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T&G

Gwen made her way down the street, finding the small ink shoppe that was one of the shops lined up down the road. Making her way in, she saw Travis behind the desk. “Hey Lockwood, you got any openings here for a desk job? I need to make some money, and I was hoping that maybe I could do it here.”

[ @travislockwood ]

[hybrid-mama-blog]

A mother’s touch-Hannah || Travis

“Knock, knock. Door was unlocked. I don’t know why you kids think it’s okay not to lock doors.” She said, shaking her head as she walked in holding three paper bags full of groceries. “I’ve seen your pantry and let me tell you, son.... ramen noodles and pizza rolls are not real meals.” She set the bags down on the counter before looking around. “Travis Maddox Lockwood?” She repeated, peeking her head out of the kitchen to see her son standing in his boxers with a dazed look on his face. “It’s 3:30 in the afternoon... don’t tell me you just woke up?” She said, shaking her head. 

@travislockwood

[hybrid-mama-blog]

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[hybrid-mama-blog]

Proud of you- Travis || Hannah

Walking into her son’s tattoo shop, a wide grin played onto the hybrid’s lips. Sure, she knew of her son’s talents from early on but seeing his dream come true by walking through his shop was any mother’s dream. Each step she took she eyed his designs and smiled proudly. Just as his client and him walked out she stopped in her tracks and looked to the man’s calf muscle where his new ink was displayed. Once the man was out of the shop she opened her arms to her younger son. “What do you say about giving your terrible mother a hug, hmm?” She chuckled softly. “You know, when you were 5 and you would draw me all those pictures, I knew right then that my son was destined to be an artist. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

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[parasitic-perfection-blog]

“If you’re going to tell me about the stupid things I did at that party, let’s just not,” she muttered, avoiding the person’s gaze as she fiddled with her fingers. “Definitely deserved to get my ass kicked though,” Rose softly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

[ travislockwood ; b-salvatore ; the-vicdonovan ; madeline-donovan ]

[isobel-saltzman-blog]

Without hesitation, Izzy slipped into a bikini and walked toward the lake where she set up a beach chair and allowed the sun to kiss her skin. Incidentally, the large scar that permanently marked her body showed itself to the world. Up until the point a person walked toward her, Izzy was content. “Can I help you?” she asked the person who stared at her scar. Her eyes shot daggers at the fool.

[ travislockwood ;  owen-mikaelson ; mikaelsonnprincess ; elizabethxmikaelson ]

[parasitic-perfection-blog]

Just Formalities [Rose + Travis]

After texting Travis to meet her at the nearby coffee shop, Rose made her way down to their meet-up place and grabbed them a table outside, allowing the sunlight to dance on her skin. When she saw the Lockwood, Rose waved toward him, mutely telling him to hurry up. “It took you long enough,” she chuckled, glancing down at her cup of coffee before bring it up to her lips and taking a small sip. “So, I legit have no idea how to go about this, but I’m just going to spill it out– Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Miss Mystic Falls pageant?” she asked, biting her lower lip in a weak attempt to hide her disappointment. The men she had paid to do a little performance were late. “And yes we’re gonna have to learn the infamous dance, which is gonna be funny because I can’t dance for shit.” Suddenly, the male quartet arrived in their typical barbershop outfit. “Let’s rewind, and just listen to them, okay?” she chuckled. The men began to sing their own rendition of a typical promposal song but replacing prom with “Miss MF” or “Miss Mystic Falls”. Toward the send of the song, the men grabbed the four posters that said “Miss Mystic Falls, Travis?” when combined together as one big poster. At that very moment, she got up out of her seat and sang herself. “This pageant would only be bearable with you, so what do you say? Will you be my date to the event?” she sang and by the same she finished her few lines, Rose was on one knee with her hands in the air doing her little jazz hands thing. At that point in her life, Rose simply wanted a friend to be her date to the event rather than a date date.

travislockwood

[parasitic-perfection-blog]

Rose + Tagged

“What? A little bite won’t hurt anyone,” she whispered, cocking her head to the right a little, and before the person could protest, Rose sank her teeth into their neck, wanting to drink until she was high on blood.

[ travislockwood + madeline-donovan+ the-vicdonovan ]