#Dr.Crane isn't here right now

[masterofdespair]

Ooc post:

Btw, my Jon? Absolute hopeless romantic, this man loves to read romance poems and the like, he won’t admit that of course, but you might get to know that side of him if you gain his trust, which is not that hard honestly. But if you ever betray him at least once, you’re done, he’s not trusting you ever again. He might, MIGHT, work with someone again in like heist or evil plans, but that’s about it, he won’t treat you well or help you if you’re in trouble.

He likes romance he’s just, very akward about it, he doesn’t know what to do with it, and of course he is scared of rejection, but he would rather die before admitting that to anyone.

[cannibalgh0st]

Dr.Crane isn't here right now. But if you'd like to make an appointment...

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An excerpt from my RP character.

She stands there, unmoving as the heat of the sun beats down upon her back. Thick dark hair unusually tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down to delicately tickle the curve of her elegant neck. Solemn gray eyes tracing the words upon the stone, she had lost count how many times now, yet it remained unchanged " Hey Niknak..." Her voice quiet, soft, velvet in nature with a deep timbre that spoke of held back tears. Sneakered feet ground deeper within the broken stones of an often traveled pathway, yet today it seemed she was alone, space to say the things she couldn't the night previously. You see she had traveled to New Orleans in search of family, hopeful, wide eyed and naive to the big open world. However that hopefulness had withered when she had found the tomb. Her Uncles name emblazoned upon it.

Another shuffle of her feet, she hadn't expected her first words to him in so long, to be directed towards an imposing stone facade. But there she stood, she repeated her words, a childhood attempt to pronounce his full name had resulted in the mash up that soon stuck. He had called it adorable " Hey, Niknak.... I miss you." The gravity of those words hit harder, now that there would be no reconciliation. No strong arms to pull her within a hug, or bare knuckles rifling the hair atop of her head whenever he called her a dork. Turning her back to the stone, she lowered and crossed her legs as she settled within the dirt. Leaning back, the warmth the sun had left upon her making the cool stone bite at her as though it bore it's teeth. She sighed, tilting her head back so that she could watch the clouds " I'm glad I found you, just, wish it had been another way." She plucked grass with slim, ringed fingers, only to toss it aside making a small pile as she conversed with the dead. She smiled, one of the clouds taking shape and she rose her right hand towards it " do you see it? The rabbit?" a few beats, then a breath "... of course not, you'd have seen a dragon, or a giant monster bearing it's maw preparing to attack. Then tickled me till I pissed myself....asshole." She chuckled softly at the memory, not of pissing herself, that had been mortifying. But, laying within the long grass as a kid, her head nestled on his stomach as they watched the world go by. More often than not, having to dodge the projectiles that Robert threw their way. However a quick bark from Nicky, and Robert would run off to play in the mud, or poke the lions with sticks. Boys right?. Her hand lowered, her chipped painted nail tracing the step of the mausoleum " I wish you could tell me what happened to Mom, if she's okay, if she was.... with you when it happened." Tilting her head and drawing her eyes from the sky, to move over the other stones around them " at least I know she isn't here, I checked everywhere. Each stone, twice." She could feel the warmth on her cheeks and adjusted her form, pulling the sleeve over her hand and raising it to wipe away the tears that fell. Ah, there they were. Her arms surrounded her legs, pulling them up so that she could rest her chin upon her knees " did I do the right thing coming here? I've already met a couple of people, they're interesting. They would have fit in well at home, one guy, he has this incredible metal hand. Moves, when he moves his muscles and he even said he's able to feel?! Can you imagine that?. Cirion could use something like that, ever since Cuddles had his episode instead of that wooden thing. I'm going to see if I can find out the name of the surgeon, we might be able to get him here!." A brush of her sleeve beneath her nose, the inevitable tap leak that followed the tears " then another woman, I don't know what to make of her yet. She seemed so calculated, so together and precise when we first met. Then, last night she was crushing some guy to her chest. Another one kissing her, then the two guys kissed. Then she left, talking about marshmallows and conspiracies." She couldn't help the gentle snort of laughter, glancing back at the stone " you'd have found the whole thing hilarious, then, then I had to guide some other guy out of the place by throwing leaves and making him follow me. I have a suspicion the wine was spiked, given the guy with the hand, his name is Dr.Crane by the way. Warned me not to drink any."

She fell silent for a while, letting her spill of information sink in, to... well wherever it may go. Then finally she moved, leaning over she pulled close the backpack that she had been wearing. Undoing the zip, she began rustling through the contents till she found what she wanted "I brought something for you, can you remember Mr.Clappy?." From within the bag she brought forth a mechanical monkey sitting on a box, within its hands a pair of symbols and a key at the side to wind. Nicky had brought it as a gift for her on one of his last visits, though at the time she had turned it over within her hands with a frown. Gently pointing out the actual, live monkey that chittered from its perch in the corner of her tent. Nicky had laughed, and simply told her to turn the key. Which she had, large gray eyes and her tongue poking out as she did so. The mechanics within began to click and whir, and after a few moments the arms of the monkey twitched, then clashed the symbols together. She had giggled so loudly till Nicky had told her to hush and listen, and she did. After three clashes of the symbols, there was a crackle and hum from the small speaker at the side. Then clear as day Nicky's voice came from the small toy 'Love you, Luna Moon.' She had then dropped the toy at her side, turning to wrap her arms around him and bury her face into his neck. He always smelled of earth, like dirt and oil with a hint of something else she could never quite ascertain 'I love you too, Niknak.'

The toy was now worn, the key misshapen from the amount of times it had been turned. The fur on the monkey, patchy in parts where she had ran her fingers over it as she fell asleep at night. But everything still worked as it did, she had made sure of it keeping it oiled and somewhere safe. Setting it down upon the stone, she turned it so it was slightly off centre and more balanced in it's new home " I think it's time, he keeps you company for a while. He was getting a little tired of me anyway." One last stroke of her finger, brushing the fur flat that had been disturbed at his temple " isn't that right." Silence. Picking up the backpack, she slid her arms within the straps and settled it in place with a slight bounce of her body. Hooking her thumbs either side, she gazed down at the memorial and it's new decoration " do you mind if I come back again? Just, to tell you about everything here. I'll feel better, knowing I have someone I know to talk about it with." Silence. She nodded her head, a smile tugging softly at the corner of full lips " tough shit buddy, I'm coming whether you like it or not." Poking her tongue out for good measure, she would turn to leave as her sneakers crunched within gravel. A few steps away before she heard it, it causing her to stop dead in her tracks 'clang'. Then again 'clang'. She shook her head, the key most likely was slightly jostled on it's journey within her pack here. So she took another step, 'clang'. The key needed to be fully turned, three times for it to complete it's performance. She could feel her heart take an extra beat in her chest, she knew what would come next and it didn't disappoint " Love you, Luna moon." She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and letting the warmth of the sun capture and heat the fresh tears on her cheeks " I love you too." Then she was gone, wandering back out onto the streets of New Orleans. Perhaps today, she could text the womans friend. The one who seemed to have known Nicky well, she would like that.

[masterofdespair]

[OOC POST]

Hi!! I'm really sorry guys I think I'm gonna go on a hiatus for a little while, I haven't really felt up to it lately, I've been feeling kinda shitty to be quite honest, and I don't have a lot of motivation. I don't even know if a lot of people would even care about me going on hiatus, but that might just be my brain messing with me. Sorry to the three people that sent asks, I'll answer them when I can, I promise!

[masterofdespair]

I finished it…..yay

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[OOC POST]

Hi I cannot sleep, so I made a playlist for my Scarecrow, enjoy!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7fueuQ6ILt5MRZzBQ92wjD?si=ac4fb4fa52644a89

[masterofdespair]

[OOC POST]

Hi hi hello!! Sorry for this post, but I felt it was kinda important?? So UH first of all, thank you to everyone that follows and interacts with this silly little blog, I'm glad you lot enjoy it, it makes me really happy!!

Second of all, I (again) made some tiny little changes in my pinned post, it has to do with me clarifying English is not my first language, I also made some changes in the amount of scarecrows I rp as (my version is still the main one, I left Salecrow, Arkhamverse, Year One and MOF scarecrow as secondary muses cause I love them too much, and I took out Gotham, BTAS, TNBA and HQTAS sorry!!!). AND I added at the end a little section were I show every tag I use in this blog, just in case anyone wants to filter any of them!!! If anyone has any questions feel free to ask!!

Ok that's all, thanks again, bye!!!!

[masterofdespair]

Introduction

Hi hello! I’m Tina/Gus, 23 years old, nonbinary.

I mostly got encouraged to make this blog because a bunch of my mutuals were doing it and I was like “oh! Looks fun, and I like roleplay, I should give this a shot!” And some way or another I mustered the guts to do it! PLAYLIST

PSA: I follow from my main cause this is a side blog.

Important stuff and Rules

I’m new to having a character centred blog so bare with me and if you have any advice or criticism I’m more than happy to receive it

Although I’m a huge scarecrow fan, I’m not an expert, so again if you have like any tips or recommendations or even headcanons I’m happy to read them just don’t be an asshole

Minors I’m sorry but you are not allowed here

That being said, I’m not against nsfw asks but don't get too explicit, and if it is for an rp scenario please talk to me first, I might or might not do it depending on how comfortable I feel about it

Ocs, self inserts and the like are welcome! But won’t do any shippy stuff unless you’re a friend/mutual, and we talked about it before

I’m into ships, so I’m willing to rp ships like Scriddler, Hattercrow, Banecrow, Ivycrow, Scaryquinn, etc., but only if I'm comfortable, like we'd have to talk about it first, but if someone asks something like “do you have any feelings for so and so 👀???” that I don’t mind

I hope this isn’t too restricting HDJSHSHSGS

I LOVE CROSSOVERS

I’m down to roleplaying mostly anything, but if I’m not comfortable I’ll make it known and I’ll put a stop to it (if someone else is not comfortable with something please say so too)

I might be slow as all hell sometimes to respond so I apologise in advance

AND English is not my first language (Spanish is, and thus I gave my Jon the ability to speak Spanish) so have mercy if I fuck up, I do appreciate corrections but don't be rude you know?

Scarecrows I rp as:

Salecrow

Arkhamverse (both Asylum and Knight)

Year One

Masters Of Fear

My version of him (the one I'll mostly use, my main muse, unless the universe is specified in the ask/thread. Tbh I'm only leaving the other scarecrows as muses because I love them way too much)

Tags, Tags and More Tags:

#Dr.Crane isn't here right now: for ooc posts

#Joncore: for things that remind me of the spook master

#poems: for poems that I feel Jon would like

#corvids: to share the beauty that are corvids

#films: for horror movie stuff

#Guscrow: for my version of Jon

#Rhymes Galore: for Salecrow (my beloved)

#Gremlin Jon: for Arkham Asylum Jon

#Extra Grumpy Jon: for Arkham Knight Jon

#Country Boy: for Year One Jon

#Violent Dancer: for Masters of Fear Jon (my other beloved)

[masterofdespair]

OOC - YEEEEEEAH, RP BUDDIES!

YES!! I’m excited and terrified at the same time!! Which I take as a good thing

[masterofdespair]

((You mentioned once before that your original Scarecrow is bilingual and can speak Spanish. Assuming that he may also be multicultural, does he observe other holidays around this time of year besides Halloween?))

Well, no not really, he only celebrates Halloween. But I will say that he doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, I think that’s celebrated in November tho??? But yeah he doesn’t really celebrate it, unless he’s invited to a Thanksgiving dinner by one of the rogues he likes.

I’m adding this to his character cause like, we don’t celebrate that in my country. And it kinda baffles me how Americans always complain about having to go to a dinner with the family they almost never see and hate so much????? Like why do you even go???

(This is gonna get sad sorry) And well Jonathan didn’t have a nice childhood, he despises his family, and most of them are dead anyway. He’s not gonna meet the family members that are still alive, and he won’t celebrate by himself because, he doesn’t have anything to be thankful for, is he gonna be thankful for the horrendous life he has??

But like I said, he does go to Thanksgiving dinners of other rogues, sometimes. He didn’t at first because he didn’t want to befriend anyone, that didn’t last long tho so you know. In the present he does have something to be thankful for and has a (found) family he’s happy to see. Would he say that out loud? No.

[masterofdespair]

[OOC POST] What would happen if I told you that my Jon looks like Javier Botet??

What then???

[masterofdespair]

Hi hello just in case so you guys know, I made some small changes in the rules regarding ships, ocs and nsfw stuff, they aren't huge changes but yeah, and I explained some things a bit better I guess???

Uh yeah that's it lol

[masterofdespair]

OK HELLO I FINISHED IT I DID IT IT’S DONE

I still need to make an introduction post, and specify which scarecrows I’m gonna be roleplaying as etc etc etc but it’s done !!!

I’m gonna tag some people that might, or might not, be interested @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @freya-faust @finniestoncrane @march-harrigan

I finished it…..yay

[masterofdespair]

It's a canon event for every Jonathan to experience heartbreak and love problems in general, it's just how it goes.

Ooc post:

Btw, my Jon? Absolute hopeless romantic, this man loves to read romance poems and the like, he won’t admit that of course, but you might get to know that side of him if you gain his trust, which is not that hard honestly. But if you ever betray him at least once, you’re done, he’s not trusting you ever again. He might, MIGHT, work with someone again in like heist or evil plans, but that’s about it, he won’t treat you well or help you if you’re in trouble.

He likes romance he’s just, very akward about it, he doesn’t know what to do with it, and of course he is scared of rejection, but he would rather die before admitting that to anyone.