#cranetm

[bullsh1tterz]

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ONE.

Adam : I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future. Crane: Oh yeah? Then continue this. Crane: I don't cook I don't clean- Adam : So let me tell you how I got this ring. Adam & Crane: ….. Adam & Crane: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

TWO.

Crane: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Adam : Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Crane: I— Crane: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

THREE.

Adam : I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! Crane: Ok, Adam , I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? Adam : 1917. Crane: …You're ready.

[aston1sh1ng]

( @cranetm ) ... is that a challenge?

[jewelstole]

starter for @cranetm

there were few as frightening as crane. his extremities knew no bounds. " i don't know what you want .. but let me set things straight , i don't have it. "

[babydxhl]

@cranetm | starter call.

Sound travels too easily in Arkham's infirmary; long before she can see Crane, Mary can hear the click of his shoes on the polished floor, as easily as she can hear the nurse sighing by the door, can hear the soft weeping of the inmate at the other end of the room.

She's watching as he rounds the corner. Criss-cross apple sauce on a bed with a mattress so thin it might not even be there. A blanket designed to rip under the vaguest stress. Shoes, no laces. It had been raining when they'd pulled her out of the transit van — she can feel the damp mist of it still in her hair.

"Are you my welcoming committee?" she asks. Feigning confidence. Her voice rasps faintly in the back of her throat. "Someone should rethink that. I already know you have terrible bedside manner, Dr Crane."

[praynot]

❛ my my, you've been busy. ❜ ｡° ⸻ @cranetm.

       ❝ Wicked don't rest so neither can I. ❞   A simple curt response though not for lack of warmth. Lee regards the other with as much plain personability as she's capable of. No smile, but no animosity, either.   ❝ The bureau rescheduled for me. Something tells me you didn't let them do it a third time. ❞

[volucerrubidus]

[ lonely ] (but in a menacing way lol)

Non-Verbal Angst Prompts || Accepting

The hairs on the back of Tim's neck stand to attention when he hears the footfalls of another person approaching where he hadn't expected to find one. Likewise, the silhouette sends static down his spine when he whirls to face them.

It's supposed to be hard to sneak up on Red Robin...

Slowly, more details become visible by the scant light in the defunct lab space, filtering through dirty, broken window glass. Dark hair, light eyes, tall stature. The glint of eyeglasses. The posture of someone who notably seems to lack fear.

The air itself feels tense, as Tim stands off with one Dr. Jonathan Crane.

He wets his lips before speaking quietly, "If I dust for fingerprints, will I find yours on this equipment?"

[pv55y]

“suffering? you haven’t seen anything yet.”

          CATWOMAN NARROWS HER EYES, EXPRESSION DEFIANT & DISDAINFUL     [ SO, WHAT ELSE IS NEW? ]     FACING HER ADVERSARY, LIPS BEGINNING TO QUIRK INTO SOMETHING PLAYFUL ( —CURIOSITY KILLS, BUT SO DOES SHE ) AT HIS WORDS as they hang in the air. But she is no stranger to threats; SHE WANTS TO LAUGH,     ❛❛     SUFFERING ?     ❜❜     a painful echo, from the chest, heavy as it lays thickly between them; a rotting thing, her voice, HER EYES flicker between something dark ( unhinged, even ) & pain.     ❛❛     Suffer-ing, suffer, to suffer; funny how if you use a word enough times, it loses its meaning? Funny how that works, huh?     ❜❜     

          PUPILS SLIT AS THEY NARROW AS SHE GATHERS HERSELF; like a rubberband all but ready to snap, her body stiffens as such, whatever play she’d been previously exuding now gone from her system     [ LIKE IT WAS NEVER THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE ]     THE BUZZING, the sounds around them are driving her bonkers; the hum of the lights, leather sliding harshly across his chest, the breathing…     ❛❛     You think you know what I’ve been through ?     YOU THINK YOU CAN SCARE ME WITH YOUR LITTLE TOXINS & NIGHTMARES ?     It’d be PARADISE compared to what I’ve gone,     ❜❜

The Catwoman deliberately steps closer with as much grace as predatory; lips now curling, deforming into something rabid. THE KITTY WANTS TO BITE !     ❛❛     I’ve clawed my way out of hell more times than you can imagine, Crane. Fear & suffering? We’ve gotten acquainted well,     ❜❜     DANGEROUS PURRING, RUMBLING OF THE CHEST, A LOCKED GAZE ; she doesn’t care what he sees in her, whether he believes her to be genuine or not, REAL OR NOT,

          ❛❛     BUT YOU ? You’re just another man hiding behind a mask, trying to control what you don’t understand. SO GO AHEAD, TRY TO SHOW ME WHAT SUFFERING REALLY LOOKS LIKE. But be careful Doctor; CATS DON’T DO WELL WHEN CORNERED,     ❜❜

[ourpretender]

— tutor's office. @cranetm

as is his nature, oliver arrives early. professor ware had been notified just a week prior, and the rearrangement of their schedules — though exchanged through haughty and arguably condescending e-mails — had come swiftly. he is provided a name alongside a respective office; further information lost between the stiff conversation. still, ever since befriending felix, oliver cares little for academics — for reading, for exerting effort where he isn't appreciated (nevertheless noticed). and thus, he enters without lavish expectation, hands clasped politely around a lined notebook. the figure that meets him is — in nearly all facets — opposing of professor ware. he is young, for one. a handsome man, striking in his features — in the blue of his eyes — and well-kept, ironed down. oliver bristles in habit. "professor crane?" courteous then, he offers a pinned smile. "oliver."

[monstroum]

[ cont. from here ] / @cranetm

dent stared him down from across the table . the asylum's visiting schedule had been altered due to a recent security breach , but harvey had still managed to keep his appointment with one of arkham's most infamous ex-employees ; good old JONATHAN CRANE . the uniform did not suit him ; it made him look smaller and frailer than he actually was . but even so , the good doctor looked down on him , believing himself to be superior to harvey ( to everyone really ) when it came to intellect and wisdom ㅤ─ ㅤ THE UNIVERSE HELD NO MYSTERIES TO MR . CRANE . and yet ... harvey chuckled . " yeah , well . " he leaned back in his chair , tilting his head at the inmate . " your cell is , what , six by eight feet ? " dent furrowed his brow , feigning pity . " guess that's as big as the picture's ever gonna get for you . " a cheeky grin spread across his face , the kind that should be put on campaign ads .

but , as happy as dent might have been to see his old buddy in chains , the fact remained that CRANE HAD RUINED MANY OF HIS CASES . from the first moment he had stepped into court ( to aid goons and murderers and mobsters avoid blackgate through insanity pleas ! ) the district attorney had pinned him down as POISONOUS . slowly the cockiness he wore so well faded away and gave place to something cold and serious ㅤ─ ㅤ inside his pocket , dent's silver coin felt awfully heavy .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" how many criminals walked free in the name of progress , crane ? how many lives were ruined ? "

[nightmarefuele]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS : CHARACTERISTICS .BOLD whatever applies | ITALICS what sometimes applies | STRIKETHROUGH what doesn't apply &&.tag people. REPOST ; don’t reblog!

VIGGO HURSKAINEN.

Lust: desire for (understanding) connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behavior, love poems, erotic art (<- this makes him curious)

Gluttony: indulgence in experiences, savoring moments, hospitality, generosity, hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can't get enough, fast food wrappers

Envy: motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment-filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side-eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the Joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate

Greed: resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get-rich-quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny-pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share

Sloth: calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge-watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pajamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self-care routines

Pride: confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development

Wrath: assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outburst, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanor, intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger (<- this whole thing could be bolded, but he's careful. mostly. to "seem/feel human.")

tagged by: @vitalphenomena, ofc <3

tagging: @kylo-wrecked / @rensect, @wintrmelon, @kinomorebi, @huntershowl,

@petitsdieu, @sieverts, @ofmuse (lee!), @deficd (feyd or qimir),

@paramounticebound, @certifiably-i, @cranetm, anybody else who wants to.

[bullsh1tterz]

: : @cranetm : : GETS A MOODBOARD. ( Crane && Adam )

[aston1sh1ng]

₊🐜❜ ( @cranetm said  〉

"People rarely notice things right in front of their eyes, don't you find?"

Scott shrugs, two cups slightly veering to the right with the gesture. " Yeah, pretty much. It's why hiding in plain sight works wonders." he agrees, grinning thereafter and extending one of them to the other. He'd gone the extra mile and asked around for what Crane seemed to like, settling, then, for strong black tea ( and hoping everyone isn't a big fat liar. )

"But sometimes they just pretend not to." a cheeky little wink. "Like, say, a certain highly intelligent co-worker of mine being conveniently oblivious to hints that I want him to come with me to the movies, for example."

[jewelstole]

cranetm asked: " that's a lot of blood. " blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

her mask is cracked. a few fresh corpses are at her side. " .. meow. " she says , licking her wounds. " it's hardly my fault .. they put their hands on me. "

[babydxhl]

❛ You must overcome these delusions that are disguising your reality. ❜

hannibal sentence starters | still accepting.

Mary has her hands over her face, fingers splayed, eyes shut. She hates it. Hates giving him that — some physical sign of her own hurt, like a wounded and frightened animal. Like she is the rabbit trapped.

"I know what's real," she says. But her words are slow; she knows her voice wants to strangle itself upwards, her cadence to regress. "I know what's real," she repeats through gritted teeth.

Does she?

She thinks she does.

In Arkham, Mary Dahl sits quiet, polite as a church mouse, takes her medication. They play with her dosage not like it's an inexact science, like they say, but like they're children doing experiment. She is their test dummy, their doll — sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams there is a cog in the middle of the back, turned by latex gloved hands.

Wind her up and watch her go.

She presses her fingertips in at her eyelids and watches the colours burst. She can sense him there, studying her.

"Go away. Get away from me."

[cranetm]

𝚍𝚛. 𝙹𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙴 / 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆 of dc comics. ❛ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓 ❜

cranetm :: an independent & selective blog for 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞, aka 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰. penned by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖘. he / him. 27.

《 primarily based on the nolan trilogy with further liberties taken from games, comics, novelizations, etc. // an exploration of sadism, the darkest corners of your mind, queer villainy, & the monster under your bed. 》

╰┈➤ affiliated with :: @ofmuse & @bullsh1tterz

CARRD ┆ IDENTITY ┆ HEADCANONS

[volucerrubidus]

@crucifigere @cranetm

"Scarecrows love my posts because they show someone with their brain chemistry in perfect order, so I provide a good baseline."