I remember in college there was a girl, (isn’t that always the story?) and she was kind of cool and all that, but supposedly in a relationship she was a FUCKING PSYCHO. Like burn the house down with you in it kind of psycho, okay? This isn’t just texting every 10 minutes psycho-lite, now with less calories, but the big bold taste of fucking CRAZY DADDY ISSUES that wreaks havoc wherever she goes.
It was odd, because she was really nice when you knew her and cool, but you talked to any of her ex’s and they had this look on their face like they were veterans from some war, the first 10 second of ONE by Metallica would be playing when they started talking about her. I would shake my head, even thinking that maybe we were talking about the wrong person. She couldn’t she seemed so nice.
Now we nick-named her psycho-titties because the other attribute about her, true and through, was that she had a nice body and a pretty face, but she had, well, you guessed it, AMAZING TITS. Like Amazing. Like sculpted. Like this is what other women pay crazy money to get done to them, and men pay crazy money just to look at or touch. Unfortunately they were attached to a nut job, supposedly. For a while I dismissed it, and thought that it was just some bullshit people say after a break up and yadda-yadda-yadda.
At one time a sea-faring superhero equivalent for Aquaman in the Pages of VIGIL (mentioned as part of the FLJ) it was originally modelled after some Aquatic races from an old 2nd Edition D&D campaign idea I had, mentioned here, and were possible model for a half-giant aquatic race. This of course came from the fun of drawing Seahorse’s in general. I applied that same idea later in VIGIL for the aquatic character, as an ambassador to the world from the sea.