#cranetm

[bullsh1tterz]

🗣️ !

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine : : @cranetm

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.

[s0fias]

@cranetm said: there's no part of you i can't see.

Being exposed is not unfamiliar to Sofia. Let's just say, her stay at Arkham didn't so much as pop that particular cherry as it slaughtered it. In Arkham, nothing belonged to Sofia. Not her mind, definitely not her body. She was a thing to be experimented with, to be played with. To be manipulated then sent back to her cage when the good doctors deemed it to be time. So now, she has teeth sharper than an animal's claws.

And yet, she hates the sliver of fear that runs down her spine at Crane's words.

How much weakness can she still possess? And why does she still carry it around? Why can't she shed the layers of skin that no longer serve her? ❛ Guess I'm just glad there's still something inside me that's left of you to see. ❜ There's the truth for him. Because more often than not, Sofia worries there is NOTHING left inside of her. Nothing.

[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. "

[bullsh1tterz]

: : @cranetm : :

[archaievist]

were you eavesdropping?

"If you have to ask you already know," she says without looking up from her writing. Of course she was, information is valuable. Even if she isn't going to use said information it might be useful in other ways. "If you want conversations to be private I don't suggest having them outside in the hall."

[talescfshadows]

" betrayal is a matter of perspective. it's nothing personal. " | [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. ]  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 | @cranetm

He burned with the rage coursing through his veins, a silent vow to get his revenge now spinning around in his mind. They were supposed to be partners, working together to rid the world of the putrid and put the fear of God back into the people of Gotham. At least, that's what John had thought they were doing. If he had known that the addicts he took from the streets to punish had become a part of Crane's experiments, he never would have allowed Crane anywhere near them. More fool him for believing that Crane shared his goals when he'd asked to take a few of the lost souls John had taken off of his hands.

At the very least, he'd known Crane was trying to create some sort of fear toxin that would put people in their places. However what they saw as people's proper places were clearly very different. Crane didn't believe in God...no...he saw himself as God and only wanted people to be afraid of the 'Scarecrow'. This wasn't about a matter of perspective, it was a matter of integrity and evidently Crane had none. "Sure, and it won't be anything personal either when I crush you like the scrawny bug you are."

[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?"

[bullsh1tterz]

Doing it for one's self. A bit of the otherwise much too... open-ended response which grabs Adam's interest. Why, though? What obligation does Adam have towards himself to do anything for it? What if said self'll only weaken by getting 'fixed'; what if it's not made for mending? It bothers him that he can't risk asking, resulting in a light purse about his lips as he leans a little sideways, two palms pressing against his knees.

He mulls over the other's words for a moment, breaking them down for himself and deciding that although not quite empty, they were not quite so revealing. Childhood wasn't easy. School matched it. In what sense? To what degree? He can feel a knot burning at his stomach, this irritation at being taken for a fool, perhaps, which he believes to be the sentiment being extended his way.

"Tit for tat, vague for vague. Y'asked what I'd do to screw myself up?" a pause, specifics slowly being omitted in his psyche until he boils them all down to: "Continue as I am and add a little extra fuck-uppery of a few specific types that, uh, to be scientific for ya: suck more. " A frustrated little smile. "That answer y'question?" Narrowed eyes, sarcasm lacing the inquiry.

"Not so dandy when you're the one left high 'n dry, yeah? Take that attitude under the sheets 'n y'r left hand's gonna get real strong soon." A colourful statement to spoil a monochromatic setting - and yet the vulgarity softens in favor of the honesty in it; his only way of voicing to the other an earnest dislike towards the way he speaks - the way he regards him.

Then, a longer pause. A halt in the air. This time with a repressed curiosity about it - some attempt at impulse control that entirely fails the minute Adam decides to open his mouth up again and let spill a focus of his from earlier. "You said ... the pain got too much. What kinda pain? Physical, emotional, bit 'o both with parental issues on the side? Were ya beaten, scrutinized, what? Was little baby Crane just too damn pretty at school that the girls got jealous and stole his lunch money? Give me somethin' solid 'n I'll slap on one of those fuck-upperies I've in mind."

crane  exhales,  brows  lifting  in a little surrender of his own, just for a moment.  ❛ alright.  let’s see… ❜  he sets his pen down, leans back, and scrutinizes adam carefully.  and as he does so, he thinks back to his own past.  his childhood.  his grandmother.  crane has absolutely no interest in opening up to anyone, much less adam;  but that doesn’t mean he’s unwilling to produce the illusion of vulnerability.  ❛ my childhood wasn’t easy.  my.. family situation was unstable.  and life at school was hardly any better. ❜ he isn't lying, either.

❛ i hesitate to use the words  broken  or  fixed  in such circumstances, but—  i  was  able to eventually find help.  time, distance, and adequate support helped me to heal from my trauma. ❜ he thinks back to his brief stint as a psychology professor at gotham university. ❛ of course, it wasn't always easy. there were plenty of bumps in the road. ❜ plenty of... non believers. ❛ but i kept at it. ❜ there's a distant look of satisfaction in his pale eyes, as if he's thinking back on something.

then, with a breath, crane refocuses. ❛ ..at the end of the day, adam, i did it for myself. there came a day where the pain was too much, otherwise. ❜ indeed, it had seemed a matter of life and death. be ground into a pulp by outside forces, or forge a path ahead— no matter the cost.

❛ does that help? ❜ he cants his head to the side. seems doubtful. and, ultimately, it doesn't matter. progress will be made whether adam likes it or not.

[bullsh1tterz]

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

[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 ? "

[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. "

[archaievist]

💚 !

Send me 🚩 for one of my muse's red flags, or 💚 for a green flag.

Eliza is a ride-or-die bitch. If you need her she will be there. Is it 2 am and you need a ride? She will be there. You need someone to back you up? She will have your back. Whatever it is, if you are one of her people, she will throw down for you.

[rihdler]

[ 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. ]

𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂: being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping. 𝚂𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂: tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them. 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁: furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger. 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁/𝙰𝙽𝚇𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈: wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading. 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. falling asleep in their clothes. laying their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

TAGGED BY: @halfdent (thank you!) TAGGING: @mad-hunts, @babydxhl, @cranetm, @arcticrime and anyone else who would like to do this!

[volucerrubidus]

@crucifigere @cranetm

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