#Planethopper

[autoacafiles]

[fontygolucky]

CraX and Envy

[honorary-bad-kid]

planet hoppers fantasy creature au… envy is a vampire crax is a witch… crispin is a vampire hunter… envy n crispin come from a family of vampire hunters but envy got turned n ran away n ended up meeting crax… 😋

[ewajean]

Ewa on her own little snowy planet 😀

[francesbrumes]

I got into a pretty bad headspace from some personal stuff, but I was somewhat able to put it into some creative medium. 

Here’s some concept art of Guthrie. Hopefully they’re gonna be a protagonist in a new story called Planethoppers, which I’m currently writing a bit about.

[kashacreates]

34, 41, and 43 for the OC asks!

OC Ask Meme: Open!

For this one, I'll talk about TZ.

34. Can your character drive? If so, what kind of driver are they? If not what's their preferred manner of transport?

He has a small planethopper ship that looks a bit like a lumpfish. It's designed to stick to other ships to allow him to sneak in. He's a decent driver and courteous when others are nearby -- it lets him blend in long enough to get to where he needs to work (whether for stunts OR hacking.)j

41. Your character has been punched into the face. What's their reaction?

It happens in canon and emotionally devastates him. But like, most would be pretty devastated when their mom comes back from the dead to kick their ass and blames them for the deaths of the rest of their family. And TZ is already kind of a ball of sensitive feelings due to processing their deaths and his part in it (he isn't the reason, but he couldn't stop the process despite his efforts).

43. What is the DND alignment?

I think neutral good fits. He'll listen to the law or break it on a case-by-case basis and whether it benefits him or the greater good. He'd be less inclined to break it if FU wasn't trying to hog tie him with red tape.

[allseeingportrait]

Here's a real blast from my past...

Meet Pangalactic Smirnoff! Originally a Closed Species design I got from hyeon in my DA days- I redesigned him to be an original species character, and I’m finally getting around to making him a proper humanoid reference!

Pangalactic here is one of many alien species in my repertoire- specifically, he’s a Planethopper! A race of usually short creatures that can “jump” through time and space and possess electronics! This power is hard to use frequently with a whole body, so with a healthy dose of magic, Pan decided to have his head and torso separated(easy to keep track of, easier to take with him on travels). They’re held as close as they are by electromagnetism, and kept stabilized by Pan’s two robotic stabilizers, Bit and Bite!

As for what he does, he’s an alchemixologist- using magic to craft drinks at his restaurant, the Shooting Star Burger Bar(co-owned by his buddy, Pulsar)! He swears up and down that that’s all there is to him, but the wanted posters with his face on it tell a different story....

(You can read more about him on his TH here!)

[pendles-is-friendles]

@dxstrxyer

🐍After the events of Toby’s Friendship Raid and Reyna having a few chats with Pendles about his rude behaviour towards Toby, he has been making a real effort to be nicer to Toby.  Pendles does want to be his friend, but friendship with the snake includes mean pranks (which Toby does NOT seem to appreciate at all).  As charming as he is, a legitimately nice friendship is difficult for Pendles as he is not entirely sure what that entails.

However, the Friendles has stopped stealing snacks from Toby and will offer his own in return.  When Pendles quit eating chips and popcorn, he dumped his stash of shrimp chips into Toby’s cabinet.  Any tools that Pendles borrows (for repair of his arm or tinkering with his Planethopper), he returns immediately and in good order.  

Friendles won’t admit it out loud now, but he does think that Toby is as cute as a button.  But out of respect, he opts to focus on how badass and destructive he is in his Death Machine.  Speaking of which, Pendles still has the utmost respect for (and is a little afraid of) how much power Toby has at his flipper tips.  He still believes that Toby could destroy an actual world, if he really wanted to.

[a-beast-of-prey]

Starburst

[🎶 + Gunship | Fly For Your Life for @reynavaleria]

{{Warnings for blood, a bit of flashing, and mild body horror for the vid. And mentions of blood in this drabble.}}

The planethopper coasted leisurely under her experienced hand, engine humming quietly underfoot and through the wheel against her palm. Only the occasional nudge or minor course correction was necessary to keep it level, the bottom of the ship remaining just shy of brushing against the tops of Ekkunar’s massive trees for the duration of the flight. The eyes of her tiny passenger, wide and blue and full of wonder, peeked at the sky beyond. Just as blue. Just as bright. Wide and open and free.

She boosted her knee higher so he could see more of it and less of the dashboard, snuggling him a little closer in her one-armed hold. “Pretty, huh? Wanna go higher?”

“-a. Reyna.”

She stirred, blinking. The blue sky was gone. Replaced by Tempest’s angry lightning-forked red, speckled with the angular blips of distant Vipers zooming around. Everything else around her was dark, but she could make out a dashboard - sharp and sleek, with foreign buttons and knobs, and two sets of two massive sticks in lieu of steering wheels set on both sides - and someone crouched in front of her. Enough light came in through the windshield that she could make out shaggy silver hair plastered to dark skin by sweat and blood, and spikes jutting from leather-clad shoulders.

A smidge of the worry in K’s eyes faded, as did the crease between his brows, when he caught her eye. “Hey. Think you’re up for copiloting?” Her groggy blinking seemed enough answer for him. He winced. “Nevermind. Just sit tight. I’ll get us outta here.”

He fumbled with the buckle for another couple of seconds before finally finding success, clipping her snugly in. He gave it an experimental tug. Apparently satisfied that it would hold, he rose and shuffled back a step before skirting around, then flopping into, his own seat with a soft whuff. She blinked some more, watching him begin the struggle anew with his own belt. That’s when she noticed the massive tear in his side, the material surrounding it stained darker by wetness. There were also a bunch of other, smaller, nicks, and the unmistakable circular holes belonging to bullets, marring his jacket. His entire right sleeve from the elbow down was gone. The trenches in the plating of his gauntlet and the lingering stink of cooked flesh and clothing would be the cause of that. And would also explain why he was having such a hard time with fine motor skills. She thought she remembered an explosion. And a second wall of flame bravely keeping it at bay; her face buried against leather as she was clutched protectively by a single arm, shielded from the worst of the hellish heat. Her wandering mind was brought back when K’ finally wrangled the belt into cooperation. He released a triumphant hiss under his breath as it clicked into place.

“Your jacket…” she murmured, drawing a wince from him.

“Yeah… It’s ruined. Sorry.” He actually looked it, a crestfallen look in his eyes as he ran a finger over the flaming Rogue skull sewn onto the left breast, half its grinning face slashed away, exposing the skin beneath.

She reached across the space between them to give his hand a clumsy pat for comfort. “‘S okay. Get you another. With more spikes.”

His lips twitched up a fraction as he began flicking switches. The ship gradually hummed to life, marked by an increasing amount of lights coming on. “What if I don’t want more spikes?”

“Too bad. You get ‘em anyway.”

“You’re impossible,” he snorted, hands curling around his set of flight sticks. There was a tremor in his right one. He stilled it some by squeezing tighter. The blisters marring the skin above his gauntlet oozed as he nudged the sticks up, getting the ship to start hovering.

“Part of my charm,” she murmured, heavy eyes slipping shut.

Then opening again to star-speckled darkness.

The tiny awed gasp at her lap brought a grin creeping onto her face. The hand curled around his small body found his, coaxing it up to the wheel. One by one, she prodded his fingers until they curled around it. Her own hand covered them to keep them in place. He blinked up at her, confused, excited, and apprehensive all at once. “Your turn to fly, starburst.” When his apprehension became more pronounced at this news - a sniffle escaping him, and entire body trembling with the threat of impending tears - she squeezed his hand gently. “Hey… you’ll be okay. I’ll be right here, helping you out the whole way.”

“… I’m scared, mom…”

Her heart squeezed. Christ, he was such a gentle kid… Not for the first time, she wondered if he was going to be okay; if giving him up for adoption on one of the Chunks was really a good idea. She didn’t want to. If only because she knew his reaction was going to tear her heart asunder… But it was for the best. Her line of work - her growing reputation as the Valkyrie, steadily making herself one of the biggest powers in the Ring - was a dangerous full-time job. She couldn’t juggle that and the mingled joy and stress of motherhood. Which she had never asked, nor been prepared for, in the first place. Not to mention when her enemies found out she had a son, they would come after him in droves with the intent to hurt him to get to her. So it really was for the best that she gave him up; let some nice civilian family adopt him so he could live a normal, stress-free life. Or the closest thing to it when the universe was shrinking under the Varelsi onslaught.

… But what if he got taken in by a less reputable sort? Or if the other kids bullied him? He was so soft-hearted and easily reduced to tears; a prime target to pick on. What if…?

Cross that bridge when you come to it, Reyna. Focus on this moment; make the most of it.

With that in mind, she pushed the jumble of thoughts to the dark recesses of her mind to deal with later, planting a kiss on top of his head. His hair was a warm shade of chocolate. Soft and unruly and sticking up every which way. It still smelled like the shampoo she’d lathered it with last night. Another comforting squeeze was delivered to his tiny hand. “I promise I won’t let you go.”

Another sniffle. He looked up at her with moist eyes. “Pinky promise?”

Her other hand left the wheel, her pinkie curling around the smaller one he’d presented. “Pinky promise.” She smiled down at him, expecting his own lips to tug up into one of his massive grins that she held dear to her heart; big and bright and warm like Solus’ golden rays…

And instead saw teeth bared in a ferocious snarl through bloodied teeth. K’s thumbs slammed over the buttons on the top of his flight sticks. Glowing streaks of crimson plasma painted the inky skyline. One of the Vipers exploded under the assault. Then a second. He yanked and held the controls right, sending them barrel rolling away from a burst of return fire from a third.

“Fuck’s sake,” he growled under his breath, righting the ship again. His shaking right hand left the controls to press against his still bleeding side, a pained hiss escaping between his teeth at the contact. The wet patch was bigger. The upholstery sported a matching stain. His breaths were coming out in short, audible heaves. A bead of sweat slid down his face, dropping into his lap. “Idiots don’t know when to quit…”

Her eye found one of the small monitors set in the middle of the dash, displaying a different patch of long-dead stars from those outside the windshield. And the shrinking red orb of Tempest watching their retreat. She sat up with a groan, running a hand over her face. It came back sooty and blood-streaked. “What’s…?”

K’ released a groan of his own, left hand dropping to apply even more pressure to his side. The wound looked jagged… from a piece of debris, maybe? A shudder rippled through his body, forcing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Jus’ a… minor setback. Don’t worry about it. It’s, ugh… it’s under control.”

“Bull,” she growled. They both knew it. She straightened, doing her best to ignore the throbbing in her skull and lance of pain in her ribs. “Rest for a bit; I’ll take it from here.”

“You’re concussed,” he mumbled, cracking open an eye to give her a disapproving glare.

“And you’re bleeding out,” she shot back, returning the glare threefold before turning her attention to her own set of flight sticks and the array of switches spread out before her. Her hands curled around the controls. “Which means I’m…” She glanced back at the monitor. Angular black and red dipped into view, the front of the Viper looking like the jaws of death coming to gobble them up. Her eye widened. “Behind-!”

The entire ship shook as some exterior component exploded. The stink of smoke and burning electronics wafted into the cabin. Curses spewed from K’s mouth in a rush as his hands scrabbled back towards the controls. Until a second, bigger, explosion sent his head cracking against the dashboard mere moments before her own.

When she came to again, the entire display blinked at her. Both it and the angular Jennerit text in the middle of the screen were angry and red. It matched the floating liquidy beads hovering near K’s slack face and side. Internal gravity stabiliser must have been busted. That would explain why her butt was hovering a few inches off her seat. She groaned, leaning over to grab his floating hand; fingers guiding and curling his back around the flight stick. Calloused, but gentle and warm. Steadying. Hazy blue eyes flickered open, slowly tracing the hand and the arm attached to it back to her face.

“I’ve got you, starburst,” she murmured, grip over his hand tightening as she watched the Viper swoop past, assessing the damage it had dealt. Her free hand came up to grab a stick on her own side, splitting the ship’s control between them. “Let’s go home.”

[mairidesign]

I finally made it to Mars :D thanks to my buddy @pipingdesigner #mars #dreamcometrue #redplanet #onmars #planet #planethoppers #sand #lovethis

[pendles-is-friendles]

The sticking slip of the rubber sole of his current pair of sneakers melting against the ground sent a fresh, harsh hiss through his throat. They might not have been his beloved orange wyrm-skin hightops, but Pendles still bared his fangs at the thought of the limited edition paint splattered ones getting ruined.

His chest ached from the lack of use and his body started to complain as the build-up of acid in his blood rose, but ahead the garish paint and angular features of the planethopper peeked through the doorway into the docking bay. He fumbled for the keys in his pouch with his robotic hand whose CPU overheated in the flaming Chimera. “Damn it all,” he whispered as he forced the malfunctioning digits to hook into the keyring. He brought it up across Colton to press the button, the hopper’s shield sprang to life, pushing back the smoke.

He gulped down the filtered air as he herded Colton to the passenger side, the edge of which stood at Pendles’ shoulder if he were standing up straight. Using his tentacle to force the robotic limb into place, he offered to boost the Aelfrin up into the cockpit. “Just ‘bout ready to leave this mess behind, yeah?”

He was certain of his fellow two crew member’s deaths… but there was his captain. He wasn’t sure about his status nor location. There were lives at risk if they stayed here. And he couldn’t find the heart to tell the snake assassin about him, it’d prevent a quick leave. Was he a coward for this line of thinking? Then… he was fine with being a massive craven, if it meant these two lived today. 

After withholding information that could trouble their situation and escape, the elf found himself nodding along to Pendles’ words, silently, wordless. His body felt as though he used enough words for now, the densing smoke making that choice for him. He quickly accepted the killer’s offer of something to cover his mouth, and allowed himself to be carried by the other without resistance.

As he was being taken away to safety, the Aelfrin wanted to do the same as Pendles. Keep an eye open for his captain, but reaction to the smoke and want to leave made him squint his eyes through the smoke, eventually closing them. He kept the snake’s cloth pressed closely to his mouth, wanting to murmur a ‘thank you’ to the fellow Rogue… but it’d be bad luck to thank him early.

[ismokeitsite]

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edit: shoutout to all my sunday stoners edit 2: apparently he updated

Submitted April 08, 2018 at 03:13PM by planethopper via reddit

[thralls-for-alls]

(( A closed starter for @dxstrxyer for 🌟 ))

He shuffled around the ship, the Fortune’s Favour, as quiet as he can muster with his boots.  Peeking his head into doorways, the clone searched for something.  He was not sure for what yet, but the ever ruthless Rogues had to have some deadly something or other he could use for inspiration!

Turning a corner, he saw the back of the famous, but not Mike-friendly, Whiskey Foxtrot.  TZ ducked into the nearest doorway to evade detection, only sparing one extra peek at the other clone from the safety of the room before turning around. 

“Oh!  This is more like it.”  With a wide grin across his hidden beneath his helmet, TZ reached up to press the switch on his extended cloaking device, blinking into view.  This seemed to be a garage of some sort, but instead of planethoppers, hoverskiffs or any average vehicle, a huge custom mechsuit stood before the stuntman.  Striding up to it, he took off his black helmet and set it on one of the arms to get a better look at the cockpit.  His metal chest plate bumped against the rust-coloured shielding under the driver’s seat as he inspected the inside.  He pouted.  “Aww, I wouldn’t fit…”

[francesbrumes]

The cool thing about sci-fi is that there's pretty much no limit to whatever you make as long as there is some 'logical' explanation to everything. You can actually even make your own logic.

This guy is probably gonna be another character in the Planethoppers concept. I've been watching a lot of ENA and Talking Heads stuff lately, so I based him a bit on david byrne cause he's cool

[bigheadpatric]

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[kashacreates]

I’m thinking about how Liberated pilots are “married” to their ship- they can’t “pass the keys” to someone else to fly their ships.

The thing about the Strix Stryker (The ship Torque’s in charge of) is that it doesn’t truly fly, it’s floating on top of a sphere of influence.  Think of like a piece of glitter stuck to a bubble.  It never lands, movement between it and the ground is via teleporting and movement outside uses other ships (like Ex’s planethopper).

Drex, the biggest one of the Sibling Trio, is the pilot of the Stryker.  He has other duties (mostly patrols with his siblings), but his most important one is to keep the ship flying (which requires no effort).

Hirudian tech is entirely based on the parasite and its functions, so the ships are all basically alive in a sense.  It’s not AI since the parasite is a naturally-evolved robot, but it definitely has a large disconnect from organic life.  It has all of the real control over the life-support systems, supplies, etc. It’s also canon that it gets jealous if Drex is away for too long. 

So Drex’s job is much less “fly the ship” and much more “keep it happy so it doesn’t kill us all.”