#scarejokes

[bookspined-batman]

The longer I’m in the Batman fandom the more I realize any bitch can be shipped with any other bitch if you try even a little bit

[creature-lala]

Get Scarejokes propaganda

again.

https://www.tumblr.com/dazed-inkstain/819446844127100928/scarejokes-propaganda?source=share

I am so sorry to this person that wrote such in depth analysis of their ship dynamics because all I could think to draw was TOXIN YAOI ✨

[ketzorino]

let's be ABSOLUTE_ly gay n' chthonic and don't tell Bruce

[rainbowratsstuff]

Suggestion!! I keep hearing about a Joker x Scarecrow ship and it sounds fun. Thoughts? Also I love your art so much it would be so silly if you drew them more I love your Joker

thank you so much! It would be very silly if I drew this guys more hehe

I can see how scarejokes could be fun. I don't know much about it but like most ships and aways open to having my mind change.

Also its always fun to pair Jon up with the silly guys, and my Jokers a clingy gremlin who bites XD

[f3mmecr0w]

c•mm by @alternativesaga for my absolute scarejokes fic!!!

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[gl1tchr]

May be working on some Scarejokes stuff for some fics a twt moot of mine is working on 👀👀👀

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Gotham was known for its dreary grey skies, constantly overcast or raining down on its poor citizens as clouds choked out the sun and moon. Today was no different. No, the sky was still grey. The streets still damp — did they ever dry?— and the air still chilled.

No, what was unexpected was the silence being rudely interrupted by a knock.

Then another knock.

Whoever it was, they kept knocking. And showed no signs of stopping.

Jonathan had been working. Hands moving to mix bubbling chemicals, memorising reactions, trying to improve. His last formula, was impressive. But far from enough. Unable to deal with a certain infestation of rabies spreading animals. … his eyes were sunken, dark bags betraying that he had been at this for days, without break, without relief, he was pale. Paler then usual, his walk unstable and wobbly as he moved towards the door. Assuming it to perhaps be autumn. He really did fit his namesake. Moving like a scarecrow that by some horrid act of satan came to life. Like a zombie. To slaughter the crows it so despised, Jonathan opened the door.

[ghostcrowstn]

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore