Dr. Crane

Dr. Jonathan Crane "Scarecrow" roleplay blog, DC, Nolanverse, OC welcome written by Tristan

[sevenplusorminus2]

(Hello nerds! I’m getting things revitalized over here so if you’d like a thing, please let me know!)

[sevenplusorminus2]

starter for vestiica

He had been with Hydra for a little over two years now. They were the only scientifically minded outfit that didn’t take his research and (sometimes quite literally) throw him out of the building. Instead, they seemed enthusiastic. Today’s young new subject was a little bit student, a little bit research assistant, and a little bit research subject.

Crane fitted her with the large football helmet with the diodes resting on her hair. Then he turned on the video camera to record the reaction of the young male undergrad who’d needed more ramen money. Boy was he in for it.

“Don’t worry, young sir, it’ll all be over soon.” He said into an intercom, to the male.

Still standing close to her, he playfully pinched Wanda’s thigh rather too high up for proper workplace etiquette but social norms weren’t his thing.

“Okay Wanda. Hit him.”

[sevenplusorminus2]

Hello nerds! I have returned. My laptop rudely attempted to kill itself and rob me of my tumblr hobby and made me alternately rude to everyone I RP with. If one of those people was you, please let me know and we can continue our shenanigans. 

[wandathered-blog]

I never thought I would reach the 1K milestone and I am so very humbled by the kindness I have been shown by my other bloggers. I’m not going to say much else because I know no one really reads these things. SO, on to the fun part. I have wanted to do a mun video forever, but I’ve never gotten questions when I’ve tried. SO, I am now resorting to bribes in the form of a contest! c:

here’s the deal;

This is a contest much like other contests. You must be following me to be eligible for the contest and I must not be able to find any hate on your blog. You may do one or both of following things to be entered into the contest (each blog may have a total of two entries): 

Reblog this post = 1 entry

Send in a question for my mun video* = 1 entry

*be sure to preface the question with “mun video”

prizes;

♛ TWO FIRST PLACE WINNERS Will receive the option of one theme background, one theme sidebar, two promo graphics in addition to a thread of their choosing (should they want it) and me putting their character’s name into a random top 40 song (from any decade) and singing/recording it. 

♚ THREE SECOND PLACE WINNERS Will receive a promo graphic and a thread of their choosing (should they want it) along with me putting your characters name into a random top 50 song (from any decade) and singing/recording it.

♝ EVERYONE WHO SENDS IN A QUESTION Will receive one handwritten URL to be posted. Note, this may be received by those who sent in the handwriting URL in the past and I will make sure to make it different. These individuals will also receive a shout out in my mun video.

examples;

THEME BACKGROUNDS: ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

THEME SIDEBARS: ❣ ❣ ❣

PROMO GRAPHICS: ✂

HANDWRITTEN URLS: ✍ (scroll over for color)

giveaway ends July 5th 10pm EST

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if your short starters turn into long angsty novels clap your hands.

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starter for thefearling

Crane hardly ever felt fear anymore. His particular paraphilia was the fear of others. But, this new bitter acid at the back of his tongue was a new sensation for him, and not entirely unwelcome. She was certainly cute after all. At least, this 2D version’s silhouette was attractive. He put his hand through her belly. Something cold happened to his spine.

“Where did you come from?”

thefearling

[slobbering]

Nikolaj Djatschenko ~ “Mirror”

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* : like or reblog if you're a roleplayer 20 yrs or older.

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ｐｒｏｃｅｓｓｉｎｇ;

It was morning and light barely shown into the damp and discouraging halls of the facility. In the corner, curled up in a familiar fetal position. Inside her mind swarmed twisted memories of things she preferred to leave behind. Imagined hands wrapped tightly around her neck. A white painted face morphed into one that resembled half of her own. Just as she ran out of breath, she sat up quickly in her cell gasping in a cold sweat.

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[sevenplusorminus2]

Dr. Crane sat outside her cell. “Nightmares again?” He put his syringe away, having pierced her butt with it. “Of course, perhaps you’re dreaming now. What do you do once you learn your senses may lie to you? You should make your own reality, of course. Shall we talk about your goals, or your nightmares? You pick, this time.”

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professor / student starter for kiillers

[kiillers]

           With eyes glued to the graphic video playing in front of her, she doesn’t even notice the pen in her hand tapping quite loudly on the desk in front of her. She doesn’t even notice the other students around her and their weak stomachs. You could say that she was fascinated in the least, in the way that serial killers were fascinated in getting their fix. She wondered when she would be able to get hers.

        She listens intently to the words tha he’s saying, and immediately her hand shoots up as he finishes. “When she reaches that point of self-actualization, will she start again at the bottom of the pyramid? Or will she replicate the behavior?”

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“Well, this particular subject didn’t survive her... treatment. The director’s cut includes that bit. Would you care to join me after class to discuss?” 

Most of the class was gone anyway, but her naked hunger called out to him. 

“To answer your specific question... No, Maslow thought of his model on a more macro scale. People move through the phases throughout their lives, generally, in actual practice. Maslow thought, in one direction. Although, uh” Crane grins “not that One Direction. Ha ha. aha. Ahem.” He clears his throat, frowning. How did humans do it? Humor. “Class dismissed.”

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fairy tale au meme

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“No none. My mistress has claim to my soul, she did not need to mark me otherwise. For other dragons, I cannot speak. I myself also studied in the city, the one on the other side of the mountain. I hadn’t the money for high education, but I learned to read and write, and that was all I truly needed. From there, I could learn anything, just by getting my hands on the books.”

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“Ah books. It’s a miracle they aren’t taxed annually. Education is taxed plenty. Psh. Explain that one.” He sips more tea before more vitriol spills from his lips. “I shouldn’t keep you any longer than I have. I’m sure you’ve other things to attend to. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you, and if you ever wish to call in one of your chits, I shall come a-running. Hopefully when you do call, it’s not such an emergency that we must run in the other direction.” He grinned and winked at her, returning his crockery to the sink.

[sevenplusorminus2]

fairy tale au meme

[realityhelix-blog]

“I have a sister in the city. She sends me books semi-annually, and keeps me appraised of things that are going on. I send her samples of my newest plant varieties.  Dragon disciples tend to be isolated from one another, but the sisters are close. Some of us have never met, but we know each other, oh yes. We must stick together in this world. So where did you get your education? There is only one large city close by, are you from there, or further?”

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He nods, listening to her. “I’m from the city. Educated at the Citadel. It’s an expensive hobby but I love it. I’m glad I never got into the trap of thinking that it was the only way to go. I think I’ve always been far too curious about the world to think of education in those terms. Me, I feel I’ve always been isolated. I have a twin brother but he’s of a different sort. Thinks me mad most of the time. Most of the time I might be. Now that I know more about my... mark... that may explain some of it. But I think there’s a difference between madness and villainy, and some bit of genius somewhere in the middle maybe. I’m glad you have someone. It would be a lonely world without my books. You have no such mark on your person?”

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“ Y’ could’ve explained  that from th’ beginin’! ” She exclaimed with relief, but she panicked again. She hated injections. “ I totally said a friend. Go tell him ta’ bare his ass and we’ll see if he ain’t have th’ same reaction as me. ”

[sevenplusorminus2]

“Where’s the fun in explaining things all the time. If it’s who I think you mean, then bring him by. You’ll be responsible for what happens after. Cause after I do it, I’m going to fucking Bermuda. Joker’d be lucky to have me ask him to bend over and take it like a big boy. I doubt he’s had as big as me. You’re welcome to watch if you want.”

[sevenplusorminus2]

fairy tale au meme

[realityhelix-blog]

“Not at all. For one ling I lack a little of her…strength of personality. Just a little bit closer to Nanny Ogg honestly. But that is the idea. Even seemingly purposeless things can have great purpose, if you shift your perception of value.

Take flowers for instance. There are flowers that produce no fruit or seed fit for human use. Those who value only tangible things might see them as frivolous. Plants grown only for flowers, what use are they? The person who plants them in their yard, in spaces that could be used for herbs or vegetables, merely because they are pretty, what are they thinking?

Well, they are thinking they are pretty. It creates an intangible, therapeutic effect for the planter, and for all who see the blossoms. Unseen or unnoticed by those who place no value on things that don’t directly benefit them.

And the flowers on the verge, in the meadow and ditch? Those flowers not even beautiful enough to place in a garden, what use are they? To the bees and butterflies, much use. To the mice who eat the seeds. To the cat and the hawk that eat the mice, while providing us companionship and inspiration, much use. To the fox who eats the mice, and whose pelt later keeps us warm. To the rabbit and deer who graze the plants, then later grace our tables, much, much use.

It all depends on where you place value.”

[sevenplusorminus2]

He chuckled a bit, listening to her. Thank god she had a library card at least. He found himself with a renewed and invigorated interest in her. She had a Buddhist’s eye for morality, he liked that. Most versions of himself felt villainous, and a fire seemed to burn within him. His passions, his interests, his ambition, all boiled beneath the surface. She lit something in him. Something he could contain and channel of course, but he liked her quite a lot. She could teach him a lot about himself. He thought maybe he had a few things to teach as well.

“I think you’re wise beyond your years, and I think Nanny Ogg does indeed suit you better. Do you need any books from the city?”

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professor / student starter for kiillers

“So here we see the subject, here a 19 year old college female, subverting her Maslow model of self-preservation in order to avoid an imagined stressor related to a severe phobia of clowns. Those with a sensitive stomach may wish to look away.”

Crane watches the video avidly, almost hungrily. He notes one of his students in the front row watching as well. The rest seem to have lost their appetites. A few vomit loudly into trashcans provided especially for the event.

“So, these models of behavior, of course, are just simplistic approximations, they should never be taken as fact. No such thing as a fact really exists in psychology. Any questions?”

kiillers

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starter for slippingbetweenbones

[slippingbetweenbones]

“Fair enough.” It wasn’t fair, it was smart. Her mind had been taken from her but he left her with the will to destroy, possibly leaving her more dangerous than before. Retaliation against the doctor was not the smartest decision for the time being. She would have to regain herself.

“May I ask what you intend on doing with me if I make it through this?”

[sevenplusorminus2]

“There will always be something else to do. Perhaps take up your father’s Great Work. That has always interested me. I don’t believe I’ve seen real magic. Each of the pieces I have set up is a fixed, finite point in space. It does what I expect it to. His magic... it might be the only thing that truly scares me.

[wandathered-blog]

                               love is for souls                                           not bodies