#fear-drives-everything

[thatbraveisabella]

Crow costume for Isabella caw caw caw

((Crow? I dunno doc, if you asked for an embarrasing costume covered in feathers I’m going to have to disappoint you.Tthis was the best I could come up with~))

[jesterthestranger]

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♒: Phobia Headcanon

Jester is horribly afraid of deep water, especially dark waters.  This is because she died from drowning and wasn’t able to save herself since couldn’t swim. She still can’t, which only adds to the phobia.  

[youneverlookdeeper-archive]

Wide Awake.

Selina dropped through the roof with the emaciated cat in her arms. It was someone's housepet that had either run away or been abandoned. Poorly suited to caring for itself, it had not regressed to its wild state that cats could so easily return to. Rather, it had simply suffered.

Selina wrapped the cat in warm blankets and prepared some food for it, returning quickly. Holding the cat, she sat on the couch, checking it for injuries.

"You frigging look like Scarecrow," she chuckled, rubbing the cat's head as it ate ravenously. "Hopefully you're a bit more grateful, though."

Now that wasn't fair. Scarecrow could be grateful. Sometimes. She smiled a little, shaking her head.

"I'd give you to him if I didn't think he'd use you for an experiment.:

[thatbraveisabella]

((Open roleplay and school))

(( Hi! I was just gonna mention that I'll have a hard time being active now that school starts tomorrow (one minute now). Also that I opened up a thread with an OPEN ROLEPLAY. it's named "a party with a twist". I'd love it if someone replied to it! Now I'm gonna try and get some sleep, let's see if I can after seeing a post a certain Scarecrow RPer put up...god I had to stop follow you to even be able to watch my dashboard! Anyways, goodnight or good morning wherever you are))

[sawbuckisinthehouse]

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If it wasn't obvious enough already, I'm rather mentally misplaced around you in fear of another painful time trip.

Why would you keep a a bunch of needles literally at your fingertips?

[sawbuckisinthehouse]

Good evening, abnormally-large green creature known as Sawbuck of the Felt. I am aware of how... troublesome our previous encounters have turned out to be, but I would like you to forget how I tried to rip every fiber of your sanity apart, and forgive me. After all, I haven't attempted to use you as a test subject recently. I even sent you a gift for Christmas.

Well I can't say I was expecting anything of this sort from you. I'm afraid I'm not one to completely forgive so easily, but I accept your apology and I'm willing to push horrible memories aside so that I may meet you halfway here.

Should I be thanking you for not hunting me down as a test subject?

[clinicalphobia-archive]

(feardriveseverything)

Several figures with burlap sacks for faces were busy, some barking orders, some carrying small unlabeled crates and at least half of them on the lookout while wielding firearms, tensed and wary, cautious even of the very shadows that they themselves cast. They acted swiftly but carefully, not wanting to incur the wrath of their leader... after all, the last one that did just that was now nothing but a hollow shell of his former self, reduced to nothing but another guinea pig for the good doctor to play with. The Scarecrow, thought not physically dangerous as Joker, Two Face or Penguin, held another type of horror for those who displeased him. “Hurry up you bozos! The boss man will be here any minute; he won’t be happy to see we’re behind schedule!” one of them called out to the others, his body language displaying unmasked fear at the thought of the psychiatrist gone psychopath. That didn’t escape Crane’s eyes as, unbeknownst to them, he had arrived earlier and was watching the buffoons under his care from the shadows. In fact, it quite disappointed him that they hadn’t seen him yet when he was seated comfortably on one of the large shipping containers and have been there for the past half hour or so. Incompetent, unreliable idiots, every single one of them... Who did he have to kill to find some good help around here? He drummed the suitcase he held in his lap in annoyance and in disappointment. Then he saw it, at the corner of his eye, movement and someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. He had specified a very exact number of men to bring along to these nightly activities and the intruder was one too many. Cold blue eye behind spectacles tried to see the features but they were too far away and it was too dark and he contemplated whether he should send his men or go there himself... he fiddled with the suitcase again, popping it open. Inside was his trademark Scarecrow mask, three syringes filled with Fear Toxin and a few capsules full of the same chemical in gas form. Crane thought and decided that he should have some fun... The men could continue on with what they were supposed to be doing and sending them out would only put them behind schedule even more. Besides, he hadn’t had fun in quite some time, what with Miss Williams and Miss Harkness’ meddling. With those two not around, he could do as he pleased as he should be. He slipped quietly off the container, his lean and lanky form aiding his movements as he made to stalk their little party guest.