Jim Moriarty. Hi. So you won't know me. Consultant Criminal, world's best, and that's exactly why you don't know me. Sadly, that doesn't stop life from being painfully dull. Come and entertain me for a while? I love a good story.[Indie RP blogTracks: avillainsfairytaleM!A: Possessed by a demon until Fri 18th, midnight GMT] -JMx.

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Rachel Green Best Comebacks

"It's okay... I wasn't meant to survive this."
~ asked by benji-tech-dunn

"No- don’t be so stupid." He snapped. Jim had his jacket pressed into the wound in Benji’s side, trying to staunch the flow of blood. "Benji- you just need to stay awake now, okay? Just keep looking at me."

"Please don't hurt me!" /after a nightmare maybe??
~ asked by whxtecoat

Jim didn’t remember what he’d dreamt about, only the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. His breathing quickened, and before Marian could do anything, his half asleep mind triggered her as an attacker. He flinched away, before managing to flip her over and pin her to the bed. His eyes were open but they didn’t register the pregnant woman beneath him, only the lab coat she’d forgotten to take off. Marian’s voice started to come through the haze. Don’t hurt me? He didn’t understand, why would he…

His eyes grew a little sharper as he started to realise what he’d done. He immediately let go of her wrists, shuffling away on the bed. His breathing was still ragged. He didn’t know what to do.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
~ asked by whxtecoat

Jim spun on his heel, a movement he usually did without issue and now dizziness caught up with him. He’d been pacing for god knows how long, when he was supposed to be on bed rest. Marian had come in every hour so far to make sure he was actually in bed, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He ignored the dizziness, and carried on pacing. “I’m fine. I need to think.” He muttered, aggravating the stab wound just above his hip with every step.

Here, lean on me

"Don’t need to lean on you, m’fine." He muttered. Someone had slipped up. One of his client’s goons had managed to conceal a gun, and it had gone unchecked. Of course, the moment Jim started to discuss payment, he’d been shot before he could realise what was going on. Sebastian had quicker instincts, and didn’t have a bullet in side. The tiger had taken the man down before there was time for another shot.
That was ten minutes ago, and Jim and Sebastian were getting to the flat. It was only a few minutes away and a doctor was already waiting. While shock was wading through Jim’s mind, the stubbornness still remained. “Don’t need to-” he repeated, but before he could finish the sentence his knees buckled. Jim fell against the sniper, vision temporarily fading before he managed to regain focus. He forced himself to straighten up, hand still with a tight grip oh Sebastian’s upper arm. “Don’t need to..”

pnssy:

I WANT TO CUDDLE YOU BUT I ALSO WANT TO FUCK YOU HARD I AM CONFLICTED

Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
Wake up

Jim hadn’t even been aware of falling asleep, but before he knew it he was thrashing in the bed. He cried out, clearly terrified of the sights and sounds blocking his senses. He was overstimulated. Every touch from the doctors burnt and he couldn’t take it-

Suddenly there was a new pair of hands on him. This hurt even more, it felt real. He attempted to yank himself away, muttering desperately, pleading to be released. No relief came, he heard a voice over and over again, but he could barely register it over the pounding in his ears. He bucked up, trying to throw him off until a harsh thwack, and he was struck across the face. His face hidden by the pillow, Jim remained still for a moment. He was shaking, still reeling from the slap. His breathing was ragged, but he looked up, eyes dulled and confused, to see Sebastian practically straddling him to keep the criminal down on the bed. His hands were pinned down on either side of him. Jim felt a soft head develop in his cheeks, mouth opening to try and find words, but nothing came.

Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarl
~ asked by Anonymous

"What the fuck are you talking about. If you think that has any sort of significance to me you’re sadly mistaken."

((Well he’s lying and.. That kills people?))

-coughs- noot noot -coughs-
~ asked by Anonymous

"… What did you just say?"

hippano:

Requested by anon

Seb’s instincts have kicked in before Jim even realizes what’s going on.

This was a surprisingly sweet request—thank you!

Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, ‘wake up’ for my character’s reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

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Shapeshifter Moran AU
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Seb’s tiger form makes himself at home.