|| me: jim, for this reply to work you have to admit that you sometimes have feelings jim: repugnant, disgusting, abhorrent

“And we 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 when he gets snippy. So cute. So very adorable when there’s murder in his eyes.” Jim pouts out his bottom lip; an over exaggerated expression as his thumb now swipes back and forth across one cheekbone. “And I do like being reminded of that heart pumping hard.”

|| i SWEAR I’m still working on replies but but but in a His Dark Materials au/verse? Jim’s daemon is a green vine snake, and her name is Aesina. that is all also tell me ur HDM headcanons for your characters because !!! that’s good SL fodder

An expression flicks across Jim’s face before something sly plays about his lips, hoods his eyes. “Want to hurt me then?” The words are casual and sotto voce, but the fingers that wind into Sebastian’s hair and 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 are not. “I’ll decide that, shall I?”

|| a brief OOC message, if we’re writing together right now it applies to you, thank you guys for your continued patience 💙💙💙💙💙

|| so. i have finally found a groove of being able to be present in rp/balancing rl. i really, really miss all my plots and partners here. my disc*rd is below and even if we only ever plotted and never spoke, even if we never got that far. send a message, or like this tweet. 💙💙

ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ— 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ᴸᴵˢᵀᴱᴺ? — — — — ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘ • 𝟾 ʏʀs ᴏғ ᴊɪᴍ ᴍᴠ / ᴍs / ᴀᴜ • ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ ᴏғ #ᴢᴇᴇ

he needs sleep. will he? the answer is a hard 𝘯𝘰.

|| taps mic. i talked twitter into un suspending this account… anyone still here?

he has a righteous headache and someone should put a coffee in his hand in roughly thirty seconds. 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 he blows something up.

not even a glance up, but his hand does curl around the coffee cup. “i don’t remember asking for coffee 𝘢𝘯𝘥 sarcasm.”

a long sip returns his expression to a more neutral position, with less murder in the tilt of his mouth. “cheeky cheeky, just how does that pretty head fit on that neck with all that cheek.”

he finally looks up. a brow raised as he just 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 him over for a long beat, and there’s something dark in his eyes. “well, i’m only a liar when it’s necessary… or funny.” a corner of his mouth turns up briefly. “and it would be very silly to ignore the facts.”

he can’t help but note the way he’s being observed, and he sits back from his chair to give sebastian his 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 attention. his gaze sharpens along with the blade of his mouth as he hears the emphasis to ‘sir’. “mm. perhaps i’ll invest something else for you to do.”

he has not slept in 72 hours. he might be vibrating a little.