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Dates- Behind the Scenes

Aren't you sweet?

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a very personal and intense disney ask ~

Aurora: Story of your first kiss

Rapunzel: 5 things from your bucket list

Dory: Something someone has told you that you can't forget (two good things and one bad)

Pocahontas: Something new you taught someone.

Mulan: Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.

Jasmine: The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?

Belle: Is there someone you are close to who no one else likes? What's the story?

Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?

Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you.

Eric: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.

Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone.

Tiana: A time you tried the hardest for something.

Boo: A childhood hero.

Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.

Seven Dwarfs: 7 things you like in the people around you.

Kronk: What you are best at in the kitchen?

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.

Cinderella: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?

Nemo: Your bravest moment.

Terk: Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?

Buzz: Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.

Alice: Done drugs?

Peter Pan: Something from your childhood that you still love.

Merida: What are you most passionate about?

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OOC:

Hey guys, I really want to get back into RPing here, but I'm very overwhelmed. So I've decided to unfollow everyone I'm not actively talking with and start fresh. I love you all, but my dash is really cluttered.

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M!As

Deadly Insomniac: Your muse is unable to sleep for a specified amount of time regardless of how many attempts they make, becoming extremely tired, weak and dangerously volatile.

Childlike Innocence: Muse is mysteriously transformed into their small childhood form for a specified amount of time, accompanied with all the usual juvenile behaviours.

Personality Swap: Muse's usual personality is suddenly switched with another's for a specified amount of time, causing them to act like that person perfectly. Anon decides who.

Cross-dresser: Muse becomes a cross dresser for a specified amount of time, dressing up as the opposite sex.

Animal Suits!: Anon chooses an animal Muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time, imitating it's behaviour and characteristic traits.

Charmingly Flirtatious: Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences.

Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.

Shape Shifter: Anon decides what form Muse changes into, whether it be an animal, person, or even an object.

Player: Muse attempts to get in bed with everyone for a specified amount of time.

Lost: Muse becomes hopelessly lost, loosing all sense of direction they previously had.

Sex Change: Muse turns into the opposite sex for a specified amount of time.

Habitually Violent: Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to.

Leather Panties and Stockings: Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for a specified amount of time, becoming extremely horny as a result.

Crossover: Muse becomes part of another fandom for a specified amount of time. Anon decides what.

Sweet Lips: Muse will give a kiss to anyone who utters the words 'sweet lips'. Can be via ask, replies or rebloging.

Docilely Submissive: Muse becomes an adorable little uke for a specified amount of time, as obedient as a dog and as playful as a kitten. Anon may choose who for.

Aggressively Dominant: Muse becomes a sadistic seme for a specified amount of time. Anon may choose who for.

Amnesia: Muse forgets everything about themselves, from their name to what they ate for breakfast.

OOC: Muse becomes seriously out of character for a specified amount of time.

Delusions of Grandeur: Muse starts to believe they are better than everyone, becomes the most important person in their universe and has a false sense of confidence, bragging about everything.

Of Love and Stuffing: Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. Anon may specify what, or else it is Muse's most loved person, thing, or animal.

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❤ + moriartysboys (SEVERIN)

((Left an ask. :3))

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Anonymously send me "❤" + a url and I'll kiss whomever it is.

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What if blood was glittery. Like, say you try to literally out with someone's heart, and you have all this glitter everywhere? Wouldn't that be cool? It'd be a pain in the ass to clean though, not that blood isn't already.

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Oh, hush. You just like being in trouble.

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Roselyn wants Sebastian- well, as far as Jim can tell, she wants his innards in a bucket and his body open on her living room floor. It would be a lovely sight, of course, and he allows himself to entertain the mental image for a while before realizing she's still talking. "Lilies?" he mumbles to himself, grinning and shaking his head. How disgustingly sentimental. Not that Jim dislikes flowers particularly- he doesn't like them, of course, but then he doesn't like anything. And Jim has had enough dealing with killers to know they have a very particular way in which they like to kill. 

He waits with Megan's body, venturing closely and gently nudging her head to the side with the toe of his shoe. "Poor dear," he sighs, tsking and shaking his head. "Your business is murder. You should've known the signs. I'd say I'll miss you, but I really won't." And he straightens her head, smoothing back a stray lock of hair and straightening up as Roselyn comes back. "How lovely," he deadpans, looking at the flowers.

Megan Lassiter | Jim & Roselyn

“Ah, yes,” replies Roselyn, noting the possessive emphasis in Mr. Moriarty’s tone. “You’re very lucky to have him.” She wouldn’t dare touch Sebastian Moran; she valued her life too much. “But if you excuse me, I have to go get the lilies. I forgot them in her bedroom.”

Roselyn turns away from Moriarty and walk through the living room and into Megan’s bedroom. There was a large basket covered with a blanket full of white lilies sitting in the center of Megan’s bed. Megan had spent a good hour cutting all the flowers from their stems, but the added work was well worth it. White lilies where Megan’s favorite. Roselyn also grabs a pack of large sewing needles and heavy duty thread out of her purse and toss them on top of the blanket. She picks up the basket and makes her way back to Megan and Moriarty.      

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"It's how it's working now," Jim countered, patting Vetis's shoulder and finding the sensation of touching a demon so horrifying that he vowed to never do so again, stepping to the side and closing the book again. "Don't worry. It'll be fun. You love corruption, and so do I," he chirped cheerfully. "And I've got plenty more chocolate where that came from." In a stark contrast to Vetis's near panic, Jim was calm and cheerful, excited by the prospect of having an actual demon as an employee. In truth, he had never intended to summon an archangel. Metatron would be just as likely to kill him as Vetis- after all, he was the closest to a demon a human could be.

"Thank you," Jim said finally when Vetis agreed, nodding slowly and pressing his hands together to show respect. That was how he treated his clients, after all- properly showing gratitude after a client made a sacrifice would make him appreciate his decision and be primed to Jim's will in the future. He had no idea if it would work with a demon but it was worth a try. "I'd like to discuss how I can best utilize your talents and find tasks for you that you'll enjoy. What are you good at?"

yourmajestyvetis started following you

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All of my employees know better than to smoke in front of me.

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Jim remembers very well where Lassiter got it from. He remembers the sound of her whimpering as he stubbed the cigarette out on her wrist, not wanting to show weakness by making more of a noise. That had been disappointing, but he'd thought it showed good character. Apparently he was wrong, he thinks sourly. She was an idiot, and now she's a dead idiot. Perhaps he's being childish, but it doesn't matter. On the outside, he appears as cool and calm as ever, gazing out with only an expression of vague annoyance. 

Roselyn seems to be finished, so Jim stands, brushing off his clothes and turning to her with a smile to thank her for her time. But then she mentions his favorite pet, and Jim's smile fades again. "Sebastian Moran," he fills in. "My right hand man, yes." Emphasis on "my". Sebastian will never end up lying on this tarp on the floor, empty save for his heart. Not unless Jim is the one to put him there.

Megan Lassiter | Jim & Roselyn

“I wondered where she got that from,” said Roselyn, placing the lungs in the bucket. It was almost full to the brim with viscera, but the lid would fit on it just fine. She stood up then, looking down at the body in front of her. Megan’s heart was the only organ in her abdominal cavity now, and it was time for Roselyn to get the flowers, thread and sewing needle that she had left in Megan’s bedroom. Pale, split open and hollowed out except for her heart; Megan was a vision of beauty and serenity, and Roselyn needs to pay tribute to that. It almost physically pains her to even think of not doing so.   

 Just as she turns to collect the last of her supplies, something dawned on the Roselyn. “Wait. I thought your right hand man smoked. Oh what’s his name,” pointed out the serial killer, snapping her bloody fingers as she tried to remember the man’s name. He was just her type for man, tall, strong, confident, dangerous. The type of man she likes to knock down a few pegs. Too bad really, but she knew it would be a very poor choice her part to even stalk the man knowing who he belonged to. She could easily find others like him.  

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In which the Second Most Dangerous Man in London is actually the most adorable.

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Good boy.

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Sitting back, Jim falls silent, absently watching Roselyn. He wonders what she'll do with the organs in the bucket. He wonders what she'll do with the husk left behind. But just like before, he doesn't ask. He isn't /that/ curious, and he knows from experience that it can be nice to have some secrets.

"She did smoke," Jim answers immediately, "But I'm sure she stopped long ago." When Roselyn reaches for the lungs, Jim knows just what she's looking for and leans in again, eager to confirm his statement. The black dapples make him smirk, nodding slowly to confirm the killer's guess. "My employees aren't allowed to smoke," he explains grandly, not even bothering to conceal his pride, and he reaches down to her side, gently turning over her hand and revealing a circular scar on the inside of her wrist. "Whenever I catch one of them, I put the cigarette out. Megan got the lesson fairly quickly." And if she did smoke, she did it in private, where Jim wouldn't notice. That, he didn't mind. She wasn't close enough to him for him to mind the occasional cigarette.

Megan Lassiter | Jim & Roselyn

While not being able to read people very well, Roselyn can tell that this little discovery has upset Jim in some way. She sees it in his eyes, a darkness growing there, snuffing out the morbid fascination that she saw their earlier. She knows she should be afraid of or at least wary of Mr. Moriarty at this moment, but she feels nothing. Like usual.

Curiosity and an obsessive, single minded need to see more, touch more, take more, where the closest things to emotions that Roselyn felt most of the time. Frustration and possessiveness reared their ugly heads on the rare occasion, but she hadn’t felt them in months.

Placing the kidneys into the bucket, Roselyn wonders what Mr. Moriarty is feeling right now… Maybe anger? How refreshing it would be too able to feel anger towards Megan for her failure to take care of her beautiful body. “Of course. I wonder if she had any other unsavory habits… Smoking generally goes along with drinking, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she has damaged her lungs,” replies the serial killer coldly. She cuts the gallbladder out, followed by the spleen, and then stomach, putting them into the quickly filling bucket. Next were the lungs, which had a sprinkling of black spots across them, but where otherwise a healthy pink colour. “Either she had quit, or she smoked rarely,” comment Roselyn with a hint of disdain before putting the lungs in the bucket as well.     

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