(a Collection Of Texts Prompts. Some Have Romantic Undertones, But Not All Of Them. Feel Free To Adjust

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of texts prompts. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)  TW: food & alcohol mention

[TEXT] - please just call me back.

[TEXT] - i’m sorry.

[TEXT] - so this is my number, but don’t save my name as anything sketchy.

[TEXT] - i’m making dinner tonight, you should come over.

[TEXT] - WHERE ARE YOU????

[TEXT] - you’re LATE.

[TEXT] - can we talk? 

[TEXT] - how did it go?

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?

[TEXT] - thinking about you…

[TEXT] - i miss you so much.

[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though.

[TEXT] - i know you’re awake! pick up the phone! 

[TEXT] - so you’re just gonna ignore me forever? 

[TEXT] - i’m at taco bell you want anything? 

[TEXT] - are you awake?

[TEXT] - i have good news and bad news.

[TEXT] - how are you? 

[TEXT] - new phone, who is this? 

[TEXT] - wanna come over? 

[TEXT] - what’s wrong with you?!

[TEXT] - you only call me when you’re drunk. 

[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in? 

[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever

[TEXT] - i’ll seduce you with cool scientific facts.

[TEXT] - are you still alive?

[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok?  [TEXT] - last week i purchased a vegetable

[TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you

[TEXT] - what are you doing this weekend? 

[TEXT] - can i come over? [TEXT] - because i’m in your driveway.

[TEXT] - are you seriously leaving me on read right now?

@icyexecutioner // x.

he doesn't like it here. ━ this realization comes as irrelevant. expected to him; no one likes it here, and he on some level knew what to expect, but it's a unique kind of dread that pools in the pit of his stomach as they traverse the endless passages, one that makes him antsier than he should be when not distracted by battle; tuning out his teammate's chatter with disregard on the inbetweens; and it's not to say he can't handle it, he can, but...

... his eyes flick off from their upwards stare, half mesmerized for a fleeting moment by the endless movement of the ceiling above them as rooms aligned themselves in impossibly different ways with every moment, but they lock to Mitsuru the moment she speaks, half disoriented & half like the child that got caught distracted in class. they only break off to peer around at an additional sound from far off as their leader scouts ahead that he knows always sounds closer than it is, shakes off the feeling of snippy tension, takes some comfort in Makoto and Mitsuru's unshakable natures...

" I know. " Ken nods, tries to use the comment to settle his nerves that despite how it felt, this was fine; better than fine, even, it was manageable. doable. ━ it's undercut, he quietly curses, by the part of him that insists the council president only notes it because he's young, and needs the reassurance, and a thousand other reasons he desperately seeks to prove wrong. ━━ ( he clutches his spear a little tighter. ) " I'm okay for now. Thanks. " his voice is a mumble as, perhaps paranoid just for now, his eyes catch the ridges of black shapes in the dark.

... it's a few minutes before he continues,, an endless hustle of movement as Makoto drives them forward, evasive & smooth, and Ken glances towards Mitsuru once more, cautiously, attentively. he feels the need to say something, and feels his throat dry up.

it's minor, but half of Ken's mind picks & paces an anxiety something about it being unwise not to break the cotton-mouth, lest he be unable to raise his voice in battle, so he does speak, peeking up at Mitsuru from beneath his bangs.

━ " S-so, how long have you been doing this, Mitsuru-san..? From what I've heard, it sounds like you've been coming here a lot longer than most of us... " ( one hell of a headstart for him to match... )

i want you to be addicted to me. i want you to have withdrawals when im not around. to think about me constantly. to need my voice, my touch all the time. i want you to need me, crave me & be obsessed with me. make me your god & i'll show you how i repay your devotion.

battle render redrawww im so normal about this guy

bein' friends

trying to entertain fuuka while everyone else climbs tartarus