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psa: blog update

Just a small note too say I am planning to update this blog into a multi-muse account in the near future. These are the characters I am currently planning to have here, though this is subject to change. 

Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham)

Eliot Waugh (The Magicians) 

Miles Maitland (Bright Young Things)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Number Five (The Umbrella Academy)

Taako Taaco (The Adventure Zone)

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psa: blog update

Just a small note too say I am planning to update this blog into a multi-muse account in the near future. These are the characters I am currently planning to have here, though this is subject to change. 

Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham)

Eliot Waugh (The Magicians) 

Miles Maitland (Bright Young Things)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Number Five (The Umbrella Academy)

Taako Taaco (The Adventure Zone)

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Hood pulled up “Sick? How you wound me, dear Bruce.” Donning a mask of sadness Jeremiah’s features take on a look not unlike a child feigning sadness to their parents--drooping brows, down-turned lips, wide solemn eyes. “You shouldn’t say such hurtful things, perhaps one day I won’t forgive you. You are well aware I am a man of science and progress, everything I do is necessary.” 

Bruce wishes he could say he’s used to seeing Jeremiah this way. In a way, when he looks at Jeremiah, he’s still searching for his friend. And then he remembers it was all an act. Straightening, the teen narrows his eyes at Jeremiah. How very imposing he’s become, how very much like Thomas. So much so that sometimes, Bruce couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror. 

“You’re sick,” he whispers. 

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   For a long, drawn-out moment, Klaus simply stares, incredulous  —  can’t seem to decide    whether the man’s threat is legitimate or some kind of twisted joke. And, hell, Klaus can    appreciate dark humour, but this is something else, something unsettling. The other’s smile,    his eyes (they’re cold, in a frighteningly familiar way, and his mind throws forth memories    of a similar coldness in another’s, a panicked litany of ReginaldReginaldReginald—),    hold no trace of anything but sharp, lethal intent.

   He steps back, wary, hands raising, the bold lettering of HELLO-GOODBYE flashing at his    palms, discordantly comedic when contrasted with the situation.

          ❝     How about, uh, instead of that, we just chill out, huh? No hard feelings. Could’ve                  been worse, right? Uh, how are  —  how are you doing that, that explosion thing?                  Whatever it is, just… put it down, okay?     ❞

Not unlike a small, frightened animal--the way he retreats, almost appearing to shrink back into himself. At the sight amusement begins to dance upon a savage tongue, stained lips parting with the release of a short yet uncontrollable burst of hysterics. 

“Why? Scared of a little friendly fire?”  He could still hear it, the sound of that sweet sickening laugh, in the back of his head. His brother’s delight at their shared horrors. When has your fire ever been friendly? It hasn’t. 

“Besides,” after regaining control of himself Jeremiah speaks with an air of casual dismissal, “I have nothing to put down.” With an elegant mimicry of Klaus’ actions, he unravels his hands from his sides and twists them from back to palm. No detonator in sign, simply the sheer sickly white of his skin. 

Although...simply to say wasn’t enough. Jeremiah possessed a certain prideful flair and liked to be taken seriously. A deep boom shot through the air around them, accompanied by a short burst of light and flames licking the air just to Klaus’ side. As quickly as it appeared the fire dimmed to smoulders and vanished, the only sign of its presence the discolouring to the ground and the stench of smoke in the air. “You see?” 

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Back straight and head raised, Jeremiah gives just a slight cant of his head to keep her in sight as she circles. “I find most people are far more ordinary than they might think. How am I to know you don’t wear a facade ready to crumble in the face of danger?” Already she fared better than most. After all, who didn’t fear a living bogeyman? 

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝 @truesxnity 

              ♡— ROSY LIPS TWIST, a practical Cheshire smile adorns her porcelain face. ❝That would be mine, sweet face. It’s my definition, however. I never said it was a bad thing, ❞ she replies. Allowing cobalt hues to scan over his features, a chuckle falls from her lips. ❝I did, once…when I was a child, even then..it wasn’t the same as others.. That’s no longer quite a concern given I, myself am far from ordinary.❞ Harley continues, taking a half-circled walk to observe him.

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“Cosmetic -you’re wearing makeup?” Ivy snickered. “I thought only girls wore makeup.” She folded her arms and put on her best serious face. “And I’m not telling you anything about Selina until you tell me why you wanna know.”

Correct though the child was, blood painted lips twisted down in a sneer, frustrated with such tedious and childlike antics. A long deep breath came as slender fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed to the girl for just a moment of peaceful respite. “Perhaps, though I fail to see the significance of my choice of appearance.” A pregnant silence lingered between them as he looked the girl over once more. “If you won’t talk willingly, I have others ways to get information out of you, but I believe you won’t like that.” 

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“You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!”

Something bad, happening in Gotham? Now there’s a surprise you don’t see every day. “And what, pray tell, is this ‘something bad’?” A single coal marked brow arched up in questioning. Jeremiah was not one to so quickly or easily place his trust in others. What reason had he to trust the flightless bird’s claim? Though they had met just a handful of times, he could scarcely recall one which had not ended with them each facing down the barrel of the other’s gun. 

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“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.”

“Something terrible? How specific.” A twisted smile graced Jeremiah’s lips as he took in what was said. The thought brought a spark of amusement really. Ordinarily he himself was the cause of terrible things. To think an unknown would worry for his safety in face of such things. “I think you for you concern, but I can handle myself perfectly fine.” 

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"I didn't know Mistah J had a brother." shining-stxrs (harley)

A friend of Jerome’s || @shining-stxrs

“Mister J? Oh you have got to be joking.” The latter of his words came out as a hushed groan. So ridiculously formal, so like Jerome. Nostrils flared in brief disgust, though Jeremiah was quick to bring himself in check, a false mask of a smile encompassing his features. “No, I don’t suppose he would. You could say Jerome and I...never saw eye to eye.” 

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                                          Elijah Quinn - Harley Quinn Inspired Gotham OC                                                                Written by Kieran

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❝ I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive. ❞

Almost didn’t survive what? A bomb strapped to his neck. Stab wounds to his torso. Countless bullets fired his way. Jeremiah was confident there was nothing he could not weather. Though that did little to settle his mind in his first stirring moments. His mind reeled with uncertainty and questions. As the fog clouding his mind began to clear, the Unknown before him became the centre of his focus. 

Ghostly pale eyes winced painfully as Jeremiah shot up from where he lay, though he made no sound to make known his weakness. Deftly, the scalpel slid from his sleeve and flipped open--an extension of himself pressed to the Unknown’s throat. “Who are you? Where I am? What have you done to me?” The words spat cold and accusatory with venom. With those like Strange lurking in the shadows, nobody was to be trusted--no matter how innocent their appearance. 

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“Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” / ivy

“Perhaps you should learn better than to lurk in the dark if you don’t want to be caught.” Though Jeremiah did not believe in ghosts, he was not so quick to trust the living either. He chose his hideouts for a reason. No matter where he went, they all had one thing in common: their seclusion. Ivy’s interruption had caused a stir to say the least. He lowered the flashlight...just a fraction. “Why are you here?”

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“Get out of my way before I move you myself.” / five

Jeremiah didn’t know if to be insulted or impressed. Such boldness for one so small. Were it directed at anyone other than himself he would daresay have been amused. How unfortunate for the boy that had not been the case. Holding his ground, Jeremiah fingered the blade tucked away in his pocket. “How dauntless of you, but what harm could a child do truly?”

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“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.”

"Believe me, the feeling is entirely mutual.”  Heaving a sigh of exasperation, pale green eyes rolled dramatically in their sockets. Jeremiah was interested in Bruce alone, why need Alfred always be two steps behind? The man had only so many uses in his plots. “Do you have no buttlering to be doing?”

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“Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” ( from ecco if you'd like. )

“Hmm…” Strange. Ecco so scarcely defied him. Pale, almost ghostly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. A pregnant pause spread out between them as Jeremiah marked his page and closed several of the books spread out before him. “How would you have me look at you? Is there something the matter?”