Had to cut this out due to this being the only image that I tolerated to be part of my piece for the collab...
NOW there was going to be a comic page following this moment but it was horribly damaged due to personal and outside hazards..ahem..fearoflossofinkandmyOCD..ahem!
So the next scene went something like this-
Before this ridiculously disguised man who was clearly her green and obnoxious enemy could move his hand any lower down her waist, Darkskull viciously grabbed it and threw him across the room, the force making him crash into the wall. His face, his REAL green face looked dazed until it shook then fell into an unamused critical expression.
"Aw gimme a break lady! I didn't exactly come out fresh from the oven downstairs!" he wimpered.
What he meant and why he didn't retort to his usual taunting and smirking his shit-eating grin to darkskull in their usual brawlings, she didn't care.
He let out a squeak as she grabbed his throat. Keeping a clawed grip on it, her nails digging deeper into his neck tendons while he gagged and struggled under it. She HATED him! Despised how easily and how taunting he'd be to her as he always ruined her exploits to practicing her dark art onto the city. Despised how he'd always bee too hansy on her, especially when it came to her more than averagely wide hips and long thick legs. DESPISED, how he's managed to drag pitiful Stanley Ipkiss, missing now for almost 2 weeks, into his killing spree. Not that she really cares that much about the ol' doormat anyway, she just hates how, being friends since college, as told by Stan, the Mask could just turn on him. Betrayel, is just one thing that Darkskull could not tolerate at all.
Darkskull's nemesis, still being believed as her nemises, the Mask, was still trying to wriggle out of her grasp. No need to hold back her anticipation any longer, she mused. She dug her claws into his throat and snatched back her arm to bring his face closer to hers...
the mask/big head/stanley ipkiss;darkhorse entertainment