#( — ft. tori )

[juniper-soo]

closed for @victoriaxsanchez

where: tori's place when: evening

the brunette rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as she waited for her friend to answer the door. juniper counted herself lucky to still have tori on her side, her being rina's ex and all meant they both were in the band's circle. and that circle seemed to be pretty firm in the 'I hate juniper' camp. hopefully she would be a little more pleased that she was going to be in aurora bay for a while than others.

"my god, what is taking so long? could you not find pants or something?" she teased, dramatically and musically knocking on the door. "I have exciting news! plus, I still want to get to the clubs before they close, at you know, three am. I may just wither away and die here!"

[areeeee-k]

(♀️)🍪🍭🍪

[max--phillips]

Astarion: Oh, what’s to tell? I’m a magistrate back in the city—it’s all rather tedious.

The player, who has seen him dual wield daggers, pick locks on doors and chests, and steal things, all within the first day of them knowing each other:

[ceoandslutler]

ciel really is exploiting seb's labour just for his one(1) soul and it's a zero hour contract too. under capitalism, even demons need to sell their time/labour in order to eat 😔

[princess--bongwater]

drew our favies:3

[rosaliehsu]

[stefanosxdimopoulos]

Outside Tori's place with Tori Dimopoulos @toridimopoulos

There was a certain strictness in the way that he lived his life, undeniably regimented despite never having inherited the habit from any kind of military training. He was restrained in most things, never allowing himself much more than he needed and indulgences few and far between. But there were exceptions to every rule and so despite his self imposed restrictions he'd always felt the need to ensure that his sister never wanted for anything. Maybe she was his one indulgence, happy to spend whatever it took - whether it be money or time - to grant her happiness. Despite his motivation for their day together being her enjoyment, he still greeted her with characteristic gruffness, frown already having set itself on his brow during the time she'd kept him waiting before emerging from her home. "Come on, I want to make sure I can get parked before you empty my wallet."

[lukas-dimopoulos]

WHERE: High Desert State Prison WITH: @toridimopoulos

Four years. One thousand, four hundred, sixty-one days. 

That was enough– Lukas hadn’t even bothered trying to tally up the hours, minutes, and seconds until he was a free man, because the fucking days were enough. He was tired, and it was etched into every line on his face as he strode towards the exit, his wrists bound in cool metal for what he hoped was the last time. Rather than an orange jumpsuit, Lukas was dressed in his own clothes– dark denim jeans, a simple t-shirt, and a jacket to match…a stark contrast to what he’d grown used to over the last four years. He felt more like himself as he stepped out of the prison and into the glaring, Nevada sunlight piercing down from overhead. Turning towards the guard with an unceremonious smirk, he held out his bound wrists, his gaze expectant. That look never faded, even after the shackles fell from his wrists and Luke stepped beyond the gates and into the free world. 

“Tori,” he called out, seeing her parked in front of the prison. Taking his belonging bag in his hand, he started towards her, his smirk lifting into a genuine smile as he drew nearer. “Hey–,” Luke started, unsure of how to start. Did he hug her or did he just stand there? This was all new to him– so unfamiliar that it confused him. But for four years, he hadn’t been allowed to hug his sister, and so he wanted to, but he left that ball in her court. “Look a hell of a lot better out of that shitty orange, right?” He teased, gesturing up and down his frame now that he was finally dressed in normal clothing, but really, Lukas was just happy for what it represented. He was free– sort of– and for right now, that was more than enough for him. 

[flissxsloane]

Tonopahella with Tori Dimopoulos @toridimopoulos

The last few mouthfuls of her drink finished the blonde had gone in search of another, path unceremoniously colliding with another. Arms are put out to steady them both, apology falling from her lips as she could only hope no damage was done. If nothing else, at least her cup was empty. "Shit, I'm so sorry - are you alright? You'd think I got glitter in my eyes or something - just can't seem to watch where I'm going." Gaze was cast almost frantically over whoever she'd crashed into, attention caught by their shoes before she had chance to actually assess their wellbeing. "Ohmygod. I am obsessed with your boots." Grin spread over her face, finally pausing to take in the rest of the look, excited hand motions gesturing in front of the woman to punctuate her next point. "In fact this whole outfit's to die for."

[juniper-soo]

🔥 - Victoria

"oh gosh, it's really hard to pick just one thing. physically? probably her eyes. they're just so gorgeously brown. the whole 'you want what you don't have' might be playing into this but I don't think so. I have never seen eyes as beautiful as hers."

"non-physical? I think her drive. she works so hard at her craft and that's one of the most beautiful things about a person to me: just putting your all into something you're passionate about." @victoriaxsanchez

[unmeiha-arc]

─── 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑰 ! ✫彡

[bastardgoblinwolf]

nooooo tori dont smoke thats bad for you

[gemstarb]

Tori Kelly - bottomline (Official Audio) ft. JoJo

YES COLLAB! 💖

[princess--bongwater]

I'm honestly really enjoying myself

[rosaliehsu]

who: @toridimopoulos where: ros' house

"We are two well-educated, strong-minded, independent women, we can do this." Her tone was determined, although looking at the broken glass and jacked up frame of her door, she was already starting to feel defeated. Her need to be frugal had taught Rosalie to be crafty, she could do some things with duct tape that'd blow your mind, but this was out of her realm of comfort. "Right?" She turned to Tori, her knight in shining armor who had come to her aid, but unless she possessed some construction skills Ros hadn't known about, was most likely just as out of her depth as Rosalie. "Not to sound like a fourty year old mom's t-shirt, but, God, I think I need more wine for this."