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batmanie · 13 days
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Psychology of Guilt
Scarecrow: stop publishing yourself for things you didn't do
Scarecrow: I'm sure there are plenty of things you've actually done that deserv punishment.
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 41
Hear me out, DP and DC crossover where Scarecrow is cousins with the Fentons. 
 His mother was siblings with Jack’s father, and both Jazz and Danny met ‘Uncle Jonathan’ during one of the many Fenton-Nightingale family reunions that happens every few years. Honestly, perhaps it’s what gets Jazz interested in psychology, hearing from her ‘uncle’ about fear and its effects.
 And honestly once they start having to deal with ghosts and having had to deal with their parents for years it’s not really hard to talk with their uncle. Crane still doesn’t know how he became these kids’ favorite uncle, or even all of the family kids’ favorite uncle-cousin, but that’s just how the family is. 
 Really he’s not even the only villain of the family, with both Jack and Maddie being close but not quite, even if they’re definitely mad scientists. Their son becoming a local hero, even if they’re not aware of that fact, is just ironic. 
 John knows. The two kids told him when they found out that Danny may or may not need to feed on fear now that he’s half ghost, and well he’s the specialist about the emotion so…
 At least they have someone to stay with when Jazz goes to Gotham university and brings Danny with her, even if the local vigilantes are concerned as to why Scarecrow attacks have suddenly took a nosedive…
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hallowsden · 1 year
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Uncle Scarecrow sketch :D
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Jonny ain't here to fuck around, y'all. Not when you're messing with someone in his perceived murder (flock/family)
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alicesbread · 26 days
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I really need to write a fic where Glinda sees Dorothy and goes "yup. You're my child now." And then after a torturing slowburn her and the wicked witch get together so Dorothy has aunt Em and Uncle Henry at home, and whenever she goes to Oz she has her witch lesbian moms waiting for her.
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f4nd0m-fun · 1 year
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More Uncle Scarecrow! This time with even more Angst
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It doesn't take long for Crane to notice the way his nephew holds himself. He's seen war up close, the kind in the streets, the kind between hero and villain. And then there's the wings. Or, rather, the lack of. The cloak Danny wears like a security blanket is almost enough to fool him, surely would fool a wingless, but Crane knows what to look for. His nephew can't fly, not by himself, the fact clearer than day.
Jonathan confronts him one day, worried. "Danny, what happened to your wings? Your parents, they didn't-"
Danny's eyes widened and he shook his head, cutting off his uncle. "No, no, I did it myself..."
"... what?!" He froze at Danny's expression, wondering just what had happened to him. "Sorry, what happened, if you want to share..."
"It... I was showing off to my friends, I was... electrocuted-" he shuddered, prompting Crane to wrap his arms and wings around him, causing the boy to hug in response. "Mom and dad had to take me for... an amp-"
"Shush, I heard enough, please don't push yourself."
Danny swallowed thickly, and looked up at him, tears pricking his eyes before he quickly wiped them off.
Crane may be a villain but he knew he had better lab safety than to let an untrained person, let alone a fledgling, into such an environment. He idly wondered about dropping off a canister of gas with his brother's family, though he supposed that would come later.
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curleds · 1 year
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U know when your parent just gives u random shit they find in the house for no reason.
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alice-racchelle · 4 months
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So I was thinking about the song "Somewhere other the rainbow" and then a readom thought came into mind. You know the part of the song where Dorothy says " there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby". Well, I was thinking about that part and I just thought, who tell Dorothy? Who was the one that sang the lullaby to her? Was it her parents, Aunt em and Uncle Henry, or was it even her three companions! Who knows!!! The way I see it was that her parents were either from oz or knew of oz and in their last moments with Dorothy, they sang the lullaby to her. Saying that one day they will all meet again in oz and be a happy family, or that Dorothy's real home is in oz, something like that. And years later, although she loves Aunt em, Uncle Henry and her friends, she can't help but to think of what her parents said and wishes she could go to the land her parents talk about. Which makes the song like 10x more sad, like even without this little theory of my, you can't help but to feel bad for Dorothy when she sings the song.
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acapelladitty · 2 months
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I have no idea what scenario could possibly lead to this but imagine a threesome with Scarecrow and Black Mask…ooh baby the SADISM of it all
My subby masochistic little self would be so satisfied before the irreversible psychological damage kicked in
Crane and Sionis: "We had a great time tonight."
My stupid ass:
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The best kind of laughter is evil laughter
Batman ‘66 Meets the Man from U.N.C.L.E. #3 || Scanned at 300dpi  
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fedorahead · 3 months
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i feel like i have some vague tween memory of thirsting after a wizard of oz character
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elijones94 · 4 months
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👠 Dorothy and Toto 👠🌪️
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Who wants some Scarecrow & Fright Knight art-
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hallowsden · 1 year
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DC x DP idea thing #1
Uncle Scarecrow Au
Essentially, in this AU thing, Maddie, and Jonathan Crane are cousins (their moms were sisters) that often see eachother when Maddie's family visits Georgia before contact was cut due to Grandma Marion and Great-Grandma Keeny
Jonathan and Maddie managed to reconnect for a year or two through letters when Maddie started college and Jonny boy is in the middle of getting his doctorate but lost contact after Maddie got busier with studies and Jonathan went to Gotham. They're on good terms with each other and once in a while in recent years, they'd give each other updates (and gifts. Danny and Jazz grew up hearing a bit from/about Jonathan when they were younger but stopped hearing about him around the time when he became the Scarecrow. So, let's just say when Danny's... 6? Ngl, DC timeline is messy and confusing at times)
Maddie and Jack only recently learned that Danny's a halfa, the ghost king at that, and accepts it. They start helping him wrangle up some of the rogue ghosts and throw them back to the GZ when not even a week later, the GIW started swarming Amity Park immediately.
This causes the Fenton Family to escape (though not unscathed) and end up going to Gotham, not just cause Jazz is studying there, or the fact that there's enough ambient ectoplasm energy there to cover up Danny's signature, but because Jack's apparently from there, has connections too, while Maddie knows that Jonathan could help. She's his favorite cousin after all and adores Danny and Jazz from the bits and pieces she sent him about them.
"Madeline," The man in the burlap mask nodded to her.
"Jonathan," she nodded back.
Danny can't help but feel tense and wary as he stares down at the tall figure in front of him. This was Uncle Jonathan? Don't tell him he's as big of a fruitloop as Vlad.
Maddie stares at him before raising an eyebrow, "I see you still aren't taking care of yourself as you should, huh, Jonny?"
He scoffs, southern accent becoming a bit more prominent as he spoke, "like you're anyone to talk about habits, Maddie. Intellect may run in our blood but having normal, sane habits aren't. Don't you remember Great-Grandma Mary?"
The two burst out into some chuckles.
"Glad you're still alive and well, then, cousin," Maddie says, taking the hood of her jumpsuit off along with her goggles.
"Likewise," Jonathan replies, taking his ratty hat and burlap mask off revealing a sharp, gaunt face with a long, hook nose, pale blue eyes, and rusty auburn-colored, bordering brown, hair, "Now, what's this about a government branch coming for little Danny, and how... Sensitive are you to gore and other graphic imagery of sorts?"
"I mean, I already died and have to fight ghosts-..." Danny piped up immediately, only to shut his mouth up just as quickly.
"... Remind me to set up a proper therapy session for you later, child."
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impishtubist · 1 year
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I am in desperate need of fic or art where Sirius and baby (or toddler) Harry dress up in matching Halloween costumes, please and thank you.
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f4nd0m-fun · 1 year
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Another bout of Uncle Jon Angst
So, in this AU, a strong enough ghost will have wings of its own, showing the fact that it is powerful, akin to how some animals have different marks to showcase danger. Clockwork switches between a Pygmy owl as a child, barn as an adult, and snowy as an elder. Pariah is crow through and through. After Danny became Pariah's Heir, he was gifted a cloak made of Clockwork's feathers, constantly shifting, with Pariah's mixed in as well, since they technically ghost-adopted him. This makes the cloak not only even more comforting beyond its weight to Danny, but a very powerful artifact in its own right. Pariah has also had most of his abilities sealed by Clockwork so someone can directly watch the ghostling that is Danny. So he's stuck in a crow form sticking with Danny (thank you @hallowsden for the Crow AU!) and protecting him. I HC Pariah as having a shadow core, which means he can vaguely form in dark areas, but it's kind of like Johnny's shadow beast. Another detail, I have written that only Halfas can become Ghost Kings/Queens, which means Pariah was one once. By sealing him and sending him with Danny, Clockwork hopes to restore some of his humanity. (Why do you think the Observants were so quick to want to kill Dan? They had seen it before in Pariah). Thankfully, it does work, though slowly.
Final note, Crane wasn't going to let him skip school, and Johan Welch is an asshole literature teacher at Gotham High (not the Academy). He also wasn't going to use his last name so the Bats could track the poor boy, so he used an old name the family dropped ages ago to enroll him. Anyway, actual thing is longer than the others and I've already said so much that... boom, an actual Read More! Also, it's midnight when I'm posting. 😅 Finally, Trigger Warning
It describes some of Danny's accident, including the loss of his wings, and shows a panic attack.
Danny was no stranger to bullies, whether it be lunch money, tests, or a punching bag they were after. He was also used to teachers who pushed their rules, who played favorites and sneered at those they thought of as less. At least he had his cloak, a secure weight upon his shoulders, much lighter than the crown he would day wear.
Mr. Welch seemed to zero in on his sour mood. "Nightingale?"
A sigh escaped his lips. "Yes, sir?"
"Tell me, in the Silmarillion, what is the moral behind the oath of Fëanor?"
He stared at the board a bit before glancing at the book in front of him. "I'm not certain, I think it’s that you shouldn’t promise something if you can’t actually do it?"
The teacher sighed. “No, Nightingale.”
There was a snicker behind him, Danny ignored it.
“Yes, Atkins? Can you answer?”
“Choosing violence in the heat of the moment will almost always end with suffering.”
“Good job.” He looked at Danny. “Now, was that so hard?”
“But-”
“You got it wrong, Nightingale.”
Danny hadn’t realized how close the teacher was until the cloak was yanked off his shoulders, feathers scattering. “No! Give that back!”
“You can have it after class is over.”
The laughter that had been bouncing through the room suddenly stopped at that; all the students knew better than to take another’s prized possession. Some money, maybe their homework, or even a jacket? All fair game. But anything that was clearly precious? You never knew how the kid would lash out.
Danny watched as the teacher walked away, but he did not take stock of the room itself. His wings, they were gone, seared away again. And he shook, like the shocks that wracked his form, mouth aiming to scream the silent terror that took over as his vocal cords were fried and healed time and time again until he had made his way out, wings in tatters, the scent of burning meat hovering over his f-
“Ghostling, you are not experiencing that anymore...” The tone was deep and stern, the barest hint of kindness underneath the ancient voice, mingling with a soft sorrow..
Danny continued to shake, but leaned into the cold warmth of armor and shadow. He had no idea where he was or how he’d arrived, but he was glad his p̸a̴t̷r̵o̸ was here for him.
“I guided you to a dark space as well as I could, it is hard for me to show after all.”
Danny didn’t pay too much heed to the words, merely listening to the soothing tones and trying to calm himself.
Pariah was determined to get that cloak back quickly, It was an important gift to his heir, and was too powerful to be left in the wrong hands. But, right now? All his focus was on the ghostling. “You can see the glow of my eyes, yes?”
Danny slowly looked up at his face and nodded weakly.
“What else?” Pariah mused as he waited for a response.
“The... light under the door...”
“Good. Again.” Perhaps it was a good think Tik had trapped them together in a loop until Pariah learned how to help the ghostling.
“Uh... there’s shelves in here.”
“Can you find anything else?” Thankfully, ghosts could see well in darkness, though Shadow Cores like himself did even better.
“I think I see a mop? P̸a̷t̵r̴o̷, are we in a closet?”
“Are you feeling better? Can you name something you can feel?” He hoped he didn’t forget anything until Danny was fully calmed.
“A... bit.”
He felt a smaller hand grab the figment of his own.
“I... can feel you, sorta. Your armor, your... essence..?”
He nodded. “What else?”
“The... floor. It’s solid.”
“Good. Give me ano-” Before he could finish, Pariah’s connection to the shadows was lost as the door opened. His form lasted not even a second in the light, but his hearing caught the reaction of both his heir and the intruder. Suddenly, the door was slammed and he felt the connection grow again, sighing softly as he returned. “Call your uncle,” he hesitantly began, hugging the ghostling again. “I don’t think you should stay here the rest of the day.”
“But your- my-”
“The cloak will be returned, I assure you, and whoever picks you up will make certain it is returned.”
Danny sighed heavily, and clung to Pariah as he fished his phone out of his pocket.
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nespolkei · 1 year
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FUCK IT,UNCLE JON
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