❛ chocolate truffle muffins or berrylicious blueberry muffins ? ❜ wendy inquired as she held the box filled with baked goodies open for zarina. it was a bit of a habit at this point; sending z a cryptic text ( in case anyone ----- hook ----- was reading along somehow ) which ultimately just meant wendy was bored or uninspired and wanted to hang out. she’d always make sure to bring something nice to eat as well, just because her motherly instincts kicked in and wendy thought it was a bit too rude to ask if hook had been feeding her properly. not to mention that she fancied herself a cupcake or two when staring at the sea and contemplating her life as well. ❛ how has your day been so far ? i’m pretty bummed out because my dad was at it again, but it’s nothing chocolate can’t fix, ❜ wendy explained with a sigh, taking a chocolate muffin for herself. ❛ d’you think we have enough money to rent ourselves a boat and live there ? just the two of us, but best in secret, probably. ❜
Growing up, Shock had a hard time making friends. Mostly because she didn’t try. As a teenager she’d outwardly abhorred the girlish rites of passage such as ( but not limited to ) school dances, cheerleading try-outs, and slumber parties; the only rituals of high school she HAD participated in at all were the spreading of shameless, false gossip and fist fights-- and most of her rumors, while grotesque, hadn’t been believable. Friends she had managed to make in the span of those years were mostly girls trying to hook up with her nasty brother. And she didn't count Lock or Barrel as friends.
The fact that she’d bonded with Zarina at all was some abnormal, questionable phenomenon. Despite Shock’s many, mentally listed reservations, she saw something corruptible in Zarina that she admired. She wasn’t bad-- but she wanted to be, and that was misguided enough for Shock to feel sentimental about. She was sort of half-smiling as she approached the house-boat, her nose wrinkled against the onslaught of rotting smell that emanated from the harbor-- but her face was stone-cold once she’d knocked her bony fist against the door.
owen → zarina ( 12:44 pm ) : you’re infuriating, do you know that?owen → zarina ( 12:44 pm ) : actually, i know that you know. i’m pretty sure you do it on purpose. you just love to get under people’s skin and ruin things for others. owen → zarina ( 12:44 pm ) : but that’s okay. some people can never seem to make themselves, or others, happy. just something you have to live with, i guess.
{ 9:45 AM } FLYNN : morning, sunshine. i was gonna get some breakfast. { 9:45 AM } FLYNN : wanna tag along?
AN UNSENT TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 12:45 PM || NOT DELIVERED } FLYNN : i will never stop loving you. i wish we would could turn back the clocks and start over. i would have told you i loved you the minute i knew. i wouldn’t have waited so long..i wouldn’t have stolen that necklace. most of all, i never would’ve taken our friendship for granted. you’re the only one i want. i’m sorry i was so fucking stupid.
A RUSHED TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 7:47 PM } FLYNN : i’m currently running to work because i am late...again!!{ 7:48 PM } FLYNN : i'll call you after my boss beats the shit out of me :)
A DRUNK TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 2:47 AM } FLYNN : hey blondieeee{ 2:47 AM } FLYNN : im at teh snuggly ducklng...and i relazied how much i missyou{ 2:48 AM } FLYNN : ansywas i loveyou. mabye we can talk lster.
A SUGGESTIVE TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 10:13 PM } FLYNN : you know, i love your sundresses. especially the short ones. i don’t know...they just do something to me. { 10:14 PM } FLYNN : jesus, that sounded a lot less creepy in my head. fuck.
A LATE NIGHT TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 1:14 AM } FLYNN : i couldn’t sleep again..and i guess maybe i thought you couldn’t either. { 1:14 AM } FLYNN : i miss all the nights we shared together.{ 1:15 AM } FLYNN : somehow this bed doesn’t feel the same without you.
A HATEFUL TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 8:15 PM } FLYNN : haven’t i given you enough time? { 8:15 PM } FLYNN : it feels like your punishing me with all these goddamn mixed signals. { 8:16 PM } FLYNN : i hate how it is between you and me now. i hate that i have to walk on eggshells around you.
A RANDOM TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 3:04 PM } FLYNN : i was thinking about our place. i miss it...{ 3:04 PM } FLYNN : more importantly, i miss you.
A SCARED TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 11:15 PM } FLYNN : i feel like i’m going to be stuck being a bartender and a thief forever. maybe that’s all i’m destined to be...just a mediocre fucking mess. { 11:16 PM } FLYNN : i’m so scared that this is all i can be. i’m afraid i can’t change.
A LOVING TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 6:05 PM } FLYNN : i just made the pasta your mom always cooks for me. { 6:06 PM } FLYNN : it doesn’t taste the same, but i think that’s because she makes it the best. { 6:06 PM } FLYNN : wow. i just realized how much i wish your parents were really mine too in a non incest type way. i love them a lot. i don’t know what i would’ve done without all of you.
A CURIOUS TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 4:53 PM } FLYNN : do you ever wonder what it would be like to have blonde hair again? { 4:53 PM } FLYNN : doesn’t matter to me. just curious. either way, you’re still beautiful.
AN EXCITED TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 9:31 PM } FLYNN : just got out of work a whole two hours earlier than expected!{ 9:31 PM } FLYNN : let’s celebrate with a movie night!
AN ACCIDENTAL TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 7:32 PM || TO MAXIMUS } FLYNN : hey fucker. i know i have to be nice to you or whatever...but my goal in life is to be the most difficult human ever because we both know you won’t do anything about it. pussy. { 7:35 PM } FLYNN : well. that was not meant for you.
A HEARTBREAKING TEXT → blondie🌻
{ 9:31 PM } FLYNN : rapunzel, please answer me. please. { 9:31 PM } FLYNN : i fucked up i know, but that doesn’t change how i feel about you. { 9:32 PM } FLYNN : please. don’t let this be the ending to our story. { 9:32 PM } FLYNN : i wanted us to be so much more than another one of my fuck ups.
the desire to search for the unknown. the flames of a fire that cannot be contained. the scent of gasoline and smoke swirling into one intoxicating aroma. late night drunken texts that mean exactly what they say. screaming at the top of one’s lungs, but not one sound comes out.
🅡🅐🅟🅤🅝🅩🅔🅛
the feeling of the warm sunshine on one’s face. freckles resembling the constellations in the sky. childlike laughter that is carried by the wind. the soft strum of a ukulele accompanied by a warm voice. hands speckled with vibrant paint colors. a dream that comes true over and over again.
can i just say... wOW. your characters and dedication bring me such joy and inspire me to be on because interacting with your characters and even just messaging you bRIGHTENS MY DAY. each character of yours has such depth and light to them *even the grump* and it literally shows everyone how much you care about your muses and how is that not something to look forward to? i'm so honored to just write with you and i just wow.. ALL THE LOVE TO YOU
SIREN !! this is so freakin’ sweet ? i can’t believe how nice this is omfg. thank you so so so so so much ? and just know that your charas are just as incredible as you claim mine are and boy this really is such an honor coming from you ? i’m never gonna get over this thank you :’)
