#co pilot jimmy

[redlenai]

I can stop making memes whenever I want (A lie)

OG under the cut

[curlygyatenjoyer]

More mouthwashing thingy’s (mostly jimcurly)

I genuinely didn’t expect the last post to get over 200 notes so tysm!! 💗🙏

[jimmy-tulparco-pilot]

Jimmy can you please actually do the health examination proper....I really don't need jokes (I hope) about your attraction to horses..

[meloooooonade]

Have the most Irresponsible men on space in their Jammies.

I like to think Curly got these for Jims birthday as a joke and just wears them all the time

[ovium-sheep]

FINALLY. AFTER 13 LONG HOURS (a lot of them procrastinating) IT IS FINISHED!!

[konpeitonom]

hii can u do mw characters hallucinating their dead partner??:3thx btw love ur posts

tulpar crew hallucinating their dead partners.

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

g/n reader (i think) — content warning for self harm/substance abuse.. so sorry!!

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i was super excited to do this request! finally got around to doing it. sorry if this a wee bit inaccurate, i’ve never had severe hallucinations like what im portraying here but i tried my best anyway. take this as a happy 100+ follower celebration! never written for all the cast before so this was really fun. i don’t rlly like this haha but hopefully u guys do

curly

— i’d break him. and i think he wouldn’t be able to work properly as captain if they were frequent. and he’d feel a lot of guilt about that. everyone’s counting on him, he can’t be so hung up on the past.

— would confide in jimmy about it, and jimmy would make some comment about he’s not fit to work if he’s seeing hallucinations of his dead partner- maybe even shame him a little..

— i’d freak him out every time i’d happen. he’d have to leave the room if someone else was there, to go cry somewhere private.

— he already has issues sleeping, but i’d make it much worst. which would only make the hallucinations worst. he can never catch a break..

— he knows he’d never get over your passing, especially if it was tragic/something he could’ve prevented- but he didn’t think he’d go crazy like this.

jimmy

— he would be pissed, seriously. he’d go mad. he’d resort to drinking or self harm if it was possible.

— i only say self harm as a.. he’d stand right in front of you, cut himself and say stuff like.. “you wanted this, right? is that why you’re here? came back to fucking haunt me?”

— he’s completely scummy, and would start blaming you. his view of you would be completely tainted. but then would start feeling upset about how he’s ruined even the image of you.

— to ground himself, he’d just look at old pictures- maybe look at your old clothes if he got the chance. he doesn’t wanna ruin you, but he does. even in death, you can’t run from him.

— all around a mess. haha. he’s confused, maybe a little scared- but still selfish old jimmy..

— i mean, death is regular. it happens. people he’s known, been close to, have died. but for him to be seeing you? and so vividly too? that’s not normal, not at all.

anya

— anya would find a lot of comfort in it. she knows it isn’t healthy, but she can’t help but maybe enjoy it a little. it’s nice to know you’re always there, even if it’s just her mind playing tricks on her.

— i think the first time it happened, she’s very quick to pull herself together. and then she’s very self aware of what’s happening.

— i think she’d feel a lot of guilt.. you’ve passed, and you should rest easy- and here she is still clinging onto the past. you’d be upset if you saw her like this, which is the only reason she’d try to push it away.

— still though.. she can’t help it. you look so real, and who’s it hurting? it’s not hurting her, that’s for sure. it makes her happy.

— would do anything to feel your presence once more, maybe staring at your photo as she cuddles with a pillow.. purposely not sleeping, so the chances of her hallucinating you are higher..

swansea

— like jimmy, he’d go crazy. mentally, he’s struggled before, but not to the extent where he’s seeing vivid images of you. i’d scare the shit out of him.

— would.. likely delve back into alcoholism. what’s the point of being sober if his spouse isn't alive? not like they’ll know anyway. he’d feel maybe a bit of guilt but not enough to stop.

— he would not be able to work properly. maybe only with daisuke, as he knows he can’t break down infront of some kid. he’s old enough to know how to hold himself together.

— maybe similar to anya, there’s slight feelings of comfort. but he can’t do that to you, so he tries his best to move the fuck on over it.

daisuke

— he’d be scared, severely. as the youngest of the crew, he’s constantly hearing things about how life is only gonna get worse as you grow older.. and he thinks, ‘there’s things worse than hallucinating my dead partner in store for me?’

— would try to push through it. put on a happy face in front of his co-workers and parents, as you sit there in the back of his mind.

— he wouldn’t know what to do. he doesn’t wanna bother anyone, doesn’t wanna be a burden. he wants people to look at him and think highly of him, not pity him.

— spends a lot of his free time just.. laying in bed. distracting himself with his hobbies and interests no longer works as he can’t bring himself to care.

— he’d draw often, i think. mostly you. only because he knows how upset you’d be if you found out he’d given up drawing.

[pulgarcito-perro]

Hi!! I love your art a lot!! The way you draw jimcurly is wonderful! Could you make an anti-tulpar jimcurly art piece/comic? It can be about whatever you want, I just love seeing mean captain curly x roach janitor Jimmy

-🐒

Absolutely I could. In fact, I did. Just for you💗💗 (And also for Toringo in spirit. Stole their design for Curly's boots)

Anti tulpar Jimmy is so bullyable I love him.

[horrorknife]

ahaha yo it's the blowjob brothers

[jigsawwrangler]

An important question.

[cartoonhorses]

Remission

Jimmy Zare x female! Reader

warnings/triggers : Slight breast play, heated make out session, takes place on Earth, slightly ooc Jimmy

word count : 2.6k +

author’s note : I feel like this is a little rushed and I’m sorry! I tried my best to go back and correct my grammar mistakes, if I missed anything please let me know.

MDNI

The air outside was crisp, heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint warmth of the mid-morning sun. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, clutching the card your family members had sent to you through the mail in your hand. Your heart raced, not from nerves, but from excitement. Today was special, it was your birthday! And of all the places you could have been, all the people you could have spent it with, you wanted to spend it with Jimmy.

Jimmy—the guy you’d been seeing for a few months now. What started as casual hookups shifted one night when he invited you out to a rundown diner and, over greasy fries and flat soda, asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes. How could you possibly turn him down after such a romantic gesture. The memory of it never failed to make you giggle.

The walk to his house wasn’t too long due to the fact he only lived a few blocks away. As you reached Jimmy’s door, your mind flickered to all the times he surprised you before—small gestures that left you breathless. He wasn’t one for grand displays, but he had his ways. Like when he gave you fake, cheap flowers from the dollar store in a nice, decorative vase that he likely got from an old ladies’ garage sale.

Finally, you reached his house. You stood on his porch and brought your hand to the dark, wooden door. You didn’t even have to knock. The door cracked open and the positive energy you felt all morning suddenly shifted.

Jimmy stood there, leaning lazily against the frame, his expression neutral, almost bored. He wore a white, tattered wife beater that clung to his slim but muscular torso. “Hey,” he said flatly, stepping aside to let you in.

Your chest tightened slightly, but you pushed it aside. Maybe he was tired! Yeah that had to be it. You stepped in, the card still clutched in your hand, and gave him a soft smile. “Hi,” you said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He gave you a tiny smirk once you pulled away, though his mind almost seemed to be somewhere else entirely since it quickly faltered.

The living room looked exactly as it did the last time you were there—cluttered but not messy. The faint smell of pine from the candle you had gifted him weeks ago lingered in the air. He plopped on the couch, leaving room for you to sit but picking up his phone like you weren’t even there.

You sat beside him, the card in your lap. You didn’t say a word and minutes began to tic by, each one louder than the last. You watched him scroll on his phone, his thumb lazily flicking up, eyes glued to the screen. You were somewhat thankful for the TV being on, otherwise this situation would be extremely awkward.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked finally, desperate to fill the silence between you two.

“Not really,” he mumbled without looking up.

Another pause. Longer this time. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize his behavior. Maybe he was planning something and wanted to throw you off. Maybe he was nervous about making today perfect. You told yourself a hundred maybes. Each one more desperate than the last. But the knot in your stomach tightened either every second that passed.

You couldn’t take it anymore, had your boyfriend not realized what day it was? “Jimmy?” You said softly, your voice teetering on the edge of hope and hurt.

“Yeah?” He replied, glancing up briefly before his eyes fell back to his phone’s screen.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Do you know what today is?” You asked with a bit of hopefulness in your voice.

He frowned slightly, as though trying to piece together a complicated puzzle. “Uh… Saturday?” He offered after a beat, his tone light, almost amused.

Your heart sank, the weight of his indifference crashing down on you. “It’s my birthday,” you said, the words heavy and raw.

You thought for a moment that maybe he would feel bad, that he would apologize and beg you to let him make it up to you. But that wasn’t Jimmy. In fact, his face didn’t change much at all. He blinked once, twice, then shrugged. “Oh, I guess I forgot. Sorry.”

That was it. Two words—I forgot. Not an apology laced with guilt or the frantic rush of someone who realized their mistake. Just a shrug, like it didn’t matter, like you didn’t matter.

Your chest tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface, but it wasn’t just anger. It was disappointment, heartbreak, the crushing realization that you had built this day up in your head while he hadn’t even thought of it at all.

“Jimmy,” you said, your voice trembling. “You forgot my birthday?”

He finally set his phone down on a nearby table, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you thought you saw something there—guilt, regret— but it was fleeting, gone before you could grasp it. “I’m sorry,” he said again, but it felt hollow, an afterthought. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”

You knew that was a lie as soon as Jimmy said it. Hell, Jimmy hardly had a life. He barely worked, barely kept up with friends, and he didn’t have any contact with his family. You wondered what could possibly be on his mind.

“A lot on your mind?” You echoed, your voice beginning to rise. “You’ve had a lot on your mind but couldn’t spare a second to remember the one day that’s supposed to mean something?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. “I didn’t mean to forget, alright? It’s not that big of a deal. You’re here now, so what does it matter?”

The words hit you like a slap. What does it matter? You stared at him, the man you thought you knew, the man you had spent so many nights defending to your friends and family who warned you about him. The man who you had given your time, your heart, and your trust to.

You stood, card still in your hands. For a moment, you considered leaving it, letting it sit there on his table as a testament to what this day could have been. But then you looked at him—his indifferent posture, the way he was already reaching for his phone again—and you knew he didn’t deserve anything related to you.

Without another word, you turned and walked out the door, the sound of it clicking shut behind you was the only thing that broke the silence.

Jimmy sat there for a moment after the door clicked shut, the silence of the room suddenly weighing on him. His thumb hovered over his phone screen, but he didn’t scroll. Instead, he stared at the door you had just left out of, your absence settling into the space like a storm cloud.

She’s mad, he thought, running a hand through his hair. Of course, you were mad. He hadn’t even tried to remember your birthday. But it wasn’t like he meant to forget! Life had been stressful—work, drama, his own constant overthinking. Yet, none of that felt like a valid excuse now.

Jimmy leaned back on his old, poorly made, leather couch, letting out a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was good with emotions—his own or anyone else’s. But he wasn’t stupid. He knew what he had with you was good, better than anything he’d had before. You, somehow, always found a way to laugh at his dry, sarcastic humor. And the thought of losing you over something so stupid gnawed at him.

After what felt like an eternity, he stood up, grabbing his keys off the coffee table. He didn’t even know where’d you gone—back home, maybe—but he wasn’t about to just sit there and let you leave thinking he didn’t care.

The knock at your door startled you. You had barely set the card and your bag down on your coffee table, the frustration still bubbling under your skin when you heard it. You knew who it was. Part of you didn’t want to answer. You wanted him to stew in his own indifference. But curiosity got the better of you.

When you opened the door, there he was. His dark brown eyes were softer now, the usual edge in his expression dulled by something you couldn’t quite place. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his hands shoved into the pockets of a black hoodie, something he wasn’t wearing when you saw him previously.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you want, Jimmy?”

He glanced down, as if searching for the right words on the concrete beneath his feet. “Look, I…” he paused for a moment, looking annoyed before taking a deep breath. “I messed up.” He admitted, his voice gruff but sincere. “I shouldn’t have forgotten your birthday. That was shitty of me.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Yeah, it was.”

He looked at you, his brown eyes finally locking onto yours. “But I care about you. A lot. I know I don’t always show it the way I should, and I’m not great at this stuff, but…” he trailed off, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you and exhaling sharply. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the best thing I’ve got, and I don’t wanna screw that up.”

The anger you felt in your chest softened, replaced by a flicker of something warmer. But, you didn’t want to let him off the hook entirely. He needed to learn, but hearing him admit it, seeing the vulnerability in his usually guarded expression, made it harder to hold onto your frustration.

You stepped aside, letting him in. He hesitated for a moment before walking in, the tension between you palpable.

Jimmy turned to face you, his hands now out of his pockets, fidgeting slightly. “I don’t really know how to fix this,” he admitted. “I didn’t plan a grand apology or anything.”

“Clearly,” you said, your tone light but pointed.

He gave a faint, sheepish smirk. “Yeah, well… I guess I’m trying to be honest. I care about you, and I know I don’t always show it the right way, but I want to do better.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The weight of his words lingered in the air, and you could see the effort it took for him to say them.

Finally, you stepped closer, your arms dropping to your sides. “Jimmy,” you said softly, “I just wanna feel like I matter to you, that’s all.”

“You do,” he said immediately, his voice firm. “You matter the most to me. I just… I suck at showing it sometimes.”

“I know,” you said with a soft smile on your face. As soon as those words left your lips he closed the gap between you, his hands hesitating for a split second before settling on your waist. His touch was firm, but it was also warm and grounding. The earlier tension you felt quickly melted away.

After a moment, he pulled away, panting. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, his voice low.

You looked up at him, your breath hitching slightly. “Don’t just say it. Show me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in an instant, the kiss slow at first but quickly deepening as the frustration between you melted into something else entirely. His scruff grazed your skin, a familiar roughness that made your heart race.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as if he was trying to erase the space that had come between you earlier. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned against your lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His lips trailed from yours, skimming down your jawline, his scruff grazing your skin and leaving a delicious heat in its wake. When he reached the sensitive spot on your neck, nipping gently you let out a soft gasp. Your hands clutched at his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“God… ‘m such an idiot…” he mumbled against your skin, voice low and rough. “I almost let you walk away… I can’t do that again.”

You tilted your head, giving him more access to leave potential marks. Your breath hitched as his hands slid up your sides, brushing beneath the hem of your shirt. His fingers splayed against your skin, warm and possessive, as though he was staking his claim. You tugged at his hoodie, needing to feel him, to close the gap between you two in every possible way.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek to guide his lips back to yours.

His hands moved up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones before pulling back again, studying your face while his chest rose and fell heavily. “You mean so much to me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t say it enough, but you do. And I’m gonna make this up to you.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, his lips were on yours again, more insistent this time. His kiss was all-consuming, his tongue parted your lips as he deepened it, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough. His hands finally dared to move further underneath your shirt, one holding your hip firmly and the other grasping lightly at one of your breasts’.

Suddenly, your back hit the wall. The pressure stealing your breath for a moment. Jimmy’s body pressed into yours, the solid weight of him overwhelming in the best way. His kisses grew hotter, more desperate, as if he was trying to pour every once of his regret and affection into you.

The hand on your breast began to slowly message the plumpness of it, his rough fingers an insane contrast to your soft skin. It only made it feel all the better.

Your hands slid beneath his hoodie, fingertips brushing against the hard planes of his chest. He shuddered at your touch, a low groan escaping his throat that sent a thrill straight through you. You pushed the hoodie up, breaking the kiss long enough to yank it over this head, his dark hair falling messily back into place. You repeated the same action with the white wife beater he layered underneath.

The sight of him—his lean torso, the subtle definition of his muscles, the way his chest heaved as he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your knees weak. You reached for him, and there he was again, his lips capturing yours as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Damn,” he murmured, lips now against your neck as his hands skimmed over your newly exposed skin. “You’re… perfect.”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer as he kissed you again, his movements growing more frantic, more heated. His lips moved down your chest, his teeth grazing your nipple, and you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like an apology, a promise, and a confession all at once. The air between you was charged as you lost yourself in him, the world outside fading until there was nothing but Jimmy—his warmth, his touch, his love, raw and unfiltered.

And in that moment, with his lips on yours and his hands exploring every inch of you, you knew that despite his flaws, despite everything, this is where you belonged.

[redlenai]

I'm going to get kicked out the SPN and MW fandoms

[yesterdayyes]

mouthwashing lore

[jimmy-tulparco-pilot]

Been aawhile since I looked at this blog... Is the pregnant joke still a thingg and if so I uhh--

OK FINE! FINE! MIGHT AS WELL MAKe IT A FULL DRAWING

"My fault..i admit..my fault"

[meloooooonade]

Some Jim and Curls doodles + How i think Nice jim would look like bc why not

I HATE JIMMY but sadly enough he turns out to be really fun to draw.... ANOTHER REASON TO HATE HIM HOW DARE YOU-

[sleepylion]

What if Mouthwashing was just a movie

[konpeitonom]

jimmy nsfw alphabet PLEASEE and maybe curly too

jimmy nsfw alphabet.

nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader — cw for jimmy overall.. manipulation/dubcon. this might be a little heavy to some so if you’re extremely sensitive to anything i’d just skip this one. he is misogynistic to hell. hints of bi jimmy :^

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; using every guy i’ve ever known as inspo for writing this. don’t like? don’t read. block button is right there. i never write jimmy in a positive light and never will! curlys is already posted!

nsfw under the cut! minors do not read

a — aftercare, (what they’re like after sex)

— i mean. if you ask for water or food he’ll give it to you (begrudgingly..), but it’s not something he’ll actively do. you know? he knows he can be rough at times but it’s not really a priority to him. besides, he kinda likes the sight of you all used up.

b — body part (their favorite body part, and their partners)

— for himself, his arms/shoulders. since he lifts i think he is quite lean..

— for you? probably your chest! he likes to grab at your boobs and squeeze at them, laughing at how you yelp or whatever.

c — cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— i think his favorite would be on your face, like it gets in your hair and it’s all gross and stuff. that or would force it down your throat. wouldn’t let you go until you’ve swallowed it full. he’s scummy!

— i’ve mentioned it once before but he’s not the kind to just. not pleasure you. he has to make sex worthwhile for you to wanna do it- without much work on trying to convince you on his end. he’ll make sure you cum eventually.

d — dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

— man where would i even start..

— i’ll keep it a bit light for now, maybe. he’s jerked off to you, on you, as you sleep. it’s into stuff like that. you just look so sexy laid there. sometimes he cleans it and sometimes he doesn’t.

— he always tells you the next day, however.

e — experience (how experienced are they?)

— he’s like the opposite of curly. very little committed relationships, many, many one night stands. he thinks if girls are willing to give their bodies up like that after one night, there’s no reason to be in any sort of committed relationship.

f — favorite position (self explanatory)

— you bent over some sort of table, or wall sex. whatever constrains you where he doesn’t have to do much work to do so. he also loves to pull on your hair so positions where he’s able to do that he’s into.

g — goofy (are they more serious in the moment?)

— he doesn’t think about it. like mood and tension? as long as he gets off. might make a few jokes here or there but doesn’t think much of it.

h — hair (how well groomed are they?)

— he trims if it gets too much, but it’s not really anything he cares about. doesn’t care if you’re bothered by it.

i — intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic wise?)

— he’s not the most romantic. maybe on special occasions like your first time together, or your birthday, anniversary.. he’ll say ‘i love you’, just maybe. but in the long run he really only does it so you’ll stay.

j — jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— he jerks off whenever possible. maybe a bit of an exaggeration. the type to just jerk off while scrolling on his phone, ‘just cause’- he doesn’t think much of it and doesn’t really have one to one sessions. if he’s alone and bored he’s jerking off.

k — kink (one of their kinks)

— as a community of jimmy fuckers (i am not apart of said community, but i see you) i appreciate how we all agree he is into ddlg. he’s gross. and honestly for kinks, i’d be better to write off things he isn’t into. he’d watch women get tortured to get off, there really isn’t much he wouldn’t do.

— i won’t elaborate much on the ddlg thing because it’s personally not something i’d want to write about. but he’s into it, 100%.

— things like slapping, air restriction, tying his partner up, free use, water sports, somnophilia, corruption.. fuck- anything. really anything. just ask and he’s probably willing to do it.

l — location (favorite places to do it)

— likes bathroom stalls in gas stations because he thinks they are especially degrading and gross. even more so when you’re on your knees and pleasuring him. semi-public settings just turn him on.

m — motivation (what turns them on)

— this man gets horny to the smallest things..

— tease him even a little- show him skin on purpose and he’s fucking you straight. doesn’t take much for him to get hard.

n — no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— blank

— okay but anything that feels as if he’s not in full control. he likes tying you up, but he would not want to be. no way.

o — oral (preference in giving, receiving)

— he prefers receiving. eating pussy is not something he really likes to do. what pleasure could he derive from that, even? if you asked then maybe, if it’s something you really wanted.

p — pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

— fast and rough. maybe slow and rough if he’s tired. he thinks rougher is better, and maybe to him but maybenot for you..

q — quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)

— he’s into them. his goal with sex is to just get off, doesn’t care if it’s quick or ‘intimate’ as people would say. if you like them then that’s great! he’d rather do quickies than bother with actual, actual sex.

r — risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?)

— he’s willing to risk a lot.. nothing that would ruin his public image, but like.. fucking in a park late at night, where someone might catch you. yeah, he’d do that. he thinks it’s hotter if you’re all exposed, and he’s masked and shit.

s — stamina (self explanatory)

— uh. like 2 rounds? anything more than that would just tire him out i think.

t — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or their partner?)

— owns a fair share of toys, i won’t lie.. yes he owns a dildo and yes it’s for himself. he has toys for his partner as well he likes to use them often, multiple forms of stimulation- and seeing your reaction to that is extremely sexy..

u — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

— a lot, he teases a lot.. he likes orgasm delay and stuff like that- sometimes he wouldn’t let you cum at all. he’d say such mean things in bed to, to mock you and such. shaming you for letting him do this to you. all round horrible guy.

v — volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

— he likes your noises over his. is that a surprise? thinks it’s one of the prettiest things about you. so he likes to keep it down. he’d say some stupid shit like.. making noises is a ‘girl thing’.

w — wild card (a random headcanon)

— occasionally he likes to overstimulate you, making you cum over and over. makes him feel as if he could control you if he could please you like that. no other man could, right?

x — x-ray (what’s going on underneath?)

— his penis is extremely mediocre and regular. he’s seen curlys and is extremely jealous of him. it’s funny sorry. not every guy can have a good dick, and jimmy is apart of that percentage.

y — yearning (how high is their sex drive?

— pretty high. if you’re open to fucking 1-2 times a day he is open and willing. but if that’s too much, maybe once every other day.

z — zzz.. (how quickly they fall asleep)

— falls asleep quick, but only needs like- a 10 minute nap or so. not the type to sleep, sleep- even if it’s late at night.