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Scarecrow Week 2020

For the third year in a row, I am hosting Scarecrow Week! This is a time when we all can come together to celebrate our burlap boy. During the last week of October, I’d like for anyone and everyone who can participate to take part in this fun time and acknowledge how scary our Lord of Fear can be! I’m accepting all types of content, from artwork and edits, to fantiction and memes–even headcanons! There is so set skill level and everyone can join in. Show you love of Scarecrow however you like! Just keep your submissions safe for work please! Aside from that rule, go wild! Prompts Listed below~

Scarecrow Week will take place from October 25th - October 31st

Prompts:

Day 1: Favorite Animated Appearance

Day 2: Jonathan Crane Meets The Addams Family

Day 3: Scarecrow as an Animal

Day 4: AC Villager Scarecrow OR Pokemon Trainer Scarecrow

Day 5: Scary Lab Experiments

Day 6: The return of the Yellow Lantern Ring

Day 7: Halloween (Free Day)

Please tag your posts with #ScarecrowWeek2020 so I can reblog them! (Also, feel free to go off the prompts list if you have a better idea, these prompts are merely for inspiration!)

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when you forget about an oc for an extended period of time

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Working on a new fae OC, if anyone wants to send in any questions for Vex it would be much appreciated. 

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so apparently some people feel like it’s annoying when someone engages with a lot of stuff from the same person, like going through their ship tag and liking all the content there. 

hearing about this, i was immediately paranoid about reblogging literally anything from anyone i don’t talk to on a regular basis.

so to save others from the same paranoia, i’m gonna say that if you like every single post on my goddamn blog it is okay. i might be kind of concerned about your level of time management, going through 23,000 posts, but it wouldn’t bother me. 

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Vex says hi

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Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

Send questions about yourself

Ask questions to/about your characters

Ask about your headcanons 

Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 

Ask about popular ships/headcanons

Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)

Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs

Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

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INTIMANCY PROMPTS !

( feel free to request for characters on my masterlist )

a palm kiss

laying atop each other, kissing shoulders

touching foreheads

kissing their temple

holding hands, kissing the back of it

teasingly kissing the tip of the nose

kissing scars

interrupting with a kiss

watching movies / tv shows

going on a date

sharing secrets

hugs

cuddles

sharing drinks

talking

touching noses

laying your head on someone’s shoulder

playing with hair

back scratches

a hand written note

listening to someone’s heartbeat

nicknames

wearing someone’s clothes

teasing

falling asleep in their arms

play fighting

hugs from behind

pulling someone in by the waist

kisses when they’re mad

being protective

holding someone by the waist

neck kisses

lingering hugs

glancing at lips

running your finger down their spine

being pushed against a wall

smiling while kissing

delightful smiles

falling in someone’s arms

missing them

washing each other’s hair

doing each other’s hair

falling asleep with their head in your lap

head scratches

running hands through hair

making a blanket fort

cuddling under blankets

offering the other your coat

caring for them when they’re ill

patching up a wound

slow dancing

crying into their shoulder

cheek kisses

reading a book together

shoulder rubs

playing with their hair

secretly dating

being locked in a small space

a height difference

sitting in their lap

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WIP

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“Hey Scarecrow!” 

Jonathan sighed, not now. He was already in danger of being late to work. If he was late he was certain Mr. Lucas would be upset with him and possibly just send him home today: and he needed the money otherwise he’d be stuck with no power in the middle of summer. 

“Please not now Nick, I have to go to work.” It was a pointless endeavor as he already knew what the other teen wanted.

“Aw, come on Jonny. Don’t 'ave time for your ol' pal?” 

“I don’t want to be late to work.” He could feel the taller boy right behind him so he spun around only to be pushed against the wall. “Hey!”

“Ya know ya gotta pay the fee.” The teen held Jon by his shoulders and kept him harshly pressed against the wall. 

“I don’t carry any cash. All I got is a breakfast bar on me.” He knew better than to carry any cash out of the manor except when he was going to pay the bills. “Please just let me go. You can have the bar-” A sharp blow to his gut cut him off. “S-stop!” He yelped practically feeling the bruise starting to form.

“Don’t ya remember what I said would happen if you didn’t 'ave money again?" 

 "... You'd beat me senseless." Jon answered in a quiet voice. 

"Exactly. And what don't you 'ave?" 

Christ, he didn't want to answer. This was humiliating. "Please jus-" Another punch to his already bruising abdomen. "Nick pl-" Another hit that almost made his knees buckle as he tried to curl in on himself. "M-money! I don't have money!" He was shaking as the pain slowly ebbed away to leave a dull ache in its wake.

"Ya could've made it easy on yerself, but ya didn't. So now I 'ave ta beat ya. Otherwise, ya might think I'm jokin' later." 

"I don't… have much to begin with." Every cent went to bills and saving for college. He didn't have any extra. 

"I don't care." He went in for another blow to Jonathan’s gut.

"Come on Jonny. Don't you just want to let go?" The creature was behind him whispering in his ear, despite the wall against his back that should've made that physically impossible. 

"No… I don't know…" Pain shot through his stomach. 

"The hell are you talking about Scarecrow?" Nick's voice was becoming muffled to his ears. 

"You've tried being nice, Jonny. You've tried to be his friend. Done all he asked of you but look at you, you're still just the punching bag for him."

"I'm not!" 

"You are. You're a scared little boy that buckles when he's hit."

"Shut up!" Tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"The hell did ya just say ta me?"

"Aren't you tired of being scared, Jonny? Isn't it time he's scared of you?" It should've been impossible but it felt like they were speaking right into his eardrum. Right into his mind. "Don't you want them to be scared of you? To finally be in control." 

Jonathan paused, not even hearing what Nick was saying anymore, it was all muffled. The other teen's lips were moving but no sound came from them. Everything except for what Crow said was like it barely existed anymore. He was tired of this: tired of being afraid all the time. At first he thought it would end when she was gone, but then other bullies stepped up to take her place. Although nothing could compare to her it still was awful to still be so afraid of everything. 

"Yes." All sound came rushing back like a wave. His tears stopped flowing and he swore his heart was beating so loudly that Nick would be able to hear it. Then one voice cut through it all. 

"Good. Now, punch him. And aim for his neck!" Glee filled the voice.

Something dangerous sparked in Jonathan’s bright blue eyes, something that turned them icy towards his tormentor. The boy didn’t even have time to react as Jonathan clenched his fist and reeled it back.

“What the hell is wrong with you- Ack!” The teens voice was cut short as pain exploded in his neck causing him to gasp: opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water while he clasped a hand around his throat. He stumbled backwards staring wide-eyed at Keeny, a look of shock taking over his face. 

As Jonathan pulled his fist back he could only slightly feel the pain in his knuckles, most of it was being overtaken by the pure elation he felt coursing through his veins. He’d always wanted to do that: to fight back. The boy didn’t get a second to recuperate as Jonathan’s fist connected with his jaw. Then his nose. He would’ve punched him more but the boy mercifully fell back on his rear end.

“S-stop! Wh-what are ya doin’?” His voice shook with fear. Jonny had never fought back. Not really. 

A grin slowly spread across his lips; he could see the fear in his eyes. It was beautiful. Finally someone else was afraid instead of him. Then he looked further down and noticed the blood dripping from his nose. Oh god. He looked at his closed fist and saw his bloodied knuckles. “I-I… What did I do?” Jonathan backed away shakily. No. No, this was just like before. Why was he enjoying it?

“Shh. It’s okay Jonny.” The voice in his mind soothed. “Everything will be okay. In fact, everything is okay. You’re just giving the little insect what he deserves.”

“No, no, this is wrong.” He mumbled while backing up until his back hit the wall again. 

“Wrong?” A quiet chuckle came from his side as a creature moved around to the front of Jonathan: dark and spindly, shadows seeming to cover its entire body and flow off of it into the still air. Yellow eyes stared into blue. “Revenge isn’t wrong, Jonny. Don’t you remember how good it felt? The happiness and excitement you felt at finally getting back at the ones who hurt you. Don’t they deserve it?” They grinned so widely that it almost split their face in two with sharp pearly white teeth making it look even more sinister. “Trust me, Jonny. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.” Their mouth didn’t move as they spoke.

“I…” He could feel their clawed spider-like hand come up to cup his cheek. “... I know. But-”

“Shh.” Their other hand cupped the other side of his face, both hands giant against his human head. “Just relax Jonny. Let me handle this.” They watched as the teen’s eyelids slowly started to droop. “That’s it Jonny. Relax. I’ll handle this. You just rest now.” 

Darkness slowly started to fill Jonathan’s vision, an unexpected tiredness overtaking him. “... Okay.” He mumbled before he started to collapse to the ground. Unbeknownst to him he never fully made it to the grass. 

Jonathan awoke and bolted upright in his bed. In his bed? He stared down at the thinning mattress in confusion. Was it a dream? He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and put them on so that he could stare at his right hand: it was free of bruises and blood. It… it must’ve been a dream. 

Slowly, he got up out of bed and noticed he was, well, he was rather lacking any sort of clothes save for his boxers. “What?” He frowned uncomfortably and rushed to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Had he been so tired last night that he just completely forgot his nightly routine? 

He made his way to the bathroom to go about his normal routine, but stopped at the mirror looking into it to see if there was anything different. At first he was sure he was just paranoid, but then he noticed something he couldn’t earlier: there was a small spec of red on his neck. He stopped and stared at it before slowly scratching at the spot with his finger only to realize that he couldn’t feel anything there. Confused, he looked down to try and get a look at it, but couldn’t see anything and when he looked back into the mirror again the spot was gone.

“What’s wrong, Jonny? Did you have a nightmare again?” A voice asked from what sounded to be inside his mind. 

“... Nothing. I’m fine. Just had an odd thought is all.” 

“Want to talk about it?” The entity appeared in the mirror behind him. 

“... No. I don’t think I do.” In the end it didn’t matter. After all, he was just protecting himself if it did happen. The bully deserved whatever he got… and Jonathan hoped he got what he deserved and even more.

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WIP

“Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” A British voice rang out softly against the walls of the dilapidated building. If anyone saw the sight before them they might’ve thought they were hallucinating: the Scarecrow, in all his burlap, bandages, and stitches, knelt down trying to convince a terrified kitten to come out from under the almost broken couch. 

“Come on please. You’ll get hurt if you’re not careful darling” One clawed gloved hand was outstretched towards the little kitten. A pretty little black kitten with bright green eyes. Said kitten let out what he was certain was supposed to be a hiss, but it didn’t quite come out correctly. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Unbeknownst to Jonathan he had an audience. A dark shape stood behind him in the corner of the room shrouded by the darkness watching his every move. The Batman had been attempting to track Crane for two hours now, and thought he’d ran out of luck when he found him inside this broken down building: it had once been a mom and pop store. At first he thought this had to be a trap, but no, the man seemed entirely preoccupied with the cat beneath the couch. Unfortunately, he hadn’t the slightest idea as to why that had shifted his mood from Scarecrow to Crane again, but what he was saying certainly didn’t sound like Scarecrow. So, he watched and waited to see what would happen.

“Is it the mask?” The man questioned the kitten as if the tiny thing would answer him. “Maybe it’s the mask.” He didn’t give it much thought as he removed his witch-like hat and pulled off his mask: setting both items to the side on the floor. “See. I’m not so bad now, am I?” The kitten didn’t seem very impressed to him, still hissing when he made another attempt to grab it. “Stubborn little thing aren’t you?”

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