I thought I was the only one, but apparently several people found this in their inbox today?
Using common sense, I didn’t click on the link, but muted my computer and made safe research, finding this
It’s a new video and has little views and really everything about this is super weird. When I hovered over the video it also showed some flashy looking images, and when I’d follow the link it would open the video in full screen right away, which is creepy, too.
When you get something like this: Quietly report it so the tumblr staff can do its thing. It’s most likely a screamer. Stay safe.
It would be nice to share this so new blogs don’t fall for this.
SO IT’S NOT ALWAYS JUST A LINK.
I just got the submission and it wasn’t the link. I had the actual video in my inbox so I’d recommend muting your devices if you get a message out of nowhere
that being said, jim will be available on discord for anyone who wants him but you need to come over and talk to me on Peter or on skype if you want my discord handle because thats the only way i know who actually wants my jim for how I write him and not just because he’s a jim kirk with chris pine as the fc
so comforting how people unfollow and stop interacting with you across all your blogs all because you left the one you originally met on. Even more comforting when someone does it not long after finally meeting you in person. Like damn, I didn’t think it had gone that poorly but I guess I made that much of a bad impression
i’m super salty right now so i’ll bring this on over here.
terribly sorry i lost all muse for jim and that that apparently meant i wasn’t worth supposed friends time anymore. in case it wasn;t already obvious jim is on indefinite hiatus until if/when he decides to pop back in my head so anyone else who only wanted me because they like to collect jims and didn’t actually like me for my writing, go ahead and just unfollow now because i can promise he’s not gonna be back any time soon. especially since it seems no one actually cares about my interpretation of the character
here’s a little addition for everyone who wanted to see more
since it’s not a real HP crossover, let’s imagine there’re some aliens who simply based their culture on the books and recreated some things, including the mirror they have two sets of eyes to be twice as unimpressed
why is kirk’s shirt ripped, you may ask?… who knows. they were just talking
“HA HA HA.” He leaps out of his lap and laughs at him. “Oh, Sweetheart.” He looks at him with mock sympathy, putting a hand on his own chest trying to look sincere. “It’ll be the only thing you can do.” He laughs again before disappearing somewhere in the darkness. The sounds of something being dragged on squeaky wheels can be heard until the little cart finally arrived in front of Jim.
“No more jack-in the-boxes for you, K i d d o.OH,NO! You’ll have something a lot more fun.” He clapped his hands together and went around him. His arm snaking around him again, the other off to the side as a small popping sound could be heard. Something hit the floor and rolled away. “Shhhh,” he stroked his cheek. “It’ll only hurt for a bit. I promise!” He giggles as he brings the needle he prepared closer to his neck. “Just a lil something to calm you down, Pumpkin. Oops,” He jams it in and squeezes out every last drop into his vein. “You’ll start feeling heavy for a moment, but I assure you,Jim. You’ll be aware ofEVERY. LAST. THING. YOU. DO.”He hissed in his ear as he walked off again, cruelly laughing at him.
He quickly spins the chair around. Revealing what he had in mind for him. There were four people with bags over their heads on their knees, and a few feet away from them. “We’re gonna play a little game, ok? If you can guess who I want dead then three of them live. Guess wrong and BLAMMO!All of them die! You ready, JIMMBO!” He practically skips over to him. Cutting one of the hands free before wrapping a gun into his hand. He even helped him aim as he slowly let the gun drift between contestants. “Times ticking!!!”
The tears he’d been trying to stop flowed freely then, biting into his lower lips as he watches silently while Jack pulls a cart closer to them. A shudder rakes up Jim’s body when Jack’s arm wraps around him again, whining quietly as he tries futilely to move away before the needle is jammed into his neck. He cries out at the pain, but it’s not long before the heavy feeling the man mentioned starts to spread through his body.
The spin of the chair is enough to throw his stomach, fighting back a wave of nausea that only increases when he sees the four people kneeling. Jim tries to struggle when the gun is place in his hand, but the heaviness of his limbs makes it impossible to jerk out of Jack’s hands.
“No. I won’t do it.” Blue eyes follow the gun as Jack moves between the targets, shaking his head slowly.
He tucks in the gun into his jacket and brings out a knife. Letting the tip of it just dance around his navel. “–It’s rather cliche,don’t you think? I ‘force’ you to have sex with me? C’mon, Jim. Think a little higher for me,kid.” He said, amused and condescending. The knife slowly leaving a bright,red line as he moved up his stomach. “Now, J I M. What should you be doing with those fingers.” He tapped them with his knife. “Keep going, Sweetheart.” He let’s the knife stop near Jim’s right thigh.
Jack tilts his head to the side, staring pointedly at his groin. Seems like an idea pops into his head,because he immediately grabs the base of his cock, gripping it tightly and gives him one long,smooth stroke up. He adjusts his position (to get it on camera) and starts stroking him in a steady pace. Just up and down in practiced motions. The knife in his right hand hovering over and up Jim’s thigh to his navel again.
Breath catches at the knife that’s pulled out, face paling as the tip moves around his skin leaving red trails in it’s wake. “Think higher of the man conducting emotional torture. Yeah, that’s so easy.” He jumps when the blade taps his fingers, biting his lip before slowly pushing them back into himself with a suppressed groan.
He’s not watching Jack, focused more on the knife while it hovers near his leg, so he doesn’t notice where Jack’s hand is going until it’s wrapping around his cock, causing Jim’s hips to jerk up ever so slightly. Jim whines when it causes his body to press right up into the knife, biting the inside of his cheek. “St-stop… please.”
“But, you’re not sorry.” Jack said, his eyes bearing down on him. A vicious snarl in his lips as he jumped up from his chair. “I don’t hear a note of apology in your voice,kid. You don’t even look sorry.” His voice goes calm as he walked behind Jim. His moods seem to change with a drop of a pin. Mainly, it’s to keep Jimbo here on his toes,but it’s a good tool to have when you want someone on the edge of their seat.
A devious smile touches his lips as he brings out a knife, and lets the tip of it scrap along Jim’s neck. “Tell me,Jimmy boy. Did you ever stop to think maybe this is your fault? And I’m not taking about the fucking,Kiddo. I’m talking about what happened to your dear neighbor,because it’s true. His death is on your hands. Your fingerprints are on the murder weapon,too.”
“HA HA HA.” Jack laughs at him and it’s a cruel sound. He dangles the knife in front of Jim before pocketing it again. “And I know what you’re gonna say; why would I do this? Well, kiddo, it’s mainly insurance against you. You do something stupid, like go the police? They’ll get this within the hour and trust me, I don’t think they’ll go lightly on you either.” His voice drifts off into the darkness as he grabs the discarded jack in the box again. He places it on the chair facing Jim and goes to take a needle from his coat.
“Any last words, before I knock you out again? I know, I know. I’m leaving soo soon? I got a schedule to keep,but don’t worry–I’ll leave my gift behind.
J U S T F O R Y O U.” He says, in the most loving way possible.
“I’m sorry!” The words burst out on a sob, Jim taking a few quick breaths. “Please, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known, I swear!” He tried to keep his eyes on Jack, follow where the man went so he couldn’t surprise him again.
The tip of a knife against his neck has Jim going stock still, eyes squeezing shut as tears continue to stream down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to risk any more anger from the man, doesn’t want that knife pressing harder to break the skin it’s pressed against. The fact that his neighbors death was his fault was clear. Whatever he’d done to make the man mad, whoever he fucked who he shouldn’t have, it led to his neighbor’s death. It made him responsible. Jim had never wanted to be responsible for anyone else’s life, now he was responsible for some’s death. He wanted to be sick.
“Please, please, don’t do this.” Jim pleads one more when sees the needle, leaning as far away from Jack as his bindings will allow. “Just tell me, tell me who it is, I swear I’ll never see them again. I promise. Just please leave me alone.”
