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had the longest day so replies will have to come tomorrow, but— please don't hesitate to pester the good doctor on wire

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delivers a sweaty little mongoose man ripe for hunting.

comes with warning; he's known to hunt back.

the more hunting the merrier -- ?

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he scoffs humorlessly, pale eyes devoid of any meaningful reaction. this is hardly the first time such threats have been made to crane. eventually, they lost meaning altogether. his toxin made sure of that. regardless, that doesn't stop him from twisting the proverbial knife.

❛ you know better than to try that, john. ❜ fool though you may be. the weight of the mount on crane's wrist hangs heavy, practically begging to be used. he knew from the start that it would only be a matter of time before john figured out what his real motive was. jonathan's success in gotham has always depended on deception -- engaging with the right people at the right time, and knowing precisely when to disappear. ❛ not even the bat can keep gotham's people in line. what made you think you could? ❜

" 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."

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how convenient of an answer. noble, even, perhaps to some. crane, however, sees little more than hypocrisy. everyone has their limit. what will scott say when he reaches his?

❛ do you think i'm irredeemable? ❜ crane can't help his curiosity, tone soft yet ultimately lacking in emotion. perhaps, rather than curiosity, it's simply the morbid desire to push scott's buttons. crane knows where he stands on the subject. he's witnessed his fair share of unforgivable behavior, nevermind the crimes he has contributed to and enabled in his own spare time. scott's feelings, the way he cares so deeply, make him a fascinating subject, particularly when he fails to keep away. even after everything.

@cranetm : when does a man become a monster?

Greens pause and glide to take a good look at Jonathan Crane, mirth of old dug out of them by the betrayal of knowing who he is, now, yet not completely gone. Like it stands to reason not to despise the man. "He doesn't." It's never a matter of becoming a monster. Never to Scott. "A man is a man. If he does something terrible, he's a horrible man. Calling him a monster makes it sound like any of us aren't capable of the worst. Makes it easier to just keep doing bad things." Or maybe that's just him - maybe that's just because he knows that othering evil from mankind only really allows it to grow and fester in the hearts of those inclined to say that 'well, I'm evil. But I'm not a monster.'

"But if you ask me what makes a man become the worst possible man he can be -- that's a simpler story. Hurting children. You do that, you're irredeemable."

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I've been drawing Nolan's version of Crane for about 10 years now, and it doesn't help much: depicting his emotions is a challenge. I love faces completely distorted and skewed, and here is a true (personally headcanonically-diagnosed, at least accentuated) schizoid with disjointed facial expressions. Dead and alive, frightening and mesmerizing, sharp and elegant.

Despite loving the "chem/psycho prof" version, I draw him more shaggy-haired than I should every time. Can't help it, my hands are always trying to make him look like a crow. Glad I could keep the psychopathic perfection of his persona. Not artificial enough - say, not the “porcelain-ness” of the American Psycho - but a haunting, chiseled austerity... At least that's what I strive for.

In short, there are a lot of variables, and as it turns out, it's important for me to consider them all. I protect myself from manic perfectionism, but still can't love a picture where I don't see a reflection of my soul in. I am an egoist who cannot share other drawings, even if they are beautiful and hard-fought.

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cardboard

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slowly creeping back here as the semester winds to a halt..

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Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow in Batman Begins (2005)

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Anne Carson, from Antigonick

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𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 — send ❄️ for our muses to be snowed in together.

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◤ @pv55y ◢ ➥ entered the fray.

❛ doubtless your .. feline obsession began from a young age. rejection of the self is far from unusual, often indicative of a desire to run away from something.. run away from yourself.. ❜ he spews analysis as if lecturing in a classroom, yet there remains a strange glint in crane's eye. too many injections, as of late. too much toxin running through his veins.

❛ but this, ❜ he points at her dark attire with a bony finger, ❛ false skin can only go so far. ❜ in his other hand, he holds a clear vial. ❛ haven't you wondered what it might feel like to finally cast off the facade? see what lies underneath? ❜

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Cillian Murphy as Dr. Jonathan Crane

Batman Begins (2005)

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◤ @starrstained ◢ ➥ entered the fray.

garish. noisy. lights that pulse with the club, bass low and loud enough to practically vibrate through crane's sternum. it's hardly his typical kind of haunt — but sometimes it helps to have an alibi. the good doctor had conveniently slipped in post - attack, squeezing past the worst of the crowd to the bar, which he now perches at as if he'd always been there. a shadow in the midst of the ruckus. if only he would look a bit less out of place, hunched there with his coat still on.

having spotted the blonde, he'd beckoned her closer. maybe it's the adrenaline still racing through his veins, but— he needs someone to gloat to. crane can still hear those delightful whimpers. the repeated slap of the poor man's palm against the cold, wet asphalt, before he ground his nails into the sidewalk.

❛ it's my special day. ❜

with the quirk of a brow, crane leans forward. the bitter scent of toxin lingers, faintly, on clothes. ❛ won't you congratulate me? ❜

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being dragged out of the house again (life is so hard), but add me on disco to chat muse things @ control_devil

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