#inkfng

[e1igius]

‘ don't like the nicknames , huckens? huckiebear. hucksicle ’

a small flicker as eyes follow the beast , ❝ y'all just straight up uncreative , the only one with a brain here is @bnchee , at least her's has some culture. ❞

[kaatz]

@inkfng,     fools will be fools.

people  are  idiots,  and  it  definitely  makes  ziggys  day  better.  guitar  rested  on  their  lap,  silently  watching  kerr  and  the  fool,  pressing  their  digits  on  the  strings  of  the  guitar  and  humming  softly  the  tune  thats  stuck  in  ziggys  mind,   corner  of  lips  turn  after  hearing  kerrs  come�� back.  “ jeez,  man, ”   ...    “ who  hurt  you ? ”

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ starter for @inkfng

conquering the world seemed like a more viable alternative than dealing with one’s human side. wednesday recoiled each time sentiments had been brought into a conversation, the topic repugnant by its very nature. she could grasp every notion out there regarding physics, anatomy, chemistry, hexes and spells but she’d be damned if she had the capacity to understand how others were actually feeling. wednesday could be rather painted as an aficionado of keeping any sorts of sentiments concealed, shoved within a corner of her own soul ‘till she forgets about their existence. she couldn’t say the same about her roommate, enid, the girl was exhibiting all sorts of emotions, taking the idiom her heart on her sleeve to a level wednesday couldn’t even comprehend. after some time, she got used to enid — usually, her roommate would radiate with happiness while other times, anger would unveil. the latter, she could understand. 

it came as a shock to return to her dorm, only to find enid standing still on her bed. no pop music making her ears bleed, no vibrant salute that ended up in details about her day. an anomaly. she almost turned around to leave, thinking if she retraced her steps, she’d return from that eerie glitch in the matrix that unfolded before her very own eyes. and she almost did just that had thing not signal her to enter. the appendaged filled her out on what she’d missed and she decided to act immediately. she tiptoed her way outside the room, making sure not to disrupt enid, which clearly got to bed earlier than usual. what was wednesday’s first instinct? seeking help. thus, she goes straight to the only sinclair after enid that she barely tolerates. the one she secretly stalked in her spare time, since she noticed caed ‘round kerr.

she cleared her throat, “i’m well aware we have our differences, but there’s something more important at stake.” she uttered, gaze flickering upwards to meet his. as much as she preferred keeping the other sinclairs around a grave deep distance, she had to fix it. since wednesday cannot exactly torture other adults, seeking kerr was the last resort. “it’s about enid.”

[kingsnack]

‘ lookin` good , sugar cake. ’

"right back atcha, sugar tits."

[shadowbrn]

kerr  sinclair  (  @inkfng  )  said  to  tyler  lockwood  ;  ‘ that’s why i’m here, isn’t it? ‘

tyler  hesitates  only  briefly.  there's  something  about  kerr  that  keeps  him  on  edge,  and  tyler  is  always  hyperaware  of  what's  going  on  when  kerr  is  there.  so  if  he's  being  completely  honest,  tyler  doesn't  know  why  kerr  is  there.  the  wolf  in  him  was  also  unsettled  by  kerr,  knowing  his  beast  was  different  .  .  .  even  if  the  specifics  of  it  didn't  make  sense  at  all.  not  that  tyler  had  taken  an  opportunity  to  learn  the  specifics.  he  avoided  kerr  like  the  plague  most  of  the  time.  ❝  i  don't  know  why  you're  here.  ❞  tyler  pointed  out,  ❝  you  just  kind  of  pop  up  in  an  almost  unsettling  way.  ❞

[hellsurvivr]

@inkfng   :    “ They have to, and will be, punished for it. .  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

                 curiosity killed the cat, or so the old saying goes. and unfortunately for her, she was an exceptionally curious person. it often led to her ending up in situations that fuck her up, and potentially have her returning to hell. and yet it doesn't stop her. if anything it makes her worse, ─── every part of her chasing that high that comes from, nearly dying. the danger that bleeds through and sends the adrenaline in her system spiking to levels that were truly out of her control. and when partnered with her wish to feel pain, if only to feel anything at all. it had her chasing those moments, like a goddamn bitch in heat. as she needed it, the danger and pain, it was a drug. which made her being a curious person, a very good thing.

                 looking at him, she can see the seriousness of the situation settle over him. as though it was a blanket, or shield he wrapped around himself. it was strange, and had her licking her lips, before teeth begin to mess with the piercing located in the plumpness of her bottom lip. ❝   why  …  ❞ words dripping quietly into the air, piercing it like a knife as she coughs to cover such a vulnerability. to mask her curiosity, it wasn't helpful in this situation ─── and yet she can't help herself, like a moth to the flame, her curiosity rears its head once more and has her looking at him. as tattooed fingers idly pick at the nails on her right hand ❝   so i take it you're the one to do the punishing  …  ❞ it was an obvious statement, that she knew, but now she was more curious about herself. if he huddled her in the same category as those that need punishing. but doesn't ask. that shred of curiosity she bites down. swallowing the venomous taste.

                 sometimes she found herself questioning, why was it always the ones who were young, who had to shoulder the hardest shit. had to sacrifice their childhood, to grow up too quickly. she was 17 when her world had changed, when she went to hell and was tortured for shits and giggles, and even now a few years later, she was still drowning in it all. and it wasn't air, though she guessed life never is. and something told her, and she could be wrong, but he had gone through hell himself, just in a different way to her. hence why he delivered the words so precise. so confident.

[pagetorn]

@inkfng said: “ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

Rory gives the other a pointed look, solitary brow rising in response. He leans forward against the counter of the food truck, fingers splaying out against it and head canting to one side. He's never been insulted for his prices before someone even has a chance to try the food he's giving them. Though, he supposes there's a first for everything. ❝ Aye, lad. Ten bucks for the crap. ❞

He's always searching for constructive criticism when it comes to his creations. Traveling the world, studying under renowned chefs in nearly every country, left Rory with a deep sense of understanding when it comes to the complexities of flavor. His truck even finds itself up for a Michelin star. This isn't the criticism he has in mind. ❝ How's about ye' try the food first before ye' make a judgment, yeah? ❞

[zoomingupthathilla]

inkfng asked:

“  family  isn’t  who  you’re  born  to  it  is  who  you’d  die  for.  ”

Frozen, fear began to slide through her entire being. Quickly taking over. Eating away at her. Chocking her. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, she could feel the anxiety and dread begin to mingle with the fear. His words caused her to lose whatever sense of self that she thought she had. Max thought she was put together , or at least good at pretending to be okay. In less than five seconds he made it feel as if her whole world was crashing down. A hand moving to her neck, trying to pry away whatever was strangling her. Whatever was making it hard to breath.

"... Wait." She managed to get out , her voice barely a whisper, because she didn't trust it not to crack. "A-are you saying you'd -- Am I reading too much into this, or are you saying you'd die for me? If that's what you're saying, I need you to promise me you won't. Please-- I appreciate that you took me in, that you took Billy in -- but... you can't die for me.." She was practically pleading, her eyes begging him to promise her that he wouldn't die for her.

Family? She had a family? People that cared for her, because they wanted to, not because they had to? People that might not leave?

[woednesdayaddams]

‘ poor little meow meow... ’ insert him fake pouting.

❛  cease  this  or  my  life,  both  are  in  my  favor  ❜    she  said  after  screaming  bloody  murder  at  what  she  heard.

[barhd]

                                     protective sibling starters.

@inkfng asked: “Did you eat yet?”

            DUSTIN   WAS   BUSY,   SITTING   AT   THE   TABLE,   AND   hunched   over   a   book.   Actually,   there   were   stacks   of   books   at   his   side.   Five   or   six   of   them   that   were   thick,   dull   in   color,   astronomy,   history   were   of   the   few—      very   much   labeled   as   the   "nerd"   books.   That   was   just   fine   with   the   young   teen.   He   enjoyed   reading   them.   Who   knows,   maybe   he   would   have   the   answer   to   a   million   dollar   question.   The   idea   made   him   smile   to   himself,   but   not   as   bright   as   he   did   when   he   looked   up   at   the   older   male   before   him.   Bright,   toothy   grin   with   eyes   that   sparkled   pure   joy.

               DIPPED   HEAD   LEFT   CURLS   TO   BOUNCE   AT   THE   sides.   At   Kerr's   question,   his   shoulders   bunched   up   for   a   second   or   two   before   falling   back   down,   "   I,   uh...   no.   I   was   planning   to   at   some   point,   but   I   guess   time   got   away   from   me.   "   he   spoke   slowly,   almost   tired   as   he   looked   down   at   his   watch   for   the   time.   It   was   much   later   than   he   thought   it   was.   And,   as   if   set   on   a   timer,   his   stomach   growled.

[shadowbrn]

kerr  sinclair  (  @inkfng  )  said  to  bianca  barclay  ;  ‘ what do you think i’m doing? ‘ 

kerr  sinclair  is  a  god  damn  mystery.  but  at  the  same  time,  he  wears  everything  right  on  his  sleeve.  he  is  who  he  is,  he  owns  it,  and  as  someone  who's  kept  her  own  life  a  secret  for  so  long?  she's  almost  envious  (  okay,  she  is,  but  she  won't  admit  that  to  him  ).  kerr  sinclair  is  .  .  .  god,  bianca  can't  even  describe  it.  there's  no  doubt  in  her  mind  that  he's  intense  and  unwavering,  but  she's  also  very  aware  of  the  darkness.  she's  got  a  little  of  that  herself,  even  if  she  knows  his  is  way  more  .  .  .  more.

finding  him  skulking  around  nevermore  (  for  lack  of  a  better  word  )  wasn't  that  unusual,  but  today  was  the  day  bianca  decided  it  needed  to  be  addressed.  she  wanted  to  know  more  of  .  .  .  what  it  was  he  did,  what  made  him  the  way  that  he  was.  and  so  of  course,  she'd  decided  the  best  course  of  action  was  to  simply  address  him.  he's  got  over  a  foot  on  her,  and  the  way  he  looks  down  at  her  definitely  makes  her  nervous,  but  she's  great  at  pretending  she's  okay.

after  all,  pretending  is  what  brandy  jane  bianca  barclay  does  best.

❝  if  i  had  any  idea  what  you  were  doing,  i  wouldn't  have  asked.  ❞  bianca  pointed  out,  trying  to  sound  more  confident  than  she  felt.  ❝  so  again  .  .  .  what  are  you  doing,  kerr?  why  are  you  just  out  here  .  .  .  lurking?  ❞

[townwxtch]

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .   ↳ @inkfng said "why are you doing all of this ?"

His question caught her off guard, most never asked her why. How or what more could she do; where the typical questions. Why? That was something she didn't even fully understand. Bonnie shifted her gaze from him thinking it over a moment before she came to a conclusion, ❝I could say I feel compelled to or bound by some witchy feeling. The simplest and most accurate answer would be, I want to. Is that a good enough reason?❞

[wheeling]

@inkfng sent: " well, that's a new one "

By  now,  anything  to  do  with  the  Upside  Down  was  easily  recognizable  to  Mike.  Something  weird  going  on?  People  going  missing?  Strange  and  unusual  deaths?  All  of  it  most  likely  had  to  do  with  the  Upside  Down,  which  was  a  secret  that  only  a  very  small  handful  of  people  knew  about.  Mike,  on  a  few  occasions,  had  seen  the  gateways  between  realms  that  demogorgons  were  capable  of  creating,  thus  making  it  easy  for  him  to  spot  the  one  in  the  side  of  the  tree  -  just  like  Nancy  had  once  described  to  him.  It  was  slowly  in  the  process  of  closing,  healing  over  and  soon  to  appear  as  if  there  hadn't ever been a  massive  hole  with  fleshy  looking  vines.

Startled  by  the  nearby  voice,  Mike  quickly  stood  up  and  moved  to  the  other  side  of  the  tree,  which  the  older  male  was  approaching  after  asking  what  he'd  been  looking  at.  Maybe  it  wouldn't  have  been  quite  so  questionable  if  he  hadn't  been  wearing  such  a  concerned  expression  on  his  face.  Shit.  Words  came  out  stuttered  as  he  stumbled  his  way  through  an  on-the-spot  excuse,  which  really  didn't  end  up  making  much  sense  and,  if  anything,  would  likely  only  leave  Kerr  with  more  questions.

Well,  that's  a  new  one.

❝ I  know  how  it  sounds.  It's  just,  uh...It's  super  poisonous --  and  really  rare.  Seriously,  I  wouldn't  recommend  getting  near  it, okay?  I  didn't even  realize  what  it  was  until  I  was  up  close. ❞  It  was  an  excuse  to  try  to  prevent  Kerr from  going  around  to  look  the  tree,  which  would  hopefully  be  closed  up  by  now. ❝ What are you even doing out here in the first place? ❞

[pagetorn]

@inkfng asked: " you call THAT a PLAN ? "

What can he say? Archer is the go with the flow type. Planning isn't part of his repertoire. Devious grin spreads across his face as the vampire raises his hands, palms facing front. He's not looking to start anything but certainly enjoys what he's seeing. ❝ Now, see... I call that part ova plan. 's up t' you t' decide where we're goin' from here. ❞

Archer has no quarrel with werewolves. In fact, once upon a time, someone he considered his best friend was a werewolf. Surprisingly, the smell never bothers him. And maybe he enjoys the look other vampires have on their face when they realize he's been around one or two. Always puts a smile on his face.

❝ I'm not sayin' ya gotta decide right this second but uh... 's lookin' like yer runnin' outta time. ❞

[metalsiren-a]

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. // @inkfng

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐃𝐎.  offer  her  home  to  him  for  the  night  to  rest  and  recouperate.  let  him  take  a  breath  before  he  went  off  to  do  whatever  werewolves  did.  it  was  all  still  so  new  to  her,  the  secret,  underground  world  of  what  he'd  explained  as  'supes';  vampires,  werewolves,  sirens  —  all  of  them  were  real.  at  first,  she  didn't  believe  him,  laughing  him  off  and  complimenting  him  on  just  how  convincing  his  delivery  had  been.  when  his  face  didn't  shift  from  that  very  serious  expression,  sawyer's  faded  into  it,  eyes  wide  with  disbelief.  even  still,  she  took  it  with  a  grain  of  salt;  not  letting  his  words  fully  sink  in,  not  letting  them  register  fully.  

until  just  now.

the  way  his  nails  had  turned  to  claws,  how  his  eyes  glowed,  his  teeth  sharpened  to  fangs.  sawyer  didn't  know  how  to  take  what  she  had  seen,  if  she  was  hallucinating  or  maybe  just  her  mind  playing  tricks  on  her.  it  must  have  been  shock,  she  told  herself,  it  couldn't  be  real.

that  would  have  been  easier  to  convince  herself  of  if  the  people  who  had  been  stalking  her  didn't  do  the  exact  same  thing;  hackles  raised  and  lips  curled  into  an  animalistic  snarl.  sawyer  didn't  even  have  time  to  react,  immediately  pulled  behind  kerr's  towering  frame  as  a  shield.  taking  a  step  back,  the  small  woman  felt  like  an  ant  amongst  giants,  watching  as  the  fight  finally  broke  out.  there  was  no  stopping  the  way  she  shrieked,  how  her  hands  lifted  to  cover  her  mouth  out  of  instinct,  having  never  been  exposed  to  such  violence,  especially  when  it  was  paired  with  noises  that  were  not  human  in  the  slightest.    

though  it  was  short,  kerr  coming  out  the  victor,  sawyer  could  tell  that  one  of  them  managed  to  lay  a  hand  on  him.  yeah,  he  said  he  was  fine.  that  it  wasn't  a  big  deal,  but  sawyer  wasn't  about  to  let  that  slide,  instead  offering  him  to  come  up  to  her  apartment  so  she  could  at  least  take  a  look  at  it;  the  whole  thing  was  partially  her  fault  anyways.

❛  just  wait  here.  ❜

a  sad  attempt  at  sounding  authoritative,  sawyer  walked  towards  her  kitchen,  while  leaving  kerr  to  get  comfortable  in  her  living  room.  grabbing  the  hydrogen  peroxide,  some  cotton  pads  and  gauze,  she  wasn't  a  medic  by  any  means,  but  she  knew  how  to  dress  what  she  hoped  was  a  minor  wound.  walking  back,  her  voice  became  slightly  frantic,  still  in  shock  from  everything  that  had  just  happened,  ❛  okay.  i  -  i  got  some  stuff  to  help.  ❜  in  all  honesty,  if  she  were  of  any  more  sound  mind,  she'd  give  herself  props  for  not  crying;  it  all  was  a  lot.

taking  a  seat  on  the  couch  beside  him,  the  blood  that  seeped  from  his  back  in  three  long  clawed  strokes  began  to  soak  his  shirt,  ❛  uhm,  can  i?  ❜  the  question  was  posed  gently,  only  pulling  the  already  basically  undone  shirt  from  kerr's  shoulders.  almost  immeidately,  she  could  see  them.  scars.  they  littered  over  the  spread  of  his  broad  back  and  sawyer's  expression  fell  one  into  concern,  ❛  this  might  ...  sting  a  little  ...    ❜  

there  it  was.  that  familiar  quiver  in  her  throat  as  she  dabbed  some  peroxide  on  the  cotton  pad  and  delicately  ran  it  over  the  wound,  trying  to  make  it  as  tolerable  for  him  as  possible.  all  the  while,  hazel  hues  scanned  over  his  scars,  biting  her  lower  lip  as  her  free  hand  ran  out  to  ghost  her  fingers  over  the  already  healed  wounds,  gnarled  and  risen  off  his  skin,  ❛  where'd  you  get  these?  ❜  a  sniffle  followed,  swallowing  back  her  tears  as  she  finished  cleaning  off  the  fresh  wound  and  moving  to  prep  it  with  gauze.  

[klaeusd]

what the hell are you doing here? + ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards .

ㅤㅤthe blow knocks him off balance just enough to cause rage to bubble up between his ribs, the growl of his wolf following closely behind. it tries to force its way out, canines elongating and claws breaking free. they slash at his attacker when he responds by shoving back, the scent of fresh blood sending his wolf into an even more intense frenzy. that all too familiar red haze starts to cloud his gaze, eyes glowing golden as the veins appear beneath them. ❛ challenging me? you must be impressively brave - or dangerously stupid, ❜ the words leave him in a snarl, mangled by the beast within him currently fighting for supremacy. ❛ i'm the original hybrid; do you have a death wish, mate? ❜ oh, how the animal within him hopes the answer is yes. always eager for war and bloodshed, the wolf lives for the next battle, the next hunt. and something tells him he's been handed a decent opponent.