#Abigail crane

[lizzie-hearts-cant-drive]

doodles of my living dead doll girlies bc ive been OBSESSED with them <333

[scribblingplace]

A Portrait of Abigail Crane to go with Mr. Graves who you can see here.

https://at.tumblr.com/scribblingplace/line-art-of-mr-graves-one-of-the-first-living/et137gmjicwr

She’s thinking about biting someone.

[hyperactive-rogue]

Quiz/Miyu Tangram and Madame Crow/Abigail O'Shay for @dcobscurecharacterbingo no capes au prompt. Finally drew my Abigail O'Shay design ! Like I doodle her a lot but rarely sit down and draw her seriously

ALSO they're so underused even though I'm sure a lot of tumblr batrogues fans would love them.... dc please I need more of them

[like-rain-or-confetti]

These Small Hours (The Riddler x Abigail Nygma-Crane)

"Abigail get off the ball!" Jonathan snapped, giving his daughter a stern glare. Whilst she no longer was lying on it the way she had been, she didn't leave it alone like he had wanted. Jonathan smiled slightly but there was no pleasantries to it. "Fine, break your neck on the ball." He muttered to himself. "Just distract her with something." Edward rolled his eyes at Jonathan. He eyed the cake on the counter nearby. "Do you want cake, Abby?" Jonathan asked crisply. "What?" Abigail turned to look at Edward and Jonathan. "Do you want cake?" Edward asked, much softer than Jonathan's stern tone. "Yes." She nodded.

One slice of cake later and Abigail was distracted by cartoons. "She's bored." Edward said to Jonathan. "Would you like to entertain the seven year old?" Jonathan asked sarcastically. "Absolutely not. We have nothing in common." Edward replied. "You have plenty in common, Edward." Jonathan replied flatly. "Besides, even if she didn't. She looks up to you, curious about everything you're doing." "So?" "So she wants to know what her father does that gets him so distracted." Jonathan deadpanned. "Show her something, make something with her that isn't dangerous. I'll think you like it more than you think." Jonathan finished and Edward scoffed. However, Jonathan sealed him into the deal when he started talking to Abigail that if she were to do something with Edward... what would she want? Her reply had the two stunned. "Can we build a robot!? I wanna build a robot!" Edward looked at Abigail. "A robot? You'd...you'd want to make a robot?" "Can we!? Oh, can we please!?" She begged. "A small one." Jonathan insisted fearing those two together would make a fifty foot robot if left to their own desires. Both Abigail and Jonathan looked to Edward who slowly nodded. "Yes...we can do that." Abigail yelled with excitement. Edward found some spare materials that would do nicely. Meanwhile Abigail couldn't seem to focus on anything, something catching her eye or the cup of juice she had brought with her. "I can't help but feel you're distracted." The Riddler smiled down at Abigail, who attempted to climb the desk, too distracted to realise he was talking to her.

To his surprise, Edward didn't find it so bad, Abigail was hooked on every little thing. After spending all week on it, Edward sat on the couch whilst Abigail was asleep in bed for the night. "It won't work the way she wants to, not without the adjustments." Edward huffed. "So make them." Jonathan replied blankly. "If I do, she won't learn!" Edward remarked. Jonathan sighed, tossing the newspaper to the coffee table before him. "Don't play dumb with me. You know you just want to flaunt it in her face that she needs your help." "She accepts my help but if I do it without her knowing how and why then she won't learn!" Edward argued. "Edward, that's not the point of this." Jonathan sighed. "What are you talking about!? Then why bother-" Jonathan cut him off before Edward could finish. "You want to feel needed but it's unnecessary. Of course, she needs you but this is about you two sharing something, creating a memory. It's not about the damn robot!" Jonathan explained impatiently. "Make the adjustments and tell her absolutely nothing. It'll only knock her confidence and this is supposed to enjoyable for you both. Not a teaching moment...not for her anyway." He added and Edward gaped at Jonathan. "What teaching moment do I need!?" "That being right isn't the best feeling you could get out of this. It's not difficult to outsmart a seven year old but you'll see what I'm talking about later. Make the adjustments, tell Abby nothing and you'll see what's truly rewarding in the end."

The next morning and a few secret adjustments made by Edward later, Abigail was eager to show Jonathan the finished creation. Edward set the robot down on the counter and asked Abigail if she wanted to flip the switch. "No, you do it!" She replied excitedly, barely able to stand still. Edward rolled his eyes slightly at Jonathan before flipping the switch. Abigail's eyes lit up as her little robot began to walk around the counter. "Greetings, A-A-Abby." Came a small robotic voice. "We did it! We built a robot!" Abby cried out, hugging Edward tightly. "This was all you, my sweet." Edward reluctantly said, gritting out the pet name as he eyed Jonathan. Edward straightened, lifting her into his arms. Jonathan nodded. As much as Edward wanted to take the credit and point out the obvious that she couldn't have done it without him, that wasn't the point. If he kept an open mind, Edward would be rewarded in a much more special way. "We made a robot!" Abby's voice shifted, wavering with emotion and Edward's jaw dropped, staring at Jonathan. Abigail clung to him like he could disappear at any moment. "We made a robot..." Abigail spoke with a sob of happiness. It clearly meant a lot to her. Edward's chest leapt, his breath caught in his throat. Creating things like robots was nothing to him. Second nature, a hobby that sometimes was put to the back of his mind. Yet to his daughter, it was life changing. Enough to reduce the poor girl to tears, filled with emotion. Was this feeling the reward?

Like he could read Edward's mind, Jonathan nodded. Edward hated to admit Jonathan could be right but this could be better than credit. The adoration his daughter felt for him. To have been a part of the source to her happiness. Why, it was much more worthwhile. That shook him to his core. A very new sensation. He cradled the back of her head as he felt a lump form in his throat. All his life he sought validation, praise, recognition and this child had given it to him in seconds. Jonathan smiled knowingly, a piece of him wondered what that would have felt like.

[kolcheksluver]

“New crane wives album out,” I say with the intent of editing Stakeshipping to the songs

[rosetintednightmares]

Actively ignoring his mischief

[deschainartnerd]

Full of greed he used to exhume,

In search of jewels he entered tombs.

He disturbed her grave one dreary night,

And she stole his life bite by bite.

[schoolburnout]

Guess so is going to up the first 3 seasons of Sleepy Hollow again? Me! I am! On another note, they did my girl Abby dirty.

[heavenboy09]

10 Years Ago Today

From Fox Television 📺 Presents

The Reimagining Of A Classic Dark Tale From Long Ago

That Is Getting A Remake Of Horror, Set Loose In Present Day America 🇺🇸

This Is A Age Old Story That Has Yet To Be Told

UNTIL NOW....

In 1781,  During The American Revolution War

Ichabod Crane, A British Spy Under The Command Of General George Washington

 works for George Washington as a double agent.

Crane Must behead a Horseman, A Entity Of The Signs Of The End Days

In desperation, Crane kills him with a mutually fatal blow.

Crane next awakens in

2013 SLEEPY HOLLOW

A Small Town Area In Upper State Of New York

with Washington's Bible to guide him.

He meets Sheriff's Lt. Abigail Mills and learns

that THE HORSEMAN HAS ALSO RETURNED.....

Crane learns that He and Abbie are the two Witnesses of Revelation.....

and the Horseman is Death.

Should he regain his severed head, his master, MOLOCH, would be released from PURGATORY  

AND THE END OF DAYS WOULD OCCUR. 

THEY MUST ENDURE THE 7 YEARS OF TRIBULATIONS ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE AS THEY MUST UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS & VANQUISH TERRIFYING EVILS 😈 UNLIKE THE WORLD 🌎 HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE

CAN THEY BRING ABOUT THE END OF ALL EVIL ON EARTH 🌎

OR WILL THEY FAIL AND DOOM HUMANITY TO ETERNAL DAMNATION FOR HELL ON EARTH 🔥 FOR ETERNITY

COME & SEE

FROM 20 CENTURY FOX TELEVISION ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS 📺

THE DARKEST TALE OF AMERICA'S DARKEST HOUR

IS REBORN

TOM MISON

NICOLE BEHARIE

ORLANDO JONES

& KATIA WINTER

IN

FOX'S

SLEEPY HOLLOW 💀🐎😈

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO FOX'S

SLEEPY HOLLOW 💀🐎😈

THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW BEGINS ONCE AGAIN 💀🐎😈

#SleepyHollow #IchabodCrane #LtAbigailMills #TheApocalypse

[incorrectdmp]

Vincent: *dies*

Chaos God: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months!

Abigail: Bullshit. One month.

Samuel, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? VINNY JUST DIED!

Charlie, scratching chin in thought: One week.

[blacksoulblackcats]

"Rip _ you would've loved _" Trend Ft. The bachelor(ette)s

Rip Alex, you would've loved the TikTok shop and saturdays are for the boys

Rip Elliot, you would've loved Cannibalism used as a metaphor for love and Hozier

Rip Harvey, you would've loved The Bachelor and Keurig

Rip Sam, you would've loved Shoe Gaze and Literal Memes

Rip Sebastian, (my love) you would've loved League of Legends and vape mods

Rip Shane, you would've loved South Park and Crocs

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Rip Abigail, you would've loved Final Fantasy and MLP infected au tiktoks

Rip Emily, you would've loved simply nailogical and cake carts

Rip Haley, you would've loved Pink Whitney and saying "I'm just a girl"

Rip Leah, you would've loved Brittany Broski and The Crane Wives

Rip Maru, you would've loved Chat GPT and Grays Anatomy

Rip Penny, you would've loved Sour Dough starters and Wordle

[scribblingplace]

Have an Abigail Crane to go with Mr. Graves

[flor4de4amor]

thinking about how when aviator!abby gets home from base she asks you to unbraid her hair and play with it

Aviator!abby brainrot

so i got a bit ahead of myself writing for this... n changed the prompt a little to washing avi!abby's hair cause i love her + my love language is acts of service.

just a reminder for everyone reading, these aviator!abby writings are the last of the au as i'm clearing out drafts plz enjoy!

click for palestine | boycott tlou | read b4 engaging w me

warnings: casual nudity, abby's an annoying freak - per the usual.

abby’s hair is a tousled mess. she most likely undid her braid in the privacy of your shared garage, once parked after her long work day. her face is tense and you can see her body is rigid. it’s been a long day for her. she’s pressing your face with wet kisses, slaughtering your face with appreciation in the front doorway. “hi baby,” you mumble into her neck.

“hello,” she whispers back to you. exhaustion is evident in her voice. you know exactly what she needs.

running your fingers through her messy hair she groans, “want me to wash your hair up?” you offer while twirling your fingers around her soft wavy ends, a result of her tight braid.

“mm,” she groans back appreciatively, which you take for a yes. 

“you’re lucky i speak your secret little language of grunts,” you tell her softly. she pinches your backside in retaliation. you groan and laugh all at once. “be nice to me or else i’m not gonna run your bath,” you threaten without meaning. 

“sorry,” she mutters into your neck. her weight is heavy on top of your body as she clings to your flesh. her hands come underneath your sleep shirt, running up and down your spine. her way of apologizing silently. you separate, and abby sprawls out on the couch while you run the bath for her.

she sneaks up on you silently. while you’re bent over, vunerably, sticking your index finger in the running water, checking how hot it is. she snaps her hips into yours while your knees are dug into the bathroom tile. she pretends to fuck you mercilessly, and soft giggles escape her mouth.

you gasp at her actions, “abigail!” you laugh. “here i am rushing to take care of you, and you molest me.” you tease. your neck craning to look back at her.  

her face is red with excitement and a smile prominent on her lips. she shrugs her shoulders, “couldn’t help myself, your ass is so cute,” her hand reaches down to pinch your left cheek, as your underwear peeks out from underneath your sleep shirt.  you jump upright, laughing at her actions. 

“you’re agitating me,” you sigh though your smile is peering through your lips. you turn around to face her, a playful glare rest on your face. all a facade, it’s near impossible to stay mad with abby.

“sorry,” she mutters again, her hands touching the back of your neck. her thumb rubbing slow circles on the base of your skull with care. you know she’s not really sorry.

“all these sorry, sorry, sorries, full of shit.” you sigh as her warm hands comfort your neck. “just take your clothes off and get in the bath babe,” you command gently.

“kinky,” she mutters with a sly smile.

“abigail,” you roll your eyes at her, taking your time to unbutton her uniform top, as she stalls. her hands reach to undo her khakis, the checkered print of her boy shorts poking through the undone zipper. 

“mrs. anderson,” she replies with that stupid voice of hers. she’s down to her sports bra, which she quickly discards, and her boy shorts, which she’s more than happy to rip off. her toned body on display alongside her messy hair, you can’t help but take a minute to admire her and her confidence.

“into the bath please,” you command of her once more. she slides in, with ease.

“you’re so bossy today.” you smile and scoff. her legs soak in the water and her lean back is pressed against the cold ceramic of the tub, facing you. her blonde waves covering her shoulder blades.

“you complain too much, remember who’s gonna take care of you when you get old.” you remark, and grab the shower cup from the edge of the tub. 

“can’t help myself babe,” she muses with her eyes closed in relaxation.

 you fill the cup up with the running faucet water, “pass me the shampoo abby,” you tell her while sitting the cup next to you. you sit on top of a step stool, matching your squatting heigh to abby’s sitting height, which still carries a few inches over you. she opens her eyes and hands you the mint scented shampoo. you crack open the plastic container, squirt some into your hands, and place the soap unto your wife’s scalp. she sighs at the cooling sensation, but moans in satisfaction once you begin scrubbing her scalp. your nails scratching away any impurities that lay on her pretty little head, suds building on top of her blonde hair. you rinse the soap out with the plastic cup besides you, brushing her long locks when finished. “pass me the conditioner now, yeah?”

she obliges, passing the container. “thank you, love.” she turns head around, kissing you softly.

“well someone’s gotta take care of you yeah?” you smile against her lips.

“and i’m glad it’s you,” she kisses you once more.

you lather the conditioner in her long hair, sloppily braiding it so it gets out of her way. “rise off, yeah?” you urge her, knowing that she likes to shower without help.

you groan getting up from the stool, watching as she lifts the lever, turning the shower on, wincing slightly as the hot water hits her chest. you sit on the lidded toilet, observing while she scrubs herself with pine soap. she always smells like a christmas tree. she nods at you once finished, “come rinse my hair out please?” she practically begs. 

“you’re just a spoiled little princess,” you smile at her freckled face and blue eyes. but you oblige, getting up anyway. 

“you’ve made me this way,” abby replies and sits back down once more. you scoff and use the cup to wash the conditioner off her hair. brushing out the soft lather with your fingers delicately. once you’ve finished up, your wife steps out the shower, and you wrap a towel around her. water dripping from her hairline to her forehead. “you gonna braid my hair for work tomorrow?” abby asks, throwing in some puppy dog eyes. 

you sigh, “i can’t say no when you ask like that.”

abby pumps her fist in victory, “love you so much baby.” she kisses your cheeks relentlessly. 

“shut up anderson, you’re getting me all wet,” she almost cuts you off to make a dirty joke before you click your tongue at her, silencing her quickly. “go get dressed so i can pamper you some more.”

“sure thing baby.” she paddles out the bathroom and rushes into your bedroom, eager for more of your caring touch.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Before Abigail was Home-Schooled (Abigail Nygma-Crane x Batman Villains)

Abigail tried public school however her name gave her a lot of trouble. Specifically her last name. To most it seemed a miracle the school would even take her. To Jonathan and Edward, it was the law. Edward didn't like the idea, wary that his little girl could be corrupted by the children around her but Jonathan insisted that his daughter would go to school.  Barely a few months in, however, Jonathan would change his mind. 

"You know this!" Jonathan said with exasperation. Abigail nodded. "Then why did you do so badly on this test? Abby, you've gotten nine out of my questions correct- how do you have such a low mark?" He looked at Abigail quizzically. "Do you have the questions?" Jonathan asked and Abigail dug into her bag before handing the page over. Jonathan took it and scrutinised the test as well as her answers. "I don't...I don't understand, these are correct. Why are they marked wrong?" Abigail looked up with a watery-eyed gaze, shocked. "They're right? So I should have passed? Dad, should I have passed!?" A tear ran down her face. "I-I told my teacher! She sent me out for being bad!" His gaze snapped to her.  That was when Edward walked through the door. "Yes, I know I'm late-" Jonathan shushed him. "Look at this." He held out the two sheets of paper to Edward. "I-I wasn't supposed to take the questions home! Am I in trouble?" Abigail said nervously. Jonathan couched to Abigail's level, looking up at her. "Go to your room. Your father and I need to talk about this. Don't worry, wipe those tears. Off you go." Jonathan said quietly. "What!?" Abigail jumped at Edward's outburst. "These are the questions!? Then why is this marked wrong!?" Abigail ran off. 

"Is this teacher that incompetent!?" Edward snapped. "I don't think it's possible to get teaching credentials but think this wrong." Jonathan said flatly. After a pause, Edward turned to Jonathan. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Edward ground out. "It's a possibility...or Gotham's standards have dropped dangerously low." "They were already six feet under." Edward muttered. "This is plain wrong!" "Abby!" Jonathan called. 

She was told to sit at the dining table with them. "Do you enjoy school?" Jonathan asked. She seemed uncertain and not because she didn't know the answer but that she was frightened to give her honest answer. "What is it?" Jonathan asked. Abigail caught Edward's attention as she coiled into herself slightly. "They don't like me at school." She admitted quietly. "Oh? What makes you say that?" Jonathan asked. Abigail's gaze fell to her lap as she kicked her right foot. "Did you tell your teacher?" Jonathan asked. Abigail nodded but seemed to shift. Jonathan noted that shift in Abigail at the mention of her teacher. "Do you think your teacher likes you?" Jonathan pressed lightly. Her answer would be very telling. "She made me promise not to tell." Abigail mumbled quietly. "Alright." Jonathan said finally. "I will handle this tomorrow. You won't be going back." "Finally!" Edward slumped, "Now I will-" "No, I will handle this. Alone." Jonathan said icily. "You're going to stay and watch Abby because she isn't going in tomorrow." Abigail's face lit up slightly at the thought of a day off. Edward sighed. "Fine but don't take too long. I have a lot of work to do!" 

There really was no hiding who he was, nor did he intend to. Jonathan’s icy stare bore through the receptionist as he leaned on her desk. "Miss, I really must insist on seeing my daughters teacher immediately. I will not wait for an appointment that this school appoints me because you have already failed a duty of care. I have a duty of care to my daughter and I am her parent. I send her to you. I do not answer to you. I will not wait for your convenience." Jonathan's voice was monotone but still had the edge of being chilling. The receptionist didn't really know what to say, picking at her nails nervously, eyes shifting side to side as she chewed her lip. Jonathan sighed before catching eyes with a bit of paper on the wall behind her. It had the teachers names and classes...along with room numbers. "Fine." He moved off of the table and took a right towards the classrooms. The staff in reception, jumped up in alarm. "Sir-! You can't-!" Their protests fell on deaf ears. "Watch me." Jonathan muttered under his breath as he pushed the hallway doors open and stormed down the hall. 

Abigail's teacher, Miss Hayman, jumped as her classroom door swung open. A man entered and quickly shut the door behind him and twisting the lock. When he turned, she got a better look at who it was. The notorious Jonathan Crane and in that moment she felt her stomach drop. "Hello, I'm Abigail's father." He took the test out of his jacket pocket, holding it up. "My daughter didn't do very well on this test, I was hoping to find out why." "Oh, well, Abigail is rather distracted. I believe she could be more than capable if she applied herself more and didn't disrupt class." She said lightly. "I see." Jonathan nodded. "I wasn't aware there was an issue. That is what you're describing, isn't it, Miss Hayman?" Jonathan tilted his head. "My little Abigail being quite disruptive and distracted?" She nodded. He nodded. "I see. Abigail can be a slippery little one, that's for sure but she's always been well behaved. Which is why your remarks would have been surprising, had I not seen this test...because I also have the questions." He explained flatly. She inhaled. "Sir-" "To my knowledge, Miss Hayman, these answers are in fact correct. She'd have actually had eight out of ten correct had you corrected it properly. So would you like to tell me the truth now or shall we continue this game?" Miss Haymen stayed silent. Jonathan hummed with an amused smile. "You know, a long time ago now, I was a teacher." Jonathan shrugged. "I was actually a professor at one point but when you work in a university they want you making some kind of contribution to your field. So beyond my work, I taught in GU. I was also removed, that's when I became a psychiatrist." He leaned on her desk slightly. "So if you want to talk about intimidating people under your authority and care... I'm the master of it." He gave her a toothy grin. "I admire your efforts to alienate my daughter from her home and in the classroom along with her peers but you'll find neither of her fathers are very pleased. You're wrong if you think I don't know you've been telling my daughter to keep secrets to save you and overlooking her treatment. I teach my daughter a lot of things, Miss Hayman, but lying is not one of them. It's my professional opinion that developing an environment that your child feels the need to lie isn't the right one. My daughters record will be wiped clean and it'll show the true polite, bright, talented little girl I am raising by the end of the day. That is my demand, fail that and you will know what it is to live in Gotham when I am angry with you. I will make your life hell and enjoy every moment of it." Jonathan took a breath and straightened. "Abby won't be present for the rest of the week. I won't let you see her. By the end of the week, I will see that she is out of this school and we won't be a problem anymore." He smiled. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Hayman and get on that record hm?" Jonathan twisted the lock and left without acknowledging anyone. He caused no issues, he left peacefully and to everyone's surprise. That was that. 

The next morning, he returned to check Abigail's record. As wanted, it was cleaned and showed exactly what he wanted to see. "Thank you very much. Don't fret, you won't see me again." Jonathan reassured the staff...but failed with his voice void of emotion and blank expression. He left once again. He turned around the corner and out of sight from the entrance door. 

Jonathan dug into his pocket and pulled out a small canister and smiled. He had no research for this. It was simply down to petty revenge in his eyes.  Abby's class would think twice at the very least the second they consider bullying. In fact, if he gets his way, it'll be a wonder if they even utter a word ever again.  It was a rather concentrated dose in the canister and due to the ruckus of the class, no one saw his arm reach through the window, can in hand, press the release and drop it into the classroom. An orange mist growing. When they did take notice, they're only warning was the window slamming shut from the outside. Jonathan turned and walked away, tucking his hands into his pockets. He couldn't help but smile when he heard twenty-seven muffled screams come from the classroom.

[kolcheksluver]

This might be them chat ..

[rosetintednightmares]

They're having a fantastic time (he is eaten moments later)