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 How come it’s always ‘stop making people run, Jerome’, but never ‘thank you for encouraging the public to have their daily dose of excercise Jerome’ ? 

     Problematic...

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mmhello I live and I have missed this manchild :/

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 Option numero tres —

                     (( drumroll,  please ))

                                       This dummy thicc a$$    :D

❝ Riddle me this! What is heavier? A kilogram of steel or a kilogram of feathers? ❞ 

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 He is looking disrespectfully @ you —

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@gothamnetwork‘s october event: jerome valeska

Jerome and his acts

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 Have you ever heard the sound of a 42 pound canon ball breaking through the GCPD’s window? 

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 Ultimate Valeyne aesthetic is Bruce tryina stop clownman from blowing up an elderly home and save a dozen grannies but then after he’s beaten him within an inch of consciousness Jerome sits up and with genuine hurt in his tone goes “ … You broke my nose. :/ ”

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 In case my absence has not made this obvious, I am currently not feeling the muse very much. However, I’m not leaving the blog because I might sometimes get a spark of inspiration and do a reply or two. Consider this a semi-hiatus for Jerome.

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at your wifes house rn😏 she hitting me with a broom

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Questions for the muse.

Tagged by: @alxnetxgether​ ( ty!! ^^ )

Tagging: @cvrsdordr​ , @feltcalling​ , @babydxhl​ , @gemsandpocketwatches​ , @spookysmuses​ , @seonis​ & whoever sees this and wants to do it ;3

Question: Are you named after anyone?

He appears contemplative. “ Now that you mention it, I think I remember some distant Uncle ‘Rome— had a lot in common, ginger, great cook... —no, wait, that’s Uncle Zach... ”

Question: When was the last time you cried?

“ When was the last time it rained? ” Smirk.

Question: Do you have any kids?  

“ Mmm... ” He purrs, lip twitching as if in distaste. “ That’s- yes. No. ” He swats the interviewer away. “ It’s complicated! ”

Question: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“ Me? Nah... ” You get a sense he’s being sarcastic.

Question: What’s the first thing you notice about people?

A piercing stare travels down to the interviewer’s chest, then he tip-toes slightly as if to peer behind them. “ ...the eyes... ‘Ya kno’, mirror of the soul an’ all that jibber-jabber. ”

Question: What’s your eye color?

“ I like to call it; flytrap green. ” He smirks, smugly.

Question: Scary movie or happy ending?

An ominous cackle. “ Well if ‘ya ask me, scary movies uuuusually have a happy ending~ ”

Question: Where were you born?

“ Kansas City. ” He sighs, joining hands atop his chest with exaggerated elation at the reminiscence. “ Ah, I’ll never forget the stench of barbecue an’ gas. For a city that big, lemme tell ‘ya, they sure have really good traffic management. And, trust me, ‘ya need a car ‘cause your chances gettin’ mugged out there are pretty high... I guess you can say I was like a little Dorothy of sorts, ‘cept I always identified more with the tornado... ”

Question: Do you have any pets?

“ Oh, a whole cult of them, yes! ”

Question: What sports do you play?

“ Eh, never been much of a team sports player but, uh, I do enjoy a bit of running. ” Pause. “ Mostly from the cops. ”

Question: How tall are you?

“ Taller than you, that’s for sure. Pth-heeh! ”

Question: Dream job?

“ Oh! ” He exclaims, hand swaying left & right over his words. “ -you kno’, to be famous, have money, lots’a girls...that kinda stuff. ”

Question: Favorite subject at school?

“ Well, I may not look it but I really, really, really like arts & crafts. All those...colors and paper, and you could grab as many crayons as ‘ya could get and just... be free, ‘yakno’? Free t’a leave your mark on the walls- ” A dreamy sigh, then he abruptly snaps back to reality with humorous intent. “ ... Actually, scratch that, I totally look it. ”

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# I am nothing like my brother. 

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Send “shuffle” for a starter where our muses are playing cards.

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Annoyed/Frustrated Sentence Starters

"This is getting ridiculous."

"'Bleh bleh bleh, I'm very important, do what I tell you'. Bitch."

"If you're so good why don't you do it?"

"Stop. Just, fucking stop."

"What did I just tell you?"

"Do you even listen to me?!"

"What the hell did you even do?"

"A monkey could've done a better job."

"Are you done giving me lip?"

"Why." Slam! "Won't." Slam! "You." Slam! "WORK!"

"Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger."

"I gave you one, ONE, job."

"Oh for fucks' sake!"

"Did you even follow the instructions?!"

"I followed the damn instructions!"

"What did you do now?"

"Wonderful. Just great."

"Shall I snap my own neck now or later?"

"You. Are completely useless."

"I can't get it to fucking work!"

"I've tried everything and still!"

"You said you had my back, but as SOON as I have it turned, you've fucked off to who knows where!"

"This? This is shit. Utter nonsense."

"You said you could handle it!"

"I'm THIS close to cutting you loose."

"Why do I even keep you around if you only just disappoint me?"

"A corpse would be better use than you at this rate."

"You said this'd be easy!"

"I told you I couldn't do it!"

😡+ add your own!

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· AT THE MENTION OF DESSERT, a gleam sparked in Jerome’s left eye and his mangled face lit up. Some purr resonated from his rattling throat, hands resting folded atop his tailbone.

·“ You don’t say... ” His voice was but a murmur. And yet, despite the hushed tone, it somehow managed to convey all the malicious intent behind it. The jester cackled, abruptly swinging a hand to her shoulder and clamping down on it hard. It had his cohort gasp in unison. And Jerome relished in holding them at the edge of their seat.

“ Welp, you’re in lucky, missy! I— ” A glove came to rest atop his heaving chest then, head tilting. That wide mouth resembled a smiling wolf more than ever now, with his yellowed teeth catching the dim, buzzing diner lights. “ Happen t’a have a sweet tooth. And I want you... to help with it! ” Momentary pause, for suspense. He only offered her a brief second to register the words before shoving her back towards the kitchen.

“ Bake a cake. ” He hissed, lip twitching in a volatile shift of mood. “ Like your l—ife depends on it. ” The way Jerome rolled the words around his mouth & growled them, one could swear he was salivating like some predatory animal. It was a sound so deep and primal, that he did not need complete the rest of that sentence. The message would get across just fine.

· His stiff, hunched posture bent upright the next second, however, as he added a humorous; “ I could go for somethin’ strawberry-ish. And don’t go easy on the frostin’! ” With that, gloved fingers twitched in blowing her a kiss while his magenta haired sidekick took over pushing Comfort towards the back. She would accompany and stand guard, but let the waitress lead the way.

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· THE POKE ELICITS A low grunt and Jerome is quick to reciprocate with a pinch to his brother’s arm. Though playful, it is, as per usual, much too vengeful a response, seeing as he doesn’t settle for simply pinching but twists the skin as well. When Jeremiah backs off, the eldest twin sits up with a victorious chuckle & obnoxious grin plastered on his freckled mien.

· He doesn’t waste time. Green eyes watch the shadows shift around his brother’s form, stalking his movements quietly. In the meantime, Jerome reaches under the pillow and unearths the apple of discord. Fingers delicately pinch the edge and he drags it closer, carefully tucking it under the elastic rim of his pajama pants and covering it up with his baggy white t-shirt.

·Fortunately his brother’s antics give him an outlet for a cocky giggling fit. He takes the paper, skims over it with a humorous hum and finally shrugs, scooting aside to give his brother way into searching the rest of the bed.

·“ Hey, how do I kno’ this signature ain’t forged, huh? ” He muses, still regarding the supposed warrant with a finger to his lips. A convenient excuse to slide off the bed and shuffle towards the nearest light source to ‘inspect it’, passing the notebook right under his brother’s nose in the meantime...

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Local clown mun, reporting for threads;

HERE is my thread tracker. I owe 16 listed replies along with one for @scribblcd​  and possibly @muchmorethanmuses​ which I had forgot to list ( but ofc never overall forgotten about ;3 )

Because a lot of these threads are old and some of these blogs are no longer around even, I’m gonna go ahead and delete every thread I’m owed unless I receive a notice from the mun. So, if you owe me a reply to something please go ahead and tell me.

I’m going  to clean out the inbox today, keeping only asks for which I have really high muse for and unfortunately deleting the rest to start clean.

Other than that I’m pretty sure I must have missed some things so please notify me if I’ve kept you waiting?

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