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...Damian Wayne - Robin

The letters sprawled across her screen, a list of nine names and mantles and she read them one more time, a whirlwind of emotions making her stomach flop.

Jade knew something now, something terrifying and powerful and now she had to keep it a secret.

But she couldn't, because you can't keep secrets, no one ever could, not from them. They would know, and they would find her, and she would die because she was just a little too nosey and a little too skilled. There's no way to contain knowledge like that unless you end it.

Curiosity killed th' cat.

Her fingers scrabbled against the keys, now trying frantically to find the delete button. Erase it, wipe the slate clean, forget it, and she could have her chance at life back.

Maybe?

But erased files weren't even hard to restore, it wouldn't stop them and it couldn't protect her and she was already a dead woman walking who'd fought too hard for her life.

They're gonna kill me.

She felt her fingers grow numb. No. No.

But... Woul' it really be tha' bad?

The Bats were practical, not brutal, not ruthless, not cruel. Practical. It probably wouldn't hurt, and she'd see her parents again, and she wouldn't have to fight so hard to stay alive. She'd've lost the fight but won in a different way.

I... I don' wanna die.

Maybe she wanted to in a strange, twisted way, to give up, to see if her parents still wanted her in whatever heaven was real. But she did not want to die.

She felt cold suddenly, frigid and numb and her thoughts wouldn't stop swirling and she couldn't do anything but let tears start to plink down. But no, she didn't cry, she didn't panic, she didn't.... She ran, she hid, she lied (liar, thief, coward, survivor), and none of this would hold up when they found her because they would, and they'd find her no matter where she hid, and she would die despite her fighting.

Her footsteps were heavy as she plodded over to a corner, the little space near the door with spiders that helped get rid of bugs, and she threw herself down to try and get the reigns back on everything because she was stubborn to the last and she would try to at least die with a clear head.

There was a Bible sitting on the couch, well-worn and well-loved. It was her mother's, and then it was hers, far sooner than it should've been.

She hadn't touched it in years, except for yesterday, when she picked it up and turned some pages again for the first time in a full year. She wondered if Jesus had welcomed her parents, and if He had room for her yet, and if He would forgive her for ignoring Him (and pushing Him away).

Tears started to fall and she started shaking. She was stubborn, fierce, strong, a survivor. A survivor about to die.

She didn't hear the tap at the door, or register the door opening, or wonder who it was because she was the only one who lived there and she'd only let one other person in.

She panicked when she saw the mask, red and lifeless and meaning death.

Hood.

This felt like one of joker's twisted puns, that he would be the one to kill her, the one who taught her and watched her back and bound her wounds and taught her how to hide and live and survive, the one who loved her mother's tea recipe and liked the same books, who she'd slowly started to mark in her mind as 'brother'.

He didn't seem to see her.

"J?"

His voice was shockingly soft, and the helmet's modulator was off.

She pressed tighter into herself. Lucky. She was lucky that the lights stopped working, lucky that she'd worn dark colors, lucky that she had dark eyes and hair. Dark child, she mused. Dark survivor.

Quiet swears came from by her desk.

She snapped out of thought and a sharp breath of air escaped her lips. He was looking at the computer, scanning the page of everything she knew, and she couldn't even tell what he was thinking because of that stupid mask.

Something forced it's way out of her chest in the form of a hysterical sob and she wished she could rewind time because maybe he would've left, maybe he'd decide she'd already run and go to chase her, but not now he wouldn't. He turned around and looked straight at her.

"Jade?"

Okay. She was about to die. She was about to see her mom again and probably get a scolding for the times she lied and stole and swore.

Okay.

But he crouched in front of her, slowly and carefully.

She shrank away from the helmet's blank stare with a half-accidental hiss, balling her hands into calloused fists and feeling cold swell in the general vicinity of her chest that made it hard to breathe.

What're y' waitin' for?

"If y' gonna kill m' do it now."

Now it was her speaking, hissing the words at him through tears and a twisted face. Maybe they were cruel, cruel for dragging it out like this and making her wonder if maybe he wouldn't.

"'re you afraid of me?"

His voice sounded strange, strange in a way that meant sadness and confusion. What?

"...How can I not be?"

Now she saw pale blue eyes widen under the mask. His hands twitched and rose slowly, oh god, probably reaching for a gun, he was actually gonna kill her-

But there was a quiet hiss and the mask came off, showing a kind and... sad... face, with a "J" branded on one cheek in cold joker script (ohmygod tha's an actual frickin' brand) and a pale scar across the bridge of his nose. There was a streak of white in his black hair that made his pale-blue eyes look lighter too, so she focused on that instead of the brand to avoid feeling sick.

"I'm not here to kill you, J."

He murmured. Jade blinked a few times in the dim light. He wasn't a liar, he wasn't... if he was going to kill her he would be honest about it or already have. Brother was like that.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

Brother.

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How fucked up would it be if I made the cult eat dragons….

I wish to give you an opportunity to ramble about ur ocs now :3

I wanna hear about all of them pleaseeee

YIPPEE I will say some of these are way more fleshed out than others. It’s cause I obsess over each character at a time and I haven’t obsessed over all of them yet

#gremlin rambles #grem asks #Oc #Ruby #Kaiden #Amber #Vulcan #Selene #Grace #Kallisto #oc lore post

My latest oc, Somnis, is for my new favorite anime, Gachiakuta !! Fie is technically from the Sphere, however fire isn't really aware of that. Their mother was thrown into the pit and took Somnis with her when they were about 4 or so!! (Talk about yeetus the fetus lmao)

Somnis uses he/they/fie pronouns and is 17 years old. Fie really wants to romance Jabber(& maybe zanka, who knows), and keeps giving him toxic plants as a courting gift because fie know he loves toxic things.

He likes to garden both plants and fungi, specifically toxic kinds. He really likes to study them too!! Him gardening is also how he learned about his vital instruments abilities.

And their vital instrument is a ring wrapped around their neck, which has been in their family for about two-three generations? When activated it causes a 'Ring of Confusion' where in a certain radius around them, it makes people feel kinda confused/disoriented as well as cause hallucinations at times >:3

Somnis learned how to use it when some peeps were trying to steal fire gardening supplies, and so fie had to defend fireself.

Somnis has an intense fear of spiders after almost dying by a spider bite. This has led them to run away multiple times... they hope to get over their fear at some point.

Fie looks up to Zanka, admiring his skills with his Lovely Assistaff. One day they want to be strong like him too, but they doubt they ever will.

Somnis carries around a scythe, because besides gardening poisons and mushrooms, he does harvest other things like wheat and such. That and he learned that its a good tactic to get people off of their back.

They also tend to like/care about people through association. Somnis likes Jabber, Jabber likes Zanka, Zanka is related to Goka, therefore fie likes them both as well. This extends to other people too, but its more easy to see the dynamic like that!

More to be added eventually !!

Flowers in their arms are Jimsonweed and poppies :3 (i was struggling to draw last night lmao)

Taglist: @iemonboyy @oh-mycherrymoon @tabetha72 @ashyd-shy @jabber-wonger-official @averagehighness @stoic-nijiku

#gachiakuta original character #gachiakuta oc #gachiakuta #oc lore post #oc lore #traditional art

Tim + [REDACTED]

(Tim angst bc he misses everyone he lost, Tim is a girl dad, Tim is a single dad, + oc lore )

Jamison's mother doesn't remember her. Doesn't even remember she and Tim were ever together.

They'd gotten married way too young. But really, when your first example of intimate affection comes from a college girlfriend, what would you think? When his own parents didn't show much affection towards him or one another, why wouldn't he latch onto the first proof he had that he was worth affection at all? Especially when his friends seemed happy for them. The two that he had, anyway.

Then they had Jamison. Still too young. But all babies do is eat, sleep, and use up diapers, how hard would it be? (Much more difficult than he thought, but Tim was used to sleep deprivation.)

But then... well, the plot started happening. He panicked. They separated. They lived apart. Sometimes Jamison went between their homes and sometimes she stayed with his parents. They were better at being her grandparents than they'd been being his parents.

Then one day, [REDACTED] never showed up. And Tim forgot he was expecting her. The plot was happening.

By the time the plot was over, she'd reappeared, and he remembered. But Jamison was four by then. She didn't remember [REDACTED], it had been too long. Jamison was lucky like that, because [REDACTED] didn't even recognize her.

"She looks exactly like you!" Liar, Tim thought. She only has my nose. Her face is yours and her eyes are your mother's. God knows where she got that hair.

He couldn't prove it; any documents had been lost when Alex set their fucking house on fire, along with every sticker his toddler had put on the walls and all his instruments and every photo and everything he still had of [REDACTED].

The insurance company couldn't know how valuable all of it actually was to him. The only thing they accurately appraised was Jamison's tricycle on the porch.

He couldn't force [REDACTED] to remember. It would hurt to try, and he thought it might kill him if he failed. So, he had a plan.

If she remembers, we stay. If she doesn't, we're moving. And never returning to the Deep South again.

They moved to Colorado that very week. It's not like they had many possessions to pack. With the fire and all.

And it's not like they had many people left. There was nothing left there. Not even his first friend. Not even his second. There was no Brian. No Jay. No house. No job. [REDACTED], with no memories, was just not enough. She wouldn't even notice.

Besides, he couldn't stand the thought of staying anywhere close to Rosswood Park for another minute if he didn't have to.

Maybe if they were lucky, that thing would stay in Rosswood. He'd never have to see it again.

(They were not that lucky)

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NEW ROBERT LORE POST!!!! It’s here! The TL;DR for this is that he’s a traumatized loser baby who used to be a street racer/junkie but has since become a line cook and has gotten his life together.

It’s heavy because i loooooove putting him through my mental meat grinder :) so some things might feel excessive loool. Includes mentions of psychosis, child abuse, grooming, and CSA. among other things, like a brief mention of suicide. Proceed with caution. I don’t go into detail but i also don’t censor words :D

Hopefully yall like it!!!......................... it's split into two parts because the original is too long to post lol. sorry. check the link at the bottom for part 2!

(this section is a WIP and might get changed in the future, but this is how it is now :D) Anyways, his mom develops lung cancer. The smoking got to her. Being a somewhat spontaneous and impulsive woman, already likely bored of family life, she packs up to leave. Robert never gets to know why, mostly learning of the series of events through John’s biased eyes. He never knows about her cancer diagnosis because John never did either. She serves John with divorce papers and leaves with zero custody of Robert. She left the country to Paris or something, where she might be dead, might be alive. Who knows? Robert doesn’t. Her departure tears John to shreds. He already had something of an unhealthy attachment to her, and she was his place to go when he needed support. She was practically his best friend; she helped him beat an addiction and had been his partner in crime for years. The distress triggers a psychotic episode, brought on by a previously dormant (and likely genetic) schizoaffective disorder. John also relapses into alcoholism without the support of his wife. He becomes wildly aggressive and unpredictable for days or weeks at a time, then disappears, reappears after a time, and the cycle starts over. Robert barely gets money to support himself through crummy minimum wage jobs. He’s around 15-16 now. During this time, Robert sustains multiple physical injuries. John’s unstable, irregular, and drunk state would cause him to become threatened by, and attack, Robert on numerous occasions. This is where a large amount of Rob’s scars come from, because John had access to small knives and sharp objects and was as large as, if not measurably larger than, Robert, who was a pretty beefed kid. This is not where his face scar comes from, however. Robert endured this abuse for so long under the naive (and knowingly dumb) idea that his father was in mourning, and that he would return to normal shortly, if he just waited it out. John showed no signs of improving. Previously mentioned was Robert’s football team, specifically his coach. He was an open and friendly man, and well-loved in the community because he approached things with a level of understanding. He had worked at the school for many years before Robert, and people always had good stories to tell about him because he let them get away with everything. Seeing as this was one of the last stable adult figures in Robert’s life, he sought him out looking for someone to trust and confide in. And confide in him he did; Rob shared his frustrations about his mom, his fear of his father, showed many of his cuts and bruises to his coach, etc. Coach built up his trust with Robert to the point where football practice was the safest place for Rob to go. Anyways, coach was a pedophile. That was why he didn’t tell anyone about the things going on in Rob’s life. It was a grooming situation, and unfortunately, rob’s vulnerability was the perfect opportunity to prey upon someone. I won’t go far into it at all, but there was a point in time where coach had rob alone (likely in private afterschool practices) and he took the opportunity to sexually assault him. Robert was a big kid, so he could escape, but coach got just long enough for Rob to never trust coach (or feel comfortable around very large men) again. The attack takes a toll on him, and he becomes even more distressed and aggressive than he had already become in those recent months. His anger issues really solidify. He leaves the team for good when, during the middle of a game, he snaps at another player and attacks them. He is suspended but leaves on his own as well, much to the dismay of the other players, seeing as he played an important role. He became more socially isolated from basically everyone and stopped making an effort in school. John also deteriorated; the home became riddled with trash and looked almost like a hoarding situation in some parts.

(this section is a WIP and might get changed in the future, but this is how it is now :D) here begins his signature Emo Era. He was moved downstate to a group home, as mentioned above, which was probably the least important piece of this section of his life since he was close to aging out of it and nothing bad happened to him while in the home. It was a pretty chill time, he was just avoidant of everyone and an asshole lol. While staying in this group home, he got close-ish with this other dude who was in a gang of street racers. This guy introduced Robert to his gaggle of people, all varying in age and demeanor but sharing one love: cars. Rob slowly built up a strong bond with many of those people, seeing them as like a family while also keeping his distance somewhat. He was still a dick, but they returned his energy playfully, and they were basically like a group of stray dogs all play wrestling constantly. They made a lot of their money from betting on races and some part/full-time jobs the members would take up. Robert found a love for racing; it was a helpful outlet for a lot of his rage and he could just be stupid whenever he wanted. Of course, that era was nowhere near without his faults (though hed tell you it’s one of his personal favorite times of his life). He has his fair share of cuts and bruises from minor crashes (they used both motorcycles and normal cars) and more major ones. The most notable one was a crash in which his left leg was badly injured right in the knee. He tried his best to “walk it off,” but that ultimately made it worse and just put him out of commission for a while ((note: during this time he also started sketching and learned to draw :D)). Eventually, he goes to the hospital for it, and he undergoes surgery that puts him into medical debt he’s still paying off today lol. Because of this likely painful surgery, he’s prescribed opioids. Said prescription makes him develop a….. You guessed it! Opioid addiction yaaaayyy! to Heroin specifically; while I haven’t decided exactly how that gateway goes just yet, I’m assuming he develops this addiction while still on his prescription meds and then seeks them out once he runs out. The racers had connections, and all it took was a few conversations for Rob to get connected to who (and what) he needed.

#ill probably be editing this over the next week or so as i add things i forget or change/remove things i dislike #might do one for lee?#but it would be more difficult because his conflicts are more inward and his life is less.......#eventful #to anyone who read all the way through...#thank you so much!#this post is mostly just for me to archive how things are at the moment though lol #oc lore #oc lore post #oc lore dump #oc #oc posting #oc stuff #robert and lee #robert

OC lore post number one

im starting with my baby Shī. uhh shes chubby bikini girl. for anyone wondering.

she made a deal with a devil when she was about 17 for an extended lifespan, increased physical prowess, and the ability to see supernatural persons. her soul is to be sent straight to hell after she dies. the devil first approached her because of a family curse which says that the firstborn daughter of each family will be approached by a devil. the family "curse" came about because one of her ancestors, a man by the name of Guan Yu, who made a similar deal with a devil. he began to brag of his immense power and eventually the devil said "shut the fuck up youre nothing without me". the devil convinced Guans enemies to ally against him and he died. before he did, the devil promised to haunt Guans bloodline, saying that he would not rest until he had trapped five firstborn virgin daughters in a deal with him. the reason her parents didnt warn her about this devil and his deal is because Shī is trans. the devil knew she was a girl before she or her parents did, so they had no time to warn her not to take his deal. in her desperation Shī decided she had to do something. her plan was to make a deal with another heavenly being, known as a Timekeeper. timekeepers exist outside of time and normally help to keep timelines in order. she finds a timekeeper, two years after her deal, at the San Japan convention in San Antonio, Texas. they imbue her with a fraction of their power; enough to keep her immortal. her body will not age, but she can still die from things like being stabbed, shot, poisoned, etc. although it may take a bit longer. because she has been living for over a thousand years, she has begun to develop demon-ly traits as a result of the deal. such as horns, fangs, pointed ears, and eventually a tail.

Relationship wise, she is currently part of a four-person asexual polycule, involving herself, the timekeeper, a non-binary space monk, and the daughter of a Japanese buisness man who can set herself on fire. Shī is sex-neutral. She fucks on occasion. job-wise, she currently works for the Japanese government as part of a top-secret team meant for the most undercover jobs as part of a campaign being fought in World War Three She uses a large axe to fight, and is also proficient in all forms of hand-to-hand combat. She also keeps all sorts of tricks and devices inside her large jacket, design below

the jacket is bulletproof due to a heavy inner lining, which was developed by her lab tech. she refuses to wear pants because "i went to all the trouble shaving these legs, so someones gonna see them"

her favourite food is fried chicken, her birthday is 16th october 2003, and her favourite colour is red. Her greatest fear is death, but apart from that, losing her partners (spoiler alert. she loses her partners)

uhh if you want the rest of theses posts search for the tag "oc lore post" on my blog. as of writing this is the only one i have

shes muscled too btw. but shes also chubby. its a delicate balance

#shi #oc lore post #oc lore #shi lore #my ocs #also lmao the fucking style shift between that first drawing and what im doing now #i should go back

Hopefully yall like it!!!......................... it's split into two parts because the original is too long to post lol. sorry. check the link at the bottom for part 2!

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