A SOCIALITE & A SMALL TOWN GIRL. // @battletook.

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A SOCIALITE & A SMALL TOWN GIRL. // @battletook.
Text Message Sentence Starters // Accepting @battletook sent: [ text ] I think I accidentally dyed my hair blue / from silas.
[ sms » silas ] did you push an old man out of the way of a an incoming truck? [ sms » silas ] and did that truck happen to be carrying blue hair dye? [ sms » silas ] and now you can sense danger with your locks? [ sms » silas ] or were you just drunk and thought it would be a good idea?
SILAS gets : a starter. ↳ v; tvd @battletook.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ; to the fellow ancient. ( 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 . ) red lips hitch in a smirk ; as she can almost feel the judgement from the self righteous people surrounding them. not liking the prospect of the two sitting together. but then again who would, when they’re older than even the bloody town. “ feel like causing some trouble ??. ” She croons as she looks over at Silas. “ I am far too tired of behaving myself, and would adore a fellow troublemaker on board. ”
“ well, i brought tequila. it always makes things better… or worse. ” ( alexis ) / @battletook | accepting // santa clarita diet.
as the youngest rose sibling walks into her apartment rapunzel is left standing there confused, but she welcomes alexis in anyway. she closes the door to her apartment and turns around, hoping that the mess isn’t a turn off. honestly, it’s more disorganized than messy; art supplies in the corner, on the floor next to an easel with a half-finished canvas by the window. a throw blanket messily tossed across the sofa, some rom-com on the television mainly for some background noise. there’s a couple dishes in the sink -- she hadn’t gotten to them yet. “part of me thinks that you have this, like, spidey-sense when it comes to these sorts of things.” she has artists block, and even if that’s not the reason for alexis’ impromptu visit, she can’t complain. “i swear, i think you have some psychic abilities that you just aren’t sharing with anyone.” rapunzel walks to the kitchen area, opens a cabinet and takes out two shot glasses. “so, what’s going on?”
@battletook ♡ → prompt: Amy and Holt got handcuffed together and lost the key.
this was certainly an UNFORTUNATE SITUATION for the both of them. it screams peralta, and when they finally manage to be unlinked and back at the precinct? the detective will have hell to pay. still, if there was ANYONE on the force he’d choose to be handcuffed to, it would probably be amy. at least she UNDERSTOOD him, and shared some of his same interests. perhaps it may not be an absolutely HORRIBLE way to spend the next few hours. ❝ you know santiago, i think this reflects on both of us for not being properly equipped. i know now i will NEVER leave the precinct without a set of cuffs and their keys. it was truly very silly of me, i must have been distracted. kevin roused a particularly INTERESTING question this morning at breakfast, i have been thinking about it all day. ❞
AN ANCIENT WITCH & A MODERN WITCH. // @battletook.
PERSONALITY-BASED COMPLIMENTS || @battletook
“I appreciate you.” // tom
"and that's exactly the reason why i like you, tom." katherine smiled, appreciating his kind words which were a welcomed surprise. not many appreciate her presence but tom is a wonderful person with a beautiful personality and she's happy she got to know him.
@battletook liked for a starter !
his presence, warm and inviting, was swaddled by his seemingly careful vacancy, but it wasn’t unwelcoming to elena; just modest, maybe even once scorned. it was all felt before he properly arrived at the gilbert home, which was no stranger to the somber — and if the world around her was the lined dramatics of her diary, she’d breathe into the air all about she had been aching for conversation with stefan ever since their first encounter. it was like a dreamy escapade from some novel caroline would read and ramble about at lunch, like coming up to breathe.
“stefan.” a smile grows beyond her control with the swing of the door, tinged with something sheepish, but the joy, that thing she hadn’t felt in all its purity in so long, was enough to leave her unabashed by the time she could welcome him inside.
thoughtfulness sets in through the threshold of her fondness. “oh, you weren’t in school yesterday.” a softened reminder to herself, “is.. everything alright?”