DEATH IS MUCH SIMPLER

ind and semi-selective jessamine lovelace of the infernal devices. penned by moo. side blog to ofcateyes.

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so I’ve decided to remake jessamine and you can now find her over here so please go follow by clicking anywhere in this sentence!!

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moved blogs

so I've decided to remake jessamine and you can now find her over here so please go follow by clicking anywhere in this sentence!!

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drops in to say I miss Jessamine and I may be considering remaking her.

[potterlyjames]

ofparasol:

“So you were talking about having some fun?” She murmured softly, stepping closer.

James made sure the door was shut before closing the distance between them and kissing her.  She was so beautiful, so genuine that James couldn’t help but kiss her. Fuck the consequences. “That was just a taste of fun that we could have.” 

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She leaned into the kiss, fingers curling slightly in his shirt. Maybe she shouldn't let him but she didn't want to stop. “Don't tease a girl with such a small taste.” She grinned slightly, tilting her head to look up at him.

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distvnces:

can i have a plot where instead of the older guy corrupting and tainting the younger girl, it’s reversed ?? where muse a is this vixen of a teenager, in her senior year of high school. she’s got a permanent smirk etched onto her scarlet red lips, and her hips sway with every step that she takes. muse b on the other hand is in his first year of university. not exactly a social outcast, but he’s definitely not on the radar either. he prefers staying in and playing video games over going to some stupid frat party; the type of guy to fumble over his words upon talking to a girl. muse a and muse b start dating and she’s the one that’s constantly dragging him into alleyways to have her wicked way with him, and it’s her hand that’s inching up his thigh when they’re sitting at dinner with his parents. and she’s the one who convinces him to go to frat parties ( and obviously take her along with him ). all of muse a’s friends spill with envy at the thought of muse a having an older boyfriend, but they don’t realize that muse b might be the biggest dork to ever walk this planet though muse a adores him for it.

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sex+romance headcanons!

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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#TeamILikeGivingHead

[potterlyjames]

ofparasol:

“Oh, is that so?” She hummed, turning to face him properly now. “And how do I know you don’t say that to everyone else you meet? Hm?”

biting his lip, james responded “I guess you will just have to trust me on that.” 

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“So you were talking about having some fun?” She murmured softly, stepping closer.

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JESS ;

She didn’t want to disappoint. She wanted to do well and she wanted to learn how to fight properly. But it wasn’t simple. It wasn’t like everyone had told her; it’s in her blood, it was a natural ability. It felt entirely unnatural and Jessamine couldn’t help but let her frustrations get the better of her. Maybe she needed more patience or self control and maybe she needed to trust Julian to help her but it was still hard. It was still frustrating when she couldn’t master even the simplest of moves.

What Jessamine hadn’t anticipated or planned on was scaring or worrying Julian. She knew he had enough to worry over without herself being added to that list. But at the time she hadn’t spared him a thought. “I feel so utterly useless, Julian. Even Tavvy is more use than I am.” She met his gaze with a heavy sigh of her own, beginning to pull up her sleeve for an iratze. “Maybe Lovelace’s aren’t made for Shadowhunting. My parents left and I’m supposed to be dead.” And there was the truth of it. 

               julian listened intently as she spilled her insecurities to him. it was refreshing to see this side of her. they were similar in that sense; opening up wasn’t an easy task for either of them, and seeing her in such a state sparked something foreign inside him. not that it mattered; he’d been chosen to temporarily fill the role of her mentor until diana returned from her travels, and whatever it was he was feeling at that particular moment had to be pushed aside for the time being. ❛ so what’s your plan, exactly? you’re just gonna throw yourself a pity-party? there’s strength in admitting your weaknesses but you can’t allow them to consume you. ❜ 

               eyes drifted to the wound on her arm, brows knitting together as he wondered why she didn’t seem that bothered by it; either she was too proud to admit to the pain or she’d indeed become stronger in the time he’d been aiding her in her training. he cupped her elbow in one hand and retrieved his stele with the other. with what was considered remarkable precision, he began tracing the iratze, suddenly becoming entirely consumed by the task at hand, though unable to help his mind from wandering. jessamine was different from the other females in his life; she was delicate and graceful and he supposed those weren’t words usually associated with a shadowhunter; perhaps that alone was the source of all her troubles. 

               once he was done he realized he’d been quiet for a while, and with certain hesitation he raised his gaze to meet hers; a touch of color in his cheeks. he wasn’t sure if it was due to what he was about to say or something else entirely. ❛ maybe it would help if you tried being less –––– feminine. worrying less about how you look and more about the fighting part. ❜

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Her plan? She'd never had a plan. She had just wanted to get away from the Institute and all the people inside it. It wasn't because they weren't kind or helpful because they were. The children especially. But it still wasn't her home yet. They weren't like those from the London institute. Oh she missed London. LA was perfectly nice but it wasn't the same. She'd hoped that leaving for even just a short time would help. It had only made the situation worse however, feeling more wretched still with every second. “Sometimes it feels like my weaknesses outweigh my strengths. It's hard to not let them consume me.”

Brown eyes dropped to watch as he began to trace the iratze onto her skin. Even that made her feel helpless. His hand was steady and careful, like he barely had to think about it. Maybe it was not her own ability that lacked, but her own confidence. She was certain that she had drawn her own runes before fine without having to think but the moment she thought too hard, she doubted in her skills. It got her nowhere. Her gaze lifted from the stele pressed to her skin to Julian's face, watching him quietly. The pain was steadily disappearing and a relieved sigh left her lips now that the wound could finally heal and disappear.

“Less feminine?” Jessamine frowned at the suggestion, not because it upset or offended her but because it was a strange one. Something she hadn't considered could possibly have any effect. She had always cared about her appearance, spending all her money on beautiful dresses and making sure her hair was perfect every morning. To find a good husband. “I think that's possibly easier said than done. You might be right.”

[potterlyjames]

ofparasol:

She tilted her head to look up at him, arms crossing over her chest. “I’m always interested.” Jessamine laughed quietly, raising a brow. “Does this work on all of the girls you like?”

“Good.” James replied his eyes darting to where she had arms crossed over her ample chest. “Usually…but then again few are as beautiful as you.” 

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“Oh, is that so?” She hummed, turning to face him properly now. “And how do I know you don’t say that to everyone else you meet? Hm?”

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JESS ;

Any injuries she’d received from her disappearing act were minor, nothing compared to what many Shadowhunters were used to. But she didn’t truly count herself as one of them still and this was another time when she wondered if she would ever belong with them. For so many years she’d had the chance to train and she’d given it up on the hope of finding a mundane love. A love who arrived in the form of Nate and would only lead to her untimely death. She considered herself lucky in a way, to have a second chance even as a ghost. But a second chance at life? She wasn’t sure if that was luck. If it weren’t enough that she had returned to a world so vastly different from the one she knew, she was years behind the level she should have been as a fighter. As a ghost, you didn’t need to know about cars or phones or electric kettles and you didn’t need to pick up a sword to ward off enemies. Now everything was different.

“ Have you even considered why I ran away in the first place? ” Not that it was his job to ask that. She was not Julian’s responsibility. “ I think I can manage to draw my own iratzes. ”

              there were many things about jessamine lovelace he found aggravating. she was impetuous and stubborn and if she were anyone else he would’ve given up on them a long time ago. though it was easy to see that she cared; and that along with her commitment to her training was enough to draw him back in every time. but no, he hadn’t considered why she’d ran away, though he’d seen how infuriated she’d been over the fact that she hadn’t been able to grasp simple self-defense moves that livvy and ty –––– and even dru, could accomplish in their sleep. and now there she was; bruised and battered while almost giving julian a heart attack when he’d found her.

            ❛ does it matter? ❜ a short humorous laugh as he gestured toward her wound. ❛ the end result would still be the same. ❜ he hadn’t expected the wave of concern that hit him. all blood had been drained from his face the moment he’d registered she was injured and it took everything in him not to give her a lecture, the way he would’ve with the kids. he had to remind himself that she wasn’t his responsibility and she was free to make her own decisions. still, that didn’t mean he didn’t have the right to be angry. ❛ don’t be ridiculous, i can help. ❜ a resounding sigh before ceruleans fell on her. ❛ why did you do it? ❜

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She didn't want to disappoint. She wanted to do well and she wanted to learn how to fight properly. But it wasn’t simple. It wasn’t like everyone had told her; it’s in her blood, it was a natural ability. It felt entirely unnatural and Jessamine couldn’t help but let her frustrations get the better of her. Maybe she needed more patience or self control and maybe she needed to trust Julian to help her but it was still hard. It was still frustrating when she couldn’t master even the simplest of moves.

What Jessamine hadn’t anticipated or planned on was scaring or worrying Julian. She knew he had enough to worry over without herself being added to that list. But at the time she hadn’t spared him a thought. “I feel so utterly useless, Julian. Even Tavvy is more use than I am.” She met his gaze with a heavy sigh of her own, beginning to pull up her sleeve for an iratze. “Maybe Lovelace’s aren’t made for Shadowhunting. My parents left and I’m supposed to be dead.” And there was the truth of it. 

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already wants to redo like all my icons because I'm hella indecisive apparently?

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I'm going out with a friend today but when I get back later I'll do the starters I owe and replies and all of that

[potterlyjames]

ofparasol:

“I think you’ll find I’m interested in a great number of things. Just like the next girl.” She hummed, raising a brow at him. “Why did you come for dinner if you don’t like my dad?”

Winking, James replied, “Hmm…would you be interested in some fun perhaps?” He leaned against the wall and turned his body to face hers. “I’m not sure–maybe it was because I heard he had a beautiful daughter.” 

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She tilted her head to look up at him, arms crossing over her chest. “I'm always interested.” Jessamine laughed quietly, raising a brow. “Does this work on all of the girls you like?”