Hoping that every mother out there had as great a Mother’s Day as I did.
Happy Mother’s Day to all!
Jesus As A Scarecrow
He wishes! Scarecrow’s are up on those stakes by choice, not because we screwed up and got caught by the authorities! That scarecrow at the front has a fashionable scarf, and Jesus couldn’t even find a hat that wouldn’t make his head bleed.
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Oh dear. I told them I could take good care of their plants. I told them I wouldn’t use too much fertilizer. I told them I wouldn’t experiment on them with my radioactive chemicals. No wait….I didn’t say anything about the chemicals. Good, they can’t accuse me of lying. Problem solved.
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Son of Croc #1
I am well aware of the fact that the lives of myself and the other Gotham rogues are dramatised in numerous graphic novels published around the world, so as a budding writer and artist myself, I thought I would explore a dramatic story of my own creation.
In this story, Killer Croc has fathered a child to Poison Ivy. This first volume explores the deep emotional shock that can come from such a reveal, and the ways in which it would change the lives of all involved. It’s a sensitive issue, so I was careful to handle it gently and with a great deal of respect to people who may have found themselves in a similar position.
I was also wary of ensuring that all characters remain true to the versions of them portrayed in the graphic novels, but as you can see, I also made an effort to flesh out the Poison Ivy character a little more than we often get to see.
I hope you enjoy this first edition that has been several months in the making. I haven’t gone to a publisher yet, but it would certainly be my hope for this story to be shared with a global audience eventually, as I think the themes raised by the novel are universal.
Oh my, indeed. I’ve been keeping you captive here for just 30 minutes and you’ve already grown stubble. You’re quite a man, Batman. I’m about to fill the room with fear toxin, but I’ll also bring you a razor. You can’t say I’m not a gracious host.
That’s the third year in a row that Batman has interrupted our annual ScarecrowCon, where like-minded people come together to wear sacks on their heads, talk about psychology and maybe abduct and kill a couple of people along the way. Though I have to admit, he really thought outside the box with his cosplay.
Because I was told that everyone would be here for my birthday party. I sent out all the invitations, and even though no one RSVPed, I assumed they just wanted to surprise me. I’m happy to have you, Batgirl, but the game of pass-the-parcel might not be much fun.
Also, you have to let me win because I’m the birthday boy.
Ehh…..no mas? Mi chiamo Scarecrow? I’m sorry, I have no idea how I ended up in your country, or what language everyone is speaking. And I’m sorry that I offended your president, but I was informed that “grande stupido asino” was a compliment.
Please let me down. It’s raining and if my mask gets wet it shrinks.
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necrosister asked: I've come to the conclusion that you could say literally anything, no matter how disgusting or inappropriate it may be, and still sound hot.
But you don’t even know my voice. You just read the words I write down, and your mind creates a sexy voice to read it in. For all you know, I have an irritating and horrible voice. Maybe we should test out that internal voice of yours. Here are some sentences of varying sexiness:
“I want you. Right now, upstairs, my bedroom.”
“I accidentally killed your mother during her treatment. I have sent her head to you in the mail.”
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, but even then, my hunger for you will never be satisfied.”
“The patient in cell 45 just defecated all over his walls. Wanna help me clean it up?”
“Hello, I’m Killer Croc. Let’s make love in my sewer.”
If you think all of those sounded hot, more power to you. And thank you for providing me with a sexy voice. For the record, I read your question in an incredibly alluring voice, and now I must depart for a cold shower. Thank you for your question.
Really, students? You jump out of your skin when I shoot a flower pot? Who are you, Poison Ivy? You kids are carrying on like I just shot one of my psychology students, and that’s not until next week’s class.
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