avast ye mateys

James Hook, twenty-four years old, Nightmare and business major.

[vengeanceofhook]

is there life or nah

[jeffbritta-deactivated20201018]

[chloes-scar]

…. But that’s none of my business

[vengeanceofhook]

“Whatever.”

[w-endymoira-blog]

“I wouldn’t put it that far,” her mouth fell agape at the rare sight; filling her to the brim with a feeling of warmth, a peculiar sense of unfamiliarity tied in with her astonishment. It had been the first time she’d ever seen him, truly, smile. Wendy hadn’t thought to acknowledge the gesture until it had been too late, and her hand slowly released from his own as she fell forward, looking back at him with a grin. “We may get there even sooner if you can manage to keep up with me, old man.”

[vengeanceofhook]

James smirked and jogged a little to catch up to her. “I’m only twenty-four, excuse you, Darling. I’m not an old man. I’m still youthful but not an insolent child like most of the imbeciles like most of the plebeians here.” James held his hands behind his back, glancing over at her every so often as they walked. He enjoyed her company. He really did. It was something more than that though and he knew it. Once they arrived to the docks James led her to his boat-- well one of them. His yacht specifically. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” James said hopping from the pier onto the deck. He held a hand out and helped her on board. “Watch your step, lass,” he told her, another smile coming on his face. A genuine one which were about as common as a blue moon for him. For some odd reason though, she gave him a reason to do it more often.

[w-endymoira-blog]

“Oh, I wasn’t concerned about that, but now that you have brought it up… I do believe your daily hospitality limit is near it’s close,” Wendy added, playfully. “I’d like that.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“My hospitality limit has been extended.” James smiled when she agreed to go with him. “It’s a date then,” he said half seriously. He took her hand carefully, his calloused fingers rough against her smooth ones. “It’s a short walk to the docks, and traffic is terrible this time of day.”

[w-endymoira-blog]

“I’d like to think not all men are the same, merely afraid of their own emotions– a conflict imposed onto themselves. If they were more open, it would be different.” Wendy paused, taken aback by the question; an adventure is something she always yearned for and her eyes seemed to scream the answer for him. “What did you have in mind?”

[vengeanceofhook]

“A ride on my boat. It’s at the docks. She’s a real beauty. I like to think I’m a man that admires beautiful things. I promise I won’t kill you or kidnap you like you seem to think I will.”

[w-endymoira-blog]

“He was different,” she answered. “Unlike his crew, whom of which were plagued by bloodlust and ill intention, he was consumed by everything. Every feeling, every thought, every almost. Every possibility. He was a man; a monster, though most would think otherwise. But he remained, well… beautiful.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“This man sounds unlike any other I’ve heard of before. All men are monsters though.. They hurt the people they care most deeply for, even if that person hasn’t the slightest clue they are cared for.” James licked his lips then bit down on his bottom one while he thought for a moment. “Would you like to go on an adventure, Wendy?”

[w-endymoira-blog]

“Mhm,” she hummed in affirmation. “Old man Noodler with his hands on backwards, Chas. Turly; a man able to only laugh from the wrong side of his mouth, Bill Jukes; covered head to toe in sunken ink, rumoured to have the names of some of his greatest kills encrypted into his skin. And their Captain—-” Her tone of voice inherited a peculiar demeanour as she neared closer, getting into the story; like any good storyteller. “He’s an entirely new sort of man.”

[vengeanceofhook]

James listened to the soft spoken girl tell her tale of fictional pirates. He felt relaxed. “What of this captain?” he requested. “How was he a new sort of man?”

[w-endymoira-blog]

“A far off land filled with enchantment; a tale of courage, of wonder. Where good triumphs over evil, and… and of pirates.” 

[vengeanceofhook]

“Pirates?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he did so.

[w-endymoira-blog]

“It’s an adventure.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“Where to?”

[gliss-snow-blog]

“Well that’s not good.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“I feel great.”

[heiressxleon-blog]

“He was. But did you have to make him storm off? I almost got him.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“Not my problem. He stole from me. It’s bad form.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“He was asking for it, to be fair. Quite funny if you ask me.”

[meladoodle]

no no no officer you don’t understand, this is medicinal meth

[theprincessbard]

Type your name into the new tumblr gif function and post the gif you get.

[vengeanceofhook]

[w-endymoira-blog]

“Beauty is only a matter of perception, everything can be beautiful if you look at it for long enough. It’s not the exterior that’s valuable.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“I may have been born at night, love, but I wasn’t born last night. You are telling me things I already know. I know how to appreciate a beautiful interior.”

[ohdangerousgirl]

“Your heavy breathing and staring would be quite unnerving if I didn’t have nerves of steel.” Looking up from her book Vidia narrowed her eyes, raising her eyebrow in a sarcastic fashion. “Seriously though, can you quit the Michael Myers thing, it’s so 1978.”

[vengeanceofhook]

“And here I thought young women like yourself were into the whole Edward Cullen thing still.” James made his way over to her table and sat next to her, draping an arm on the back of her chair. “Miss me, love?”