#°♡ 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅: 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅|

[insanislupus-moved]

christmas, boxing day

Christmas: tag someone who has become a personal friend to you: I've grown to consider several a dear friend here, some of those being: yourself, @brknallure, @timerevolt and @fallenregent. Amazing people whom I speak to near daily. Always there and supportive. Couldn't ask for better people ❤️

Boxing Day: tag someone whose writing style you love: absolutely @hollowtissue / @fuckedprophet. Always has such wonderful style. Scene wonderfully set. Pulling you right into the center of the story.

And bonus being @taintedtemptress reading Hannah's stuff is always an absolute treat !

[insanislupus-moved]

Well, that was unfortunate. Jackie looked down at her coffee soiled boots, frowning before taking a couple of napkins herself to blot around them and the floor. "It's fine," she assures, looking over to the newspaper he had been reading, then back to him. "I get distracted while reading to. It happens. At least it wasn't on my top. No harm, no foul, sport."

Being a hunter wasn't easy. Especially this feeling of his heart sinking while reading the newspaper about a bunch of mysterious killings. "God, I'm so sorry. I was distracted." He grabbed a handful of napkins, not even realizing his coffee split everywhere.

@scribedheart || starter call. 👻

[insanislupus-moved]

ღ

Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:accepting

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[insanislupus-moved]

ღ ღ ღ (one for klaus, elena, damon)

Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following: accepting

Klaus: results no surprise, devoted little shit.

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme (not that she'd admit it)

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Elena

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Damon

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[insanislupus-moved]

[ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow

She was a little more tired than she would have cared to admit. Nodding off before she'd straiten her form suddenly in an attempt to stay away. It's only when klaus offers her to lay her head on him that she glances at him momentarily free of her tired gaze . It doesn't take too much time to consider the offer and accept. The blonde moves until she can bend her legs up to get comfortable on the sofa, her head takes rest on his lap. Fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Not in an attempt to initiate intimacy, but to simply rub the pad of her thumb against the fabric. Free hand tracing patterns against his arm. A silent 'thank you.'

[insanislupus-moved]

Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, tilting her head with amusement. "-and here you say I'm the naughty one. You bad bad man, tsk." jackie takes the light movement over her thighs as permission to pull herself flush against him, lips grazing over his own, teasing; testing.. "Just what am I going to do with you?"

she's a firecracker alright. matching him verbal spar for spar with ease. his lips curl upward into a smirk, hands ghosting over the back of her thighs. "what she doesn't know can't hurt her."

[insanislupus-moved]

It’s like a electric current that’s touched her. A live wire that’s embedded itself into her skin and delved beneath the surface to scratch her muscles. Acting without thought isn’t high on her fault list, in fact it’s usually the opposite that she over thinks every detail. The drinks in her hands are forfeited to the cause, the taller man in front of her addressing Jackie has elected himself for a wonderful game. The word bitch tastes sour in the back of her throat, the voice uttering the syllables not her own but scratches against her ear drums and threatens to draw blood. His hair is fine, thin and limp as her fingers burrow into not just the locks on his head but his scalp as well. The ache in her arms is eager to exude the strength needed to knock him off his feet, each muscle happily screaming. He’s taller than both of them but that’s never mattered, even with what they both are knowing how to use your enemies “advantages” against them was key. Her arm snaps back, sneaker coming to kick into the back of his knee while her fingers threaten to rip his scalp free of his skull forcing his body to follow or surrender it. The floor shudders with his weight, back slapping into concrete — and also with it the shatter of the beer bottles Claire had gotten for both Jackie and herself. She’s still electric even after such a brief snap of energy, pale eyes narrowed and lips curled into a disgusted expression. “ Call her a bitch again and see what happens. “

My muse witnesses someone disrespect your muse, what would they do: 😘💕

And this was the moment that she knew she had to wife Claire up.

[insanislupus-moved]

“I’ve got you”

Send "I've got you" for you muse to clean blood off of mine.

Jackie felt safe with Claire. In fact, she felt safer with her more than anyone she has ever had in her life. Claire not only cared, but she understood. They're both in the motel bathroom, Jackie seated on the side of the tub while it fills with water. Claire focused on wiping blood from her face, careful to avoid the few contusions and scratches received.

Usually, their nights always ended in them leaning on each other as they walked, sometimes stumbling over the others feet as they made their way back to their room, laughing on the bed that was covered in snacks and drinks and cuddled up to watch whatever was on cable that might. This night went a little differently, one that could have ended worse on their end. Impulse lead Jackie jumping in front of Claire to protect her. Both made it out fine for the most part, bloodied more than usual, and their assailant dead, but it shook up Jackie more than she expected.

She couldn't lose anyone else. Not when they meant so much.

Eventually Jackie reaches, taking Claire's wrist in her hand. "Join me?" The question was left open, whether for her to join her in the tub or merely sit in the bathroom while she bathed. As if the moment claire left her eyesight something could happen to her.

[insanislupus-moved]

here is a beautiful sky badge for a beautiful little egg ❤️

Kourt..🥺🥺🥺 like you don't even know how you sent this at the perfect time. Omg. 😭😭😭

[insanislupus-moved]

Sorry couldn’t hear you over the angelic hum of a great but terrifying match

Are you jackies type?: accepting

They could conquer so much, both each other and the world. There's a win for handling tantrums alone. Jfc.

[insanislupus-moved]

Fresh rain, cherry cola, pink sweet tarts and blood 🩸 ( what Dallas smells at least )

What do you think my muse smells like?

Completely setting aside products she wears, I could very well see her smelling like that, and I love the detail to it.

[insanislupus-moved]

✨<3

―  send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing All what i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse.

First of all, let's start with you. You are literally one of the sweetest people I've ever met on this site? I've always admired you and your blogs and low key hate it took this long to get to know you. You are so kind, and conscious of others. A literal darling that has made some smile on countless bad days.

Your blog?? Timerevolt is gorgeous.all your aesthetics are, and your ability of seemless gif merges.

Lulu. One of my favorite ocs in the world I hold dear to my heart? I love how loyal she is, and kind while also being high key depraved at times. It's both frightening and precious. You really do bring her to life in such a unique way I don't see often see. The way she speaks,the cadence and choice of words. Her little "likes" always sprinkled in. Her dumpster diving.

Honestly, you are amazing all around, and I love you and lulu so much !!

[insanislupus-moved]

Omg, this was so nice to wake up to. Thank you so much. 🥺

[insanislupus-moved]

Send “Did we do what I think we did?” for our muses to wake up in the same bed and finding matching rings on their fingers: Accepting

Hearing @sanguinelupus speak, Jackie rolls over and tugs the blanket up and over her head. Refusing to stir just yet. Soft but low mumbling is the only sound that comes from beneath the blankets. Her response not quite eligible. Seconds tick by, groaning in annoyance for having been roused from her sleepy state, so she decided to punish him. Rolling over to clinging to him, giving a slight nibble to his chest. It's then when she slides her hand against the mattress, she feels the ring that slides along her finger. As if on cue, she sits up, "gimme a sec. I think I just had a hallucination." A few blinks and using the wrinkled sheet to rub at her eyes before checking her hand once more. Ring still there. With furrowed brows, she grabs his wrist to check his. Same out come. Surprisingly she only tuts, then shrugs. As if they forgot to do a mundane task before bed.

"Mmm. Yep. " dropping his hand Jackie swings her legs off the ledge of the bed. "Well. Bekah can't ever know about this."

[insanislupus-moved]

⛓️ (the meme is unclear if i’m supposed to find yours or you’re supposed to find mine but lets do it jackie finding klaus)

send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

Several days had passed, it taking that long to find him. This situation was backward. Jackie finds the irony far too sickening to even be funny. The immortal hybrid was the one in the current situation. Even with all the enemy he's made, it's something she never expected. It almost seemed all too easy as she walked into the room. Several witches and vampires are now dead from her hands. Even with them dead, she doesn't believe that to be it. She isn't willing to waste time. Even with all her knowledge of this. Even with her not working along. The odds. The plausibility, no matter how small, terrifies her.

Once her gaze finds him upon entering, it's a punch to the gut. Jaw clenches, not liking the feeling that the sight evokes in her chest. Refusing to even entertain how it makes her feel. She's already moving forward, working to free him of the chains. Breath heavier than she intends as emotions settle in. Fear, anger, and worry. All for him.

Once the shakcles clatter to the floor, her attention turns to him. Arms are wrapped around before the echo of the chains stop. Chest heaving in attempt to keep the swell of emotions from taking her. "Klaus. Are you harmed? Are there others?" Gaze flickers about his face when she finally pull from him, searching his features for some promise everything would be okay now.

[insanislupus-moved]

@sanguinelupus said: i want you to ride my fingers

"But daddy -" Her bottom lips pull into a pout when Klaus no longer futhers the advance after filling her with a few fingers. Hand grips his shoulder tighter, letting out a small, lustful whine of protest and arousal. Wanting more of him. To take her completely. Despite her disappointment, she rolls her hips, slow and purposeful. Desperate for that friction agaisnt her clit, pushing with each roll to gain it. Allowing her hips to rise and fall to sink back down with each roll. Ever so often optiong to stay at the base of his knuckle and grind on him. Using her hold on him for leverage. All the while keeping her gaze on him, wanting the praise for obeying.

But she's greedy, so with her free hand, she reaches down, stopping above his own hand, two manicured digits rubbing her sensitive nub, eliciting a delicate moan. Lids fluttering shut and head tilting back, and she found the perfect rhythm.