#Golden Crane

[mogranet]

Onmyoji – Ubume (Golden Crane) Cosplay

Are you a fan of Onmyoji, the popular Japanese fantasy RPG? If so, you’re likely to be familiar with the unique and captivating characters that make up its mesmerizing world. One such character is Ubume, also known as the Golden Crane. Ubume is a beautiful and mysterious spirit, shrouded in ancient legends and folklore. With her striking appearance and ethereal presence, she has become a beloved…

[the-evil-clergyman]

Dancing Nymph by Walter Crane (1895)

[incomescrane]

In which Radahn takes on the Tarnished who bested him as a champion, and tries to pass on his gravity sorceries.

[finniestoncrane]

Hi you got me absolutely hooked on golden age scarecrow, could I request some general fluffy headcanons about him?

(P.S. your writing is amazing keep up the good work!!)

Scarecrow Headcanons my sweet bug, my softest boy!! some soft headcanons for this little beanpole!! i wanted them to be sort of relationship based, but they can be platonic or romantic 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: all fluff here friends!!

you're held in high regard if you've managed to make it into his list of trusted people

and without even realising that you needed to prove yourself you have, just by being kind to him

which sadly is not something he experiences often, if at all

so you're special, which means he's a little bit obsessed with you now

there's not many cumulative minutes in the day where he's not thinking about you

his work is still important to him, but he finds now that it's easier to be distracted, especially when you're the thing distracting him

you're a reason for him to keep working though

or to keep committing crimes...

because he's addicted to buying you gifts, so he needs the money

very crow-like in the way he'll approach this

anything he thinks you'd like, he has to get it for you, bring it to you, present it to you and wait to be applauded or praised

and you can win his loyalty by receiving his gifts kindly, especially any books he brings to you for you to read

that's one thing... if you're not a big reader, you better get used to it

he doesn't mean to do it in a strict or pressured way, but he will quiz you on the books he has gifted you

and he does expect you to read them all

if you asked nicely though, i'm sure he wouldn't mind reading to you

especially if it's on a stormy night, reading by a dim light, that's definitely one of his preferred bonding activities

and since you're one of his trusted people, you're one of the few to actually be allowed into his book filled apartment

he likes having you there, because you've never judged his space

and you actually seem to make the place warmer, which is helpful, because he never seems to pay any of his heating bills

eventually he'll accept gifts from you

at first, he'll be completely put off by it because he might feel like a charity case

but a nice scarf for the winter, a new pair of fuzzy socks for wearing at home, a book he hasn't read yet (if that exists)

he'll accept them gratefully and will even attempt to offer you genuine warmth in return in the form of a very bony, very awkward hug

[diioonysus]

vintage illustrations + my tattoo list

[lepetitdragonvert]

From the Tower Window of my Bookhouse

Edoted by Olive Beaupré Miller

Chicago, the Bookhouse for Children Publishers

1921

Artist : Donn Philip Crane

Far away within the wood a troop of Fauns and Sa’tyrs were dancing in a round, while old Syl-va’nus, who was their king, slept in a shady arbor. Gay, rustic, wild-wood folk were these, with horns upon their foreheads and shaggy legs of goats.

[omercifulheaves]

BPRD: The Shadow of the Golden Crane Art by Michael Avon Oeming

[justbusterkeaton]

Music: Is She Really Going Out With Him? By Joe Jackson

[pointandshooter]

photo: David Castenson

[ewzzy]

My favorite discovery from reading a bunch of early Batman comics is discovering that the golden age Scarecrow is just a guy with a gun. I mean, he gets a costume and all but there's no fear gas. He's just like "I bet you'd be really scared... if I shot you!"

[heatherfield]

I got fifty hours of community service, and then Devlyn stayed and helped Judge Pringle start a YouTube channel. Hope you’re happy.

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 5 “The Chaos in Court” [x]

Bonus:

[loopscereal]

VOTE GOLDAMI extras below the cut

inspired by Chocos animatic that wrecked me, I've rewatched it god knows how many times! i love it so much! vote goldami i say as if im not going down with a sinking shi-💥 uh uhh i gave Cami some scarring (?) on her hands, due to her "evil magic hands", idk if they're Actually There or if its metaphorical for how she sees herself, Golden is kissing her hands and pulling one to their chest to show that her hands wont inherently harm people. her hands are inspired by eclipsa from star vs the forces of evil, personally i would giver her the scarring physically, cause her wearing long gloves all the time would be really cool uhhhh detaaails details uhhh

cami has anchor earrings, Golden has the steering wheel of a ship. haha get it? a ship could never love an anchor? cami also has her hair turn into chains but i feel like thats obviousss. their outfits are also sailor and captain outfits respectively, idk how accurate they are i just googled sailor and captains and combined things that looked cool to me. anyyway details abt their outfits:

camis stripes are "light stripes on dark base" with a white bow thinggg (if we ignore her collar thing)

Golden has stripes that are "dark on light" and a black bow thing, and black gloves! so their things are opposites but their hands are matching and "dark"

THATS IT thats all for details, uh onto concept stuff and drafts that you (choco) might like.

in my first sketch (left) wanted to have cami doing nothing with her hands, abscuring them complerely somehow, and then theres one where shes literallt going in circles with golden with her hands behind her back, and Golden offering out their hand. second sketch (middle) i got the idea to have Cami not looking at golden, crying, and gaving Golden hold her hands to their face, cupping their own face with her hands, and kissing her hands to show theyre not evil. but the third (right) sketch i realized that i didnt really like Golden being "above" Cami in any way, whether it was her own perception of them as better than her, or not, i liked the idea of golden "coming down to her level" on the floor and comforting her, being by her side. so! on the floor! they re both on the floor now.

heres where i start focuing on the one pose, getting the anchor as an earring instead of a hairclip, and i lifted her head a bit but i ddnt like that, i really really liked the "dropped" hanging head she had in that third sketch. uh blue sketch is the begining og the final thing! yay! then the first actual draft thing. this is when i decided that i wanted to colorpick the blues specifically from chocs videos. twas essential. uhhh yeah. yeah. long story short this it totally revenge. this is me getting revenge. revenge from choco, who clearly wrong me, me in specific, by using the cranewives in his propaganda. this is revenge, i hope you explode. <3

[the-evil-clergyman]

Illustration from The Six Swans for Through Fairy Halls of My Bookhouse by Donn P. Crane (1925)

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Hm. So The Crane Wives

[finniestoncrane]

Hard Truths

Golden Age!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 commission: thank you @the-exception-to-the-rules for this super sweet prompt, i am desperately pathetic for ga!jon and his long, pointy face 🎃🧡 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: tiny bit of angst, but nothing nsfw

In his gloomy office, Jonathan Crane loomed over an ancient tome that filled the room with the pungent dust of a thousand fingers belonging to a thousand curious minds. The air was thick with the stench of old books and stale coffee, two things you had come to associate with him. And in an almost Pavlovian response, your heart began to flutter as your nostrils filled with the familiar odour. 

You tentatively entered his safe space, his lone area of solitude for the most part, very aware that you were interrupting one of the only times he really had to himself, but finding it necessary to speak to him, to explain yourself for the little miscommunication between you two.

“Good afternoon, Jonathan.”

“Professor Crane, please.”

A curious fellow, to correct you to use a more formal greeting, but you obliged. Not happily, mind you, as you felt you were both definitely beyond formalities in your relationship. But it was perhaps to be expected, given how upset you believed him to be. 

“Professor Crane, then. Could you put the book down for a second?”

“Why?”

“So… so that I can explain?”

He dropped the book, only slightly, enough for his head, slender, pointed features and round rimmed glasses, to poke above it, looking at you questioningly.

“Why would you need to explain anything? I’m an intelligent man, my dear. I understand what happened. And I am at peace with it.”

It hurt to see him so nonchalant, especially because you could tell he was hurt underneath the facade. He’d opened up to you, letting you know the extent of his childhood bullying, the continuation of that into his career, poked and prodded by his colleagues, referred to as ‘scarecrow’ behind his back, when they thought he couldn’t hear. And you, the person he had trusted, had seemingly turned on him also. You were determined to explain, whether or not he wanted to forgive you. You needed him to know. 

“Well… regardless, I feel like I owe you an apology. Or an explanation. Or both.”

Jonathan had already returned his focus to his book, languidly turning the pages with a long, thin finger, pretending not to listen to you as you started to speak, ineloquently out of nerves.

“I denied our… relationship… when they asked me at the faculty meeting. Not out of embarrassment, quite the opposite. I was… I was worried they might only taunt you further. Professor Crane, a cliche who has fallen into a mad affair with his secretary. How… typical. How droll. And I didn’t have the heart to tell them the truth, that I’m…”

He raised an eyebrow, telling his obvious intrigue into your words. 

“... It didn’t seem the appropriate time to tell you, for the first time, that… I love you.”

Jonathan kept his eyes down, pretending to read, but you could see his smile curling into his gaunt cheeks, his eyes watering with the realisation that there was hope for him yet. And not wanting to disturb him further, you leaned over his desk and pressed a kiss to his forehead, leaving him in peaceful silence to digest the realisation that you cared for him genuinely. A fact that might take him some time to get used to.

[toxins-very-gay-thoughts]

"Echoing where my ghosts all used to be Oh my, oh my There's still cobwebs in the corners And the backyard's full of bones Won't you stay with me, my darling When this house don't feel like home?"