#nolancrow

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

Scarecrow is so pretty I wish Cillian Murphy was real

[newpotatomash]

I swear he's a professional doctor and that there's no fear toxin in the spikes on his collar 🥺

[susandsnell]

I mean of all of the DC villains, scarecrow??? Really?? (No lmaooo ♡♡♡)

Anonymously tell me what's wrong with me

I LOVE HARLEY AND IVY TOO AND OF COURSE TWO-FACE LMAOOOOOOO I'M A HORROR BABY WHO LIKES POINTY EVIL OLD MEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME (ily ily ily 💚💚💚💚)

...he has good potential okay

[forthegothicheroine]

My latest hot take about Scarecrow is that, contrary to popular fanon, I don't think he hates psychoanalysis or any other theory of psychotherapy because he hasn't actually tried to make anyone feel better since before he was a supervillain. (Nolancrow may hate Freud, but only because he is the world's last Jungian.)

[r1ddly]

Who uses more teeth whitening strips, Nolancrow or Arkhamcrow?

Probably nolanverse, he's probably the most pretty out of everyone so he'd definitely have a nice pair of compers, man bat is a close tie too! Arkhamverse has some.... concerning teeth, probably the worst out of everyone LMAO

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

heads up yall

I have about 25+ asks for the meme, and I'll try to get to them all within the next dew days. I'm only answering a few at a time to avoid spamming, so don't worry if your ask isnt answered quickly

lots of you are thirsty for nolancrow I will say that

....he's the one I'm least confident in writing lol

[galactic-murmaider]

Hello! Thank you v much for reblogging and I hope by saying this, I won't scare you away from doing it agaib - BUT, The nolancrow is actually not genderswapped, I just draw him like that 🥺❤️! Thank you again though😭

Oh crap sorry! Crane in a dress and skirt is fabulous though, will revise 👍

[once-was-muses]

[ I feel like the more I resolidify my Thoth, the more he's what I think people assume my Jon is like because he has the same faceclaim as Nolancrow ]

[mirtifero]

I want to cosplay nolancrow so bad

[beepboopbobbetteedo]

There really are people out there who looks at a twinky bratty sub like nolancrane and go “I wanna call that ‘daddy’”

If anything, you’re the daddy in that relationship, honey.

[whats-a-clever-username]

Sometimes I wish I semi personally knew more fellow content creators for the batrogues. Then I see some of the ludicrous shit that goes on and remember why I stay in my small circle.

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

Jonathan lacing your lunch with fear toxin as an act of love

[newpotatomash]

Finally finished this after abandoning it for like a year or so. Sort of implied batcrow, for the people who know how to squint, like I do.

[susandsnell]

Nolancrow, 🌀

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

🌀 — from the number generator on google: 39 — heartache

One way or another, he would subject Bane to the toxin before their makeshift fiefdom’s clearly numbered days were through.

Crane knew himself well enough to understand that it was not purely scientific curiosity driving the quasi-suicidal impulse, a poor academic though it might make of him. He’d leafed through his own possible motives with the casual interest he might one of the psychology journals he’d stocked up on before mail service from the mainland was cut off, along with everything else.

Leverage, if he were to insist on his own mind for strategy, for contingency. One never knew when next the winds would change, what hat they’d have to don and allegiances they’d have to profess. We plant and sow, but only the good Lord gives the harvest, he had heard repeatedly as a boy, and loath as he was to recall the decrepit drawl, the best wisdom oft came from one’s enemies. Should Bane decide to turn on him, should the League’s progressive implosion since the death of Ra’s Al-Ghul accelerate, should the military or a miracle or the Batman (dare to dream, just where had he been?) show up – he would require the upper hand through the targeting of a weak spot.  Resentment through experience offered a less flattering reason for the burning desire. He understood most humans carried the base impulse to sling stones at a Goliath and emerge victorious, driven not the will of any God, but the will of the ego, by the pageantry of defeating that which incited primal fear – that which is bigger and stronger. Bane was more cunning by far than the schoolyard bullies of yore he had been made to endure, and more competent than the ruffians he’d had to neutralize during his stint in the drug trade. But a bully was a bully, highfalutin speeches notwithstanding, and muscle memory and scar tissue had bred in him an instinctive antipathy towards the burly. The axe forgets but the stump remembers; hence why it’s better and more fun besides to strike first.

Fun; the third possible motive. In the ensuing ruckus of the fall of Gotham (not that it ever stood, but who was he to deny himself an opportunity to tip the hat to Poe?), although Judge Crane had risen to the occasion, the Scarecrow had found unfortunately scant opportunities to stalk and strike. Inflicting fear with the bang of a gavel had its charms. But like taking a new lover while still longing for the old one, the magic just wasn’t quite there. 

What a sight it would make, Crane thought more than once, to see several hundred pounds of mercenary writhe and quail before him.  (He’d writhed above him once, keened a bit towards the end, but that had been but the purchase of some short-term insurance and the scratching of a mutual itch between allies, and nothing more.)

And wouldn’t it be hysterical to hear the thundering reverberations of such a skilled orator be reduced to screams of abject terror? He often reminded his people’s court that Bane has no authority here, but what greater delight could be wrung from making that statement literal – from making fear the true equalizer by inflicting it on a false one?

He'd assured the League his stores had been destroyed in the wake of their revolution, a half-lie, of course. He’d managed to salvage enough to be safe, enough that it could be replicated when the time was right. And the possibilities promised, were just too tempting to resist.

Administering the toxin was easy enough; as was ever the case for anyone who made it big in this city, the mask was the key. 

He knew the man’s hideouts; knew where he slept. Knew that the cannisters resting at the back of that skull held the analgesic gas piped into his lungs to keep those old injuries this side of tolerable. (Bitterly, Jonathan rather felt he could have used one of those in his adolescent years. Ah, well – this would be the next best thing.)

He also knew just which of their lackeys were corruptible, and which were easily cowed; a small slip of the hand into a tray scheduled for night-time delivery, and it wasn’t even his head that’d roll when the smoke cleared. As for what would happen when Bane inevitably put two and two together; well, that could be finagled later. Right now, standing over the hulking man’s prone, shaking form, donning the sackcloth once more, it was all about drinking in the moment. And what a moment it was; huddled over himself, that filtered voice whimpered and wailed and pleaded – not for mercy, for like himself, Bane had never known any. No, what he murmured over and over was not an ode to his tormentor, but a refrain of despair. 

“Talia,” he pleaded, once-powerful hands now outstretched as if in plea – as if to hold a limp frame. “My love, I beg you- ”

Talia, he said, and Talia, he repeated. A woman’s name - easy enough to guess the rest, before the endearments started pouring forth amidst the simulated grief. The Scarecrow tilted his head; a mockery of sympathy. Feeling audacious, he even petted his head.

“It’s such a shame she had to go the way she did, isn’t it? All that intellect, that conviction, that stubborn resolve…gone in a flash of fire and smoke, buried under debris.”  (He had felt no love for Rachel Dawes, of that he was certain, but her convulsions under the toxin’s influence were a kind of kiss - and there was something close to grief to be found in one’s beautiful nemesis dying at a hand that wasn’t one’s own.)

Bane agreed by way of a wail, which made him sputter a laugh at the sheer incongruity of his state with his persona. 

It wasn’t defeat Bane feared, nor was it betrayal, plague or even his own naked vulnerability. It was something far simpler - something that Crane was almost sure he himself had abandoned to his solitary, miserable youth - give or take a flash of red hair and a snarl of determination that swore he would only ever be alone. 

Heartache. 

[sendasan]

Late B-Day Pic for @newpotatomash. I knew she favors Nolancrow a lot, but I ended up making a horror-esque idea. Maybe the result from his fear toxin?

[miasma-of-fear]

[ anonymous - in reference to this ]

[ First and foremost, I hold no general ill will for people that like Nolancrow. Cillian Murphy is a lovely actor and I've never personally seen him in a role I didn't enjoy. If you like that version of Jon, good for you. ]

[As for my opinion: I don't care for Murphy's portrayal in the Nolan films as a version of Scarecrow. As a character, lovely. As Jon? It felt like the wrong kind of manic, if he was given going for that type of Scarecrow. He felt more like another, openly sassier rogue along the lines of Riddler pretending to be Jon for a while. I also agree with the common complaint that he looked way too young and prettied up for the role. ]

[ That being said, I wholeheartedly believe present day Murphy would make a thrilling Scarecrow- with effects makeup, prosthetic ears/nose, and plenty of fake scars, of course. A handful of his more recent roles bear a striking resemblance to the cool, stoic, at times deadpan type of Scarecrow some comics portray. He's also aged since the 00's, more weathered looking, which makes him all the more fitting. The only nonconforming feature is his height, but there have been short Scarecrows before- BTAS for example, one of the most beloved versions of the character. ]

[ And on the note of practical effects- when I say my Jon's faceclaim is based off Cillian Murphy, I mean it. He's got the actor's eyes, cheekbones, jawline, voice, and that's about it. I fully believe it's quintessential to the character for him to look strange- his moniker is borrowed from the somewhat archaic slang term for an odd looking, gangly person in poor, raggedy clothes as well as the farmland standard object- though he hasn't always been shown as necessarily ugly. Certainly unconventional, but not always grotesque (though those Jons are just valid.) I feel like a Jon that looks rather feminine (along with other odd features i.e. big squishy nose, elf ears, etc.), that grew up in the deep South looking rather feminine falls in line with this requirement of an odd appearance and would certainly encourage the common backstory feature of lifelong bullying. ]

[ Overall, I don't care if you disagree with my opinions- I'm not here to defend the credibility of some actor I don't personally know and never will. I just think he'd look neat as Scarecrow again. ]