#oliver swift ask blog

[bodacious-ringading]

" Chat I'm in the backrooms. Send help. I might freak the monster. "

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

this is your dad are you okay with this

“I would be far more okay with it if I hadn’t seen that. Save that for m’, Pops..”

He put his head in his hands with a loud ass sigh.

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

all ya gotta do is say blackbeak

“BET.

BLACKBEAK.”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

h-hey, oliver..!

@ask-randy-jadee

“Hey there, Rad-ny! Need somethin’, my man? Or didja jus’ feel like stoppin’ by?”

[bodacious-ringading]

[ [ Olive man, I see you require wildflowers and a red worm on a string.

" How did you know that's exactly what I needed in my day-to-day life. "

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

SHALAZOOM (/ref)

you are now fleshheaded

“Sickkkkk.. This ain’t so bad..”

He smiled, showing off the gap in his front teeth. An eyepatch covered his left eye and the one that remained in sight was light brown in color. His round face was framed by his bleach blonde hair that turned a reddish-brown at the roots. He had a short mullet that fell over his shoulders, his fez sitting proudly atop it all. His cheeks were dappled with freckles and acne could be found along his forehead and chin.

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

You. Where is the one who owns the bunny.

“Mr. Dickens? M’ pops? Uh, he should be in the back jus’ give me a sec..”

He walks off into the aforementioned “back.”

// @whathedickens

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

what kind of meat are you cut from

(in reference to your bio)

“Let’s just say.. a different kind.”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

🫵 catboy

“N’ what of it, huh? Scared of a lil’ catboy?”

He leans his head into his hands, purposely moving his tail behind him to show off the jingling bell attached to it.

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

yo. uh. billys....wasted. hes drunk.

“Wait, what the fuck. I LEFT FOR, LIKE, A FEW DAYS? AT MOST? AND THIS IS WHAT’S HAPPENING? HUH?”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

I am autism.

I’m visible in your children, but if I can help it, I am invisible to you until it’s too late.

I know where you live.

And guess what? I live there too.

I hover around all of you.

I know no color barrier, no religion, no morality, no currency.

I speak your language fluently.

And with every voice I take away, I acquire yet another language.

I work very quickly.

I work faster than pediatric aids, cancer, and diabetes combined

And if you’re happily married, I will make sure that your marriage fails.

“ARE YOU JUST QUOTING THE FUCK-ASS AUTISM SPEAKS AD?”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

your dad has the most potent balls in the world i dont think that man needed to be trans to get pregnant by him

“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ KIDDING. MY DAD DIDN’T MAKE REAL LIFE CIS MPREG.”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

" . . . dude ? the fuck is going on and the fuck is up with you ? "

[ here comes the annoying 8 year old that oliver can vent to ! he wont mind , honestly ! ]

- [ @colossalbilly ]

“I don’t even know anymore, kiddo. M’ jus’.. overwhelmed? I guess? M’ not too sure what’s goin’ on with me, I can’t fuckin’ tell.”

His voice breaks off at the end a bit, but its fine! Oliver has quickly regained his composure. He’s in the same boat as everyone else though; emotionally drained.

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

my dad refers to randy as the sad lil chap n you as the lil movie chap, how do you feel abt this info movie monsieur

“Is.. Is your dad also Mr. Dickens??”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

gives you a bowl full of hamster food

“.. I’ll eat this for 20 bucks.”

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

whaddup olive man

“WHADDUP??? THAT ART IS SICK AS FUCK, DUDE!”