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Hidden In The Shadows Pt. 2
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Part 1 Here
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N is awoken with fear and feels the shadows of anxiety constantly creeping up on her. Trying to find out more about this town some boundaries are crossed, and some weird things are done….keep reading to find out more📞
Warnings⚠️: Paranoid reader, weirdo locals, talks of cult and rituals andddd that’s about it???😏
Song for imagine: I Walk The Line: Joaquin Phoenix
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine
I walk the line
Right
Left
Right
Left, no right….
Right again?
Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?
It’s so fucking dark, just pay attention
One more left and then I should be
BANG
I jumped up immediately confused, I was blinded by the bright light of the sun and the loud bang of a shotgun?
I opened my eyes fully and felt so confused, I squinted as I looked in front of me
“Matt?” I asked shielding my eyes from the sun
“Don’t worry now darlin they’re coming for us” he said offering me his hand
It was only then that I finally realized my surroundings. I was deep in a corn field, not just deep; but at the core where they usually have the scarecrows. It was such an eerie sight!
Frantically I looked around at my surroundings, I was laying on the ground in my pajamas from the night before.
“What? How did I get here? I’m so confused” I said rubbing my head and looking around
“It’s okay sweetheart, listen sleepwalking is normal” Matt said looking down at me
“I don’t sleep walk” I stated shaking my head rapidly
“You’re in a new surrounding and your body just isn’t used to it, I think you tried to leave but you were still asleep” he said lending his hand out to me
“No you don’t understand, I don’t do that…. I mean how did you even find me?” I asked him after grabbing his hand to lift myself up
“Well you see I went to round up Bertha this mornin’ and I saw your front door open, cept’ you wasn’t round. I called out your name, but nothing. But then I noticed footprints in the dirt down yonder by your driveway. They lead to the cornfield and I yelled your name again, but still nuffin. I rounded up my boys and told them I was going in and I'd shoot off this shotgun once I found you. They’ll be coming in to help us out” he said looking at me with soft eyes
“God this is so weird…. Thank you! I appreciate it. I’m sorry for the trouble this morning” I said to him as I offered him a weak smile
“Nahh don’t worry about it I’m just glad I was able to find you before something happened” he said to me
“Is there something I should be worried about in this field?” I asked cocking my brows at him
“Oh no no it’s just wild animals that are brave and try huntin in the mornin” he said smiling at me
Shortly his friend came in to help us out of the field. They led the way while I was in the back. Matt looked back at me every couple seconds to make sure I was okay. A nice gesture but I still felt super uncomfortable.
“Right, left, right, left no right….right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost” one of his friends whisper shouted
My head shot up and my eyes widened….that is exactly the last thing I remember hearing…. I immediately became uneasy and anxious
The other boys nudged him and whispered curses at him as they pushed him to walk faster.
“You come to pick corn every couple days and you can’t find your way out?” Matt asked him trying to ease the awkward silence and weird tension in the air
“No no! I’m good don’t worry bout it” he shouted back to Matt as he stomped on the ground, pushing through the field
Leading me out of the cornfield I thanked them as Matt walked me back to my house. Looking down as I walked my feet dirty with dried up mud. And my pajamas caked in dirt….I seemed a bit too dirty for someone who just happened to stroll into a corn field.
Walking me up to my door I turned to Matt and smiled at him, opening my mouth I began
“Listen I’m sorry for the trouble once again, and this isn’t something I normally do like ever; but just know this will never happen again” I said to him
“No worries! Just calm your nerves ain’t nothing wrong with this town to make you so jumpy instantly” he says laughing a bit
“Right….well I’m going to head in now. As you can see I’m a bit dirty” I say laughing
“Of course! I’ll see you round” he says before nodding his head and taking off
Stepping into the house I shut the door behind me almost instantly locking it. I stomped upstairs to the bathroom. I got the shower running as I removed my dirty clothes and looked at my body. I had a few scratches but nothing that seemed abnormal….. was I going insane? Was I now a sleep walker? Or was something darker going on already?
I shook it off and hopped in the shower. Once I was done and got dressed I decided to sit on my couch, chewing at my nails as my leg bounced up and down. This anxiety was clawing at me and I couldn’t stop it.
Pulling my phone out I opened my emails and saw I had a new email from my old professor
Dear Y/N,
I can’t believe you actually bit the bullet and went! This is awesome and I’m looking forward to hearing all about your experiences. I read those articles and it’s actually crazy! I did a few more google searches and even ended up on Reddit. Supposedly Thomas Sturniolo has family out in Pleasant Town. I wonder if they still use the same name and if you’ll ever run into them! And as far as the realtor guy he for sure sounds like a weirdo! Haha, who has that name anymore? But then again it is a small town in the south! Please keep me posted!
Sincerely, Professor Wayne
I sighed with relief at the email back from him, for a split second I felt like I had some normality in my life, and I decided to email him back
Dear Professor Wayne,
Thank you for getting back to me! I’ll for sure keep an eye out for any Sturniolos! I sure hope they don’t go by that same name anymore, but I’m still not sure. I’d have to go to the local library and search the database. Who even knows if they have a library here….sure doesn’t seem like it!
However something so weird happened to me last night. I think I was sleepwalking? I’ve never done that before, but I have no recollection of the night before. I must be an extreme deep sleeper! But how does one end up muddy in the middle of a cornfield and not wake up? Am I being paranoid, or am I right to be a little concerned? I mean this was only the first night…. I think I’m just scaring myself! Anyways, I hope to hear from you soon!
Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N
Hitting send I sighed as I laid my phone down on the couch. Rubbing my hands through my hair as I shook my head. That uneasy feeling went away as soon as I realized how hungry I was.
Remembering I never got to go out last night I decided to hit the stores today. However I didn’t know where anything was and I was on edge, so I decided to see if Matt was available to take me to the stores.
Stepping outside I locked my front door, and to my surprise Matt was outside tuning something in his car. I looked both ways before crossing the dirt road
“Hey Matt” I said to the young man as his arm cranked rapidly while his tongue was in between his teeth, in a fit of concentration
“Oh hey darlin” he says quickly snapping out of it and looking at me
“I really don’t mean to bother, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to take me to your nearest market so I can get some food” I said to him smiling
“Oh sure thing, let me finish tightening this and we can take my truck” he says smiling at me
“Sure thing” I say backing up
Cranking the wrench again he gave a satisfied face once he realized the piece was fixed. Matt shut the hood…well more like slammed it before dusting his hands off. Using a handkerchief in his pocket to wipe them clean fully.
“My uhh, my passenger side door doesn’t work or else I’d be opening it for you on that side” he stated as he opened the driver side door and looked back at me
“Oh that’s alright I appreciate it” I said as I patted his arm and hopped into his truck
He hopped in after me and shut the door, starting the car up. His tongue stuck out between his lips as the ignition sputtered and then his engine roared to life
“Now that’s what I’m talkin bout” he said tapping the steering wheel
“Did you fix her up?” I asked him as I looked inside the car
“Oh I sure did! 1950 Chevy 3100 . Belonged to my great grandpa and it got handed down to me. I fixed her up nicely. New paint job, new interior and new parts” he said smiling while looking at me
“It’s really nice, to see a car this old running fantastically” I replied back to him
“Yeah, I mean it didn’t need much. My great grandpa got it as his retirement car but then he passed away and it was left to my pops who didn’t care for it, so he left it to me” he replied
“Wow, this is awesome though. I love old cards so much” I replied nodding my head at him
Nodding back we sat in silence, the breeze of the warm air and the sound of a faint country song playing in the background.
“Say you guys wouldn’t happen to have a library here would you?” I asked suddenly
“Oh we do! The smallest library in all of the United States” he said looking over at me
“Fuck yes, is it cool if I stop by there for a bit?” I asked him
“Sure thing darlin” he stated back
About 10 minutes later we were in their “city” which was probably the furthest thing from a city. Everything was right next to each other. Pulling into a parking spot we hopped out. Matt held onto my hand as he helped me hop out of his truck.
Offering a smile as I silently thanked him. Leading me over to the local market they had there. He had gone his way as I grabbed a cart and began to shop.
The buzzing of the old light fixtures and the ominous silence made me a bit queasy. Looking over my shoulders every couple of seconds.
As I was grabbing a couple of basic necessities as far as food I made my way over to the laundry detergent. Scanning what they add and silently choosing my options. I heard giggling to the left of me, so I turned my head, and to my surprise there was a group of kids no younger than 10 looking at me and laughing. Some of the kids even stared at me with wide eyes….almost like they knew me. I offered a polite smile and grabbed what I needed.
I headed down to the frozen section in the back of the store. Looking at the milk options I heard the whispered chatter again and the laughs. So I looked into the glass reflection and saw those same kids staring at me. Getting fed up I abruptly turned around
“It’s not nice to stare” I said to them bluntly
“Ye ain’t s’pose to be here” One taller boy said almost like he was growling at me? Like a dog?
“Says Who?” I asked him cocking a brow at him
“Ye just ain’t” he said again glaring at me with his cold eyes
“You don’t own the town” I said sucking my teeth at him
“Ohh my daddy’s gone’ be real upset when he sees you here” The boy said as his friends snickered with him
“You’re such a little shit” I mumbled under my breath as I turned around and rolled my eyes
“You better get out here before you stuck forever” One of his little friends said
I ignored him, but I couldn’t ignore the chill that ran up my spine at that statement. These people were such fucking weirdos and one more instance was going to be my sign to pack up and leave.
Too into my thoughts, my hand had gripped the handle to the door roughly as I fought with myself. Zoning out completely I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder
“You alright?” I heard from behind me
I jumped and gasped before looking over my shoulder, a calmness taking over once I saw it was Matt.
“Yeah…yeah sorry I guess I got distracted” I said shaking my head
“Too many milk options?” He asked laughing
“You could say that” I replied wiping sweat off my forehead
“I’ll wait for you outside you seem a bit on edge” he said to me before backing away
“Alright thanks” I said to him
I quickly grabbed my milk and the last bit of groceries I needed. Heading to checkout before meeting Matt outside.
“Oh darlin you should’ve yelled for some help, let me get that for you” he replied taking some bags from me
“It ain’t nothing, I appreciate it though” I stated smiling at him
Matt and I put the groceries back in the truck, and he showed me to the library.
“Whatcha here looking for?” He asked me as we strolled down the aisles
“Nothing in particular, maybe some history” I said smiling at him
“History?” He asked cocking a brow at me
“I love all things history” I replied back as my fingers danced along the cover of some books
“I hate to break it to you, but uhhh we ain’t got no history books” he said laughing
“And why is that?” I asked furrowing my brows
“About a year ago the whole history section was set on fire by some hooligans, damn near took out the whole back side of the library. Were just glad people was round to help stop the fire” he replied back
“How convenient” I said offering him a tight lip smile
“I mean they’re trying to get that back section up and running again but without the funds we can’t get it properly fixed nor get those books back” he stated shrugging his shoulders
“Man that sucks, but I guess romance books will suffice” I state to him
“Oh I hate that shit, I’ll be outside waiting for you” he said laughing
“Whatttt no Colleen Hoover? No Nicholas Sparks?” I asked him pretending to be offended
“Oh no that’s all you” he said laughing and throwing his hands up
I trotted over to the romance section as Matt left browsing the section before quickly looking for Matt. I saw that he crossed the street and headed into a bait and tackle shop.
Smiling to myself I trotted away from romance and walked around, looking for a worker. Once I found one I walked up to her
“I’m so sorry to bother, but I know this town is full of history and was an important asset to many people, where would I find records of all the important people from this town throughout history?” I asked the worker
“Oh yeah we have a format on our computers it should be open just scroll down to pleasant town history and it’ll show you everything you need” she replied back
“Thank you so much Faye! It was great meeting you” I said to her before walking away
Making sure Matt was still nowhere to be found I rushed over to a computer. I clicked Pleasant Town History. And it was dumbed down into categories. My eyes lit up once I found crop, animal and farm owners. Immediately clicking I scrolled through the names.
“Stacey….Stanley….Stuart……Stu…..Sturnham….” My eyes squinted once I saw the next name was actively crossed out with a black border over the name.
Counting through the alphabet I realized “I” was after “H”…… it only took a few seconds before my eyes widened. Sturniolo? It was gone….scratched from this list?
I went over to homeowners and Sturniolo was blocked out once again, I slowly went to car owners, Chevy 3100 truck….. Sturnham…. And then blocked out again?
The gears started to click and I immediately became anxious. There could be no possible way that….hes Matts great grandfather? Right??
I figured there’s no way Matt could be related to someone like that. I mean yes he was a weirdo, but nothing like that…..
I exited out of everything and quickly walked to the exit. Swinging the door open I slammed into someone.
“Woah little lady where you headed” I heard Matt say laughing
“Sorry, didn’t see you there” I said frantically
“Oh no worries….found what you were looking for?” He asked raising an eyebrow
“What?” I asked as I swallowed thickly
“A romance book? Did you find one you were interested in?” He asked a bit puzzled
“Oh no uhhh none that peaked my interest” I stated smiling at him
“Well it’s almost lunch time, so I’m planning on heading back home” he said to me
“Yes, lunch! Very important, let's go!” I said nervously as I walked to his car
Matt peered at me with a bent neck and furrowed brows, but I just smiled at him as he followed me back to his truck.
Hopping in we headed back home, and to my surprise Matt helped me bring the grocery bags in.
“Here uhh let me make you lunch to say thanks” I said to Matt as I grabbed the loaf of bread from his hands
“Oh no sweetheart, don’t worry bout it” he said smiling
“No please! It’s the least I could do” I said to him nodding my head
“Well alright” he replied giving in
“How’s peanut butter and jelly with some milk?” I asked him
“Sounds mighty fine” he replied back nodding his head
I made our sandwiches and poured us some milk as we sat across from one another. Slowly eating as we occasionally exchanged glances.
“So uh..” I started
“Great sandwich” Matt said smacking his lips to get the peanut butter down
“Oh thank you” I replied giggling as I took a sip of my milk
“You seemed a bit on edge earlier, is everything alright?” He asked me as he took a sip as well
“Oh yeah, just some kids saying weird things to me. Makes me feel unsafe” I said to him
“What did they say?” He asked sitting up in his chair
“That I don’t belong here and I should leave before something happens?” I said rubbing my forehead
“Little bastards….listen don’t pay attention to a word they say. Those little assholes have nothing better to do than pick on people” he replied shaking his head
“Yeah I figured, but with the weird morning I was having I just freaked myself out” I said to him
“Understandable, but don’t worry you’re safe here” he replied offering me a warm smile
“I uhh… i have a question” I said to him
“Spill the beans then” he said ushering me to talk
“You see I did some research today in the library” I said to him
“Ahhh so no romance books” he said laughing
“No, but there seems to be something weird with the information on this town” I said to him
“You were looking up this town because?” He asked chewing a bit slower
“Well I want to learn more about where I’m living” I said in a duh tone
“Okay…” he replied a bit annoyed
“Who’s the Sturniolos and why is that name scratched out of almost all the public records?” I asked him
Immediately I regretted my decision. Something switched in the boy and his eyes grew cold as his nostrils flared. He slid his tongue along the front of his teeth. Inhaling sharply he slammed his hand down on the table
I gasped and jumped at this, my eyes popping out of my head.
“You don’t mention that name, you don’t read about that name and you sure as hell don’t think about that FUCKING NAME” he said yelling the last part
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I swear” I said starting to frantically panic
“That name has destroyed everything good in this town. We don’t claim that man or his bloodline. He’s done unimaginable and unforgivable things” Matt said pursing his lips together and grinding his teeth
“Please forgive me Matt. I meant no harm at all just wanting to know some history. I swear I meant nothing by it” I replied throwing my hands up
“It’s alright, I’m sorry sweetheart for scaring you. I just haven’t gotten over what that evil man did” he replied calming down
“No it’s my fault” I said to him
“It’s not your fault” he replied finishing his milk
“I’m truly sorry” I stated once again
“I’ll meet you tonight at 7pm, I’ll take you to dinner and I’ll explain a little more about that man” he said to me nodding his head
“Oh alright” I said to him nodding my head
With that he put his dishes in the sink and stomped out the house. The rattle of the front door sent a shiver down my spine.
Later that evening I had gotten ready, stepping out my front door and locking it. I turned around to see Matt already waiting by his car for me
Hopping in we headed back into that same area from earlier. Taking me into one of the restaurants we sat for dinner. Using this as my advantage to squeeze some more information out of matt.
“This place is really nice” I said to him obviously lying through my teeth
“Bet it’s nothing like Vegas” he said pushing my chair in for me
“Well not much can beat Vegas, but for a small town this is a nice place” I replied to him
“This is my favorite spot even since I was a kid” he said looking over at me
“Have you always lived here?” I asked him
“My whole life” he said back
“Wow… and you’ve never been anywhere else?” I asked him
“No never, mama says there ain’t much for me to see out there anyway” he said
“With all due respect to your mother…. I disagree. There’s a whole world out there you have yet to see” I said to him
Cracking a smile at me he nodded, his eyes glazing over and shimmering with a saddened look….. one that screams I’m trapped and will never be able to leave
The dinner went well and I learned a lot about his childhood, but nothing about the town. However, that was until we walked the town a bit.
“So about earlier, I just want to say that man was an evil man. He lied, manipulated, stole and killed all for his personal benefit.” Matt said to me
“Did your family have personal ties to him?” I asked him as we walked
“Sort of. He had a farm and he watched my ancestors' animals ... .except instead he killed them. Believing in some weird ritual. Saying how these cult rituals would bring the town fortune” he said shaking his head
“And I’m guessing that was false” I scoffed a bit
“Oh very wrong…. And he was arrested, my ancestors had no animals and because they had no animals they couldn’t make money nor survive really. They spent a lot of time moving around Oklahoma before they could eventually come back here” he replied shrugging his shoulders
“Holy shit…that’s awful” I said exhaling
“It is but hey there’s not much else to do other than move on” he said to me
“Well I appreciate you taking the time to explain this to me…. And I’m sorry for bringing it up randomly earlier…it was wrong” I said to him
“It’s alright darlin” he said smiling and bumping my shoulder with his own
We walked around a bit more before heading back to our houses a little after 9pm. We enjoyed the breezy and quiet drive home.
Parking his car by his house he walked me over to my own house.
“Oh thank you Matt you didnt have walk me over” I stated smiling at him
“I would never leave a pretty lady to walk home alone at night” he said smiling at me
Looking down and blushing slightly I shook my head
“I enjoyed today a lot, thank you very much” I said to him
“You’re welcome sugar” he said back
“I’m going to head in for the night and get some shut eye. I’m super tired” I said yawning
“Me too! We’ll have a good night Y/N” he said to me
“Goodnight Matt” I replied back
Smiling at him I pulled him in for a friendly hug, and to my surprise he actually hugged back.
“I’ll see you tomorrow” I stated pulling away
“Goodnight” he said smiling at me and waving bye
I shut the door and locked it, making my way up to my room and preparing for bed.
Matts POV
Watching the young woman shut the door his smile dropped, and guilt and shame immediately filled his heart and mind. So taken aback by the hug and how nice Y/N was to him today he didn’t know how to feel.
Walking down the steps of her porch, he trotted over to his own house. Slipping in quietly and locking the door behind him. Silently slithering into his room he shut and locked the door.
Putting his pajamas on he laid on his bed as the moonlight lightly casted in through his windows. His mind wandered as he remembered what took place almost 19 hours prior….
Flashback
“Will you shut the fuck up and pick the lock faster” I yelled at my friend
“Well Matt I’m tryin but it’s dark out here” Bo said back to me in anger
“Just hurry” I said through gritted teeth
Within 30 seconds we heard the click and sighed in relief. Quietly ushering into Y/N’s house, we shut the door behind ourselves.
“Nate you pass me the chloroform and Bo and I will bring her downstairs” I said to my other friend
“Sure thing” he said nodding his head
Walking up the stairs we turned to the left and walked to the door that was closed. To our surprise it was her bedroom.
We walked in and I walked up to Y/N
“Y/N! Wake up” I said to her as I shook her
Jumping up out of her sleep she seemed confused and scared, but snapping my fingers I signaled to Nate. Instantly he handed me the chloroform and a rag, dozing the rag in the chemical I held it over her nose. Immediately she fell limp into my arms.
Nate took the supplies out of my hands and Bo came over to help me. Pulling her from under her arms we dragged her down the stairs.
“Leave the front door open so it seems like she left on her own” I said to Nate
“Got it” he replied eagerly
Rushing out the house we dragged her through the gravel and when we got to the dirt road Bo and I stood her up. Leaving footprints from the end of her driveway to the start of the cornfield.
“What about our footprints?” Bo asked me as we approached the corn field
“We’ll worry about that later come on” I said to him
Dragging Y/N into the center of the corn field we laid her down. Arms spread out and ankles touching.
“Are you sure you know how to do a sacrifice?” Nate asked me
“I learned from my grandfather and my dad I know what I’m doing” I replied back to him
“I don’t know this seems like too much” Nate said to me
“You’re getting cold feet now? After all this! You told me you were ready” I stated getting angry at him
“I know, but this seems all too much” Nate stated
“You don’t think I feel the same way? I said squinting at him in anger
“Man I think we should wait” Nate said
“You’re such a pussy” Bo said laughing at the boy
“I’m not ready” Nate said to us
“FINE! FINE! We’ll figure this out for another day” I said standing up
“Because of this chicken shit?” Bo said standing up
“I need everyone to be on board, so if one’s out then we’re all out” I said shaking my head
“Come on man” Bo said shaking his head
“Let’s go! help me get her up, we gotta get her back to her house” I said shaking my head
It started to drizzle as we lifted Y/N up. Holding her by her arms as we dragged her through the field.
“Right, Left ,Right, Left, no right….Right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?” Bo said as we trotted through the cornfield
The rain became heavier which made it harder for us to see, and slippery. Our boots got stuck in the wet dirt.
“Fuck it’s dark! I need to pay attention” He said loudly as he wiped the water from his eyes
“Where am I? What’s going on?” Y/N started to say in a drunken groggy state
“Fuck….we gotta go” I said looking at Bo
“Matt? Is that you? What’s going on?” She asked as she tried to stand up
“Shhhh” I said to her
“I’m really scared, what's going on?” She asked starting to cry
“Chloroform now” I said to Nate
Nate quickly wet the rag again in Chloroform and shoved it in Y/N’s face. Choked whines of agony escaped her lips before she fell limp again.
“Bring her back to the center” I yelled over the rain
“What! Are you crazy?” Bo yelled at me
“We have to bring her back, this is all messy! I’ll tell her a good story in the morning. She’ll believe me. Come on” I said frantically
Dragging her back through the mud her pants and feet were completely caked in mud. Shaking my head we laid her on her back again.
She was knocked out cold, but I really hoped she stood that way till I came to “rescue” her in the morning.
The three of us ran back out of the corn field eventually. Not having to worry about our footprints because they would match up with my story of us going on the lookout for her!
Flashback over
Matt was disgusted with what he had done. He was no better than the sick men that once ruled this town. He tried to push the feelings deep down but they kept bubbling to the surface.
Forcing his eyes shut and trying to fall asleep. Praying he could somehow find a way to make this all better….
But for now he was hidden in the shadows of his mind and the only escape was….
You.
The End
This will most def have another part LOLLL, I’m sorry this took me forever to get out, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did🤭🖤. I wonder how I’m going to play out the next part. But let me know, did I throw you for a loop with this one???? Anywho we’re almost at 2,100 followers which is absolutely bonkers 🤯. I love yall sooo much 🥹🖤🖤
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illustratedartist · 10 months
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The Mad Tea Party! 🎩🐰🐭🦇🫖
Just a good ol classic gathering of familiar fairytale friends! The Mad hatter, The March Scare, The Dorrat and Jabberwocky!- actually .. that doesn’t sound right...
I can’t believe I finally finished this thing after FIVE MONTHS.
It was just supposed to be a simple Mad Hatter expression sheet with comic style elements, and you can see that it didn’t stay that way. I went a little crazy with ideas and I have no regrets!
Its also safe to assume that I have officially fallen down the Mad Hatter rabbit hole, and I love drawing this lil weirdo.
And I don’t know why but Scarecrow looks VERY good in a bunny mask, and its probably one of my favorite parts about this piece  C:
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l3viat8an · 6 months
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HWAAAAHHH HEY ROOOOO ♡
A not so quick thought I've been dying to shareeeee ahhhhh
Omg- so yk how Mc has that long table in their room??? Imagine setting up a craft station each week for the boys to do a lil craft.
Beel, Asmo, Dia, Simeon and Luke are super excited for crafting. Barbie, Mamms and Levi are excited too even if they won't admit it. But Luci, Satan and Belphie need a little bit of convincing. They're not children! But after your first successful chaotic crafting session they start to like it.
𖥸 Luci is surprisingly artistic. Even if it seems silly, this little crafting session is very relaxing and it gives him time to bond with his brothers. He likes to follow the model closely first before experimenting a little bit with his technique and style
𖥸 Mamms + Levi are trying to 1 up each other the whole time. They will hate on each other's projects and will fight over supplies. Mammon will swipe the scissors from Levi mid-cut even though there are 5 other pairs currently not being used. Then Levi will try to get them back and a fight will break out. Mc has to use "stay" before Levi summons Lotan.
𖥸 Satan bbg I'm so sorry. He will make something beautiful that he's proud of but it will get ruined. He'll just be putting the finishing touches on his craft when Levi and Mammon's fight will cause something to ruin it. A paint cup got knocked over and now there's paint water soaking his hard work. Or the glitter got spilled and now there's sparkly bits clinging to the undried glue. Mc is gonna have to use "stay" again to keep him from wringing his older brothers' necks.
𖥸 Asmo's crafts can be described in one word. Shiny. He's using all the glitter, gold leaf and sequins available to him. He especially likes those gold and silver detailing pens. But don't mistake sparkly for tacky because even if his crafts are sparkly they are still tasteful.
𖥸 Beel + Belphie will make adorable little projects but Beel will try to eat the supplies duh. Please for the love of Dia get the nontoxic supplies. He can't help it though. That shade of pink looks just like a poison strawberry tart and the colors Simeon mixed look exactly like Madam Scream's Macarons! He just wants a little taste. Belphie will be busy trying to stop him from drinking paint. If he keeps a few extra snacks on hand then it will keep Beel at bay.
𖥸 Diavolo is just absolutely enamored by all the cool crafts. Like woah you made that little scarecrow!? And you made a pom pom pumpkin? He's so excited to try out all the crafts and is that one weirdo that is absolutely covered in 8 different colors of paint somehow even though he only used white.
𖥸 Barbatos will also create the most gorgeous crafts. Like excuse me sir, you're telling me you made that out of construction paper, pipe cleaners and popsicle sticks???? There ain't no way. 100% the chillest crafter at the table but he will snap Mammon and Levi's necks if any of the mishaps of their fight ruins his project.
𖥸 Simeon and Luke will probably work together on a craft. Like Asmo's projects, Simeon and Luke will add lots of pastel colors and shiny bits to their project mostly in the form of gold flakes or those metalic paint pens.
𖥸 Solomons crafts are similar to his cooking. They never end up being what was intended. Like today we're making kites and - Uhhh Solomon made an abstract Mona Lisa with construction paper shapes?? Alright then... You do you man
HIIII CHERRY!!! Omgg okay- this is all so cute <3 finally giving that silly table a good use too jsjsjsj besides homework 💀
Lucifer being good at everything doesn’t even surprise me anymore- but he’s genuinely very into it and it’s nice to see him try to relax and do something with his brother that’s just for fun!!!
Mammon + Levi- I wouldn’t expect anything else honestly- those two can’t stop for five minutes and they almost ruin it for everyone. (Until MC calms them down and fixes everything) also the fact Levi’s better at traditional drawing them Mammon is probably another reason they fight hskshsj
Poor Satan. Tho depending on how annoying Levi & Mams have been it might be fine to let Satan smack them up a bit- jkjk bad idea ik- MC needs to help him calm down and maybe start a new project together? (That’ll at least perk Satan up and piss off Levi ‘n Mammon which again will make Satan feel better :))
The first thing Asmo used was a pick glitter gel pen and his artwork is absolutely gorgeous~ (definitely something super shiny!!! but still gorgeous and he’s careful to stay at the other end of the table away from Levi and Mammon helpsjsj)
All the supplies have to be non-toxic and absolutely no one can try drawing or making anything resembling food- Also just imagine Belphie taking the paint water away from Beel and putting it by his drink….so a little later sleepyhead accidentally drink some instead lolol also anything Belphie actually makes looks like it’s out of a horror movie while Beel’s is just…abstract :)
Diavolo’s feels like a callout as the kid who was always covered in paint but he’s so happy with his little somewhat lumpy pompom and little painting!! Just look at his sweet smile!!!
Barbatos doesn’t even need to threaten Mammon or Levi- they take one look his way and see that smile and know they better knock it off and behave- also how??? Sir it’s gorgeous but how??? Hell he probably made a fully functioning little model of MC XD
Simeon and Luke are adorable as always!! It’s definitely something sweet, yet a little more simple, but still very cute! The shiny bits are perfect and they definitely made it with the intention of gifting it to MC when they’re done <3
Solomon……Solomon wtf why?….you could’ve drawn a stick man and it would’ve been better that…uhhh that- But he’s happy!! Also very, very proud of it and when you ask what it’s supposed to be he looks a little offended-
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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 months
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The Reindeer
Tis the season for...reindeer antlers but the rogues don't want you wearing the antlers.
Scarecrow: "Are you seriously wearing reindeer antlers?" He asked. "How old are you?" You scoffed. "Who invited Krampus?" You asked the group, gesturing to Jonathan. "Careful, I'd take that as a compliment given the movie." Jonathan gave you a fake smile. "My point still stands." You fired back. "As does mine." Jonathan countered. "And how old are you then? One hundred and fifty?" You said with snark. "Older than you. Probably mentally older two given I don't act like a five year old." Jonathan countered. "No, youre only an emotional stunted toddler." You countered. "Banter or genuine arguing- knock it off." Two-Face grumbled.
The Riddler: "We're the Grinch and Max." You deadpanned. "Now what are you talking about?" He sighed. "You're wearing green. "And my suit has purple question marks! I am dressed like the Riddler! Who is me! So how does purple question marks relate to the Grinch?" He asked and you blinked, thinking hard. "...Questionable Grinch...?" You mumbled to yourself, and if looks could kill, your head would have exploded. "That's it you're not going." The Riddler said and his eyes widened suddenly as did your own. You pointed. "Ah! You said the thing! You said the thing!" "Shut up! That's not-" the Riddler couldn't manage a response and stormed off before he trapped himself any further.
Black Mask: "(Y/N), you do realise we're going to a gang meet. People owe me money ...and you're wearing shitty reindeer antlers." You huffed. "You're just a grinch. You're a millionaire and you pass up on the opportunity to wear anything you can without consequence." "Fame and fortune doesn't mean being free of consequence. It just means everyone remembers every move you make, good or bad, and every one of those movements are judged." It was surprisingly full of wisdom, hardly Roman's style...and then it was ruined. "So take the damn antlers off you weirdo. Now definitely isn't the time."
Two-Face: "If you wear those, you're not walking beside me. We are taking two very different routes." Harvey declared. "Of come on! They're festive! I look like I actually like the most wonderful time of the year!" You argued. "You look ridiculous! This is Gotham! People are gonna think you're a new criminal on the streets and come up with some name that includes antlers!" Harvey wished he never said it judging the grin you got on your face.
Mad Hatter: "Take those off right now!" Jervis huffed. "No, why!?" You fired back. "Because I said so!" Jervis had never looked so disgruntled. Disgusted even, the longer he looked at you. Eventually it got to you. If it didn't get your self esteem, it got your patience. So you took the antlers off. "Thank you." Jervis said flatly before grinning, plucking the antler headband from your hands and onto his head. You gaped. "You made me take them off, tried to make me feel dumb because you wanted to wear them!?" Jervis only giggled, looking very satisfied with himself.
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monsoon-of-art · 1 year
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As promised, here is my Long Fiction piece with my Superheros!
"Two Wrongs do Make a Right"
It was generally accepted that Superheroes do not steal.
Superheroes have a verbal contract, as it were. Unstated by most but very well known; to protect their city and the people inside it. Methods and motives vary, but this rule kept things simple.
Dragonfly planned on breaking that rule.
She had never liked being conventional, truthfully. She didn’t work with cops, rarely worked with the local government. She didn’t have powers from the heavens or radioactive spills, and she certainly wasn’t rolling in cash right now. She protected her city and she protected her people, she just did it her own way.
And while she was skilled in hand-to-hand combat and all different kinds of technology, actually robbing a museum was beyond her normal capabilities.
So, here she was. Dragonfly in all of her neon glory, pacing on a rooftop. Her blue goggles only added to her insect-namesake, her thick curls trimmed short. “I just worry about the security. And the cameras. Security cameras.” she rambled. “Being physically seen robbing a museum wouldn’t be ideal.”
“Mhm. No. I imagine it would not be.”
With her was her partner; Clay. A being made of ever-shifting liquid earth, his voice often flat and monotone. Even now, as she nervously paced on the rooftops, he sat idly by, letting bits of himself drip onto the floor with a half-lidded expression.
“Dragonfly.” said Clay, his voice heavy like syrup. “I have never been inside a museum before. It cannot be that difficult. I think you are stressing yourself out. I will take care of the cameras.”
“I think it’s more the robbing- wait. Wait, you've never been? Holy shit, OK. When we’re done with this, I promise I’ll take you to a museum.” she said with a faint smile. “One with lots of hands-on stuff for you to play with.”
“I would very much enjoy that.” Despite the kind offer, Clay’s tone didn’t change. “I am still unhappy with the main part of your plan. Working with. Him.”
Right. Hayday.
Dragonfly and Clay didn’t have many people they could trust. Another terrible truth that came with the job. Dragonfly had no other living family, and Clay’s origins were a total mystery. Their flippant attitude with the local cops and government did them no favors.
And in a sea of criminals, smugglers, gangsters, mobsters, murders, aliens, eldritch beings, and whatever other nonsensical weirdos that had it out for the pair, Hayday was…an exception.
Hayday was a bit of an enigma. No delusions of grandeur, no plans for world domination. As far as Dragonfly and Clay could tell, he was just a dude who dressed up like a scarecrow to hide his identity and commit petty crimes.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you don’t.” Dragonfly sighed. “But please, give him a chance? It’s either Hayday or cops.”
Clay relented on this, if only slightly. “...I do not like cops. But I also do not like Him. The first time we met him-”
 “I believe in second chances.” She said, quietly. “Besides. We need him-”
“-Cuz ya don’t know how to pick locks.” Clambering up the fire escape to join them upon the roof was the man himself. In a striking contrast from Dragonfly's slick, modern look, Hayday looked like he stepped right out of a cornfield; dirty overalls, wide-brimmed stetson hat, a burlap mask that covered most of his face.
Clay stood, shoulders - or what could be generally considered shoulders given his anatomy - tense, brow furrowed. "You are late."
"In case ya haven't noticed, Clay-Dough, but we are currently on top of the museum? They don't exactly want people on the roof. D'ya know how hard it was to climb up here?" Hayday shot back. "Can we maybe meet up somewhere closer to ground level next time?"
"I hope there will not be a next time." Clay hissed, voice dangerously quiet. "And my name is Clay."
"The building schematics says this should be a maintenance entrance." Dragonfly brushed aside their comments with a brief explanation. She gestured to a locked door, no doubt guarding a stairwell. “It’s locked, and you’re the best lockpick we know.”
“You are the only lockpick we know.” Clay clarified.
Hayday looked between the locked door and the two. “Why not have Clay-Dough break down the door?”
“I could-” Clay began to say.
“No.” she said sharply. “I don’t want any real damage here. I want a quick in-and-out operation.”
“Operation? Don’t be so coy, now.” Hayday said with a sneer, rummaging in his pockets. “You’re stealin’. Stop actin’ high and mighty.”
Removing some thin tools from his pockets, Hayday gave the door a cursory glance. “Hm. I’m gonna guess a double cylinder deadbolt. Should be easy.”
Dragonfly and Clay couldn’t help but try and look over his shoulder, seeing slivers of silver tools inserted into the lock. If they focused, they could hear subtle clicks beneath the rumbling city ambiance.
A clank. Hayday pulled back, the door opening with him. “There.”
“How did you do that?” Clay demanded. “That took no time at all!”
Hayday gave him an unimpressed stare. “Ya ever hear the phrase ‘a magician never reveals his secrets’, Clay-Dough?”
“No. What does that mean?”
“It means ‘tough shit’.” Hayday turned to Dragonfly. “Right. Pay up. I helped ya, and now ya owe me-”
“We’re not done?” she said, tilting her head slowly at him. “You said you’d help, and we’re not done? This is only step one.”
Even with the burlap mask he was wearing, the confusion was clear on his face. “...care to run that by me again?”
“We asked for your help with taking the Dragon’s Eye Ruby, currently housed on the first floor of the museum. I got a tip that Snake Eyes planned on taking it, so Clay and I decided to take it before them-”
“And plant a fake, yeah, yeah. I got that part.” Hayday hissed, gesturing for Dragonfly to stop talking. “And I did help. I unlocked the door. What else do ya want me to do?”
“Help us take the ruby?” Clay offered. “You have experience, do you not?”
“I suppose. Experienced enough to know that I’ve already triggered the silent alarm.” he said with a wry smile. “Y’all got about twenty minutes. Thirty if traffic is bad - and let’s be honest, it always is.”
Clay’s form began bubbling like a pot of water. A rare flash of anger crept into his voice. “You knew this, but you did not tell us?!”
“Clay, cool it.” Dragonfly said, placing a hand on his ‘shoulder’, not caring for his goopy nature. “We won’t be that long, with any luck. Besides, we’re at stage two now, and that’s you.”
Taking a deep breath, Clay steadied himself. “Right. Right. I am sorry. I will go in and destroy the cameras.” He turned to Hayday, pointing at him. “If you try anything while I am away. You will regret it.”
Without another word, Clay completely melted. His humanoid form sloughing away like a warm candle, slithering through the door like a mud-covered snake.
Hayday waited a moment before turning to her. “I’ve done my part, Dragon. Pay up. I don’ wanna be here any longer than I have to.”
“Not until the job is done.” she replied. “Once the ruby is in my hand, I’ll give you what you want.”
He glowered at her. “Yer killin’ me, I hope ya know. What do ya want from me? Ya want me to hold yer hand the entire time? What’s yer angle?” His voice grew softer, more hesitant. “I didn’t think ya’d ever wanna see me again, after…”
“You tried to kill me?” she asked, looking up at him. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. She continued. “But you didn’t. That’s the key thing. You had the opportunity. But you said it yourself. You couldn’t.”
Finally, he met her gaze. “It’s…that’s just not who I am.”
“Who are you, then?”
He didn’t respond to that.
Her goggles lit up, the soft blue glow illuminating her dark face. A police report flashed on her heads-up display. “The cops are on their way.”
“Great! Great! Perfect!” Hayday began pacing. “What are ya gonna do about the rest of the security measures, dare I ask? The guards, the proximity alarm?”
“I’ve been carefully tracking the pattern of the security for several days now. If worst comes to worst, we can knock them out-”
“WE?!”
“- As for the proximity alarm, hopefully we’ll be gone by then. The cops are already coming, what are they gonna do? Send more?”
“YES?!”
Clay opened the door, gesturing for them. “The cameras have been destroyed. I have caused a distraction for the guards on the first floor-”
Dragonfly interrupted. “They’re still alive, though, right?”
He blinked at her. “Yes. My distraction caused no damage. As far as I am aware.”
“Clay-Dough, that is not reassurin’.” Hayday wheezed, sounding like a strange combination of a laugh and a choke.
“While normally I would question that statement to Hell and back, we’re really short on time here.” said Dragonfly, glancing back at the police report on her HUD. “The case with the Ruby should have a lock on it.”
She gave Hayday an expectant look. “Please?”
Hayday glared back. Clay glanced between the two of them, unsure which side to take.
"Fine. I'll stick around for now. But so help me, if there is even a whisper of trouble, I am gone. Understand?" Hayday finally said, his voice a quiet, strained hiss.
Dragonfly seemed pleased. "Thanks. We really appreciate it."
"I hold no strong feelings on this matter." Clay muttered. "Do not drag me into this."
"Ladies first." Hayday said with a wave of the hand, encouraging Dragonfly to take the lead.
She rolled her eyes at that, but stepped forward to enter, her faint glow of her goggles and gloves illuminating the dark stairwell. Clay followed, his footsteps quietly sloshing behind her. Hayday went last, closing the maintenance door behind them.
“What happens if Snake Eyes finds out?” Hayday whispered in the darkness of the maintenance tunnels. “He and I aren’t exactly on good speakin’ terms.”
“Why?” Clay twisted his neck like an owl to ask directly.
The man hesitated, fiddling with his hat. “I…erm, well, he offered me a job. I wasn’t able to do it, and I kinda…haven’t spoken to him since?”
An uncomfortable silence fell over them.
Snake Eyes had men in every little nook and cranny of the city. The fact that Hayday had managed to avoid them all was both impressive and concerning. You couldn’t just ‘not speak’ to Snake Eyes; not forever, at least.
“That was not smart of you.” Clay finally said, swiveling his head back to normal.
Dragonfly slowly opened the door to what looked like the storage area, wincing at the creaking metal. “This should be the first floor. Let’s go do the switcheroo, and then we can bail. Don’t touch anything.”
“She is referring to you.” Clay whispered, giving Hayday a look.
She nudged Clay with a grumble. “Be nice.”
“I’m not stupid.” Hayday shot back. “Most everythin’ will have a proximity sensor.”
The three of them stalked through the darkened museum, taking care to stick to the shadows when applicable. The displays seemed practically ghoulish in the low light, with some of the displays quite literally looming over them.
"I do not want to visit a museum anymore." Clay whispered.
The Dragon's Eye Ruby, being a new exhibit, was very prominently displayed. The gem itself was a brilliant gradient of reds, purples, and oranges, and about the size of a large fist. Right in the middle of the room, contained within a glass box. The bottom of the box had a lock on it.
"Hayday, can you please-" Dragonfly began to say.
But Hayday pushed past her before she could finish. "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it. But ya better be ready to make the switch. Once that proximity alarm goes off, it's going to be loud."
As he began carefully stepping closer, a loud boom shook the museum. The ground and walls shook, the various exhibits clinking and clattering in their cases.
"...Dragonfly." Hayday slowly turned to her. "When was the heist supposed to happen?"
"Not until tomorrow…" she slowly trailed off. "Shit."
While Dragonfly wanted their version of the heist to be as clean and neat as possible, Snake Eyes and his goons had no such qualms about collateral damage.
Sirens screamed throughout the museum. "I didn' do that!" Hayday yelped, stumbling backwards.
"They must have moved the heist date." Said Clay. "They are going to take the gemstone. I would also guess they will not allow us to leave-”
"Wait, wait! This is a great thing!" Dragonfly grabbed onto Clay's arm, fingers sinking ever-so-slightly into him. "We can just fight them here and now and really send Snake Eyes a message! With the three of us, I bet we could totally-"
"Hayday is leaving."
Dragonfly glanced over to where Clay was pointing, seeing Hayday already having picked the window lock and beginning to open it.
"H-Hey!" She called after him. "Don't go!"
"No! I told ya! I did NOT sign up for a fight! I was here to pick locks!" He snarled, already swinging one leg over the threshold to climb out. "Look. The job Snake Eyes gave me? Was to kill you. If his men see me with ya? I'm in for a world of hurt!"
"If we work together and scare them off, imagine the message that’ll send! With your help-"
"Ya still want my help?! Then take my advice. BUZZ OFF.  Yer not gonna win this fight, Dragon. Give up. Ya lost. If ya stay here, you’re gonna get killed."
Dragonfly stared at him for a moment, before her mild surprise twisted into a deep frown. “You knew this…and your first instinct was to get yourself out of danger? You were completely content in leaving Clay and I to die?”
There was an unpleasant silence that followed.
“W-Well. No. No.” he eventually stammered, trying very hard not to make eye contact. “I-I would’ve-”
Whatever he was trying to say, she didn’t let him finish. “You were! You were! You were going to ditch us to die! I get wanting to leave, and I get being hesitant to help, but you were fine with! With!” 
“N-Now just hold on-” Hayday had almost appeared to shrink into himself, partially trying to climb out the window and partially trying to put distance between him and Dragonfly.
She leaned in close, her voice a near hiss. “Earlier, I asked who you were. You’re a cowardly, spineless thief. And you may not like blood on your hands, but you certainly don’t mind it splattering your boots as you run.” 
Leaning a bit too far out the window in response to the verbal lashing, Hayday yelped as his hand slipped, and he promptly fell backwards out the window. There was a great clamor of noise - glass bottles, metal cans, crinkling of plastic and paper, the noises of trash. Even after everything, Dragonfly struggled to resist the urge to check on him, to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
She forced herself away from the window, turning to her partner. “Clay, I know this is silly to ask, but are you ready for a fight?”
“Yes. Yes. God, yes.” He answered, fists already raised. Then he thought for a moment. “Where is Hayday?”
"He left." Was all Dragonfly said. But Clay knew her tone of voice well enough to get the picture.
"Ah. I am not surprised. He is a criminal. All criminals are the same."
She felt like she should've disputed that. She instead settled on giving him a disapproving look.
Dragonfly had more important things to focus on right now. Such as the suspicious shuffling from the closed door just to their right.
"How many of them do you think there will be?" Clay whispered, fists raised.
"I'm going to guess six." She replied, turning on her combat gloves. When active, they could deliver a terrible electrical shock, usually just enough to stun. Even as the wielder, she could feel the familiar tingle run through her bones.  "You know how Snake Eyes loves his dice motifs."
"Ah. True."
The henchmen burst down the door not a moment sooner, some of them expressing surprise at the pair being there first. The rest of them merely gripped their weapons a little tighter.
Eight of them. She was a bit off on the numbers. Thank God none of them carried firearms, so sure that they wouldn't face any resistance, they had only brought crowbars. Of course crowbars still had the capacity to hurt, something that Dragonfly hoped to avoid.
(Clay, as far as she knew, seemed completely impervious to physical damage. The crowbars would just thunk into his body, leaving a strange indent, but nothing more.)
Living up to her namesake, Dragonfly was constantly moving. Darting across the room, looking for a weakness in their defenses to strike. The room was far too small to use her wings, but even without them she was quick. 
But even as they fought, they couldn’t keep track of all the crooks at the same time. In the corner of her eye, she could see one of the men start to pick the lock to the ruby’s case. “Clay!” she shouted, narrowly dodging a crowbar.
“Currently occupied!” Clay shouted back, grabbing two of the men by their collars to restrain them.
The man grabbed the ruby from the case, sirens screaming all the while. Upon seeing an opening. She shouted, “Clay! Take over! Like we practiced!” she said, thought for a half a second, then quickly added. “Do NOT kill anyone!”
She bolted as Clay lost all pretense of human form, shifting into tendrils to grab and disarm like a horrifying claymation octopus. She normally did not like leaving him alone in fights (especially like this), and not because she was worried for his safety. But seeing the thing she came here specifically to protect currently slipping from her fingers prompted her to temporarily disregard this concern.
Nearly slipping on the museum floors, Dragonfly chased after the crook with the ruby. “HEY! Stop right there!”
He did not stop. Dragonfly wasn’t sure what she expected.
She certainly wasn’t expecting the handle of a broom to swing from a doorway to beam the man in the face, knocking him to the ground. The ruby clattered to the floor, doing more damage to the floor than the actual gem itself.
Sliding to a stop by the groaning man currently slowly writhing on the floor, she looked to see who was holding the broomstick. And she was honestly surprised to see Hayday standing there, panting as if he had ran a mile.
“You came back-”
“WHY ARE YA STILL HERE?! What part of ‘If ya stay here you’ll get killed’ did not get through to ya?!”
Dragonfly blinked at him, baffled. “Because I don’t run from fights?”
Huffing, clearly not happy with that answer, Hayday gestured to the ruby with the broom. “Well, get the stupid gem and let’s split.”
“We may not need to.” she picked up the ruby with careful hands, holding the cold stone close to her chest. “If Clay managed to beat up the rest, we can simply say that we got here only moments after and stopped the robbery. The police and the news don’t need to know our original plan.”
“Lyin’ to authorities, breakin’ and enterin’, taking’gems from museums, are ya sure you’re a hero, Dragon?” Hayday asked with a lopsided grin.
Dragonfly did not answer, stiffly turning and starting to walk back.
“H-Hey! Hey!” he quickly gave chase. “Are ya mad? Yer mad. But I came back! Look. Look. I’m sorry. Really, I am!” Hayday said. Maybe it was the lack of the smarmy attitude that he had since the very beginning. But something about it sounded genuine to Dragonfly.
Genuine or not, his timing was poor. “Let’s have this talk when we’re not in a museum full of sirens with the police on their way, kay?”
“Good plan. Good plan.”
Returning to the room where the ruby was originally kept, Dragonfly and Hayday were met with men unconscious or in stages of stupor, lying around like ragdolls. “Holy shit.” Hayday quietly muttered. “Clearly ya didn’ need me-”
Clay reformed upon seeing Dragonfly, taking his human shape. “They are still alive. I have checked.” he quickly reassured her.
“That’s awesome!” she said, carefully returning the ruby to its place. “You’re making great progress in not doing that.”
A rare smile graced Clay’s face. However, the smile died almost immediately upon realizing Hayday had returned. “Oh. I was hoping you had left. For good.”
“Yer not gettin’ rid of me that that easy, Clay-Dough.”
The sirens of the museum proximity alarms were replaced with the sirens of police cars. “And now it’s time we leave!” Dragonfly said, placing the glass box over the gemstone. Finally, she placed a small, plastic dragonfly on-top.
“Do ya just carry those around?” asked Hayday.
“Ever heard of a calling card? Have some class.” she replied.
Once the plastic dragonfly was set in place, the three of them bolted for the maintenance stairs. And once on the roof, they kept running; traveling from rooftop to rooftop until the red and blue lights and police silence blended into the usual city rumble.
Dragonfly and Clay turned to Hayday, who was currently wheezing like he had just run a marathon, hands on his knees, almost doubled over.
“For someone so quick to flee. You do not have good stamina." Clay muttered.
“Why’d you even come back?” asked Dragonfly.
“Because-” he said between breaths, “Because I didn’ mean to leave ya.”
Dragonfly crossed her arms over her chest as Clay loomed behind her, the pair of them silently urging him to continue.
“It’s just.” he stood straight, kicking at the cement under his feet. “I’ve been workin’ solo for…years now. When shit started hittin’ the fan, I worked on instinct. And my instincts told me to hit the bricks. You two didn’ deserve that. ‘M sorry.”
“OK. Where is the rest of the apology?” Clay said slowly, eyes narrowing.
“...what else am I apologizin’ for?”
“Being a thief. Being a criminal. Attempted murder-” Clay began to list on his fingers.
Hayday sheepishly smiled, “Oh. Yeah, I ain’ apologizin’ for that.”
“I appreciate the apology.” said Dragonfly with a nod. “And I’m appreciative for the help. My plan wouldn’t have worked without you.” 
“It was an alright plan.” Hayday admitted. “I’m sure it would’ve gone off withouta hitch, if they didn’ move the date of their heist.”
Dragonfly snorted. “Yeah. ‘Moved the date’. Sure.”
Hayday paused. He opened his mouth, closed it again, thought for a moment, then finally managed to ask, “You…you knew they were coming today, didn’t ya?”
She smiled. “Course we did. We’re no rookies, we know what we’re doing.”
“So ya lied to me? Told me that they were coming another day, manufacturing all of this? For what? I don’t get it.”
“I told you why at the very beginning. I wanted to know who you are. A test of character.”
"I tried to convince her otherwise." Clay added, his voice slow and languid. "But I could not sway her."
Hayday stared at her, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted and mouth slightly agape. 
But she continued regardless. “I remember, when you tried to kill me. You were shaking so bad, you know. You said you couldn’t do it, and you vanished off into the night.”
“I think…” Dragonfly looked him up and down. “...you’re a good person. I think that deep down, underneath all the sarcasm and snark and everything. You are a good person.”
Hayday continued to stare. She wasn’t sure if it was confusion, or disbelief, or maybe she had just broken him. “You honestly think. That after everything. That I’m a good person?”
“Yeah.”
There was a moment of contemplative silence. She could see him working something out in his head. Then, with a deep, rumbling sigh, he reached into his pockets to pull out a jewel-laden necklace. “Here. I swiped it earlier, when ya weren’t lookin’. Take it before I change my mind.”
"I knew it." Clay hissed. "He is a thief. He will always be a thief."
"I gave the damn thing back, didn't I?" Hayday snapped. "I could've kept it!"
"You really shouldn't have taken this. Like. The entire point of asking you to help us was to prevent museum theft." She said, carefully taking the necklace from his hand.
"Ya didn't say I couldn't steal." He snapped his fingers. "That reminds me. You owe me. And I'd like to collect now."
Dragonfly sighed. "Clay. Wallet please."
Clay shoved a hand into his own body, not unlike how one would rummage through the mud to find a missing shoe. After a moment, he pulled a wallet from his chest. "Here."
The two silently traded, Clay inserting the necklace into his body for safekeeping as Dragonfly rummaged through her wallet.
(Hayday was silently disgusted by the entire exchange.)
She handed over a plastic card. He snatched it, proceeding to give it a confused look-over. With absolutely no emotion in his voice, he asked, "...is this a fifty dollar gift card to IHop."
"I enjoy their cinnamon roll pancakes." Clay said, confirming Hayday's question.
"You wanted payment. You never specified how. But if you don't want it-" Dragonfly reached over to take the card back.
But he quickly put the gift card in his pocket, "Nope, nope, mine now. In the future, I'd like something a bit more rewarding, mind."
Dragonfly beamed at him. "Next time, huh?"
Hayday paused, as if he only just realized what he said. "Look. We ain't friends. I ain't a good person. I'm only doin' this because I'm in a good mood. Got it?"
"Buuuuut?" She pressed.
He waved his hand dismissively. "...but I wouldn't be completely opposed to working with you two again. But in the future, don't lie to me, and I don't take gift cards."
She took his outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake, much to his confusion. "It's a deal!"
Dragonfly finished the handshake, glancing at Clay expectantly. But he just slowly shook his head. "We should be leaving. The police will be searching the area soon."
"Right, right!" Dragonfly chirped, her smile near infectious. "This was a good day! Tomorrow we'll return the necklace." 
Her backpack whirred to life, two pairs of neon blue wings forming from electrical components tucked inside. Clay had already left, using his semi-solid form to quickly dart off to another rooftop.
"I'll keep in contact." She told Hayday, wings buzzing as she lifted off the ground.
"I'm uh. Sorry for trying to kill ya." He shrugged. "Way back then."
"It's alright." She smiled. "I forgive you."
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Hello!Originally i wanted to stay anonymous but because i want to uh leave a doodle i did of Percival,because i just like idiotic arrogant assholes/JKJK So...Just genuinelly curious but when they first died how did they became those beings that work in the present?I mean did they have time to react that they're dead or is it just instant deja vu-ish memory erase? (Excuse my english.my english is not englishing today,i wish you a good day and joy ^^)
OMG! this is so good AHHH thank you!!! i love how you drew percival he looks awesome! :-DDD the colors are so nice to answer, his memory loss was pretty much insant, percival just woke up once in the body he has now not knowing what happened or whats going on. (his death was also very quick so he had no time to react to anything.) though parts of his memory slightly remained upon first being reanimated, they werent clear enough to make sense of anything, eventually his memories faded and he lost each and all traces of his previous self. :-P his past memory and identity is truly gone now. specifically how and why they got turned into a weirdo scarecrow is spoilers for now :-) not sayin anything just yet. again thank you! :-D
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I read your scarecrows background and it just so utterly grossed me out I had to draw him ahsgwhsf
I tried making his,,, mask look fleshy and decayed
I have no idea what possessed you to make these disgusting weirdos but I can't wait to see what else you come up with :D
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THIS IS SO COOL???? OH MY GOD???? IM IN LOVE WITH THIS DRAWING IV BEEN STARING AT IT SINCE IT WAS SUBMITTED
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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years
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My Scriddler headcannons over Batman The Audio Adventures:
1. Ed and Jon start hang out cause Ms. Tuesday bullies Ed. She is basically forcing him into team ups with Scarecrow because she wants to hang out with her gf Autumm (and because she worries about him, honestly she is his only friend and she is a teen he hired to a part-time job, he needs someone his age to hang out, prefencially someone he isn't paying to).
2. Autumm is more gentle and is subtly manipulating Jon into the team ups for basically the same reasons: Crane needs friends and she wants to be able to kiss her gf on work.
3. Small tangent Autumm and Miss. Tuesday are both not cis (Autuum is nb and Miss Tuesday is trans) and they go to high school together. They study in the same building as Dick Grayson (who is transmasc in this universe cause I said so) but Dick is a middle schooler so they don't interact much.
4. As a social experiment Miss Tuesday secretly starts "borrowing" Ed's phone to send heart emojis to Crane at random. She always whipes the evidences so Ed has no idea she is doing it. He knows she is stealling his phone but not what she is doing with it. The though should annoy him more, but as Jeremiah Arkham once said he has a weird unexpected soft spot for the kid (the phrasing was more on the side of "I cannot understand why he listens to a sassy teen and not to the very qualified doctors but if it can be used to stop the propery damage related paperwork he causes I'm glad." ).
5. Somehow the random emojis, constant team ups and several casual hang outs are enough to convince Jon that he and Ed are dating. He proceeds to tell it to Autumm who tells it to Miss Tuesday.
6. Now everyone thinks Ed and Jon are a couple except Ed.
7. It lasts until one day they are fighting Batman and Robin casually says "you and your boyfriend are going to Arrkham, Nygma" and Ed's reaction is "Did you hit your head, Boy Wonder? Did Barman's constant child endangerment finnally took it's tool? I don't have a boyfriend" and Jonathan who has being fighting with Edward over his lack of sleep in the last two days and truly didn't sleept just looks at Riddler sadly and says "Are you breaking out with me?"
Ed's reaction is a very confused "Am I breaking out with you? What are you talking about? We were never dating. Has the world gone mad?"
8. At this point Robin is unconfortable and regreting very much the fact he brough the subject up. He was just trying to be supportive. Catwoman had looked very happy when he acknowledged her relationship with Vicky Vale. Apparently he was the first person to not call them "friends" or "sisters". It even helped him realize that when people said Bruce and Harvey used to be "besties" before Two-Face they ment the same thing. So when Miss Tuesday told him Riddler and Scarecrow were dating (they hanged out in costume sometimes, after patrol, she called him brat but was always up for it, mostly they went to the batburguer ordered some junk food and gossiped about heros and villans, he called it "his information gatering mission" when explaining his disapearances to B) he decided that he wouldn't be one of this weirdos and just call them boyfriends. Miss Tuesday sayed it was a great idea.
But noo, Riddler had to be weird about it.
9. They prooced to have a discussion over their relationship. Good side is they agree they are dating actually. Bad side is that they were too distracted over it and now they are in Arkham.
10. Queerplatonic relationship goals.
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korereapers · 1 year
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mmmmmm scriddler meeting for the first time?
Jonathan is not exactly known for gossip, but everyone and their mother has been talking about the new... immate? Patient? Does it even make a difference in Arkham? He would be mad about the general malpractice and abuse, and he is, but he has grown used to it. That's the way the world works, after all. People inflicting fear on other people, controlling them, subduing them.
The new patient is indeed controlling the public opinion, and he wonders, his curiosity like a rodent in the back of his mind, its teeth getting deeper and deeper, slowly but surely.
So of course, he has to check out for himself.
He acts nonchalant, and he is damn good at it. There are only a few of patients that know him enough not to fall for his façade, and those are exactly the ones he doesn't ask. Not that Jervis and Victor care too much about stuff like that. Jonathan still doesn't know why he does.
Jonathan asks Harleen about it. His former student smiles, her smile a little absent. She has not been herself lately, and Jonathan doesn't know what's wrong, but he will. For now, he just listens, to a Harleen that's very much oversharing, to a degree it would be dangerous to.
"Okay, but you have to promise you won't use this information to hurt him."
Jonathan's irradiated eyes shine when she speaks, but still, he agrees.
"I can't say no to you, child."
And he is telling the truth. He could never betray his dear student's trust.
"Don't tell him that, but he is indeed smart. He doesn't look like it, but he is dangerous. Kind of a narcissistic profile, possibly has OCD. You know how inconclusive this stuff can be, and he is not exactly collaborating."
Ah, a difficult one. Jonathan expected no less.
"Is he giving you trouble?" Jonathan asks, and Harley misses the danger on his tone. Whoever is making her worry, he will make them pay.
"Nah, not him. He is nice enough when he wants to be. It's just..." she says, frowning slightly, the small pout she makes adorable to Jonathan's eyes. "Let's say he is too fond of riddles. And he is the biggest riddle of them all."
Jonathan's posture relaxes, and he lets the conversation be. For the moment.
It comes a moment when he formally meets him. He is difficult to miss, even among the bunch of creeps and weirdos. Maybe that's why, because he stands out by not being... too remarkable.
The man is attractive, that much is true. Not remarkably attractive, but enough to catch a few glances. His hair is impeccably dyed in a vibrant orange, his blue eyes observant behind big glasses.
Their eyes meet, and Jonathan almost gets taken aback from their intensity. His heart stops, and he doesn't move, almost... nervous at the way the man looks at him.
And then, he smiles at him, he has the gall to smile at the Scarecrow, almost mockingly, as if daring him to get closer. Jonathan sighs, irritated, and breaks eye contact.
What a fucking prick.
He already knows he is not going to like this guy.
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scaryscarecrows · 11 months
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My Feet Have Led Me Straight Into My Grave
AN: ‘Roots and Leaves’. Title from Paper Route’s ‘Glass Heart Hymn’.
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Gotham being Gotham, it takes a lot to stick out. You have to work at it.  So Dove, in the middle of a conversation with what she privately suspects is the Missing Link, good God, engage your brain, sir, doesn't clock the weirdo on Sunshine. Not until he very nearly runs into her and she has to hop aside.
Instinct says to cuss him out. Instinct gets slapped down when she sees who it is.
The brand is hard to miss and impossible to mistake. Once she sees that, she sees the rest of him; mud, plant bits, bugs, a blank expression that says he's running on autopilot. Fear toxin? Concussion?
“I'll call you back,” she says, hangs up before the Link can argue. “Kiddo. Kid, what the hell?”
He doesn't seem to register her until she gets a good grip on his arm, and then he flinches and shudders back to reality, eyes wide and spooked.
“No–”
She yanks her hand back before he can panic further. He doesn't bolt, but he looks about to.
“Hey, hon, what's goin' on?” Something, clearly, and fuck, if they've got a new crazy running around...the Gravedigger or something stupid... “You okay?”
Stupid question. He doesn't answer it, either, and right about now Dove remembers that Crane is out of Arkham. Last she heard, he’d holed up in the Narrows, which is across town, but…
“You didn't run into Scarecrow, did you?”
Silence, but he shakes his head, slow and unsure. They'll table that for now.
“C'mon, you're gonna get hit by a bus.” He doesn't move and she nervously gives his sleeve a quick, firm tug. “Hood.”
He follows her, shuffly and slow, but sticking close enough for her to make sure she doesn't lose him in the crowds. Christ...what's going on around here? He's not--he's unarmed, helmet nowhere in sight. He honestly just looks like a normal person that got caught in the crossfire; jeans, jacket, t-shirt.
Fucking Batman...fucking bullshit…
Hood's dead silent for the walk, save for his gasping breaths. Something bad happened, it must have, this isn't like him. And what's with all the yard shit? It's almost like he fell down a hill, but…
“Okay,” she tells him, once they're in her apartment with the door locked, “stay here. Just a second, okay?”
He doesn't answer, but he doesn't run, and she figures he'll be fine while she drops her purse and gets the lights on and all that.
Okay...she'll try her best to get him cleaned up, but not with her good white towels, with the dark blue ones that hide stains. Get the bathroom rug outta the way...glass of water, just in case...there. All set.
He's hasn't budged since she left him, but a little nudge has him moving again, arms held close to his sides and shoulders hunched like he's trying to shrink. That ship, Dove thinks wryly, has sailed.
It had been, really, a relief, to find that out. Robin had been small, small, small. Joker was a tall man, deceptively strong, and he would have been able to pick the kid up. Hood's nearly unrecognizable now, but the one of the first things Dove had thought, in a fit of shock and I thought you were dead, had been, let's see you fuckers hurt him now.
“Here we go, just siddown and we'll--Jesus Christ.”
Now, in stark lighting, the mud and bugs and leaves make sense. Hood's hands are filled with splinters, cheap wooden shards that jut out in all directions. Several nails have been ripped off and his clothes are dirty and torn.
Someone tried to bury him.
Dear God.
“Okay, hon, just... just don't move and we'll get these out, okay? Just stay still.”
He doesn't so much as wince when she starts removing the splinters, even though several of them go deep between his knuckles and Dove is well aware of how painful missing fingernails are.
She's maybe halfway done with his right hand when he pulls away, tumbles off the toilet to his knees and shoves the lid up. Before she can do anything, he's retching, body heaving as he spits up...grime. Gritty brown bile with bits in it.
Comfort him? Don't touch him?
Water. She brought that water glass in, now's the time for that.
He finally stills and silences, slumped over the bowl and gasping for air. His hands are bleeding where they're gripping the sides, red trickles drying against the porcelain, and she hesitantly reaches over him to hit the flusher.
“Rinse your mouth out,” she says, moving the glass towards his lips. “C'mon, that shit can't stay there.”
That takes three or four rounds and a refill at the bathroom sink, but finally he collapses against the bathroom wall, eyes half-shut. When he stays there, Dove runs a corner of a towel under the water and scrubs it carefully across his face before rubbing it over his hair, dislodging more dirt and plants and a couple of bug parts.
Jesus. Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?
“Be still for me," she says. "Okay...let's just…”
There's a lot of splinters. Every time she thinks she's got them all, another one is there. But finally she's got one hand done and Hood's breathing is a little less frantic.
“What the hell happened?” she asks him, because if someone's going to come looking, she'd like to grab her gun. If he doesn't answer, she'll just go get it–
“Harley,” he breathes. “Harley Quinn, she--I--I didn't know she was there, I didn't, Sheila said it was safe an' I--I swear I didn't know–”
Dove does not know a Sheila, but Hood’s starting to get worked up and it’s for the best to head that off.
“Okay, okay,” she soothes. “Okay. Is Harley going to be looking for you?”
“I don't–” He swallows. “I don't think so.”
She hates to ask, but she has to.
“Is Sheila?”
He shudders and curls in on himself.
“No,” he whispers. “No, no, no, she's dead, I didn't--I didn't know, I didn't mean–”
Who was she? Sounds to Dove like she might have, frankly, fucked around and found out, but Hood’s upset, head tucked against his knees to try to muffle his sobs, and maybe it’s best to just let that go for now.
“Okay, honey. Okay.”
She's partway through his right hand when he sniffles and rasps, voice thick, “I tried to save her. Honest, I did.”
Dove has no idea what's gone on, or who Sheila is, but she knows Robin. Knows he's telling the truth.
“It's not your fault, sweetheart,” she says. “Now be still, we're almost done here.”
THE END
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forevercloudnine · 2 years
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"I'm not afraid I just want to know what it takes to destroy a creature like that" you know I'd joke about 'misogyny so awful it circles back around to being gay' but I think this one hits it so far out of the park that it transgresses even that threshold. I wonder what Scarecrow thinks of Lovecraft...he must have strong opinions on the latter's 'so afraid of women and minorities it turned to limitless hatred' shtick
In Scarecrow's defense, I believe "creature" was specifically in reference to Catwoman (the story in question is from Catwoman #58-60). But he does also torture a significant number of women to death because he wants to test how estrogen interacts with fear toxin or... whatever... so I'm not going to defend him THAT hard.
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scarecrow-brainrot · 10 months
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Guess who watched Nolanverse movie finally??!?!!! I did!!! For my boy, my Blorbo! I do have some thoughts! (Warning if u like the movie: I’m going to be complaining- not about scarecrow tho).
Nolanverse is my least favorite depiction of Batman by farrrrr. Bruce’s vibes and character feel WAY off to me.
The movie is all about fear and how Batman uses it and the main weapon is fear toxin, but the scarecrow as a character is barely even looked into!!!!!!!!!!! He was just a pawn!!!!! And then they had the audacity to say he did it for the money and not to see the city writhe in fear???? Aaaaaa it makes me so maddd!!!
I LOVE how sarcastic cillian scarecrow is! Even when he’s actively fear toxined lolololol. He has some golden lines!
Omg the headless horseman was an epic nod too!
Nolanverse would be my least fav Batman movie (replacing 2022), but the only thing keeping it barely above water is the fact that scarecrow is in it.
I need more cillian!scarecrow !!! He has the perfect sarcastic-bastard-weirdo-obsession-with-fear energy and we definitely deserved to see more of that!!
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krayolakrowns · 7 months
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Jumpy
I swear the damn thing looked at me. " I stood at the hallway door stretching the spiral cord as deep into the kitchen as it would go. Whose idea was it to put the wall mounted phone in front of the window anyway?
"Oh stop, it did not." Hazel chided from the other end, her voice cracking in and out.
"How do you know it's not some weirdo waiting to kill me in my sleep?" I whispered frantically, causing violent goosebumps to pierce my arms and scalp.
The sound of her yawning an obvious dismissal of my concern, "Look, I'm sure you're just seeing things. It's only been a few days. I finished unpacking. Once you make the place feel more like home, you'll be less jumpy. I love you, now - good night." The line cut out.
With that, my loyal and ever doting best friend sentenced me to a night full of anxiety, alone. I grumbled, rushing over to slam the phone back on the receiver. Maybe she's right, I thought, peering out my kitchen window once more. Into the starless night, I studied the pale outline of the scarecrow in the smoky corn field.
"I must've imagin-" glowing red eyes lit the hollow face of the creature, boring into my very soul. I dropped out of sight, crawled out of the kitchen, through the foyer of the drafty farm house, and didn't stop until I was safely barricaded in my room upstairs.
I thought, maybe if I said it outloud, I'd convince myself to agree with Hazel. Call me a coward, but I'm not coming out til dawn. I've been out in the fields a handful of times now, and I can say with absolute certainty that there are no power sources out that direction. I had run through every possible explanation that could've debunked what I saw. What felt like decades later, long awaited daylight streamed in through the dusty curtains.
Shoving the solid oak dresser aside once more, I wrapped myself in a robe and crept hasily toward the kitchen window. There he was, the innocent, unassuming scarecrow that lives in my corn field. His back was to me, which only irked me more.
I didn't even have coffee before I had taken an ax to his wooden stake, dragging him by the ankles to the end of the driveway like a sacrifice for the garbage collector. Looking at his tottery form in the daylight made me feel all the more deranged. It's just straw stuffed into a t-shirt and a ratty pair of jeans. The last owner of this house gave him a red and black checkered flannel. He wore a thin mouth of twine and two simple, (non LED, trust me I checked) button eyes sewed to his burlap sack head.
Shaking my head, more at myself than anything I turned, going about my day as usual. Getting rid of that vile object filled me with a sense of peace, similar to when you kill a spider in your kitchen or spray a wasp nest from the garage. As a matter of fact, I was completely ready to gloat about my accomplishment when I picked up the phone and recognized Hazel's voice.
Oh, so impatiently, I waited as she went on telling me about her day and the old fling she ran into during her lunch hour. I used my new butcher knife I got as a house warming present to dice up the chicken before adding it to the hot pan on the stove.
"So, tell me, "she began, "did Manny come and bother you at all last night?"
'Manny', being the affectionate nickname she gave my straw watchman. The static coming through the line did nothing to inhibit her unyielding ability to mock me.
"I evicted him, cut him down this morning. I watched him get carted away in the dump truck. " I gloated on the phone.
"Good riddance if you ask me. That thing was so old that it was bringing down the property value." She joked over the increasing static.
"I bet he was here when the property was fir-" the click after the line disconnected interrupted my thought.
Alone with only the sound of the chicken sizzling away in the pan, I pinched the phone with messy fingers to return it to its receiver again. I dug tongs out of a cardboard box on the floor labeled 'utensils', using them to put the cooked chicken over my pasta.
The dining room was pitch back this late at night, and when I flicked on the light, I froze. My heart pounding in my ears, I quietly set the plate onto the table, picking up the shirt draped over my usual chair.
A red and black flannel.
No way, I thought. Absolutely no way this could be- bolting back to the kitchen, I threw my body weight against the sink. Tearing open the curtains with the ferocity of a mad woman, there he was. Red beaming eyes bore head-on at me, only this time, his mouth hung open in a horrifyingly silent scream.
I nearly yanked the whole phone off the wall, "911, what is your emergency?"
"This is going to sound crazy, but there is a scarecrow outside of my house-"
"Is there a reason you feel threatened by this scarecrow?" She asked, urging me to get on to the real emergency.
My eyes never left the creature, I stared at it as aggressively as it stared at me. My determination to be rid of it holding me in place, "I- I cut it down this morning. And now it's returned." I stammered, trying to make my story sound as disquieting as possible.
The 911 operator was as hesitant as Hazel to believe my tale. She took down my address before informing me there would be a squad car sent out first thing in the morning. I spent yet another night barricaded in my room, my dinner drying out on the dining table.
At dawn, I crept back downstairs, filling me with erie deja vu. Like last time, I had fled so quickly that I had left every light on. I glared out of the kitchen window from the doorway, unable to do anything but wait for the cops to arrive.
They only sent one cop. He lavked any shadow of my concern, which made me all the more worried. He and I ventured out into the dry field, the sun just cresting the roof of my hoary real estate. In the daylight, the demonic scarecrow looked innocuous, but he was missing his flannel.
As expected, the nearby county police department has dubbed my troubling call as a 'false alarm' and to put it frankly, I snapped. I had disappeared into my shed across the lawn, loading up the wheelbarrow as the cop drove back toward town. I emerged after he had long gone and made laps to the scarecrow, dropping firewood at the base of its new post. I poured damn near two whole gallons of gas on the pire before lighting a wad of newspaper. Sweat and tears marred my face and in frustration I hurled the flaming ball at the evil spirit. I watched triumphantly as it went up in smoke. Just standing there, while it burned. To ensure it didn't escape, but also to spray water on the dry grass around it. Once I was satisfied, I spent the day in bed, unable to shake my nerves.
The dread filling my core didn't relent after the flames had died and the sun had set, so I decided to skip dinner entirely. I looked out to see the remnants of that damned scarecrow, crumpled to smoldering fragments now. I assiduously hung a towel to block the window entirely and went back to bed.
I was just starting to drift to sleep when a thump sounded below my floor boards. Everything in my body screamed with warning, I grabbed the flashlight off my nightstand. Avoiding the creaky spots to the best of my ability, I shuffled over to the door. another thump, and with the door cracked, I could tell it came from the kitchen. Something walked across the groaning floor with enough weight to sound like a pirate ship.
At the top of the stairs I hit the bottom of the flashlight hard enough for the batteries to kick on. This was no scarecrow. A plethora of shadowy limbs, flailing at inhuman angles came barreling up those steps at lightning speed.
I had no time to scream.
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gghoulishdelight · 1 year
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hcs for everyone !
(mostly)
headcanons for everyone in my series, brand new city ! check it out :D
kobra kid ;
mikey/kobra is semi verbal
kobra wears its shades so that have to hold eye contact and everyone else thinks hes looking at them (and that hes awake)
kobra uses he/they/it pronouns
party poison ;
party poison makes up for kobra's silence by never shutting up (this is a good thing)
party does drag((?) is it really drag if theyre gn???) and eventually kobra gets caught trying their dresses on and slowly starts to do it with them
party uses they/he pronouns
fun ghoul ;
ghoul has adhd and can't keep still, but jet somehow knows how to calm it down with a simple touch or grabbing it by the back of its neck (think of a mama cat grabbing her kit) and whispering nonsense to calm him
ghoul's brain gets mushy sometimes and he just sits in someones lap and purrs til its brain starts working again
that, or jet holds onto him and lets it press up against xem and bite til it calms down; its not sexual or anything, despite what some think cuz of the noise ghoul makes, it just needs something to ground it while he works through his thoughts and emotions
ghoul spirals a lot / has issues dealing w/ guilt and people pleasing
ghoul bites people when he stims
ghoul communicates via animal noises occasionally, nobody knows why and it refuses to explain
ghoul is a little fucking freak (affectionate) and stares at people like a weirdo when it likes them, yet can never hold eye contact with anyone ever besides jet
hc that BLI sterilize their drac/scarecrow trainees so they don't have to deal w/ any of them being 'out of commission', so ghoul doesnt have to worry about periods or anything but sometimes it has days where it mourns the fact he cant have kids (jet has to go through these days a handful of times before xe learns to not mention kiddos around him)
ghoul uses it/he pronouns
jet star ;
jet has sensory issues and ghoul understands but also cant stop itself sometimes
jet angers easily, while ghoul is sensitive + has rsd
jet cannot understand social cues for the life of him (it takes xer fucking a g e s before xe catches on that party has a thing for xem)
jet and xeyr hair days<3
jet uses he/xe pronouns
the kraken ;
bert doesnt exactly live w/ the 'joys, hes a bit of a groupie and only stops by every couple of weeks to bring party gifts (she only smiles when they ask how they get these things) and hang around for a few days before returning to his hideout
bert uses he/she/it pronouns
show pony / dr. death ;
show pony has a southern drawl and it makes kobra all shy when ae exaggerates it for him<33
dr. d helped ghoul get top surgery and its "forever in his debt" (dr. d tells it not to worry about it but it doesnt listen)
show pony uses ae/he pronouns
dr. d uses he/him pronouns
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your-averagewriter · 2 years
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Arkham breakout.
Summary: Jerome plans to break out of Arkham with Jervis Tetch, Jonathon Crane and his partner. It's based on the one episode in season 4.
Includes: Violence, blood, insanity? and canon-level warnings
Word count: 0.8K words (sorry, it's short)
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Pacing back and force in my cell I twirl my hair around my finger smiling maniacally. Today’s the day. 
Suddenly I hear a knock at my door and a rhyming introduction. The cell door opens and a young officer steps aside revealing Jervis Tetch.
“Good day, my dear.” He greets, smiling.
“Right on time, Mr Tetch.” I say with an excited smile. I step outside of my cell and follow behind the two men and the officer. We walk down the hallways towards Jerome’s cell and I pull out the knife from my pocket as an un-hypnotized officer runs towards us.
He looks at us before cocking his gun, I duck and slide underneath him slitting his throat. He falls to his knees right in front of me so I grab his horrified and scared face.
“Why so serious?” I say slowly as I see the life drain from his face. I cackle as I stand back up looking just in time to see Jerome push open his cell doors.
I start jumping up and down as the alarms go off, the red lights flashing. 
He walks out checking his watch before speaking.
“When I say, “three hairs past a freckle,” gentlemen, I do not mean five hairs past.” He looks back up at them before continuing. “Let’s do better next time, hmm?” He says walking towards me and throwing his arm over my shoulders.
“Mind both “P’s” and “Q’s”, Valeska. We are not your militia to be becked and called.” They both walk towards him, I imagine trying to be intimidating. 
“I dread to think where you’d be without us.” Scarecrow says and I must admit that his mask is quite something to see.
“Boys, boys, let’s-” I clear my throat and he looks at me. “Right, ladies as well, let’s, uh, not squabble too early in our partnership.” 
“Right.” I say still smiling. “There’ll be plenty of time to stab each other in the backs later. But for now, let’s stick to Jerome’s plan and everyone will get what they want.”  
“Well said.” Jerome says, tilting his head.
“An earthly kingdom of terror.” Mr Crane says, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.
“A piece of Gotham pie, both sky and high.” Mr Tetch continues.
“That’s the spirit. Think big. And kinky.” He walks forward myself in tow before stopping seeing the young officer.
“And lose the weirdo. She’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” He says looking repulsed.
“Your work is done, my dear. Your race is all run.” Jervis says.
“Glad to be of help.” She says before passing over the keys then slitting her own throat.
“Now that gave me the heebie-jeebies.” I say shivering slightly.
“Much better. Now, to free the rest of our cronies, and blow this pop stand.”
We venture through the facility and unlock all the cell doors letting out the rest of the criminally insane. I laugh as I watch the cameras seeing them all escape out into the courtyard.
“This is such fun!” I say to Jerome almost jumping around.
“Oh, I know, my sweet. Isn’t it such a beautiful sight?” He shouts, dramatically referencing the havoc and chaos we’d created.
“Beautiful indeed.” I say grinning eye to eye.
Once satisfied with the state of the building we wander down outside into the courtyard. Walking out and man bumps into me clearly in some dream-like state. 
“Enjoy yourself!” I say pointing him towards his freedom but he grabs onto my hips. My face distorts as he doesn’t let go of me. “Get off!” I yell stamping on his foot almost hoping that he doesn’t so I can kill him. “Fine.” I say pulling out my knife and quickly slitting his throat causing blood to spray out of the wound. 
He falls to the ground and I groan as his blood is smeared down my striped dress.
Quickly catching up with the others a little ahead of me I carefully maneuver my knife back into my belt (under the dress). 
I huff as I walk next to Jerome crossing my arms.
“Whoa! What happened to you?” He says looking at the blood on my dress.
“Some fool wouldn’t let go of me,” I say slightly angered as we make our way through the crowd of crazy people. Some of the prisoners form an arch out of whatever tools they could find so that we can walk under. I curtsy as they all cheer for us. Jerome salutes them as the police officers start to gain some control. 
I blow kisses and make funny hand signals as I walk beside Jerome. I run ahead and unlock the main gate pushing it open letting all the criminals aout. I throw my head back chuckling to myself as I rejoin the others. 
“Onward march!” Jerome shouts.
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Hope you enjoyed reading.
Sorry it's short, I've got writer's block at the moment.
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