#the scarecrow wasnt needed

[un-common-dreams]

day 2: farm au

oc: camille (glory)

[stationk17]

Its him! My emotional support unhinged old man who I need to put into a tin can so I can microwave him and see what happens!

Companion portrait to my Edward one. This Jonathan belongs to @roguespodcast

[camvrin]

yall my fuckin voice hurts I HATE DOROTHYS VOICE DIRECTION

[like-rain-or-confetti]

If only it had killed me.

To your knowledge, everyone was supposed to be making their escape before Batman came around. After all, you could only distract him for so long, and it was so much stress that you were close to a breakdown. Only to find that the quick getaway wasn't happening.

Scarecrow: The old warehouse he used to contain his toxin was quite literally falling apart. It was risky but it meant no one would think to look there. You gaped when you saw that no the group wasnt making a speedy get away...they were instead packing up the toxin- or atleast most of it. A metal rod fell from the ceiling and clattered to the ground just a few feet away. Had it been any other situation, you'd have joked about nearly being final destination'd. Instead, you came out with something very different. "I wish that thing would have killed me, it would have been a better fate than this." You straightened. "What the hell are we doing!?" "Getting as much of the product out as we can." Jonathan replied flatly. "Batman is coming!" You yelped. "We have time." He said. "Since when!? We hear him a second before he hands us our asses!" You cried out. "Better get to it then." Jonathan said. "...I'm going to Blackgate tonight. I just know it." You groaned.

The Riddler: You often had a lot of questions about what was happening around you when working for the Riddler but the main one had to be why Batman was coming and the Riddler quite literally was making repairs to his robots. He suddenly huffed and tossed the wrench in his hand in your direction. Thankfully, used to this, you ducked just in time before the wrench could hit you square in the face. Without hesitation, you spoke. "I wish that thing would have killed me, it would have been a better fate than this." You straightened. "What the hell are we doing!?" "What does it look like!? I'm finishing my repairs!" The Riddler declared. "Batman is coming!?" "And I need to fix this button head screw!" He argued back. "Why!?" You cried back helplessly. "Because I won't be able to stop thinking about it if I don't!" He huffed.

Two-Face: "Oi. You. Grab as much as you can carry." Two-Face barked at you. "Heads!" A goon called out. You looked up and barely got out the way as a bag was dropped right into your shoulder. The cash was heavy and you groaned rubbing your shoulder. However, your response didn't skip a beat. "I wish that thing would have killed me, it would have been a better fate than this." You straightened. "What the hell are we doing!?" "Get moving!" Two-Face barked again. "Batman is coming! Forget this! Let's go!" You argued. "Don't make me pull out my coin and decide if you get the next bullet. Move your ass!" Harvey yelled and you blinked a few times. Can't argue with that- you just knew you'd be the first to run when batman showed up.

Black Mask: You found the goons still robbing the place. One hurled over an old decorative sword that was still arguably sharp as he panicked batman was already there. Clearly a false alarm. Despite the near death experience, you recovered just as quickly as often came with the job. "I wish that thing would have killed me, it would have been a better fate than this." You straightened. "What the hell are we doing!?" Black Masks eyes narrowed behind his mask. "What the hell does it look like we're doing?" "But I told you on the phone Batman was coming!" "Yes you did and we're packing up." He replied and it certainly didn't look like it. "We're about to get caught because we're all raging kleptos now!?" "I don't pay you to be a wimp...or have a conscience." He huffed. "You want out you get as much as you can and speed up the process." He added.

Mad Hatter: You always knew workjng for Mad Hatter was much more riskier since he wasnt always in touch with reality but even this was too much. Some of his buff goons in white rabbit masks...sat at a table having a tea party with Jervis. Startled, Jervis wailed and hurled a butter knife at you. Yes, it was harmless but you wished it wasn't right about now as it luckily bounced off your shoulder. "I wish that thing would have killed me, it would have been a better fate than this." You straightened. "What the hell are we doing!?" "Language!" Jervis screeched. "He won't let us leave until he's finished!" A goon huffed. You groaned into your hands. "Jervis? Jervis...Jervis? Please. You're killing me" You rubbed your eyes harshly, a typical stress response you displayed often. "It's time for tea! Tea before we flee!" Jervis said and you groaned again.

[rogueshadow1124]

RESTLESS NIGHTS

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Dick grayson x Vigilante!Reader

Summary: Ever since the reader had a run in with the scarecrow one evening, she couldnt let go of the image she got under the influence of the fear gas- her worst fear - losing her beloved.

Word count: 955

Warnings: mentions of blood/slight death.

The rain spattered against the window pane, creating a low and soft thumping sound that was almost calming. Y/N lay in bed, eyes barely open but struggling to close while her boyfriend was asleep peacefully beside her- how she envied him in this moment. She wanted to sleep, even more so needed to sleep, she was tired but restless at the same time, she didnt want to fall into the same nightmare she did everytime she closed her eyes because everything seemed too real. It was like a warning really.

A sigh escaped her throat, emitting into the silence of the room. Her head turned to the right, catching a glimpse of the digital clock beside her that lit up in an voluminous red colour. 1:30am was what shone on the small screen, she had been laying in the same position for hours. She should be thankful Dick was next to her and asleep because neither of them got to spend this kind of moment together or even remotely fall into a slumber with their daily rounds of the night patrols that were set for them.

Y/N placed her hands on eiether side of her thighs and pushed up so she was now sat against the headboard. Her Y/E/C orbs trailed around the messy room, switching between every object in her eyeline. Her mind went elsewhere, flicking back to the time where everything was supposedly easier, not normal but easier.

Then her thoughts drifted to something that wasnt so nice. The nightmares that haunted her daily and nightly. It had all started when she was on night watch with Dick one night, they ran into Scarecrow and she was put under his fear gas. Everything seemed too real in that moment, the blood that stained her hands, Dicks blood to be exact. She watched him die and she couldnt do anything about it, all she did was hold his deceased body in her arms as she sobbed and begged for him to come back.

Though it was only an image that was engraved into her mind by some mere chemicals mixed together, she couldnt shake off the thought of something like that actually happening because it was more than possible. When she finally came back to reality that night she didnt speak a word to Dick who was trying to console her broken aura, she ignored him and ran straight to the bathroom locking herself inside.

Her eyes deceived her as she continued to see the blood that covered her body in the mirror, her mind was playing games with her but at the time she had no clue. She was inconsolable. She spent what felt like hours inside the shower, scrubbing harshly at her sensitive skin making it peel and burn- that was until Dick grew worried and came to her rescue before she caused any harm to herself.

"Babe..." A hoarse voice spoke from her right, bringing her back to reality. Her head tilted down to see her boyfriend hugging her waist, his head burried in her stomach as he looked up at her with his deep blue hues.

"Hey bub." Y/N whispered tiredly, letting out a small yawn as she brought her hands up to rub at her eyes.

"Why are you still awake?" His raven locks stuck in every direction making the girl chuckle slightly and smooth it out as he started to sit up beside her against the headboard.

"Couldnt sleep." She leant over, head falling into Dicks chest. He raised a hand and ran it through her hair, humming while he yawned in response to her statement. His fingers stroked lighty on her scalp in a calm manner, running through the length of her unruly Y/H/C hair.

"Y'look tired baby." Dicks half lidded eyes peered down, taking in her sleepy for though he tell she was forcing herself to stay awake and it wasnt the first time she did, he remembers how she had done this on many occasions after the incident when everything became to much for her to handle. "Why dont you try sleep, m'here."

"I-I cant Dick, I close my eyes and all I see is the same scene infront of me only this time I cant interact I have to watch it happen over and over again." Her voice cracked slightly, head pushing further into the warmth of his chest. Her hands came to rest where his heart would be, running over he clothed skin.

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N/N-"

"You dont know that Dick. What about when were on patrol and something goes wrong, just like my nightmares? Or maybe I wont be there and you disappear, I dont want to be alone. I-I love you and you can call me selfish but I'd rather die protecting you then allow you to die at the hands of someone when I'm not there." She breathed out heavily, a single tear strolled down the perimeter of her cheek as she continued to run a hand over his chest as if she was making sure he was still there.

"I'm never going to leave you behind baby and I most certainly wont let any harm come to you. Ever." He pulled her quivering form into his bigger one, cradling her like a child as she let out another sob, sniffling. "Try and sleep. S'only a few hours before we need to be up anyway."

Y/N hummed, nodding into his shoulder. She moved so her body was practically ontop of his, her arms tucked into her chest just above his stomach where she curled up as much as she possibly could, seeking comfort.

[jitters-barista]

Some tips for new people that I have learned well living in Gotham.

1: If someone is dressed in any bright color (especially green or purple) I don’t care how safe you feel. Get away from them.

2: No you do not hear an explosion in the distance. Mind you business.

3: Any clown is bad. Trust me. No matter how nice they look. No clowns.

4: Please stop going out at night. You don’t know how it works here. Stay inside you fool.

5: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP GOING TO CRIME ALLEY. THE NAME WASNT GIVEN CAUSE SOMEONE WAS IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD. It’s called crime alley cause there a shit ton of CRIME!!!

6. Always and I mean always have a gas mask on you. Scarecrow and joker are very common breakouts.

7. Don’t go to coffee shops if the bat signal is on. There are rouges and bats in there already. We do not need more people crowding up the place.

Feel free to add more tips these are just some from the top of my head :)

[ima-ghost-art]

Modern theatre cast st au!!

Musical - Cats!!

Steve wasnt disappointed with the character he was cast with, actually he was quite exited for it, but he was a little confused.

Originally, when he and Robin came to audition into the new show Dustin was working on. (Cats) (seriously the kid was amazing at building sets and helping with the tech side of theatre aswell as offering backing vocals if needed?!) Steve had auditioned for the role of Munkustrap.

There wasnt alot for the role compared to others he had done before, the whole musical itself was basically all song and dance which was a nice change. Sure Munkustrap danced most of the songs, but Steve had trained in both ballet and contemporary since he was little (much to his fathers resentment), so the constant dancing was a fun concept!!

Plus, with Munkustrap, it was more of a singing and narration role, most of the time performing to accompany another actor. He was also a protective cat, so steve thought performing as him would be quite fitting.

When Robin finally came barreling into their shared apartment followed by thier friend Chrissy, with the letters telling them what roles they got, Steve was surprised to see that he was given the Character of 'Mr Mistoffelees/ Quaxo' the magical cat.

"I just dont get it robs... why would they give me Mistoffelees of all cats?" He wasnt unhappy, just confused, Mistoffelees was often given to more... smaller (?) male actors. Which Steve knew he wasnt that small.

"Well maybe its because your an amazing dancer who ive witnessed do like 50 pirouette in a row, AND could easily steal the show, but doesnt like admitting how good he is out of fear people will think hes some rich kid who just gets roles handed to him instead of trying really hard because his parents disowned him leaving him to work paycheck to paycheck while also babysitting to get through performing arts school?" Robin smirked up at him over the copy of the letter telling her she got 'Skimpleshanks the railway cat', the same role she auditioned for.

Chrissy laughed, her role as 'Victoria' also displayed out infount of her, "You know shes not wrong stevie!" Mischief glinted in her eyes as she held her girlfriends hand.

Steve looked to the two of them and huffed, "I can do like 27 not 50." He roled his eyes at the unimpressed look Robin gave him, but it didn't last long before they all laughed.

Steve was pleased for them, he and Chris had met as kids, the two children of rich familys who had convinced thier parents to send them to dance school, who also lived in the same small town, quickly became close before chrissys mother moved her away. Thankfully however, they reconnected back in college away from their controlling families.

They had met Robin in a production of Wicked a couple years later, she was playing Elphaba while Chrissy was Galinda and Steve had the role as Fiyero.

Mid way through practicing the production, there had been a fire in the theatre that had him and Robin trapped for hours in the bathroom. It had left Steve with a pretty nasty concussion too.

While hiding in one of the musty old stalls, they had a heart to heart were Rob had confessed her feelings for their co star and couldnt go through with kissing Steve on stage. He had understood and after being saved from the burning reck of the old theatre, desided to come up with a way to help with Robin's stage kissing problem.

Turned out, after talking with a couple of the kids he babysits, there was an easy change that could be made to the story that fit the character archs better, aswell as not force Robin to have to kiss a boy on stage.

With permission, the kids had taken the script, making a change that left the two women as the love interests instead, while the Scarecrow Fiyero took over looking after Oz. It was an instant hit, pulling out the shows hidden queer themes. Also leading to the now power couple that is Robin and Chrissy, who didnt take long after the first show to confess to eachother!!

Now him and rob share an apartment, with Chris basically living there too even though she had her own apartment and roommate too. All now being told they finally all were cast in the same production again!

"I dont even get to sing my own song though!" He slumped into the sofa, taking a moment to glare at Robin as she chuckled at him from where she sat on the floor between Chrissy legs.

"Yes buttttt you get like the coolest costume and the best dance number all while being serenaded by whoever is playing Rum Tum Tugger!" Robin threw her hand that wasnt being held by her girlfriend in the air as she talked, "Plus Mistoffelees has a bunch of like, jumps and spinnys which is like... literally your favourite thing to do when dancing so dont worry about how you got the role, be exited that you get to do it!!!"

Steve looked down and smiled, "I am exited... it's going to be the first performance with us and all the kids either performing or working front or back of house... plus Jon said hes helping backstage this year and doing promotional work, and Hoppers joining again, I so am exited. I just want this to be perfect Robs."

He looked up to see his best friend giving him a knowing smile. They had worked hard for this, both with unsuporting familys, all the tireless classes, with boring tough part time jobs to afford paying off loans and rent. They worked for this.

Even if this was performing as mystical, jellicle cats on Broadway.

"If it helps," Chis let go of Robin, scooching her legs around her girlfriend so she could move to cuddle into Steve's side. He leaned into her, snorting slightly hearing Robin huff that steve stole Chrissy from her.

"If it helps, I'm almost certainly convinced I know who got Tugger if your wondering who got to sing your song." She beamed at him, excitedly grabbing his hands in hers and pulling them both to be sitting up as Robin came and rested her arms on their legs, "my roommate auditioned for Cats aswell! He doesnt often do shows like this but his dream role ever since I ment him has been Rum Tum Tugger!! Hes really good aswell so if its him I bet you guys would work wonders together!"

Steve laughed and shook his head. "You make it sound like Mistoffelees and Tugger are inlove!?"

The girls gasped! "Steve I know you're a dingus who probably has enough brain damage to stop you from performing, but you HAVE to know of the power couple that is Tugoffelees!?!?" Robin said sounding aghast from where she sat on the floor, hand to her chest and everything!

"Omg EXACTLY!!" Chrissy looked between Robin and Steve, "Tugger doesnt want everything he cant have, stealing the spotlight whenever he can, while misto playfully acts uninterested when every fauns over Tugger, ONLY FOR Rum Tum Tugger to sing an entire song dedicated to Mistoffelees being perfect!?!? I dont think so steve, that has gay and smitten written all over it!!!"

Steve snorted and shook his head, looking at the girls like they couldnt be serious. When he noticed their expressions hadnt changed, still holding firm about this suposed truth for these beloved characters, he looked at them like they had grown a third head.

"They are CATS??" he said incredulously!

"THEY'RE GAY CATS STEVE!!" The lesbians yelled back in unison!

He groaned knowing he wouldnt win this argument, even tho being queer himself and understanding what it ment to have characters like them in media, especially theatre. Still he had never been able to get into any fandoms, even if he did perform in some shows with respectably large ones, much unlike his female counterparts who revealed in needing out one every musical they heard. So honestly the concept of how two cats based on children's poems were gay? Very possible. Was he about to analyse every rendition of the character to determine their sexual preferences?

Yeah no, he would much rather just dance his little heart out performing as said character, than worrying about anyone else's but his owns sexuality.

Plus, he doubted he could even have the same 'romantic tension' with he co star, whoever he was, anyway. He had given up on romance ages ago since his last relationship with Nancy Wheeler, a kick ass reporter who had been writing an article about how the group had gotten the chance to rewrite parts of Wicked, crashed and burned the night of the grand finale.

Steve gave out a long suffering sigh, "Uhhhh fine you win gay cats," he rubbed a hand over his face, "but really chris, your roommate? I thought you said he was in a metal band??"

"Oh he is!" She absent mindedly went to stroke Robin's hair as she spoke, "but he and his best friend are in some of my music classes, they often audition for more 'out there' parts. His most known role was the Phantom in Phantom of the opera, and I think his friend got Michael last year in an off Broadway production of Be more chill, they both auditioned for this show aswell! They have like amazing range as singers!!"

"Well if they get any parts it's going to be nice to finally meet them!" Rob says looking pleasantly blissed out from being pet by her girlfriend. "You've been rooming with this guy for like three years and I dont think I've seen more than a picture of him!"

Chrissy giggled, they all knew her roommate was her other best friend she lovingly called rockstar to the point no one was sure what his real name was. At this point it was a running joke to see who ever could meet him first since the man was often sleeping, or away through out most of the evening and night. Constant clashing of schedules making it so neither him or robin had met the elusive man. Which was kind of shocking since apparently to chis, he was very hard to miss!

"Definitely!! Hes out of state till next week, just before rehearsals start actually, so I was wondering I could stay here till hes back?"

"Do you really have to ask Chris?" Robin asked, making her girlfriend turn to her with a shy smile.

"I love having you here and so does Robs, you practically live here at this point" steve pointed out, "honestly I'd tell you to move in if I knew you didnt like liveing with your other friend so much!"

They laughed, "Steve made a great point love, you should know you are always welcomed here!" After getting a chrissy giggle of approval, Robin stood up, immediately pulling the other up with her!

"Now come on! We just got the greatest job offers yet, we need to celebrate!!" The woman dragged them, all laughing with her, too her and Steve's liquor cabinet. Opening it and reaching in she pulled out a bottle of vodka that Murray, their very... exasperated acting coach, had lovingly gifted them after their auditions.

Robin looked Steve in the eye, a glimmer of something mischievous as she brandished the bottle.

"Presto!"

[tonysopranosfeverdreams]

kute | cards | end song for sandy g tune rating :)

finally doing this!! thank you for your patience :)

kute-8/10 i love this song now. i remember thinking it was really overhyped because i think i saw it around before i really listened to alex g like this one and mary in particular in like 2013 or 2014 and listened to like 30 seconds and they struck me as trying really really hard to be edgy but i wasnt giving them a fair chance tbh!

on the surface level i think this song is from the perspective of a serial killer/cult leader and honestly just reads like a really vivid strange dream . i think what makes the song so interesting to me is that it plays with how loving/desiring/being devoted or attracted to someone both elevates them to a god level and simultaneously feel so strongly its almost a violent or self-destructive impulse, especially when youre quite young and experiencing that for some of the first couple times and they are a god simply for making you feel that strongly and you want it and want to keep it somehow but also kin of hate them for it and feel the need to degrade them for putting you in that situation and making you lose your mind like that. it also strongly reminds me of nbc's hannibal and i can't not think about it when i hear it lol

favorite line:

"Baby you're pathetic You are god You are god"

cards- 7/10. i remember being so confused when this popped on my spotify one day and i was just like literally who is she....this song is so abstract to me in a lot of ways but that makes it feel really interesting. i weirdly think of some songs as being in alex g's "down the shore" collection because he has so many beach/boardwalk/atlantic city and references in his music and videos and it seems to me a real fascination with the characters that frequent those locations and especially the people who work there and there inner worlds so i always imagine this as a description of a guy who does magic/card tricks on the boardwalk in like ocean city and how unknowable these performers seem so youre trying to imagine what's going on beneath the surface there based on limited interactions. i could be 10000% off base but it's just the imagery i conjure up for this one one.

favorite line:

"Watch that frown Talk just a little bit to calm you down"

end song-10/10. first of all, we're all going to the world's fair was a really good movie that i think made people uncomfortable because yeah it went over their head but also i think it struck a chord with people and made them uncomfortable because of that.

this song this has got to be one of the saddest alex g songs to me, but not for the reason that his songs usually are sad like as in telling a sad story, but it just captures like unadultered hopelessness and a feeling of being trapped within yourself and your own routines and your identity in a really haunting way. it reminds me a lot of big fish in terms of imagery (and because i think that song is expressing the same trapped feeling in terms of identity) , that was my first thought when i heard it. it also feels like a really genuine product of the pandemic era and the general malaise almost everyone was experiencing at time so it will always remind me of that too.

The chorus is extremely haunting and memorable obviously but the part that really gets to me is this one:

"I tumble through my day A fish in mud A scarecrow full of blood"

[shigironkii]

hey!! Tell us about hallie; how she met edward, what she likes, who she is!!

SCREAMS AND KICKS FEET

Anon you just open padoras box because i have so much pent up love for this baby girl.

How they met

When she graduated from Gotham University and became scarecrows apprentice (and mistress of fear due), after the great doctor crane was exposed by batman for testing his fear toxin on innocent people, she was hired on the spot from arkham since they needed someone for the intensive treatment center. Even though she only worked with people who weren't super criminals, she couldnt sat no to more money and to help doctor crane with patients and test subjects, plus he would need someone to bust him out from time to time.

After a bad time with Harvey Dent, Joker, and Penguin, she was assigned to a new patient Doctor Young could not handle: Eddie Nashton, A.K.A Edward Nigma, The Riddler.

In their first session, she happily dodged his insults, basically turning them around him. In a way, she created a pattern to slowly get info out of him; riddles with a prize of knowledge.

It did seem to work, he would open up about his work, his hatred for batman (a common interest they both shared), soon, their sessions came as if they were friends. Talking casually, him telling her riddles and puzzles, her talking to him about certain subjects.

Since she still was the Mistress, she did tend to follow Scarecrow to meetings and get-together's for plans against batman. Riddler never seemed interested before, that was, until she finally spoke- no, screamed at him about his egotistical self. Once she spoke (mind you, she never talks as her villain persona, because of fear people knowing who she is), a very, very cheeky smile crept onto edwards face.

He basically used that to his advantages to tease and kiiiiinda blackmail hallie into doing his plans with him.

It wasnt until after awhile did he finally ask her to work for him, basically giving jon a break from her chaotic self and moving towards coding, and planting trophies for him.

She began working for him, but it turned.. less professional after he accidently realized he had feelings (pre-arkham asylum), and tried to hide them for awhile, even avoiding hallie in total.

It wasnt until he was cornered that he confessed, and after about a year or so, became his partner in crime; protecting him, building with him, etc

What she likes; space/astrology/astronomy, books with fiction (romance, mystery, horror), calm games or zombie games, drawing, shes into music of all varities (thats thanks to eddie and jon mixing their music with hers), she does smoke weed due to chronic pain and with her ptsd, the color purple, has a fasination with bugs and spiders

Honestly? I made hallie into like.. a comfort character of sorts. Someone i can look up to and remember to keep going, yknow?

[ol-jericho-styx]

good!

*The scarecrow then frowns, looking upset*

the other fella,,,, he kept using you as a reason why i needed him and his help. he showed me visions of all of my friends,,, but he really liked you. probably cause i like you.

hed show me visions of you mad at me, scared of me, visions of you trying to kill me,,,, you all hurt and bloodied,,,,

*Marius can hear two heartbeats, two pulses coming from Jericho*

but i managed to realize it wasnt true! i don't need him , i can protect you myself!

*As if to prove his point, he pulls the knight in closer and plants a kiss on his cheek*

[@sirmariusrenathyr]

*After a few minutes of following a path of flowers, Marius finds Jericho and lets out a sigh of relief*

Jericho!

Sir Marius! :D

*Jericho turns around, and he looks... Different.*

*One hand was now a crow talon, same with the opposite leg. The eyes that once peered from the cage in his stomach grinned from behind his head. Along with that face were two wide wings decorated with many eyes- like some kind of fucked up peacock. His banjo was also different, with a new decorative head of amber feathers.*

*All this and the scarecrow just seemed more... Confident. Happy. And a little at peace*

,,,,,please don't freak out

[raccooncoded]

You guys, in the begging of Scarecrow (01x11), John is in California...where he's chasing Azazel.

Not saying anything but ya know, we don't exactly know what happened 😏

[thealmightyemprex]

Top 10 Scooby Doo projects ....Also Am I a Scooby Doo fan ?

So as a kid I always said I wasnt a Scooby Doo fan...Yet somehow I have absorded a lot of Scooby media .

On one hand I respect the franchise for its longevity and I enjoy the characters ....On the other some of the cliches drive me nuts and some movies and series I find unbearable....But there are Scooby project I both unironically and ironically love ,though funny enough some of my favorites are not liked by Scooby fans

The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo is so weird I have to respect it (Plus Vincent Van Ghoul is the best )

Scooby Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf is so bonkers I love it

A Pup Named Scooby Doo is a legit great show and low key one of my favorite cartoons as a kid

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island is a legit great scary movie for kids

Scooby Doo and the Witchs Ghost gave us both the awesome Hex Girls and Tim Curry ,whats not to love ???

Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders is sweet

Scooby Doo is a fun is imperfect film

Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed is a legit good movie based on a cartoon

Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated is an amazing show(Even if I dont like Velma in it)

Happy Halloween Scooby Doo is bonkers ,throwing in Elvira and Batman villain the Scarecrow ,so I kind of dig it

I also like The New Scooby Doo Movies,The Scooby Doo project ,Bravo Dooby Doo , Scooby Doo and the Goblin King ,Scooby Doo Camp Scare,Scooby Doo and Batman Brave and the Bold-Wait am I a Scooby fan ???For my whole liefe I have said I am not but....Theres a lot of it I DO like ?I dont know I need help

@ariel-seagull-wings @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @amalthea9 @filmcityworld1 @princesssarisa @angelixgutz

[complete-clownery]

can you talk more about your dnd character tess? :0

Oh wow woowww i wasnt expecting an ask about my child tess but let me tell you their backstory real quck

*clears throath* so my friend who is the dn needed to make a whole race bc of him-- hes a puppet and a ranger (i cant help but love this class i think theyre the coolest ever) he was accidentaly created hes two "fathers" or creators lived in a village and that was protected by Lapidarius (one of Tess' father) who had really strong shield magic-- but the village got food problems and Lapidarius fucked up a spell so he made a pumpkin live only the pumpkin that is my bois had. Then they didn't wanted to kill him so Salix (2. father) resew a scarecrows body and gave it to my child.

Lapidarius died of old age and they needed to leav the village cuz the shield that Lapidarius put up was gone, and they became a wndering vilage

After that nothing tragic happened Salix is still alive somewhere with the village but Tess wanted to see the world

The best boy ever 🙏🙏✨

This is Tess with one of the dns ocs theyre friends

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Nightfall

The smiles and happiness used to pour out of you every waking moment as you sought greatness with morals in tact. Such a far sight from now, make up smudged, hair disheveled, your complexion not as healthy. Gotham had done a number on you and now with your resolve gone, your moral high ground annihilated, fate decided you were to face the rogue once again.

Scarecrow: "Look how far you've fallen." Jonathan had a faint smirk upon his face as he inspected you. "The one filled to the brim with sunshine and rainbows...has slipped through the fingers of Gotham's finest." Jonathan's smirk widened. "Let's get a look at you." He slowly walked towards you. "A cold day in a poor excuse of a functional jacket. Make up smeared. Hair practically glued to your face. Doe eyes not so bright. Complexion, sickly. Smile, nonexistent." Jonathan smiled. "Fear...oh my darling, the worst has already happened hasn't it?" Jonathan enjoyed it. "I only wish I could have seen your downfall, (Y/N). Fret not. You were pretty before but now? Now you're nothing short of beautiful." Jonathan leaned in and whispered into your ear. "I can't wait to see what you're capable of."

Two-Face: He knew you'd likely want to be left alone and the last thing you'd want or need is a taunting or any kind of conversation. Although he wasnt inclined to give you the luxury of silence. "Get in line, babe." Harv's voice rasped. "It happens to the best of us. I would know." Harvey said, not acknowledging his alters words. "No one really tells you what you have to change to survive." That didn't sit right with you. Change didn't describe any of this. Change didnt explain the emptiness within your very being. The feeling of defeat. That theres no light at the end of the tunnel. Only twists and turns and obstacles along the way. You didnt bite your tongue as you usually had. You spoke up as no one deserved the kindness of retraint. "Change? No. What you have to lose."

The riddler: He twirled his cane once for dramatic effect before the tip of it clanked hard against the concrete. He tipped his hat up to get a look at you in a thoroughly dramatic fashion. Then again that was the Riddler. He always did have an adoration for dramatics when he believed himself to he right. "You don't belong here. I told you that before. I told you this city would eat you up and spit you out...and you didn't listen." The Riddler spoke as he slowly approached. "You're a fool, (Y/N). I'm the one in this city who will tell you the truth, and had you believed me the first time, you wouldn't have learned the hard way." He sighed. "Though I can hardly blame you. You're hardly intelligent enough for that." He sighed. "Gotham is the monster of mankind. Filled with the greedy, the cheats, the liars, the disingenuous, and this city feeds on that light and purity you oh so graciously poured out. Now I see the supply has gone dry and I think you'll find my dear, you're just another cog in Gothams machine." The statement it's self was sad but given the Riddlers smug malicious smirk, the statement had turned cold.

Black Mask: If anyone got a kick from a downfall- it's Roman Sionis. Even behind his mask that glinted under the moon, his smug delight couldn't go unnoticed. "Look how far you've come." He said with a sultry tone. "Did the landing hurt, darling?" He took slow steps towards you. He often made small jabs, implying you were an angel who had come to Gotham. Too good. Too happy. Too hopeful. Too spirited. Now, he was implying a fall from grace. The angels wings were clipped. Now you were rock bottom like the rest of Gotham. Well...most of them. Roman can't say he relates to rock bottom. He wouldn't know the feeling. "Oh buck up. Atleast you're still alive, eh? For now, anyway."

Mad Hatter: He had always smiled politely and even happily to see you. It wasn't a common occurrence for anyone but Jervis. Yet, that didn't mean it wasn't out of place as much of Jervis's reactions typically were. When his cheery greeting was met with a cold empty stare, he seemed to know. Like he had been acquainted with that before. Perhaps he knew it better than most would have believed. "Oh, I see..." He said softly like he was saddened. Then you noticed it wasn't like being sad that adorned his face. It was sadness. Pure unadulterated sadness. "You know..." He smiled though looked pained. "...I thought of you as constant. That nothing could break you." His eyes glistened under the moonlight but you refused to believe if it could have been tears that they'd be genuine. "I was wrong, wasn't I little rabit?"

[crowley-in-arkham]

I’m honestly surprised no one has asked this one yet. But what is your opinion on Batman?

Well, that's definitely a story.

I blame the Bat for why I'm here at Arkham to begin with. I believe the vigilantes have their place in Gotham and Blüdhaven, becoming somewhat icons of the culture of the city.

They're urban legends that you can see and touch.

Everyone has their stories about the caped and cowled. Frankly, I'm no different.

Before Arkham, I worked for the GCPD, as you may be aware. I was a forensic tech that doubled as a criminologist when they didn't have the manpower or needed a woman in an interrogation room.

I wasnt exactly certified at the time, but I was a student. The cases I was given were certain to be handled via plea bargain- that was to ensure my lack of professional certification wouldn't "pose too much an issue" according to Bullock.

I remember sitting in my lab one day during a spree of gas attacks and, from the shadows of my workspace, this looming black mass manifested. It startled me, if I'm being frank.

"Dr. Crowley," I remember how sharp that gruff voice of his was, and how firm his grip on my wrist was when he set a completely uncontaminated vial of fear toxin in it.

"This is from the Scarecrow's last attack."

The cowl dehumanizes him. Turns him from a man into this massive shade that just-- watches. Those eyes stare back like they're frenzied- it's nothing like how his voice sounds. That gaze is clouded- one track.

To be frank, it made me want to get into his head. It made me rethink working solely for the GCPD; I wanted to know how his influence rippled through the very soul of Gotham, and to do that, I wanted to see where the Bat touches- exactly what he does to the minds of his most famous adversaries-- and if what he does to them is even reversible.

I was assigned here to discover holes in Arkham's Security by picking apart it's inmates and discovering their MO while incarcerated.

Anyway-- sorry, I got off track. I feel rather intrigued by Batman, to say the least.

[woahajimes]

It is Damian Wayne’s second time with the fear toxin. He is sitting in a chair, his arms are tied back, his ankles tied together. He is in the Arkham Asylum, in the padded interrogation rooms. He has been in that same room many times before, he knows every inch of the cells, yet this is entirely different. Damian does not know this side of the cell, he always was at the opposite side. 

"Father, I dont understand why we are going by doses," Damian spoke into the empty side of the room, he made eye contact with his father on the other side of the glass on the far end. "It seems ridiculous. I wasn't affected by the newest he had, why would I be affected by the lighter ones?"

Bruce's voice echoed in the room through speakers. "We need to know just how you weren't affected by the Scarecrow's tear gas. Going by doses will help analyze the chemicals that might or might not affect you."

Damian started fiddling with the rope around his wrists. He ran his fingers overtop the knot, he smirked. It was an easy knot, one he could untie in his sleep. He wasnt going to untie it, though. He knew why it was there in the first place.

Just for caution, Bruce had told him.

Damian let his hands go limp, his eyes drifted to his domino mask on the floor in front of him. He was wearing civilian clothes, he had taken off his uniform when he entered the cell. Other members of his family, such as Red Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl, and the Red Hood were standing outside the cell, keeping a guard of some sort. Damian did not know why he needed to take his uniform off.

You have too many weapons in the uniform, Damian. We don’t know how you might even react to the toxin, the Batman had told him.

Damian was growing impatient. “Are we starting now, Father?” 

Bruce held up a hand at him, signaling for him to stop. Nightwing entered the room, he took his mask off and placed it on the monitors. He started talking to Batman, cowl and everything. Damian understood everything they were saying, reading lips was child’s play. 

‘What if something goes wrong, Bruce?’ Dick didn’t even make an attempt to make the conversation private. 

‘Nothing will go wrong,’ Bruce answered. Damian could see that he didn’t care for privacy either. 

‘He’s just a kid, Bruce,’ Dick waved his arms around, and Damian could see his eyebrows notched together. ‘He’s just eleven and we’re making him see his worst fears.’ 

Bruce sighed. Damian saw his shoulders move, his breath on the other side of the glass. Was it cold? ‘He will be fine, Nightwing,’ Bruce grabbed Dick’s domino mask and handed it to its perspective owner. ‘That’s why we’re going by doses.’

Dick accepted the domino mask, then set it again on the monitors. ‘Doses, my ass, Bruce. What if it was luck? What if he just... trained his lungs to reject it or something? Maybe he got lucky and we’re torturing him.’

Damian didn’t even have to read Batman’s lips to understand what he’d say next. He knew this line by memory. ‘Luck? We can’t let luck decide our fates.’ 

Batman spoke into the comm-link, his voice was loud and clear to Damian. “Are you scared, Damian?” 

Damian scoffed. “Scared?” He smirked. “Like hell.”

Batman nodded, he looked at Dick. Dick snatched his mask from the monitors, put it on and left the room.

Damian started to hear hissing, slow and soft. The lights in the room dimmed, Damian could see the toxin being released. It was a tint of purple, not green nor white as it usually was. 

“Father, Why is the gas purple?” Damian asked. 

“Don’t speak, Damian,” Batman stood tall as the mildest version of the toxin filled Damian’s side of the glass. “Tell me, do you see anything?” 

Tell him? Father must be getting too many hits on the head, he had just told him to not speak. Damian opened his mouth anyways. “I see you, I see the monitor, I see the purple gas. Why is it purple, father?” 

“It’s just a variation, Damian. Are you holding your breath?” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “If I were holding my breath I couldn’t be talking to you.” 

“Can you see clearly?” Batman asked. 

Damian sat calmly, he started bouncing his left foot. He breathed in and out, exaggerately, just to prove a point. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t see anything. He had to admit the gas was starting to affect him, but just in the way of gas filling his lungs and stinging his eyes. Now, if he had his mask on, this wouldn’t be happening. 

Damian blinked a few times. “Yes father, I can see. I can even see that mole by your mouth.” 

“Good. That was the third mildest version of Crane’s toxin.” 

Third? Damian sucked in a breath. He was calm, to his own surprise. It just took him unprepared that it was the third dose already. He had thought Father would at least tell him. 

“Fourth dose, Damian.” Batman’s voice was stern. Oh, so now he tells him. 

“How many are there?” Damian asked. He noticed the fog started getting thicker. He blinked rapidly, coughed. It was just the fog, not the fear toxin. It was like being in a room with a bunch of smoke. He could breathe, so it was fine. 

“Just five. Six, if you count the one he used on us. But I don’t have a variation of that one yet.” Batman pressed a button. Or maybe slammed his fist on the monitor, it was getting hard to tell. “Fifth one, now.” 

Damian sniffed. He could easily untie the knot and reach for his mask. Maybe that was what Batman wanted him to do, to prove something. He tried concentrating on the fear toxin, on what it could do to him. He had to admit that the toxin stinked, but maybe nobody noticed, they’d be too busy living their greatest fears. Damian had his eyes shut tight, he was unconciously holding his breath now. 

“Damian?” Batman’s voice was fainter, he sounded worried. “What do you see, Damian?” 

Damian tried to untie the knot. He couldn’t. His eyes burned and his lungs felt like dust. He was just physically hurting, he could still somewhat think rationally. He wasn’t living his greatest fear. He couldn’t even think of his greatest fear. Maybe that was why he didn’t react to it in the way Crane wanted him to. He just didn’t know. 

The toxin of the room started clearing, Damian dared to open his eyes, they still burned, yet it was a fainter sting. Damian coughed frantically, and he heard the door open. Nightwing pressed his fingers on the glass. 

“Damian?” 

Damian could see clearer now, he untied both knots with ease. “Yes, Nightwing?” 

“Did you see anything?” 

Damian shook his head, he coughed once more. “Nah,” He felt like smirking, to show just how tough he was. “I didn’t see anything.” 

Nightwing exchanged glances with Batman. “Nothing as in... Nothing?” 

Damian picked up his domino mask. “Well, yeah.”