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jonathan (tall) @pocketyoursnotrags

#my art #jonathan crane #scarecrow #doublemint spooky #jon and crane weren't friends #amazing that they are now #redraw color!

2018 // 2019

i did another redraw this time with doublemint spooky

jonathan (in blue) is @pocketyoursnotrags

#my art #jonathan crane #scarecrow #doublemint spooky #doublemint scriddler #no i will not draw his glasses #yes i will be lining and flat coloring #crane gave me a fucking headache for an hour trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with his face #turns out: everything #i'll kill him #anyway would you take a look at that B)#i'm so cool and talented #i do see some things i need to fix before lining but gosh it's good

Three Years

This was now his home. No one can explain the phenomena that occurred three years ago. The gloomy sky of Gotham, New Jersey would not yield to the two men that fell from it, but still they plummeted from its grey clouds.

They were unhurt from the fall from the heavens, and no one would ask if they were, as they were no angels on the mortal ground.

When there were once only one of each, now there were two. They were alike in name and in duty, and strangers in their rising and downfall. They met in their likeness and warred in their differences. It took little time to become accustomed to one another - as one pair discovered - and only an expanse of months to come to terms that these new lives would never return home.

The other two men would need more time to find their solidarity.

Jonny Crane, as he was called by the three closest to him, of whom were only allowed to address him so informally, lay upon a man whose full name was his own. He was skeletal at worst and underweight at best, and he found that he preferred his unhealthy figure to nap upon. The man had seven inches of height over him, and when he was under him with thin arms looped on his own trim waist, he was better than the couch that supported their bodies.

A gold band rested upon his tanned finger. Jonathan (as he was known, and best way to differentiate him from his very contrasting double) was a traditional man at his core. His morals - whatever were left of them - dictated a certain romantic sequence. Though declared a psychiatrist’s field day, he held a code of honor as far as his partners were concerned, and of which they honored.

It’s been three years since Jonny had been dropped into a city he knew down to its gravel, and was as foreign to him as a faraway country. Three years of dancing warily on the fringes of unanimity, of understanding, of experience, of cautious friendship, and ultimately, of love.

How very narcissistic of them, some tittered, for one Jonathan Crane to wed another Jonathan Crane.

Jonny lifted his blue eyes to the sleeping, wearily aged, deathly pale face of his counterpart. They didn’t get along in the beginning, as their respective Edward (his own known as Eddie) Nygmas had. It took them awhile to find even ground. It took them awhile to gain trust, lose it, and build it back up again.

He still remembers that bitterly cold day when his old hands were tight from the frost, and Jonathan gifted him a cheap, three dollar pair of thin gloves from a convenience shop on their way home from visiting Pamela to poorly protect him from the chill.

It was one of the most romantic gestures he’s ever experienced.

Jonny closed his eyes. Beneath his ear, he heard Jonathan’s heart beat rhythmically under his ribcage. Out of the three of his lovers - Eddie, an Edward that he’s known for ages, and the interloper Jonny - he was chosen to be his first husband. The heart beat for all of them. They all knew that.

Selfishly, Jonny was lifted by the fact that Jonathan chose him first.

The arms around him were skeletal at worst, underweight at best, and wrapped him in the most valuable embrace that he could imagine.

#ches writes #ches writes stuff #doublemint spooky #jonathan crane #anyway these old fucks are in love and i love them very very much #fuck you pockets!

please click for full view since tumblr hates when i post art

a redraw from last year, for Valentine’s Day. some men wake up to coffee in the kitchen. others wake up to coffee in the kitchen, but first they have to let a carnation be put in their hair. it’s tradition now.

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#my art #jonathan crane #scarecrow #doublemint spooky #:3 hubans #it's early but i did post the first pic on Jan 30 so #suffer!