#ollie woods

[aria-ashryver]

ive had Ollie for ten seconds and they are my child. I love aer. Cinnamon roll of all time. Perpetually too cold. If any side characters in The Ghost Of Us say anything mean to them, I will cry and so will they. (Please enjoy a little intro (w edits) bc once again I couldn't resist yeeting the "Generic" body type and replacing it with "Lady")

Oleander Woods (they/them, occasionally uses ae/aer) | Demigirl | Allo

🧡 Vibes!🧡 dimples, freckles, tea, fuzzy socks, anxiety, thrifted grandpa sweaters, excessive apologies, baby animal enthusiast, timid, excessively helpful, has never raised their voice (probably doesn't know how), bullet journalling, optimistic, easily the softest MC I have ever made.

✨ Goes by Ollie (Lee or Lea are fine too!). Entirely mindblown that between all four of aer parents, they somehow decided Oleander Woods was in any way a good name for a child??? (They think that sounds like a landmark)

✨ Ollie grew up in a loving household with two mums and two dads. It always amused them when all four of their parents would turn up to parent-teacher conferences at school, only to have people think "oh its so nice that people can get divorced and still make an effort to accept their ex's new partners for the sake of their child!". Yeah, no, Ollie's parents are poly. None of them are sure who got Mum #1 pregnant --Mum #2 is trans-- so they all claim Ollie as their baby and absolutely dote on aer and smother aer with affection.

✨ There is not a single ghost they will not help. They are selfless to a fault, and still feel like they aren't doing enough.

✨ Was overwhelmingly sad when they got mugged in the subway, not because their wallet was stolen, but because that person probably really needed the money.

✨ Will gently carry bugs outside. Tried to adopt every stray animal ever, in their youth. Volunteers at an animal shelter in their adulthood.

✨They know they are naïve, and that will lead to people taking advantage of them, but they don't really care if it means they can help people who actually need it.

✨ Worried about being misunderstood so they ramble and over-explain a lot.

✨ Really wants to get a tattoo (or several) but they are scared of how much it will hurt. Also the reason ae has no piercings.

✨ Their main goal in life (beyond helping as many ghosts find peace as possible) is simply to be comfy and warm. The ghosts trying to make and interrupt existing psychic connections tend to cause the air temperature around them to plummet --which is fine! Its not the ghosties fault!-- but it does mean they are forever in pursuit of a good woolen jumper.

✨ Their fav colours are orange, yellow, and green.

[haveihitanerve]

Oliver Queen was quite certain he was going to die. He had been holding in a laugh for the past ten minutes, which was dangerous under any circumstances, and downright fatal if it was an explosive, loud and hearty laugh, which this one was. Especially considering that no one else seemed to be as tickled as he was, and if he did laugh, he would be laughing at the Batman. The thing was, that Batman had brought his own coffee mug and thermos to the Watchtower (because apparently their coffee wasn't good enough, or something, as batman hadn't exactly offered an explanation) and both had phrases on them that would be amusing belonging to anyone, and were downright hilarious due to the fact that they belonged to Batman. The thermos said “I’m not saying I’m Batman, I’m just saying you’ll never see me and Batman in the same room together” which, sadly, no one else seemed to have even looked twice at, and his mug, which had a large black bat on it, which said “We’re a Batty little family”. Both items were very much not helping Oliver to win his fight with his mirth, when Batman caught his eye. “Oh shit.” he muttered when the Bat began to move towards him. Well, he was bound to die anyway. “Nice mug.” Oliver greeted the second Batman got close. To his surprise, Batmans lips twitched upward. “Thank you. My children got it for me. I’m surprised you're the first to mention it.” Oliver looked at him in surprise. “Oh my freaking gods.” Batman, the Batman, wanted people to comment on his mug. He was proud of it. Oliver finally released his cackle, and Batmans smile grew marginally in delight. “Oh man that is priceless.” Oliver chuckled when he had finally gotten himself under control. “But hey, kids are like that. I mean, mine got me a shirt with two arrows pointing up, with a bow that was sideways beneath it to make a simile face.” Oliver sketched on his own shirt with his finger to display the image. Batman chuckled lightly. “Thats… quite funny.” “Yeah.” Oliver agreed, thinking back with a smile how often he wore it, and Roy’s delight every time. “My kids,” Batman added, drawing Oliver out of his thoughts. “Got me a tie that says, uh, “Worlds Best Dad In Gotham. Which… o-k i guess..” Oliver stared at him agape before absolutely losing it at the tone with which Batman had quoted his tie. “That is… brilliant.” Oliver wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow.” Oliver smiled with relish. “I love that.” Batman smiled back. “I do too.” “Uh, green arrow? Whats so funny?” Green Lantern called over. “Oh nothing, nothing.” Oliver called back. “Just some uh.. Dad jokes.” Hal made a noise of confusion, but Batman chuckled lightly. “Dad jokes?” Green Lantern asked, utterly befuddled. Batman and Green Arrow grinned at each other.  

Oliver Queen was quite certain he was going to die. He had a meeting in Gotham today, which was always long and boring, especially since he usually only dealt with the lower members of Wayne Enterprises. Not that he had anything against status, not really, it was only that they were always such a drag, and it was clear they wanted a higher lifestyle. But, to his surprise, when Oliver walked into the meeting room, the CEO of WE was actually present, sitting at the head of the table in deep discussion with a man Oliver vaguely remembered was named something Fox. Lucy? “Ah, Ollie, so good of you to meet with us!” Boomed a voice and Oliver turned in surprise to see Bruce Wayne. “Bruce? Hey man! I didn't know you’d be here!” Oliver grinned in surprised delight, offering the other man a quick hug. Bruce shrugged, sipping some coffee. “I’m just here as a chauffeur. I’m taking Timmy out after this, but I’ll be a part of the meeting if you want some decent conversation.” He winked and Oliver laughed. “Not that my son isn't a good conversationalist.” He added. Oliver waved a hand, moving to his seat and offering the kid a quick smile. Tim glanced over, offering a wave before returning to his heated debate. “Naw I know he is. Wasn't expecting you guys to be here. Glad you are though.” Oliver sighed in relief. Bruce hummed in acknowledgement, taking a seat next to him. “Well I’m glad to see you too Ollie, theres, actually something I want to tell you.” At that, his son finally looked over for more than a second, something gleaming in his eyes. “Oh?” Oliver asked intrigued, leaning forward. That was when he saw it. Tucked just barely beneath the lapel of Bruces suit jacket…. A tie. A tie that said “Worlds Best Dad in Gotham. Which… O-k I guess..” Oliver sat back like electrocuted. Bruce and Tim watched him carefully, and Fox gave a very good impression of looking out the window. “You- uh- you're.” Oliver cleared his throat and Bruce leaned in intently. “Yes?” “Your tie.” Oliver blurted. “Its… nice. My friend has one too.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Does he?” He lifted his mug, which had a large black bat on it, and sipped. Oliver swallowed. “W-why me? Why now?” Bruce shrugged, glancing over at his son who was now also doing a very good job of admiring the ceiling tiles. “Because I trust you. And because I need a good friend.” Oliver smiled weakly. “Well, you already had that in Brucie.” Bruce smiled softly. “I know. But friendship requires trust. And Batman needs all the friends he can get.” Oliver chuckle lightly. “So… Dad jokes was the way to go huh?” Bruce smiled, pleased, leaning back. “Yep. Dad jokes.” Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen grinned at each other. 

[depressedcitron]

It's been a while since I've posted something, anything really.

[vintagerocker69]

ROLLING STONES EUROPEAN TOUR 1976

Keith Richards of the rock band 'The Rolling Stones,' performs with his Fender Telecaster , with Ian Stewart on piano. During their European Tour in 1976.

[hayesinthewoods]

Ollie jrwi is such a :3 coded character

[rockhousejai]

Steamboat crew stuff along with some an Scarlet and Miko post :3

[taistelutaide]

Olli knocks out Teppo

Olli towers over Teppo, who loooks terrified. He's right to be, as Olli sends him flying with his first punch, then rolls his whole head with a second hook, sending the man crashing to the canvas out cold.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Harry fucking adores Flintwood (although he was slightly jealous at first cause he had a bit of a thing for Ollie) But he just thinks they’re really neat, cause Oliver is like his older brother and once he gets to know Marcus he’s nice

[peonyblossom]

It Lives MCs Picrews - Harry (ILITW), Isaak (ILB), and Ollie (ILW)

@choicespride

[picrew]

[aria-ashryver]

I adore Ollie!! Seeing as aer personality is rather different from Grey’s, what do you imagine them like together?

Eeee thank you! Ae’s a sweetie 🥰 I’m playing with f!Grey — I think she’s is going to have a time with Ollie lol. I’m only 2 chaps in but Grey has firmly cemented herself in “mischievous little shit” territory. I think her way of feeling people out is by trying to push their buttons (as often and irritatingly as possible), which is hilarious to me that she’s now trying that with Ollie, who just… has none lol.

(I’m very much choosing to ignore every canon scene where MC gets irritated with her bs lol)

Grey’s out there trying to be cheeky and annoying, cracking jokes and trying to irritate them, and Ollie is just “yes, I understand this whole “being a ghost” must be very overwhelming for you, I’m here for you 100% of the way”.

To which, Grey is like… oh shit. My usual schtick isn’t working, bc Ollie keeps gently skirting past my charming defenses and now I’m making a genuine connection with this person oh god oh fuck abort

After they spend a bit of time together (and Grey is captivated by Ollie’s cringefail demeanour and complete lack of rizz) Grey starts getting genuinely worried for aer.

Like… Grey’s the deceased one?? Out of the two of them?

"Yes, okay, entirely understandable that I was murdered, my haters wish they were me, etc, etc, but this walking ball of anxiety is the kind of person who would attempt to free a feral wolverine from a beartrap with their own two hands because they couldn’t stand seeing it in pain, with no thought to their own safety, and how are they not dead yet? How have they not fallen headfirst down a open manhole because they were so intent on helping a little old lady cross the street? And oh god I’m going to have to stick around and take care of them, aren’t I? Aw crap."

I think at first Grey will be a little put out that Ollie never rises to her bait when she’s trying to wind them up. But then once Grey has aer figured out a little more, she’ll have this moment of “aha! I know how to tease you!”— there was a textpost I saw a while back (I can’t find it 😭) which said something like

“I was trying to throw away an old backpack when my boyfriend put on this sad little voice and said “Oooh, am I going on a trip? Will I be back soon?” so now I have to keep it.”

And like… that’s them haha.

Grey’s out there doing shit like haunting a pair of Ollie’s old boots and making them do a goofy lil dance to make them laugh. Trying to convince them they keep meeting a bunch of dead ghost celebrities and do they want to hear some juicy afterlife gossip, etc.

It takes them a minute, but once they figure out how to play with each other, they are golden. And I think Grey appreciates the fact of being truly seen for once, too (once she gets over how truly terrifying it is to make a genuine connection with another person yk yk)

Thank you for the ask my love! 🌻

[toxooz]

Thinking abt Ollie befriending a murder of crows around the skatepark using french fries and they bring little trinkets that he puts in the chain link fence

[bluesrocknrollingstones]

here's more! I got more to share

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

The Review

(The Package: Part 3/Finale)

"Well...where are they?"

"...in the woods."

Almost immediately, Angelo got his ranger hat on, picked up Poppy, and walked right out the door.

"Time for a little reunion, then..."

"WAIT!", Poppy shouted, stopping Angelo in his tracks.

"What? We can't have those things out there, think of the wildlife, THE TOWN?! If someone runs into one of those things, what's stopping them from doing what they did in the factory?"

"You have a point..." Poppy looked anxious, before speaking up once again.

"...but hear me out. Not all of them are bad. How do you think I got out?"

"Your friend, right?"

"Yes. Did you think they were human? Go on ahead, they told me where they'd be hiding until I got you."

With an exasperated sigh, Angelo went forth. He walked for a good 20 minutes before noticing smoke.

"That's it, that's where they are!"

"Alright, you don't have to shout it. Need to hurry anyway, they might cause a forest fire."

Angelo was always good at his job, even if it wasn't his job. He had to cover others shifts many times during his time at the Factory. He was a security guard, but it isn't like they had great security anyway. He has been that, along with a janitor (A+ cleaning skills), a custodian (he couldn't save the slop they served, sadly), a desk clerk (customer service wasn't his forté, but he did an okay job regardless), and tour guide (surprisingly charismatic). So it was no surprise to Poppy that he took being a ranger just as seriously.

Eventually, the two made it to the source of the smoke. A small campfire, made of twigs, leaves, and small plushes. Plushes with big smiles. The smoke had a very pungent mixture of smells, it was like if you burnt down an entire Yankee Candle store. Pleasant, yet nauseating. At the fire were two figures, one tall, one short. As Angelo walked closer to them, he realized they weren't humans.

The tall figure was covered head to toe in pink fur. It had bulging, black eyes and big red lips. It was Kissy Missy, one of the attackers in the tape, yet, strangely, she wasn't covered in blood.

The other figure was incredibly worse for wear. They were missing their entire bottom half, only alive by what seemed to be luck. Luck, and a tight belt around its waist. Otherwise, it looked like a giant, orange dog. This was Dogday, the self-proclaimed "last" of the Smiling Critters.

"...I thought you said 'friend'. As in, singular. And why is THAT THING HERE?! SHE KILLED PEOPLE TOO, DIDN'T SHE?!"

"I did. They just helped. And no, she simply knocked them out. What's burning in the pile is what killed them."

"She's right," Dogday spoke, his voicebox still somewhat clear. "We 4 are the only ones who had a lick of common sense in that hellhole. But if I'm honest, I really hope I'm wrong."

"4? I"m not a part of this-"

"Not yet, you aren't!", a voice cried out. It sounded like a small child, yet there were none in sight. It was then that Kissy pulled out a small, multicolored toy phone, adorned with a smiley-face.

"That, Angelo, is my friend. The reason all of us are here."

"Hello! The name's Ollie! Pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"Great," Angelo thought to himself, "they even turned them into phones. How low could they go?"

"Uh, pleasure to meet you too. So, how in the everloving hell did you manage to form an escape plan. That, and, now that I realize it, how is Mr. Ray of Sunshine over there still alive?"

"Oh, I can answer both of those rather quickly. 1. I have ears everywhere, so I knew where everything is, was, or would be. That's also how I found out where you were, you weren't very subtle about your resignation plans. We found a spare box, had our message written, and Kissy delivered, great job on her part. As for Dogday, well, it's just luck. Luck, and a very tight belt."

"Okay. Now, why do you need me?"

"Also a simple question. You're the only one alive that we can trust. All of us got out, not just us, as Poppy may have mentioned to you. And they are all around us. Those critters in the fire? They only attacked us about an hour before you two got here. You need to make sure none of them hurt anyone. You were always good at that."

Angelo stood in silence for a moment. He wondered why fate had to rope him back in the clutches of Playtime again. Why he had to face the horrors head on, with no glass windows protecting him. Why? Because that"s just the way fate decided.

"I'll do it. It can"t be that hard, right?"

"Right. Now, one more thing. Do you have a needle and thread? Dogday needs to patch uo his wounds before we all depart."

Strangely enough, Angelo did. Thresd was the right shade of orange, too. He knows he didn't bring it. The doll must've slipped it in his pockets. Regardless, he got to work, and not long after, there was no need for that belt on Dogday.

The group, sans Angelo, said their goodbyes. Dogday crawled towards the hillside, a makeshift dagger made of wood in hand. Kissy wandered further into the woods. She could manage.

Ranger Angelo Floros, with a living doll and living phone in hand, went back into his cabin. How he would manage protecting a whole town from deadly toys while also doing his job was beyond him, all he wanted now was to get some good rest. He was going to need it. Dearly.

The End....?

[FURTHER SHORT STORIES YET TO COME! Up Next: Sundae: starring the Sun Dog]

[vintagerocker69]

Mick Jagger and Guitarist Keith Richards of rock band The Rolling Stones performing live at Earl's Court, London, UK, 25th MAy 1976. (Photo by John Minihan/Evening Standard/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

[stokesy55]

After going 0-1 after three balls, I’ll happily take 416 all out at stumps.

Loved Ducky’s 71 and Popey’s 120 - so thought I was getting a Stokesy century 😭

Good day of batting - always love seeing Mark go mad at the crease and just swinging at everything. His little hop on the back foot is always a sign he’s going full tilt

Now let’s see what tomorrow brings 🙌

[taistelutaide]

Santeri knocks out Olli

Olli tries his best to keep his distance, but Santeri's a pressure fighter and quickly wears the man down to the point where he barely can mount any defense. Olli's guard drops, and Santeri rushes in and beats him senseless, landing so many power punches as his arms hang limp at his sides that it's hard to tell which blow even knocked him out.