#jimmima

Jimmima!!

Here’s a drawing I did of her! I know the poll isn’t over yet, but I got hit with inspiration last week and just started working on it lol. I almost gave up because I felt like it looks nothing like Emma Laird, but the concept I had in mind made it super hard to find good references, so the vibe shifted a bit along the way.

After I posted the WIP and y’all liked it, I was motivated to finish! In this post I included a bunch of closeups of my favorite parts. So it’s her face, her little MOTHER pin (I grabbed the reference from some saint on Twitter), my original concept sketch from a school club meeting (it looks genuinely terrifying lmaooo), and a peek at what the piece looks like underneath the top render layer.

I also added a closeup of the guy she’s holding. Finding references for that part was… difficult when I’m not exactly into looking at gore just so I can draw. (Lowkey Imagined a GOT type of thing where after this she’s gonna put the head on a SHTICK) I ended up using mannequin heads and my own melt maxing selfie as reference instead. This was also my first time trying to make something look like a flash photo, which I always wanted to tryyyy!!

AUTHOR NOTE! I need more suggestions, plz send some. <3 pairing: Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal x Favorite Finger! Reader prompt : Now that you know that you're Jimmy's favorite, you take full advantage of the fact. word count: 1,000+ words

Make em’ eat shite. The advice left you conflicted, toying with your hands as you let it bounce around in your head for a while. If you did, it could  end badly. But, if you didn’t, it would only get worse. It was a shite or worse shite. Embrace or endure. You didn’t want to endure anymore⎯that’s why you joined in the first place. Jimmy promised you community, a cure to your suffering, that you would never feel the way that you had traveling on your own. You just needed to let him in, so you did. Perhaps, this time you needed to let him in as well⎯to let him spoil you, to let him dote on you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, to embrace being his favorite.

“They won’t believe you..none of them.” 

That was true. You had no one but yourself⎯to trust, to look out for. Ink would always be loyal to Jimmy. But, what was to say that one day that she wouldn’t snap? That one day her loyalty to him would falter? That she too would turn against you?

“They’ll probably try to kill you if he shows you any more favoritism.”

That was even more true. They couldn’t handle the idea of you being the favorite already as is. What would happen if you dared to go through with it and really did something with Jimmy? When you gave him a kiss on the cheek? When you smugly take whatever he offered to you? Would they throw a tantrum? Would they glare? Would they murmur about you amongst each other? Would they attack you when Jimmy wasn’t looking? Would they slit your throat in the middle of the night?

“Only way to get out of it is to take advantage at this point. Make em’ eat shite.”

Ink was right. She was, even if you didn’t want to admit it aloud. You needed to embrace this. You needed to make them eat their words. You needed to make them eat shite.

Make em’ eat shite. It kept repeating over and over in your head, like a mantra of sorts. You needed to play into being the favorite, but not too much to the point where Jimmy would feel as if you were taking advantage of him. You needed to be smart. You needed to be subtle. You needed it to be just…enough. Chewing on the inside of your cheek in thought, you snap out of your daze as Snake and Jones nudge you, motioning for you to take the empty space beside their sleeping bags. Shaking your head softly with a soft friendly smile in rejection, you move your sleeping bag closer towards Jimmy’s, to the point where the both of you would be cuddling together. 

“Fuck you doing?” Snake questions, placing his sleeping bag on top of Jones’s.

“Saving myself from having to hear the two of you fingering and snogging each other all night.” You shrug casually, “I value my beauty sleep.” 

“Pff, we do not!” Jones argues, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. 

“Liars.” You argue, “Everyone knows the two of you are shagging, no use in lying about it. I just don’t wanna hear it all night long.”

Plopping your backpack on top of the sleeping bag, you make sure that your distinct lilac would be seen by all the others, the first stone being thrown in what was to come. The pair raise a brow in curiosity, but don’t say anything more about it. Sauntering towards the campfire, you fake a shiver, hovering your hands above the flames to warm them. You needed to get to Jimmy without being too brazen or blunt about it. Eyeing the others from the corner of your eye, everyone had fallen into their own nightly routine, working around each other like ships passing in an old harbor. 

Fox and Shite play wrestling with each other to see who would be the one to tap out first. Jones and Snake trying to place their sleeping bags as close as humanly possible. Jimmima preening her makeshift pillow of ratty old stuffed animals until it was perfect enough for her to sleep on. Rubbing your hands together to pretend to spread the heat to your cold fingers, you casually move out of the way as Ink and Jimmy Jimmy place a pot of hot water to boil on some charcoaled logs, standing right next to Jimmy. So close, but not as close as you wanted to be.

“You skin the rabbit yet?” Ink questions, nudging some charcoal around with a stick.

“Nah, I thought we were going to.” Jimmy Jimmy argues, shaking his head.

“I told you to do it.” 

“Aw, fuck.” Jimmy Jimmy grumbles, “Shite, where’d you put it?”

“I left it with you.” Ink argues, shooting him a look. 

“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head childishly.

“The fuck you mean nuh-uh?” Ink scoffs harshly, “I fuckin’ did.”

Faking another shiver, you move a little closer towards him, your hip brushing up against his shoulder as he sits down on a log. Raising a brow at the action, Jimmy nudges you softly with a chuckle, a light-hearted motion to watch where you were going. Feigning innocence at the nudge, you flash him a sheepish smile, moving to sit down on the opposite end of the log. Just close enough to be within arms reach, but far enough for him to feel the gap between you. Reaching out as if seeking the warmth of the flames, you move, not towards him but away. You wanted him to notice, too feel like he had done something wrong. It'd only draw him closer to you like you wanted.

“What ya’⎯” He questions, rasing a brow.

“Sorry, it’s cold.” You scoot away, “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you, Jimmy? I mean, I could go sit by Ink, if that would be better⎯”

“No, no, sit., sit here with me. It’s warm here.” He shakes his head, pulling you closer by the waist.

“Thank you, Jimmy.” You flash a sheepish smile, “You didn’t really have to.”

“Nah, it’s nothing, I can’t have you getting sick.” He dismisses, eyeing you carefully.

Forcing your body to tremble from the imaginary cold, your teeth chatter together softly, catching his attention. Frowning deeply at the sound, he pulls you closer, to the point where you’re half on his lap and half on the log. Snuggling into his side as if seeking out his warmth, you grip onto his sleeve, resting your head on his shoulder. He tenses for a second, as if shocked by your sudden affection before relaxing into it like a touch starved child. Letting out a content hum as he relaxes, you glance around the rest of the camp fire, playing with his ringed fingers. 

Catching Jimmima’s eye from across the camp fire, you flash her a smug grin, scooting a little further into Jimmy’s lap just to provoke her even more. Her face goes hard, her jaw visibly clenching in barely restrained anger. Placing his free hand atop of your knee, he gives it a gentle affectionate squeeze, his ringed thumb rubbing tender circles. A tiny part of you did feel bad for leading Jimmy on, for using him like this. But, another part of you was kind of enjoying this doting. It was nice to be touched like this⎯soft and loving. It had been a long time since someone touched you like this.

“You’re so warm, it feels nice.” You mumble, casually shifting your gaze back onto him.

“Am I?” He chuckles, pulling you closer.

“Yeah.” You nod, “Feels like it’s getting colder with each night that passes.”

“Aye, we’re moving closer to Scotland. It gets colder there.”

“Yeah?” You hum, “How much more are we going to go up North? I don’t have a thick enough sleeping bag for the snow, Jimmy.” 

“Just a wee bit, there’s that old waterpark, remember? We’ll camp there for a few weeks until the demons settle.” He explains, his grip tightening on your knee.

“Will you keep me warm up there?” You question, putting on your best innocent look.

“Aye.” He nods, not hesitating for a second.

Letting out your best giggle at his words, you could feel the tension around your growing thicker, more eyes drawn to the both of you. You could practically hear their thoughts⎯judging you, questioning you. You had never been this affectionate before, ever with anyone. It must have been strange to them, to see you curled up on Jimmy’s lap and giggling as if it was the most natural thing ever⎯as if you had done this a hundred times before. Playing with one of the more outlandish rings on his finger, you slip it off his finger daringly, putting it your own. It didn’t fit in the slightest, too big and out of place on you. Letting out a soft snicker as you proudly show it off, Jimmy pulls you full onto his lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

“What do you think, Jimmy?” You joke, “Does it suit me?”

“Nah.” He snorts, hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.

“No?” You let out a fake offended scoff, “And what are you saying, then? That gold isn’t my color? That I should  just stick to lilac?” 

“Aye, now be a good girl and give it back.” He clicks his tongue, holding his hand out expectedly for you to put it back on his finger.

“Well, I think gold is my color.” You slid the ring back on him, “Gold and lilac go together, almost as good as lilac and velvet or lilac and plum do. Don't you think?”

Perhaps, you were pushing the boundaries far too quickly. Perhaps, you really should slow down and be more subtle. You should. But, you didn’t. Jimmy didn’t complain or give you a warning look just yet to behave. So, why not really push it? Chewing on your bottom lip innocently, you place the palm of your hand into his, staring at the size difference between both of your hands in fake fascination. Giggling and making a show of just how much Jimmy was bigger than you, you smile widely at him, your nose nudging against his a few times from the closeness of your faces. It was sickening and theatric, the kind of affection that Jones and Snake would often show that made every fake a gag of mock disgust. Only this time it was you and Jimmy.

“Told you they were shagging.” Someone fakes a gag.

“Piss off with that gross shite.” Someone else adds, snickering.

“Told you, fuckin’ slag.” 

“Do you think Old Nick will show us more lost souls while we’re up in Scotland, Jimmy? We haven’t done a charity in a while.” You question, ignoring the hushed comments floating in the air.  

“Aye, he will.” He nods, “Soon enough.”

“Good, I was hoping to hear you preach again. I always love to hear you preach whenever you do charity, Jimmy.” You explain, flashing him a big cheery grin. 

"Aye?"

"Mm-hm, almost as much as I enjoy being around you." You hum, playing with his fingers.

“Aye, look at her, fuckin’ Jimmy’s favorite.”  

Let’s all welcome Po… or is it Jimmy Ink?

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(she would hate this)

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Jimmima’s here too now 🫶