cheshire devil

Son of Neron AU Trickster I \\ James Jesse Indie, not really selective || Mun 21+, Muse 21+ Tumblr Messenger will only be used for OOC purposes

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{ Readily stuffing spring-snakes into the microwave } that’s a lie

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[Look. Aren't you proud of him? Just for you, he's already heavily caffeinated, and has been out in the real world. Breakfast made it back home with him, mostly still warm. Hart presses a gentle kiss to the birthday boy's forehead to wake him. There's food. And coffee.]

{ He’d be so proud if he wasn’t completely confused at what’s going on. The kiss roused him well enough but isn’t he usually the one who wakes up first? JJ’s nose twitched as he rolled to the side, chasing the smell and-- 

He blinked, world slowly catching back up with him. Oh.Oooooooooh. 

James broke into a grin and reached up to tug Hart by a lock of hair to get back down here, buddy. }

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music-holic:

It makes more sense with his brother Hammerstein nearby, but he’s busy.

[He shrugged, reaching into his pocket for a treat and lifting it up for Rodgers to nibble on.]

Pretty much. Though, Rodgers will probably make himself pretty scares again soon.

Hammers is a worse name!

{ His voice raised up again before cutting off as the treat came out. What. What else was in his pockets? With all the force of a singleminded child that should really be tested for some things, his eyes locked on the pocket. Cut eyes up to the rat. }

What else you got in there anyway? Oh!

Oh!  You wanna see what I got? { Too bad you’re seeing regardless of your answer. He’s already rummaging in his small pocket and dropping a few pennies, what really looks like a funyun, a rubber band, and a yoyo-- though the yo-yo stays firm-gripped in his hand. } 

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music-holic:

[He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee.] I’m not most people.

…. I’m heading to work. But I’ve got a sneaky suspicion there’s more to you than simple good Samaritan. [He smirked.]  Rodgers here tells me you’ve been following me for a bit longer than that.

Rodger’s a bad name for a rat. Shouldn’t it be like, Whiskers or Sniffy or somethin’? 

{ Trying to play it off just wasn’t working with his little squishy kid face. He’s caught 100% but like hecky he’s gonna tell this guy that. }

You work where you can take rats with you? 

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music-holic:

[Okay, that was just rude. You knew good and well he was focusing his hearing in on what the rat had warned him of, and there was a full body wince.] 

JE-sus. [He was turning as he said it.] Yeah. I’m aware. More than one usually, now why exactly are you following me?

{ Ah. He hadn’t thought this far. Part of bbJJ said to bolt and don’t look back, the other part was for some reason absolutely not worried that this guy was gonna get him in trouble. He.. felt? familiar. Yeah that’s it. Like family but not.  So instead of saying anything intelligent, he just shrugged. }

I’unno. ‘Cause you got rats on you?  Mos’ people don’t got rats on ‘m. ...

So where’re you gooooin’? 

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fasterthansupes:

Uh no? Well this one does I guess. But I’ve got skittles. How’s that sound?

{ He’s gonna get a firm squinting at, little puffy cheeks fluffing out and lips pursed. The heck are Skittles? They’re... they’re gummy candies right?  ... yeah he wants them.  JJ held out his hand impatiently. } Yeah I want. 

You got any soda? 

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fasterthansupes:

I mean. I have enough for you too. I’ve always got candy on hand.

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.......... And it ain’t got milk in it? 

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I want candy--    I don’t get it an’ I want it

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Ain’t nobody looks twice at’cha when you’re this high       This new yo-yo I got is soooo cool--

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malevolentmusician:

Ah, there. It was open. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His parents didn’t really want him having sweets. Caramels, he had found, were his favourite, though.

He was going to savour a bag to himself.

Or maybe…Not himself. Eyes flickered from the candy to the blonde and back again. “…Iunno,” Stealing… Was wrong. And yet something in him didn’t object.

“I don’t think so… They’re… Mine. I think?” One got dropped down into JJ’s waiting hand, as another rested between his fingertips, near his lip and waiting to be eaten., “I remember… Being here before. An’ having these. Or dreaming it… And you…”

JJ’s cheek was puffed out in a heartbeat, rounded by the candy he’d wedged immediately between teeth and cheek like he was secretly part chipmunk this whole time. Or like he was for some reason afraid someone would run up and take it from him so he had to just immediately eat the whole thing. 

He licked at it from it’s ‘secure’ location, head cocking back the other way at the other boy. “-- Huh. Neat! Soooo, you-- I live here? I live here.” James repeated the words a few more times, blinking as he turned away from the Candy-Giver to walk a full circle around the living room. He lives here.  And so does this weird freckly kid. Hart.  Candy Hart. 

“I live here! And--” he spun on his heel. “You live here! We live here. This is ours.” 

That. Sure. That makes sense. JJ nodded as he made his way back to the CandyGiver, only veering of to grab a kitchen hair and noisily drag it across the kitchen floor. He stopped just inches away, clambering up on it to stand so they were slightly more eye-to-eye.  Everything’s running a mile a minute. JJ tongued at the caramel wedged in his mouth again. 

“We’re friends! Orrr... husbands?” ... hrm. So what? Dang. He didn’t think this through. “And this is our fort. We gotta...ummmm it’s ours! So.” ... yeah he’s lost it.

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malevolentmusician:

The voice caught him off guard…

But… He knew this other boy. There were memories there–foggy, but there. Instinct was telling him the blonde was good, this was fine…

James. There was even a name, he realized.

With a tongue poking between his lips, he hoisted himself up. Scrawny arms wobbled, but he managed. One knee up onto the counter, then the rest of himself. And for his prize–a small cellophane bag of caramels, tied with a yellow and blue striped ribbon. It looked like it had been a present from someone… Yet Hart was fairly certian it was his.

He plopped down, butt on the counter and feet dangling as he fidgeted with the bow to open it.

“I’m pretty sure these are mine. They’re mine, now.”

James just stood back and watched, glancing down for just a split second as a cat wound between his legs before taking off after absolutely nothing. When he looked back up, the redhead was up on the counter-- Hart? Hartley. Piper? His brain was giving him soooo many names. Candy in hand. 

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                             Candy. 

“So if they ain’t--” His head cocked to the side, little curl bouncing up and out. How does he get the candy? He doesn’t even like it but he wants it. Something about food this kid has, he wants. “-- if they ain’t yours, then you stole’m? Can I have one?”      he should absolutely steal more

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Here's a blast from the past, it's Magic!Anon time: Until Saint Patrick's Day is over you'll be young; let's say around 10 years old if not a bit less. While your size is small though, you still hold the notions and some memories of your older body. (to whatever degree the mun prefers, of course! The option is there so the poor child doesn't starve or feel abandoned!)

But how’m I gonna wear my shoes like this

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malevolentmusician:

You don’t know terror until a crow swoops in to eat a french fry out of your hand as you, yourself, are attempting to eat that fry.

that was hilarious by the way

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straysavoirfaire:

“Do you know how much colder Gotham is than Central? Dude, cotton would not cut it when it’s 5 degrees outside, and you’re sittin’ on top of a buildin’ scopin’ out the jewelry store across the street.”

He’s not even going to comment on the butt plug - James wants him to, and he’s not going to.

“Besides, you ever heard of the KGBeast? Hold on.” Jason brings out his phone and does a quick google search for the infamously hairy Russian assassin, and turns it for James to see.

“An’ he ain’t wearin’ pants.” 

“Gramps wears a sweater?” 

He’s just gonna roll his eyes, huff out a sigh. ‘You ever heard of it’-- seriously how many times do they gotta do this song and dance?  “Sooooo what you’re sayin’ is cause a dude you pulled off Leatherdaddy-dot-com does it, it’s totes cool to do it? ‘Cause I wear more’n that and I’m fine, sooo I’d be fine in Gotham.” 

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straysavoirfaire:

“How is this fetish gear? It’s neoprene and kevlar. It’s about as sexy as a divin’ suit with a bullet proof vest. How vanilla are you t’at my suit looks sexual?”

“We wear cotton? I think my tights got lycra in it.”

-- “an’ I mean, we did just get that fox tail butt plug in last week? But it was mostly cause shippin’ was like $30 and we were so close to free.” 

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malevolentmusician:

fasterthansupes:

You two can deny it all you want but I’m hot and that’s a fact.  And not just me.  Have you SEEN the people I work with?

No?

I mean, besides what shows up on the news or something, you tend to be the only “hero” around here.

This dude in fetish gear keeps tryin’ to talk to us about peeps up in Gotham but you’re ‘bout the only Celebrity we know~!

[fasterthansupes]

How is there still crime when the Justice League looks as good as we do?  You’d think any criminal would see us comin’ and just swoon.  

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Oh, yeah.

When I see a red gimp suit running at me, I think “wow that’s hot, better stop mid-crime”.

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Nothin gets me hotter than a dude streakin’ towards me in a big ol’ red condom. 

Like drop everythin’