[criminalacts]

EVE’S   #CRIMINALACTS   is a multi-muse sideblog to   tenderments   composed of in-universe supporting characters.   please only follow if we’re already mutuals on olympia’s blog seeing as these muses are all directly related to her.   this blog is minimalistic with bare-bones bios for a reason as i want to do most of the character explorations through writing.   it will also be icon-less because i am Lazy.   per usual, please be 21+ to interact and use your discretion upon following, thank you.

links   …   for now, please assume same rules as olympia’s blog. main players (other blogs)   …   olympia beckett.     antonio la russa.     catarina caswell. more information   …   lore carrd. exclusives ... cduquesne.

PLEASE SEE BELOW FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION OF HOW THIS BLOG WORKS AND BRIEF MUSE BIOS.

BRIEF NOTE:

the purpose of this blog being a side-blog is to create an interconnected universe between your characters’ dynamic with olympia and the characters on this blog.   if your muse has a dynamic or knows olympia, you can assume that they know the muses in this roster as olympia’s friends.   if you want, both muses can also not know the other is connected to olympia.   i don’t mind assumed pre-established dynamics here and in fact prefer them.   if you’d like to have your muse’s dynamics be separate from their dynamic with olympia, please let me know upon following, otherwise i’ll just assume you opted into this interconnected universe thing.   also, keep in mind that while these muses are all based in new york or east coast adjacent, their locations can easily be adapted to your muse’s!   that’s all.   thank you for being here, mwah!

SUPPORTING CAST :

JOSEPHINE ‘JO’ GATLIN.   early to mid 30s.   unlabeled sexuality though unless you’re shipping with her, you can assume she is in a committed relationship with  benny jovillar.   prefers jo to josephine but you may call her either.   olympia’s older sister figure.   known in the criminal world as   the broker,   the person behind popular crime web server   THE FIRM.   essentially, she matchmakes criminals with those who need their dirty work handled for them.   most will not know her criminal identity unless plotted otherwise.   aside from running the firm, she also owns, manages, and occasionally bartends for brooklyn based dive bar   HENRY’S TAVERN   and sometimes gets called upon by the broadway orchestra to perform   first chair violin   for a few nights.   on top of all of this, she is the first-born daughter of robert gatlin, ceo of   GATLIN CONSOLIDATED   and has a sizable trust fund from her family’s business ventures.   looks suspiciously like imogen poots.

MIGUEL ZAPATA.   late 20s to early 30s.   bisexual but leans toward men.   sometimes called miggy or ‘guel, depending on who he’s speaking to.   olympia’s best friend.   known in the criminal world as   EL JAGUAR,   a now retired drug dealer who used to run with   the latin saints.   still has his connections though.   his family is considered royalty in the drag racing world, with his brother running a mechanic shop in northern new york and his sister and cousins running the game.   he occasionally joins them but prefers to provide bird’s eye traffic updates in the air.   can fly a helicopter.   his day job is working for   HENRY’S TAVERN   as a sous chef / dishwasher.   looks suspiciously like diego calva.

BENIGNO ‘BENNY’ JOVILLAR.   early to mid 30s.   pansexual, prefers women though unless you’re shipping with him, you can assume he is in a committed relationship with jo gatlin.   olympia’s older brother figure.   known in the criminal world as   ALON,   a tagalog word meaning wave, a skilled hired gun who prefers to snipe his victims and provide a clean kill in this sense.   he also holds a day job as a crime scene cleaner for the nypd.   while he goes on plenty of missions on his own, he does also accompany olympia a lot and eliminates those who might get in her way during a heist.   looks suspiciously like manny jacinto.

HEART BEAUMONT.   late 20s to early 30s.   bisexual.   olympia’s biological second cousin (their fathers are first cousins).   for the longest time, she and olympia did not know of each other and thus don’t have much of a relationship.   she and her father, a cia agent named   HARRISON BEAUMONT   kinda have savior complexes as they wanted to get olympia away from the criminal world.   but they all know the consequences of doing so, and how the beaumonts were powerless against the top companies that participate in the criminal underworld of those in high societies.   so, she joined them instead, using her work as a   PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR   and former   GOSSIP JOURNALIST   to provide valuable intel about rivals and jobs alike.   she’s often hired for surveillance and to case scenes before heists go down.   known in the criminal world as   NEPTUNE.   looks suspiciously like victoria pedretti.

GIANNA LOMBARDI. mid to late 20s. lesbian. olympia's friend, antonio's cousin. olympia got her during their breakup. she's olympia's unofficial stylist, treats her more like a doll than anything. gianna is a wannabe stylist who studied fashion in nyu. loves parties and networking, always judges people's poor outfit choices. looks suspiciously like amanda arcuri.

[notmorbid]

superman (2025).

dialogue prompts from superman (2025).

i put _____ on to soothe you.

i love you more than heaven. i love you more than land.

what the hey, dude!

i thought i told you to keep an eye on ____.

we've done what we need to do.

you've gotta get out of here. it's not safe.

you did so good!

hey, loser.

what do you got against adverbs?

what are chitlins?

don't be a stranger.

what's particularly bad for business is dying.

breakfast for dinner is your favorite.

you won't fool everyone forever.

i'll let you interview me.

now you're being dishonest.

i wasn't representing anybody except for me.

i'd like to change the subject, if i could.

you're referring to yourself in third person now?

you have to say 'off the record' beforehand, not afterward.

you know that one specifically irritates me.

this is what you do every time you get faced with conflict: you get mad, you pout, and then you leave.

i told you i wasn't good at relationships.

this is a restricted area.

nothing's felt right since ____ showed up.

deep, slow breaths. you're gonna be fine.

good gosh, there's gotta be a better way to do this.

how's it going with that guy you were seeing?

this has to be bs.

i'm so sorry, man.

you are not punk rock.

i question everything and everyone.

you trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is like, beautiful.

i'm gonna turn myself in.

i love you. i probably should have told you that a long time ago.

your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.

that's way too much sugar.

i party like a rockstar, choirboy.

_____ wrote a blog about me.

i really don't understand why you stay in that relationship.

you put nanobot gps trackers in your friend's bloodstream?

i'm not even sure how i feel, honestly.

just to be clear, i'm not into people's emotions.

i guess you decided to help.

why are you still gross-looking?

you look like shit.

you came to get me.

you'll heal, but it'll take a day or two.

i have everything we need to ruin _____ forever.

you're just a big old mush.

your hot ex is a genius.

i've never seen you sleep that long.

you don't seem quite yourself.

i'm not who i thought i was.

parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. we're here to give y'all tools, to help you make fools of yourselves all on your own.

your choices, your actions: that's what makes you who you are.

i couldn't be more proud of you.

there's something on the box you might wanna see.

i cleaned your boots. i'll go get 'em for you.

not sure where we're gonna land, when the world is gone.

it's not too late for you.

i called in some friends.

i'm aware envy consumes my every waking moment.

my envy is a calling.

what are you smirking at, you idiot?

brain beats brawn. sorry, chump.

this ain't playtime. quit messing around.

i'm not messing around. i'm doing important stuff.

i'm as human as anyone.

i screw up all the time, but that is being human. and that's my greatest strength.

none of this matters, you patronizing clown.

the one thing conservatives and liberals can finally agree on: _____ sucks.

hey. i love you, too.

what the hell, dude?

if i had any emotional capacity whatsoever, i'd be concerned.

darn it, i can be such a jerk sometimes.

[cduquesnearchive]

Verdants remained fixated through the lens of her Leica microscope.⠀ ⠀ A moment passed, just a second, before her gaze drifted to the coffee cup Benny had placed in front of her.⠀ ⠀ Dark roast, half cream.⠀ ⠀ Just the way she liked it.

Lithe fingers curled around the cup, the paper temperate against her skin. ⠀ ⠀ WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU FELT WARM?⠀ ⠀ She reached for it not as an act of acceptance or recognition, but to anchor herself.⠀ ⠀ Something to hold onto as the ground beneath her shifted.⠀ ⠀ If she hadn’t, she feared the earth would swallow her whole.

Her jaw tightened as she finally met his gaze.⠀ ⠀ That once glowing mien, the sunlight-kissed hair, the heart-melting smile, the look and teasing tone that could light up any room;⠀ ⠀ All of it gone.⠀ ⠀ What remained was distance, coldness.⠀ ⠀ Where her smile once reached wide, her honeyed drawl would welcome him in;⠀ ⠀ Now replaced by a frigid wall, made even harder by the sound of his voice.⠀ ⠀ “Cal”⠀ ⠀ He said, as if it didn’t hurt, as if it didn’t break.⠀ ⠀ As if Calleigh didn’t wake up at midnight, drenched in sweat, body shivering, mind replaying every moment they shared, again and again.⠀ ⠀ Heart caught between anger and longing, hurt and confusion.⠀ ⠀ The betrayal settled deep in her bones, breaking her heart in a way she’d never felt before.⠀ ⠀ It lingered, festered beneath the steel.⠀ ⠀ But she would meet him head-on.⠀ ⠀ With precision, with resilience;⠀ ⠀ With quiet strength.⠀ ⠀ Duquesne women do not break, they burn.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”⠀ ⠀ Her tone was even, controlled.⠀ ⠀ “You think you can walk in here, bring me coffee, and what?⠀ ⠀ That’s gonna make it okay?”

The weight of her words hung in the room, thick and suffocating.⠀ ⠀ Her green eyes held his as her hands moved from the coffee cup to the insides of her lab coat pockets.⠀ ⠀ A separation, a detachment.⠀ ⠀ What came next was the coup de grâce to the already crumbling foundation.⠀ ⠀ “So what now, Benny?⠀ ⠀ What will you do now?⠀ ⠀ Get rid of me just like you did with everything else?”⠀ ⠀ She knew her words would hurt him.⠀ ⠀ She knew, somewhere deep in the recesses of her heart, that somehow it was all still real.⠀ ⠀ The care, the love.⠀ ⠀ But she was already gone.⠀ ⠀ She had given too much.⠀ ⠀ Trusted too deeply.⠀ ⠀ And this time, there was no coming back from it.

[criminalacts]

he studies her as if he were the investigator   and she were the subject,  looking for any signs of forgiveness,  or at the very least,  warmth.   their gazes meet,  and while he had never known green to be a cold color,  it certainly is when it's staring back at him,  in calleigh's eyes that seem  devoid of the affection they once held for him.   there's a question that hangs in the air between them,  one he knows better than to ask:   where do we go from here?

he doesn't want to believe it will stay like this forever.   that she'll never forgive him,  that they'll never go back to the friendship they had after this circumstance.   when a bridge is burnt,  could it be rebuilt?   and if it does,  would it be the same as it was before?   or would it be unstable because of its ruined foundation?

he takes a sip of the coffee in his own hand as though it would help,  as if it would dissolve the lump that had lodged in his throat.   is it possible to salvage a sinking ship?   or are people right for jumping off before they go down with it?   her words sting him as she speaks,  this assumption that he would discard of her like she's nothing but remnants of a crime scene,  like she doesn't matter.   it's written in the way his eyes redden.

❝  i don't quit on people i care about,  ❞   he responds simply,  voice quiet,  almost afraid that she'd hear him.   sometimes,  benny thinks that maybe he shouldn't have befriended her in the first place.   that he should have cared enough to have left her alone from the beginning.   then there wouldn't be three broken hearts between them now.

❝  i just  ———  ❞   he stops for a second.   what does he want?   what's he going to do after this?   there are too many questions with no real answers.   part of him wishes there's a password hidden somewhere,  something to say that would make everything better,  or at the very least do.   but there's no use in making wishes now,  when calleigh is right in front of him,  waiting on an answer.   his mouth parts in a sigh as he attempts to speak again.   ❝  i don't know what to do.   tell me what to do,  cal.   how do i make this better?  ❞

[mcflymemes]

"CONCRETE JUNGLE [THE OST]" BY BAD OMENS PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

isn't it strange to create something that hates you?

i'm already level with god.

i know your imperfections.

baby, i'm the only future you've got.

i'm more powerful every minute.

i am everything that you're not.

happiness is an illusion.

you are nothing more than a thought.

history already forgot.

you've been running from me

i'm here whether you like it or not.

now it's too late for you to stop.

everyone hates you.

i am not alone.

i can't get away from it.

old friends are just a memory that i didn't need.

i can't be saved.

we're bored when we're sober.

what else have we got?

baby, you drive me crazy.

can you hear me through the white noise?

you're lost without it.

i can't think straight.

play with fire and you'll get burned.

it's your turn.

all i did was pull the trigger.

don't ask for my pity when i'm not the only sinner.

i love the look on your face when i'm tempting you.

maybe i'm sick. maybe i'm already dead.

i'm not really scared of what comes next.

keep it real close to your chest.

i like to keep some real bad company.

there's no meaning.

breathe it in.

you know it'll happen again.

i thought i saw you.

follow me home or stay, i don't care either way.

what if i stop breathing?

what could it change?

i never needed you to be anything more than human.

i wanna finally sleep now.

our time was always out of reach.

despite my efforts, i'm still dreaming.

there is nothing else left inside.

you want to hurt me?

you want to take me home?

no use in trying to fight me.

you look lonely and sleazy.

you mean what you say.

turn me inside out.

i adore you.

if i wanna be great, i don't wanna be me.

can you hear me?

i gave you way too many chances.

it wasn't enough.

i still wanted more.

i'll make the same mistakes.

lying is hard, and the truth comes out anyway.

i miss the way you say my name.

will we both go home alive?

i thought i could change.

love's the death of peace of mind.

you come and go in waves.

i'm taking it slowly.

you know they're gone.

what's the difference?

all i know is bad decisions.

i'm only human.

i may never learn from all my mistakes.

everything has a price.

i can try my best to just pretend.

will you drown me out?

i know the pain.

just pretend.

i can wait for you at the bottom.

would you say i'm worthy?

[soulmissed]

august eats his burger, nibbling away with a squirrel-like smile. truth be told, the boy can’t make head or tails of when he’d snagged his last meal. (a long, long while. based upon the ravenous ferocity with which teeth sink into sesame bread and beef patty.) can wrestled into hand, he gulps his soda. “ olympia took me fishin’. ” drawled soft, fond. “ hell of an adventure, that. ”

brows do wriggle at onion ring, mac and cheese comments. needle point grinning. “ your sister had her own vision. me, personally, couldn’t dig it. too many textures clashin’. ” the boy finishes his final piece of his hamburger. french fries scatter the container box. that’ll be saved and snacked on.

august leans back with a hand across his stomach. “ that was – ” a deep breath instead of a crude belch. it was a substantially big burger. “ – good grub, homie. ”

[criminalacts]

there's a fondness that grows within benny as he watches auggie   &   the two of them share their meal.   it's a wonderful thing,  to sit   &   eat with someone.   benny's pretty sure that's why  the last supper  is a huge thing,  but he won't go around saying it.   he's nodding as the boy mentions olympia,  brows raise as he nods to show slight surprise.     ❝  shit,  i didn't know she could fish.   y'all catch anything good?   my grandpa back home,  before he died,  loved fishing   &   he used to bring over what he caught so my mom could cook it.   kind of wild to see them like that.  ❞

he shrugs his shoulders as he finishes the food himself.   jo had always made faces when he ate,  especially after a long shift from his actual day job,  scrubbing evidence from crime scenes.   he didn't really have much time for break during his shift,   &   with the things he sees,  there isn't much of an appetite either.   so,  when he finally gets to it,  it often looks like a massacre of carbs   &   protein.     ❝  i hear you about the textures.  ❞

a light laugh parts benny's mouth as auggie burps,  his typical kid-like humour coming out.     ❝  nice,  ❞   he said.   ❝  we should go for some dessert.   some ice cream sounds good right now.   have you ever had ube before?  ❞

[heustons]

Jacob Elordi & Diego Calva as Julius & Henry ON SWIFT HORSES (2024) dir. Daniel Minahan

[soulmissed]

august flips the container open, picks up the burger. grease smudges paper. he instantly tries a bite. too famished to talk. “ mm, mm, mm. ” quiet, sing-along drawl. “ i was starved, bro. ” another bite took, the boy pops the tab from soda. (waterfalls it since aluminum against his teeth hurts. sensory issue.)

burger between fingers: “ yes, friends. and olympia is a great friend, honestly. ” his penny brown gaze feather flutter light. tipping top bun sideways, he stacks a handful of fries upon meat patty. “ fries on burger. life-changer. ” boyish laugh curtains his southern accent.

[criminalacts]

benny waits to see if auggie likes the food before taking a bite from his own burger, just in case the boy needs something.   a smile forms across his features as he watches auggie devour the food before taking a bite of his own burger.   “  yeah, she's a great friend,  ”   he nods along.

as auggie continues to speak, benny can't help but look over as the boy puts the fries into his burger.   the older man copies him, separating the bun for a moment as he placed a layer of fries into the burger, before putting the top back on.   he takes a bite and nods.   “  oh, that  is  good!  ”   he lets out a soft laugh as he pops the tab on his own can of soda, taking a gulp.   “  my little sister used to put onion rings on her burgers.   or mac and cheese.   i think it's a bit too much,  but she doesn't seem to think so.   would you eat something like that?  ”

[he1st]

THE  JOVILLAR  SIBLINGS   ( from  left  to  right ) :

benigno  “ benny ”  efren  magalona  jovillar ferdinand  lloyd  “ ferdie  /  lloydie ”  magalona  jovillar mahalina  “ love ”  joy  magalona  jovillar

[emziess]

Victoria Pedretti as Dani Clayton The Haunting of Bly Manor

[haysaprocky]

[criminalacts]

HENRY'S  TAVERN  EMPLOYEES.

TOP  ROW :

ANITA  ' ANNIE '  MORENO.   early  20s.   fashion  student  at  fordham  university,  part-time  waitress.   likes  to  draw  doodles  on  the  bar  menu.   everybody's  best  friend.

DANIEL  ' DANNY '  LEVIN.   early  40s.   assistant  manager / bartender,  jo's  second  in  command.   your  stereotypical  disenchanted  bartender.   kind  of  a  bummer  as  he's  trying  to  educate  everyone  around  him.

DREW  ARCHER.   early  20s.   dishwasher.   got  kicked  out  of  the  military  for  recreational  marijuana  usage,  now  trying  to  figure  out  what  to  do  with  his  life.

BOTTOM  ROW :

MIGUEL  ' MIGGY '  ZAPATA.   early  30s.   chef,  former  drug  dealer  often  recruited  by  jo's  clients.   the  only  one  there  who  knows  the  broker  apart  from  olympia.   just  trying  to  find  normalcy  in  life  and  enjoy  himself  after  he  got  what  he  wanted  from  the  criminal  world.

PAISLEY  ROMERO.   early  30s.   waitress.   always  says  she's  going  to  quit  but  never  actually  puts  in  her  two - week  notice.   always  thought  she  was  gonna  be  at  a  different  place  in  her  life.

VERONICA  ' RONNIE '  GRAHAM.   mid  30s.   executive  chef.   wife  to  a  hollywood  actor.   just  wants  to  live  a  normal  life  away  from  the  glamor  and  do  what  she  loves.   a  workaholic  and  almost  professional  kickboxer.   treats  every  employee  ( olympia  included )  like  her  own  family  and  is  willing  to  fight  anyone  for  them.

[criminalacts]

with olympia's cousin,  the actual investigator of the group,  busy with her own cases, miguel is left to do her work.   it's josephine's idea to keep an eye on the boy that had piqued olympia's interest.   and what kind of a best friend would he be if he declined the task that jo had specifically assigned to him?   though if he were to be honest, he would prefer to stay out of it.   let it crash and burn if it's going to.   that's not up to him.

but of course, with the dangers that olympia's life poses, there's a certain level of caution that needs to be exercised by each member of their friend group.   jo isn't convinced he's innocent or squeaky clean like his records supposedly show.   so, he's here, at  the metropolitan museum of art,  wandering around the place until he spots the boy whose face he's only seen through the bar's security footage.   leave it to josephine to be resourceful and a bit frightening.   “   excuse me, do you work here?   ”   he says, acting clueless.   his eyes land on the name tag, relieved to be right.   “   right.   uh, i'm trying to book a private tour for my friends and i.   they've never been to new york.   do you guys do those here?   ”

starter for @waywate. <3

[criminalacts]

the rational mind knows it's a terrible idea.   the last thing benny wants is to cause a scene or pour salt on an already deep wound.   he can admit where he and olympia went wrong.   he can admit that this is all his fault and no one else's.   he's the one who got close to calleigh, he's the one who introduced the women to each other.   no matter how the story is spun, it always starts with him.   in his line of work, leaving evidence is a huge mistake.   this footprint of his in their story, this tragedy, is one he can't afford.

he stayed up the night before, going over the details with josephine.   their best bets, the next move.   a question was brought up, hanging in the air.   how long until calleigh has enough evidence to pin the lombardi club to the various crimes they've facilitated or committed in the time they've been in miami?   how long until his affiliation with the group becomes something logged in a courtroom?

he enters the lab with a couple coffees in hand, prepared the way she likes it.   his eyes survey the area until he lands on her blonde hair.   a quick breath is drawn as he prepares himself to make contact.   he hasn't seen her since they found olympia, he hasn't known what to say that he hasn't already said.   even now, he's at a loss for words.

“   hey, cal,   ”   he greets with a weak, guilt-ridden half-smile as he places one of the coffee cups near her.   he knows he's long lost the right to call her by that name, but old habits die hard.   and the fondness dies harder.   “   look, i know i'm the last person you wanna see right now but i just...   ”   there's a pause as he takes another breath.   “   i just can't not talk to you.   please?   ”

starter for @cduquesne   <3

[criminalacts]

benny exits henry's tavern with a couple of white to go boxes.   both have the same thing, a burger and some fries.   there's a couple cold cans of soda in his jacket pocket, too.   he walks over to the child with a friendly smile across his features.   he would've invited the kid in, but  something about taking a child into a bar feels wrong,  and he isn't particularly sure how jo and the other employees would feel about that.   he's almost certain there's a law about kids at bars, but well,  it's not like he really knows anything about that.

“   hey, little man.   i got us lunch,   ”   he greets as he hands auggie one of the boxes.   “   i hope you like burgers and fries, and if you don't, i can get miggy to make you something else.   they have great pasta over there, too.   ”   benny sits down next to auggie, opening his own box and opening the burger to put the condiments from the small sachets in it.   “   olympia says you're her friend.   that true?   any friend of hers is a friend of mine.   ”

starter for @soulmissed.   <3

[eriswrites]

i just can't wait for that day when my friends finally get all the love back that they always give.

SCREENPLAY DYNAMICS.   olympia & miguel.

[bellamysgriffin]

Dana Watches Gilmore Girls: I’m OK, You’re OK (6x17)

[criminalacts]

i think i'm gonna add gianna to the main roster because i miss her <3 basically she's olympia's friend and antonio's cousin, but olympia won her in the breakup <3