If I tag you and you do not want to participate, feel free to ignore this. But I got a really interesting ask and would like to invite you to answer it yourselves!
If your muse were a fictional book genre, what would they be?
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Yall I think I’m pms-ing cause hoo boy the Nolancrow brainrot has me in a chokehold 😩🙏 So naturally I’m making it everyone else’s problem 😛
Synopsis: You’re pursuing your doctorate in botanical science and are in need of rent money. Good thing there’s a study looking for participants.
Cw: dubcon (but reader is a freak so she don’t gaf), med kink, doctor/ test subject, medical equipment, needle, glove kink, drugging (reader gets microdosed w fear toxin), overstimulation, use of vibrator, a bit of manhandling, reader passes out but kinda gets aftercare?
Getting your doctorate was not for the faint of heart. It took long grueling hours, sleepless nights, and endless determination.
Most people shied away from such a workload, but not you. You were determined to make it happen, no matter the cost.
Even if it meant having to do odd jobs to make ends meet. Which is what led you to standing outside one of GSU’s labs, mentally preparing yourself to handle whatever indignities were asked of you.
The flier had been pinned to one of the notice boards in the less traveled areas of campus, near the greenhouses where you spent most of your waking hours.
There was a pharmacological study being run and was in need of participants. The pay offered was surprisingly decent, enough to draw your attention and make you immediately look further into it.
From what you could glean, it was testing a drug that could potentially enhance senses, the study wanted to catalogue how the body responds to stimulus while under the drug.
Sounded simple enough. Easy money.
So you signed up and came to the labs on the date listed, which is where you were currently. Sat outside on the creaky old chairs, patiently waiting to be called in.
“Ah, well this is an interesting development.”
A familiar voice came from the hallway to your left, making you sit up just a bit straighter.
Doctor Jonathan Crane. Your former psychology professor. He looked every bit the Doctor he was, dressed sharply in a suit and carrying a clipboard, his cold blue eyes regarding you with the same clinical intrigue he had looked at you with when you had his class.
You had been one of his favorites, if a man like him could have favorites, that is. You were hard working, detail oriented, and noticeably intelligent. Never late to class, always turned in assignments early, asked interesting questions that he hadn’t considered before.
Needless to say, a shining star amongst the dim droves of lackluster students he’d become accustomed to.
“Oh. Hello Dr. Crane.”
You stood up to property greet him, which secretly pleased him. Still ever the breath of fresh air after many years.
“You’re the first person to sign up. I assume the payment was a spectacular motivator.”
You chuffed softly, flyer crinkling in your hands.
“Of course. Getting a doctorate isn’t cheap, as I’m sure you know.”
He nodded in understanding, pausing to check his watch.
“Indeed. Shall we get started?”
He stepped past you and opened the door, holding it open for you as you walked into the lab.
It was a simple space, looked somewhat like a doctor’s office, with cupboards, supplies sitting in boxes and jars on the counters, an exam table with a paper cover.
“There’s a gown for you to change into behind the screen.”
He instructed, shutting the door behind him with a click.
Normal enough, you supposed, sometimes studies needed to get up close and personal. So you stepped behind the screen and changed into the gown, leaving only your socks and underwear on.
When you stepped back out he glanced over at you from where he was setting up equipment, humming in approval.
“Alright, hop up on the exam table and we’ll get started.”
You did as you were told, the sanitary paper crinkling under your thighs and you settled onto the table.
“Is it safe to assume this will be somewhat like your older tests?”
You questioned, offering him your hand to insert the IV.
He nodded, carefully inserting the needle and smoothing a piece of medical tape over it to secure it in place. You had been in a similar situation before, helping him with his experiments. A bit of extra credit for his brightest student.
His interests overlapped your own in an odd way, he focused on psychology and you focused on botany and plant pharmacology. The two subjects came together beautifully to make his toxin.
“Similar yes, but not entirely the same.”
He picked up a small glass vial and showed it to you.
“I’ve been refining the formula. Trying a new plant extract I’m sure you’d find fascinating. I can show you the notes after if you’d like.”
“I would like that very much.”
You nodded, watching him fill a syringe and inject it into the IV line. He clipped the pulse oximeter to your finger and had you lay back, watching your pulse on the monitor.
“I’ve given you a microdose of the latest batch. Today’s goal is to test your sensitivity whilst under its effects.”
He settled onto a wheeled stool by the end of the exam table and reached beneath it, unfurling the stirrups and locking them into place.
“I assume you’re still wearing underwear, yes? Slip them off and place your feet in the stirrups.”
Your heart almost skipped a beat but you blamed it on the toxin running through your veins and quickly slipped off your underwear, tossing them over into your pile of discarded clothes. You awkwardly settled your feet into the stirrups, shivering at the cool air.
You supposed this made perfect sense, fear and arousal came from the same place after all, he must want to be through with cataloguing different kind of reactions while under the toxin.
Science often went to weird places.
He snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and rolled between your legs.
“Move closer for me.”
He barely gave you a moment to respond before hooking his hands under your knees and pulling you close to the edge of the table, making your legs spread wide.
“Perfect. Let’s begin.”
You heard the snap of a bottle lid then felt a gloved hand settle on your hip, jolting slightly when his fingers came in contact with your folds. You felt the cool wetness of what must’ve been lube being spread around, biting your lip when his fingers grazed your clit.
He rubbed a small circle around your clit, gaze flickering to your expression and to the heart monitor, observing your pulse spike slightly with great fascination.
You felt a faint rush, the toxin finally starting to take effect and you felt your muscles tense.
“I-I’m starting to feel it”
You mumbled, squirming slightly under his clinical gaze.
“Good. Describe what you’re feeling.”
He hummed, continuing his ministrations. You sucked in a breath as he pushed a finger into you and tried to focus on forming a coherent sentence.
“It’s- it’s like…a feeling of being watched. Like I know there’s-there’s something there but I can’t see it-“
Your hips bucked slightly but his hand pinned you in place, not allowing you to escape.
“Fascinating. That unease seems to be making your arousal and responses more powerful. Let’s try something more intense.”
He pulled away, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of stimulation, and grabbed something off the tray.
You heard the buzzing before you saw it, a soft yelp escaping you when he placed the vibrator against your sensitive clit. The stimulation felt intense, so much to it made you try to shut your legs, but he pushed them back open and held you there.
“Ah, ah, don’t fuss. Focus on the sensations.”
He tutted, hand sliding down from your knee and back to resting firmly on your hip.
Your head was swirling, you could barely focus on anything at all, the overwhelming feeling of unease at war with the terribly pleasurable buzzing against your sensitive clit.
He noted the way your pulse spiked and your muscles tensed, your rapid, shaky breaths filling the room.
So similar to a fear response. Fascinating. Many test subjects at this point in fear would have passed out.
He was pulled from his clinical ruminations by the sound of your panicked moans and the jerking of your hips against his hand.
You were so close, teetering on the painful edge of panic and overwhelming pleasure, he almost smiled at the sight.
When you finally came, you let out a strangled sob, stars dancing on your vision as you clawed at the edges of the exam table.
He hummed in approval, switching off the vibrator and setting it back on the tray. He glanced back at the heart monitor and up to you, humming in thought as he studied your slack expression.
You had indeed passed out, an expected outcome but intriguing nonetheless.
He peeled off his gloves and tossed them into the nearest trash can, coming to your bedside to check on you. His hand rested on your cheek, gently patting at it to see if you would stir.
You inhaled sharply, eyelids fluttering and opening, your half lucid gaze shifting up to him.
“Doctor?”
He smiled slightly, brushing stray hairs from your face.
“There you are. How’re you feeling?”
You inhaled and exhaled softly, feeling like your bones were made of lead.
“…’m tired. ‘Nd anxious.”
“That would be the lingering effects of the toxin. You’ll need to rest here for a bit until it clears your system.”
He carefully moved your feet from the stirrups and folded them back under the table, gently patting your knee.
“Get some rest. You did wonderfully.”
You gave a tired hum, struggling to keep your eyes open as you watched him bustle around and jot down notes on his clipboard.
If this is how participating in his studies continued to go, you didn’t mind one bit.
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Yumeship art dump + rambles about why I love Nolan's take on scarecrow even though he only had 9 mins screentime
The way I draw his hair bro...it keeps changing💔
I think I'll draw my own version of him since I already have an alternative outfit which was based on his judge outfit,,, but I wanna make a design from the batman begins movie since he looked plain ngll
Ok so ramble about Nolanverse Jon
He's still my favorite because even tho he's not the typical scary scrawny Jonathan in the comics he's still an embodiment of fear for me. Not in the traditional way where he has to look "ugly" to show fear,, because Cillian gave him this elegant yet terrifying persona that draws me to him. "uuu that's not scary uf you like him..." That itself is terrifying. It's not the fact that he's hot, it's the way that even though he looks good he comes with bad intentions.
Batman Begins is supposed to look like a realistic pov of the comics and honestly??Cillian played the role well. It's like instead of a cartoonish idea you're supposed to be afraid of like a walking scarecrow,,, NolanCrow actually looks like the type of guy you'd be wary of. Afraid . Someone with enough charisma, someone who works in the field of psychology supposedly to *help* only for them not to.. that itself is scary. This is a different take on fear and I love it.
And I think that he, as someone who studies the human psyche aside from fear, would know this. He would use this knowledge to his advantage plus the supposed "I'm here to help you" look to make people assume he's a good guy when he's not.
So yah idgaf if he is so called "inaccurate" there are different variants that are unique from each other that makes each scarecrow stand out from their other alternative counterparts so ya I'm defending him till I die idc 🗣🗣🗣
