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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

The city is asleep, dreaming of its fragile little dreams. Wake up, Gotham. He's back.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

// God created me a woman because he knew I would be a menace as a gay man. 😏😘

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

// I know I've been gone for a long while but are any of you interested in Interview with the Vampire? I'm feeling gay asf and I really wanna do Louis x Lestat. Just imagine us as gay parents with a gorgeous daughter. 😭💗

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a group of people are sitting in a dark room and one of them is holding her finger to her mouth

ALT: a group of people are sitting in a dark room and one of them is holding her finger to her mouth

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

/ DMs are always open for those who are looking to talk. Love you. Stay safe. 🫶

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

/ I think I'm gonna quit writing guys. At least for a while. The insecurities are really getting to me. I've been told I'm really good but still I feel like I'm not good enough. Might be back sometime next month if I'm feeling up for it but for now I'm gonna dip and continue focusing on my studies.

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a man in a suit and tie says yeah in a dark room

ALT: a man in a suit and tie says yeah in a dark room

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

"You call it suffering. I call it…beautiful." Does he even realize? Every pulse in his skull makes him wonder what it looks like inside, that storm beneath the bone. If he could kindly let him open it...see thoughts and pain collide.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

𝗗𝗿. 𝗖𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 . .

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

"A headache, is it?" He leans in, the voice almost tender, too calm to be safe. "How curious. The mind rebells against itself. .I wonder what it looks like inside when it does that."

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

He hesitates, the faintest flicker of something human behind his eyes. “Dinner…” a dry laugh escapes him, almost self-mocking. “You may regret the company you’ve invited, Mr. Cobblepot.” He exhales, quiet, thoughtful. “But perhaps even I could stand to share the silence for a while.”

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ㅤ𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 ㅤ⏾ . @fromthegallows.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

lonely , lonely little life i could kid myself in thinking that i'm fine

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

// That's amazing! A bit of progress is better than no progress at all. It's the opposite for me. I have anger issues, depression, and anxiety. Cleaning is my therapy. Or as some like to call it 'rage cleaning'.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

“Rarity indeed. And yet, we keep searching, don’t we? Foolish as it may be. Even fear grows lonely in the dark.”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

// My fault. Crane is feeling vulnerable tonight. Don't mind him.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

"Tell me Mr. Cobblepot. .how do you soothe such a condition?"

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

𝓔ternal. Not in the mood for long replies. I did three hours of studying today, my mind is cooked. Feel free to send an interaction. Thanks.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 24/10/2025

“Strange, isn’t it? How the human mind can crave connection, even when it knows better.”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

Gotham’s king of ice to wander into my office.” Setting his pen aside, he leaned back slightly in his chair, studying him like a specimen under glass.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

@kingofgotham.bsky.social The office was dim, the air tinged with coffee and the faint musk of old paper. Jonathan Crane glanced up from his desk as the door opened, his expression unreadable behind his glasses. “Mr. Cobblepot,” he greeted, voice smooth, measured. “I can’t say I expected +

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

he whispered, voice sharp as a scalpel, “how long before your courage screams.”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

life, dragging the gas toward her. In a blur he closed the distance, coat snapping behind him. Before Dinah could reach for another weapon, Crane’s hand was at her throat, gloved fingers pressing just enough to lift her chin. The hollow eyes of his mask glinted inches from hers. “Let’s see,” +

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

The grenade hit his mask with a dull thunk, then hissed, flooding the air with burning vapor. Crane staggered back only for a heartbeat, then straightened through the haze, laughter rasping low in his throat. “Clever girl.” His hand snapped to the console, one press, and the vents screamed to +

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

“A haunted house?” he echoed softly. “I suppose you’re right, most people pay good money to be frightened.” He let the silence stretch, savoring it. “But I prefer my work to be educational.” His gaze drifted over her, sharp as a scalpel. “And you, Miss Prince, seem like a very stubborn student.”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

intimate than that.” His gloved fingers brushed a vial on the nearby table, the glass whispering against latex. “But I do admire your confidence. It makes the breaking point so much more. . . rewarding.”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

Crane’s head tilted, just slightly, like a crow studying something it couldn’t quite decide to admire or dissect. The faintest smirk ghosted across his lips. “Oh, I’m not trying to intimidate you, Miss Prince,” he murmured, circling her with deliberate slowness. “Fear is far more. . . +

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

Scarecrow turned, eyes catching the dim glow, cold, fascinated. “But then,” he murmured, stepping closer, “you were never one to fear the dark, were you?”

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

@songbirdcanary.bsky.social The lab reeked of fear, chemical, metallic, sharp. Crane had always called it the most honest scent a person could wear. Beneath the flicker of a lone light, he adjusted his mask, voice calm and clinical. “You shouldn’t have come here, Miss Prince.” The +

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

heart this post for a written starter (length may vary!). retweet this post for DM plotting.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

The air smelled of antiseptic and straw, a sterile kind of decay. Papers cluttered the desk, brain diagrams marked with spidery notes. In the dim light, Dr. Jonathan Crane adjusted his gloves as thunder murmured outside and a patient screamed somewhere in the dark.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

• I'm a university student studying English literature so patience is very much appreciated. • I'm 25 years old and my pronouns are she/her. • I'm not comfortable with writing smut. • DMs are always open for plotting and OOC talking.

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ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ @strawandsyringe.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

❝ Would you like to see my mask? ❞ • A literate and descriptive portrayal of Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow. • (Multi) ship w chemistry. Bisexual. • Multiverse and OC friendly. • Heart and retweet to spread the world. ( More information below! )

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