

120 I dinna ken. D'ye think there's something inside of it?

XXX What's in it? What's in it?

124 Anywhere but here, any time but this, it would be a king's ransom. Here, it's a bloody great rock.

126 The stuffing that dreams are made of.

128 Magnificent. Won't he be pleased. Oh, this is an ugly thing, is it not.

130 What's in it?

132 Nothing! Nothing at all. Well, even if there was something in it. My client is a man you want in your corner. And not in the other.

134 Ohhhh... that is a shame. It's been opened already. My client won't be interested in this any more. Well. It was a bit much to expect that neither the Plough Boys nor the Captain would have ... well never mind about that.

I already knew that in a previous build of the game, you had the option of burying Col. Lawrence so that line wasn't a surprise. It seems Ollie also had the option of ripping open the Salty Dog and finding the Hope Diamond himself. Lionel Castershire's line at the end would imply that Strawbeard stole the Salty Dog from Col. Lawrence and the Ploughboys stole it from him.

Lastly, I checked "Old Soldiers" to see if there was anything further. I didn't find anything in relation to the Salty Dog, but there was tons of cut dialogue.

001 DID YOU CHANGE THE DOOR CODES?

002 NO.

003 NEVER MIND. YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW HOW.

004 ARE YOU GETTING HIM HIS PORRIDGE?

005 NO I'M TURNING THE ALARM SYSTEM BACK ON WHICH SOMEONE LEFT OFF. YOU WANT SOME DOWNER TO WALK IN AND TAKE ALL OUR RESERVES?

006 WHY DON'T YOU TELL THE WHOLE BLOODY NEIGHBORHOOD WE'VE GOT RESERVES?

007 Oh, yes, you must tell me all about your wonderful reserves.

008 DON'T WORRY, I TURNED THE ALARM BACK ON.

009 WERE YOU EXPECTING A GUEST?

010 YOU'VE GOT THAT TONE IN YOUR VOICE AGAIN. WHY DON'T YOU POP A JOY.

011 OR DID YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR GUEST?

012 WHILE YOU'RE UP THERE, WHY DON'T YOU GET HIM HIS PORRIDGE.

Tail end of this conversation was cut off.

013 It's your turn, you know.

014 He's your dad.

015 That's hardly my fault, is it?

016 I made the porridge. The least you can do is bring it up to him.

017 It wasn't my idea for him to live with us.

018 As I recall, you wanted him to move out.

019 It was the decent thing for him to do. Make way for the new generation.

021 It's his house.

022 He doesn't need a whole house. He barely even gets up from his chair. All he needs is a bed, a bathroom, and someone to bring him porridge. And clean him.

023 This again! If we'd paid for some stranger to do all that—

024 —he'd've paid for it—

025 —it's money we'd never see again. Look, it won't be long now. But in the mean time...

026 And about that. Are you sure that was the cheapest coffin?

026a They don't offer them "used."

026b They should. They're no use to the "resident."

027 ... the porridge?

028 In a bit. I'll take it up in a bit.

028a I better see if he's all right.

As was this one. That last line, 028a, is Arthur's. And it continues...

029 ... It's just that I hate the way he stares at me.

030 He's blind!

031 So why does he have to stare at me at all, then?

032 What lovely people. Remind me never to have kids. Well, it's not terribly likely, anyway, is it?

032a I dunno, he seems alive to me, or who's ringing his bell? 032b Might have been a bit premature, planning a wake.

032c They live here! They're supposed to look after him!

032d I wish he'd stop that. Now I'm getting hungry.

032e That's not his change-me ring, is it? Sounds more like his hungry ring.

032f I wish they'd take that stupid bell away.

Most interesting though is that apparently the apprentice undertaker and his superior were supposed to be present in the house for this quest. As is, there's merely directions left on the dining room table for the apprentice.

063 Awfully forward-thinking.

064 Planning the sendoff in advance?

065 Usually we're in such a rush.

066 Used to be you could hire a priest to say a mass for someone who hadn't already ... passed. It was supposed to ... encourage them to go to a better place.

067 You don't think they'd ... directly encourage him to take his holiday early?

068 You laugh, but I've had clients I've had suspicions about.

069 At the pub they seem to have suspicions about us.

070 We're not fookin' tour guides. We don't actually take the client on his holiday. We only make the arrangements. We're travel agents, like.

071 No, it's, uh, supposedly Reg the butcher is looking for new sources of meat.

072 Oh, for fuck's sake, you cannot be serious!

073 Supposedly he pays well.

074 If you think you're being funny, you're bloody well not.

075 Not much meat on this one's bones, I guess.

076 Will you shut the fuck up?

This is also actually kind of funny because I made a short twine game a couple years back that was inspired by "The Slaughterer's Apprentice" so it's quite amusing to see the undertakers were originally supposed to have a role in that part of the lore too.

Anyway, last but by no means least! Captain Edward Lawrence was supposed to still be alive when Arthur arrives at his house and he would shout at Arthur on the assumption that he was an enforcer for whoever he owed money to.

000a Go hang yourself!

000b You go tell him I'm not scared of him one bit!

000c I'm not paying him another penny!

000d Hah! You can't get in, can you?

000e Get lost, or I'll call the authorities!

001 "And what did you do in the War?"

002 Not an easy man to see.

003 HULLO? HULLO? CAPTAIN LAWRENCE? I'VE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOU, SIR. CAPTAIN LAWRENCE SIR?

004 They're going to shut down his power.

006 The power's out. Which means the house is basically unsecured.

007 That's not a good sign.

008 The thanks of a grateful nation.

009 Blimey.

011 A dog? They were fighting over a dog?

In conclusion, what I could do is a story in which Col. Lawrence heard or assumed his brother had Bonny Prince Charlie stuffed and paid someone to steal him, but he received the Salty Dog instead, which is clearly the wrong dog as its a French bulldog, not a Cocker Spaniel. Could play with the idea of this dog being a great personal treasure, what with them having no idea that Salty Dog was hiding the diamond but Charlie being sentimental to both of them.

[angryikalgo]

I made a Trigun Stampede playlist! First track is the OP and the last track is the end theme. All songs in between correspond to episodes with 3 songs per episode (tracklist and EP guide under the cut).

Run Time 2 Hours 44 Min

Music genres include;

Post/Prog Rock, Metal, Emo, and Math Rock Instrumentals.

This one goes out to FIRICHERRY and Touma AMV on youtube. Your AMVs inspired this.

Feel free to let me know your thoughts on the playlist or the series! Love and Peace 🤞

[keep reading]

OP TOMBI – KVI BABA

- - -

EP 1 (Noman's Land)

Let's Go – Stuck in the Sound

Fear – CommonWealth

Deafening - Solence

- - -

EP 2 (The Running Man)

Corrode - Dearest

RatKing – Boston Manor

Synthetic Sympathy – Trash Boat

- - -

EP 3 (Bright Light, Shine Through the Darkness)

3days – Mitchel Dae

Are We Brothers? – Paper Rival

Lux - The Surrealist

- - -

EP 4 (Hungry!)

Native Tongue – My Kid Brother

The March – The Dear Hunter

Wormhole Traveler – I Built the Sky

- - -

EP 5 (Child of Blessing)

Becoming Closer to Closure – Of Machines

Try – Olly Steele

Fall Away - BANTAMWEIGHT

- - -

EP 6 (Once Upon a Time in Hopeland)

Almost Human - Maraton

Sword - Sufferer

Writhen - Soen

- - -

EP 7 (Wolfwood)

Everything Will Rust – Misery Signals

001 – Lop Abuse on Somebody

Open Water – Assuming We Survive

- - -

EP 8 (Our Home)

Waltz for Lilly – 3nd

In the Garden – Red Vox

Bloody Shirt – To Kill a King

- - -

EP 9 (Millions Knives)

Human Target Practice – Hail the Sun Teratology – The Physics House Band Camp Adventure – Delta Sleep

- - -

EP 10 (Humanity)

In Shallow Seas We Sail - Emery

Shelter – pg.lost

Ensom – Parting Gift

- - -

EP 11 (To the New World)

Killed by an Angel – Sunny Day Real Estate

Our Father is Missing – From Indian Lakes

Early Grave – The Contortionist

- - -

EP 12 (High Noon at July)

Singularity – Black Orchard Empire

Anything – From Indian Lakes

Stranded – Red Vox

- - -

END

Hoshi no Kuzu α - Salyu

[xminxvs]

one thing in his corner, he could work with that. ❝ thanks ? yeah, starting to gather that. ❞ he mumbles at her tease, slowly nodding his head at her. ❝ yeah, i am. i take my shirt off if you think that will help. be a hot alan instead of alan ? a body shot would make me feel better. ❞ he chuckled lightly. he looked around to see that a majority of the women were out here serving whilst he was serving alan. ❝ i suppose so. they are doing a much better job then me, i must've not got the memo. ❞ he frowned, noticing the judgemental look of his outfit. ❝ fair enough. it is a pretty iconic movie. we should watch it one time. ❞ he said, trying to be polite with her. his nights have drastically lagged in the fucking apartment and majority of the time he was being pulling from his job to the syndicate. ❝ nice. i'm a switch... i go both ways. ❞ he grumbles at her, rolling his eyes dramatically at her. ❝ thanks, i appreciate it. cute, hot, i don't discriminate. anyone if i'm honest, kind of desperate if you can't tell. ❞

"Well, I mean, one thing working for you, that costume is not winning you any awards right now." She teased. "Aren't you a firefighter though? Why are your abs not out? I'm sure every being here would be waiting on their knees to lick them." She could appreciate a nice-looking man. "It's not even that cold out, half the women are thankfully almost naked. And they have a lower core temp." She looked his outfit up and down again, "Hm, seems fitting for the dickwad. The Hangover is an iconic movie though, I hadn't seen it in a while." She had more important things to do such as fuck women and make money. "Honestly no, you seem like the kind to take it up the ass. But either way, we will get you laid. What is your type? Have your eyes set on anyone specific?"

[undead-bones]

Some exemples to my other posts's ideas

Inaction/Neutrality. (Cowardice? Refusal to Save? To Rebel? To Protect? To Punish? To get Revenge? To Fight Back? To Stop? Or denied you the right to take said action?)

Abuse? Refugees? Punishment? Insult? Revenge? Injustice? Didn't save you/take you from the bad situation you're in? Let the person hurt you? Expect to accept the bullshit?

Doran Martell, Hinata (for Neji), Thranduil, Jaime Lannister (for Rhaella), the Valar.

Ungratefulness (Betray after they Help/Save you? Refuse to aid after everything you did and sacrifice for them? Don't valorize you enough?).

Defended when they lied. Killed because they helped you. Demand help/forgiveness after what they did to you. Got in trouble for helping them and was abandoned.

Walder Frey, Ariadne, Cersei (with Ned), Daenerys (with the Starks).

Not taking your side in the conflict. They forgive and stay with the person who wronged you (both of you?) or take their side, befriend or ally with said person, even help in hurting you or save them. Assist in the cover up. Or even giving a false testimony.

Finrod, Celebrimbor, King Viserys, Ned, Ollie, Sawada Nana, Wei Wuxian.

A character does shit and runs away, leaving their friends/family behind to suffer the consequences (or stigma) of being associated with them.

Defector, Run Away Bride, Evil Lineage, Kidnapped by Enemies

Rhaegar, Paris, Orochimaru (with Anko), Iemitsu.

Traitor of the Folk or Race/Category Traitor, maybe can be related to the '•' above or a Hunter of His Own Kind. (Inner-Prejudice maybe? Denial of Origin? Mixed Heritage? Or marrying someone of a 'lesser' kin can be considered 'treason'. Depends which the Folk in question is the considered superior/inferior, or can be a more Grey area too)

Raised by Rival/Adopted, Pretend to be Evil, Survival, Exception

Honerva (Haggar), Mance Rayder (kinda?), Norlin 'Silver Zoro', Uchiha Itachi, Conner (the Android), Raine Whispers.

Blitz and Fizzarolli from HB are considered that by Striker

Having a Relationship (or even children) with a member of a group you are prejudicial against is another level of wild shit

Turns Against (their Faction? Their Family? their Leader? A member? Encouraged by a specific person?)

Nargothrond, Argella Durrandon, Havria.

Amnesic Crimes (maybe being unaware or mind controled?)

Bucky, Roy Clone, Clone Trooper Fox, Amnesic Villain, Hercules, Light Yagami

Pre Redemption Crimes

Ignus, Maleficent, Jaime Lannister, Ollie

Seduce an Character (like a Lady Mcbeth/Evil Advisor, Evil Stepmother, Black Widow or an Gold Digger). A powerful person? political power? magical? Its an non-human supernatural being? Your Archnemesis? A Love Matyr? Manipulation? For their assistance/help? Face-Heel Turn? Using a person's feelings for your own benefit? Revenge? (on your other love? On the subject in question or someone related to them?)

Human Weapon

Mal (Descendants), Alyss Baskerville, Lysa Arryn, Ilosovic Stayne, Cora from Ouat, Queen Ariana (Barbie), Stephan (Maleficent), Annatar (Silm), Prince Hans

Secret Child

Of a posmortum character, missing, trump card, revenge, throne rival.

Oak Greenbriar, Jon Snow, Setsuna and Towa, Jinmi, Luke and Leia, Lyra Belaqua, Kubo, Jenna Greenwood, Jake Brandon, the Sawada Family, Aurora, Killmonger, Ryan Butcher, Melody (Ariel), Historia Reiss, Arthur Curry

Chosen One Wannabe/I Could Have been a Containder

Orochimaru, Princess Rhaenys, Morro, Tai Lung.

There is Another/Hidden Tribe

Planet Pollux, Pandas (Po's Family), Maleficent's people, Quincy, Rio 2. Kara Danvers.

Locked in the Basement

Giles Grimm, Morpheus, Lapis Lazulli, Elk (Centaurworld)

Battle Royality/Infiltration

Joshua (twewy), Player 001 (Squid Game), Logan (Jigsaw)

Loyal Servant

Xiao, Sui-Feng

Villain and Hero (kind off?) have a kid together

BB (Kill Bill), Alice Baskeville (PH), Damian Wayne, Zuko (Cuz of Ursa), Sephiroth, Luke Skywalker, Kubo, Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Lloyd Garmadon

Identity

Yue, Venti, Utawarerumono, Yaotl, Gabriel (SP)

Alayne Stole, Mare Barrow

Vessel/In another Form

Bakura, Kurama, Kur, Blue Beetle, Angra Mainyu, Fnaf's Animatronics

Mogget Abhorsen, Annatar, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, Yaolt, Annatar

Unfriendly Fire

Anna of Arendelle, Rin Nohara, Yanli, Crepus Ragnvindr, Connla

Recruit the Enemy

Celaena (TOG), Levi Arckerman, Mukuro Rokudo, Suicide Squad, Xiao

Exiled

Dionysus, Kaedehara Kazuha, Zuko

Random Excentric is actually plot relevant and OP

Freya (GOW), Urahara Kisuke, San Lang (HOB), Old Man Mcgucket (Gravity Falls)