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borealtwilight · 6 months

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solace

summary: not everyone finds it easy to wake up in the morning. it's definitely made easier with the help of a friend, though.

although at this point, is "friend" even the right term to describe one another with? characters: jerome-092, grace hendricks word count: 902 A/N: for @dancing-coyote :P

"You have bedhead."

Jerome reaches up to pat at his curly hair, puzzled. He's surprised that's the first thing he's greeted with, when Grace stumbles into the rec room at 0900. "And you're up late." he retorts, but there's no heat to it, and he smirks at her as he slides a mug of piping hot coffee across the table to her.

Grace flips him the bird, but shoots him a grateful look as she takes a sip. "Whose fault is that?" He knows exactly how she has her coffee: straight black, nice and fresh and strong.

"Hey, I advised you to go to bed, and that Alice, Douglas, and I had it handled, but you didn't listen..." Jerome shrugs innocently, folding his arms and leaning a hip against the table. Her twin, Killian, had gone to bed an hour or even an hour and a half before she had. But Grace had insisted that she remain, that she would be fine, that she could stay and help finish planning their upcoming mission. Now she was paying for it.

Her response is to reach out and thump him in the shoulder with a fist, hard. He dances out of her reach, yelping, and one hand goes to rub the smarting area gingerly.

"Ow, that's still tender!" he chides with a shake of his head, thinking of how much it had hurt yesterday when he'd sprained it. "Dick move."

She says nothing, but her eyes dance with amusement, and her lips are twitching as she takes another swallow of coffee. He knows she doesn't mean anything by it, though, and that really, he kinda had it coming. He knows full well that Grace has a tendency to be... cranky, first thing in the morning, and it may have become an oddly endearing trait of hers, but really, he shouldn't go poking the bear.

( He doesn't think of the fact that he's probably the only one allowed to gently, teasingly provoke Grace while she's still waking up. Never really occurs to him, but it's definitely A Whole Thing that he'd never hear the end of if anyone else realizes it. )

"I'm not the only one with a severe case of bedhead, though." That smirk is back on his face, and he reaches out to coil a lock of her curly hair around a finger. "What's the term your brother likes to use... Oh yeah, you look like you've been dragged backwards through a bush." The polite way of putting it, at any rate. Killian's exact words are usually more along the lines of "your hair appears to have turned into a nest for a family of rats". "Don't worry, I'll fix it."

Grace, still sleepy, hums wordless assent, and Jerome's quick to dart off to her quarters to raid her bathroom for her hair products.

( He doesn't think about the fact that he knows what kind of supplies are needed to help get Grace's hair under control. It's just something that he'd do for another Spartan, he tells himself. Not that he's ever had the chance to; they all keep their hair shoulder length or shorter. )

"Did you at least get some sleep at all?" he asks, as he gently begins to sort out her frizzy mane.

She mumbles her answer into the mug of coffee. "Probably not much more than you did. But then you're a dirty cheat."

He allows himself a chuckle; she does make a fair point. At least it's a topic he doesn't mind making light fun of, on occasion. "I admit it, my augmented physiology renders me a dirty cheater and I can therefore run on less sleep. Still, don't come cryin' to me when you've overtaxed yourself."

"No, I'll just steal your bunk."

"I don't mind sharing."

"You're a blanket hog."

Jerome sputters. "I am not a blanket hog." As a matter of fact, he really didn't need to use blankets all that often. "I think the blanket hog is you, and you just don't want to admit it, so you pass blame to me."

Because sharing bunks is also a thing they do. It's not even something they put stock into; they just... sometimes happen to fall asleep together. Sometimes it's on purpose, though, like when they need to share quarters because they're planetside. Or when one of them can't sleep because their head is too much, and sharing a bed with your co-worker best friend battle buddy fellow soldier is reassuring: you know you're not the only one who has these nightmares, you've got someone right beside you who's been through similar shitty things, physical contact is grounding, it's fine to share space with someone you're familiar with.

It's just habit, that's all.

He doesn't need to see her face to know that Grace is sticking her tongue out at him, and he swats at her playfully. It's easy, this rhythm they've fallen into; it's become a comfort.

( Grace and Killian are really part of Red Team, at this point. They all look out for each other. They're all under Jerome's command. They're his friends, they belong to him, and he would die for any one of them, just as he knows they would give their lives willingly for him. )

( Sure, he has the tendency to spend more time with Grace than any of the others at this point, but it's mere coincidence. Happenstance, that's all. )

#natty writes #halo #*coy — the rtas to my thel #natty writes :: drabbles & ficlets #commander jerome 092 #friend oc ;; grace hendricks #OTP :: love me harder

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ozymoron · 6 months

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i think in a beautiful world my ocs and my blorbos would be best friends and they would be holding hands and skipping along and playing in the sun having fun :)

#⚠️#personal #i just think my oc michiko and jerome would be the bestest of friends #i kinda wanna draw them hanging out i think thatd be fun #like fucked up silly demon woman and fucked up silly clown man #they would get up to so much mischief #although michiko would be very annoying about her being taller than him #also i dont trust jerome around women #gonna go kick my legs and lie on my bed and think about them being best friends #also i think cameron and spencer would get along if you ignore camerons sciencey crimes against humanity #cameron would be going on and on about playing cards and shit cause its his special interest and spencer would say some fun fact and #camerons pupils would just dilate like holy fuck #i love pondering silly stuff like this its fun :)

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littlebatsimagines · 1 year

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Welcome To The Asylum

Hey Guys! Welcome to my page my name is Bats and I'll be you're writer! I hope you enjoy your stay here at my little HA HA-cienda! Please do feel free to request however I do try to keep my writings Arkham/Batman based however you my find a surprise every now and again! I really do hope you enjoy!

With much love!

-Bats

Reader abbreviation key:

(Y/n)= Your name

(E/c)=Eye color

(H/c)=Hair color

(F/c)=Favorite Color

I Thought You Were Dead (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

By Your Side (Arkham Asylum! Bruce Wayne x Reader)

I Promise (Dick Grayson x Reader)

I Deal With You (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Hacker (Dick Grayson x OC)

I Can't Believe You Talked Me Into This! (Dick Grayson x Reader)

HOW COULD YOU?! (Injustice! Dick Grayson x Reader)

Run With Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Rainbow After the Storm (Jason Todd x Reader)

An Odd Feeling (Arkham Knight x Reader) - (1) (2) (3) (4)

Just Playing the Game (Jason Todd x Reader)

I Can't Do This Without You (Jason Todd/Robin x Reader)

The Knight is Born (Arkham Knight x Inmate! Reader) - (1) (2)

Christmas Snuggles (Jason Todd x Reader)

A Friend in Arkham (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)- (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

Not That Scary! (Tim Drake x Reader)

Doctor's Orders (Arkham! Tim Drake x Reader)

Villain Stuff

Why Do You Stay? (Arkham! Scarecrow x Reader)

Killer Croc x Reader

One Scary Assistant (Scarecrow x Reader)

A Hidden Friend. (Arkham Origins! Bane x Reader)

Gotham stuff

The Orphan and The Clown - (1) (2)

Random DC/Holiday Stuff

Don't You Dare! (Jerome Valeska x Reader) Christmas!

So Much For Boring... (Negative Man x Male! Reader)

(Polka Dot Man x Reader)

I'm a Superhero! (Polka Dot Man x Reader)

(Abner Krill x Reader)

Christmas Snuggles (Jason Todd x Reader) Christmas!

#batman arkham #batman x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #scarecrow x reader #killer croc x reader #polka dot man x reader #negative man x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman arkham x reader

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warrior-of-waistbands · 10 months

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I've been in an OC mood these last few days and finally sat down to make some updated refs/bios for my guys. Starting with the disaster quartet because they've been on my mind a lot and I love them

Extra notes on this group as a refresher and for personal reference:

- When they're not engaged in typical college age shenanigans they're dedicating their free time to trying to uncover the secret identity behind Piqua's local superhero, Captain Underpants (it's mostly Anaya's idea honestly). They all meet up in Anaya's garage to share theories, gather clues, and eat the snacks Anaya's mom insists on bringing them.

- They all attended Jerome Horwitz Elementary at the same time as kids, but they never properly met and became friends until they were all in middle school. Anaya and Brea have been friends the longest, having met in kindergarten a few years before Brea's parents switched her to homeschooling.

- They all have distinct designs but I gave them all some kind of outer layer jacket/vest/sweater to tie them all together as a group

- Expect Brea's color palette to be different every time I draw him because I am constantly unsatisfied with it, lol

#j's posts #oc tag #sorry in advance for this formatting the alternatives bugged me aesthetically

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Might as well start posting my ocs on up first Jonathan Jerome Wilson who I had for many years.

Summary: Australian clown ring master who loves to put on a good show. Has a deep hatred for gods but is absolutely head over heels and obsessed with his ex wife who is a goddess. Jonathan is a Incubus and siren, has mommy and daddy issues. Loves animals and playing with his hair. He's not a good guy at all.

Fun Facts: Vegan, Multiple Crimes, Love Sick, Can Hypnotize others by singing, & Demisexual.

Artwork was done by my friend, they don't have a Tumblr sadly.

@pinejayy pss pss pss

#oc #orginal character #clown oc #everlasting ocs #honk honk

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lovelypink2005 · 9 months

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Not me realizing that I've never shared my previous boy here before but-

Meet my CU OC, Hazzy Windward!

He's a 5th grader at Jerome Horwitz Elementary who just moved into the school!

Hazzy never have an actual close friend growing up since each year his family keeps on moving due to his parent's jobs. Lucky for him, they stayed on Piqua for 2 years, making him able to graduate Elementary on Jerome Horwitz, and it gives him time to make an actual friend who eventually became his best friend!

Hazzy was born with a sensitive condition, he could easily get sick, his skin are sensitive to cold and chill wind, hence why he wears winter fit to school during normal days. (Exceptional for Summer, he'll still wear his long sleeves and long pants tho)

Despite hia condition, his favorite season is Winter, because he just thought snows neat!

Oh, and also, he like some bugs! He's always a curious boy when it comes to something new :]

(Side note, he's one year older than George and Harold, so he sure would have heard about them many times, the monster-of-the-week thing would be a "culture shock" for him for sure)

#Hazzy Windward #captain underpants #captain underpants oc #cu oc #tetocu oc #cu #tetocu #the epic tales of captain underpants #oc #I just love this boy so so muchhhdksvxksvxkshx #lovelypink art

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phaleneartz · 3 months

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My Gotham OC Tigra and she's childhood friends with Jerome and Jeremah Valeska

Support my art by reblogging! <3

#original character #original art #oc #oc art #digital art #gotham #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #dc universe #dcu #my art

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winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts · 3 months

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pinned post! latest edit: April the 10th

Howdy!!! I'm Doc, or Wolfy, or whatever name you want to use. Any pronouns are fine!

I have an unreliable sleep schedule/forgetful/message notifications don’t show up- so if you need me uhh keep yelling until I notice? Aaahhh...

Not a system! I have a dozen sonas/fursonas (not sarcasm) (I hope you plural peeps have a good day-)

I put reblogs in a queue or schedule!! If I like an art post of your but don't reblog, don't worry, it'll be out in a week or so.

Tag list, ordered by most common to least common in each category. Starting with my personal tags, then general navigation tags.

Art tag: wolfys art (my art), 2022 artchive (specifically my art from 2022)

Cool art by pals: grand showcase of arts

Doc says something: wolf chats

All art month challenges: Just Here To Have Fun

Kiley and co stuff (commonwealth setting): little wastrels

NOTE the au is getting rebooted so old stuff is not canon.

second fallout au (island setting, custom location for an rp): badlands crew

My main story stuff, not fallout: Split Fates au

posts I think my ocs would like: jeanposting, jerposting

Other aus- SCP Jailbreak!, museums monsters n marvels, voidspace crew, When Multiverses Collide, eternal spring

I kind of hit my story with a hammer and it shattered into a million pieces. oops

Misc fandom tags: fallout, whump stuff, bg3, doctor who, ace attorney, hermitcraft, qsmp, warrior cats, good omens

Misc common tags: described (posts with image or video ID), michaelnordeman (his animal photography), birds, food

important tags: reblogging for future reference (general tips), promo (friends news), boost (donation posts), flashing, eyestrain, psa

"You have to reblog!" And similar phrases: rebait

Subcategories of tips tags: drawing tips, writing tips, fave (personal favourites), cooking tips, health tips, tech tips. (more to be added soon)

Note- these are not tagged reliably: ghouls, zombies, blood, skeletons, suggestive, insects, spiders, guns, drug use, smoking, all caps, partial nudity, death

Characters that frequently appear are... ( updated 10 April, more descriptions to be added soon, please hold!)

Rabbit: A human-sized anthro rabbit! Light grey and white fur, green eyes. Usually in a grey suit with a green tie and gold scarf- or in white robes with gold jewelry. Sometimes drawn with long curved gold colored horns.

Wolfy: A cartoony anthro wolf, exactly five feet tall! Medium grey fur, has oval mirrors (with two shine marks) in place of eyes, and has grey and purple wings and a bird tail over his wolf tail. Always in a medium grey suit with a purple tie. Sometimes drawn with deerlike antlers.

Parsure: Looks like a blonde and light skinned human dude with dull blue eyes! He has shoulder-length hair with jagged bangs, and has a goatee and mustache. Always wears jeans, a white t shirt, red converse shoes, and a leather jacket. There's a large red bullseye on the back of the jacket. There's patches on the left sleeve: A red X symbol, and a night sky with a black stripe down the right side. On the right sleeve: A yellow axe symbol, and grey hexagon with a blue and orange background.

Jerome Drew (should be updated to Jerome Heulwen, I'll get to it soon), <- my main guy :D

Rev -(belongs to hollyrosecheeks),

Vince: A were-snow leopard! Um. Imagine a snow leopard, but with gold eyes.

Jodie: A were-pine-marten! Like a ferret but bigger, brown furred with white patches on the face and chest.

Kiley: (new oc, aaaah- I will redo my reference soon)

Jean: (probably) human dude with short brown hair! Wears a full mask that looks like a crow’s face. Usually wears a white shirt, grey vest and tie, grey slacks, and brown dress shoes. Sometimes wears a simple black jacket. Or a scarecrow's hat and black gloves.

Psst if you have a spare dollar can you pass it along to my pal Fern!

Cashapp: cash.app/$AustinToach

PayPal: paypal.me/AustinStidham

Venmo: venmo.com/u/Austin-Toach

uh if you show me you've donate something I'll draw you a doodle-

End of the post! Have a good day, wahoo

#pinned post #ocs should have names capitalized in the post tags!#some characters' names change depending on au and time. uhhhh don't worry about it :]#pulling a “that's not my neighbor” and switching up “always” and “usually”- it's lore important ahaha

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hoodievixen · 10 months

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With My Own Eyes - Part 8 (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~ 2.7 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling, !Comic Spoilers!

A/N: This is it, the end. (Almost forgot to upload it today... oops) Prepare for some angst.

Tag List: @intothesoul @ poemfreak306

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Her bed was too soft. Instead she clambered to the ground, curling herself into a ball, backed into a corner, walls pressing into both her shoulders. Sibyl mumbled descriptors of everything she saw, ignoring the tears running down her face. She should lose herself to her emotions, she might start another fire. She didn't need to deal with that at the moment.

Even her tactic of keeping in the physical and not the mental was not working. As she was describing any item she saw in great detail, more items appeared. She swear they came in puffs of sand. The first was her bag she had left in her room in the Dreaming, then the paintings she made in the Dreaming, and every sketchbook she dared scribble in. Even notes of grimores she left in the library. Anything that could remind him of her he sent away.

Soon Lily was clenched into as small of a ball that she could get. Her breathing out of control, as the only thing she felt was lonelyness, complete and utter lonelyness.

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Johanna wasn't sure what she was expecting for the loud banging at her door in the middle of the day. Defiently not Lily, drunk off her ass and crying. "You do know it's only three," Johanna commented, letting the closest thing to a friend she had lean into her.

It wasn't strange for Lily to disappear for days on end without so much of a word. However returning drunk was indeed new. "Heart break knows no time but sorrow," the witch sighed.

Johanna hated how she'd get poetic when drunk. Luckily Lily rarely gets drunk. "Did you get back tk get her with Jerome?" she wondered dragging in the drunkard. "You know that never ends well."

With uneven balance Lily stood up straight staring at her arm. Rarely did Lily walk around with her arms bare. Johanna knew Lily got annoyed with how people would come and touch her cause of her tattoos, but also that she was hiding her soulmate's name, something the magic user hasn't even seen, until then.

Johanna felt pitty for her friend. There scralled on her arm in pretentious writing was Dream of the Endless. She felt bad for Lily, connected to that prik by date. Clearly she didn't have good feeling a about it either, as the skin it was on was red and irritated with small scabs developing. Lily had been vigorously scratching at it, as if to remove it. Even in that moment she dug her nails in the raw skin.

"I'm guessing that prick's the reason your like this," Johanna commented, bringing in the witch to have her sit on her couch.

Lily glared at her arm. "I don't even know what he looks like," she said softly.

Johanna sat down, letting her sad friend lay down in her lap. "You aren't missing much," she commented, picking at Lily's hair. By the looks of it it hadn't been washed in days. "His hair's a mess, eyes are creepy, and personally his cheeks are bit too sharp for my taste."

Lily looked up to her friend, wide eyed and with fresh tears. "You know what he looks like?" she asked in disbelief. Silent tears ran down her face.

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Lily woke up with a hwad ache and a show back. "How much did you drink?" a annoyed voice asked.

She peaked up to find a familiar person, and in a familiar place. "I think like... too much,"she answered, though mind elsewhere. While she had grown used to not having dreams with being in the Dreaming, sh hadn't had one since she got back.

Johana stoop up from her desk, coming to sit down next to her friend." Are you going to tell me what happened, or are you going to try and skin your arm again?" She handed back Lily's dager.

Lily took it back, before throwing it in the pile of her jacket and shoes. It was then she noticed she had a thick bandage over her arm, where her soul mark was. She hated it now more than ever. "What have you figured out from my drunken rambling?" she wondered, placing a cold hand against her forehead.

"Well the oh so lovely Dream of the Endless sis somehow your soulmate, and refused to show you his face," Johana explained, "Which confuses me."

Sibyl sighed. "Basically dude kidnapped me, and we made an agreement I'd stay in his realm for about a month, before deciding if I'd stay or go."

"Did you try the teleportation spell?" she questioned her friend. Sibyl didn't have a long streak of being the most clever.

"Oh yeah," Lily assured her, "And I should have just finished it.

But I stayed, begrudgingly at first. Then I grew to not mind being there, than I liked it that, and..." There were words Lily wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to. Her eyes stung and heart ached at the thought of it.

She let out a deep breath. "The entire time he had on this monstrous helm, like seriously, spine trunk. He refused to show me his face. I was patient, but I couldn't let him continue to do what he wants without showing me he trusts me. I went to remove it myself, cause it was either taking that thing off or being done with our relationship. I thought he'd see logic and reason. Instead he took ending it not his own hands, sending me away... I haven't even had a dream since."

Lily looked to the floor, meloncholic. By some miracle, or dehydration, she wasn't crying. "I'm angry, sad, and so frustrated," she groaned, finanly getting to voice her feelings. "I don't even want to acknowledge we're soulmates. I don't even want to be soulmates. I'd do anything to get this fucking name off of me."

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Ripples through the universe are not common, but they do happen. So two happening within such quick succession of eachother was something to take interest in.

The second one struck sunthing deep within Dream. Something he had long since ignored and tired to forget. No matter what he had to go a see what it was, knowing nothing good will come from the visit.

It had been centuries since he last visited the Mediterranean island. He had never thought he would step foot on it ever again. The care takers asked no questions, but kept their haze to the ground, moving out of the Endless' path.

Dream stepped into the small build that had been his son's home for most of his deathless life. Or what had expected to be deathless. The caretakers had already prepared the head of Orpheus for burial.

There was only a handful of being that could bring about the end of Orpheus. Dream knew it was no of his siblings, none would do such a thing. Even Desire, after all his son was a means to an ends for his sibling. He had to wonder who, no what has killed Orpheus.

It could have eazily been missed. Tucked in the corner of the window sill was a flash of reflected sunlight. It was a large metal knife, no dagger. Dream kne that Dager, from one side being solver while the other iron, the worn and loved leather gril, and the protective charm carved in the pommel. The fish time he had seen it, it had been pull on him, the next it was covered in it's owners blood. Now it was clean, not a single drop of crimson. Red however, there was a strand. Near the blade was a strand of red thread, cut red thread.

Sibyl had been there, and somehow involved with the death of Orpheus. While she had powers more so than the average human, no witch would have the power to undo the deal between Death and her nephew. Something wasn't right. Not in the slightest.

Dream pulled up his sleeve, and urge that pricked at the back of his mind. He hadn't known what feelings he felt anymore for that name on his arm. He once loved it, bringing him hope, and was something he protected. But now it left a sour taste in his mouth. He had believed that Sibyl had been different, different for his past lovers, different from all other humans. She was the same as the rest. He knew that the moment she tried taking off his helm. Dispite his best effort to forget them, her words of trust did ring in his ears, causing a sliver of guilt. Had she had a point?

It did not matter anymore, as his arm was baren.

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Johanna thought she was finally done with all that. It had been a couple days since Lily last called her in tears or in anger. She couldn't blame her, but it was getting to be a lot. When the magic user felt a precense in her flat, she assumed the witch had somehow gotten in on her own again. Turning on the lights revealed otherwise.

There ein the middle of the room was something she did not want to see again. Even if only in her dreams. "Why are you here?" she asked Dream of the Endless.

"Constantine," he said in a low tone. "I need your assistance with finding someone."

Johana gave him a look of questioning. "Can't you just wait until they fall asleep?"

Dream's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. "They have somehow managed to disconnect themselves for myself and realm entirely."

Johana noticed how his gaze lingered down at his arm. She scoffed. "If it's Sibyl Crow you are looking for," she started, "You entirely deserve what she's done."

Dream glared at the woman. "How do you know Sibyl?"

Johana rolled her eyes, "You really think a magic user and a witch living in the same city wouldn't at least be aware of eachother."

"You appear to be more than acquaintances," Dream continued to push.

"That's cause Lily's a clinging bitch," Johanna groaned, "She's so lonely she'd befriend a rabid dog..." No matter what she had tried, she couldn't get rid of the witch. She just gave up after a while.

She had already pulled out her phone to call the witch. Maybe he'd go away if Lily herself told him to fuck off. It went straight to voicemail. Johanna let out a sigh of annoyance, though not concerning.

"Have you tried her flat?" Johanna asked. It was still early into summer break, there wouldn't be a reason for her to be working yet.

"It is warded against my entry," he explained.

"Well lucky for you, I got a key," she answered, pulling said key from a drawer. Sybil had put it on a rediculous key chain of a pink puff ball, as to prevent Johanna from loosing it.

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Sibyl's flat was a mess. Not that it usually wasn't. However there was the makings of a pyramid of empty cans, both of energy drink and alcoholic. Lily wasn't much a fan of either, never consumes the in large quantities. Take out Containers filled the trash can, as well as plenty of counter space. Usually she kept her witchcraft neatly packed away in the small dresser that was her alter, yet scattered about her entire apartments were books on anything mildly unnatural in subject, maps of laylines and other things Johanna didn't understand.

Something caused her heart to stop. "She wouldn't," Johanna mumbled, grabbing at the pages of scarred notes about the apartment. She barely payed attention she Lily called her, thinking the witch just needed someone to rant to. Still Constantine caught it in bits and pieces, Sibyl was looking for a way to sever her fate from Dream's. "Lily's dramatic, but she wouldn't pay that price," she tried to reason with herself.

"What do you know Constantine?" the Endless demanded.

"Please tell me her names still on you," Johanna pleaded. She would deny it to anyone who asked, but Sibyl was her friend, someone she could trust her life with. She didn't want to loose her just like everyone else.

Dream looked away, giving the exrocist all the answer she needed. Johanna dropped the pages, which would take her too long to understand at all. "Fuck," she groaned, "Sibyl, what did you do?"

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Sibyl had severed her fate from his. It fit right in with all other failures of relationships he has had. This one had the most promise, but had lasted the shortest. Dream would teuely never love again. Still Sibyl payed a price because of his actions. If he couldn't pay part of it, he would at least want to know what it was.

Destiny may have had it written in his book, but he wouldn't share it with anyone, nor even his brother unless it said he would. There was a much more for sure way to learn what occurs in fate. To talk to the Fates themselves.

"I, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, summon the fates," he called to the universe. He had gathered his offerings, prepared to pay the price. "The three who are one, the one who is three." Something was different, there wasn't the same reaction of the world around him to the called of The Three.

"I'm gonna stop you there," some called from behind him, "It's one who is one now."

Dream turned around not believing his ears. There stood Sibyl, though not the same as before. Her arms were bare, of both his name and her tattoos. Her clothes shifted colors like an aurora boreal is, her hair floating in a breeze that was not there. Her eyes....

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Sibyl stood in the circle of her own making. Chalk of frowned calf bones, spores from a mushroom grown on the corpse of a deer, and the blood spilled from the womb. Those were just in the outline, Sibyl was not proud to tell what took her to gather everything for the spell. She held her bleeding arm out before her, calling to the universe. "The three who are one, the one who is three, the Hecate."

The wind and rain which had gradually grown around her was all but silent in that moment. "We haven't been summoned by one such as you in a long while, child," a voice beyond years croaked.

Sibyl turned around to find three woman standing before her. She was quick to fall to her knee, stoll holding the offering of her own blood to them. "Please I ask of you, sperate my fare from his," she pleaded, "I do not wish to be bound to someone who can't trust me with the most simplest of things."

"Child, raise your head," a soft voice called out to her. Sibyl hesitantly looked up.

"Oh lovely," the maiden cooed, "We gave you a hard fate, that would come with many reward of you shall over come it."

"We over you this advice for what you have given," the crone continued, "Have hope."

Sibyl gribded her teeth. She was sick and tired of supernatural beings thinking less of her. "I didn't ask for advice," she hissed, "I gave you a sacrafice, just get this name off of me."

The mother reached out and stroked Sibyl's cheek. "You know better than to seek tk your elder than that, your auntie taught you better."

The maiden replaced the mother, her had on the young witch's cheek. "Your blood may be special, but no amount of it will be the price to do what you want."

Sibyl let out a deep breath. "I will pay whatever price," she confessed.

"Your soul," all three said at once. The crone stepped away from the girl. "You're human soul." The wind started to pick up once again.

"It binds you to this world," the maiden said.

"It binds you to the ones you love," the mother.

"To unbind you, we must take it," the croan.

The wind had became much worse than it had before, picking up dirt and howling in the night.

"We three will become one, and you will become we," the unified voice of three bellowed over the wind. "All magic come with a price. You know that well. A price for a price, only for something great. What it will be up to you, and not me."

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Her eyes held no color, just white. Though she was looking at him, she wasn't seeing him. "Do you need to ask?" she said sarcastically, "As you can clearly see what price I payed." Sibyl gave up her sight to become the physical embodiment of fate, which she did to sever herself from him. He wonders of that was the plan all along. Him fated to be alone, for ever.

#Sandman #sandman x reader #sandman x oc #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #sandman x y/n #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x original character

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flame-shadow · 9 months

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i haven't talked about my OCs all that much lately. so sad! here are some random facts about the ones i just shared sketches of:

-Cyra was raised by some of the gardeners in Queen's Gardens. One of them was a bumblebee who would sometimes give her hugs even when she "didn't want them" only for her to relax in their arms after a second or two.

-Jerome wishes he had so many friends, but it's hard to make many considering all the death and infection and not fitting in many of Hallownest's tunnels and living in Kingdom's Edge anyway... At least Cyra likes to hang out!

-Zip is Jerome's little brother (adopted). He's the most energetic boofly ever, and he loves to explore! His smaller size grants him access to smaller tunnels, and his lack of caution means he sometimes gets stuck in those smaller tunnels. Somehow, he hasn't died yet.

-Bronson is a traveler, and Hallownest is only one of the many places he's visited. While he walks, he likes to whistle or sing tunes from distant lands.

#rambling #hk #OC: Cyra #OC: Jerome #OC: Zip #OC: Bronson

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hexedrosel-arts · 8 months

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Too many thoughts head full, time to ramble and say things

- Hall monitor being older brother to the kindergarten kids(Thought about him getting second job to save for college; and also to get the kids ice-cream if they behave; he mostly saves it though)

- Carla and Buggs friendship

- Ozzy and Buggs friendship

- Buggs dynamics with other ppl in general

- Penny X Carla X Monty (wanna write but have more important stuff than this rn :,])

- Kidd, just a lot of ideas about Kidd

- Ozzy, he plagues me daily

- Ozzy and Felix, but what if enemies to friends to lovers mutual pining and angst

- My OCs; specially the one who has her arms replaces with ribbons and she has a tank of poison inserted into her spine, she also now has a gun that shoots said poison and she refuses to die.(Also the angry spirit that follows her around and has knives in that surround him in the form of angel wings and halo)

- Kidd with ram horns(Kidd w/ sacrificial lamb imagery is something weirdly on my mind)

And surprising the one time my English teacher saw an image of Buggs I drew and called him a she(now thinking of butch fem Buggs)

Big thought below where I can't explain it in bullet point form

Honestly, I can't really bring myself to hate any of the Kg and Kg2 characters that aren't the adults. It sounds stupid but I just can't.

The reason is rather simple, they're five year olds. They don’t truly understand what they're doing, like at all. They may be the smartest 5 year olds ever, but they're still 5.

They can kill, harm, and just be the worst ppl ever. But they're glorified toddlers who barely understand that they're hurting each other. A sibling of mine visited our grandfather when he was dying and that stuff slipped over their head, and they were 4. Heck the stuff didn't make sense to myself and I was 7ish.

Felix may want his brother dead, but he might not understand that when his brother dies, he's not coming back. His father knows why he wants this to happen, but Felix may not know in the slightest, or at least not to the extent of that his father does. It's not an exact excuse for Felix’s actions, but I can understand why he has no empathy or care about what he is doing.

I'm using Felix as an example because I did hate Felix before. I hated that he wanted to kill his brother, that he was cruel, he was well Felix. I talked with my sibling about the game(it's been an obsession for a while), when my mom overheard me talking about Felix. She pointed out the exact reason why Felix is innocent in his crime to a degree, he's 5. He doesn't grasp murder or death or what an assassin is. He's smart for a 5 year old, but he still understands the world in the way a child does.

This doesn't just apply to Felix. But to all the kids and all of their little crimes. They don’t understand what they're doing, at least not on the level we do. Cindy and Buggs might understand that bullying is bad, but they don't know how badly they're affecting Lily and Nugget. Jerome doesn't understand that Lily didn't kill his father, he's only correlating that Lily hated his father, Billy went missing, and Billy was found when his father died.

More about Jerome. He's a smart kid yes, but I can't blame him for acting the way he does in Kg2, he's emotional because he found his father's body parts, and Lily found her brother around the same time. He wants revenge because he didn't know what we do. He just wants closure for what he believes was the death of a good man, his father even. Kg2 also takes place the day *after* his father's death, so we take an a child who is still *grieving*, who found his dad's dead body, and has moved to a different school, that's too much for a child to handle. Of course the child is emotional.

Jerome understands death more than the other kids because he experienced in the games first hand. We see the result, he knows his dad isn't coming back, he's upset, and he's not thinking straight. He's in smart class for a reason, but clearly he should have time to process his father's passing. In things that go boom(? Carla's misson), he acts irrationally upon seeing Lily because that's how a 5 year old would react, he found his father's supposed murderer and wants revenge.

When he finds the truth you know what happens? He cries harder, he apologizes to Lily and Kidd in that misson as well. He accepts that father was bad, which is a lot more than mature than he should be at that age, and moves on. He perfectly shows how these kids, while much smarter than regular 5 year olds, they still act like kids and behave.

(Note: I found it weird that a lot of the older wattpad fics charactized Jerome as always hating Lily even when they got older. But I can't blame them, we see Jerome as clearly being in the wrong, but we don't think to look at this in Jerome's perceptive)

In the end they're kids, glorified toddlers even. Death doesn't phase them because they don't understand it. They know things at a basic level, yes they are uber smart for 5 year olds, but they are still 5 year olds. I can't be mad at these kids for being- well kids. Yes they're mean and cruel to each other, but they're still kids. They don't understand that killing each other means they won't come back, to them maybe death means they won't see that person for a while.

#rosey rambles #a lot of talking from my end #I'll post some art maybe today or tomorrow #but I've just been suffering from the stuff again #sorry but i'm trying to get better somewhat #also uhm #if you want to ask me about anything i said here #you can 🥺👉👈#tw religious imagery #please tell me if I forgot to tw something

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mashedwriting · 24 days

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Character List

* = platonic only

Comic Books

Music Meister

Squirrel Girl*

Loki

Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Matthew Patel

Gideon Graves

Young Neil*

Knives Chau*

Wallace Wells

Star Trek

Spock*

Uhura*

Data*

Reanimator

Herbert West

Dan Cain

Batman Forever

Edward Nygma

Two-Face

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson*

Gotham

Jim Gordon

Edward Nygma

Jervis Tetch

Oswald Cobblepot

Fish Mooney

Jerome Valeska

Selina Kyle*

Bruce Wayne*

Victor Zsasz

Barbra Kean

Jonathan Crane*

Superstore

Jonah

Amy

Cheyenne*

Dina

Garret

Glenn

Mateo

Brooklyn 99

Terry Jeffords

Kevin Cozner*

Jake Peralta

Charles Boyle

Ray Holt*

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Gina Linety

Dr Who

9th Doctor*

Rose Tyler*

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Sammy Lawrence

Alice Angel

Joey Drew*

Wally Franks

Bertrum Piedmont

The Stanley Parable

Narrator

Stanley*

Bill and Ted

Bill S Preston Esquire

Theadore Logan

Back to the Future

Emmet Brown*

Marty Mcfly

Ferris Bueller's day off

Ferris Bueller

Labyrinth

Jareth

Blithe Spirit

Charles

Ruth

Elvira

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

My ocs and friend’s ocs!!

If you have ideas for fandoms I should join/write for, send an ask and I’ll check it out! :]

#☆~character list

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xxbatsybeanxx · 29 days

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" I wanna hug you forever "

- 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚡 𝙾𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 -

Now playing : Sleepwalker - Slowed - akiaura,LONOWN,STM

+ No one's P.O.V +

" It can't be true,this has to be a lie..right? " Dawn thought to herself,as disbelief was flushing in her mind, being on her phone looking at the latest post that her ex friend Jessica Gordon made, holding hands with Dante,who Dawn has liked for a long time,and now here she was,seeing a picture of them together somewhere downtown while she was in Brooklyn New York for a few weeks. The brunette female immediately shut off her phone before setting it aside on the bedside table and immediately felt tears streaming down her eyes,as she then buried her face into the pillow on her bed. She could've just told Dante everything sooner,she wanted to confess her feelings for him,but just never had enough courage to do so,but of course she just couldn't say it before she left,and seeing the post of Dante and Jessica together, just upset and made her more mad.

" I wish I just could've said something..I should've told you sooner..."

- a few weeks later -

As Dawn was making her way down the hallway of Jerome Herowitz middle school,she didn't make any eye contact with anyone at all,all she wanted to do was just get to her classes and be done for today, however,by the time she made it to her locker,she locked eyes with Dante for what felt like eternity,as if they haven't seen each other in weeks. That was when Dante decided to clear his throat to break the ice.

" Um...Hello Dawn..." He spoke,his soft British accent being present in his voice,as he was rubbing the back of his neck, trying to cover his slightly reddened cheeks.

" Hey Dante...um..... How's Jessica doing? I saw the new picture of you guys...I guess she's your new girlfriend?.." Dawn asks,a nervous laugh escaping from her mouth.

" Actually....About that...We broke up a few days ago..it turns out she was only using me because she wanted to make her ex boyfriend jealous.. I'll just say it worked..That and she's fake..."

He explained,now gazing at Dawn's Hazel colored eyes, noticing the rather tired look in them.

" I'm...sorry to hear all that.....Will you be alright? That must be a lot for you..." Dawn spoke as she rubbed the back of her neck.

" I'll be alright... I've missed talking to you actually.. Jessica was trying to keep me away from you..but we both know that didn't work out "

He responded with a chuckle before giving the brunette a charming smile,to which he watched her get a little flustered.

" Well...I missed you too..." Dawn responded as her cheeks got a little red from the blonde male flashing his usual charming smile.

" I've been meaning to say this for a while...I kinda realized that I like you...like..like you more than as a friend..I wasn't even sure how to say it since you were away for a few weeks.."

He spoke, leaning against the dark blue colored locker a little bit,still looking at Dawn.

" Well...I like you too....a lot.. I've been too shy to actually admit it... I've even been meaning to tell you but my family was in a rush to get to New York so I never got the chance-" Dawn said before feeling the slightly taller male pulling her in for a hug,and being in his arms,felt comforting to her.

" I love you... I've always had..and I always will.." The blonde male says as he gently held her face with one hand,even gently using his thumb to caress her cheek,to which Dawn immediately felt a smile tugging at her lips.

Both of them never realized how much they needed each other in their lives,as one would say, they're bound to be soulmates,or as another would also say,they were made for each other, and of course,both sayings were true,Dawn and Dante were indeed meant to be together,their love for each other was strong.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one,I plan on making more OC x cannon one shots later on :3

#oc #oc x canon #captain underpants dante #fluff #angst #fanfiction

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littlebatsimagines · 9 months

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The Orphan and the Clown Part 1 (Jerome Valeska x oc)

Masterlist

She sat on the steps of the trailer as she listened to her parents argue inside. The black hair that wasn't covered by her red hood blew in the cool breeze of Keysone City, her piercing green eyes scanning the grounds of the circus as a small sigh escaped her lips. After a bit the arguing died down so she got up and began to walk the grounds. Keeping her head down was always best, it kept her out of trouble and others from looking at her too closely, well it almost always kept her out of trouble but tonight fate wouldn’t be so kind.

The girl ran into someone's chest and fell. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” she said quickly, her voice quiet and childish. “It’s ok…I wasn't watching either. Here let me help you up." A boy said as he took her small hand and helped her up easily. “Oh, thank you. I'm Chance by the way.” she said quietly as she moved her hood so she could look up at the tall boy with red hair and blue eyes. “I’m Jerome, my mom is the snake dancer.” he said offering Chance a small smile. “I know, I see you with the snake sometimes" she said letting her hood fall to reveal her shoulder length black hair. “So if you don’t mind me asking…uh…why are you out here in the cold?” he asked running his fingers through his hair nervously. “Oh..um m-my parents are arguing…again…I don't really know what to do with myself so I just make myself scarce, ya know?” chance said moving her bangs from her glasses. Jerome couldn't help but notice how innocent and doll-like this girl looked. Chance had the appearance that she wouldn't hurt a fly…then again so did he. The ginger shook his head after realizing he had been staring. “Would you like to hang out at my trailer...my mom isn't there so it'll be quiet." he said making a big bright smile grow on her face. “I’d like that, thank you.”

4 years later

“J, you can't keep letting her treat you like this." Chance said as she gently placed an icepack on Jerome's shoulder. “She won’t get away with it forever doll." he said before kissing her gently and putting his forhead to hers as the two sat there in silence. Chance let out a sigh as her mind wondered. The two of them had met four years ago and in that time they became best friends and now lovers, not that anyone turned their attention to them enough to notice. Lyla’s name calling had cause many fights between between the mother and son but Jerome had insisted on keeping Chance close, especially after her parents left without a word one night after a show. Chance looks at Jerome and gently rubbed his check. “Come on, let’s get to bed” he muttered as he pulled her down on to the couch with him.

Chance was shaken awake to see Jerome standing over her with anger and annoyance. “J? What's wrong?” she asked tiredly. “We are going to take care of Lyle." he said as a twisted smile grew on his face and he chuckled darkly.

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A/n: so this is a reupload/edit of one of my first ever works The Orphan and the Clown. This story was originally posted on Wattpad but I figured I'd bring it over here for you guys as well as fix it up and add to it! Hope you all enjoy!!

Much love,

Bats

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