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Out on the beach staring at your friend lovingly
functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I
Creature of the night quick sketch
some silly gl tarot cards i made for @gothamcitypublicworks :D
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mini dump of red hood and (aged down) oc
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in the late 90s early 2000s the budget was such that everyone had to share the dead wife
in the late 90s early 2000s the budget was such that everyone had to share the dead wife
Batwoman #4 (2026) DC Pride variant by Betsy Cola
A JL guide to Green Lanterns: warnings and advice.
Or, me pushing forward my "Green Lanterns are Eldritch Horrors" agenda. I saw someone make this with the concept of Lady Gotham and Cryptid Batfam, so I'm stealing the idea.
The ring is not something they wear, it's a part of them, they are one thing. They can take it off if necessary, but only on their terms. Don't, for any reason, try to take it away from them with violence. No one can guarantee your survival.
When around them, pay attention and have quick reflexes. Their toughts may turn into physical constructs, and in a direct collision your bones will lose. On the same note, it's better to avoid sleeping lanterns. Some things that come out of their dreams will give you nightmares of your own.
If they ask you to enter your city, they have a good reason for it. Let them in and do their job, they don't want to be there just as much as you. They usually don't stay long anyway, here or any place on Earth.
They will forget and confuse things and events. Be patient with them, remind them what year, month and day it is. Keeping a "what you may have missed while in space" list may help avoid embarassing conversations.
No, their eyes weren't green before. Don't say anything, eventually it'll pass.
They may start making sounds impossible for the human vocal apparatus. Don't panick, it's probably an alien language. The ring creates temporary new organs so they can do that. Kindly remind them what species you are and proceed with the conversation.
If a lantern brings you a gift, always double check with other senior League members of it's safety. Lanterns may think it's a cute gift but remember, what it's cute for them is probably deadly for you.
Will is apart of the emotional spectrum. Senior lanterns can perceive your emotional state. Whatever you're feeling, they know it, it's useless to lie.
If you upset them, their physical form may falter. Do not touch them, pure will is a kind of unstable energy and it will hurt you. Also, objects may start flying.
Genetic Analyzers and others similar devices won't recognize their DNA. The fusion with the ring has permanently changed their biology. They are not totally human anymore, but it would be sensible to avoid reminding them of that.
Yes, their blood is green. Yes, they can heal themselves the majority of times, but if any of them insist that they can replace any vital organ with a construct, don't let them. They are already more will than flesh, remind them that we have, in fact, a medbay!
Every once in a while jog their memory on the fact that sleeping, eating and drinking are things that they still need to do on the regular. For now.
For telepaths and other similarly powered metas: Don't try and enter their minds. Any interference with their willpower will be noted and won't be taken kindly. They have a very high resistance to mental control and it would be cautious to remember, they have some of their own. Your memories are not safe.
Don't drink from their glasses unless you're certain that the liquid is drinkable for humans. Their bodies can handle space alcohol and drinks, yours probably cannot. Same goes for food.
In case of a mind-controlled-super, please remind them that the kryptonite is not a toy, not even in small doses. Creating a baseball bat made of kryptonite is overkill.
If you're invited to spar with a lantern, remember, they were trained by aliens far physically stronger than them. They know how to hurt you without using the ring.
The no kill rule is an illusion. They are the ring and the ring is them, they decide which rules to abide to. If they truly want to, each and every one of our resident lanterns can end your life. Never forget it.
Kyle wouldn't have to keep calling people after sleeping with Hal if Hal would stop making decisions
(ref)
He's pressing a cold beer can to his forehead when John walks into the room. Or, the setting is more like this:
Hal's sitting on his ratty couch that he 'rescued' from the curbside, disinfected with his ring and called it a day. He has in one hand an unopened can of the cheapest beer the shop down the street offers, and he's methodically pressing it all over his forehead. Against his temples. Almost over his eyes. Rotating it so that when a spot gets a little warm, there's always a different cold spot he can rub against his skin.
And he looks miserable. He looks the textbook definition of miserable.
His hair is a little greasy, the roots flat with sweat. He's a little pale. There are dark circles under his eyes. As well as red hickeys like suction cup marks that start under his jawline and disappear down the neckline of his white t-shirt.
John finds him like this, sitting on the couch, warming up the last cold beer with body heat, when he walks into Hal's flat with the only key Hal has. He doesn't ask how Hal himself got in. He doesn't need to know.
"Fought with Carol again?" he asks without really caring because those two are always either fucking or fighting. Or both.
Hal groans. John nods as if he understands his pain. He doesn't.
He's stepping into the tiniest kitchen (that also tries to be a laundry room) when Hal speaks, voice carrying the severity of his affirmation:
"Fucked Kyle."
The tote bag John's carrying slips off his shoulder as he gives a sharp turn.
"I think I didn't hear y—"
"I fucked Kyle!" Hal snaps, groaning immediately after, and throws himself back onto the couch, beer can still pressed to his forehead. "I fucked Kyle! And he, he... he looked at me with this, this look when we were done. Like he was starstrucked. He looked so happy, and pretty, and I—"
John sets his tote bag down by the tv table before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You ran away, didn't you?"
Hal nods. And swallows. "Flew out of the window."
"Damn it, Hal!"
"You know what," John breathes out with so much force, even Hal can tell he's frustrated, "I don't want to solve your problems for you. Again."
Hal makes some sort of complaining noise, not quite a whine, sliding down the couch until his ass is half off of it. "I shouldn't have done that."
Picking up his tote bag, John turns back to the kitchen. He needs to put the single carton of milk he brought in the fridge before it goes back. And the apples for Hal. Because Hal does not eat enough fruits.
"You're both grown consenting adults and if you two wanted to do it, no one, no one at all, could've stopped you," he says, opening the fridge door with a bit more force than necessary. It's painfully empty. "But yes, sleeping with Kyle does complicate things and—Hal?"
Hal covers his face with both hands, the beer can now wetting the stained fabric of the couch by his side. "Yeah?"
"Your phone's in the fridge." John takes a moment to remind himself Hal is his very good friend and 'phone in fridge' is not good enough motive to get away with murder. "Why?"
"Ah, that's where it went," standing up quickly, Hal only sways a little, the darkening bruise on his forehead making John narrow his eyes.
It's a big bruise.
He left Kyle's place through the window. In a hurry, most likely.
Did he—did he slam his head on the window on the way out—
Hal places a hand on John's shoulder as he leans down to grab his phone from the fridge. He grimaces when the screen lights up again and it starts vibrating like a personal intimate toy going haywire.
"Why is," licking his lips, Hal leans against the wall opposite the fridge, staring at his screen, "why's Kyle sending me so many messages?"
John shoves the milk carton into the fridge without any delicacy.
"Gee," he says, thinking himself out of murder, "I wonder why."
With his usual impeccable timing, Kyle flies in through Hal's open window.
"Hal!" He says, and Hal jumps, scrambling to shove his phone away like it's illegal contraband. "Oh, thank god, you're not a zombie."
Hal's phone slips through his fingers. He watches with detached acceptance as it plummets to the ground, already resigned to it's inevitable fate. A green hand snatches it out of the air one second before it crashes. Get it together, Hal, John's expression says as the construct drops it in his hand.
"Wait," Hal says, looking at Kyle, "why would I be a zombie?"
"Roy said-"
"You told Roy?!"
"You left out the window!" Kyle's mask peels away with the rest of his costume, revealing his irate eyes and Flash-patterned boxers.
"Dear god," John says.
He doesn't want to get involved in this, thing is. But John's aware that it's too late. He lingered for too long. Damn it, this one's on him.
Setting the now empty beer can down on the ratty tv table, John crosses his arms over his chest, staring out the window for a second. Both Kyle and Hal look like they lost a fight with a tentacle monster that also had teeth and an affinity to squeeze and mark its rivals with the suction cups. They also look like they're one second away from fucking each other senseless. Again.
rough Jason Todd page of sketches.
love that little babyjay in the corner.
Matt Murdock is like: makes some troublesome demands and then smirks triumphantly when Peter has no choice but to agree.