#jasimir

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head empty only jasimir

Completely understandable, Baji and I are also in this state.

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I don’t think I ever shared this art without a huge watermark/decorative border, so I thought I’d do it now! These are the three main characters of The Merciful Crow: Tavin, the prince’s too-clever bodyguard; Fie, future chief of a band of plague doctor-themed mercy killers, and taker of zero shit; and Jasimir, crown prince of a dynasty that has served its kingdom questionably. 

They’re all loosely based on Major Arcana too. Tavin gets the Chariot (but he’s looking away from the direction he’s being driven), Fie gets Justice (but all her power is tied up in teeth), and Jasimir gets Temperance (but seems to hold one of these opposing forces in higher esteem than the other, hmmm.) 

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Currently reading The Merciful Crow by Margaret Owen. I can totally see her wanting me to fangirl about Fie and Tavin but I’m actually 100% interested in Jasimir ✨ I might have taken some liberties regarding their clothes and Tavin for once isn’t glamoured. PLUS, JAS CUTTING HIS GORGEOUS HAIR?? CAN’T REMEMBER, DIDN’T HAPPEN!

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Please, give us more Jasimir and my life is yours

Welllllll, since you asked so nicely…

…have some scrumptious Jasimir sin!

Warning for smutty shenanigans, Jess and Casimir are shameless in their desires.

At Mademoiselle’s Mercy

It was frankly miraculous that Casimir hadn’t broken the skylight of Jesenia’s flat by now, what with how eagerly he would fly through it, hot and hungry for her tight, nimble body, her sweet clever mouth, so cunning was his fleur. He touched down to the boards and looked around expectantly, his ears swiveling this way and that. “Bébé! Laisse-moi voir ton joli cul, eh? Start the song of this night off on a good note, oui?”

There, in her tiny bedroom, the telltale sounds of her, the rustle of fabric and soft fur, footsteps light and swift. When she spoke, Casimir practically purred, his ears twitching delightedly at her low alto, so fucking sublime. “Uno momento, murciélago salvaje. I’m getting changed.” 

Casimir groaned dramatically, throwing himself down onto her sole armchair. “Bloody waste of time, ma fleur. I’m gonna tear it off you anyway.”

The bedroom door opened. “You do that and I rip your ruff fur.” 

Casimir cackled, turning to her. “Dieu, I love when you’re mea—”

His voice died and his eyes widened when he saw her, his ears standing straight at attention at the sight his Jesenia made, drinking in all the sounds of her, from the rustle of fabric to the rush of blood to her cheeks. 

The costume was positively skimpy, practically nonfunctional, a tiny little silky black dress topped off with an equally tiny white apron, all of it trimmed in fluttering lace. Some sheer dark stockings climbed up those gorgeous legs of hers, like shadows were painting them. Those long and lean limbs were even longer and leaner in some achingly sexy black heels, and her hair was twisted up in a way that begged to be pulled loose, a tiny white cap completing the picture. Her waist was cinched within an inch of its life, and the curves of her body hit his cock and balls like a bolt of lightning. 

Casimir’s growl was thunderous as he rose from the chair, his cock already hardening, his wings flaring out. “Fleur—”

She held up a hand, smirking at him, fuck, blood was rushing to her cheeks yet she was completely in control. “Espera, Señor Nightshade. I’m not going to let you rip this up before I get to use it properly.” 

Only his Jess would ever hear how pathetically he could whine, and damn but the one he gave now was bad. “Bébé—”

She pointed to the chair, her amber eyes glowing with desire, her whole air confident. “Sit.” 

Reluctantly he sat, his whole body thrumming with the electrical charge that wasn’t from those fucking wires but from her, his Jesenia, her spark heating his blood, sending his heart racing, his head not aching but hyper focused on every inch of her. Jess’s smirk deepened as he settled back into the chair, and when Casimir looked down he couldn’t help but smirk as well seeing how massively erect he was. “See what you do to me, ma fleur?” 

“The body reacts the way it wants,” Jess replied, slowly strutting to him in a way that had Casimir viciously growling, lust hot in his throat. “But you will obey me, Señor Nightshade. Especially what with you learning about my true identity…”

FUCK. God, their games made him so hot, randy and ready to jump her tight, trim body, devour that sweet mouth, tongue her perfect hole. Casimir grinned hungrily. “No mere maid are you, ma fleur…that’s why I hired you. I could see a fire underneath that polite professional look. I wanted to tear that dress off of you from the start, see your true self—”

“And if you had, chico travieso, I would have given myself away by putting my blade in your neck,” Jess murmured, her eyes molten as she stopped before him, her legs in those naughty stockings just barely brushing his knees. Casimir struck like a snake, snapping out a hand to stroke them but Jess was quick too, slapping it away. “No. Keep your hands where I can see them. You touch me when I tell you to.” 

“It better be soon,” Casimir growled, very serious. True control was a new thing for him, one that Jess had helped him learn and master with their tasty games, but it was still a fucking trial when she looked so delicious.

And then the little tease straddled him—

Casimir writhed under her tight little ass, her strong slim body, and Jess’s smile was intoxicating as it was smug. “When the head of my agency told me to take you out, eliminate you with my skill set, I was looking forward to it,” she murmured heatedly. “It’s not often when a lady assassin is given an assignment like you. Dangerous, dreaded, wild and unpredictable…”

Casimir bucked up, his rough, rapturous groan joined by Jess’s swooning gasp as their cocks brushed, both of them so hot and hard. “They knew you were the only one as dangerous as me, mechante fille.” 

“Es la verdad,” Jess moaned, grinding in earnest. “But then I saw you, and—Dios—they hadn’t told me you were so bloody handsome—”

“Ton cul parfait, continue ma belle fleur—” Casimir panted, rocking up into her heat, his hips hungry and hard. “And my butler hadn’t told me the new maid would make me hard as a rock with one look, baise-moi—”

“So now I have to kill you,” Jess panted, tearing at the buttons on his shirt as Casimir gripped her slender hips to hump against her. “No one can ever know I was so unprofessional to fall in love with my mark—”

“Alors tue-moi avec ton baiser,” Casimir snarled, pulling her face to his. Jess growled back and their mouths crashed together, fused in passion and hunger and heat. 

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All the characters are so damn hot so I think attraction would be inevitable, but what made each couple fall for the other person? Like, what character trait made it love and not just lust?

Gonna keep the answers short and sweet!

Rilla: Lorcan’s kindness

Lorcan: Rilla’s fire/passion

Jess: Casimir’s devotion

Casimir: Jess’s ferocity

Sorcha: Bogdan’s nobility

Bogdan: Sorcha’s complexity

Locke—wait, what’s happening—?!

Locke glares, teeth bared. “Nothing, that’s your answer! I can’t stand the arrogant ass!”

Padraic sneers. “Likewise, I assure you, you little horror.” Later, Locke is locked in his lab busily sketching Padraic’s rippling musculature. Meanwhile on Ratterrock, Padraic examines his glass of absinthe and idly composes a piece entitled “Intoxicating Eyes” for his piano…

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I feel like Padlocke could easily do the "us after poundtown" meme (Idk if you've seen it), Regal being the one happily slurping his drink while Locke is just... recovering. Barely.

Same thing for Borcha and Jasimir.

I hadn’t, and then because of this ask I searched for it, and I about died from laughter because it’s so true. Regal is easily and elegantly sipping some wine while Locke is barely holding on for dear life.

As for Bogdan and Sorcha and Casimir and Jess, you’re absolutely right. These bat boys ain’t blushing flowers, but boy howdy, they are in no way prepared for what their respective lady loves do to them.

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The most Jasimir song ever. It’s like the lyrics were written for them.

“You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you want me So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And fate is pullin' you miles away And out of reach from me But you're here in my heart So who can stop me if I decide That you're my destiny?

What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? So maybe the world could be ours

Tonight…”

Absolutely Casimir about his fierce fleur…

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My thoughts on Merciful Crow Book 1. #mercifulcrow #fie #tavin #jasimir #bookthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/CKICzrcH5Ds/?igshid=pn100wuz1iw4