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So I really miss my Jim muse but one, idk if the fandom is still active. And two I need to remake all of my icons.
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So I really miss my Jim muse but one, idk if the fandom is still active. And two I need to remake all of my icons.
Send me a :X and my character will blurt out the first thing on their mind when they see your character.
"— really that top with those shoes?”
"Yes. This top with these shoes. You seem to think that I’m trying to impress someone and I’m not. I rather love the way these shoes fit me."
"---- honey how about trying to impress yourself. Those shoes don't look as good on you as you think, and where did you even find that top? The Goodwill bin? Honestly I refuse to be see with you in.... that."
"..I'm also gay."
"— we should have a sexy party then I love those."
"I— can’t say I’ve ever been to one of those…"
"---- well it is for adults after all. Though since just the two of us would be having one I could show what they are."
"Of course darling. Now where have you been lurking?"
"---- oh just here and there, hard to stay in London when you're supposed to be dead."
Tom didn’t notice the gun, instead focusing on getting the silver pen out of his pocket. He smiled when he saw him pull out the paper and pulled out the pen before uncapping it. “Okay, and what’s your name?”
Jim smiled sweetly at the actor and motioned to the little JM on the paper before saying, "---- James, James Moriarty but you don't have to write my whole name. Either is fine." He says and moved his finger away before turning to look around the room. Eyes soon settling back on Tom.
"Is that so…" The supersoldier eyed the other man. "Might i be so bold as to ask for you to assist me?"
"-- it is." Jim smiled sweetly at the large man, "-- hmm? And what could you possibly need from me?"
"What a way to speak to your son. I never liked you either dad."
"-- oh don't take it personally, I don't like anyone."
"Ok fair enough, bad news is the target knew that someone was following him. Good news is I killed him."
"---- how did he know?"
'Perhaps I am tired of doing everything my brothers tell me to do and that brought me to you.”
"-- well, well. You certainly have my attention then, tell me what you thought would actually be accomplished by coming to see me today and I will tell you if you're right."
"Gosh, someone’s in a mood today," she says, slightly peevish but still gratingly perky, as per usual when dealing with a particularly difficult person. "And I’m most certainly not annoying."
Jim blinked again and tilted his head a bit before straightening his back. "---- if I snap my fingers I can have you shoot. If I say a certain word I could have you cut into tiny pieces." He says calmly, "-- so unless you are about to leave or say something that pleases me. Stop talking." He leaned forward in is seat staring her down.
"I don’t suppose you like sharing, then?"
"---- not unless I've been persuaded correctly."
"What happened to us?"
"—— you choose my brother did you not?"
"— hmm right, and how exactly what do you plan we do together?"
"What we use to do minus the sex"
"—— well that’s boring. How about we go kill someone then?"
"Only if I am on yer side. Don’ wanna cross paths if we ain’t."
"---- is that so." Jim said amused by the man, "-- and could I be so bold to ask, what would it take to get you on my side?"
The brain and the heart.