ˢᶤˡᵛᵉʳ ᵏᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ

𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗍𝗏'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿

[harleyquinzel]

teen wolf meme » 4/4 otps » allison & isaac

[angelprompts]

❣️                             STARTER   IDEAS !

a  list  of  ideas  for  situations  that  your  starter  could  be  set  in  !  (  if that makes sense DFJGH  )  ~  this  is  leaning  more  for  first  encounters.

our  muses  are  roommates  &  your  muse  is  taking  too  long  in  the  washroom.

our  muses  are  classmates  &  mine  desperately  asks  yours  to  help  them  study  for  an  important  upcoming  test  /  exam.

our  muses  eat  at  the  same  place  every  day  for  lunch  &  my  muse  finally  works  up  the  courage  to  sit  with  yours  and  have  a  conversation.

our  muses  are  at  the  library  &  they  reach  for  the  same  book.

our  muses  are  at  a  local  BBQ  &  my  muse  accidentally  trips  and  knocks  your  muse’s  plate  on  the  ground  /  spills  wine ( soda, water, etc )  on  your  muse.

our  muses  are  camping  in  the  same  campground  /  at  a  party  &  my  muse  decides  to  go  skinny  dipping  and  invites  your  muse  to  join.

my  muse’s  found  a  lost  pet  roaming  around  &  asks  your  muse  if  it’s  theirs  /  to  help  find  it’s  owner.

our  muses  are  classmates  &  they  get  paired  up  for  an  assignment  /  project.

our  muses  are  at  a  mutual  friend’s  wedding  &  got  assigned  seats  next  to  each  other.  ~  neither  one  of  our  muse’s  have  a  date  &  my  muse  asks  to  dance  with  yours.

my  muse  accidentally  calls  your  muse  ( aka the incorrect number )  to  invite  them  to  a  party  but  instead  of  apologizing  &  hanging  up,  my  muse  offers  your  muse  to  still  come  despite  them  being  strangers.

our  muses  are  eating  at  the  same  restaurant  &  my  muse  notices  yours  is  sitting  alone  and  decides  to  sit  with  them  and  keep  them  company.

my  muse’s  outdoor  pet  likes  to  steal  things  and  bring  them  home  &  i  woke  up  to  your  muse  knocking  at  mine’s  door  with  the  pet  in  their  arms  and  a  pair  of  underwear  in  it’s  mouth.

[persephonememes]

sentence prompts ➝  teen wolf

❛ You weren’t answering you’re phone! ❜

❛ Why do you have a bat?! ❜

❛ Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. ❜

❛ Your mind’s blank? ❜

❛ You can’t think of anything to say? ❜

❛ You know what that was for. ❜

❛ Have you told her how you feel? ❜

❛ Why did you do that? ❜

❛ You can’t do this! ❜

❛ What did you see in the mechanic garage? ❜

❛ I’m the one who keeps you alive, okay. ❜

❛ Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, but I’m gonna pass. ❜

❛ Well, police officers call it stalking. ❜

❛ Come on, no one died, alright? ❜

❛ A little mangling, but no death! ❜

❛ I can’t take waiting around like this, you know? ❜

❛ My nerves are wracked, they’re severely wracked. ❜

❛ I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it’s over? ❜

❛ I already called 911. ❜

❛ I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body? ❜

❛ We need help. ❜

❛ And, just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me? ❜

❛ Does anybody else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill ‘em? ❜

❛ You didn’t have to follow me home. ❜

❛ California fireflies aren’t bioluminescent– they don’t glow. ❜

❛ Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear something like that? ❜

❛ Do you have any idea how it felt to find out you were alive? ❜

❛ I’m sorry to disappoint you. ❜

❛ What do you want? You want to kill me? ❜

❛ Yeah, well, you being happy isn’t really a big priority of mine, since you stabbed me– twenty times– with knives. ❜

❛ We shouldn’t have come. ❜

❛ Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point? ❜

❛ I’d have to be blind, deaf, and quadriplegic for you to be an actual threat. ❜

❛ I don’t have to kill people. ❜

[ladylancelot-deactivated2017080]

I just love female muses so much. Reminder to all writers of female muses oc or canon that you are doing amazing work and are talented as fuck, and your collective giant middle fingers to the rampant misogyny in the rp community is just the light of all fucking life. 

[rgcnt]

@chaosblossomed​

‘ pinterest starters ’

The smile Cheryl affixed her with, glossed a warm shade of crimson, pulled at the bow of her mouth with slow, resplendent delight.

An almost vainglorious curl of her lips beneath a coal dark, doe eyed gaze brimming with curiosity and wildfire, that only seemed to broaden with the cant of her chin, with each beguiling bat of her eyelashes, with every flutter in her chest that her harpy-like mother had once done everything in her power to try to condemn, squash, destroy ———- every even, audacious stride she took toward Allison, regardless of the silver tipped arrow still notched in the string of the brunette’s bow, and the myriad of heavy weaponry lining almost each and every wall that deigned to stand around them.

“ Of course I am, ” Cheryl riposted, with a toss of her hair, and an infinitesimal shift of her high heels against the concrete. Gleefully. Impishly. “ But won’t you enlighten me? ”

the archer unnotched the arrow, slipping it free into her palm and the bow slack into the grasp of her other hand as the redhead approached. there was a small smirk biting the edge of her features and though she took a moment to study the silver arrowhead...it was ultimately run back into the quiver on the workbench of weaponry in front of her. “of course.” she reiterates, glancing to the other girl now while she still held her longbow. 

“let’s...start with the way you look at all of this.” she gestures with her eyes to the array of bows mounted on the walls, the displayed arrow tips. “i find that pretty fascinating.” it was rare enough of a talent, a hobby, a sport, in allison’s experience, so to see someone else look at this passion, this skill...like it was some branch off of a tree called home, it intrigued her. plus she was cute. obviously she didn’t have an issue saying that outright because she found it to be important but she also wasn’t under the impression that cheryl needed to hear that....or perhaps...maybe she did. there was something to be noted about the strength of her stride and dark eyes settled right upon hers. “i said what i said.”

[thebansheeofthepack]

             Did you find something? A solution?                                   Yeah it was you. It was you, Lydia.

[braugherandre]

color palette meme:

anonymous requested: allison argent + fresh cut day

[rgcnt]

bansheeintuition‌

rgcnt said: ‘  if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. if you never get hurt, you always have fun.  ’ ♡ almost famous (2001) | accepting ! ♡

       ❛   yep,   that’s   basically   my   philosophy   in   a   nutshell.   i   adore   your   ability   to   read   me   like   a   book,   ❜   lydia   coos   with   a   playful   lilt  ;  nobody   knew   her   quite   like   allison.     ❛   i   know,  it   sounds   pretty   cynical  …   but   hey.   it’s   worked   for   me   so   far,   ❜  she  gives   a   light   shrug,   pearly   features   tilted   with   a   faux   cheerful   smile   &   lashes   batting   for   theatrical   effect.   that’s   the   game   lydia  plays   —   never   allowing   her   emotions   to   be   compromised,   at   least   not   when   there’s   an   audience.   it   makes   everything   so   much   easier   to   pretend   she   doesn’t   have   any   rather   than   to   practically   beg   for   someone   to   crush  her   like   an   innocent   flower.     ❛   are   you   sure   you’re   not   actually   psychic   on   some   level   ?   ❜

“ imagine me paying attention.” allison quips lovingly back to her friend, her eyes coming up from the mess of papers she had strewn out around her. she wasn’t usually unorganized until she was organizing, and then it was...chaotic. still, she had her goal in mind so she continued to separate what she needed in her folders and what she didn’t any longer. lydia was the most honest person that she knew, even more so than her own family it seemed; even when lydia was trying to lie, she couldn’t. it was a talent purely lydia, to own every little thing about herself; allison adored her for it. if allison was as honest with herself as lydia was she might have decided to just toss every folder and notebook out and get new ones because she told herself this was going to be a quick task. with a sigh she took another break and looked at lydia with a true and warm smile. “i’m not, i think that you’re just that good at being you.”

[rgcnt]

@broodysavior​

It was something the vampire had never thought he’d hear out of anyone’s mouth, but especially Allison’s. Where was she going with this? “For the better, I hope?” Stefan’s response fell softly between their swaying bodies. Every year Carol Lockwood held the event at Founder’s Hall, the vampire having asked the huntress to attend as his plus one. Things were different with Allison, much different. Stefan knew that being around her caused him to feel alive, something he hadn’t felt in many years. There was still a very real part of the younger Salvatore that believed he was no good, that he wasn’t an honorable man due to his past. “Allison, being around you makes me feel incredible. If anything, you changed me.” Echoing her words, the slow dance continued, his emerald hues glimmering with curiosity as a gentle expression washed upon his face.

there’s a small tilt of her head, curious. did he believe it was possible for it to be ‘for the worse’? 

“for the better.” she murmurs, her fingertips flexing lightly on the nape of his neck, her thumb brushing there. at first being away from beacon hills was everything that she protested. how could she have easily grasped the notion of unseeing the world the way that she learned to see it there? allison soon learned that it wasn’t the world she was seeing in beacon hills, it was a fraction of what really existed outside of it. having met him at the start of her summer here...she found it harder to miss anything outside of this town at all. stefan would always be the better and hearing his whisper on her ear, brown eyes closed and her lips touched to the side of his neck, they lingered, and then she pulled back to find his green eyes. “see, we have so much in common.” it’s a nervous smile that’s on her lips, hence the...stupid response, and the color on her cheeks, but her eyes aren’t nervous, her smile runs deeply through them. “is this an every year thing?” she whispers out, meaning the event, the dresses and the suits. “you look amazing and i want to be here for next years.”

[kissmeincouturexx-deactivated20]

[rgcnt]

@not-helpfcl​

Chris didn’t know what to say. His baby girl was standing in front of him. NOT DEAD. Part of him thinks he finally CRACKED. All the time grieving and thinking his daughter should have had a better life had made him crack. Now he was SEEING her. Only this was his Allison. His flesh and blood. He knows his daughter anywhere. “What did he do?” While he’s happy to see her not dead, he’s suspicious of her return. This smelled like his fathers doing. The Hunter was quick to drop the gun in his hand. “You were dead..”

what she’d heard, what she had learned; she wished the voice of her grandfather was out of her head, she wished she didn’t know the extent of what had happened to her and to her dad, to her friends because of what gerard had done. for weeks she had no idea at all. for weeks she was told she was to rest, mend, that her dad was okay, that he was handling things, that he was safe, that he knew she was fine, recovering, that he visited when she was asleep, that he called...

weeks passed and allison began to realize that if her dad knew he would have been there every moment that she was awake too. weeks and she realized what her dad really believed, what her friends believed; allison argent didn’t exist anymore. seeing the way he looked at her now...her eyes watered over and it felt like a hole in her chest because it was confirmed. “he said you were okay. that i was supposed to be there, not with you.” she mutters out, “he said it was safer, and better, like it was for kate.” she remembered that night, she remembered feeling like that was...it. she remembered feeling the pounding of her pulse in her ears growing quieter and slower...but she never really remembered the moment when she didn’t hear it anymore, when it stopped. for weeks she just heard that sound the most.

[rgcnt]

@lameutedemccall​

“i’m sorry i just...” she didn’t really know how to breach the topic of how uncomfortable jackson was making her or why that made her want to up her ability to defend herself. she turned a corner at school and he seemed to be there. she came out of a class and he seemed to be there. 

“i thought it would be fun.” target practice at the local gun range? right, allison, perfect idea of quality time with scott. god, was he going to think he was in trouble with her? 

she took the safety glasses the man handed them over the counter and offered him a pair, but her eyes conceded too. “you don’t have to, it was just an idea.” an idea, brought on by nothing at all. 

[incorrectpack]

Allison has always had a love for melodrama

[memetaped]

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

[rgcnt]

@lydiamartinx​ said:  ❛ I’m sorry to disappoint you. ❜

when was lydia ever sorry about anything, really? oh right, sarcasm. she smiled and it softened through her eyes as she looked at her best friend; there was a need in allison to tell her, to make sure that just in case...lydia knew; “you could never disappoint me.” she just wanted her to know that, and with that being said allison placed her eyes back on the collection of nail polish bottles on the vanity. “you’re right though, not my color.” she placed the shade of mint green back to the surface and picked up a lavender instead. “better?”

[rgcnt]

;; i’m finishing up some replies on luna’s blog and then will be right over here to send memes, reply to threads, respond to ims for plotting!

[savagc]

[rgcnt]

natshana‌

independent canon & divergent luna kom floukru of the hundred.

natshana. noun: moon. from: night-shiner. -penned by chels.