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kinda want to start a whole new blog w/ a different muse & a new alias since all my blogs are dead since my return but also?? i cancelled my photoshop subscription (& couldn’t make themes/promos for shit anyway) so it’s not like i could make a blog or have anyone pay attention there either???
bury a friend // billie eilish
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i just want to write more things with my cult leader jasper fucking up everyone's lives and getting away with it bc people fall for his shit. he's the worst. i love him.
davina claire.
it was wishful thinking that life would be like this every day , that life would be somewhat of a fairytale for the both of them but she had known that it wouldn’t be easy. but in this moment it was just them against the world and she wouldn’t give it up for the world, no she would fight off anyone who had threatened to ruin what they had . her breathing had caught in her throat when he had broken the kiss , swallowing hard as her gaze remained on him , chest flushed slightly to match her cheeks , her lips parted as his thumb brushed over her lower lip and she wanted to get lost in the feel of his kiss again . swallowing hard she had allowed her eyes to flutter shut at the feel of his forehead against hers and she had wanted to pretend that he wasn’t her professor and that she wasn’t a student in his law class, a student who had worked for him in his lawfirm. she had wanted nothing more than to be a girl in love with a guy and they had everything in the world in this moment. ‘ forever. ‘ she breathed out as she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his, not faltering once . ‘ this is terrifying and i am honestly — feeling this for you … i’ve never done this before . but i don’t want you to leave , stay as long as you’ll have me . ‘
didn’t even care to wonder whether there were eyes on them, if they were being seen by people who would out two and two together that he was both her professor and boss. all that mattered was the woman in his arms; someone he truly believed was his equal despite their stations. as out of his depth as he felt, jasper took comfort in the fact that, unlike with maria, there wasn’t an obvious power imbalance that would destroy them both. ❝ forever. ❞ felt like nothing but a foolish man with those words, but one so happily in love that he didn’t even care. gazes locked and arms wrapped around davina, he held her close as he considered her words. ❝ i’m afraid, too. ❞ a shake of his head, wry smile forming. understatement of the century. ❝ i want to do this right. maria be damned, i’m in this with you for the long haul, i promise. ❞
i was taught young how to be stone - cold, self - reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and a subtle charm ready to conquer the world. so i learned from early on to only cry behind closed doors, on dim lights, without sound, to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help. because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? i can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and i can always go back and face the world pretending i’m okay. ————PENNED BY JESS.
davina claire.
she knew that if his father was here that things would be a lot different and she can’t help but wonder if she would even be at the compound if Jasper wasn’t the leader of the compound and the sheep that had been residing within . ‘ your father might love me but I would of had no interest in him . i’m definitely more into leaders , not false believers . ‘ she had hummed as she spoke , knowing that possibly talking bad about his dad might cause some sort of outlash but by the hints that he was giving off she couldn’t help but piece together that he was the cause for the loss of life for the old leader of the compound . the idea and the thought of him taking a life with his own hands had her shifting in her seat , turned on more and desiring to see that dominance that he had intimately .
joining the compound had been something that she had wanted to do to keep her behaviors up but to stay in hiding but nobody really bothered that lifestyle of nomads who had wanted to keep to themselves . she had believed that being there would only allow her to be in the darkness even when she had still been in the spotlight for the things that she had done & she had been lucky that she had been out of the spotlight enough that her picture wasn’t circulating for she would have already been put into an interrogation room if that had been the case . being here , being with jasper had given her the opportunity to grow and to get better at what she had done , and who better to learn from than him .
‘ stories are better with illustration if you ask me , no matter how beautiful the words might be . ‘ she replies with a smirk on her lips , eyelashes fluttering as she finds the perfect time to bring up his father & how she had believed that he had killed him and it didn’t scare her , no this behavior had only done one thing and it was to arouse her . ‘ how did it feel ? to watch his life slip from his eyes while you took it from him ? ‘ lips were parted , tongue darting out to drag over the lower lip as she pressed them to swallow hard , watching as he leaned in to cup her chin & then threaten her . ‘ come on Jazzy . ‘ she all but moaned , leaning in to nip at his lower lip , hand on his thigh again but dragging up slightly to tease him but not quite close enough to brush fingers over the bulge . ‘ you know that i’m perfectly capable of being in control of what i do and don’t do . allow the blood to keep running & i’ll give you anything . ‘ her breathing is warm against his lips as her nose brushes softly against his , a quick peck of her lips to his . ‘ maybe even enough that i’ll show you how much i can be beneficial to you beyond the bloodshed . ‘
a hint of a grin at davina’s comment about his father, taking in the obvious shifting in her seat. ❝ you’d do well not to speak disrespectfully of the dead. ❞ a habitual comment more than anything, but one he knew was right in the moment. regardless of whether davina knew the reverend, it did jasper well to appear as the loyal son who’d lost his father far earlier than he should have.
gaze flashed as she spoke of what he’d done, momentarily remaining silent as he assessed her. knew it was dangerous to speak of the truth to anyone other than kai, - and even then, he knew there was a risk there, too, - but was also comfortable enough in his position to consider telling her to be a test. no doubt he’d keep a closer eye on her for the foreseeable future, but why not throw her a bone and see whether she could be trusted? besides, regardless of how smart she believed she was for putting the pieces together, he wasn’t about to allow her to know everything. arched a brow, tone a mere whisper meant only for davina. ❝ it felt like i’d never had more power in my life. like i’d finally become the man i was meant to be. ❞ wondered for a moment what it said about him that killing the man who’d raised him had given him such a thrill before giving way to the guilt and fear. until this moment he’d never told a soul about how he’d felt when he’d watched the reverend die, even if what he’d told davina was just the tip of the iceberg. wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to tell anyone the full truth; that the adrenaline rush had raged war with the heartache as he’d watched the man who, even with all the lies, had been the only one who had ever seemed to truly care for him.
returned all emotions on the topic to the carefully constructed box in the back of his head, hand tightening on her chin as she moaned, his lips parting when she nipped him. arousal shot through him at the feeling combined with her hand on his thigh, brows furrowing just slightly at the realization she was teasing him. wasn’t a fan of teasing, unless it was him doing so at least. rolled his eyes at the softness of her actions and the quick peck, pressing their lips together in a rough kiss before dropping his hand from her chin and pulling away. turned without another word, taking his switchblade from the door pocket and exiting the vehicle, stashing the blade and keys in his jacket. took a deep breath of air before nose crinkled in distaste, missing the freshness of the compound as he assessed their surroundings. now to find someone worthy of their excursion.
... volturi guard jasper tho
“We kill people and then we fuck. It’s our thing.”
@fallenregent // murder couple.
a low chuckle in response to davina’s statement, fingertips lightly brushing over her forearm. streaks of red spread across her skin as he trailed through the blood that had splattered there from the night’s activities. ❝ sounds as though we’re getting predictable. ❞ a sigh as he lifted his hand to her jaw, gaze fixed on hers as he spoke. ❝ i’d hate for you to get too comfortable. ❞
Starters for the murder couples... {POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING}
“I thought I told you to kill him/her?”
“You have blood on your cheek.”
“The prisoner is yours before the sun comes up.”
“Please, can I kill them?”
“No! You can’t kill this one!”
“I need your help. The body’s too heavy.”
“I don’t know why I stay with you?”
“Are you fucking stupid?!”
“Didn’t I tell you to take care of them?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
“God! You couldn’t have picked a skinnier person to kill?”
“I’ll get the mop!”
“I’ll get the saw.”
“You know the drill.”
“You lure them in and I’ll knock ‘em out.”
“We kill people and then we fuck. It’s our thing.”
“I lure them in and you knock ‘em out.”
“Do I have blood on my face?”
“I thought you said you were going to clean up the mess?!”
“This is your mess, you clean it up.”
“Let’s keep him/her for a few days.”
“The cops are coming.”
“They’re going to find out it’s us eventually.”
“We’re like Bonnie and Clyde.”
“I’ve been shot.”
“It’s not bad! You’re gonna make it! You just gotta stay awake.”
“Please don’t leave me.”
“We’ll stick to our story.”
“I’ll take the life in prison/death penalty. I won’t let you go to jail.”
“You’re my Bonnie.”
“I’m your Clyde.”
“Was it worth it? All this blood?”
“Yeah. It was a good time.”
“I’ll see ya on the other side.”
to celebrate my triumphant return to this blog, i just want you all to know that emmett definitely blasted old town road to make fun of jasper and it totally backfired on him as jasper, completely stone faced, sung along to it word for word without hesitation.
aka jasper whitlock is a fan of old town road and he has zero shame about it.
davina claire.
secrets like this didn’t dance across her tongue that often because as much as davina sydney had liked to be known for the dark and terrible things that she had done , she also had wanted to make sure that she was still going to go free . jaspers place was a safe spot for her to do what she had pleased , but to also remain on her knees , worshipping a god before her , to easily and happily take lives to contribute to his life and wellbeing . davina might still be in the early stages of being at the compound , she might still be under close observation — her having walked in on him in just a towel as an indication of how close that observation had been .
he had started to put the pieces together and the moment that it had connected and clicked in his mind a smirk had started to play on her lips , amused & highly aroused at the thought that he had remembered her , that her crimes had reached even his eyes and ears & if he had been impressed by it she only would feel that arousal being fueled further . ‘ i didn’t know of your fathers passing when i had gone on my spree , but i’d rather serve on my knees to you instead . ‘ she admits , knowing that talk of this would either cause him to be proud of possibly angry , but she doesn’t care , she has no issue to lie to him or to sugarcoat what she had planned on doing in the community . she was there to serve him & nobody but him .
his question of her reasonings for her taking the lives of the eleven people in New Orleans had caused her to smirk , but she had turned to watch as the car had come to a halt and she knew that they had been at their destination . it was time , but she had to answer this question first and she could feel herself vibrating with excitement . ‘ their behaviors were definitely a motivating factor . ‘ she begins , playing with the knife between her fingers as she bites on her lower lip before her tongue smooths over it to soothe it . ‘ i just wanted to see what they looked like without their heads , but I wanted to make a story , i wanted to make a spectacle of it all . ‘
jasper had known there was more than met the eye with davina; the knowledge of such had been part of why he’d been reluctant to place even the most basic level of trust in her. it wasn’t the darkness he had a problem with, - much the opposite, in fact, given those who were acquainted with the darkness were the most useful to him, - but rather the fact that he’d been unable to pinpoint the exact amount within her, and the truth of where she’d come from. but knowing the truth had him intrigued, with motivations for davina’s place within his cult shifting. where before he was ready to dispose of her, now he wondered just how much blood he could soak her skin with and how deeply ingrained her loyalty to him could be. a quiet chuckle when she spoke of serving on her knees to him, a jolt of arousal as gaze swept over her form before meeting hers once more. ❝ father would have loved you. ❞ knew his words to be true, and for a moment he was glad davina had arrived after the reverend’s death; her potential would have been wasted with the elder male using her only as a hole to stick his cock in when he felt the need.
a curious tilt of his head as he observed the female beside him, her excitement at being able to discuss the topic all too obvious to sharp eyes. there was a different feeling to her than the others; murdering people for him had been fun for kai, whereas for harley it was something she never truly seemed to understand the ramifications of. for davina there was the excitement, the exhibitionist motivations for killing in such a dramatic way that was sure to be remembered by all those who had heard of her deeds. wondered for a moment, as he had before, just how far he could push her before she truly snapped. registered a hint of excitement at the idea of seeing what she’d do when she did, for he knew if anyone could push the female further than she’d already gone, it was him.
a nod in response to her answer, not entirely surprised that the mistreatment she’d been faced with hadn’t been the whole reason for what she’d done. gave a quiet hum as he considered her, the memory of his hands tightening around the reverend’s throat flashing at the forefront of his mind. didn’t push the thought away as he usually did, rather he allowed it to remind him of how far he’d come since that moment. while their motivations had ultimately been very different, - especially with davina displaying her act so extravagantly where he’d sought to keep his a more subtle production, - there was a part of jasper that recognized the outcomes had been very similar; where they’d each been caged and mistreated, the deaths of their family members had been what they’d needed to set them free. ❝ seems you and i both have a way of telling a story with our actions. ❞ of course, jasper wasn’t about to reveal that he’d been the one to end the reverend’s life, despite the vague statement, but still he laid the breadcrumb of information down for her to follow. hand reached out to take hold of her chin, gaze fixed on hers as he leaned closer, tone lowered as he spoke. ❝ in the compound, i prefer a certain level of subtlety... but out here? ❞ a smirk curved up the corner of his lips, a darkness in his gaze. ❝ out here is where you’ll see more of me than the sheep ever will. don’t fuck it up for yourself, sydney. i'd hate to have to make you disappear. ❞
davina.
@whitlxcked
‘ Jazzy ? ‘ she looks up at her brother as her fingers remained laced with his , tucking hair behind her ear that the wind had blown out of place . her cheeks were flushed and she was suspiciously close but she didn’t care . ‘ do you ever wonder how life would be if you hadn’t been my brother ? ‘ a sigh falls from her lips as she moved to nuzzle into his shoulder , breathing in his scent . ‘ how my love for you wouldn’t be seen as some abomination but as something pure and sweet ? ‘
lifted gaze to meet hers when she spoke his name, remaining silent even after she asked her question and nuzzled into him. thoughts triggered a tightness in his chest; a longing for a world where they didn’t have to worry about questions such as these. lifted free hand to rest upon her back, closing his eyes as he held davina close. ❝ i try not to dwell... but i do often wonder. ❞ pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before opening eyes once more. ❝ i imagine a life where we run far enough away that we can change our names and not be recognized for who we are. a life where we could be happy without fear of persecution. ❞
davina claire.
she knew that there had been things he had wanted to know , and that having such a dark secret being held from him she had known it had been dangerous . that it had been something that could turn against her but she had found it intriguing how he had remained so cautious when she had been holding onto a past so dark . ‘ you aren’t afraid of what you might find out if i tell you my real name , right ? ‘ she asked , licking her lips as she had continued to watch him , twirling a strand of hair around her finger , biting on her lower lip and humming . ‘ i’ll give you a hint , and if you can figure it out i’ll tell you my story . ‘ eyelashes fluttered with faux innocence as she had leaned towards him , elbow on the center console as she rested her chin on her hand .
‘ New Orleans a few years ago , an incident had caught national news , the suspect having disappeared and hadn’t resurfaced , believed to be dead . ‘ tongue darted over her lips as her finger traced patterns on his thigh , nail digging just slightly to give him just a hint of what had happened , of the torment she had caused on those who had kept her locked up . ‘ girl had been abused , physically and mentally . locked away but none of that got to the national news because she is a monster . people can’t look at a monster and feel sympathy , right ? ‘ she retracted her hand as she had removed her knife from her boot and played with it between her fingers, making no motion towards him to show him that she hadn’t been a threat . ‘ all victims had their throats slashed , nearly cut off completely . such a brutal incident , it’s a shame they never caught the suspect . ‘
❝ knowing what i know, there’s very little left in this world that make me afraid. ❞ an offhanded comment despite the weight it held from a lifetime of emotional manipulation and his own sins. he remembered the feeling of fear as though it was secondhand; a small boy thrust into a new life, a young man realizing everything he’d known was a lie and finding out exactly what he was capable of. could describe the feeling if he had to, but felt nothing more than a dull ache in his chest when thought of it. rolled his eyes at her hint, not entirely impressed by the idea. he’d never been one for guessing games. he much preferred the instant gratification of someone telling him the information he wanted. figured his eye roll was enough of a response, remaining silent as he waited for her to speak.
a hint of a frown furrowed brows when davina spoke, her hints coming together to raise flags of recognition as he listened. had always kept track of the news since taking over from the reverend, even if he didn’t look fully into the stories presented; liked to know what was going on in the outside world after a lifetime of being kept in the dark. vaguely registered her nail against his thigh, more focused on putting the pieces together. turned towards her momentarily when she took out her blade, a pointed look that let her know what would happen if she tried to use it against him before looking back at the road. when she spoke of how the victims died, it was as though all the pieces fell into place. he knew her. ❝ you’re sydney tate. ❞ didn’t bother asking for confirmation, the statement spoken neutrally as he mentally filed through his memories of the news reports. ❝ you killed them all just before my father died. i remember reading some articles about the case, but didn’t keep up with it. ❞ after all, there was the small matter of having just murdered the reverend and taking over leadership to deal with at the time. slowed the car as they reached their destination, putting it in park before turning to face davina. or sydney, he supposed. ❝ tell me, honestly; do you believe what you did to them was justified because of how they treated you? ❞
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/blinks/ am i seeing ghosts...?
i am the spooooooky ghost of roleplayers past
davina claire.
there was still a surge of embarrassment from when she had admitted that she had saved herself for so long , and even more so at the realization that she probably was going to continue to be one . she didn’t admit it to people often , how she had been pure in the sense of someone else touching her , but she had been violated in ways people who were not undercover didn’t understand . Scars . she had a rather large scar on her stomach , when she had been attacked during her last time out and she knew she’d have to tell him about it as well . But right now she just wanted to get things through with the sexual aspect , especially since her mind started to wonder what it would be like to put on a convincing performance , how he’d feel between her thighs and the pressure . a blush came to her cheeks , attempting to brush it off as she looked over him . ‘ personal beliefs I guess . I’m not one to give myself away to someone who doesn’t love me fully and truly . ‘
Her words were honest though , they weren’t part of the ruse , and it also added onto her mistrust in people she had worked with . ‘ scars , we should go over them just in case anyone sees and asks . ‘ it was like going over their bodies with a fine tooth comb , trying to memorize one another on sight alone and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d learn better with his fingers against warm skin . fingers wrapped around the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to show the three inch white scar along her abdomen , stretching to the right of her bellybutton. ‘ for my excuse here , i’ll just say that I had an unfortunate time with a kitchen knife . It is simple and believable . I can say that I was chopping up something hard and the knife slipped . ‘ the real story was a bit more gruesome than that , but she wasn’t going to let it get to her , no she’d bury that deep down like she always did .
❝ no shame in that. ❞ respected the idea of saving oneself until finding the right someone, even if he knew he’d never been the best at knowing the difference between true love and manipulations. a brief consideration for where he’d be at in life if his judgement had been better when he was younger, less naive behind the rose coloured glasses that left him so easily fooled by those who wished to use him. pushed aside the thoughts as quickly as they came; if ever there was a moment to be grateful for the fact that being a male allowed him a certain sense of leniency when it came to his sexual history, it was now. if he was presented with a moment during the mission where respectful husband wasn’t the role he had to play, he knew he could just as easily share tales of random sexual conquests and not have to worry about going into details that triggered thoughts of the emotional side of things.
the sight of the scar on davina’s abdomen had his imagination conjuring up scenarios of what the true origin of it might be, each scenario more gruesome than the last. considering the amount of scars left on his skin, jasper knew firsthand the dark places scars could come from. nodded his head in response to her cover story before eyes rolled and a lighthearted smile formed on his lips, tone jovial when he spoke. ❝ i’m still not convinced it wasn’t just a ploy to get out of cooking. ❞ a pause before he spoke again. ❝ with any luck, they won’t think to question the story if we can back it up. ❞ running through the mental inventory of his own scars to decide which ones to show first, he settled on arms and began rolling up his sleeves as he spoke. ❝ i have a few. it’s believable enough to say they’re a hazard of the job and a bad temper. ❞ held arms out towards davina to show the silvery scars that littered his skin, most of which came from knife attacks. ❝ these are the most visible ones, but there’s a couple bullet scars on my chest, plus more knife wounds that are hidden by my clothes. and this one, too. ❞ tilted back his head to show the faint line on his neck, remaining clinical as he gave the brief overview.
whaddup. jessica is back on her bullshit.
