Oliver wants to be everyone's friend, he just... has no idea how to be.
He's a paleontology field tech, museum gift shop connoisseur, video game trivia aficionado, and he's eager to increase his therapy sessions from twice monthly to once a week despite being too anxious to broach the subject with his therapist.
With his awkward disposition and penchant for yapping, he tends to fall on the outside of social circles, but an overseas caving expedition is granting him a rare chance to get closer to his colleagues. As long as he can keep his mouth shut about how afraid he is of caves...
UM so i didn't write today but i DID make an official height chart for the main CavernousWIP cast
Taglist (bc I have not given y'all anything in a while so heres this 😭): @ultimatecryptid , @kainablue , @alcwrites, @saraheadriance, @maxgraybooks, @thelaughingstag, @artbyeloquent, @ellierenae, @calico-fiction @wildswrites @galaxy-writer @crazybunchwriting @rainbowsnowflake
He loathed this more than anything, staying at the palace in his childhood room, pretending like things were the way they once had been. This place was a vault of memories. Everything here filled him with a sour nostalgia - the pillows, the rug, the gossamer curtains framing the balcony, the spiced aroma of the candles…
As he turned over, his black silken hair fell over his face, and he remembered what it had felt like, the first time he’d shared this bed. The weight of another warm body beside him. How many years now had it been? Six? Seven? It seemed impossible. In three months he’d turn twenty-five and everything would change again. He understood why his father wanted him home now, more than ever, but it didn’t change the bitterness he felt in his chest each time he thought about what lay in store for him in the coming months.
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Joanna couldn’t get over how much she envied Carmen, with her hair pulled into a sleek little top knot, her flawlessly matte almond-brown complexion, and her prim little vintage blouse tucked into high-waisted distressed jeans. Even her lipstick was perfect after thirteen hours in an airplane. Half the reason she’d agreed to come on this trip was the chance to spend some real work hours with Carmen finally. They’d all, apparently, had the same idea.
Irina yanked a plastic folder out of her secondary bag, interrupting their hug, and held it aloft amidst the group - herself, Joanna, Carmen and Oliver - with some bravado.
“The itinerary,” she declared, before opening it up to rattle off a long list of locations and times they were expected to hit in the next several days. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the location of the cave site added complications to an otherwise run-of-the-mill geology expedition. But, these were problems for tomorrow.
why write scenes from my yet unfinished first installment when i can write lengthy oliver dialog scenes that will maybe one day fall somewhere in the middle of book 2
Share photos of your OC’s favorite hobby, favorite genre of music, favorite weather, favorite clothing style. Then tag four people and change up any one of the four favorite things categories for the next round!
Here's Ollie's!!!
(tagging @happyorogeny since you mentioned wanting to know more about him!)
video games // crowd-pleaser upbeat pop (especially boy bands!) // cozy inside while it rains outside // oversized unfussy loungewear
I'll tag: @writer-artemis @kainablue @circa-specturgia @calicojackofficial and anyone else who wants to play!
For you guys, go ahead and swap out genre of music for favorite childhood memory!
