Space Jimmy — 11.oz Ceramic Mug
Sip the saga daily. The Space Jimmy 11oz Ceramic Mug locks his red-sun stare and cosmic smirk into glossy ceramic built for chaos and caffeine. Whether it’s coffee, tea, or something stronger, this dark-humor drinkware turns every sip into cult ritual. Perfect for Die Jimmy Die collectors, gothic romantics, and anyone who wants their morning fuel served with prophecy.
Why you’ll drink from it: because mugs should do more than hold liquid. This one holds lore — bold, cursed, unforgettable.
- Glossy ceramic finish — sleek, durable, gothic shine
- Vivid print — crisp artwork, no fade or crack
- Microwave-safe — heat chaos anytime
- Dishwasher-safe — easy clean, saga intact
- Available in 11oz & 15oz sizes
- Artwork: “Space Jimmy — Red Suns” — official Die Jimmy Die saga piece
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“My morning coffee tastes like prophecy now. The Space Jimmy ceramic mug has that glossy gothic finish, crisp print, and cult vibe that turns every sip into ritual. Dishwasher-safe, story-driven, and a must for any dark humor coffee lover.”
“Not just a coffee cup — it’s immortal saga drinkware. The design is bold, the red-sun artwork never fades, and even in the microwave it feels like charging chaos. Perfect Die Jimmy Die collectors merch.”
“The Space Jimmy mug makes my desk feel like part of the cult. Strong ceramic, glossy sheen, and gothic print quality that actually survives daily abuse. If you’re into alt streetwear aesthetics, saga storytelling, or gothic coffee rituals, this is the cup.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Gravity Cheats
Day 21.
He drifted in like a comet I swore I’d never chase again—shades burning red suns, hair alive with static, smile carved for the void. Space Jimmy. The universe’s favorite trick.
I told myself not to look, not to let the orbit catch me. But the tilt of him, the way the room bent toward his grin— I felt the pull in my ribs before I could steady the sightline. My vow was gravity; his lenses were the stars.
For a breath, I hated how my heart whispered too the stars and beyond!. For a breath, I fell in love all over again.
But promises don’t burn out like meteors. I held steady. He doesn’t know death is just a layover. I do.
If he rises tomorrow, so will I—eyes sharp, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Even if the cosmos tries to trick me.
