Beastly Features

Oliver Blake. 20. Brother to Andrew Blake. Black-eyed Werewolf.

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

M!A: Your character can only tell the truth.

I wish I was an only child. Everything would be so much easier.

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

katie-claws:

You didn’t see me earlier. There was a whole…fork fiasco, I think I really freaked the locals out.

But no, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, Oli. This is just- It’s a part of the plan. You trust Frederick, don’t you? He’d never let anything happen to us. This is just, magic. Tomorrow everything’ll be back to normal. We just have to stay safe for today, okay?

Like... the little mermaid? Because that’s actually kinda hot. 

I trust Frederick, of course. Magic. Right. The one thing I still can’t entirely grasp. Or maybe I just don’t like that they don’t accept invites. How about we stay safe in my apartment with some Mario Kart and pizza? 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

jakehowell-ing:

Nah, you’re givin’ off a pretty gnarly vibe here man. I hope you ain’t like this all the time.

No, man. I’m just- I guess I forgot how much it sucks to be human. I feel like I was floating in a pool before and then someone just drained all the water out and I slammed to the bottom of the pool. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

ambersclaws:

Really? I could have sworn there was something irritating echoing around here but sure. A little dramatic though. You can white knuckle it until tomorrow, I believe in you. Just try and not get any papercuts.

When have you not known me to be a little dramatic? I was in theatre, ya know. Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow? Am I dying? 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

the-biggestbaddest-wolf:

Oh, I had an inkling. Remember to lay low today, Oliver. Stay out of trouble and hold your tongue. It’s going to be a long day.

You sound like you’ve gotten the worst of it, but I’m sure after I take a nap this will all be over. Wish I could’ve done that for the last one. Damn, I was a dick. How about you? Your dream- or whatever.

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

ryyyan-mitchell:

Katie dump you? Shame.

No. Guess she likes me or something.

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

nikki-garcia:

Like… with excitement or anger? …Fear?

It was anger at first, but now-now it’s definitely settling into fear. Yup. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

disclaimer: changing oliver’s fc to robbie amell 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

heavenly-hayes:

Oliver? Oliver Blake?

Gen-Genny, uh, hi! What brings you to.. this neck of the woods?

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

charlotte-the-confused:

Oliver? Are you okay? You seem…off.

If by off, you mean pretty human, then you’d be correct. I think. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

You can’t tell, but I’m screaming inside. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

What did I do wrong? How do we get it back? I think-I think I’m lost with it.

You’re so calm. I’m usually the calm one. What happened here?

@katie-claws

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

mini-mcarthur:

Are you talking about your penis? Are you talking about your dick? Your junk? Your python? The lady killer? Your womb broom? Just say it, brah. What are you wanting from me? Use your words. No beating around the bush. Do I look like a girl that enjoys wasting time? You wanna put your disco stick in my hand, you come out and say it. Cause I’ll do it. I’ll do it. Watch me.

Actually. -goes and whispers in her ear- I was talking about some coke or a blunt. Didn’t want to get everyone’s attention, just yours. -leans back- But if all you want is my, what did you call it? Womb broom. Then by all means, go for it. Then again, it seems like you’re high already. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

norawhitby:

I don’t kiss boys, perv. Only girls get that privilege.

Ah, too bad. My loss then, right? I’m honestly usually better at telling. My bad.  Let me make it up to you. Need a wingman? 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

charlotte-the-confused:

I guess they did. Hmmm. You are? I never would have realized that if you hadn’t spelled it out. Well, I suppose that’s a fair enough price to pay.

I don’t see a reason we’re waiting then. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

blair-fisher:

Wow. Rude much. And asshole much. Aren’t you a little old to be hanging out a high school party?

Aren’t you a little ugly to be asking anybody questions about what they’re doing? Nosey bitch. Just stay out of my way. 

[oliver-blackeyed-blake]

charlotte-the-confused:

Oooh. Princess. You’re making me feel fancy. I like that. How do I know that I can trust you though? My mom always warned me about talking to strangers.

Huh, guess my parents forgot to teach me that lesson before they died. I’m just trying to help you out and also possibly get you naked. If you don’t want to, then good luck with the stain.