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@asksirjimmycrystal
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I got a fuck ton of you lovelies to get around toā-
Let the lord cook.
If the anon button betrays you, your identity is safe with me.
Much Love xx
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On a very serious matterā¦
I wanted to pause and show appreciation for all the Anon Jimmies.
You lot are a genuine favorite part of my day.
Alrightā enough sap for one ladā¦
Move along.
Got the Flu for a momentā Back to the Grindstone.
Slow Anon Replies, Loves.
xx
(Heavy Apologies, donāt count on another.)
ā£ļø Hello, Sir Crystal. I have a blessing for you. Not as good as yours, but I tried. *clears throat* May your travels be fruitful, may your voice remain strong, may your father be perennially proud, and may your life be long. *Then, after a moment's hesitation, I take your hand and kiss your knuckles, maintaining eye contact*
Jimmy stiffened at the blessing, breath catching as their lips brushed his rings. His eyes locked onto theirsāruinous, searching, unsettled.
āDonāt,ā he said quietly, though he didnāt pull away. A beat passed, then softer, controlled. āBlessings weigh heavy on a man like me.ā His thumb tightened around their hand just once. āBut⦠I see you. Thatāll do.ā
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*inclining their head, they shyly offer you a rose in full bloom* It's from my garden, sir. I hope you like it.
Jimmy took the rose slowly, eyes dropping to the bloom like it might bite him. The tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction.
āFrom your own garden?ā he said quietly, thumb brushing a petal with surprising care. A low hum of approval followed. āThatās⦠thoughtful.ā He glanced back up at them, dark gaze steady. āI like things that survive where theyāre planted. Youāve done well, dove.ā
Can i be š¦ anon if thatās not taken
Thatās perfectly fine. I donāt think anyone has claimed that anon.
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MY DITZY IN CHRIST.
You lot are just a gaggle of Debaucheesā¦
I admire it.
Gimme some time to answer everyone.
xx Sir Lord Jimmy
My sweet Ditzyā- Anons tend to run together on me (Not a Jimmy Train reference š)
Imma need you lot to drop identifiers for me when you post Anon.
Hell, a bloody emoji or something just so I know Iām responding to the right folks with the correct pokes.
Thanks in Advance, Anon Jimmies.
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xx Jimmy
*I withdraw my hand a bit, but not completely* Well, perhaps it's not much for the heir of the omnipotent Old Nick, but... my loyalty, my reverence, even my heart, they're all yours for the taking. *I bow my head* If you wish, though, Sir Jimmy, say the word and I'll leave you be. I meant no disrespect.
Jimmy went still, breath tight in his chest. For a moment he looked like he might snapājaw clenched, eyes burningāthen something eased, just enough.
āEasy,ā he said quietly, voice rough but measured. His gaze stayed on them, heavy, searching. āI know what you meant.ā A pause, his tone now softer, restrained. āYou donāt need to disappear to prove loyalty.ā
He tipped his head slightly, a concession. āStay where you are, sweetheart. Just⦠be careful with me. Iām not always gentle when Iām cornered.ā
O Sir Lord, I come to you with a humble request. *I lean in slightly* Would you find it in your dark heart to bestow upon this sinner... a kiss?
Jimmyās eyes flicked over them, dark and sharp, a sneer tugging at his lips. He shook his head, disgust flickering like a shadow across his features.
āYou come crawling to me⦠asking for a kiss?ā he growled, voice rough. āYou think thatās charity enough for your sins, little moth?ā He leaned closer, fingers brushing their cheek with slow, reluctant care. āMaybe⦠just maybe⦠Iāll give you one. But rememberāthis.. is my mercy, petal. Donāt mistake it for weakness.ā
*gazes at you softly* You're lovely, Sir Jimmy. Breathtaking. *Reaches out to touch your face, but stops just short, meeting your gaze* May I?
Jimmyās jaw tightened, eyes sharp as their hand hovered near his face. His body was taut, every muscle coiled, but his gaze softened only for them.
āLovelyā¦ā he hissed, voice rough, almost a growl. āDonāt⦠donāt just reach.ā He leaned forward slightly, tone low, dangerous, yet careful. āAsk me first⦠always ask me first.ā
Jimmy shakes his head, agitation vibrating just beneath his skin. āWhat do I get return for blessing yeā so graciously..ā
On the realest noteā if you were those two sweet anons I totally fucked over (ACCIDENTALLY) with no gifsā
Iād kindly redo them with gifs if youād like to resend them!
I feel super duper shitty for the fuck up! (Donāt count on this twice)
*bows my head and presents you with a crown I made myself; one made of bird bones, thin golden chains, and antler tips, carefully woven together* For you, Lord Crystal.
Jimmy let the moment stretch, the air heavy as he studied what theyād madeābone bleached clean, gold glinting soft as candlelight, antler tips sharp with intention. He didnāt touch it right away. Power liked patience.
āLord Crystal,ā he echoed quietly, tasting the title. At last, he accepted the crown, turning it in his hands with something close to reverence. A slow, pleased breath left him.
āYouāve got clever fingers,ā he said, voice low, almost intimate. Then his gaze dropped to them, bowing at his feet. He reached out, lifting their chin just enough to meet his eyes. āStand,ā Jimmy murmured. āCrowns like this arenāt made by subjects alone⦠theyāre made by devotion.ā
Turning the Crown once more gently in his hands. āThank youā¦Youāve done well.ā Heād set the crown carefully atop his head before brushing his fingertips into a small airy dismissal. āGo on now. Youāve earned your rest Angel.ā