#oftwitz

[mindofstcne]

Leaving the coffee shop, Billie let out a happy sigh at the recent change in weather. She was extremely happy to finally have warm weather and sunshine, being able to forgo the cost for the day, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans combo, sipping from her icy drink. Spotting the raven-haired girl, Billie smiled, having not talked to Roxana in what felt like forever. “Hey!” She greeted, “How’ve you been?”

@oftwitz

[captivismarchive-blog]

z ✉️ sunshine ☀️

z: [sends Silence - THEY. via Spotify ]

z: made me think of you baby 💙

z: hope you're sleepin good 🌕

[dvncingwithdemons-blog]

damon&&roxanna 

damon had gotten them some drinks from his kitchen. he came back over to the couch “here” he said handing hers over. he sat down and sipped it ‘i’m glad you came over,’ he grinned. “i’ve been wondering when you were going to visit again,” he said. “i have some art to show you as well - but first, tell me, what have you been up to?” he asked her. he loved having her here, he loved being able to talk about his art to someone, show it to someone and have them actually appreciate it. he gave her a smile, “go on, tell me,” he teased. @oftwitz

[devilishnightmare-blog]

imessage 📬

hayden: honestly, i swear to god if my phone ever shows the notification from facebook with "layla daniels messaged you" ever again, i'm permanently going off the grid. okay, no. that's dramatic. but i'm blocking the hell out of her. which i didn't want to do, because i don't let exes know i even cared enough to block them, but like, a bitch is tired. yeah, i know your girlfriend is like one of my best friends and that bothers you, but guess what? i was here FIRST. so like i said, a bitch is tired.

[captivismarchive-blog]

"thank you so much for coming to show your support," sheena said in her most professionally sweet voice as she handed an autographed picture of herself to the final fan in line at her miami meet-and-greet. this was the first time in three hours that the line had finished, a sigh of relief leaving her as she quickly stood up before anyone else could show up. she noticed that the venue was closing and grinned to herself in satisfaction. that meant that there might even be more fans outside not being let in; she wasn’t happy about not seeing them, it just fed her ego to know that three hours wasn’t enough to go through all of hers fans in a state she’d only visited a few times before. “why don’t you take a break, ziggy?” sheena suggested to her bodyguard, a little grin on her lips, “miguel is on his way inside. meet you by the limo? we’ll be going to the hotel unless he wants to go out to dinner; i’m too beat for anything else.” alright, don’t leave the building. i’ll secure the perimeter, take a smoke, meet you back here to walk you out in five. “aye-aye captain,” sheena taunted, teasing him for how serious he was being, as if they were in the middle of the bronx instead of some random record store in miami. her head lifted as she heard the front door ding, smirking at who she saw. “you’re late.”

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"make some noise for my sexy-ass dj, miguel ángel!” sheena exclaimed into the mic, lights flashing all around her on stage as she gestured over to the secondary stage that was connected to hers, where miguel’s equipment and booth were. she took a drink of water as the audience went wild. a big smile grew on her face as she looked over at him, giving a wink and striking her beginning pose to symbolize that she was ready for him to dj a big dance break for her. “y’all want a little dance break before my final song? yell out your requests and i will freestyle any song our dj throws at me, how’s that?” long lashes looked over at him, “can you handle that, miguelito? i want something with some flavor.” @oftwitz

[captivismarchive-blog]

z ✉️ sunshine ☀️

z: baby

z: i got some big news

z: you up?

[captivismarchive-blog]

z ✉️ nini

z: hey

z: do you still want a ticket to the installation?

z: i hadn't heard from you, and i wasn't sure what day you wanted