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SO i’m writing another jonathan crane smutfic (he is just so deliciously insane) and idk what sounds better:
like, yandere!dom!jon would probably lock you up because he thinks it’s the safest thing for his darling, but yandere!sub!jon would beg and plead on his knees asking you to let him kill anyone who’s a threat, so you can live unbothered. they’ve both got me sweatin’ so pls vote!!!
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acid-ixx · 4 months ago
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lovefool by the cardigans
— series concept ft. soft yandere dc! x bimbo/himbo reader
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soft yandere! dc characters x himbo/bimbo/careless reader... who's just a bundle of joy to be with... where all the villains have an agreement to never mess with you, hell even kidnap you occasionally from the arms of the heroes just to hear you rant endlessly about your 'mundane' life as if you weren't just abducted... where the heroes would quite frankly sometimes have to put you in some sort of human leash because you wouldn't literally panic if there's a gun pointed against you...
the urge to make a shitpost/romcom series just because i listened to lovefool by the cardigans... no idea of platonic/romantic but i'm just moving on with the flow... a bit more on the romantic side ig...
i'm going feral at the thought of a wild goose chase with you, because one second you're bundled up in the arms of the justice league, each one of them scheduled to strictly watch over you, another is stationed near the door as they'd be the one to get you anything you want or need— then suddenly you're at a villain's lair that houses all the bad guys and then oops! you accidentally inhaled the scarecrow's fear gas but you're not reacting?! is your mind filled with air...? all your response was a quirk of your eyebrows and a question that's just "is there any signal here? the league told me to call me if i'm in any trouble...?" which then you would quickly take back and instead would smile at them like some goons didn't just threaten you with a knife to your neck just because you screamed, calling the scarecrow's mask a sack of moving, possessed potatoes.
originally, most villains would whisk you away from the arms of your vigilante babysitters but then they discover you're just a bundle of joy who laughs at the shittiest joke anyone could make, who snorts at their 'funny' antics and words, who grins when they take pictures of you to use as bait that you're being held hostage. it kind of goes to the point that their original plans all go to waste and they decide to just, take you all for themselves. they don't even know how you were able to survive being thrown around carelessly by the shoulders of big, muscular men, but they're more jealous at the image of you giggling and running your hands through muscles arms and toned abs; so they took it in themself to be the ones to guide you through your now makeshift room, hoping you would fawn over them with those cute stars in your eyes...
and if you were taken back into the arms of the vigilantes? oh god, the heroes can't even scold you because you'd be already hugging the next person in the room, babbling endlessly about your adventures with the villains and ignoring their seething envy with just how much you brag about how some are "too hot to be evil! i think i can change them!" because why are you talking about some randoms who just kidnapped you for their own gain when you have them right there? no way are you now getting out of their sights, them trying so hard to even distract you from going outside because "it's just too dangerous to be out there, boo! you're safe with us."
and you just nod your head with that toothy grin of your! are you seriously unaware of how much the richest of the rich are willing to pay for just an hour of your already shining presence? hell, you're just too... out of it, to the point you'll be the one who discovers their secret identities just by accidentally noticing details that nobody with functioning thoughts would even think about.
"batman! you must be bruce wayne, right?" you randomly approach him one day, with a foot tapping the floor impatiently. you stare at him like you had made a scientific discovery.
"... how do you know...?"
"'cause you're both hot and rich and whenever i get a feel of mr. wayne's abs, they're the same size as yours—!" and you continue to guess his children's identities all correctly with a quip of how hot they are or how you wish one you were fit and toned enough to have honkers as big as them...
... that night, you're spending it in the batcave with bruce and his children trying their damn best to brainwash you into keeping their identities a secret, to which you reply with a nod and an airheaded smile. but then the moment they remove you from the straps constricting you in a comfy bed, you'll be running off to alfred, ranting about how you can't believe that you guessed their personas right and if he knew it all along too...
huh, guess that's what makes you all the more charming.
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a/n: please do comment or send in asks if you're interested in this as much as i am... i wrote this in quick succession and altho i am planning to make this series a shitpost one or a lighthearted romcom one, i rlly want to amp the yandere-ness hehe. it was fun writing this albeit it being written in about 10 minutes or less. ignore the header ill change it soon 🫦
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vegasisthinking · 1 month ago
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Me when I find a good reader!fanfic but it uses Y/N (i can’t read it without feeling like a 14 year old)
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yandereunsolved · 7 months ago
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— Yandere Jonathan Crane —
"Do you know where you are?
"Arkham Asylum."
"Good. Your memory is improving. Are you still having those dreams?"
"Yes."
"I want you to describe them to me again. I know you don't remember much."
"I-It was extremely dark out. I remember that. There was this strange smell in the air. It goes blank after that. I vaguely remember feeling someone's hands ghost my body. When I woke up, it was a massacre. They were dead all around me."
"You had a psychotic breakdown. There was a leaking gas pipe that caused you to hallucinate. When the Gotham police came to the crime scene they say they saw you with a mask in hand."
"It was more like a straw bag. I-I don't remember ever having anything like that before... except for when you—"
"I see the light bulb appearing above your head. You are very smart, you know? That's why I picked you."
"Scarecrow."
"Such an astute observation. I wouldn't suggest you start screaming. No one will believe someone diagnosed as clinically insane, especially not someone who committed mass murder, such as yourself. I see you are sobbing now. It's a natural bodily reaction to relieving stress. Would you like a tissue, my dear?"
"Why?"
"Oh? You ask the predator why it stalks its prey? That's a question I am delighted to answer. It's simple, really. I am intoxicated by you."
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gothamitelove · 8 months ago
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yandere nolanverse scarecrow hcs?
ooh you fucking got it. sorry this took forever i forgot it was in my DRAFTS not my inbox
yandere!nolanverse!jonathan crane headcanons:
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lemme just say he gets FAR worse during the dark knight rises. before that, it's still bad! but then it absolutely gets Worse.
he is every type of yandere. dude is manipulative, he's deeply possessive, he's absolutely a stalker, and he's intelligent, which makes him dangerous
he notices you before you notice him. and once he does, he's absolutely hooked.
he follows you, collecting any information he can find on you. (this is quite a lot- he knows how to get into your medical records, and the internet is a wonderful place for finding people's personal information)
he wants to study you. you're fascinating to him
he's slightly hesitant to approach you in person, because for all he knows about you, he doesn't want to be let down
and now to get weird. he will drug you. handy little example here: if you're depressed, you end up with antidepressants mixed into your drinks. it's like that
will kill the guys you go out with. they're all insolent little boys who think they get to have what's his and there's a punishment for that.
he's not the type to be swayed by emotional outbursts and certainly not the kind to feel guilty about anything he's done, so don't even try it, cause it won't work.
would kidnap you. and he keeps you comfortable but your room is essentially escape-proof. it's like babyproofing but worse and just. more so
is capable of being both kind to you and cruel when he needs to be. he can play rough, don't test him
you don't find out about his... tendencies until it's far too late. this is by design. but if you are looking for them, you'll find them in his eyes. they're always a little too intense when it comes to you.
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lonleywriters-blog · 6 months ago
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Heyyyy I really liked ur soft yandere Jonathan Crane and was wondering if you could expand more on it? Like what happens if reader does small rebellion like not eating or something. What would he do?
Thank u
Alright babes I'll try my best on this, haven't written in awhile.
Soft yan. Jonathan Crane with rebellious reader who won't eat
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Johnathan was sat in front of you, a bowl of soup in one hand and a spoon in the other. His face was stern, but he was careful to keep his expression soft. He'd never want to scare you, or think he is mad at you. No he'd never be mad at you, he's just frustrated at himself. He must be doing something wrong, maybe he isn't cooking what you like. He shakes his head focusing back on you, sitting in a chair, your wrist and ankles bound gently with silk. He didn't want it to come to this but you wouldn't eat, no matter what he tried. He lets out a sigh and gives you a stern look, stirring the warm soup before speaking.
"You have to eat darling. I don't want to have to force you." He leans forward and lifts the spoon up to your lips. When you don't open your mouth he lets out a small huff of annoyance. He gently grabs your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him.
"You eat now or I'll have to go grab some of my equipment from the basement. I would really hate to have to put a tub on the pretty face darling."
He looked up at you in a way that made you very sure that was not an empty threat. You looked away from him for a second, you would win this battle just to lose the war if you refused again. Hesitantly you sip the soup off the spoon. Jonathan let's go of your jaw and pats your head, stroking your head gently. He husband kisses your forehead.
"Thank you sweetheart, you're doing so well."
He moves back getting the bowl back off the table to feed you more. He was content with this, it's not much but it's enough for him to know you have some nutrition. He hums a gentle time and gives you sweet praises as you finally eat for him.
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blakeswritingimagines · 2 months ago
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Bad Feeling
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Summary: Your once again pulled in by your boyfriend and his crazed ways.
Warnings: Stalking, Established relationship, Yandere Jonathan, use of fear toxin, Handcuffs, talk of crying and being scared of him, Talk of ownership, Unprotected sex, No use of Y/n or gendered pet names.
Word count: 2.5k
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC/Marvel characters nor do I claim to own them.
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Once upon a time, there was a troubled and obsessive man named Jonathan Crane, a master in the field of fear and terror. He had an unhealthy obsession with his partner, who he believed was perfect in every way. He would watch your every move, follow you everywhere you went, and even break into your home at night just to watch you sleep.
As time passed, Jonathan's obsession with you started to consume him. He wanted to keep you all to himself, like a collector who hoards precious treasures. He would watch your every move, every expression, and every breath, trying to understand your inner thoughts and desires. As you started to notice Jonathan's strange and obsessive behavior, you became increasingly uncomfortable. You tried to talk to him about it, but he was reluctant to listen, always insisting that his actions were only out of love and protection. He would gift you with flowers every day, but they felt more like shackles, binding you to him. As you tried to communicate your discomfort and set boundaries, Jonathan became defensive and refused to listen. He believed that his actions were for the sake of their love and safety. As you became more withdrawn Jonathan's obsession grew. To him, you were a possession and the idea of losing you was unbearable. His love had turned into possessiveness, and his protective gestures had become controlling.
As Jonathan's obsession intensified, his possessive nature escalated. He would install hidden cameras in your home, monitoring your every move and conversation. He would intercept your phone and text messages, always wanting to keep track of who you were talking to or where you were going. You continued to feel trapped and suffocated by Jonathan's actions. He would become aggressive and intimidating when you tried to go out with friends or family, always insisting on being by your side. You began to fear leaving your house as you knew he would be lurking, watching, and judging every move. Late one night, as you lie restless in bed, you hear a faint knock at your balcony window. You hesitantly walk over and see Jonathan standing there, his face illuminated by the moonlight. "My dearest," he whispers, "I couldn't bear the thought of spending another night apart from you. Please, let me in." Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Jonathan through the glass. Despite your fear and unease, a part of you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of sympathy for him. He was your lover, after all, and you had shared so many moments together. "Jonathan," you whispered back, "I'm trying to sleep. Please, just…"
Jonathan smiles softly and his eyes gleam with determination, "My love, sleep can wait when our hearts are calling out to each other. Can't you feel it? Our connection is too powerful to ignore. Let me in, and I'll prove it to you. Together, we can conquer anything." He presses his fingers against the window pane as if to reach out and touch your face. Your resolve begins to waver as Jonathan's words and gestures soften your defenses. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and you long for the comfort and security of his presence. "Alright," you whisper reluctantly, opening the window to let him in. As soon as you open the window, Jonathan steps through and takes you into a tight embrace. He holds you close, nuzzling his face into your hair. "My love, you're finally where you belong. Just let me be your protector, your guide. Let the rest of the world fade away. Just focus on us." His voice is soothing, and you find yourself being lulled into a sense of calmness, but a nagging feeling lingers in the back of your mind about the true nature of Jonathan's affection. Your emotions were mixed. You felt comfort in Jonathan's embrace, but there was also a subtle unease, an awareness that something was not quite right about this situation. But under Jonathan's spell, you found yourself relaxing into his hold, your breaths slowing down as your heart rate returned to normal.
His grip tightens around you, pulling you closer still. "Don't worry my dear, everything will be fine." He whispers softly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. A smirk forms on his lips as he feels your body relax against him. He knows he has you now, completely under his control. He releases you slowly, giving you time to adjust before stepping back. "Now, let's get out of here and go back to my place now." You let out a shaky breath as Jonathan releases you. The words he whispers into your ear cause your heart to flutter, and a part of you wonders if you're overthinking the situation. "Go back to your place?" you echo. "But it's so late and I don't have anything packed," you say reluctantly. You feel a bit uneasy at the thought of going with Jonathan at this hour, but there's something strangely comforting about his presence. His eyes gleam with a wicked delight as he observes your hesitation. "Nonsense, my dear. We can pick up whatever you need in the morning. For tonight, all that matters is us." He extends a hand towards you, his fingers slightly curling, beckoning you to take it. "Come, let's go home." You felt a strange flutter in your stomach as Jonathan extended his hand towards you. His words were smooth and intoxicating, a part of you wanted to just give in to his every request. Hesitantly, you took his outstretched hand. You felt a slight jolt as your fingers touched his, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. The feeling was both thrilling and unsettling. Despite your reservations, you knew there was no turning back now. You were in too deep.
Once inside his apartment, Jonathan locks the door behind you. Turning to face you, he closes the distance between you with a few quick strides. His hands reach for your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You can almost hear the beating of his heart, fast and eager. "This is what you want, isn't it? To be held by someone who truly cares for you?" He asks, his voice low and seductive. Under Jonathan's spell, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your body pressed firmly against his. You couldn't deny the fact that you did want this, to be held by someone who truly cared for you. But something in the back of your mind kept whispering that this wasn't right. You tried to ignore it, to lose yourself in the moment, but the unease grew louder with each passing second. "Jonathan, I'm… I'm not sure…" you murmur, your voice was weak and unsure. Feeling your hesitation, Jonathan leans down, capturing your lips with his own in a passionate kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, tasting every inch of you. His hands roam freely over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts. He breaks the kiss only to trail soft kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Shh, don't think, just feel," he whispers huskily against your skin.
You moaned softly as Jonathan's lips met yours, the taste of his kiss sending shivers down your spine. His lips traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake. As Jonathan continued to whisper to you, your resistance seemed to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of desire and need. You felt yourself responding to his touch, to his words, unable to stop the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As much as you wanted to maintain control, you knew you were slipping into the abyss of Jonathan's control.
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Feeling your surrender, Jonathan lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you towards the bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed, his gaze devouring every curve of your body. He strips off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. His eyes never leave yours as he unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his underwear. "I've waited so long for this moment," he confesses, his voice thick with lust. Your breath hitches as Jonathan strips down to his most exposed, his body a vision of toned muscle and desire. You feel a stirring deep within you, as Jonathan confesses his longing for this moment. But despite the overwhelming desire that's flooding your senses, there is still a part of you that feels uneasy, a nagging doubt that won't let go of you. You try to push it aside, trying to focus on the burning need for affection and love that Jonathan is giving you. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jonathan looks down at you with a predatory grin. His member stands erect, throbbing with need. He climbs onto the bed, straddling you, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips. His hands roam over your body, pinching and teasing your nipples until they harden. "Let me show you how much I care for you," he growls, leaning down to capture your nipple between his teeth, biting gently.
A sharp intake of breath escapes from your lips as Jonathan teases your sensitive nipples, the sensation causing a surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. You arch your back, pushing yourself further into his grasp, craving more of his touch. His bite sends a shockwave of pleasure-pain coursing through you, making your toes curl. You can't help but moan loudly, lost in the haze of desire that's consuming you. Hearing your moans, Jonathan smirks, pleased by the effect he's having on you. He continues his assault on your chest, alternating between licking, sucking, and biting your nipples until they're red and swollen. One hand trails down your body, finding the hem of your clothes. He slips his hand underneath, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh, inching higher and higher until he reaches your own excitement. "You're already so ready for me. Tell me how much you want this." His other hand moves to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp for air.
"Yes, Jonathan!" you cry out, your body trembling with need as his fingers dance across your sensitive flesh. The combination of his touch and the pressure on your throat sends you spiraling, your head spinning with a dizzying mix of pleasure and submission. "Please, I want you so badly. I need you inside me." Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of his touch, desperate for the release that only he can provide. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you surrender completely to his control, your very existence narrowing down to nothing more than a vessel for his desires. You know this is wrong, but you can't bring yourself to care anymore. All that matters is satisfying the hunger that Jonathan has ignited within you. With a satisfied smirk, Jonathan removes his hand from your throat, allowing you to breathe more easily. His fingers continue their exploration of your body, dipping lower to tease at your entrance before sliding back up to touch more. He watches your reactions closely, taking pleasure in your cries and moans. "You're such a good pet, always wanting more," he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.
With a swift movement, Jonathan produces a small vial from his pocket. It's filled with a clear liquid - the infamous fear toxin he uses in his experiments. He uncorks it, bringing it close to your nose. The scent is potent, making your head spin even more. Without warning, he pours some of the liquid onto his finger, rubbing it onto your nipples, enhancing the sensitivity even further. Then, without another word, he takes hold of your wrists, securing them above your head with a pair of handcuffs. He wants you helpless, vulnerable, and entirely at his mercy. Your eyes widen in shock and fear as you realize what Jonathan has done. The fear toxin begins to take effect, amplifying all your emotions and sensations tenfold. Your nipples feel like they're on fire, the slightest brush against them sending jolts of painful pleasure straight to your growing arousal. And now, with your wrists cuffed above your head, you're completely at Jonathan's mercy, unable to escape his twisted games. Panic starts to set in, but it's quickly overshadowed by an overwhelming urge to please him, to do anything he says. You whimper, tears streaming down your face, torn between the terror of being trapped and the sickening realization that you crave his touch more than ever.
Satisfied with your reaction, Jonathan leans down, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin. "That's it, my dear, let it all out. Show me how much you enjoy this," he whispers, his voice laced with both cruelty and pleasure. He lowers himself between your legs, his member throbbing with anticipation. With a single thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. You scream out in ecstasy, your entire body shaking from the force of it. The feeling of Jonathan entering you is indescribable, a perfect storm of pain and pleasure that leaves you writhing beneath him. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more intense than the last. The fear toxin amplifies everything, turning each touch into agony and bliss, driving you closer to the edge with every passing second. You scream louder, your voice raw from the intensity of your pleasure, your body convulsing under Jonathan's relentless assault.
Driven by your screams, Jonathan picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. He leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, silencing your cries momentarily. His free hand travels down your body, exploring every curve and crevice, igniting new sensations wherever he touches. He pulls back from the kiss, his breath ragged against your ear. "Tell me who you belong to," he demands, his voice a low growl. "I… I'm yours, Jonathan," you manage to choke out between sobs and moans, your mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations. "Only yours." The words taste bitter on your tongue, but you know they're true. In this moment, you belong to him completely, your body and soul his to command. As the fear toxin courses through your veins, you find yourself craving his dominance, needing it like air as your fear creeps in that he'll leave you. You surrender to him fully, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room as he claims you as his own. "Please."
Jonathan's eyes gleam with triumph at your submission. He pounds into you mercilessly, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. "That's right, give yourself to me completely," he snarls, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're mine, and I'll use you however I want." With a final, brutal thrust, Jonathan reaches his climax, filling you with his seed. He collapses on top of you, his weight crushing, but you welcome it, craving the physical proof of his possession. As the waves of pleasure slowly recede, Jonathan rolls off you and leans down, kissing you softly, almost tenderly. "Good pet," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "You did so well today." leaving you spent and shaking on the bed. He gazes down at you with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, more primal. "Rest now, pet. We have much more fun ahead of us."
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helpfandom · 9 months ago
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could I request prompts 1+10 for nolanverse scarecrow? You can choose wether or not you wanna do it romantic or platonic
I know that this was requested a long time ago, but I need time to cook for stories like these /hj.
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Oh, this? Don't worry, the blood isn't mine."
"Well, there's no point for me to keep up the act anymore is there?"
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Continuing your route to Arkham for your daily visit to the hospital, you ignore the violence on the streets, keeping your mind focused on your priority. You were visiting Arkham again for your friend, seeing as they had asked you to visit. You actually liked visiting those with genuine medical conditions rather than those like Victor Zsaz who have none, but use it as a way to escape jail.
Using your visitors pass to easily get into the part of the asylum you actually wanted to visit, you pause in the hallway when you see Crane, as he is usually no where to be found during visiting hours. He pauses as well, when you look up, his face had changed from a smile to a neutral expression.
"Hello, Dr. Crane, you're not hiding like you typically are." He chuckles, not a long chuckle though, simply a few sounds. "No, I'm not, I was visiting a patient." "Well, that's rare." He softly shakes his head, "Rare for you, but I actually do my job unlike a few others."
A slight, polite, chuckle from you, and the eerie silence settles. You look awkwardly at him before giving up mentally and giving a slight wave. "Well, bye." You continue walking off, and when you glimpse behind him, you see a burlap mask in his hand.
You whip your head around again, and focus on getting to the room, deciding to talk about it later to someone who wouldn't spill about it to Crane.
Upon reaching the room, you put the visitor pass up to the lock on the door and open it, there was no window in the door, seeing as they had clawed at the glass and almost broke it, so you had to open the door to see inside.
But inside was your friend strapped to a chair with duct tape taped over their head, the only thing open being the nose hole, with little screams being let out by them.
You gasp, and then turn around, forgetting the door and rush over to where you had seen Crane. You run down the hallway, hand hitting the wall to guide you as you turn and use the force to push you to where Crane was.
"Dr. Crane! Dr!" He turns around at the sound of you calling his name, and his title, with a concerned look on his face. "Yes, what's the matter?" He raises an eyebrow at you running at him, after all, you rarely ever talk to him, but you seem in distress and call on him first?
He grabs your shoulders, and steadies you before you slam into the wall. "What seems to be the matter?" You gasp a little bit, and start talking a bit faster than normal. "My friend is tied down to a chair and has duct tape all over, I think someone hurt them!"
His face turns to a surprise expression and he starts walking briskly to where that room is, having grabbed your arm to steady you and bring you.
You both arrive at the room with the door still open, so he rushes inside while you stand outside, frozen at the sight of your friend like this. Crane begins undoing the duct tape and bindings, and the rush out, attacking what they see.
They hit you, screaming and crying their eyes out while pummeling their fists into your torso, attempting to claw at you. "STOP! IT'S EVERYWHERE! HELP!" They scream, attracting the security guards. The security guards run over and grab them off of you, but it's almost too late, you've sustained substantial injuries.
They take them away to a different room, and Crane walks over to you with a dazed look on his face. "Are you alright dear?" He crouches down and looks at you, inspecting what may or may not be wrong. He grabs the back of your head gently, lifting it while you get reoriented. "I think I'll take you to the infirmary."
He stands up, bending over to help you up, and as you stand, puts his hand on your back to stabilize you. "Don't worry, the infirmary has plenty of stuff, this sort of thing happens all the time. We'll get some ice for your head and go from there, okay?" "SCARECROW!" The screams from your friend echo in the hallways, but they get silenced as they get put into a differing cell, a padded one.
A few tears slip out of your eyes, even though it doesn't make sense to be crying, but their screams invoke a primal sense of pain, of fear. That, mixed with the pain of fingers attacking, attempting to fight in desperation, biting like a rabid dog in a corner, lead to a few tears.
You two walk in silence, or rather, silence between you two. The facility is all aflutter with sounds, after all a regular who visited often was attacked, and attacked by a passive person, someone who was nearing being able to leave.
The walk is long, but he hands you a handkerchief he had in his pocket, and holds you steady as you walk. Slowly, you near the infirmary. As you enter, you notice it's primarily empty, the only other people there being a guard who was sleeping, and the nurse on call.
"Oh, honey, what happened?" She asks, cupping your face and inspecting your eyes. She lets go of your face and walks over to the fridge with ice and medications that need to be frozen, grabbing a bag with ice and handing it to you. "Dr. Crane, d-do you know what happened?" She stutters when she sees it's Crane specifically who brought you here.
He gestures in the direction of you, watching as you sit down on a cot. "Are they okay?" The nurse sighs, "I don't know, I have to check for concussions and the like, do you know what happened?" He nods. "I'll write a report, focus on them for now, and then I'll tell you what happened."
He walks off, leaving you in the room with the snoring security guard, who she then wakes up and he walks off, before walking over and asking questions. "Do you have any cuts? Any bruises, or spots that particularly hurt?" You groan, and whisper no to the questions, just the shock and hitting your head being the issues. "M'kay, honey, I'm going to have you rest here a little bit and then after a while you can tell me more about your head, that sound good?"
You nod, making your brain feel funky and sloshy, and lay down on the cot. "S-sorry ma'am." "No need to apologize honey, it wasn't your fault was it?" "N-no. You're right, I guess." You fight the urge to go onto your phone, instead thinking what happened through.
After a few minutes, the intercom sparks on, calling for her. "Nurse Cherry, we need you at room 23. Nurse Cherry, room 23." She rushes out, apparently that was a room of great importance, seeing the way she ran, and you close your eyes slightly.
Footsteps echo down the hallway as it spurs you to sit up to see who's coming. It wasn't the Nurse's flats, but rather Crane's shoes clacking against the linoleum.
He leans against the door frame, a bit of blood splattered upon his shirt and lab coat. The blood startles you, so you jolt. "C-Crane?! Are you okay?" You rush over to him and drop the ice, checking if he's okay. "Oh, this? Don't worry, the blood isn't mine." He responds, a slight smile upon his face.
"W-what?" He begins moving closer to you. "Well, there's no point for me to keep up the act anymore is there? After all, they weren't supposed to hurt you, so I had to gas them more. I found out the amount of fear gas someone can take before their mind dissolves."
You back away, but he reaches out and grabs your shoulder as he had done when he helped you up. "C-Crane?" He chuckles, "Oh no dear, Crane checked out, Scarecrow's in town."
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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago
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May I request a yandere scarecrow concept?
Please and thank you!
You requested no specific version of Scarecrow so I kept it general. So this takes from no specific comic, series, movie, or game. Defaulted to romantic to make things easier. This feels a bit lame but I struggled to figure out where to take this without repeating myself.
This one certainly dips into more sadistic horror territory... perfect for Halloween, lol.
However, I did use this lore video.
General Yandere! Scarecrow Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Manipulation, Violence/Canon-typical violence, Drugging, Forced affection under the influence mention, Kidnapping, Psychological torture, Forced relationship (?)
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The most basic understanding of Jonathan Crane is he's a man that takes sadistic pleasure in the fear of others.
He uses his fear toxin to manipulate those who inhale it, making them see nightmares.
All hallucinations for the most part, but in mass quantities it can be deadly.
Since this is no specific version, I can't find a specific plot for this concept to take place.
However, maybe you were a patient of his at some point or some poor hero he decided to target.
Crane seems like he'd be very manipulative of you due to his toxin.
How he feels towards you, no matter how you meet, is he sees you as another victim.
Another person to manipulate and leech off of with his fear toxin.
Yet over time, as his obsession takes place, he starts to see the beauty of your fear.
What Crane usually does is drug others up on his toxin before torturing them for his own pleasure.
With you, it's different.
When it comes to you Crane just wants to observe you scramble about in complete hysteria.
The sight fills him with a new craving.
He likes that you seem so helpless and at his mercy.
It satiates yet another sadistic desire in him.
He may even interpret as you needing him to rely on.
After all, he's the only one who can make the drugs stop!
I feel the core behavior of a Yandere! Scarecrow would be him making you compliant with his fear toxin.
You have no idea where you are or what's real and the fear that's radiating off you is delicious to him.
Crane shows up as you own personal devil.
That or some sort of comfort in your nightmares, depending on how he feels.
The end goal is certainly to manipulate you into needing him for one reason or another.
Messing with your mind enough may just achieve that goal.
Really the only one that can save you from this situation is Batman himself.
Crane would get distracted by Batman due to him being the only one that scares him.
Which means Batman can scoop your disoriented body up and flush the toxin out of you once you're safe and out of Crane's reach.
Your first meeting would be through this way no doubt.
Crane decides to pick you to play around with, only to be interrupted by Batman ruining the fun.
Crane ends up developing a need to find you.
He finds your fear appealing, you look so cute in your fearful state.
To watch you scampering for help is joyful to him.
When he pretends to play your savior through your nightmares is funny to him as you stare at him with dazed eyes.
It's a shame Batman ruined such a new feeling.
Oh well... he'll find you again at some point.
Well... he does!
Many times, actually.
This is what develops his obsession.
This urge... this need to manipulate you into needing him drives him.
He wants to drag you into a never-ending pit of fear.
Yet he also wants to cage you in his arms and never let go, like a monster digging its claws into its prey.
Crane's obsession appears like it would be primarily sadistic in nature.
At least... that's how I see him based on what I've seen.
In a way he begins to care for you but overall finds you more appealing under his toxin.
The more he gets his hands on you, the more he finds sadistic pleasure in you pleading for him to help you.
He falls in love with the way you turn to him.
He can't help but reach out and hold you as you shiver, cry, and scream due to the toxin.
It's all a melody he loves, he almost wants to lean in and kiss you while you struggle.
He may just do it.
Crane is one who grows more attracted to you when you're afraid.
Call it a... kink of sorts I suppose.
The idea of restraining you comes to mind.
He alters doses of the toxin to make sure you don't hurt yourself.
If he wanted to hurt people, he can choose others.
When it comes to you he just likes to watch you scared.
In his eyes he plans to become close to you... close enough to be a lover in his eyes.
I say in his eyes as to you... he's your captor and torturer.
He hunts you down specifically.
To the point he's just chosen to lock you away to inhale toxins all day.
You're terrified in general... but even more of him.
While you suffer hallucinations and your mind betraying you, Crane sees you as a partner.
The man has a sick interest in you, occasionally kissing and holding you while you hallucinate.
Maybe there's times he relents and lowers your dosage... but for the most part, he's in it for the fear.
Maybe he'll even grow to love you without the toxin in your system.
For the most part, Crane's obsession involved indulging in his fear filled fantasies with you.
It's unknown if he's fallen for you... or your fear.
It's hard to see him as caring yet he cares about you to some degree.
For one reason or another... the Scarecrow has fallen for you...
Once he finds you... he doesn't plan on letting you breathe another breath of fresh air if it means he'll see your beautiful fear all of the time... for as long as he wishes.
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angelyuji · 7 months ago
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breathe
dr jonathan crane x reader
warnings: kidnapping, torture via fear gas, scarecrow is a bad guy, slight stockholm syndrome, yandere but also at the same time its scarecrow.... so its just him ig, lmk if i missed anything!
this was a request sorry this is so late baddie
every day was torture.
“deep breath in.” his low, dark voice sent tingles down your spine. you used to fight against him, but you couldn’t tell day or night anymore. you didn’t have the fire in you anymore. “come on, sweetheart. open your eyes for me.” you sluggishly open your eyes and see his piercing gaze full of unsettling curiosity. “good, good.” he uses his fingers to pry your eyelids open and shine a light in. it vaguely reminds you of going to the doctors. you hear the click of a recorder before he starts to speak. “three. eighteen. eight. twenty-six. subject has red eyes and dilated pupils. the fear gas is working as intended every night, but with more exposure, more resistance is building. a stronger strain needs to be created for the plan to work.” he puts the light away and releases your eyelids. you watch as he walks out of your sight.
you call out, weakly, “help…” hoping someone will hear your weak cries, but just like yesterday and the day before, no one comes to your aid. you let your eyes close before taking a deep breath. you use up all of the energy you have left in you to scream, “HELP M-” a hand slaps painfully against your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“now now, darling…” he presses his mouth into a thin line. “this kind of behavior is not… tolerated here. not after all the work it took to find us a quiet place to work.” you can hardly see through your tears. his hand leaves your mouth to your waist, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. you let him touch, desperate for a kind touch. you lean into his touch, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. you hear a dark chuckle and mumbling, “interesting. so… needy.” he smirks, hand moving to your waist to your hair.
“doctor…” you whimper as he pets your hair.
“yes, darling?” he whispers into your ear.
“please let me go home…” you whisper. his hand stops moving. it drifts from your hair to your neck, slowly tightening.
“what did you say?” you hear irritation in his voice.
“please dr. crane-” you couldn’t get the words out as he tightens the hand around your throat. you choke, hands flying to free your neck. you kick, but he climbs on top of you, holding your legs down.
“how many times do i have to tell you that this behavior is not tolerated here?” you hear something hiss and spot a tank. you could feel yourself start to lose consciousness when he lifts the mask to your face. “breathe.”
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soapskies · 1 year ago
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Could you write yandere Nolanverse!Jon general yandere hcs ? your writing is amazing btw ❤️
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GEN. YANDERE NOLANVERSE SCARECROW
MALE READER. ROMANTIC HCS. CW FOR SUGGESTIVE/YANDERE STUFF.
— edit: deleted credit because I didn’t actually end up using their divider :,)
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Jonathan can’t stand being away from you for too long. You invade his thoughts every waking hour, and it’s starting to interfere with his work…
He thumbs through every file of yours he can get his hands on; you seem to be a pretty average guy, so what draws him to you? For once the psychologist struggles to understand his own thinking.
Surely you wouldn’t mind it if he… observed you from a distance, right? On your way home, and to work, and so on…
It fills him with rage when people try to get close to you, but he’s able to keep his cool. He likes to have his hand in yours, or around your shoulders, glaring down whoever dares to bother you. Not many are willing to cross him.
God does running his hands over your rough skin bring him such ecstasy, especially when he inches towards your groin…
Lotta situations where the two of you end up in locked rooms together, either “coincidently” or because the good doctor only wants to discuss something with you... so he says.
He steals anything of yours he can get his hands on, mostly clothing. He likes to bury his face into them. Your scent is enough to make the blood rush to his face…
It doesn’t help that his obsession with you makes him fumble his dark secret.
“Do you like the mask? It looks better under the effects of the toxin…”
He won’t make a mistake like that again. You might be tougher than he thought.
He loves forcing you to stare at him when you try to look away, especially when he’s doing things to you… that spark of terror in your eyes excites him.
“It’s alright, you’re okay… You can’t help them anymore. They’re so lost in their fear, they can’t console themselves.
Jonathan will make you listen to the screams of your loved ones while he pins you to the wall and whispers sweet nothings into your ear…
Oh, are they scaring you? They don’t deserve a man like you. I can make it all feel better. Let me take care of you.” 🎃
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writers-wrongs · 8 months ago
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Could you please write yandere headcanons for Fear State Scarecrow x gn reader? (I love that scruffy little redhead and there's nearly not enough content for him, but if you can't, then maybe for Zero Year or BTAS??)
now, i unfortunately know jack about fear state, but i can certainly provide with some btas!
yandere!btas!scarecrow x gn!reader
-hes just doing his thing, spreading fear throughout gotham, when he hears some screams that are oddly... enticing
-after all this time as scarecrow, screams of terror have gotten a bit stale, but these ones are like a breath of fresh air
-he follows the noise to find you: shaking, curled in a ball on the ground, and making the most adorable face as you scream and cry
-seeing such a display, how can he not take you home as a test subject?
-you wake up in a cell, with scarecrow on the other side of the bars. he explains that youre going to be his little lab rat
-expect regular doses of fear toxin. he just loves the sounds of your screams, and your scared face is so cute!
-that said, he is a psychologist at heart, so he'll also have little chats with you after each dose wears off. what you saw, where those fears couldve come from, etc
-and as he gets to know you, he gets... curious. something about you intrigues him, but you always close off before he can see what it is
-so one night, he brings some nicer dinner than what you usually get, and he joins you in your cell for a meal. he says its to see how you react to him without the effects of fear toxin, but he really just wants to get to know all of you
-you get to know him too. he tells you his name (and he insists you start calling him jonathan), tells you about his life before becoming scarecrow, and he even takes off his mask
-a few days later, he stops dosing you altogether. hes started to feel guilty about experimenting on you, and your voice sounds so much nicer when its not hoarse from screaming
-soon, hes head over heels. your little dinner dates are almost every night (he says its to gauge how you act in a normal setting), he gives you more freedoms, he even lets you sleep with him in his bed some nights!
-i personally think hes really physically affectionate, although in the start hes trying to be subtle about it. holding your arm a little too long when he injects you, pressing his thigh to yours as he asks about your hallucinations, etc
-if you ever try to escape, back to lab rat status with you. he'll be absolutely crushed too. dont worry too much, he'll begin to trust you again after a while... but dont think for a second he wont make that while miserable
-when you finally start reciprocating, hes ecstatic. youve finally faced your fear and have even learned to love it! now youre his perfect little crow forever <3
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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years ago
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Author Reader: I have published a new book, inspired by American McGee's Alice. Since it more fantasy horror, the rouges shouldn't be as interested in it as the others! Joker/Scarecrow: Have you ever met Hatter before? Reader: Excuse me, what?
Horror!Author!Reader: Finally, something that may get you deranged so-called fans of mine to give me some space; an Alice in Wonderland inspired horror-fantasy-thriller.
Yandere Joker/Scarecrow: Oh, boy….we wouldn’t do that if we were you. Like, we don’t doubt it’ll be absolutely amazing but Hatter is going to be all over this one and then we’ll have to deal with him trying to take part in book club back at Arkham.
Horror!Author!Reader: I’m sorry but who now?
Mad Hatter bursting through the door: DID SOMEONE SAY ALICE IN WONDERLAND?!?!?!?!?!??
If the Reader were to write something inspired by American McGee’s Alice, Mad Hatter would break into the Reader’s home just to tell them everything they got wrong with it. He is completely devoted to the original Alice in Wonderland story so even though it’s not based on that he still has gripes about it and will make them very known. At the very least he would compromise and tolerate the story better if the Reader changed Alice’s hair to the original’s look. But he would totally want the Reader to write another Alice in Wonderland story based on the original and he will give all his thoughts and ideas for, whether the Reader is willing to hear him out or not.
Also:
Horror!Author!Reader, on the phone: Hey, Batman? Um, yeah I kinda have a problem. The Mad Hatter’s in my house again and he won’t stop talking about his Alice in Wonderland horror fanfiction ideas. Would you please come get hi-Wait a minute. Something’s happening….
*camera pans over as Joker, Scarecrow, Harley, Poison Ivy, Deathstroke, Killer Croc, Talia, and Two Face all busting in with a variety of weapons*
Horror!Author!Reader, still on the phone: You still there, Batman? Yeah, I’m going to need you even more now. It looks like some of the other inmates have broken out of Arkham again and are here to kick Hatter’s ass…or worse.
Yandere Joker, getting ready to fuck Hatter’s shit up: It was just a one time story, Hatter~ First you weasel your way into our book club and now you’re trying to pathetically worm your way into making a series out of it, taking up all of Y/n’s time and attention for your Alice in Wonderland obsession?? Not on our watch, Hattsy!~
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onmyyan · 2 years ago
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Endless Again Love Interests
TW’S: MDNI, TW BLOOD IN RAVENS PICTURE, This story will contain YANDERE themes and behavior including but not limited to kidnapping, manipulation, conspiracy, obsessive behavior, murder, eventual Smut, and much more, if that ain't your cup of tea don't drink it ❤️ I can't wait for this story. BELOW KEEP READING LINE ARE LOVE INTERESTS
YANDERE VARIOUS DC X SCARLET WITCH!READER
Setup: All you wanted to do was get through your first year at Gotham University with your head still attached to your body, but you had the sinking feeling your wish for a peaceful semester would be in vain. Because trouble seems to have a thing for you darling. A set of dangerously unpredictable abilities, a sketchy organization hunting you down, and more obsessed vigilantes gunning for your fine ass than you could count, made for one Endless rollercoaster of blood and lust.
DAMIAN WAYNE 21
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"Our fate has been carved in stone, I'm done fighting against it."
JONATHAN KENT 21
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"Your heartbeat- I can hear how scared you are- Don't worry, I won't let em' touch you."
RACHEL ROTH AKA RAVEN 21
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"You're not afraid, I can feel it. (y/n), I can just be when you're around, please don't take that from me."
GARFIELD LOGAN 20
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"S'not fair, I can't just sit by and watch him take you from me- he doesn't deserve you."
CONNER KENT 24
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"Relax, you know I won't hurt you, just don't try and run, I might get the wrong idea."
TIM DRAKE 23
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"You don't need to hide anything from me, I'm on your side no matter what."
JASON TODD 26
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"Say the word and we're gone you hear me? No one would find us."
DICK GRAYSON 27
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"I told you I'd protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."
KORI'ANDR AKA STARFIRE 23
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"Come up with me again tonight? I find the stars dull when you are away."
HARLEY QUINN 26
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"Don't you worry that gorgeous brain of ya's about how I got in here, worry about what we're eatin' for date night!"
PAMELA ISLEY 30
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"Careful darling- keep looking at me like that and I won't want to let you leave."
JEROME VALESKA 22
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"Keep those pretty eyes on me dollface, might just save a life or two."
JEREMIAH VALESKA 22
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"Behave for me pet, I can be such a good owner when properly motivated."
EDWARD NYGMA 28
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"Beg me to walk away. Or live with the burden of my love."
JONATHAN CRANE 23
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"Please..- show it to me- make me feel that rush once more, I'm addicted."
VICTOR ZSASZ 23
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"Don't be sorry sweetheart- hurt me again. Makes me feel like you do like me."
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liliesdiary · 11 months ago
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D.C MOODBOARDS
♡ Joker Moodboards ♡
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Joaquin Phoenix:
Love Letters For Arthur Fleck
Arthur, You Are My Poetry
Happy Birthday, Arthur Fleck
Making Dinner For Arthur Fleck
Stalker Arthur Fleck
Halloween With Arthur Fleck
Arthur, You Are My Flower
Christmas With Arthur Fleck
♡ Scarecrow Moodboards ♡
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Cillian Murphy:
Dr. Crane Locking His Doll Away
Nymphomania
Scarecrow Kidnaps His Baby Bat
Dr Crane x Dr Harleen Quinzel
Dr Crane x Poison Ivy
Scarecrow x Catwoman
Tear You Apart
The Throuple That Rules Arkham Asylum
♡ Nightwing Moodboards ♡
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Dick Grayson:
Bad Girls Don't Get To Cum
♡ Harley Quinn Moodboards ♡
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Dr. Crane x Dr. Harleen Quinzel
The Throuple That Rules Arkham Asylum
The Forest Nymph & The Preacher's Daughter
♡ Poison Ivy Moodboards ♡
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The Forest Nymph & The Preacher's Daughter
Dr. Crane x Poison Ivy
The Throuple That Rules Arkham Asylum
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gothamitelove · 7 months ago
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Hiii! I haven’t seen you in my dash in like for ever. So, i was thinking about some gotham!scarecrow with a batshit crazy reader, like utterly obsessed with him, yandere type of obsessed. And what his reaction could be to that, is he scared by his super crazy fangirl or is he intrigued? (Sorry if something is bad written, english is not my first languaje)
this one is terribly interesting for a number of reasons let's get into it
gotham!scarecrow w/yandere!reader headcanons
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its funny because i honestly think this jonathan would be... a little confused. slightly creeped out
cause the thing is, he gets why you're so obsessed with his work. he's obsessed with it too. but him specifically is where it gets lowkey dicey
i say lowkey because his self esteem isn't Awful, he just doesn't get it sometimes
he does like the feeling of power it gives him. for someone who's been afraid and pressured into things and overlooked his whole life, having someone around who thinks he hung the moon is... intoxicating, honestly
he likes doing things to make you look at him like he's the best thing to ever happen to you. sometimes it's just a word, but he's finding himself wanting to do more as time goes on
if you collect stuff of his, or you have a lil shrine or something, he lets you keep that. does he get it? no, but it's flattering to say the least
he likes having a #1 fan! even if he doesn't entirely understand why. he's enjoying himself <3
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