Wren Carter

"Well now, you seem to have the hair tricks. I might need to be taking notes. Does it take a lot of gel?"

@wren-weaver

"My hair actually just grows like that. Dunno how the fuck it decided that- but whenever I cut it, it instantly grows back to this length and style. Fuckin weird, I'm just glad I haven't wanted to change it, cuz I can't."

"Oof, honey I've been there. I got this homemade wax I use for my braids though, and it's a miracle maker. I tell you what, I'll bring you some and we can try a few things without havin' to cut it?"

He shrugged.

"I mean.. I'd suppose I'd like not gettin' called a cat anymore."

He ran his hands over the cowlicks in his hair.

"Everyone says they're cat ears. Everyone."

"Cat?" She pouts and steps closer. Reaching up, she delicately tugs at a few strands of his hair (and ignores this god like voice in her head reminding the room that you should always ask for consent before touching someone but Wren is a character). "I don't see it. I do see washed up bachelor. I'm gonna buy you a hair mask and a clean shirt, hmm?" She reaches for his nearest drink, smirks, and sips it, leaving black lipstick on the rim. "And a bottle. Tequila or whiskey?"

He flinches as she tugs on his hair, looking confused, but not exactly pulling away. He looks even more confused as she points out what she sees him as.

He opens his mouth to protest, when she asks what kind of drink he wanted. Damn. Now the offer got good.

"I- don't know what your fuckin game is, but if ya buyin me whiskey.. don't think I'll complain."

"Game?" That pout returns. She puts her hands on her hips, looking as if she were an adult scolding a child. "Thats rude to assume its a game. Im offering to buy you Crown - not the original but the vanilla one? I couldn't walk after..." Wren hesitates. Had it been 4 or 5 shots when she lost count?

He scoffed.

"Most people offering me a drink are usually playing some kind of game. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. The vanilla one's nice, actually. That'd be great."

#of COURSE #do i look like a sinner?#...dont answer that

"It could be a game if you want it to be." Wren's manner becomes softer. More understanding instead of her usual fire and whimsy. "I...get lonely sometimes. I guess I just want to make a friend."

"Well now, you seem to have the hair tricks. I might need to be taking notes. Does it take a lot of gel?"

@wren-weaver

"My hair actually just grows like that. Dunno how the fuck it decided that- but whenever I cut it, it instantly grows back to this length and style. Fuckin weird, I'm just glad I haven't wanted to change it, cuz I can't."

"Oof, honey I've been there. I got this homemade wax I use for my braids though, and it's a miracle maker. I tell you what, I'll bring you some and we can try a few things without havin' to cut it?"

He shrugged.

"I mean.. I'd suppose I'd like not gettin' called a cat anymore."

He ran his hands over the cowlicks in his hair.

"Everyone says they're cat ears. Everyone."

"Cat?" She pouts and steps closer. Reaching up, she delicately tugs at a few strands of his hair (and ignores this god like voice in her head reminding the room that you should always ask for consent before touching someone but Wren is a character). "I don't see it. I do see washed up bachelor. I'm gonna buy you a hair mask and a clean shirt, hmm?" She reaches for his nearest drink, smirks, and sips it, leaving black lipstick on the rim. "And a bottle. Tequila or whiskey?"

He flinches as she tugs on his hair, looking confused, but not exactly pulling away. He looks even more confused as she points out what she sees him as.

He opens his mouth to protest, when she asks what kind of drink he wanted. Damn. Now the offer got good.

"I- don't know what your fuckin game is, but if ya buyin me whiskey.. don't think I'll complain."

#....i dunno #good morning lol i have risen baby girl #time for the 3rd shift #real mun drinking last week

"Game?" That pout returns. She puts her hands on her hips, looking as if she were an adult scolding a child. "Thats rude to assume its a game. Im offering to buy you Crown - not the original but the vanilla one? I couldn't walk after..." Wren hesitates. Had it been 4 or 5 shots when she lost count?

I love T-breaks.

This is your invite to join me for hot boxing too

ivy-rose-walker

I smell sumfin good...

Is it the flower or the incense? I love carrying these lil' matches that the sticks are scented sandlewood!

ivy-rose-walker

Oh, must be both! Bet that helps cover up the smell. Not that anyone really cares anymore.

Hullo, I'm Ivy Rose.

Ivy Rose? That has to be one of the prettiest names I ever did hear ♡

"Well now, you seem to have the hair tricks. I might need to be taking notes. Does it take a lot of gel?"

@wren-weaver

"My hair actually just grows like that. Dunno how the fuck it decided that- but whenever I cut it, it instantly grows back to this length and style. Fuckin weird, I'm just glad I haven't wanted to change it, cuz I can't."

"Oof, honey I've been there. I got this homemade wax I use for my braids though, and it's a miracle maker. I tell you what, I'll bring you some and we can try a few things without havin' to cut it?"

He shrugged.

"I mean.. I'd suppose I'd like not gettin' called a cat anymore."

He ran his hands over the cowlicks in his hair.

"Everyone says they're cat ears. Everyone."

#im not normally like this i swear #ive been stoned and im working 6 back to back 14 hour shifts rn #i have will power #i ate an egg on a chunk of cheese

"Cat?" She pouts and steps closer. Reaching up, she delicately tugs at a few strands of his hair (and ignores this god like voice in her head reminding the room that you should always ask for consent before touching someone but Wren is a character). "I don't see it. I do see washed up bachelor. I'm gonna buy you a hair mask and a clean shirt, hmm?" She reaches for his nearest drink, smirks, and sips it, leaving black lipstick on the rim. "And a bottle. Tequila or whiskey?"

"Well now, you seem to have the hair tricks. I might need to be taking notes. Does it take a lot of gel?"

@wren-weaver

"My hair actually just grows like that. Dunno how the fuck it decided that- but whenever I cut it, it instantly grows back to this length and style. Fuckin weird, I'm just glad I haven't wanted to change it, cuz I can't."

#//did not have facin-#fan #fuck #what was i typing #DID NOT HAVE FASINATING-#o-0 #faci-#fascinatung #fascinating #fascinating logan hair facts #this has been mun is NOT sober :)#nailed it #FORGOT THE REST OF THE SCENTENSE #BINGO CARD #HAIR WASNT THERE

"Oof, honey I've been there. I got this homemade wax I use for my braids though, and it's a miracle maker. I tell you what, I'll bring you some and we can try a few things without havin' to cut it?"

I love T-breaks.

This is your invite to join me for hot boxing too

ivy-rose-walker

I smell sumfin good...

Is it the flower or the incense? I love carrying these lil' matches that the sticks are scented sandlewood!

I love T-breaks.

This is your invite to join me for hot boxing too

... I don't know you.

But you could! 🤭

santa-ana-winds

#nature

I love T-breaks.

This is your invite to join me for hot boxing too

d-adpool

"Wait a second now, you ain't the man in red that's normally running around my neighborhood..."

@wren-weaver

"Well the other one shows his face some! But I'd like to narrow it down to a name if you'd be obliged. Im Wren!"

d-adpool

deadpool.

*wade's kind of glad that he's been semi-retired long enough that young people don't know who he is anymore. it's nice for people not to assume the worst in him.*

i'm almost never on patrol like this anymore but there's this whole thing going on with the green goblin. the amount of people acting cartoonishly evil in town is ballooning right now.

hey, have you seen anybody, maybe, rubbing their hands together maniacally, or cackling in a nefarious manner?