I was going through all my unfinished and rejected text files (there’s… quite a few). So, instead of leaving them to collect dust on my computer, I decided hey, why the hell not. Think of these as the roughest of rough doodles. Doodles that might be missing hands. Or are all drawn in side-profile. Most of these are NOT finished.
This one is actually finished!
FOOL ME ONCE
Pale skin, scruffy clothes, blue eyes. Human. Your eyes catch and stumble, but he’s already lost in the busy throng of the market. There’s no reason for you to come to a complete stop, but you do, skimming the crowd.
Gone. A beefy rustblood nearly knocks into you into a cart with de-spined slimeslugs. “Walk much?” she sneers.
You bare your fangs on reflex. It’s merely the usual polite half-distracted scorn twaddle, because she moves on and you turn toward the cart.
“Wow, what was her problem huh?”
You start, look to your left and there he is. All elbows and knees, hair like a bird’s nest, sly smiling. There’s no way you’re not noticing that half translucent skin, the blue-not-blue running in clears streaks like fucking targets. With effort, you drag your eyes up to his face. He grins wider.
Smooth, Karkat, you groan inwardly.
“You don’t look from around here,” he says, winking.
Would you be willing to share JayKyle headcanons? It's also That Ship for me but contents so rare :'(
i can try but i’m not much of a shipper at all even for ships i like so they’re probably pretty random. Headcanons for verses where these two are a couple:
Jason and Kyle are exceedingly lowkey with each other, in a way that makes people go ‘are they actually together or are we reading too much into this?’ Basically from day 1 they have been that couple who seems like they’ve been married 40 years already and don’t make a big deal about it.
On the other hand Red Hood and White Lantern make huge dramatic declarations and have been married in extravagant ceremonies on at least nine (9) different planets so are they really just trolling everyone? Probably.
Guy Gardner gave Jason the shovel talk.
Batman gave it to Kyle.
They’ve been arguing about who had it worse ever since.
Donna claims credit for their entire relationship and neither of them deny it.
Kyle claims credit for Jason’s resurrection because he is the Lantern of Life and Jason coming back was apparently a cosmic accident so who’s going to contradict him?
Jason only claims credit for that mess on that one planet in Sector 1355 and only because it involved space sheep, Hal Jordan narrowly missing enrollment in a space cult of space sheep worshipers, and because the whole thing ended with the entire Justice League showing up and Batman was really annoyed so yeah he’ll take credit for that.
Kyle thinks the red helmet is stupid and has been redesigning Jason’s costume ever since
Jason insists that Rainbow Lantern is both more accurate and more ‘Kyle’ and has been waging a campaign for a change in branding ever since.
Please pause for a moment to consider modern!assassin Saizo
as the driver in all those glorious stunt driving getaways in Baby Driver
trailer. Okay so for the life of you, you can’t figure out what Saizo’s
job actually is. Some days he’s
dressed as a janitor, other days a marketing executive, and at least once you
could have sworn he brought his son to bring-your-kid-to-work-day. I mean,
sure, Yukimura told you he was an assassin but this is 2017, there’s not a market for that, right? All you know is
ever since you took a job catering for Takeda Corp, he hasn’t trusted you, and
there is something both familiar and sort
of terrifying about him, though that possibly has something to do with him
showing up in your room at the company dorms day one threatening to kill you if
you were, in fact, a spy. Which you aren’t, something you commiserate with the
friendly florist next door to the company cafeteria. Shenanigans ensure, and
you learn that the simple, straightforward world you’ve always believed in is a
lot more dangerous the more money is involved, and the corporate world is as brutal,
seedy and violently cutthroat as any gang war, and you are ill-equipped to
navigate in the dark. How lucky for you that a certain shadow has an inordinate
fondness for the company cafeteria’s new dango offerings…
What’s a cook to do when Japan’s Most Eligible Bachelor decides
he wants you in his bed? Tell him to shove it, of course, because he’s an
arrogant jerk. But the most successful business tycoon in the country isn’t
exactly a man who gives up lightly; just look at his economic goals. Oda, Inc.
is staged to singlehandedly bring the national economy back from the brink, and
it’s clear to anyone watching the news that its ruthless—some would say hellish
and foolish—CEO won’t be satisfied until his company is dominating the world
stage without peer. His heartless firing of an old man who was days from
retirement earns your objection and ire, and your interference with the whole
affair gets his attention. Next thing you know, you’re a personal pastry chef
to a man some say is even more powerful than the prime minister, and somewhere
in the middle of midnight runs to deliver sweet treats, whirlwind trips to get
ingredients from farflung corners of the culinary world, and some brutal corporate
takeovers, you find yourself believing that maybe, just maybe, he’ll actually
be the one to do it…
BECAUSE I CAN FIGHT ME In another era, the
intimidating, quick-witted Oichi may have been forced to use her strength in more
secretive measures, behind ornate robes and enigmatic smiles, but in today’s
business world Japan there is little to hold her back. Wealth, exquisite looks,
and a cutting wit both make her a target of people who covet either and both,
but she is as much of a corporate warlord as her brother, serving as one of his
executive vice presidents and holding her ground through fire and fallout, though
rumors persist that she is intending to splinter off and strike off in a
partnership with one of Oda, Inc’s subsidiaries led by Azai Nagamasa. You have
no idea if the rumors or true or not—you’re just certain that if the clever
beauty who compliments your cooking with firm praise wants to keep her secrets,
she’ll have no trouble doing so…and more and more, you’re starting to think you’d
do anything to be one of them.
Truthfully, The Museum of Pretty Things I Found is…well it’s
a bit of mess. The entire building is full of silliness and nonsense; crinkled
leaves and rocks with a bit of a rainbow sheen to them, lanterns with crooked
candles and heaps of fabric. The first time you wandered into it, you thought
that surely it was a joke, or at least a very big waste of money by someone
with too much of it if they could afford rent, electricity, security and staff!
But over time, it tickled your humor, and you found yourself comforted by
visits to the otherwise empty hall, wondering about the sort of person who
would find and so truly treasure such things. This comfort becomes especially critical
after a frightening encounter with your new employer leaves you shaken and
unsure of your future. How fortunate for you that a beautiful man with blue
eyes, who frequents the Museum as you do, happens to be there, and happens to
know the owner of your silly sanctuary, who happens to be in need of a caterer
for his company. Of course, when you
get the application, you realize the company housing is only for men…
Shrines are everywhere.. between cracks of buildings that stack up five to ten stories high. If you don’t notice the torii you will notice them by the growth of plants blooming through the concreet. It’s always quiet there because it’s where spirits sleep.
Massive ravens are everywhere. Like huge glistening shrouds of black that make gusts in the streets when they descend. Their laughter always drowns out the other birds.
There are pockets of forests that are not of this realm. You can’t hear the city once you’re inside. You can’t see the city once you’re inside. The canopy of the centuries ancient trees shroud the sky. You can’t know the time once you’re inside. In the center of these forests are always a temple and to enter them you have to pass a gate. If you bow before entering the spirits won’t mind you. Gods lie beyond the hedges so be respectful when treading in their homes.
Everyone dresses with a unique sense of style but sometimes you catch an otherworldly being. They have glowing hair, multicolored eyes, wings of fire, sparkling skin. Don’t be afraid but also don’t look for too long unless you want your eye scratched. They are the Harajuku trendsetters and mingle occasionally with the mortals.
There are gateways that mark certain neighborhoods or collections of alleyways that are unlike anything on the main streets. The gates are somewhat like torii but are more like arches with a uniquely design and label to represent what lies beyond. The collection of alleyways are colorfully lit like flashing rainbows, glowing orbs of lanterns and neons glistening from the smallest street. The gates are literally hedges to another realm. Be careful to avoid the food there or else you’ll never want to leave.
The wildflowers in empty lots. Typically in New York I see dandelions but here there are always wild poppies as orange and bright as goldfish. They sway in the sun over a pool of rippling overgrown grass.
Small bowls of uncooked rice lie next to the doorways of businesses. They remind you always of the spirits that work there. It’s their payment.
It’s a high tech modern world but people still let nature breathe through the city. People are athiests but they never stopped interacting with the unseen. They say they don’t believe but you will catch them bowing to something unknown and constantly paying respects. Zen and nature based spiritualities are deeply engrained into the foundation of their culture to the point where it’s deeply rooted in their cultural subconsciousness. People still try to harmonize with nature. Witchcraft items here are cheap.
Okay prepared to open the following can of worms: Clark Kent with Lois Lane or Superman with Diana, Princess if the Amazons, which couple in your honest opinion is SUPERIOR and Why?
Lois. It’s not even close. Alan Moore said everything there was to say about Superman and Wonder Woman as a couple 30 years ago.
When the writer of Watchmen’sunpublished DC event comic presents the two of them getting together as a literal sign of the apocalypse, maybe it’s fair to say it isn’t perfect.
I’ve already talked about how well Lois works, so I think the issue here is much more so with Diana. To be fair, this was always going to happen. It had to happen, in the same way a rainbow spectrum of different Lantern Corps was inevitably going to be something somebody came up with, or that after years of Thor dealing with the Nine Realms somebody was of course one day going to shockingly reveal a tenth. They’re the biggest male and female superheroes in comics, they live in the same universe and even dress similarly, someone was going to figure it’d be cool to have them officially get together as the Zeus and Hera of the pantheon. Really, it’s more shocking than anything else that it took 71 years for it to happen.
One way or another we actually did get it, and…eh. I’m not in the boat that only sexists could possibly approve of the relationship (though based on what I’ve seen of the ‘Superwonder’ fandom, there’s a lot of largely-unwitting overlap in that particular Venn diagram with all the creepy complaining about Lois as physically and emotionally “unworthy”), but even in the best case scenario, it’s boring. And this was in no way the best case scenario. It was top to bottom - from “You’re strong/I know” to Final Days of Superman - based around the idea that they should go be nice and strong and hot and primary colored together, and nothing whatsoever more. Like, the stories eventually all but admit as much when they have to try and come up with a coherent justification:
Plus some droning about how they’re both so aloooone in the world, which actually does get at the main aspect of the relationship as it happened: it was unbelievably teenagerey. I checked the non-crossover arcs of Superman/Wonder Woman out of the library, and while they were tepid, shitty superhero comics from cover to cover, I actually did find it a surprisingly unique, interesting depiction of a relationship. One of a believably doomed and borderline-toxic couple, two 20-somethings who’d never been in a real relationship before and desperate to cling on, trying to make it work through sheer force of will in spite of having nothing meaningful in common, with endless bickering arguments on fundamental issues interspersed with dramatic declarations of love. It would’ve been an interesting character portrait rarely seen in the likes of superhero comics if it were, y'know, in any way intentional, or well-written, and if not for the fact that it was supposed to be about Superman and Wonder Woman. Hopefully no actual teenagers took it as a model for healthy relationships, because yikes. It didn’t help that those comics were very much in the mold of Johns’ unpleasant characterization of Wonder Woman as a brash super-warrior just barely restraining herself from decapitating dudes 24/7/365 (366 for leap years), and Johns, Soule and Tomasi had to pretend there was any way for it to make sense that Superman would want to get together with her.
It certainly doesn’t help either that no matter how you slice it, it devalues both Lois and Wonder Woman. Plenty of writers are dying to wipe Lois off the board because they think she’s pushy and ‘undeserving’ - and frankly, no question a lot of them just get off on the idea of him fucking Wonder Woman - and undoing her relationship with Superman makes that relatively easy. With Wonder Woman, while I’d like to see her with a family of books and the same kind of mass-media presence as the other members of the trinity, in practice it took over 75 years for her to get her own movie, and Superman is Superman; there’s no question who’s being subsumed into whose franchise. So Wonder Woman, who should be able to work fine on her own, is drawn in as a subset of Superman’s world, while at the same time a part of his own mythology so fundamental she was introduced in the same panel as Clark Kent is swept aside. That the books cribbed imagery and ideas from Lois and Clark - Diana straight-up decides to become a writer in one arc - doesn’t do much to suggest that they weren’t being treated as essentially interchangeable, and therefore not particularly significant in their own rights.
Even under ideal circumstances, where everyone was treated fairly and written properly, I just don’t see it working for any real long term. It was fine in Kingdom Come for what it was as the conclusion to a self-consciously mythic version of the DCU (though even that’s a story based in large part around how Superman still loves Lois forever), but played right under their standard characterizations for any extended period, they’re too similar in personality and temperament for there to be much of a spark in the way there is with Clark bouncing off Lois, or even Diana off of Steve Trevor from what I’ve seen. You lose the most popularly recognized idea at the heart of Superman’s world short of flight itself - that a perfect man from the sky with limitless power would fall in love with his coworker because she’s braver than him - and the functional independence of the most important superheroine, and in return, in the end, all you get is this: