Ah, the burger thing is super cute!

I don't write a comic, but I do write a New Gods novel that I make art for. I would say my signature writing thing is the usage of "gross" horror words combined with ethereal descriptions to paint a mental picture of the industrial hell-world I'm writing about. And for my art, definitely red cyberpunk cityscapes and alien/demon people. Oh and omegas lol! None of these things are unique but the way I combine them to write about something I adore is unique to me, I would say. 
Stellar moved through the murmuring glow until she was in a crescent of shadows. A hot breeze filtered through the area whipping Stellarâs hair and dress into a hallucinatory spiral. Beneath her, terrain groaned mechanically. She reached out and grabbed a nearby pole when the planetâs surface shuddered momentarily. Due to the geo-active nature of Apokolipsâ internal structure, such disruptions were commonplace.
(from ch.13)
Demilunes clawed skyward; saliva made of darkness seemed to reach for her. Even to elites, the Royal Palace was a menacing zone. Stellar gripped the hem of her dress with sweaty hands. She hadnât found Tilde and no longer had time to search. Stellar peeked at luminescent lava streaming near decorative towers. She visited the Palace many times before, but it never ceased to set her on edge. That morning was particularly sickening due to her nightly misadventure. Ambient pain enveloped her in layers of mental sediment.
(from ch.14)