#oliver’s ask box

[vampiricgerard]

new pfp looks nice, who is it?

thank you dude <3

her name is ramona flowers and she’s from a comic called scott pilgrim. (which i haven’t read yet, i’ve only seen the movie and i’ve played the game)

edit (bc everyone keeps liking this post): my pfp is obv not ramona now as you can see

this is her official plush. it’s so cute :)

[haneensab005]

Here are some f1 memes I made pt.3:

(I posted this yesterday but tumblr ate it)

[samwise1548]

oliver banks? spare oliver banks? sp

Haven’t drawn this boy much so it was a fun experiment!

[ID: A drawing of Oliver Banks from the Magnus Archives. He is a black man with dark dreadlocks on the right side of his head with the left side shaven. He's wearing a purple tee shirt, blue jeans, and purple sneakers with a skull design on the soles. He's seated on the ground in a relaxed pose. \End ID]

[graycious-tea]

When I tell you I am this close 🤏🏻 to dm-ing Lou to tell him we love and adore him and what he’s doing with Tommy because of all the hate that cutie patootie of a man is getting…

[viktuurishipper96]

hello, my inbox is always open and you can talk about the sodor magic au (my au) or anything Douglas x Oliver related. Or just swing on by to say hello

[shithowdy]

I am tapping on your window demanding to know what you are putting that poor old man through this time (also your ask link still goes to owlpellet!)

OH HELL thank you for letting me know, my whole link sidebar is borked lmao

Oliver is having a bad time okay, I'm allergic to letting him have a good time for too long.

The very truncated version of his predicament is that two guys, one very injured with a head wound (Dallas) and the other a young psyker freshly escaped from A Facility and found by the former (Emil), broke into his home to get away from some Legionary pursuers. Because fucking with the Legion is a top 5 priority in his life, he agreed to escort them (not for free, of course) further toward the coast to a Followers base that he's familiar with for medical care.

They bonded pretty well, and the pair were upset when he left them behind-- Emil in particular, not yet realizing they have a way deeper connection than either of them know but regardless sensing that they shouldn't split up. He was right to feel that way for multiple reasons, because upon returning to his home, a Legion assassin ambushed Oliver after he'd gotten himself good and drunk. He awoke in Fort Blythe to his captor demanding Dallas' location-- Dallas, it turned out, was the long-since escaped son of a very high-ranking officer and he wants his embarrassment taken care of. Oliver was uncooperative, because he'd rather protect a stranger than help a bunch of Known Assholes.

The assassin, Frumentarius Lupus, made the mistake of sharing a bit of his own backstory as he tried to make Oliver talk. Oliver latched the fuck onto the fact that the Legion had obliterated his tribe and erased his identity and successfully radicalized him back into being "Vasco", his childhood name. At a crossroads, he decided he would help Oliver escape the very situation he put him in, but his Centurion superior caught whiff of it and as of right now in the RP, Oliver is being left to go feral in a cage to be used as an arena beast with his only "companion" and source of food the severed arm of Vasco, who he believes to be dead.

Eventually, Dallas and Emil are going to be sent back to find him at the request and hire of one of the doctors, a dear friend and the only person Oliver trusts. They'll find his home burned and his horse wandering loose, and so will begin the event that sees them become permanent companions after Emil manages to bring him back from mindlessness. Then and only then will my poor old man catch a (physical) break. Vasco's life is only going to get worse.

[t3a-tan]

🌊 for Oliver?

🌊What is a phobia of theirs?

"I used to have a severe phobia of water. Oftentimes whenever I heard running water or bathed I would suffer from anxiety attacks and flashbacks. It's not as bad now, but I still can't help but be more cautious around water. It's not something to be played with."

[diwns]

📩 Random simblr CAS prompt of the day: Pick your favorite sim couple (if you don’t have a couple, your favorite sim is fine) what would they wear for a date?

mom & dad in date night attire✨

[teenytraveler]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hello!

Sharing this ask here so anyone can donate!

Praying for your safety and good health for you and your whole family, my friend <3

[cosmicccowboy0]

How’re you so sexy haha?

Lick the chlorine off your arms after you get out of the pool and you’re set, basically

[vampiricgerard]

when i got my first tguy haircut i showed the dude a picture of rodrick heffley

rodrick heffley gives me so much gender envy omg. he’s gender goals

[laf-outloud]

Jared's brand is still the smart, nice guy next door and he really does keep hitting those marks. There are some flaws to add seasoning, but enough effort to forgive them. (Prissy perfection is obviously fake PR and hella boring anyway.) He's honest, authentic, and likable. Lacking any sort of pretension when he deals with fans. Tumblr and Twitter are frustrating, but I keep bringing my focus back away from antis and just thanking our luck for what we've got. (*insert cute pic for me, please*)

I love Jared's authenticity, flaws and all! It's his willingness to be open and honest with fans that allows them to see him as a human being rather than an idol to be worshipped, and engenders greater respect between both him and the fans. We truly are lucky!

And here is your cute pic, as requested!

Oh... did you mean a cute pic of Jared? Okay, sure... here ya go! LOL!

Jared | SPN Denver Con (10.17.2021) 📷 Alana King

[the-feral-gremlin]

for the ship asks, what's your absolute favorite ship and also rant about it. and what do you think is the most underrated ship in the Arrowverse? please :)

Absolute favorite ship: I have so many but for now I’ll ramble about Olicity.

Right from the beginning of Felicity joining John and Oliver (the coffee shop scene) where Oliver is trying to lie, trying to shield himself from the weight of the journal much like his father’s in Felicity’s hands.

I love how when she asks him if she can trust him and he says yes, because (as far as I know) he hadn’t done that since he got back to starling/star city. He hadn’t trusted himself OR let himself be trusted, he always managed to break that trust not long after in some self- destructive way.

But he didn’t with Felicity, he Didn’t lie. He didn’t self destruct. I might be wording that wrong or something but I hope you get what I’m saying lol.

Underrated Arrowverse ship: Merlance (e-1 laurel and e-1 Tommy.) Merlance, Merlance!!! I love them SO MUCH. Oh man, how Tommy’s last action was saving laurel, how he pulled a whole ass filing cabinet off of her.

His last action was saving the girl he loved. (Or at least one of his last actions.) I love how he goes out of his way to just take her on a date, how he respects her workaholic tendencies but doesn’t enable her to work herself into exhaustion/stress. I love how he was the first one to real see her as a hero.

And I love how she tries to get him to see the good in people but still respects his hesitatance. How she reassured him when he was nervous about asking Oliver for a job at Verdant, how she defended him against Quentin and (kind of) Malcolm.

From this ask Game! (Send me a question from there and I’ll answer the best I can, if you want.)

[hoooshiiiii]

i did not realize your analysis of me was the tag game thing so i get a reblog and it’s “olly, please go to therapy” jumpscare

—@olly-png

Maybe if I jumpscare you enough you will…

[writings-by-fairy]

Show Me

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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XOXO Fairy

[overcastedsays]

I am living on the edge getting these refs done so close to art fight

The biggest fan-favorite NPC couple from the wacky homebrew campaign I run (the players do nothing but make their lives harder. it's very funny)

Oliver is the Warden of Polsjaran, a City located in one of the many In-Betweens of the Universe (think Ethereal Plane but bigger scale). Having just barely graduated from his apprenticeship, he was unexpectedly chosen by the (now dead) previous Warden of Polsjaran to take on the role. His job is supposed to be making sure the environment of the Polsjaran In-Between and the Planes it connects to are stable, but the political rivals of the previous Warden managed to put just about as many restrictions on his abilities as they could until they deemed him "fit to hold the position". In the meantime, he's taking a more hands on approach to fixing the many, many problems with his surrounding planes. He's a big fan of bugs, plants, ecosystems, vivariums, and nature photography. Don't ask him about any of these unless you're prepared for a 4 hour infodump minimum.

Vermillion is a Sergeant in one of Polsjaran's bordering planes, The Mirrored Sea. Despite his title, he has very little power in the Mirrored sea and has been trying to distance himself from his as much as he can. He manages a small team of 5 soldiers "guarding" one of the physical entrances to Polsjaran, but in reality spends most of his time in Polsjaran trying to fix the current situation in the Mirrored Sea as best as he can. He has a much better way with actions than he does words and really just needs a break. Sword lover and secret marine biology enthusiast. Deep down just wants to be an accountant or something.

They originally met bonding over their shared hatred for their respective governments and the positions they were forced to take up because of them. Born to be Anarchist forced to Government Official.