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[littlebatsimagines]

The Orphan and The Clown Part 2 (Jerome Valeska x OC)

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The 18 year old ginger sat at the table in the rec room, his foot continuously tapping as he waited. “Calm down ginger, geez.” Barbra said as she walked by and sat across from him. “She’s been gone 20 minutes, what they took her for only takes 10.” he said as he turned away from Barbra, his foot tapping only stopping for a moment as he spun back to face the door. “Hmm. Didn't think you'd care for anyone.” One of theguards snickered as he walked by, kicking Jerome's foot. The tapping paused only for amoment as he tripped the guard who glared at Jerome as he stood back up. “Watch it boy or she wont be coming back." the guard growled as he confined walking. “So, what's so special about her?” Barbra asked making him quickly turn to her. “What’s it matter to you, huh? Jealous?” Jerome asked with a chuckle and wicked grin spreading across his features. “No just curious.” Barbra said unimpressed. “Well you know what they say..” he started as he fully turned to Barbra and started to inch across the table. “Curiosity killed the cat!” he said as he slammed his hand on the table causing her to jump slightly and him to laugh as he slowly sat back down. “Buuuut if you must know…” he started as he became strangely serious. “She’s been there through it all, the ups, the downs…the crazy coincidences. She's stayed through it all, she helped me hide things,” he started excitedly as he jumped up into a crouch on his chair. “She’s never shied away from me or what I've done…she’s never been afraid of me. She also has the best smile." he said as his wicked smile came back as he remembered her helping him hide thee body of his whore mother that lovely night.

“Hmm, so you need her?” Barbra asked pulling Jerome from his thoughts. “Noooo…not really, but I want her…she’s my partner in crime.” Jerome said his eyes meeting Barbra’s but his eyes held a strange spark. “Her demons don't stop mine, they dance together…not like any of you would get that." he giggled as the doors opened making him whip around and grin as the little doll he was waiting for walked through them.

The small pale girl pushed her glasses up but her bangs kept her green eyes hidden when she kept her head down. Jerome's smile grew as she took her seat next to him, his hand joining hers under the table in a silent greeting making a wide smile spread across her doll-like face. The smile that formed on his face turned sinister as his gaze shifted to Barbra. “She could've gotten away with it ya know. Gordon didn’t suspect her but she came clean… she enjoyed it as much as I did." he said as he stared down Barbra while gently rubbing the back of Chance's hand while she lightly played wit his fingers under the table. Barbra noticed a few things as she watched the two. Chance was quiet, she always stayed near Jerome's side, she always did what he asked, and he always watched her and never let anyone harm her. They were the king and queen of Arkham and god help anyone who disrespected the queen.

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Wired - Jerome Valeska

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Clowning Around - Jerome x OC - Gotham

Summary: Sharlena is an ordinary nursing student living in Gotham. What happens when she encounters the escaped Arkham patients on her usual morning route?

Pairing: Jerome x OC - Gotham

Chapter Four

She was bundled into the back of the van once again. Sitting snugly between Jerome and Robert uncomfortably. The Maniax were busy getting into what seemed to be police uniform for them to notice Sharlena attempting to unbind her wrists. She tried making small and often movements to get her wrists out of the rope bindings, sat opposite though she became aware of Barbara, staring her straight in the eye, watching for any movement she may make. Sharlena couldn’t help but show the anxiety she was feeling.

Everyone in this van was dangerous, all of them skilled killers, though the unknown woman she wasn’t sure of. She looked to Jerome, doing up the zip on his police jacket and examining the hat he was fitting to his head. Out of all of them in this van, she felt the safest in his company. She internally scoffed at herself for even thinking it. He was insane. A killer. Though he was the only one of these people to look at her with concern. Perhaps there was a goodness in him.

‘I wanna hold on to the snack.’ Robert from beside her held her close to him, taking a deep smell of her blonde hair. Every ounce of her recoiled, as she held in a shudder.

‘Of course, Robert, everyone gets to have a turn with our new toy!’ Barbara clapped happily to herself as she spoke. A dark smile flashed in Sharlena’s direction.

Sharlena looked to Jerome, who gave her a backwards glance, something dangerous in his eyes as he did so.

What happened next was a rush. Barbara and Aaron were dropped off and the rest of them hurried to the GCPD department. Robert held fast to Sharlena’s hip, continuing to sniff her hair and neck, she wasn’t sure if he would bite into her, the cannibal he was. Jerome sat opposite them, where Barbara once sat. A dark looks on his face, as he stared intently towards them. Sharlena actually missed Arnold; his constant babbling was a comfort between these two. She still had no idea what had happened to him, they went out and when they came back, he wasn’t with them. she expected the worst. Perhaps one of these two brought it on them.

The van stopped again, Sharlena could hear the bustle of the street outside, the sounds of policemen and phone calls happening in the building beside her. They were here. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, what if she was caught in the crossfire, was this how she was going to die?

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Part Ten

[knoepfl]

Laugh Until It Hurts

Characters:

Reader – Former circus clown, once joyful and full of light, now twisted by Jerome's relentless manipulation.

Jerome Valeska – Gotham’s notorious madman, obsessed with breaking down Reader's innocence to reveal the darkness underneath.

Trigger Warnings:

themes of psychological manipulation

kidnapping

non-consensual experimentation

loss of identity

mental trauma

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You woke up in darkness, the weight of confusion pressing down on your chest as you blinked into the dimness. The room around you felt like a stranger’s nightmare. Bare walls closed in around you, cold and damp, drawing a shiver that clung to your skin, gnawing at your sense of reality.

How long had you been here? Days? Weeks? You couldn’t say. Time had warped into a blur of shadows and insanity. Memories of laughter and light—the circus tent, children’s smiles, the joy you’d once known—felt so distant, they might as well have been someone else’s. You couldn’t even remember what your own smile had looked like.

And he was there, just outside your field of vision. Watching.

“Ahh, my little sunshine is awake!” Jerome’s voice sang through the room, a sickly-sweet tone dripping with mockery. He stepped into the light, his face twisting into a manic grin that stretched his lips wide, a sight that had once belonged to someone familiar but now looked like a mask.

He leaned forward, his sharp green eyes piercing through you as he tilted his head, examining you as if you were some strange insect. “How’s my favorite clown?” His grin widened as he saw you flinch. “Feeling a little dim today, aren’t we?”

You swallowed, trying to ignore the bile rising in your throat. He had always been quiet back at the circus, a boy overshadowed by shadows in his own mind. But you pitied him, tried to offer him comfort, though his gaze always unsettled you. You remembered catching that look a few times back then—too intense, like he was studying you, waiting for something he couldn’t yet name.

But pity had turned into something else entirely the moment he’d dragged you away, chaining you to a world crafted by his sick mind. Jerome had broken down every piece of you, pulling apart your joy and light, tearing through each shred of happiness like it was something he could dissect.

Yet, he wasn’t finished.

“Look at you…” he murmured, leaning close, his breath brushing against your skin. “All that cheer, all that sunshine—gone.” His eyes sparkled with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re a work of art now, my dear. Almost like me.”

“No… not like you,” you mumbled, voice raw and cracked. It felt strange to speak, like trying to remember a song you’d long since forgotten. You barely recognized the sound.

Jerome chuckled, stepping back and watching you with a smirk that made your stomach twist. “You keep saying that,” he mused. “But here you are, right where I want you.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Where *you* belong.”

Your head pounded as memories—real or imagined, you couldn’t tell—flashed through your mind. He’d been relentless, experimenting with your psyche, pushing you to places where darkness crept into the cracks of your mind. He was always watching, waiting for each fracture, every crack in your sanity that brought him closer to his goal.

Some part of you wanted to hate him, to fight back, but the rest of you felt too exhausted, too worn down to remember how.

“Come on,” he said, a dangerous smile spreading over his face. “Let’s see that happy clown of mine. You used to be so good at making people laugh. Let’s show me that beautiful little act.”

You wanted to resist, but some part of you—whatever was left—felt compelled to obey. Your arms lifted, slow and unsteady, as you stretched your mouth into a smile, hollow and fractured. You moved with jerky, exaggerated motions, mimicking the carefree routines you used to perform at the circus, but there was a shadow over it now. Each gesture felt like a distortion of who you’d once been.

And Jerome was delighted.

“There it is!” he crowed, clapping his hands in delight. “The sunshine, the laughter—all twisted up just for me.” His voice was thick with mock adoration, his eyes gleaming with something darker, something possessive. “Oh, I’ve waited so long to see you like this.”

You bit down on your lip, trying to hold back the shudder that threatened to escape. The sting of pain was grounding, a tether to a version of yourself you couldn’t quite let go of. But each day, each twisted performance made it harder to hold on. The old you was slipping, fading into the shadows, a stranger’s memory.

“Jerome…” Your voice was barely a whisper, a ghostly echo of what it used to be. “Why… why are you doing this?”

He cocked his head, feigning confusion, though his grin betrayed his amusement. “Why?” he repeated, chuckling. “Why wouldn’t I? All that joy, that innocence of yours... it was *sickening*. You thought you could pity me, huh? Poor, sad little Jerome?”

His laughter filled the room, loud and unhinged, bouncing off the walls as he leaned closer, his eyes glinting with that wild, uncontrollable energy you’d once thought you understood. “No, sunshine. I didn’t need pity. I needed someone who could see the *truth*.”

You shivered, shrinking back. But even as you tried to retreat, the part of you he’d molded, the piece of you he’d twisted and broken, craved his approval, needed it. That dark, fractured piece felt like it was growing, a sliver of his chaos digging into your mind and taking root.

His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper as he moved closer, his fingers brushing over your face. “But look at you now,” he purred, his voice a poisonous lullaby. “All broken and beautiful… just for me.”

He caught your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him, his face inches from yours. “Say it, sunshine,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Tell me you’re just like me.”

Your heart pounded, each beat a reminder of what you once were. But the words slipped out anyway, a hollow echo. “I’m… just like you.”

Jerome’s grin widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “There’s my little clown,” he murmured, pulling back with a smirk. “Let’s see that smile.”

With a shuddering breath, you forced yourself to smile, the motion twisted and broken, as though you were wearing someone else’s skin. Jerome’s laughter filled the room once more, his applause loud and mocking as he watched you contort yourself into his perfect little masterpiece.

And there, in that fractured grin, you felt it—the crack in your mind widening, the last piece of yourself slipping away, swallowed by the darkness he’d planted inside you. A new laugh bubbled up in your throat, a low, sinister chuckle that was nothing like the one you used to know.

It was his laugh, echoed through your voice, and Jerome looked like he’d won the world.

“See?” he whispered, almost tenderly. “I knew you had it in you.” He leaned close, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured, “And now, you’re mine.”

His words were like a binding spell, sealing away whatever remnants of joy and innocence you’d once had. But as his laughter filled the room and yours joined it, there was a new sense of freedom, twisted and broken but undeniable. The old you had died in his hands, but something darker had taken its place—something that no longer feared the shadows but reveled in them.

And together, you laughed, the sound twisted and haunting, echoing through the darkness as if it could devour the world.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! I wanted to explore a darker, psychological take on Jerome's character and how he could twist the mind of someone who once brought him light. The Reader’s descent into his world represents both a loss of innocence and a transformation that she might not even realize she’s undergone. Jerome’s character is one of manipulation and chaos, so it was interesting to show how he’d "reshape" someone who once pitied him into something that mirrors him. Please feel free to share your thoughts on this twisted journey, and stay safe!

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It would be fun for you to write a long lists of what you love vs what you hate when it comes to Jerome Valeska fanfictions and why you feel that way 🤪

is this ask from last summer? yes. am i only answering it now? also yes. hopefully the asker still follows me.

please remember that these are all just my opinions and it’s totally fine to disagree. a lot of it comes down to the characterisation of Jerome, which I feel a lot of writers oversimplify

let’s start with what I don’t like (cause that’s easier):

one of my biggest frustrations are fics where it’s like “reader is a high school student/nurse at arkham/police officer who is actually super insane except shows no sign of that at all ever”. can they be done well? sure. but I rarely see it. one fic that I read years ago had the reader as one of the cheerleaders on the bus in s2ep2 and she hands Jerome a lighter because… why? never really clear. in general, the ordinary person who is actually the perfect type of insane for Jerome to be interested in as opposed to just killing is rarely done right for me

I hate when Jerome in a fic is poorly characterised. by that, I mean just behaving sporadically in a “the writer doesn’t know what they’re doing way” as opposed to “he’s insane”. it’s a difficult line to walk

now, don’t get me wrong. i like a lil smut. well written smut. but it’s difficult to write Jerome smut well. a very core element of his character, established very early, is the fact that his mother’s sexual activity defos traumatised him and was key in pushing him over the edge. a Jerome who’s just banging left right and centre isn’t a Jerome that’s in character for me

now onto the likes (a lot of which are just the inverses of the dislikes):

the best thing a writer can do (for me) is have a clear idea of who Jerome is in their mind and in their fic. like I said above, there are lots of different ways to portray Jerome, and it’s not my place to tell people what’s right or wrong. I’d much rather read a consistent Jerome that isn’t how I imagine him than a wibbly wobbly noncommittal Jerome

in a similar vein, fics where Jerome is actually a bad person who does bad things. commit crime! relish in people’s suffering! but do them in interesting ways.

I love a fic where we get of vulnerable Jerome. not every fic needs this, but depending on the context i really enjoy getting to see writers interpretations of what that looks like, especially given that we don’t get any of it in the show really

again, these are all just my own thoughts. there’s a lot of nuance and a lot of fics out there. stuff I used to love I hate now, and stuff I once hated… I usually still hate tbh. read the fics you love and write the fics that make you happy

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Spark | Quinn Hughes x Reader/OC

Summary: after a terrible breakup between Quinn and Kaliea, she finds a bf, Tatum. After hate comments towards the relationship between Tatum and K, she ends up looking for her old sweet love.

Warnings: none ;)

a/n: Ik some people don’t like y/n, and some don’t like oc’s but boohoo, I love the name Kaliea (kuh-lee-a) so that’s who you are reading as 😜

📚💬:

KALIEA=YOU

Tatum= new bf

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kaliea.may7 wtv city ur in, you’re still the boy that I’ll pick 😉

photo creds: tat’s sister (kelly)

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jhugh🔵 um, cute ig…

↪️reply to jhugh kaliea.may7🔵 yk it🥳

bboeser🔵 someone looks a lil diff..

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↪️reply to bboeser kaliea.may7🔵 Ik right. Tatum looks so burnt from the sun 🙄

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tatumishim.com ur still the girl that I’ll pick in line over, like thirty hot guys 😉

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kaliea.may7🔵 love ya

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~flashback~

For three years, Quinn and Kaliea (you) were in a very strong relationship. You felt safe and comfortable with whatever you did with Quinn. His compressed hugs that cut off your air supply, made you feel loved. Loved differently than anyone else.

After a soft launch onto the internet, shortly after, Quinn’s fan girls started to hate on Kaliea. The relationship lasted longer than expected but they got hate comments every post they shared. It didn’t hurt until…

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_quinnhughes Happy three years 🪐💗

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kaliea.may7🔵 lucky me 🪐💗

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↪️reply to kaliea.may7 _quinnhughes🔵 take me to rome next time.

hater.1 that should be me. Quinn can lwk do better than that…

hater.2 umm… babe?

↪️reply to hater.2 hater.3 literally. Bc since when? I’m sm prettier than whoever she is.

hater.4 she’s so ugly.

↪️reply to hater.4 kalieaxqh43 umm okay but your acc is private so you really can’t be talking. Start posting and we can start comparing.

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Yeah, the comments started to really burn. “Quinn. I can’t. Not anymore. We either stop being public or…”

“Woah. Woah? That’s not fair. You’re letting them win! K! You can’t!” Quinn whines out. He fights the thought of losing you.

“Three years. Kaliea. Three fucking years. I love you, you love me. Why does it matter what they think?” Quinn fusses.

“It hurts Quinn! They aren’t hating on you, are they? My fans support us! Your comments just hurt. Like this one. ‘She’s so ugly. He can do sm better even if it’s not me.’ Like seriously?” I cry out after reading off of several comments and tweets.

“That’s why you aren’t supposed to look at the comments!?” He toughened up. He looked down into my eyes.

My head starts to pound, I can hear my heartbeat in my ear, my foot starts to cramp from standing on it. Quinn and I sit in our kitchen. We fight over the situation.

~ end of flashback~

“So. Kaliea, you’re a worldwide treasure of a model AND actress. So how do you do it? Do you have a steady home back in LA? I mean you’re always on the go I suppose you just stay in airbnbs.” A reporter asked me. I’m walking into a hotel by myself. My bodyguard- Thomas shoved the reporter away and I walk ontop of the stairs taht lead into the hotel.

“Yes. I have a home. A beautiful one. Located in Vancouver. I mean currently in Vancouver, but we’ll see what happens. Especially because I am really always on the go. And Tatum and I just came back from holiday in Rome.” I wink and turn on my heel to walk into the glass doors that shut the paparazzi and my personal world.

“We might find a place in Rome!” I mouth back at the reporter. I wink and head up to my room.

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kaliea.may7 fav place ever! rome treated me well. Till next time 🫶

tatumishim.com hottie 😍

↪️reply to tatumishim.com qhughesloveskkmay Quinn would never 💀 👎

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q43xkk7 I hope she never brings Tatum to rome.

↪️reply to q43xkk7 kalxhughshipper wait. Why?

↪️reply to kalxhughshipper q43xkk7 so basically Rome is K’s fav place on earth and she brought Q there and that’s when they first launched their relationship. Just saying, If she brought Tat there. It means that she really is locked in on their relationship. (She thinks it’s gonna last longggg)

↪️ reply to q43xkk7 huggyandkkmay7_43 yeah AND imagine if you brought your current bf to YOUR place. Like the place you brought the ACTUAL love of ur life to, and imagine he had also been to that same beach that current bf is laughing and teasing you at

↪️ reply to q43xkk7 newsofkkmay777 💀 check the new spotting of kali. She said that her and tat just got back from a holiday in rome. 😪 how you holding up? I’m not well that’s for sure.

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hughseyxkkmay4life they (q and k) literally give off ALL of Taylor Swifts RED album.

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kkmayismommy43.7 tatum is literally a nobody. idk what happened between Quinn and her, but we miss them. I swear if they broke up bc of the hate she was getting… ITS ON SIGHT‼️

↪️ reply to kkmayismommy43.7 officialsupportkalieamay7🔵 yeah I agree, BUT isn’t this the same thing as hating on Kk when she was with Quinn but with Tatum instead? Kk became a model, and an actress, as she came from a “nobody.” It’s the fact ur saying the same sh!t people used to say abt kk when she was with Quinn, abt tatum. Grow up. It’s not your relationship. So stay out of it 🤗

↪️reply to officialsupportofkalieamay7 km7xqh43 DAYUM 🍛🧆🍽️ YOU NEED FOURTHS? YOU ATE UPP!! YOU STILL HUNGRY?! ITS THE FACT THIS CAME FROM THE OFFICIAL SUPPRORT ACC😭

~flashback~

“Quinn.” You sigh. You know what needs to be done.

“No. Kk. No. Kali, please. What if I find a random girl and she’s only here to cover our relationship.” Quinn suggested.

“No. Q. It’s not worth it. And if I’m with you, I rather be public. Let’s take a break for now. Okay?” Tears fall out of your eyes.

“Kaliea.” Quinn cries. Tears fall out if his eyes aswell.

“We can make it work!” Quinn begs. “No. Your right. Hockey, I need to-I need to focus.” Quinn comes to a realization and let me go. He gave me one last hug and kiss.

Your eyes start to burn. You feel the wierd numbness in your legs when you cry so hard that you can’t move anymore.

“I should go.” You walk to what used to be your room that you shared with Quinn for more than two years.

You packed everything. Your car was filled. You didn’t know where to drive. You couldn’t drive to New Jersey. I mean wierd, driving to your ex’s brother’s house after a breakup is weird. But Luke is your bestfriend, and of course so is Jack. Quinn was the ultimate bestfriend. Or what felt like it.

~end of flashback~

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Keepingupwith.kmaygrace KMG spotted in Rome on a date 👀 guessing it’s Tat?! Opinion: Kaliea May Grace is such an iconic name.

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INSIDER NEWS ⚠️ it’s been confirmed that Tatum Hayden, Kaliea’s new boyfriend is flying back to Las Angels, “only for a week.” Says Hayden.

“Currently, KK is working on a a very important job. I can’t intrude with a passion. She (Kaliea May-Grace Ryland) is an excellent actress and a beautiful model. She is also picking up new jobs on the way back come from Rome.” Tatum Hayden gives us an inside scoop itinerary of our girl.

↪️re-tweet loverofhughseyandkk omg. Tat calls Kaliea “kk, kal, Kali, k, kg, and Kali G.” I miss Quinn🥲

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~falshback~

“Kaliea. Just stay. Stay for a night and we’ll figure it out. I can’t just let you go into the unknown. You’ll get lost if you just start driving on random roads that lead to random states.” Quinn leans into my car. He stands on the other side of my car door. The window rolled down,letting me be able to feel his body warmth one last time.

“Don’t.” I mumble. I roll my window up, shutting him out. I can hear him yelling at me through the window. I reverse out of the driveway. My home becomes distant. Leaving this safe neighborhood for the last time, is also leaving Quinn.

~end of flashback~

“I can’t anymore Kaliea. It’s always about Quinn.” Tatum fusses.

“I know how you feel. I was there once. I was a nobody when I was with Quinn. Just let the people talk, they don’t know you.” I reassured him. Obviously I felt that I neeed to leave. I know Tatum feels that way too.

“Kaliea. I just can’t.”

Against, Tatum is in LA.

“Are we gonna seriously do this over phone?” I laugh. I hold back my tears.

“yes. I’m done. WE are done. Kaliea I’m breaking up with you.” He hangs up. Instantly my eyes let my tears go. I feel this weird numb and stabbing pain in my stomach.

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hughesxryland is she crying fr? Or is it a scene in her new movie?

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After Tatum broke up with Kaliea, the word had spread.

“So is life easier? How does it feel to be single again?” Reporter Johnson had asked.

“Who said I was single? It’s been a month since the breakup. I was a mess, o had someone to lean on. And I fell in love. Again.” I laughed, and I look into the crowd.

“kaliea! Kaliea!” The fans all shout in order for me to notice them.

I lock eyes with Quinn as I scan the crowd. I wink and the interview was over. I walk up to Quinn.

“It’s time.”

And we walked back to Quinn’s car together. Allowing the paparazzi and fans to see us, especially because Quinn was very handsy.

“Kaliea Ryland and Quinn Hughes back together!” Headings over all news outlets. All socials have influencers talking about their theories on your relationship with Quinn.

“I just know they love eachother.”

“They have a spark that no one else can connect.”

“If they breakup again, o don’t believe in love.”

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Got a Ship from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a friendship from The UnTitledverse and a wedding from Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. After this, I should be all caught up in what I've missed, and then I can make my new Pinned Intro Post. Anyway, you can find the stuff and templates below the cut:

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Note from Tarot:

The is a WIP. It will be more mature, more explicit and more angsty than the film but I am planning to keep everything fairly within the continuity of the film. Our beloved Willie will be portrayed as accurately to being in character as possible. This is 18+, minors DNI/DNR.

Brief Starting Summary:

Willie has come back into town because Emma has returned to their hometown of Taft, PA. He is faced with connecting with another old friend first, Jules, Joey's twin sister.

Jules has been in love with Willie for as long as she can remember. But Willie's love for Emma has always stopped Jules from telling him her true feelings.

Will Jules finally admit to her feelings and completely derail Willie's plans to tell Emma everything? Or will Willie finally start to see what was right in front of him the whole time? How long will Jules be stubborn and how long will Willie be dense, clueless and confused?

Read to find out.

Warnings/Tags:

Angst. N S F W. Self - Harm. Original Character Self - Unaliving (later on in the fic). Swearing. Pining. Unrequited Love. Slow Burn. Slow Build. Mental Health Issues. Emotional Health Issues. Dated Mental Health Terms (to fit in the with time period we are in). Ableism. Possible Political Climate at the Time (Gay Rights, BIPOC Rights).

Chapter One: Don't You (Forget About Me)

Chapter Two: No One Hurts Me Like I Hurt Myself

Chapter Three: Bitter Sweet Symphony

Chapter Four: The Promise

Chapter Five: TBD

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Finally...

Jerome x Carla requests, most of which I received a few months ago. Hopefully the person/people who sent these requests will see this

Why didn't I do all this before? Because I had an art block for the first art, and it would be strange to skip this request and execute others. I also had a busy schedule, especially in June, July, and October. I am very sorry about such a big gap.

Request 1

Let me remind you what the previous post looked like:

Request 2

Request 3

Request 4

I decided to give them an image other than BRev (or rather, I just gave Jerome normal eyes)

Bonus

The sketch with the upset Carla looked like this.

[littlebatsimagines]

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

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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

[wiildthiing]

So I’m here now. Have some ocxcanon :3

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Clowning Around - Jerome x OC - Gotham

Summary: Sharlena is an ordinary nursing student living in Gotham. What happens when she encounters the escaped Arkham patients on her usual morning route?

Pairing: Jerome x OC - Gotham

Chapter Three

Sharlena lay silently on the mattress, staring up at the discoloured tiles on the ceiling above. They would be announcing her to Gotham today. Telling the city that she was their hostage. They now called themselves The Maniax.

It had been hours since they had brought her here. Aaron was still playing absently with her hair beside her, he was a dominating presence, she was afraid to move even an inch to anger him. She could tell who was in charge though. Jerome.

There seemed to be a constant power battle between Jerome, Arnold, and Robert. The latter stared at her constantly, grinning manically and salivating as if he could serve her to them on a plate. He must be the cannibal.

Arnold absently spoke for most of the time, filling the silence but frustrating the other men. Jerome himself was pacing up and down the flat, giving her fleeting glances, a curious look on his features.

‘Why don’t we just get on with it, we don’t need their permission to do something reckless!’ Robert spoke out against Jerome; their tension seemed the most hostile.

‘Alas we have our orders; we can’t do anything without the theatrics we need!’ Jerome was very animated in the way he spoke, using his arm gestures and manic smile to dominate any conversation.

There was a growing anger between the men, a growing impatience. A knock at the door broke the tension. A growing hope in Sharlena as she thought to be saved.

The door opened and in came two beautiful women. She recognised Barbara Kean as one of the escapees of Arkham Asylum, but the dark-haired woman was a mystery to her.

‘Time to go guys, we don’t have all day.’ The unknown woman stood at the door, a bored expression, disgust lacing her features as she looked between them all.

Barbara had crossed the room towards her, a quizzical look on her face. Aaron had sat her up, standing now behind Barbara, gaining an affectionate touch from the blonde woman.

Sharlena looked at Barbara in the eye, flicking between her and Jerome, who was stood behind her, a possessive looks on his face as he gazed back at her.

‘You got yourselves a cute one!’ Barbara crouched down to her, gripping her chin roughly as she came close to her. ‘Were going to have some fun with you.’ She laughed as she spoke. Sharlena felt the panic creep into her chest, looking back to Jerome with a frightened look in her eyes.

Jerome looked between her and Barbara quizzically, an almost concerned look on his face before grasping one of Sharlena’s arms and pulling her to her feet. Barbara looked to him with an almost angry expression at the disturbance. Jerome flashed her one of his manic smiles before coming close to Sharlena’s face.

‘Time for the show blondie.’ He gave her another manic smile, a softer one before pulling her towards the door and back to the van.

[ohmy-zabrak]

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Part Seven

[artandallthingsarty]

Hello everyone both new and old people!

My name is Gabs! And I’ve decided to start a “tumblr” account to well, post things.

Be it some art (obviously) or to post and reblog some of my students or co-workers things. As well as my beloved younger brother and younger sister(s) stuff.

As you can tell from the short description I wrote I am the music and arts teacher for Jerome Horowitz! My younger brother some of you might know for his comic books, I’ve seen they’ve grown quite a following.

My younger brother is Harold! I know crazy right?

We do kind of look similar I suppose.

Anyways,

I don’t have many rules on here other than be nice and respectful (no weird stuff of course), but if you’re curious or have any questions feel free to ask me!

Weather or not it’s any questions about me or maybe my brother and sisters!

Anywho sorry for the long introduction and welcome to my blog!