#I've been on a space outlaws kick recently

[martuzzio]

A friendly chat. Totally friendly

Inspired by this illustration

[radioactive-earthshine]

I’ve been WAITING for this question okay so

Just to clarify I’m fairly new to comics and also not up to date on what’s happening with most of the characters rn so if this doesn’t fit anywhere in any current timeline or has already been done uhhhh sorry I don’t give a fuck

Anyway I’d give Starfire a solo series.

The first major arc would be kind of a space road trip type thing and for this arc I’d partner Kory up with Donna Troy and it would be so fruity. Like so so fruity. Those women kiss. I’m not sure what exactly I’d have Kory doing in space or why Donna joins her but the arc should end in a way that consolidates the best parts of her lore and scraps everything else (this is how I’m retconning Red Hood and the Outlaws). So some kind of soul searching magic quest idk.

At the end of her space quest, Kory gets established with a job and apartment in a new city and her villains are all super high tech, sci-fi. The artist needs to have some fuckin whimsy in designing characters and backgrounds, none of that dark grey everything is gritty shit. Bright colors all around. Obviously there would probably be at least one arc with the Titans but I’d really want her to work with characters she hasn’t previously interacted with or to bring back characters she hasn’t worked with recently like Animal Man. Maybe for one arc she teams up with the (RENEE MONTOYA) Question to blend Kory’s whole alien thing with a street level noir story (making Dick the detective for this would be so lame and im not about that. Im giving Kory more female friendships thanks). I don’t know if she’s ever worked with Kon but if she hasn’t THIS IS THE TIME. It would be soon after she gets back from space and would kick off a storyline for him to change in some important way like idk maybe growing out of the Superboy mantle and actually being an adult.

Maybe none of that makes sense and if this is stupid feel free to tell me so. So yeah that’s my idea. Korydonna space road trip, set up a new status quo for the remainder of the series and have her work with new characters to fight super powered sci-fi villains in mundane settings, emphasis on Kory working with other women. If I have fundamentally misunderstood this character then just ignore all of this. But anyway the thing about this that I think would piss off DC is that Kory has no male love interests in this series, at all, period. She either kisses Donna or no one at all.

Unrelated to that I would also fix the whole Batgirl thing and have Babs be Oracle again, retcon Cass’s villain arc out of existence, and put her back as Batgirl for a solo series so we can have her pass the mantle to Steph at the end in a way that’s satisfying and does not include the character assassination. I don’t know how I would accomplish this in-universe without fucking up the timeline but I’d find a way.

I'm interested and am listening to you very closely. I'm not the most well versed person in Kory or Donna lore (I've read thousands of comics but not a lot with them meaningfully) so I can't say if this is compliant with anything, and even if it was an impossibility, this is about self indulgent stories YOU would write with no one at DC to tell you NO. I definitely feel strongly that DC needs more women with their own solos featuring other women and having relationships that are platonic so this 100% good in that regards and I feel a lot of people would be interested.

Kory and Kon interacted in TTv3 but I can't justifiably say it was the best of situations so having better interactions would be 100% a delight to see.

But yes, Kory deserves her own solo and we always need more queer content. And SPACE! We need more comics that take you away from Earth.

But here's an important question; WHAT CITY is she working out of??

Babs being Oracle again is a mantra even the most staunch of batfans cry daily and I feel most would welcome her back.

Tell me what you would do if you had full creative control to write for DC with NO push back from editors and who would you piss off the most with your unhinged creative wiles?

Also, I shouldn't have to say this but don't be a DICK to anyone whose self indulgent fantasies might make you mad. Keep scrolling, block, move on. Thanks.

[aces-and-kings]

The Shadowed Truth

His sky blue eyes were dilated, lips ever so parted, creamy skin flushed. The delicate fingers that clutched Thor's biceps were trembling more and more with each passing second, claws gently scraping along the grey-tone skin. A pair of calloused hands grasped low, lifting the keeper off his feet, and pulling that luscious figure closer. His skin was warm and the pressure between their bodies elicited a gasp. Thor pressed the lad up against a pillar, freeing a hand and clasping it over his noisy guest's mouth. Playful canines nibbled against his palm, a needy moan. "Shhh", Thor leaned in, whispering against the fur covered ear. The keeper wrapped his arms about the duskwolf's neck and began grinding against him once more, entirely indifferent to the verbal warning that sounded more like a tease than a caution. A reclamation of hungry exchange had barely started up again when the door to the hanger swung open. Seven Hells.

They'd barely settled in with so much as the building supplies and bedding, already privacy was an issue, but the ship plans had been delayed and there were more important matters to attend to than Venom Brand Co.'s rehabilitation. Bracing a hand against the factory railing, Thor applied just enough pressure to keep their bodies from shifting about and giving away their presence. The spurs on Red's boots were unmistakable and echoed against the iron plated flooring as he entered. Grey was not long after, though it wasn't until the Doc passed the threshold as well that the door was abruptly shut. "This is not what we agreed upon", Grey said in an agitated tone, the first to speak.

Red nodded, removing his hat and tossing it onto his bunk, the bottom right of the four. "You owe us an explanation, Doc."

Semex hung his coat neatly on a hook, then climbed up the ladder to the bunk above Red's and pulled out a make-shift lap desk on which he began to write out a list of various curiosities. It was more than five minutes before the quill slowed and he replied to the indirect question.

"A colleague of mine is up to something and this is the company they keep. The notes I received on their recent hallucinogens, as well as the technology she is passing as clinical… it is needless to say that my work requires I remain here for a time." He pressed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and retrieved the microscope from atop the closet adjacent to their bunk.

Grey and Red now lounged in their lower bunks, one reading and ignoring the entire conversation in protest, and the other two fingers into a glass of whiskey already. His boot kicked the wood plank supporting the top bunk's mattress.

"Ain't good enough Doc. Why else are we here? It's a damn museum. We ain't got no business bein' round these folks."

The exhale Semex huffed out fogged his glasses and as he removed them and wiped them off he gave the nosy nancy the details he was demanding.

"You're fortunate I find use in your ruthless talents. I'd have poisoned you long ago otherwise."

A deep breath and he set his spectacles aside, leaning over the bunk just enough to peer down at Red. As the Doc spoke his hand gestured out a bit, as if it at all was assisting the outlaw in understanding him.

"It was an arrangement that benefited us all. Me with my research, yes, but it has also ensured Thor employment building the hangar. Let's not pretend we can't all see him drowning. He needs the labor. It'll be good for him."

He paused and shrugged, leaning back and replacing his glasses, returning to his desk tasks.

"Grey had to make a small contribution to the museum but they've another garlean, and provided he stays within the perimeters I've set, he should be secure. We've even been granted additional materials to construct a space for the company above the hangar bay. Which means you can get back to work as well. You're welcome."

Red had finished his glass and set it on the shelf, laying back, kicking off his boots, he slid the sheet that provided some measure of privacy across the bunk and offered no further queries. For now.

Doc settled back into his research and writing as Greyson too closed his dividing linen.

Silence fell over the empty space between the vacant loft and the construction zone below. Thor lowered the keeper until he was stable on the ground, releasing him thereafter. A tone much heavier bid the man leave with a curt, "Go."

As the disappointed miqo'te descended the metal steps and made his way out the hangar door, not even Semex looked up in notice. Saiko however, chose this moment to emerge from the shadows behind Thor, a tilt of his head the only display of curiosity.

There was a quaint glow to his visor as he quietly asked, "Why did you ask him to leave?"

"That's none o` yer concern. Th' hells were ye doin' peepin' besides?" Thor adjusted himself, took out his tin, lit up a smoke, then leaned back against the pillar and regarded Sai.

"Correct, it is not my concern. I was filling a silent moment with non-relevant conversation. My observations were an attempt at understanding."

"Attempt less", Thor replied immediately, his eyes gesturing to the stairs.

"Yes Sir", Sai acknowledged, his posture straightening as he took his leave to the bunk they'd left vacant for him. A curious gesture on account of the fact that he was incapable of sleep.

In the moments that followed the silence returned and Thor found himself staring up at a partial glass ceiling, the brilliant night sky on full display.

It troubled him more than he cared to admit, his crew worrying over his well being, but the Doc hadn't been wrong. Even the stars had long since been void of comfort. At least there was the promise of work in the days ahead. His plans for a hybrid ship would simply have to wait.

"If you're going to smoke in this confined space, at least open one of those", Semex called out from below, clearly in some way able to see, or smell, Thor.

"Aye", he muttered back, choosing instead to snuff out the cigarette before he laid down atop his cot and let the hallucination of crashing waves upon a glistening shore lull him into oblivion.