#flash fancharacter

[voidcatgalaxy]

Animated attack on Searchlight Glow (owned by inkbl0t) on Artfight.net!

My first (and so far only) animated attack on Artfight! Still frames can be found here. Likes and reblogs appreciated!

[nuitdelapin]

Oli is my fancharacter of woy, he is the cameraman of the show of Andy, them are besties!

It is a coward watchdog, because Whenever he tries to do something heroic it either ends up being humiliated or hit accidentally or on purpose, for which the Flash on his hat is broken and it has a band-aid on (he doesn't take it off because it's scared of pain)

[nightdragon07]

Tendres Moments …

Akira and Arthur, casual and gijinka version. Aren't they cute together? And Akira being Akira, they like to fool around him, but it doesn't seem to bother Arthur that much, he really enjoys this Ceruledge's company. Oh and yeah, he doesn't fear Akira's fire hands, he as the Flash Fire ability.

Traditional art 23/06/2024

Art and fancharacters (C) Carol (NightDragon07) Pokemon (C) Game Freak / Nintendo

[hedgehogfangirl317]

Your characters and the work you put into them are incredible! I'm making a similar "Sonic and the Gang's Children and Future" story in my head that will never be released since I can't draw Sonic characters to save my life, any advice?

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you took the time to reach out, and flabbergasted that you'd ask for my advise! I've been putting your ask off to think about it more, because I really wanna do it justice.

The thing is, most of my characters have been with me for 13 years now. They've grown and changed alongside me. I was 10, watched Sonic X, liked the characters and started imagining more about their lives. My fankids were neither original nor very well developed then. Personality-wise, they were mostly copycats of the og cast (but Archie Comics did that, too, and they made money with it, I guess.) I love storytelling, and I taught myself a lot about stories and characters over the years, and put that to use on my Sonic characters. But it still took me a while to work up the courage to post them here.

That's the first point I want to make, I guess. It's easy to be discouraged when you see all the great fanart and fancharacters people have made on the internet. You think you'll never make something as good or original as that. There's some insanely talented people out there. The thing is - forget about it. Making something that has never been there before, with the amount of fancharacters this 30-year-old fandom has to offer, is next to impossible. So just don't try. Make the characters that feel right to you, that fit your stories. Look at other's work with appreciation, and appreciate your characters for what they mean to you. My characters are a comfort to me, and I love improving on them.

Since I've read your ask, I've really tried to be concious about the way I work on my characters. Most of them, I can't remember when I first envisioned them. But if I'd give advise, I'd pin it down to:

start with the og cast

tell the stories you want to tell and

characters don't exist in a vaccum.

Sonic and his friends are obviously the most important component when writing fankids. They're the parents. The way they act and think will hugely impact the kids. Take the original cast and continue their stories to what feels right. Where do their lives, their choices, lead them? What does their day-to-day life look like in the future? Are they still adventuring? When, how and why did they get kids? These questions are always good starting points for future kids. Get a few notes down on how you interpret Sonic and his friends as characters. Flesh out their backstories which will influence their future, too, and how they'll raise their kids.

(Example for my characters:)

Violet and Flash are affected by their father basically being the world's greatest hero. They grow up with a strong sense of justice and feeling they have a duty to the world, but struggle to live up to Sonic's legacy. Both of them will find their own ways to do so, eventually.

Meanwhile, Tails, shaped by being an abandoned child and an outcast, strifes to build a safe space, where his children can grow and learn in peace. He shelters them a little too much sometimes, but they have education and possibilities he never had at their age.

(I have a lot of fun with this family in particular, with the oldest kid being an alien, and the youngest a hybrid, and Tails nervous they'll be seen as outcasts, too. Shenanigans around the clock.)

I think if you don't know where to start a character, think about where there is potential for a story.

My Tailream child Peony came to be as a direct continuation of the story from Sonic X. Her character is a spiritual sucessor of everything her mother Cosmo stood for, wished for and grew to be. When writing Peony I always have in mind her species (plant-based lifeform), the history of her species from the show, and what her existence means going forward. And of course, what it meant for Tails and Cream when they adopted her, in light of the tragedy they went through to get there.

My Sonamy child Violet became the Guardian of the Chaos Emeralds. This gave me an excuse to explore the whole mythology around them, and flesh out the world more (and I've got re-writing to do after Sonic Frontiers). Violet's role affects her powers, her values, her fears, her view on the world, her self-image and her relationships with others. I have a story where the power overwhelms her, she almost hurts her family, and drops off the face of the world for two years in fear of repetition. She does a lot of soulsearching and research about the Emeralds.

Obviously not all fankids can have a history this extensive, but having a couple of kids rounded can help deciding what to do with the rest.

Because characters don't exist in a vaccum. If you want to make believable, well-rounded characters, remember that they live in a world, with other characters.. Their beliefs and values depend on where and how they grow up, who their family is, who they interact with. What's happening in the world around them? Like I said, Sonic and the gang as parents are going to shape how the kids will turn out to be, but it's also the other way around. With time, the kids will change their parents, siblings will influence each other, and deciding who their friends are is important, too. In my stories, Sonic's and Tails' kids see each other every day because they're basically family. So Violet and Flash get a lot more education than Sonic ever did, and Tails' kids learn to appreciate freedom and adventure outside of their sheltered and protected life. But they also spend a lot of time on Angel Island, because Violet wants to learn about the Master Emerald, and Flash is best friends with Knuckles' son.

With so many characters you're never really done. Right now, I'm working on my other two Silvaze kids that have only existed as vague concepts in my head up to now (hope I can post them soon.) I even had a whole traditional family for Shadow at some point. His son had quite a significant role in my stories. But I've now realised I don't think this fits Shadow's character anymore. (I didn't understand him really until I've recently started really digging into the matter), and I've scrapped all of it. Now, I'm completely re-writing Shadow's future to better fit how I interpret him. It'll be much more interesting than what I had before.

I don't know if any of this is coherent, and if you've read to this point, thank you so much. And thank you again for the ask. I just looove character work, no matter original characters or my own. It should be fun, so don't put that much pressure on yourself.

[aninvisibleunfriend]

Been drawing me and the BF as Hero and Villain because we’ve been playing this Lego DC Villain game and I really love it. 

[ganymedesclock]

Your musings on the Black Arms got me wondering about something. Even with how catastrophic a shock to the system being cut off from that collective must have been, enduring the psychic "blank space" that resulted from it must be a breed of torment in it's own right. Does Red ever suffer from anything akin to telepathic phantom limb syndrome?

Yes, actually! Although it's not quite telepathic phantom limb as much as a form of sensory deprivation. My personal read on the Arms hive-mind isn't that individuals are actually nonexistent, but it's a context where, by default, they're all mentally 'touching' each other. And this actually was a headcanon I originally developed based on Shadow, before I ever conceptualized Red as a character.

Psychic isolation generally doesn't manifest physical pain, but over a period of time, it tends to come with feelings of anxiety and, in extreme cases, can develop psychosis-like symptoms. Think of it the same way that if you stand in a completely pitch dark environment with your eyes open, you'll start seeing visual snow- your brain isn't used to going "absolutely NOTHING is there" so it starts trying to spit out movement or patterns or something to fill the gap.

(And, yes, this is in fact based on that Shadow certainly seems to experience psychosis- both in terms of hallucinations and dissociating, which seems partly linked to his trauma of losing other people)

Basically Black Arms brains biochemically are only happy if they have a sense other people are around them. Long-term exposure to this kind of psychic isolation lets them offset how debilitating it is a little bit- Red has a lot more trouble with this than Shadow does- but Shadow still has consequences for having basically not been telepathically socialized a way he partly needs. The Biolizard was sort of a telepathic weighted blanket for him when he was younger, but it was not really much for conversation.

And of course, this is a problem because Shadow also doesn't really know how to utilize his telepathy because the only experiences he's had with somebody in his head have been him under attack, so needless to say he and Red kind of unsettle each other a lot. Shadow, to Red, comes off like if you were only raised by very over-emotive people and then met someone who never makes facial expressions or changes the tone of their voice so you have no idea what they're thinking and it's kind of unnerving, while Red, to Shadow, keeps unsettlingly trying to just, let him into her head.

Red's isolation is something she manages a little bit by talking to her gun and her foster babies- all black arms technology is technically just a specialized black arm, so Shooty is an independent individual, albeit not one who's been trained to think of itself that way, hence its breathtakingly limited imagination.

In other senses, telepathically isolated Black Arms can ground themselves a bit using their other senses; this is why Red now has those yellow stretchy bands around her wrists, ankles, and waist. They're basically weight trainers that she's repurposing to help her thoughts- and because Red is pretty horrifically strong, actually, they're actually heavy enough she can do the Rock Lee thing.

(And then she also works out a lot because maintaining an intense physical regimen is her overall cope so she is DEFINITELY a power-type character)

[wildegeist-old]

[Rant, non-personal and general, and not really that heavy, but definitely still angry]

Having Thoughts again about how much of a negative impact cringe culture has had on people, especially younger artists.

Like it's ALARMING the amount of people I've spoken to who actually gave up on art for a few years (or gave up entirely) as younger artists because some shithead like pkrussl or some other person grabbed their art and tore it apart or passed it around to get laughed at. I've bumped into so many random people who were like "yeah I was featured in one of those videos years ago and it actually made me feel like shit and discouraged me for a long time" and it's low-key horrifying how common this was. Like many are adults now and still have confidence issues from it.

I've never personally been a victim of cringe culture myself tbh (everyone has been insulted at some point but that's the worst i ever got) but like, my heart hurts for people who were.

Like I'm actually genuinely angry by the amount of people who have been affected by this. It's kinda really fucked up how normalized it was to just attack random kids making art for fun online of their OCs or fancharacters and whatever. You expect high art out of some 14 year olds?

Hell, let's take it a step further- you expect high art out of ANYONE? Because plenty of adults who make art aren't exactly professionals either, but they're making stuff anyway and are putting it out there even if they know it isn't perfect. And you think it's okay to tear them down? You're just gonna make people feel shitty for doing pretty harmless, non-problematic, just kinda odd at worst, stuff that they like? It's kinda fucking entitled to hold other people to that standard just because you don't personally approve, don't you think. It's not like they're going up to you and shoving it in your face.

"If you put it out there you're opening yourself up for criticism" News flash, making fun of someone and criticism aren't the same thing. And if you do give legit critique and they reject it, then... so what. Why are you so pressed about whether or not a random stranger is taking your advice? I think more often than not it's just these people looking for excuses to project their own insecurities onto others, especially since people who are unabashedly """cringe""" tend to be happier than these other people.

I'm so glad this phenomenon of normalized rudeness is starting to die out, but boy does it bother me that it was ever a thing in the first place.

Be nice, for fuck's sake.

[kitsmits]

Preview for new Bleach fanfic!

My latest project! I got back into Bleach in the last year after finding the hilarious and brilliantly done Bleach S Abridged series by Project Mouthwash. (Seriously, go watch it. Then watch their Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works Abridged, even if you haven’t seen the actual series.)

A LOOOOONG time ago, before I even started working on TUTN, I had this idea for a Bleach fancharacter, and with my recent resurgence of interest in the series I resurrected her. Sort of. She’s definitely different from what I originally planned. (What else is new?)

Anywho, it’s going to be an Aizen/OC fic, main focus on the OC and her life. Like TUTN, it’s gonna be a long one (I swear, I don’t know how to write short stories), it’s gonna involve a lot of the original cast, and it’s gonna be epic. I’m quite excited for where it will go, and I hope readers will be, too!

Without further ado…here’s a preview from the Prologue:

Mono no Aware

Mono no aware (pron: “ah-wah-ray”): Japanese idiom with many translations, including “pathos of things” or “empathy for ephemera.” The feeling of gentle, wistful sadness one experiences knowing that nothing stays the same; everything is impermanent and, ultimately, without inherent meaning beyond what we give it.

Soul Society, circa 1553 C.E.

It happened in the space of a heartbeat.

Later, some would claim it began with a blinding flash; others would insist there’d been no light involved, only the sensation of a powerful shockwave. For the Souls of the Rukongai districts, there was no adequate description; they simply fell to the ground, unable to comprehend the phenomenon.

For the Shinigami of the Seireitei, it was a different matter. Many were frozen in place, overcome by a sense of unraveling. Even Urahara Kisuke felt his heart stop with something akin to existential dread, as though the strange energy challenged his very reality.

As quickly as it had come over him, the feeling dissipated, leaving him in a cold sweat. As he felt his heart beating soundly in his chest once again, Kisuke glanced around him. He wasn’t the only one. Every person, from the least remarkable Soul to his fellow Shinigami, wore similar expressions of shock and confusion.

Within seconds, the Shinigami around him exploded into action, seeking orders and trying to find out what had happened. Kisuke, his mouth set in a thin line, turned toward where he’d felt the strange phenomenon originate: the outer districts of the southern Rukongai. Within minutes, he’d flash-stepped across seventy-two districts, noting with mounting dread that the further out he went, the worse off the Souls living there were, and not just because of the living conditions. At District 73, many of the Souls were still unconscious, their loved ones trying desperately to revive them. District 75 showed the first signs of property destruction: overturned stands, blasted windows, damaged roofs.

Beyond the rubble of District 77, there was no Rukongai left.

Where once had stood ramshackle houses and filthy gutters of the three outermost districts, now there was…nothing. It wasn’t that the buildings had collapsed or been blown away, as they had in the last few; there was simply nothing left. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. The ground was still there, albeit looking like the outer layers of soil had been stripped away. Kisuke supposed that from the air, this whole area would appear as a crater.

What struck him more than what he was seeing was what he felt - a charge in the air, something that spoke to his most primordial, animalistic instincts. It set him on edge, making his heart race and the hairs on his neck and arms stand on end.

Whatever had caused this…it lingered.

Other Shinigami began to arrive on the scene, some from his own unit of the Stealth Division, many from other Divisions of the Gotei 13. The Kido Corps wouldn’t be far behind.

“What the hell happened here?” someone asked, a question that echoed across the ranks.

“Hey,” someone else exclaimed. “There’s someone there!”

Kisuke squinted. Yes - there was someone, or something, just barely visible in the distance. They moved slowly toward the gathering Shinigami, almost shambling in their gait, perhaps from injury. Then, without warning, they collapsed into a heap.

For a few seconds, no one moved. Then, a couple of Shinigami darted toward the figure.

“Wait! Stop!” Kisuke shouted at them. “We don’t know-“

He couldn’t finish his warning. The Shinigami got within a few meters of the figure when they suddenly halted as though hitting a wall. To Kisuke’s horror, they didn’t just stop moving; their bodies disintegrated, turning to dust from front to back. They didn’t even have time to scream before they were simply gone.

The other Shinigami fell back several steps, gasps reverberating across the crowds.

“Form a perimeter!” Kisuke shouted at the others, arms spread wide. “Everyone stay back, and someone get the Kido Corps out here! We need a barrier!”

He was mildly surprised when people obeyed. Huh. It seemed his new post as head of the Detention Unit was actually giving him some authority. Or maybe they were just glad someone had taken the lead.

Kisuke kept one eye on the unmoving figure as the rest of the Shinigami came to order, his mind turning the situation over. Clearly, the figure had something to do with whatever had happened here - whether as an innocent bystander or as the one who caused it was to be determined. As for what had happened…the best Kisuke could describe it was an explosion. Something had detonated in the outermost districts of the Southern Rukongai, and now those districts were no more. How many Souls had lived here? Would this affect the balance of the three worlds?

Kisuke banished those questions from his mind. That wasn’t his department. His effort would be better spent trying to figure out what happened, not what would happen.

To that end, he crouched down and picked up a few small rocks near his feet. Without a word, he started moving toward the figure, his steps slow and measured.

“Eh - wait, sir!” someone yelled after him. “I thought you said-“

Kisuke ignored him, stopping when he was a couple feet away from where the other Shinigami had perished. There was no sign of the two deceased, not even ash. Maybe any remnants had blown away on the wind? But there wasn’t any wind today. Turning his attention to the figure lying on the ground, his eyes widened.

It was a child - a young girl, from the looks of it. She was a skinny little thing, her age difficult to determine at a glance; some Souls kept the same child-like appearance for decades, after all. She was dressed simply, her white outfit akin to “European” styles in the Human World - increasingly common in this part of the Rukongai as Europeans continued to colonize and influence southern Asia. Her features were more of the latter, her skin light but tinged with bronze undertones, her hair dark with a burgundy sheen that reminded him of black maple trees.

Most of all, he was struck by just how untouched she seemed by whatever had happened. There were no bruises; the only scrapes were from her fall. Her clothes were clean and intact, which in itself was a rarity in the impoverished outermost districts. She even wore shoes, something he never saw this far out. If Kisuke wasn’t looking directly at her in the middle of what used to be District 78 or 79, he’d have guessed she’d been nowhere near this scene of destruction.

He gave the rocks he’d picked up a few turns in his hand before gently tossing one toward the girl. Just as predicted, it seemed to hit some sort of invisible field and completely dissolve. No dust - just gone. Atomized?

Taking his scabbard from his belt, he reached out with it and slashed the ground, marking it just short of where the rock had disappeared. Walking sideways around the girl, he repeated the experiment three more times, each time with the same results, each time slashing the ground. When he finished, he plopped onto the dirt, sitting cross-legged and resting his chin in one hand.

“I wouldn’t go beyond those marks for now,” he told Tessai when the Kido Corps head arrived. “Not if you want to keep your limbs, anyway.”

Tessai and his Kido specialists buzzed around him, performing a plethora of tests that Kisuke had no interest in at that moment. Every now and then, he tossed another pebble her way. The first dozen or so times, nothing changed; the pebbles ceased to exist before getting near her. But gradually, he noticed a shift.

The pebbles were getting closer - whatever field surrounded the girl was shrinking.

By now, more captains had arrived, including Yamamoto himself. Over the past few hours, Kisuke’s pebbles had gotten ever closer to the child’s vulnerable form. On the one hand, this was good news: whatever strange energy surrounded the girl seemed to be dissipating, lessening the danger with every passing hour.

On the other hand, Kisuke had a pretty good notion of what would happen to the kid once his fellow Shinigami could reach her unimpeded.

Kisuke stood for the first time in hours, stretched, and abandoned his self-appointed vigil. If his estimates were right, he had about an hour or so before the field around the girl completely disappeared. He had to work quickly.

The 2nd Division headquarters were quiet when he arrived - the Stealth Division was busy keeping tabs on the public while the rest of the Gotei 13 dealt with the crisis at hand. There was one person still here, and she was curled up cat-like in her throne, just as he’d expected her to be.

“‘Ay, Yoruichi-taicho,” Kisuke greeted, not bothering with his usual attempts to sneak up on her. She looked like she was asleep, but he knew better. “Hard at work as always, I see.”

Yoruichi cracked open a single golden eye. “Eh? Bored already, Kisuke?”

“Nah,” he gave a dismissive wave. “Quite the opposite, really. Actually, I have a favor to ask.”

[nerdycatastrophe]

I probably should've made this post yesterday during 4/13 but I'm one day late so it doesn't matter.

If I haven't discovered Homestuck last year, It'd probably take me more time to realize that there's nothing wrong with being a part of the Queer community and indulging in things that people may look down upon. I was pretty much a homophobic, transphobic and enbyphobic child (I live in a VERY Christian country in Asia, So I naturally had Christian and religions relatives and family members)

Heck, I probably wouldn't even have realized that I was somewhere around the Nonbinary spectrum (Demi-girl) and Asexual (Gray-Sexual) spectrum as early as possible and would've probably thought I was just pretending to be these things and I was a mistake against God or some religious bullcrap like that (I'm lucky enough that my family was never EXTREMELY strict in raising me with Christian beliefs compared to my cousins but still, My Dad and Mom are still kinda enbyphobic / transphobic / homophobic and the only person in my family other than me who's NOT against Queerness is my Bisexual sister, who I don't have the best connections with)

If I had never watched those Undertale videos by my favorite youtubers at the time, I probably wouldn't have had the algorithm send me megalovania different remixes versions videos (look I loved Megalovania with my fucking soul and heart) and me eventually stumbling upon the Homestuck Megalovania which ended up making the algorithm send me a Vast Error video which ended making me look up the Homestuck Webcomic, even if I thought the series had died. (I wasn't aware of the epilogues till like September and when Homewtuck^2 dropped)

Heck I probably wouldn't even have joined this site if it wasn't for Tumblr not allowing me to save Homestuck Images to put as background images for my google portfolio for online school (just a portfolio where I like put all the online activities I did and had fun with it, not a portfolio of me stealing art and claiming it was mine lmao)

It's a bit sad how I joined around the time Homestuck was starting to lose it's charm and eventually missed out a lot (I was like 1 hear old when Homestuck existed and ended up time playing crappy flash dress up games and roblox and never knowing about Tumblr don't @ me) but hey, memories are memories and time is an illusion.

Anyways, Here's pictures of one of my favorite fancharacters I've created for Homestuck stuff. Haven't given them a name but they are definitely a bootleg version of Vriska x Eridan.

Bigender fish troll that prefers They/Them and She/Her, masculine and gender-neutral insults if you wanna insult them (like son of a bitch, Dumbass, Fuckass) and masculine/gender-neutral slang or professional terms (I forgot the word, I sometimes hate the English language a lot) like "Sir" "Sire" "Mister" "Dude" "Bro" "Lad" etc.)

Overall, Chill violet blood that bottles up their feelings (and I'm still working on their character)

[draayder]

I'm curious to see you answer all those OC asks for Kanemoto. Or as many as you can.

oh boy here we fucking go

What is your OC’s favorite color?Purple, but he generally likes anything in the cool range

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?He started collecting coins with his dad when he was a kid and while he’s not an avid collector he’ll still pick up a neat one if he finds it

What kind of things is your OC allergic to?he’s mildly allergic to dogs

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?he’s pretty much always dressed up, colored suits are about as flashy as it gets though

What is your OC’s first memory?He’s got flashes of a family breakfast when he was very young, though he can’t remember his mom’s face anymore. She left shortly after that

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?He likes cranes a lot, and thinks frogs and toads are gross

What element would your OC be?Water/Dark

What is your OC’s theme song? fuck dude I suck at these

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?nope I don’t ever do those

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?man that’s tricky for Kanemoto.... probably greed since he easily had enough money to just stop being a yakuza and still pay for all his dad’s treatment when his last like 3 families fell apart but he just keeps joining back up. He’s got this hangup about being absolutely sure he could cover ANYTHING that comes up 

What are your OC’s hobbies?He likes to read, historical fiction is a favorite because he is a big nerd. He also has a few pet beetles and when he’s busy he sends his boys around to take care of them

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?he’s pretty damn patient, he knows he ain’t great in a fight so he doesn’t jump into them often which Saejima appreciates as a leadership quality

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?Japanese Bisexual Cis Man

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?Surprisingly he likes pizza and has a fondness for mochi. He does not like ketchup which Akanishi takes great personal offense to

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?He’s already got a few beetles which he considers ideal because they take up very little room, make very little noise, and he can buy beetle jelly at donki 

What does your OC smell like? he wears nice colognes most the time and favors citrus scents

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?Kanemoto is yakuza babey. He got accepted to college and was on his way to becoming a lawyer but his dad’s medical issues forced him to drop out and the cost of everything pushed him into that line of work, so he kind of got stuck in a “being a yakuza is my job and my only option” mindset even after he had plenty of cash. He enjoys the business side of things and runs things fairly legit if you ignore the massive money laundering and tax evasion. He would rather die than work in fast food again

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?He’s got this irrational fear that everything’s gonna fall apart financially. Outside of that he’s got the usual job fears of getting shot or knifed in his sleep, but he’s more scared of the pain than the dying part of it. His strength is that he’s got a rock solid grip on his composure

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?he’s a whatever song’s on the radio kind of guy. He was so busy with school and then work and then yakuza that he feels like he kind of missed the bus on a lot of songs guys his age are really into, and he struggles to concentrate if music is playing so his musical knowledge is pretty limited

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?n/a

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?puts up with stuff for too long, a big “lying for their own good” kind of guy, a little judgmental. he does not like these freshly recruited chinpira who won’t learn their damn manners and think since they’re yakuza they shouldn’t try to play by business etiquette when dealing with civilians 

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?he was a stellar student and a total dweeb

What is a random fact about your OC? He and his ex-wife split amicably and she runs a lgbt bar now which he frequents

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?He thinks a lot about the meaning of it all and decided it’s about how you treat those you care about, so he’s gonna give it his all 

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?honestly he was 100% someone to bounce Akanishi off of that no one could accuse me of making OOC when I did

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why?He’s got a couple, his dad was obviously a huge influence on him and he was proud to give him as long of a life as he did, Saejima’s his first boss after his father passed away and let him leapfrog a lot of the normal drudgery he’d have to do starting from the bottom, and Akanishi has become very important whether he wants him to be or not. The least important to him was probably Dojima who was his first boss but also died within a year of him joining up

What kind of childhood did your character have?His mom left when he was about 4 or 5, he’s not really sure where she went or what happened and he’s content enough not knowing. His dad was a great father and did amazing as a single parent, they didn’t have a ton of money but it was enough

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?tends to pull at his tie/collar when particularly nervous but he’s got a pretty strong grip on himself

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?oh fuck that’s a hard one..... I think he’d go simple with like “Kanemoto Sho, loyal friend, devoted son”

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?he’s been married and would definitely be open to it again but he hasn’t really pursued anyone, it doesn’t line up with his line of work and anyone in the yakuza tends not to be the marrying type. He’s too old for kids at this point and once again the line of work just doesn’t agree

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?the first time he properly got his shit wrecked as a young yakuza in a street fight, he had to lie to his dad and say he got mugged and sent to the hospital. It kind of set him up to think he never wanted to be in a position where he had to fight. His fave memory is a fishing trip he took with his dad during high school

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?now you’d think the answer would be “his dad back” but he’s a pretty big believer that when it’s someone’s time that’s just how it is and that he provided the best life he could for him. If he could just snap his fingers and make it happen it’d definitely be getting strong enough to be a real contender in the yakuza realm. If that wasn’t possible, he’d like his scar and hearing fixed

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? he avoids it when possible, but he has shot a few people in very high stakes negotiations. He’s a good shot but prefers not to carry a gun due to the police risk

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?the Saejima family has drinking nights and occasional other excursions but they’re fairly laid back. However he gets dragged to most of the Majima family events by Akanishi and ends up playing baby sitter with Nishida when Minami is breathing fire and Akanishi is lighting sparklers off of it and oh fuck oh god Majima brought fireworks????

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?He’s not super imaginative but is a worrier. Can’t really blame him with how many times the family he’s in has crumbled around him

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?he does not need more money but he still spends a lot of time getting more, tho now it’s more for the family than taking much of a cut for himself. He’s willing to work his ass off for that

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?So Kanemoto has a big complicated money laundering scheme that Saejima doesn’t fully understand but it gives the family a lot more clean money to use than anyone really expectsHe owns several real estate firms, and the employees are ‘encouraged’ to eat at the restaurants across the street that he also owns, and to spend time at the hostess clubs he owns. They’re given large bonuses to go out to these clubs via happy hours. They also are encouraged to spend time at the golf club that Kanemoto owns, and the hostesses are told to bring their dates to there as well. A cut of the profits of everything gets taken back in by the family as it’s now been successfully laundered and very very hard to trace 

What would your character do with a million dollars? what he’s currently doing with a million dollars, making it into more money

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?he’s got an embarrassingly bachelor fridge with some leftovers and beer, he is not a good cook and spends most of his time out dining with business people or working late and ordering in. He keeps his room clean, his nightstand has whatever book he’s currently reading and a pair of readers that he isn’t thrilled with needing to wear. His garbage has a surprising amount of condoms

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?Akanishi is dragging him to a bar for karaoke and he doesn’t bother dressing up more than usual, but then Saejima is there and he regrets it

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?it takes a lot to get him really angry but when it happens he is like incoherent rage and yelling (see here)

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? he’s got some minor ones from a couple scuffles but the major one on his head is from a grenade that went off near him. He’s completely deaf in that ear and is annoyed that he’s lost his normal business man look and is more clearly a yakuza

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?this is more dumbass than offensive but he had very little experience with trans people before he got assigned kyoudai with Akanishi so he definitely said some stupid shit. He had a handle on MtF since he’d been around some trans women and other gnc individuals at his ex-wife’s Sachiko’s bar Oniyuri but didn’t put two and two together to figure out that FtM was also a thing, which lead to some major confusion when Akanishi said he was trans Akanishi, dropping his pants at the hot spring the first day they met: Oh yeah I’m trans that ain’t gonna be a problem, right?Kanemoto: so you’re... a woman?Akanishi: No!!!!Kanemoto: Oh sorry, so you’re a man...Akanishi: Yes!Kanemoto: ...who’s transitioning to female?Akanishi: NO!!!!! Literally the opposite get it together man!

How does your character react/ accept criticism?Depends on who it comes from, but he takes it pretty seriously. 

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?he likea the taste

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?yeah he’d try pinching it to see if he felt anything and then probably keep it around to scratch his own back (and hide it under as many locks as he can so Akanishi can’t get his hands on it)

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?he has no talent for art

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?as mentioned previously his mom left when he was young and his dad raised him as a single parent, his dad was hugely impactful on his life

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?he’s got a sweet tooth but never really got sugar rushes

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? If he knew with certainty that he would die in 3 days he would spend every minute getting everything in as much order as he could to keep the Saejima family secure and just spending time with his closets friends. He’d rather leave a positive impact on them than try to avoid death, he’d consider doing so to be unforgivably selfishHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGH that was a lot

[not-a-spy]

Talk about your most recent OC (/owo)/

That would be either Illuminati (Hetalia fancharacter) orrrr the most recent fellas for my own story, Billy-Ray and Sammy-Joe.

For Illuminati, I do not know too much yet x3 I doubt even the nation’s would know anything about her, or think that she could be dead by now. The few characters who may know of her would be Prussia and maybe America. Either that, or America would just really be into these conspiracy theories. She would… obviously be subtle. She would not really blurt out what she is, but maybe troll some conspiracy theory sides and wear an Illuminati necklace for the lols, just to fuck with people. I am still not sure, she would either hide in plain sight or hide really to the best of her ability.

As for Billy-Ray (William Raymond) and Sammy-Joe (Sammy-Joe). Twins from the North of Mexico, their parents just really liked “typical” American names. Billy is the guy for the physical work, athletic, fast and looking pretty plain, works well as a spy. Sammy, his older sister, is a tad more clever and a bit more in the background, and the one to provide her brother with information. Both have superpowers, bound to their wristbands that react with each other. One gives out electricity while the other pulls the flashes to herself, and everyone in between or around them will get hit by the lightning. Whenever they know that spying time is over, and the direct action needs to come into play, they will use their powers to their advantage.

So… That much to that ^^ Thanks for asking ♡

[characteroulette]

Vektor, EVERY NUMBER

trash prince. it’s gonna be a long one.

1. What is your OC’sfavorite color?

  > Vektor is fondof gold, golden browns, and khaki or really ugly yellows.

2. Does your OC collectanything? What do they collect?

  > Not.. really??If anything, he collects interesting bits of code he sees and storesit all in his backup modem space. Like a nerd.

3. What kind of thingsis your OC allergic to?

  > He’s allergic tosuccess–no, haha, he has no known allergies currently.

4. What kind ofclothing does your OC wear?

  > Suits! He likesrefined, rich-styled clothes, mostly suits and button-ups and a tieor two here and there, but he hates shoes so he runs everywhere withbare feet like a heathen.

5. What is your OC’sfirst memory?

  > Hisgrandfather’s battle with a Mainframe enemy and his parents’ bodiesdisappearing into the code. (Always gotta have dead or estrangedparents I swear)

6. What’s your OC’sfavorite animal? Least favorite?

  > He thinks bearsare pretty neat and he’s not really a fan of vampire bats.

7. What element wouldyour OC be?

   > Computer.……nah probably metal or light, he’s got a nice glow to him withhis creation magic and all.

8. What is your OC’stheme song?

  > He finds comfort in thesound and the shape of the heart, how it echoes through the chestfrom under the ground. And as the hills turn into holes, he’ll fillthem with gold..

9. Do you have afaceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?

  > NOPE I’m notreally good at those kinds of things. I always use my own voiceswhenever writing them (and reading their dialogue out loud to myself)and therefore have a hard time separating the tone/inflection/accentI give them and that makes looking for voices for them REALLY HARD.

10. What deadly sinwould best represent your OC?

  > Probably Pride?His carelessness and disregard for others’ feelings tends to be forprideful reasons..

11. What are your OC’shobbies?

  > Getting annoyedwith Dante and wandering around reality in WONDER with a perpetualtourist expression. Also chasing after Vektoria.

12. How patient is yourOC? How hot-headed are they?

  > Not all thatpatient, actually! He gets antsy very easily and likes to pace ifthings are taking too long, as well as getting aggravated at othersaround him if matters are not progressing quickly enough. Hisimmaturity holds him back from being a good King candidate…

13. What is your OC’sgender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

  > Vektor is codedMale, with no clear sexuality, mostly looks Israeli, and is acomputer being!

14. What foods doesyour OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

  > Vektor likes allfoods, whether or not they taste good, haha. He’s dumb and likes todrench his foods with different condiments to watch how the codingchange, with no regard as to how much food he ruins Vektor why do youact like such a rich kid don’t waste food

15. If your OC couldhave any pet, what would they choose? Why?

  > Vektor’s perfectpet fit would probably be a puppy, as they’d both be so excited andtire each other out. However, I can definitely also see him gettingalong well with ferrets.

16. What does your OCsmell like?

  > He smells alittle like the school labs and a little like a certain cologne nearconstantly, despite never using cologne or being seen in the labshimself….

  (I know nothing aboutsmells tbh don’t mind me)

17. How do they make aliving? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dreamjob? What do they think of their current job?

  > These are allgood questions that I’ll think about later after Vektor is out ofschool

18. What are your OC’sgreatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

  > Vektor’sgreatest fear is that he’ll fail his people and that they’ll alwaysconsider him a failure. His weakness is his impatience with otherpeople’s faults, while his strength is his pure belief in the best ofothers.

19. What kind of musicdo they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

  > Vektor’s beenenraptured by every piece of music he’s heard out here in reality andwhile his favourite sounds tend to be techno or electronica (or videogame), he loves it all.

20. If they came fromtheir world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react?What would they do?

  > Vektor is theliving embodiment of this question holy shit hahaha

  He’s a perpetualtourist expression, wowed by everything he sees and impressed by eventhe littlest of wonders. His favourite thing to do is wander theschool campus at nights and just look at the scenery and he continuesthis even after his sleeping schedule stabilizes.

21. What personalproblems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

  > Despiteeverything being so amazing and wonderful out here in reality, he’snot sure why he gets so frequently told not to use his powers.Surely, the others remember being able to utilise their powersoutside of the game? Also he’s struggling with the fact that hefucked up and projects pretty hard onto the others, especially Dante.Also he gets to go through an existential crisis YEAH

  His pet peeve woulddefinitely be someone having the power to circumvent issues, but notmaking use of that power.

22. What kind ofstudent were they/would they be in high school?

  > Vektor’s apretty grade-A student, mainly because he’s kinda a computer.

23. What is a randomfact about your OC?

  > In his currentform, Vektor is at a disconnect with his emotions, which is why hetends to slip into a more robotic tone and expression (kinda like hedisassociates due to being unable to tap into his emotions properly?)

24. What is theiroutlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think ingeneral about living?

  > Vektor’s prettypositive about life, believing that any sour situation can be rightedwith the correct steps and a fervent belief! If only that weretrue….

25. What inspired youto create them / how did you create them? Were they originally afancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you firstmade them?

  > YO OKAY so allof my Game Kids were supposed to be Code: Lyoko OCs, BUT HERE’S THESCOOP ON VEKTOR SPECIFICALLY:

  Vektor was meant tobe more sarcastic and deadpan, like my OC KS, but as I wrote him hejust turned into his excited tourist expression child haha. I wantedto create an Aelita-like character who held the keys to unlocking thedifferent areas in the game, and some of that has stuck (Vektor is aKey and has unlocking powers), but then there was also supposed to bethis huge thing about Day/Night shifts and a huge emphasis on notgoing against the stream which got phased out because it was toocomplicated.

26. Who is the mostimportant person in their life? Why? Who is the least important tothem (that still has an impact and why?

  > Dante isprobably the most important person in his life, for spoiler reasons.Both Jonathan and Frank are very important to Vektor as well, and Vektor has to admit that Vektoria is also kinda important.

27. What kind ofchildhood did your character have?

  > Vektor lived asheltered childhood in a rich setting and never wanted for anything(besides being able to go bare footed). He loved walking around thetown with his people and enjoyed the lessons his grandfather gavehim. The scariest thing really was learning all the different enemiesthat existed in the Mainframe and training his abilities in order tocombat them should they ever get loose again.

28. What kind ofnervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds ofaddictions?

  > Vektor paces alot. It kinda drives Sonya a little crazy. Which is why Vektor tookto walking around the school after hours.

29. If they couldchoose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

  > Uh. Vektor’s waytoo pompous to believe he’d die, ever. But after certain events, he’dprobably just want it to be his full name and title: Vektor Ketziah,Crown Prince of the Mainframe Kingdom.

30. Do they want to getmarried? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they havekids? Why?

  > Vektor has neverthought about relationships, much less marriage. (In the future,maybe, but first he has to solve the issues going on in his Kingdom.)

31. What is their mosttraumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

  > Probably thestory of his parents’ deaths that his grandfather told him is the most traumatic thing he can remember. Hisfavourite memory becomes the group hug with Dante and them, whoaccepted him and forgave him for his incomplete nature.

32. If they could haveone thing in the world, what would it be?

  > His people’seternal happiness.

33. Would they everkill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to killsomeone? If they would kill someone, why?

  > Even if Vektortried to kill Vektoria, I’m not sure his coding is capable ofdeletion at all. He could defeat her in the game, but that wouldn’tkill her…

34. What social groupsand activities does your character attend? What role do they like toplay? What role do they actually play, usually?

  > Vektor wanted toattend EVERY school event, causing a lot of scheduling hell for Paigeand Abraham (and total disaster as Petel couldn’t attend some of theevents due to band stuff and therefore no one was able to keep Danteor Vektor in check at times), but Vektor is eternally the tourist. Hehas to see the sights and try every stall and see everything! He’sgood in a debate, but he’s also kinda the worst customer at timesbecause of his tendency to list math equations explaining certainthings.

35. How is yourcharacter’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of thetime? Living in memories?

  > Vektor livesmostly in the present, as he’s not that great at daydreaming.Something in his processing is broken there. He has flashes ofmemories from when he was growing up in the Kingdom, but they’re notvery strong and as such he can’t get caught in them. Vektor is waytoo confident to be worried most of the time, at least.

36. What does yourcharacter want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively?What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

  > The thing Vektorwants most in his life is to take back his throne in the MainframeKingdom and heal the wrongs that Vektoria caused. Compulsively,Vektor needs to put others down to forget about the fact that hefucked up. To obtain his people’s trust once more, Vektor is willingto sacrifice himself to make things right once more.

37. What’s somethingthat your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

  > Vektorcalculates the formulas for how things work. I’m pretty sure not verymany people do that.

38. What would yourcharacter do with a million dollars?

  > Vektor has noconcept of monetary worth! (He’s a hopeless dork who would ask thecrew what he should do with the money and Paige would proceed to leadVektor through a very complicated series of steps that would end withthe crew suddenly owning some very illegal hacking tools)

39. What is in yourcharacters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor?Nightstand? Garbage can?

  > On top ofVektor’s desk in the dorms is his school books and notebook. Hisgarbage can is always clean it’s sorta terrifying to Sonya. Andmostly on the floor of their room is Sonya’s music sheets ofunfinished pieces he and Petel have been working on. (Vektor ownssurprisingly little in reality)

40. Your character isgetting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do theywear? Who will they be with?

  > Vektor’s off towander the campus in the dead of the night because he’s all readyfulfilled his sleep requirement! He just wears his regular suit,nothing fancy for those late night rendezvous with that lab nightowl….

41. What does yourcharacter do when they’re angry? Why?

  > Vektor shoutshaha. He gets mean when he’s really angry, most of the time you seehim he’s just irritated.

42. Does your characterhave any scars? Where did they get them from?

  > Vektor does nothave scars at the moment! Not sure if he ever will.

43. What was the mostoffensive thing your character had ever said?

  > Good question.

44. How does yourcharacter react to / accept criticism?

  > Vektor doesn’tdo well with criticism in the beginning because he’s so goddamnheadstrong and he’s right, you’re wrong. Royalty always has to beright, after all! As time goes on, though, he does start taking astep back to analyse his actions when told he’s doing somethingwrong. He starts to accept his faults rather than outright reject them.

45. If your characterwas given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (orsomething bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKEpineapple pizza?

  > Vektor’s neverexperienced it before, so he’d be open to try it. Not sure if he’dlike it, but Vektor likes weird shit so he probably would find itinteresting even if he didn’t like it. (Good luck finding somethingthat trash prince doesn’t like, though. He likes onion ringssmothered in mustard.)

46. Your character isgiven a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they seeif it actually works?

  > Vektor wouldtake it to Frank or Jonathan, convinced one of them would know whatit is (or know who made such an interesting code that was attemptingto ensnare Vektor’s health values). In the end, Dante’s the one whofigures out how to de-link the doll from Vektor’s health safely.

47. Can your characterdraw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

  > Vektor’s neverthought about drawing or doodling, but he’s a mixture of disgustedand fascinated by all of Dante’s drawings.

48. What were theirparents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

  > Vektor wasraised by his grandfather, as far as he can remember, so thatdefinitely shows through in Vektor’s antiquated manner of speech andmannerisms. Vektor is still a child, so he’s plenty flawed and moreof a mess, but that vindictive streak and callous disregard for humanfeelings definitely comes from his creators.

49. Does your characterlike candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when theyget a rush?

  > Vektor does likecandy, even if he thinks they’re a bit boring. He understands thatsugars attribute to energy gain, but has never experienced a sugarrush (and probably never will, his body processes that stuff fardifferently than a normal human’s would).

50. If your characterwas presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how wouldthey react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try tomake their last days count?

  > Vektor acceptshis death graciously, trying not to let on to any of his friends thathe’s going to die. After all, sacrificing himself to save someonewould cause a stir, but would be a much better use of his life thanthe current inevitable failure he’s destined for, right?

[bowditch]

Are you still taking flash fic requests? Can I have one of Dev interacting with the Justice League? That was one of my favourite scenes in the trilogy! (btw, Dev is in my top favourite fancharacters, he's the BEST)

HI. It took me a long time to finally answer you, but I didn’t forget! I’m still doing all flash/prompt requests in order and this one was finally up. And I even managed to keep it from getting Tragic! Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH. :-D

Beam Me Up (AO3 Link)Rating: TGen/Friendship5500~ Words

The video conference feed is lighting up the screen of the batcomputer when Batman leans forward to slightly adjust the volume. A routine protocol meeting means he doesn’t have to deal with the hassle of teleportation or the headache of listening to other members of the team become distracted by tangents. They tend to stay more focused when they know he’s a mute button or disconnect command away from leaving instead of physically stuck in the room.

As far as angles go, it’s not the best, but three active cameras provide decent coverage. Wonder Woman is talking quietly and fiercely about recovery efforts in an area they fought in recently, and J’onn looks attentive. Flash and Green Lantern are both writing furiously and it’s not clear whether they are taking notes or doing something else. Superman is adding thoughts as they go but Batman is quiet. Unless they require input or redirection, his preference is to stay out of it.

So, when the topic transitions to the details of upcoming Watchtower shift schedules– something he has an actual interest in arranging– he opens his mouth to interject.

Unfortunately, it is the same moment that shockingly loud notes of Indian pop music surge from speakers across the Cave. The shocked expressions of the JLA make it abundantly clear that Batman, for all his speed, did not manage to hit the mute button in time.

“Dev!” Batman turns and shouts. He’d known Kiran Devabhaktuni was back in the medical bay working on something, but assumed Dev was aware there was a meeting going on.

But it is not Dev at the medbay that greets him when he twists in the chair. It is Dick Grayson and Dev on the workout mats, dancing.

“What?” Dick yells over the music, without stopping. They’re coordinating movements in what Bruce guesses is a Bollywood dance but he’s not certain.

“Turn it off,” Bruce orders in a yell. “I’m in a meeting!” He’s angled his body to make sure the JLA can’t see anything but the back of the cowl. Unfortunately, this also means his chair is turned to give them almost a perfect line of sight to the dancing. He sneaks a sidelong glance at the feed. The meeting is completely silent and every eye is directed at the screen. He stifles a sigh.

“Did you,” Dick pauses in his yell as he spins, “put it on,” another pause is punctuated by motion, “the whiteboard schedule?”

Dev is very pointedly avoiding anything approximating eye contact but he’s grinning madly.

“It’s my cave!” Bruce protests, feeling like a petulant child. “I shouldn’t have to!”

He is aware there is a whiteboard on the far wall, but aside from using it for specific mission work he largely ignores it. The minor details of sparring plans or vehicle upgrades tend to rarely get in his way or conflict with his schedule. He glances at it now and can just barely make out the large scrawl in blue marker on the date box: DANCE PARTY, KD & DG @ 7PM.

Bruce’s eyes narrow under the cowl.

He could stand up and find the power button for the stereo but there’s little certainty that this would prevent Dick from immediately restarting the music. Dev alone would possibly be easy to reason with, even if he is in the mood to be a bit of an ass, but combined with Dick is a dangerous pairing. The last thing Bruce wants is for this to turn into an actual argument with Dick in front of the JLA.

The only alternatives are abruptly leaving the meeting or unmuting the feed long enough to try to provide brief details over the music.

“Should we come join?” Clark asks as soon as he turns back to the computer and activates the audio again. “It looks like fun.”

If it was anyone else, they might smirk. But Clark is sincerity itself, even if Bruce knows or suspects that deep down the man is thoroughly amused.

“Yes!” Dick shouts from behind.

“No,” Bruce says at the same time, in a level tone. “I’m coming up there.”

“Bring Dev!” Barry demands before Bruce turns the entire monitor off. Bruce freezes.

“What.”

“We were talking,” Barry says, perhaps more loudly than he needs to. Bruce doesn’t know how noisy the music seems on their end. Barry pauses like he’s waiting for Bruce to fish for information but Bruce remains silent. “J’onn and I, I mean,” Barry continues. “What happens if there’s some kind of emergency and Dev doesn’t know his way around up here? Or he’s not used to teleportation?”

“Nobody gets used to teleportation,” Bruce says stiffly, but he is forced to acknowledge that they are decent points. He considers, without looking back at Dev and Dick dancing, and then decides.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he says, and then he ends the feed and shuts the monitor down.

The music is still blaring when he stands.

“Dev,” he calls over the noise. “We’re going to the Tower.”

And it is a small consolation that he has the satisfaction of watching the other man suddenly stumble out of a dance step.

“What? Right now?”

Dick shoots Bruce a glare and sprints across the mats to turn the music off, plunging the cave into silence.

“You just have to have the last word, don’t you?” Dick accuses. He’s not even breathing hard.

Dev, on the other hand, is trying to catch his breath and he gives Dick a torn, conflicted look.

“I can stay, mate,” he says. “We’d scheduled it weeks ago.”

“No,” Dick says, shaking his head. Bruce is relieved that he sounds more wryly amused than bitter. “It’s fine. Go. We can do it again later.”

“Uh,” Dev says, looking to Bruce now. Bruce has still not taken off his cowl. “What do I need?”

“Nothing,” Bruce says, going to the vault for a teleportation remote. He spins the dial and tugs the heavy door open and hunts on the shelves of the outer room.

“Should I take Damian out tonight?” Dick asks from the mats. “How long are you going to be up there?”

“Take him out,” Bruce says, pushing the door closed again. “I’ll find you out there if I come back in time. Dev, stand right here.”

“The bloody fuck I will,” Dev says warily, hanging back a few steps and eyeing the small device. “You’ll thoroughly explain that first and give the success rate, in percentages.”

Bruce is a focused man and there’s a meeting waiting, but he can also appreciate caution and a need to understand. While he often uses tech without thinking much about it, he is not so desensitized to be occasionally aware of how profoundly strange it is.

“It’s alien,” Bruce says. “I’ve taken one apart before but I still can’t figure out quite how it works. The success rate is 99.2%.”

Dev raises an alarmed eyebrow.

“99.2 isn’t promising when it’s a human body, mate.”

“I’m giving you a hard time,” Bruce says, feeling like he’s somehow evened whatever score has resulted from the dancing interruption. “In our history of usage, in normal conditions we’ve never had one fail or demonstrate error. Are you coming?”

There’s a long pause while Dev stares at the device.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters. “Yes.”

“You might feel sick,” Bruce warns. “It sometimes has that effect.”

“Don’t try to talk me out of it now,” Dev pleads. “Just get it over with.”

Two seconds later, they’re on the Tower.

***

Kiran Devabhaktuni thought he was braced for whatever was about to happen, but it is clear almost immediately that he was not. One second, he was standing next to Batman in the Cave.

The exact same second, he is giving in to his body’s visceral need to bend forward and brace himself, palms against knees, in a room with curved gray walls.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, swallowing bile. It didn’t feel like moving or traveling. There was a hazy flash of dissonant color and then he is simply somewhere else, with his insides all wrong. He wonders distantly if the process disrupts cellular motion, even if by parts of micromillimeters.

“Give it a minute,” Batman orders from beside him. Dev is grateful the other man does not sound amused or dismissive.

When Dev manages to stand, Batman leads him out of the room they’ve landed in, saying, “I have a meeting to finish.”

There’s a note of reproach in Batman’s tone but Dev is too queasy and too overwhelmed to feel bad about it.

“I’ll take you to the medbay. It should be empty right now, and you can explore from there.”

“What?” Dev exclaims, lengthening his stride for two steps to catch up. “Alone, mate?”

“If you posed a threat,” Batman said, his jaw tight, “you wouldn’t be here. If a door is locked, leave it alone. If it isn’t locked, then you can go in.”

“Alright,” Dev says, slowing abruptly as they enter a hallway lined with windows. Outside the windows is space, and earth below them.

“Dev,” Batman says and Dev doesn’t budge. His gaze is pulled to the spacescape like a magnet and he can’t tear himself away.

“We’re in space,” Dev says hollowly. “Sodding space.”

“Yes,” Batman confirms.

Dev looks down– a bit stupidly, he realizes– at his Converse trainers on the sleek hallway floor.

“We’re not standing on earth, mate,” he says.

“No,” Batman agrees.

Dev shakes his head to clear it and glances again at the glittering black expanse, the orb of green and blue and white below. On top of his queasiness, he feels the familiar lurch of a rebellion against heights even though that’s not technically a proper reaction, physically speaking.

“Right, then,” he says to Batman. “Lead on.”

They walk further along a curved corridor and then Batman presses a button in a wall panel and doors slide open to reveal a medical unit that looks rather like an emergency department combined with an operating room.

“I’ll be back as soon as I finish the meeting,” Batman says, standing on the threshold as Dev steps in. “The elevator is two more doors down. All the rooms have intercoms.”

Dev nods, surveying the line of cabinets. The most marked difference between this and the emergency departments he’s accustomed to is the absence of cheery or plain-language posters about patient rights and pain medication refills.

The doors hiss again as they close and Dev is alone in the room. Wayne hadn’t specified but Dev feels it was rather implied that the visit isn’t entirely recreational. At the very least, he ought to explore the unit and he’s rather grateful he’s alone to do so.

It means nobody is around to see his eyes widen and hear the half-strangled gasp, cutting off a startled swear, that escapes him when he spots the thing that must be the body scanner Wayne R&D has been trying to replicate, without much success.

Before Dev can even question whether or not he should touch it, he’s searching it over for a power button. When he finds something that might be it, there’s a moment of hesitation but he barrels right past it and presses.

The thing comes to life with a faint yellow glow and a pleasant, tiny hum. It’s ridiculously maneuverable and light and Dev nearly forgets that he’s in space it’s such a distracting piece of tech.

He scans his own wrist with a faintly surreal sense of awe, feeling more like he’s stepped into one of Timothy’s sci-fi films. It seems more mentally manageable in the context of fiction. For a moment, he squints at a thin line across the bone before he realizes the machine is sensitive enough to show scar from an old fracture.

After several more minutes, he reluctantly pulls himself away and looks around the room. If part of the reason he’s there is to be prepared for future emergencies, he shouldn’t waste his time.

With a grin, Dev starts exploring.

***

Bruce is beyond done. He had known this would happen if he came up to the Watchtower and sometimes he hates being right.

Their discussion about schedules, which should have taken twenty minutes at the very most, has stretched into over an hour with interjections and side notes and questions and thoughts.

He gets the vague sense that they’re doing it intentionally, Hal and Barry, to see how far they can push him. He wishes Arthur was here so instead of sitting motionless while he swallowed a sigh, he could at least let the king’s patience wear thin enough to cut things short with a rant about the effectiveness of edicts.

Clark is too nice. He’s always been too nice. He honestly looks like he’s even enjoying everyone talking, and J’onn could be there or he could be carefully tracking conversation with his eyes while his mind is light years away. It’s hard to tell. Bruce wonders idly if he’s talking to Dev.

Usually, Diana might be useful in curtailing a waste of time, but as one of the primary complaints was hers, she’s clearly unwilling to drop things until it’s addressed to her satisfaction.

There’s a soft crackle as the intercom in the room clicks on. The table falls silent in an instant.

“Mate,” Dev’s voice carries through the speaker. “Um. I might be, well, I might be about to die.”

In the background, there’s the blaring warning that precedes an airlock door opening. Bruce is already sitting ramrod straight but he flicks a monitor panel on the table to life.

Dev’s face appears onscreen in the feed for the hangar. He looks slightly worried, but mostly angry.

And Bruce knows from experience that means probably terrified.

“What happened?” Bruce asks, flicking through the manual override commands.

At the same time, Barry exclaims, “You brought him? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I was trying to leave the bloody room after the doors shut on their own,” Dev says.

Bruce cancels the airlock door process and the alarms die off. He can see the faint slump of relief in Dev’s shoulders.

“You pushed the red button,” Bruce says. “Why would you push a red button.”

“Bloody hell, it’s not my fault they’ve not been fucking labeled!” Dev retorts. “Red means exit!”

There’s a long pause and then the other man puts a hand over his eyes.

“I see where I might have gone wrong, then,” he says.

“You aren’t technically incorrect,” Bruce replies, feeling mildly guilty for leaving Dev on his own for so long. His irritation turns almost immediately outward toward the League, who apparently can’t manage a conversation about shifts without it being an Event.

“Don’t sodding patronize me,” Dev says with a sigh.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” Barry says again, already on his feet. “We’re done here, right?”

“Hiya, Dev!” Clark calls cheerfully. When Bruce glances up, there’s just the slightest telltale crease of concern in the alien’s brow.

Oh, great. This is going to turn into worried Checking Up On and Stern Talking, from Clark Kent.

In the video feed, Dev’s face goes ashy gray and his eyes widen.

“Did the entire League just hear all that, mate?” he asks flatly.

Bruce nods.

“Shite,” Dev says under his breath. He adds a half second later, in a much clearer tone, a rather resigned and forced, “Hullo, Superman.”

Bruce remotely opens the hangar doors to the hallway and says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Before Dev steps out of frame, there’s a flicker of red and Barry is standing next to him, talking rapidly.

Again, Bruce swallows the desire to sigh.

***

Before Wayne reaches them, Dev’s already been joined by the Flash and Superman and led to something like a common area backed by a cafeteria or kitchen of some sort.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us he’d brought you,” Flash says for the fifth time. “Hal’s never going to let him live this down.”

It’s not particularly reassuring to Dev, who had been having a fairly good time exploring on his own until the Incident.

“How’ve you been?” Superman asks, and because he’s not wearing a mask like the Flash or Wayne, it’s a lot harder to not just think of him as Clark.

“Eh,” Dev says, fighting the creeping blush when it occurs to him that not only did they overhear the entire airlock fiasco, but also saw him dancing with Dick Grayson not two hours ago. “I’ve been well. You?”

“Great,” Clark says, with an easy smile. “But you still owe me a round of BS.”

“The card game?” the Flash asks, his tone rising in surprise.

“He means Bullshit, but he won’t say it,” Dev replies, feeling slightly more at ease. He doesn’t even care that Clark probably did it on purpose.

“I will!” Clark insists. “But my Ma was there the last time we played.”

“You wouldn’t just now,” Dev says, fighting a smirk.

Clark shrugs in resignation.

“Still. You owe me a round,” he says, turning to peer into the dim kitchen. “I wonder if we have cards up here. Does Hal have cards?”

“Why would Hal have cards?” Flash asks, frowning.

“Of course I have cards,” Green Lantern says in a scoffing tone, coming into the room with Wayne and J’onn. “Why?”

“We’re playing BS, apparently,” Flash answers.

“You came all the way to space to play Bullshit,” Wayne asks. He sounds unamused but Dev can hear the undercurrent and see the slight twitch in one corner of the man’s mouth.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, mate, but space is really boring. It’s full of literally nothing,” Dev answers. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind exploring the Tower a bit more but he figures he should wait and distract himself until it’s easier to keep his fingers from trembling.

“This is your first time up here, isn’t it?” Green Lantern asks. “Buddy, space is full of stuff.”

“Statistically, it’s more full of nothing,” Dev says stubbornly. Somehow arguing is making him feel less stupid.

“It’s full of planets,” Flash says.

“But if it’s a planet, does it count as space?” Dev asks. There are times he could kick himself for being an arse but he’s mostly just glad it’s keeping people from talking about airlocks. “I mean, not many stand about on earth talking about being in space.”

“Space is a vast emptiness,” J’onn says calmly, and Dev debates reaching out to the alien but feels like his mind would be too much wordless shrieking at the moment.

“I’m going to go find some cards,” Clark announces. “And Diana. She’d like this game.”

“I said I have some,” Green Lantern says, going with him. “Somewhere in my room.”

“I’m finding snacks,” Flash says. “We really need to start having food at those meetings.”

“Are you alright?” Wayne asks quietly when Flash disappears into the kitchen.

“You mean have I recovered from being a bloody wanker?” Dev asks a little bitterly. “Nearly. I’m sodding desperate for a cuppa, but I’ll live. Do we need to go?”

“Do you want to?” Wayne asks, with a slight frown.

“Not especially,” Dev shrugs. “But patrol.”

“Nightwing will take Robin out,” Wayne says. “I have some things I should look over with J’onn if I’m here.”

“Cheers, then,” Dev says.

“Are you abandoning him again?” Flash demands, sticking his head through a service window.

“He isn’t a child,” Wayne answers.

“I’m bloody fine,” Dev says. “And I’m not in the mood to lose a card game by default.”

Flash ducks back and then almost immediately reappears again.

“Wait. You’ve played games with Batman. Like actual games.”

“Our favorite is Candyland,” Dev says before he even thinks twice about what he’s saying. It’s the sort of thing he might say to make Timothy angry when talking to Jason. He figures he might as well run with it. “But he gets grumpy if we don’t have the matching sweets.”

The exposed part of Flash’s face pales.

“My favorite is black licorice,” Wayne says evenly from just behind Dev.

Flash’s mouth sets in a flat line.

“Of course it is,” he answers, sounding disgusted.

“Is this an American game?” J’onn asks.

“I’ll tell you about it,” Wayne says, heading out of the room.

It was a joke, Dev thinks before the doors close.

I was nearly certain this was the case. J’onn replies. Have you been enjoying the Tower? I am told it is an unusual experience.

It’s been bloody brilliant. The Medbay alone is a marvel. Not to mention space. I’m nearly sick thinking about it, it’s so massive.

There’s a flash of Wayne’s tense expression in Dev’s mind, like a flicker of remembering something suddenly.

I am glad you have found it satisfactory. Do you know why our interactions make Batman uncomfortable? Is there some protocol of etiquette I am breeching?

No, mate, he’s just mental.

That seems harsh but oddly fitting. Is this something I should refrain from telling him?

Don’t bother. I will. I’ve not in a bit and it’s overdue.

If you do not mind my observing it, you and Batman’s family convey respect or admiration in…confusing ways.

“Dev, are you hungry?” Dev is pulled out of his thoughts by Flash leaning through the window again. “I don’t know what you like.”

Enjoy your game, Kiran Devabhaktuni.

Tell Wayne I said I’m not miffed, if you would.

Very well.

“Not particularly,” Dev answers Flash. He’s mostly finally over his initial teleportation queasiness and hasn’t really registered hunger in its wake.

“Hm,” Flash says skeptically. He emerges from the kitchen with his arms full of a various assortment of bags and containers. “If you change your mind, we can probably find you something.”

“Are those J’onn’s Oreos?” Dev asks when Flash dumps it all on a table.

Flash looks just slightly guilty.

“Not all of them,” he says.

“We found cards,” Clark says, coming back into the room trailed by his cape and Green Lantern. Wonder Woman is only a few steps behind them. “I started to explain the game to Diana, but she said she’s played before.”

“It’s called Cheat,” she adds archly, taking a seat at the table. “If I agree to play, we will call it by the correct name.”

“Thank you,” Dev says, pulling out another chair while internally slowly building to a panic again. He’s about to sit and play cards with the Justice League. In space. “I’ve told them that and it would have spared Superman the humiliation, but some of Batman’s sons like the excuse to shout ‘bullshit’ at each other.”

“They need an excuse?” Wonder Woman asks with a crooked grin.

“Not much,” Clark says wryly, sitting down.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Dev says. “Pass the crisps.”

Flash tilts the open bag toward him and Dev takes a handful.

“So, who’s actually good at this game?” Green Lantern asks, looking around the table. Green, almost transparent and overlarge hands shuffle the deck of cards and then, ghostlike, deal them out. “I mean, Supes isn’t, of course, but, who else?”

“Why does everyone say that?” Clark protests with a wounded frown. “I’m the only one here who keeps a secret identity without a damn mask.”

“Damn,” Flash echoes. “Hal, you made him angry.”

“He’s not that bad,” Dev says defensively, feeling like he owes Clark that much at least.

“Thanks, Dev,” Clark mutters.

“I am excellent at this game,” Wonder Woman says. She pauses. “J’onn is not playing, is he?”

“He’s off with Bats,” Flash answers.

“Good,” she says. “Then I am excellent at this game.”

“I’m better with the mask,” Flash says with a slight shrug. “But I’m keeping it as my handicap.”

“It’s not golf, Barry,” Hal says. “You don’t get a handicap.”

“Are you taking yours off?” Flash counters, with a mouthful of crisps.

Dev drinks in every word and motion, trying to chew his own handful of crisps as unobtrusively as possible.

Instead of answering Flash, Green Lantern looks at Dev.

“What about you?”

“I’m not assessing myself in a room of supers,” Dev says, slightly alarmed by the prospect. “If I’m bloody awful, I’ll not have the added humiliation of saying otherwise first.”

“Don’t listen to him. He’s almost as good as Batman,” Clark says, picking up his cards.

Dev glares at him, unable to tell if Clark is trying to be nice or trying to throw the others off or both.

By the third round, Clark’s nearly won and Wonder Woman is looking more and more annoyed.

“Bullshit,” Green Lantern says furiously to Clark when they go around again.

“I thought we were calling it Cheat,” Flash says, studying his cards.

“We are,” Green Lantern says. “I’m not saying it as part of the game. I’m just saying bullshit. I think he’s cheating somehow.”

“Why wouldn’t you say cheat, then?” Dev asks, taking an Oreo and making a mental note to apologize to J’onn later. His hands are no longer on the verge of trembling and he glances toward the curved window that looks out on space. His stomach doesn’t completely flip this time.

“I’m not stupid,” Green Lantern bites back. “You are cheating though, Kal, aren’t you?”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me,” Clark answers with a pleased grin. “But I’ll sit out the next round if you feel like it’s fair.”

“Cheat,” Dev says, pulling his gaze away from space.

“Crap,” Clark mutters, turning over his card. He scoops up the handful. “How’d you know?”

“I asked J’onn,” Dev says, though he didn’t. Wonder Woman makes a noise of irritation and snaps her spread of cards shut. She studies Dev and then relaxes again.

“Hm,” is all she says.

“Do we have anything to drink?” Green Lantern asks.

“Maybe,” Flash says. “I’ll check.”

“No,” Clark says. “I will. I’m already behind again.”

The game pauses when he leaves the table and Dev takes the crisps Flash offers again. They’re vinegar flavored and fairly good.

“So, what have you seen?” Flash asks. “We’ll take a tour and fill the gaps after.”

“The medbay and the hangar,” Dev says. “That was as far as I got.”

“Well, we’re done then,” Green Lantern says, leaning over and looking at Flash’s cards. “We’ve got too much to go see. I can’t believe he just left you.”

“Are we not finishing the game?” Wonder Woman asks, frowning.

“I guess not,” Flash says, dropping his cards.

“We’ve got milk and canned tea,” Clark says from the kitchen.

“Milk? Who the hell drinks milk?” Green Lantern asks, twisting in his seat.

“I think it’s for the Oreos,” Flash says. “Does the tea have lemon in it?”

“I didn’t check,” Clark says from the dim room. “Did you say we were done with the game?”

“It’s probably got lemon,” Flash says, making a face. He stands and stretches. “We’re giving Dev an official tour.”

“I’ll come,” Clark says. “Hal, you’re on your own for drinks.”

“I’ve got coffee in my room,” Green Lantern says, gathering the cards. “I’ll make some later.”

“Sometime, we will finish a game,” Wonder Woman says, handing over her two cards. “But I, too, will come along for a tour. Someone should be there to provide accurate information.”

Dev grins at the self-satisfied look she has when Green Lantern and Flash immediately begin good-naturedly arguing with her and each other in reaction.

And even though he didn’t mind being on his own earlier, it’s brilliant to explore with bickering tour guides and less danger of pressing the wrong button. By the time they make a full circuit of the public rooms and a few of the private ones, Dev isn’t sure what’s more mind-blowing– the fact that he’s in space or that he’s chatting easily with the League.

They find Batman and J’onn in a room full of communication equipment, and neither of them seem surprised to see the group.

“We need to go soon,” Wayne says, glancing at them. “But I can show you anything they skipped.”

“We didn’t skip anything,” Clark says stubbornly. “We saw everything that matters.”

“The Kitchen?” Wayne asks.

By the way he says it, Dev surmises he does not mean the cafeteria room.

“Eh,” Flash hedges. “It’s not that exciting. More like work.”

“I’ll show you the Kitchen. Then we should go,” Wayne says, standing. “Contact me if we missed anything, J’onn.”

“Of course,” J’onn says.

“How did it go?” Wayne asks Dev when the others have said farewells and they’re in the corridor alone.

“Well, I think,” Dev answers. Now, at the end of it, he’s almost too wired to process much. “Thank you, by the way. For bringing me along.”

He does not say how much he had hoped he’d get to see the Tower someday; he doesn’t think he needs to.

“It’s a wise tactical decision,” Wayne says, and Dev understands there are also things Wayne isn’t saying but means nonetheless. There’s a faint smile beneath the cowl and his voice softens a little. “And you’re going to like the Kitchen. We use it for training, but it’s essentially a holodeck.”

They ride a lift down and walk more of a corridor and Dev is starting to feel genuinely hungry and actually desperate for a cup of tea. He’d not planned on doing so much walking about.

When they stop outside a door, Wayne hesitates.

“Don’t talk to J’onn while we’re inside,” he says.

“Sure, mate,” Dev agrees.

Wayne taps on a panel with gloved fingers and then the door slides open and they step into a massive grey room with a rounded ceiling.

There’s another computer set into the wall and Wayne presses another series of buttons and Dev nearly yelps when the entire room changes around them.

Instead of a grey room, he’s standing on a grassy knoll looking over a familiar river out across a familiar skyline.

It’s Gotham, but the entire city is quiet and there’s no movement. The buildings are in good repair and the southside docks have been rebuilt where they were sinking in; the pocket of sagging Section 8 apartment buildings just to the left of the Park Row divide are new and have rooftop community gardens Dev can make out even from where he stands. There’s sunlight over the distant bay.

And while taking it all in, he realizes that the city doesn’t feel dead and empty in the least. It looks and feels for all the world like it’s a tended home, just waiting for the return of life, like a summer cottage kept with cloth tarps on the furniture.

Dev glances sidelong at Wayne, who has pulled back his cowl for the first time Dev’s seen all night. The other man’s attention is fixed on the city.

“This room is for combat training,” he says.

“They don’t know about this one,” Dev guesses, bewildered still by how real it seems.

Wayne shakes his head.

“No.”

“You could do bloody anything, then,” Dev says, watching Wayne’s face now. “Why this?”

“This is what she could be like,” Wayne answers. He sounds certain, more determined than hopeful. “She could be a beautiful city again. A good place to live.”

Dev surveys Gotham again.

“It’s already getting better,” he ventures, not really sure if this is what Wayne wants or needs to hear. “It’s not as bad off as it was when I first arrived.”

“Good,” Wayne says. “It should be better. There are other programs we can see, but I wanted to show you this one. In case you needed to see it.”

Dev turns slowly on the grass. Behind where they stand, he can make out the Manor roof and some of the property. Further inland and north, the scraggly pines and slopes that make up Vernon State Park loom tall.

“It’s mental that we’ve come to space and still end up looking at home,” Dev says, swiveling back and meeting Wayne’s gaze.

“Space hates us,” Wayne says, a little grumpily, Dev thinks. “I’m sorry about the airlock. Ready?”

Dev nods.

***

When they materialize instantly in the Cave nearly an hour later, Bruce gives Dev a moment to collect himself. He does not admit how much his own stomach churns.

After he’s certain Dev is steady on his feet and not going to topple over, Bruce strides over to the computer and connects the comm.

“O. How is everyone?”

“Quiet night, B.”

“Tell Nightwing to bring Robin home by one. I’m not going out tonight.”

“Will do,” Oracle says cheerfully.

Bruce turns back to Dev and takes his cowl off.

“I’m sodding exhausted,” Dev says. “And I was peckish until that jump.”

“I think we owe you a cup of tea,” Bruce answers. “Let me get out of this suit.”

“A cuppa is all I’ve ever wanted.” Dev runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Bloody hell, but that was fun.”

[the-backspin-alchemist]

20 21 25 and 35 for Kira Luna and Jax :D

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

Luna would jump for joy at the fact that there’s no magic, unless she finds out that she hasn’t been brought down to normal, in which case she’d be TERRIFIED because the chance of her accidentally harming someone with her lunar powers just went through the ROOF.

Kira would be like “Wait, humans have a culture here?” and then find out we’re the only ones that ever existed on this planet and her head would, like, short-circuit for a while before she tries to acclimate.

Jax is Jax. He’d just try to find some forest to go live in again so he can be in peace.

21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

Luna has a pretty bad case of PTSD from having her father attack her (and her subsequent accidentally vaporizing him). Ciar was also…not a nice father. So she kinda feels like she’s made of glass, but if she breaks, people die due to the crazy magical lunar power contained inside her. So she’s very much caught between a rock and a hard place. She also really, really does not like being touched (there are a few exceptions, but those exceptions are only becuase she trusts the people that are said exceptions).

Jax has a plethora of issues as well. Guilt over his time in the military under Ciar (mind you, this was coerced, but he still feels guilt over the fact that he didn’t try to run away and join the resistance until they’d already had a plan in place. Luna killing Ciar by accident and making that plan moot doesn’t help things). As a result, he pushes himself REALLY hard, and this means he comes off as a real hardass to a lot of people.

Kira probably has it the best out of the main characters of Dragon’s Fang (if she doesn’t, Andrill does, but they’re both pretty well off in comparison to Jax and Luna). Her one main backstory issue was being trained as a personal assassin for a corrupt human politician under the guise of being trained as what was essentially military special forces. She’s also got the occasional meditation-triggers-flashes-of-the-vision-from-the-Obelisk thing, but that’s not really a bad thing. Her main issue is when people get in her way or don’t let her do stuff her own way, and she doesn’t like being treated as a pawn (this put her and Jax at each other’s throats pretty early on, but they learned to work with each other pretty quickly).

25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

Well, Dragon’s Fang is basically the setting that my DnD characters go after their campaign dies (although Kira’s first failed to get off the ground, and then my friend @punkpuppydragon started another Cypher campaign in Gods of the Fall and I started running Kira again because I really really wanted to run Kira). Jax, Andrill, and Kira were all different characters for different tabletop RPG settings (Kira was Numenera initially and is now a Gods of the Fall character I’m running, Andrill was from an old Pathfinder campaign, and Jax was from a short-lived DnD 5e campaign.)

The major exception is Luna, who initially started off as a shameless ripoff of a character of the same name in a certain equine cartoon, because I felt a very vague setting needed some cosmically powerful characters (her sister Celeste shares the same origin, although Asimmon Jarro and Thraxiphar do not since I didn’t know what their cosmic powers were until way later on down the line). All I really did was make her a dragonkin, and that was about it. Then I did some more world-building and gave her a backstory, and she changed IMMENSELY almost overnight into what she is now. Then the Dragon’s Fang story came into being (or at the very least I started planning it) and she evolved even further.

35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Luna is a very anxious person a lot of the time. She has this really bad tendency of caring for everything while also thinking she’ll accidentally lose control of her cosmic power and destroy everything, so she’s often got this idea that she’s the bull in the china shop that is the world.

Kira has a very interesting relationship with the world, in that she had a glimpse into the very heart of the universe when she interacted with the Obelisk that gave her gravity powers. So she’s not necessarily imaginative so much as she’s able to see far more connections between everything than any ordinary person would possibly be able to think of.

Jax is a soldier. Everything has to have a plan, even if that plan won’t survive two seconds on contact with the enemy. To him, if we didn’t have structure, we’d be little more than beasts. Which on one hand, makes him an incredibly disciplined person. On the other hand, it makes him very difficult to be around sometimes.

[babyjinxx]

Homestuck-themed Ask

1: How long have you been a Homestuck?

2: Your Patron Troll

3: Which panel was the last one that Homestuck was updated to when you finished reading it for the first time?

4: Favorite Music Track

5: Favorite Flash

6: Favorite Kid (Beta & Alpha)

7: Favorite Troll

8: Favorite Other Character (Doc Scratch, Spades Slick, The Dolorosa, Davesprite, etc.)

9: What's your Fetch Modus?

10: Strife Specibus allocations?

11: What's your Title (X of Y; example Heir of Breath)?

12: Prospit or Derse?

13: Midnight Crew or Felt?

14: Which Land is you favorite (canon lands)?

15: Bing Crosbytop or Bill Cosbytop?

16: What's your favorite part about SBURB? (The enemies, alchemization, the consorts, etc.)

17: Got any Homestuck merchandise?

18: Cosplays?

19: Fancharacters?

20: Fanfiction?

21: Fanart?

22: Could you give Hussie directions to Olive Garden?

23: No, but could you give Hussie directions to an actual Italian restaurant?

24: Have a favorite AU?

25: Have a favorite crossover?

26: Least favorite thing about Homestuck (in general)

27: Most favorite thing about Homestuck (in general)

28: Least favorite character

29: Favorite page?

30: Favorite Homestuckism? (Who's this douchebag, Already here, acrobatic fucking pirouette, etc.)

31: Sweet Bro, Hella Jeff, or Geromy?

32: 8^y

[oreganotheonly]

Homestuck-themed Ask

1: How long have you been a Homestuck?

2: Your Patron Troll

3: Which panel was the last one that Homestuck was updated to when you finished reading it for the first time?

4: Favorite Music Track

5: Favorite Flash

6: Favorite Kid (Beta & Alpha)

7: Favorite Troll

8: Favorite Other Character (Doc Scratch, Spades Slick, The Dolorosa, Davesprite, etc.)

9: What's your Fetch Modus?

10: Strife Specibus allocations?

11: What's your Title (X of Y; example Heir of Breath)?

12: Prospit or Derse?

13: Midnight Crew or Felt?

14: Which Land is you favorite (canon lands)?

15: Bing Crosbytop or Bill Cosbytop?

16: What's your favorite part about SBURB? (The enemies, alchemization, the consorts, etc.)

17: Got any Homestuck merchandise?

18: Cosplays?

19: Fancharacters?

20: Fanfiction?

21: Fanart?

22: Could you give Hussie directions to Olive Garden?

23: No, but could you give Hussie directions to an actual Italian restaurant?

24: Have a favorite AU?

25: Have a favorite crossover?

26: Least favorite thing about Homestuck (in general)

27: Most favorite thing about Homestuck (in general)

28: Least favorite character

29: Favorite page?

30: Favorite Homestuckism? (Who's this douchebag, Already here, acrobatic fucking pirouette, etc.)

31: Sweet Bro, Hella Jeff, or Geromy?

32: 8^y