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Dear Friends,

Jame has officially moved over here: thexelementals

I wanted him and my other muses from my own world to all be in one place, so he will be part of my multimuse blog! Not to worry, it’s all the same for him and every thread we have will be continued, just over there. Thank you so much for your time and interactions and general amazing-ness! 

This blog is sticking around for a bit just to warn people, but from now on every post made will be on the new blog.

Long live and prosper, Taylor & Jame

ACCEPTING: SEND ME ⌘ AND MY MUSE WILL LIST

5 things your muse does that pisses them off:that smirk thing, being hella rude, rolling his eyes a lot, interrupting me when he speaks, overreacting.

5 things your muse does that makes them jealous: idk stealing my brother lol. 

5 reasons they’re glad your muse is in their life: He makes Hugo happy, some times he makes me happy, he’s funny even if he doesn’t try to be, He’s a nice person, Hugo needs him.

“But-” Hugo’s mind wondered over every thought possible. What did Jame mean? Was it good? Was this thought bad? He didn’t sound unhappy, or sad.. that means.. his thought was good, right? Maybe? Oh Merlin someone help him. “-I can’t just not worry about it.. It’s something that came from your mind… Something you think about.. and now I’m… Curious..” Hugo’s pale freckled cheeks turned crimson as he felt Jame’s lips grace his neck. Sheepishly, Hugo Wrapped his arms around Jame’s neck loosely, burying himself into his arms. “Alright… Wh-What…Where did your roccuring thought come from..?”

Shaking his head with a smile, Jame stopped and swung Hugo around so he was standing in front of him. “Hugo, it’s a good thought.” He pulled them to the side of a nearby building, out of the way of people walking down the sidewalk, and kissed his head softly. “It’s one that’s kept me up on more than one occasion because I dream and daydream about it. Do you know what you do to me?” Slowly he trailed his fingers down Hugo’s arm, staring at those ever-lovely, warm eyes. “I can’t help it. Every time you eat those godforsaken chocolates I wonder what it would be like to have you eating it off of me. Because I’m attracted to you, because I want you.” He bent into him slowly, whispering into his ear, “Is that a good enough answer, love?”

[] Go back to sleep [] Kick you out [] Cuddle with you [] Be like “How in the world?” [] Let you sleep on the floor [] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back [] Smile and laugh [] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [] Push you away [] Be shocked [] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No [] Yes [] Most certainly not. [] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute [] Adorable [] Attractive [] Beautiful [] Okay [] Ugly [] Am not going to grace this with an answer

jamesamael

Solanine was alone in his castle, the sound of rain and thunder shaking the deteriorating walls, and making him cry, alone…it seemed he would always be alone. His small scaly companion Chirp hissed hearing the door open to the leaky castle, and the kitten sized Jabberwock growled at the new comer as Solanine curled in on himself, fearing it was another person who wanted to come out to the castle to play hero, not at all suspecting it was a lost “Alice” who had gotten caught in the storm.

How utterly peculiar this land was. 

How had he even found it? Jame wasn’t sure. It was as if he had blinked and he had woken here - surely something the shadows had thought they would benefit from. While he often found himself suddenly taken into new realms, he always experienced a range of the same emotions upon arriving. Anger for a start, at never truly having a say in when he was taken or where he ended up. A combination of weariness and fear upon suddenly appearing in a new world he knew nothing of, which was always countered by an unending fascination at what he would find. The places, the things, the people, the possibilities were indeed endless, and every new world was full of them. 

Yet in every world Jame had or ever could arrive in there was always one thing he detested: the blighted cold. It was freezing, and the added addition of the sudden storm had only made the chill, and consequently, his mood ten times worse. So he naturally sought the nearest form of shelter, resulting in an old, vacant looking castle. Or at least, he had hoped it was vacant. But before he could take even five steps inside things were hissing and growling. Brilliant. The last thing he wanted to do was fight whatever creatures this land birthed over a trivial matter like territory, but he was fucking cold so he would fight if he had to. Yet, just beyond the feral sounds of those creatures in the dark he picked up on something else. Something live, breathing, and with a definite, almost human heartbeat. Daring to take a few more steps inside, he huddled under his jacket and whispered, “I don’t mean to intrude but it’s infuriatingly cold out there.”

If I’m following you…

I want to RP with you.

I want to RP with you.

I want to RP with you.

I   w a n t   t o   R P   w i t h   y o u.

I   w a n t   t o   R P   w i t h  y o u.

Jethro liked parties. Despite always being in that shut people thought he was, the innocent, bookworm who just stayed home all day buried in his journal, writing poems and reading books, Jethro loved parties, and he loved getting into trouble–not that he ever went out looking for it. It just found him.

And tonight, it found him in the form of a man. 

Trouble found him in the form of a tall, very handsome man that Jethro had immediately thought had nice, kissable lips. 

Unfortunately, the couple of beers he had already had no effect in making him comfortable or less of a stuttering mess when it came to meeting new people. Swallowing thickly, both hands wrapped around the neck of his beer bottle, Jethro just looked up at the man, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgement as he introduced himself very softly–so softly that perhaps he didn’t even make a sound, but either way, he would’ve been drowned out by the music.

“H-Hi. I’m… I’m Jethro.”

writexdreams​

How Hell should shun the chaotic symphony that was a party. 

Once upon a very distant time Jame had loved parties. Dancing, getting drunk, tangling with the limbs of beautiful people (one of whom he’d often sleep with by the end of the night). They were the perfect escapes from reality. Dark, twisted, yet light and dramatic. Fascinating. 

But oh how he’d grown since then. He was no longer an angsty teenager, but an angsty young adult who’s senses have become downright strained from all the godforsaken noise. Honestly the music alone was enough to make him want to squish his brain out through his ears. Yet, it was a necessary evil. People attending parties, people who he’d been looking for, pawns he needed to collect. Whether for himself or the people he worked for didn’t particularly matter, for he always ended up finding someone to play with. With such an unending mass of them, how could he not? Tonight was, however, for himself. He needed a distraction. A warm body to be with, talk with, to keep him from losing himself in his own mind. 

And he found one. Without even trying. That was certainly not a first, but definitely unexpected tonight. Still he smiled a lovely, wicked smile upon seeing the nervous boy before him. The darkness hidden in his heart tugged at Jame’s curiosity, his head tilting to the side as his words danced across his sensitive ears. Jethro. What an alluringly unusual name.