Jan 18, 2020
I just wanted to say your art is godly not just your DC stuff but genuinely all of it. It’s got a lot form to it I ADORE the way you draw eyes. Keep it up!!!
Y'all. Crane likes my work!AHHHH! Thank you so so much!!
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I just wanted to say your art is godly not just your DC stuff but genuinely all of it. It’s got a lot form to it I ADORE the way you draw eyes. Keep it up!!!
Y'all. Crane likes my work!AHHHH! Thank you so so much!!
continued @professor-crane || Restrained
Even though Ivy was out on 'good behaviour', the police-and the bat himself-took her plants defending themselves as an attack... and now she was joined with Crane in the back of the police car. The man was, of course, rambling on, and when the police had enough.. Well, they closed the only means to communicate. Ivy waited a few moments for the Scarecrow to calm down before speaking up. "Anyways, it's been nice being locked in the back of one of these horrible polluting things again..” Still speaking, Ivy merely showed off her wrists that were no longer bond- her body having produced acid to melt the cuffs off. “But, thanks to the Bat I have to go take care of my poor hurt babies, do you want to join me?”
@professor-crane continued from here
“Bea,” she replied. She didn’t think it would be worth it to explain that her full name was Beatrix. She had started walking slowly. “And I can call you Mr. Crane?” She wasn’t exactly sure where she was taking him. She didn’t really want to bring a stranger to her apartment, but if she gave him enough anesthetics he might nor remember....
"Scarecrow more like comfort pigeon" - my friend who knows nothing about DC Zelda
I’d love to meet your friend and educate them on this matter, until then…
Please say hello to the Comfort Gargoyle™
Could you give me a few scarecrow comics that you really like/ I should read
Here’s a small handful of my favorite stories that center around Scarecrow
Shadow of the Bat #16-18 “The God of Fear”
Batman detective Comics #835-836 “Absolute Terror”
Legends of the Dark Knight #9 “Dreaming He is a Butterfly”
Batman ‘66 #28 “Scarecrow Comes to Town”
Catwoman #58-60 “Only Happy When it Rains”
Untold Tales of the Blackest Knight “Sea of Fear”
Batman Legends of the Dark Knight “Fear of Faith”(four issues spanning between different comics)
I tried to include a little bit of everything on the list, but please feel free to explore and read on your own; I’d also check out this post that I made awhile back: The Scarecrow Comics Guide for Beginners
“it’ll be like old times.”
sharp objects episode five starters || still accepting!
“That is the third goddamn time someone has said that to me next week.”
Annoyed, Mary ground out her cigarette in the ashtray between them; it had been years since her last Arkham stay and she still hadn’t managed to quit, didn’t even plan to.
“And what exactly was so good about old times, anyway? You know, all I remember is a whole lotta getting knocked around and not a lotta laughs.”
professor-crane:
“ Good..” he brushed a hand through his hair. “ I’ve made a fair few enemies yet never with the mafia. ” he coughed slightly trying to take away the zip of those words.
Slowly she sat up, raising a brow. “...You pissed off the mafia? Or do you mean Penguin?”
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Send ‘👋’ to slap my muse across the face.
Mary wasn’t exactly shocked. The way she’d been baiting him the past few weeks, calling him out, mocking him, she probably did deserve it - though she’d die before ever admitting that. If anything, she was surprised it wasn’t worse. When his hand hit her, she went very still.
They weren’t in Arkham now. The asylum may have been a cesspool, but it had its own set of rules for what could and couldn’t happen, even if that was only because of the constant supervision. In the city, the rules went out the window - and Mary, as always, found seeming weak to be the utmost indignity.
“You done?” she replied after a moment, reaching up to touch the burning mark on her face, knowing without seeing that the red imprint of a hand would already be clearly visible. She kept her expression still, watching him as though unaffected.