#jetpack? jet...boots?

[musubiki]

i wanna give the m-34th some kind of flight function. i feel like they would need a flight function to combat the witches broomstick thing

[jr-verse]

Giving myself a BOOST!

A jetpack and jet boots.

[little-pondhead]

Day 20: Pitch Bible AU

I had a lot of fun with this :)

[Quotes from the pitch bible and personal headcanons are below the cut.]

Link to pitch bible

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Pitch!Danny

"The kid with the nerdy, freaky parents. The kid who's afraid of his own shadow."

"Shy, quiet, stumbling and nervous - but always with a smile and a wink to his friends and the camera."

(Page 7)

Danny's death mark looks more like a burn scar rather than Lichtenberg figures. Everyone assumes he was in a fire whenever the trio talks about the Accident. The Fentons back this up since the true events cause an electrical fire in the lab.

He was only bullied about his scars once. Danny burst out crying on the spot, and no one has said anything since. He carries around a homemade balm to soothe the scars when he gets phantom pains.

His death mark extends into his hair and one of his eyes. He now has heterochromia as both Danny and Phantom, as the affected eye's iris was darkened, and a starburst pattern appeared. (inspired by this)

His overall eyesight was also affected, and he now wears reading glasses as a human. Danny frequently loses them, so his friends bought him a used eyeglass chain from a yard sale. The eyeglass chain is made of rainbow beads, and the spirit of the previous owner is attached to it.

Danny took up knitting soon after the Accident to help retrain his fine motor skills and concentration. He's quite good at it, and he made a sweater based on Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Frequently has ectoplasm stains on his clothes from either ghost fights or helping his parents in their lab. Most people think it's paint.

Phantom is invisible to most people (including himself when he looks in mortal mirrors.) He keeps it that way as much as possible, as his appearance is quite inhuman. Danny hates the uncanny valley feeling he causes wherever he goes. Even his friends had to work to get past the instinct to run when he showed himself. He has no pupils, but his death mark remains.

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Pitch!Tucker

"Tucker uses the gadgets that Danny has gotten for him by raiding Mom and Dad's lab: The goggles that let him see ghosts, the backpack that lets him capture them, and the occasional random jet back that Dad was saving for a rainy day."

(Page 17)

Tallest of the trio, even with Sam's boots giving her an inch. Took track and field in middle school, so he's also the most physically fit, even if it's just by a little. Tucker is also the most reckless of the three and carries a first aid kit around for both him and Danny.

Bit of an adrenaline junkie, even if he won't admit it. Red Bull is his go-to over coffee and tea, which both Sam and Danny insist is bad for him. He's always hungry from sharing his meals with Danny, who cannot cook at home.

Tucker was forced to stop wearing his hats in middle school, but he hated his hair at the time, so he dyed it blonde and fried it straight to 'fit in better.' Sam and Danny have yelled at him for it, and he's slowly learning to appreciate his natural hair. (He still wants to keep dying it for a few more years, however. Red is the next color on his list!)

Takes dual courses at the Amity Park Community College in computer science. Became a top student quickly. He uses this knowledge to help Danny tinker with his parents' inventions and computers. (Which is difficult, given their backgrounds.)

Has a form of synesthesia called 'chromesthesia,' which means he sees colors and patterns when he hears sounds. His favorite color pattern is the sound of leaves rustling in autumn since it makes pretty yellow, orange, and red swirls. He turns the most memorable sounds into tie-dye t-shirts.

Tucker uses his 'liberated' Fenton tech all the time. Aside from ghost fights, he will 100% use the jetpack to get to school when he's late or use an extendable arm to hold a drink when he's busy. It drives Danny nuts because he has to recharge the backpack more, but when it comes down to it, he doesn't really mind. After all, Tucker is the one jailbreaking all their equipment.

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Pitch!Sam

"A Goth Janeane Garofalo-type that hides her good looks behind baggy clothes, she is an encyclopedia of conspiracy theories and paranormal activity…a cute girl who loves all things geek!"

(Page 17)

Sam is the most serious of the three and is suspicious of everything. Her parents raised her as a rich elite; nothing comes for free in that type of life. She practically lives in the secondary suite that belonged to her grandmother Ida, tending to the greenhouse and library there.

Her favorite color is purple, and she raises Purple Emperor butterflies in the greenhouse in an attempt to increase their population, despite her location. She raises other butterflies and insects as well, but the Purple Emperors are her pride and joy. She wears purple butterfly charms in honor of them.

She has a bigger library than the high school, with books on topics Danny and Tucker have never heard of. During a ghost-induced power outage, they went to Sam and her library to perform an "ancient form of Googling." She did not appreciate that joke.

Cuts and dyes her hair herself, and bothers the boys about proper self care. She even has a little notebook in her pocket that lists reminders, dates, and observations she wants to look back on later. (For example, it reminds her when Danny is supposed to take his medicine, since his memory sucks now.)

Sam researches the paranormal almost obsessively, especially since she gains that psychic link with Danny. She wants to understand it, how it works, and why it happened. (She isn’t aware the ‘get better’ kiss was the cause.)

The random feelings and visions have increased her anxiety tenfold. Tucker jokes that she’s Batman now, since Sam has used her money to create a hundred different backup plans for everything she could think of, including hidden emergency packs all over town.

Once curb-stomped a grown man, as a child, on the day of Grandma Ida’s funeral because he was bragging about influencing the final will in his favor. She brings this energy to any fight she’s capable of participating in, and ghosts have learned to give her a wide berth. Locals just think she’s nuts.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

A little doodle before I go to sleep!! It's a concept of an aerial tf2 map where everyone uses jetpacks/jet boots (??) to fly around during battle. That is all for my TED talk today, thank you for listening.

[artatruc]

I just watched the first episodes of the new Devil may cry anime and here's my live reaction to the episodes if you want to hear me ramble about my favorite franchise as i descend into madness (it's not that bad actually from the 2 episodes i've seen)

Episode 1

-Too much exposition

-Why is there politicians in my demon hunting show

-When you're happy we're finally getting a Dante centered thing because it's been a while and they hit you with random politicians talking for 30 minutes and 2 to 3 minutes of dante

-Loving my 2 minutes of Dante though

-TOO MUCH EXPOSITION

-Why did they name drop New York, where is my time and place blurry world building, like every place we saw in the games/novels where based on real places but weren't real places like Mallet island, Dumary Island, Fortuna, Red Grave. Also not every show has to be set in New York ok netflix

-Again who put these politicians in my demon hunting show and why are they talking about irrelevent things like demon dna and the quantum physics of opening portals to hell i don't want science i want dante

-Vergil introduced way too fast where is the mystery netflix? We don't need answers right away mystery is not a crime i beg of you stop over explaining all the lore in the very first episode

Episode 2:

-Cool that they introduced Dante's mercenary past from the novel

-Jet pack boots thingy Lady??? (She looks really cool tho)

-The dialogues are very netflix show coded, not insufferable but it can get annoying at time

-Why are they introducing so many random characters can we see Dante for more than 2 minutes per episode

-Enzo you little rat (very in character tho)

-After another painful 10 minutes of politicians we are allowed a minute of dante, how lucky, now let's wait another 20 minutes before seeing him again

-I don't really see Dante opening up to people that much

-Ok a Dante scene longer than 2 minutes WE ARE SO BACKK

-Dante's backstory in episode 2, again, a bit of mystery won't kill us netflix

-Billiards fighting scene yess that's what we want to see, Dante and his over the top "never let them know your next move" fighting style

-"who are we shooting at" ok that was actually funny

-Why is lady swearing so much and acting like an angsty teenager (i guess she IS an angsty teenager but still)

-She said shit and fuck so much that's very netflix animated show coded and i'm not a big fan of that brand of edgy writing

-There's a bunch of random people introduced like i wouldn't mind 1 or 2 new people but this show doesn't even focus on the main character. Can't we have 1 DMC media centered around dante (that's not 2 decades old)

-Nooo Dante is not stupid, even if he didn't know his dad was a demon he'd still know he's part demon like come on, insane regenerative power/super strenght/etc... he can put 2 and 2 together

-Cyber jetpack boots and now hologram traps, netflix you listen, not every show has to be cyperpunk

Anyways despite all my complaints the show is fun so far and it's not canon anyway, so far i'd give it a 6/10 (could have been an 7 maybe if there wasn't so much exposition and again ??politicians???)

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 9

⚠️ Trigger Warning for whump and angst.

🧡💙🩵

John brought the space elevator to a smooth halt just above the caldera.

He wanted to get a birds-eye view of One before he touched down.

The elevator door opened, and the astronaut made a conscious effort to coordinate his limbs; the additional gravity about as welcome as a new Fischler Enterprise venture.

John cracked his joints.

"Alright. Time to fly."

The astronaut leapt from the elevator and his jetpack deployed.

*. *. *.

Kayo flailed midair.

There was no time to think, only feel.

Her stomach seemed to drop faster than terminal velocity.

Darkness was swallowing her as light flew from view.

A hand grasped her wrist.

"Kayo. Glad I caught you!"

"John!" Kayo gave an incredulous half-laugh.

"Am I glad to see you!"

"Hold on..."

John guided the two of them back to the relative safety of the poolside.

As soon as his boots touched the ground, Kayo wrapped her brother in a Virgil-esque hug.

"K-ay!"

Kayo indulged herself the human contact a moment longer, before the sound of a jet engine could be heard approaching the island.

"Protocol Phoenix."

John had practically exhaled the words. Relief and disbelief was etched in his features, as though he had forgotten that he himself had summoned them.

"Here. Help Scott."

John shed his jetpack and ran to meet the carrier approaching the beach.

With feline accuracy, Kayo caught the pack.

Hold on Scott, I'm coming.

*. *. *

"Scott? Scott? You with me?"

Scott stirred, his brain registering the noise, but not the name.

"Scott, it's Kayo. Come on, sleepy head, no snoozing on the job. Can you open your eyes for me?"

A muted moan rattled around his ribcage.

His head hurt.

He was vaguely aware of his eyelashes flickering. Jeez...the last time his head felt this bad, he'd sampled some of Gordon's homemade moonshine. The memory curdled his stomach and he whimpered.

"You're okay. You're okay. I'm with you."

Kayo's slender fingers were resting on his face...on grazed cheekbones. It didn't hurt, not really. Not compared to the other injuries his body sported; but there was something in the sensation that registered as uncomfortable; an invasion of personal space that had him pulling away from her touch.

"Scott, try not to move for me, okay? It's very important that we keep your neck and head still."

His eyes finally opened.

"There you are."

Kayo offered him a warm smile. A smile saturated in love and reassurance. A smile that told him that he was going to be okay.

"-ay?"

Eurgh, his mouth was dry.

"I've been called worse," her expression shrugged, but her hands remained steady.

"Head."

It hurt. He still didn't know why. Where were they? Building collapse?

"You've been in an accident."

"Air?"

"Air?" Kayo parroted.

"I'm not sure I follow. Your oxygen stats look good... Or do you mean you were flying in the air?"

"Wh-w-where?"

His lungs felt like they were out of sync from the other muscles it took to breathe.

"Oh! You're home Scott. Well, the pool...kinda."

Scott blinked at her.

"Not your finest landing."

Landing.

Like a circuit finally completed, the jigsaw fell in place.

He'd been fixing One's overhead locker when the call came in.

Some pot-holers had managed to get themselves wedged in a remote location and needed assistance.

Gordon and Alan were already out in Four, and Virgil was off rota, so; One was required to safely extract the group.

His mind had switched to rescue mode. Muscle memory fulfilling the required procedures to launch his Bird. Truth be told, he couldn't remember stashing the Toolbox he was using in the very locker he had been fixing, but his head injury attested to the fact that he had.

The mission proved to be a straightforward one. Honestly, the GDF could have taken it; but given the limited information they had to go on, they weren't to know.

With no visible injuries and paramedics having arrived on scene; Scott fired One, and headed home. It wasn't until she made the switch to horizontal flight that the toolbox had shifted. In any other locker it would have been fine, but...stupid is as stupid does. He'd shoved it in the faulty one.

...which promptly opened.

...allowing the contents to rain down on top of him.

Judging on colour alone; the wrench was the offending item that had clipped him. The grease rags had mercifully missed.

What happened next was all a bit of a blur.

All he could really remember was wanting to make it home to Virgil.

"Vir-gil?"

"We'll get to Virgil. Right now, you're my priority."

"Pri-rity?"

"Yes. John and the rest of Phoenix are heading to him now."

Scott felt his veins turn to ice.

"No, no, no... Virg-l!"

Kayo's hands were fussing around him.

He pushed the aid away. This was his fault.

He did this.

Kayo attempted to thwart his thrashing.

"Geroff me and help Vir-"

"Sco-"

"VIRGIL!"

"-Shut the hell up Scott and listen!"

Two cat-green eyes pinned him.

"One is compromised. You not listening endangers us both, get it? I'm not leaving you, so either you let me do my job, or we both die here."

Scott's brain cowered. She meant every word. Kayo, like the rest of them, was loyal to a fault. She wouldn't leave him.

Sensing his outburst had passed; Kayo began fastening the foam blocks around his head.

She was staring him dead in the face.

"Help is coming."

Now he understood. First responders make for the worst patients. Best he could do was to trust her.

"Okay."

"Good."

Kayo exhaled slowly.

“John's activated Protocol Phoenix. The carrier has already arrived and John's gone to meet them.”

Scott blinked groggily. If Protocol Phoenix had been activated, then this was an even bigger fuck-up than he'd first thought.

“Phoe-nix?”

“Yes Scott. We rise from the ashes.”

"God, that's cheesy."

"Attaboy. Now let's get out of here."

[cambrianeraart]

uraraka traditional drawings because she is my favorite to draw :100: text under the cut

<- eyes r pink!!!

headset + visor

can pick up radio signals, useful for communication , visor appears and disappears when need be

boots

no heel comes w/ springs and jet boosters for easier navigation while flying

gauntlets

contains strong wires, useful for maneuvering & combat

jetpack

self explanatory

well actually it allows her to move quicker

*she lightens what she can of her gear!

[corellianhounds]

Tatooine Sandstorm or Daredevil hallway fic?

sO

Tatooine Sandstorm is a series of vignettes about different characters weathering a sandstorm in different conditions. Mando and the kid are caught off guard in the middle of the desert, Cobb Vanth searches for two people missing in the mines, Boba battens down the hatches of the Palace, Fennec is caught in Mos Eisley, and it’s bookended with Mando and the kid again.

Here’s part from the opening scene I’m very satisfied with:

The Mandalorian turned, the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

A wall of swirling sand blotted out the suns, the quickly approaching darkness rising like a tide. Rumbling wind started to shake the ground and grow louder as it bore down on the two of them. Mando’s eyes widened before he turned sharply and flicked the dial on the Amban rifle to prime. As it condensed energy into a single charge he swiftly flung out the tarp from the pack upwind of the bike and settled it over their gear, counting down from ten in his head as he hurriedly staked two diagonal eyelets into the dirt. He tacked the stakes down with sharp strike of his boot while fine silicate particles whipped around them, stinging like sparks.

He grabbed the kid, curled him away from the storm, and flicked his wrist for the command to ignite the jetpack: hovering mid-air, he struck the rifle prong-down into the ground and released the charge— An expanse of blue-green plasma rippled from the drop point in a circle of glass, held fast. Mando extinguished his jets, lashed the rope one-handed to the barrel of the rifle as close to the ground as he could, and threaded the closest corner of the tarp with the tail of the rope before sliding beneath it with the kid in tow.

The sand raining down on them before now approached in a rumbling wave, sweeping over an iron rifle held by glass in a raging desert storm.

__

NOW

The RSAU: Daredevil hallway fic takes place in the Role Swap universe where Anakin doesn’t fall to the Dark side and instead raises Leia on Tatooine. I don’t thiiiiiiink this particular scenario/character interaction is going to be part of the ‘canon’ for that universe (which is why I can just spill the beans about it in speculation), but here’s one of the what-if’s;

If Anakin is the hermitic Jedi living on Tatooine, what happens if Darth Maul shows up there in search of Kenobi a few years after Revenge of the Sith?

I thought at first about how realistically Anakin would probably kill him, but THEN I thought “okay but what if he didn’t” because this could be FUN

I don’t want to get lost in the weeds over-explaining things like I usually do, but Anakin manages to get through to Maul because both of their lives were destroyed by Sidious either taking/trying to take them as an apprentice. The two of them end up as weird tenuous allies, Anakin having convinced him that Sidious should be his real target, not Kenobi, and over the next few years they remain in sparse communication, Maul stopping on Tatooine from time to time. Leia knows her father’s friend and knows that, despite his appearance, he’s someone she can trust.

NOW. Like I said, it’s a few years after the end of Revenge of the Sith. The Emperor has been sending out Inquisitors and agents looking Force-sensitive people and children, and for a while Anakin has had no trouble killing or mind-wiping the ones that show up on Tatooine. It’s not just him he’s keeping safe, but his daughter.

But he’s also only one man, and he can’t be everywhere at once. When itty-bitty Leia is kidnapped Anakin is ready to go entirely scorched earth in his rage to get her back (because even though he didn’t fall to the Dark side in this universe, he’s still emotionally volatile and angry with a host of other issues), before he calms down a bit and thinks: Who do I know that is capable, powerful, and dubiously ethical enough they’d be willing to help me get my kid back and cut down anyone standing between us without remorse

WHICH BRINGS US TO: Anakin and Maul’s Awesome Roadtrip Rescue Mission

The Daredevil hallway fic is the story of Anakin and Maul’s search for Leia. Towards the end once they’ve infiltrated whatever stopover base or compound she’s being held in, they get split up, and the story ends with the equivalent of this fight scene from the first season of Daredevil, with Darth Maul absolutely wasting a barrage of enemies without letting up, still being bloodied by the end of it, but composing himself before going into the room where Leia’s being kept, crouching down to her level and beckoning for her to come out of hiding

And again, despite the blood, despite his appearance, Leia knows he’s someone she can trust.

WIP Ask Game

[kalevalakryze]

Firebird

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew 2.0,  Warnings: Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Explosions Notes: For Whumptober Day  16 and @sabineweek Day 2 Prompts: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” | Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” + Icarus Word Count: 3,571 AO3 Link: Here!

“Sabine, they’ve got TIE’s taking off.” Ezra’s voice rushed over comms, voice strained from exertion from whatever fight he’d gotten himself into.

“Copy that, do we have eyes on which shuttle is carrying the Lieutenant?” The Mandalorian dropped her rangefinder and rose her eyes to the sky, boot pressed firmly against an incapacitated trooper’s throat where she’d engaged on the rooftops. 

“It will be the one with a burn across the third quadrant of its left wing.” Shin followed, and while her voice was much calmer than Ezra’s, Sabine could feel the strain of her altercation across their bond in the force, feel the ebb and flow of the force where Shin used its power to keep plastoid covered troopers off of their closing position, flowing so freely beside Ezra’s that despite the odds being against them, they moved like a finely oiled machine. 

“On it,” Sabine cast her fuel gauge a wary look, there was just enough in her tanks that she might be fine, and from the screaming of a TIE fighter arcing through the air, she knew there was no time to top off at the Ghost. A TIE swirled overhead, left wing sparking and burning from a lightsaber having cut through it on takeoff. 

“Kark it,” Sabine grumbled, tapping at her gauge with a shake of her head. “We ball.” The woman took to the sky smoothly, jet fuel sparking into a high flame as she dumped more to keep up with the fighter.

The Ghost soared through the sky, streaking past Sabine and offering her a chance to grab on to Chopper’s head to save some fuel as fire was concentrated against the shields and engines to slow down the surviving Imperial’s ascent. 

Before the Ghost could pull away, Sabine was throwing herself from the ship’s hull, fingers brushing out as her jetpack sputtered, wrapping around one of the handles poking out past the hull to yank her weight against it, boots scrambling to push against the durasteel, hooking into the space in between ports to keep herself steady.

“Sabine, you need to hurry!” Hera called, exasperated as she pitched the ghost to the side, rolling out of the way just a hair away from the path of plasma as the TIE opened fire. 

“Work in progress, Hera!” Sabine shouted into her comms, hooking her fingers into the latch of the tie to stabilize before she could dig through a pouch on her belt, revealing her stack of the newest mixture of thermal detonators and the dye packs attached to the explosives. “Hello, beautifuls.” She breathed, fingers ghosting over the neatly stacked explosives. 

Piling them into a fistful, Sabine started planting them each, using the force to sail them across to the inside supports of the fighter’s wings, lining the hatch with enough to blow the top and settling the last couple against the engines, just in case somehow, the hull would survive. 

They rose closer to the upper atmosphere, Sabine’s helmet automatically clicking itself shut and releasing pressure to adjust. “Hey guy, I don’t have freefloating in space on my bucket list for the year,” She grumbled, making quick work of getting her charges set. 

“Sabine!” Several panicked voices hollered her names, staticy over comms the further she got out of range. The Mandalorian’s head shot to the side in time to watch an X-Wing swing in for a strafing run, she didn’t know the pilot, and wasn’t linked into their comms, but she could hear Hera on their open channel, ripping in to the pilot to get them to stop. 

It was too late, however, plasma scorched through the air, singing the air with a heavy smell of ozone. Sabine watched the blue lasers arc towards her before the Ghost could sweep in to incapacitate the fighter. Her legs moved too slow when she pushed off the hull, body turning as she fired up her jetpack, propelling herself away from the fighter half a second before the lasers struck the TIE and ignited her charges. 

Sabine’s head turned in time to watch the colorful, fiery explosion behind her; at least it looked as cool as she figured it would, she’d have to make sure she saved the clip in her helmet to watch later. 

Her jetpack sputtered mid flight, dropping her right into the path of the first shockwave. She didn’t have much chance to see the TIE go down, when paint speckled across her visor and then she was sent into a freefall, the resounding shockwaves hitting her like brick walls with a personal agenda against her existence. 

She was floating in a limbo of dizzy and peaceful, limbs too heavy to move, and her eyelids felt glued shut with weight pressing into her eye sockets to keep her from opening them.

There was a bustle of activity floating into her ears, fading like her grip on the world around her. She wanted to snap at all the people moving around her. Couldn’t they tell she was trying to sleep? A loud, persistent beeping ground away at her nerves, but she was useless in willing her body to shut off whatever alarm was going off.

The beeping grew higher in pitch, there were no breaks in the thudding tone it had carried before. At least the movement in the room seemed to cease, a pin could drop in the silence and bated breath of every body in the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could get some sleep.

“Sabine.” There was a distortion in the voice that called out to her, warbling through the very core of her being, through the will of the force. Shin’s voice rang in the notes of their bond, scratchy and deep, but the other voice, the notes she could pick out, a tone she’d only heard in her dreams, a voice and a face she was terrified of forgetting, that had been harder and harder to pick out every day.

She wanted to snap her eyes open, to fly out of bed and run into her buir’s arms, to do something but the stones inside of her skin wouldn’t give her a chance to budge. 

“Don’t go where I can’t follow, me’suum’ika.” Shin’s voice sounded strained, and too far away, like their bond was growing stagnant in Sabine’s indecision. Fingers wrapped around her hand, warm where they sparked against the unbeaten pulse point against her wrist. “You promised,” Their voice wavered with emotion that they fought to keep concealed, Sabine hadn’t heard that tone since they’d gotten her back from the Bandits. 

Promises meant more to Shin than even their connection to the force, Sabine knew that better than anyone, and well… She intended to keep her word. Clan Wren would still be waiting for her, at the end; The Manda would not go anywhere, the cosmic force would still connect all beings, but if she walked out on Shin now… What kind of Mandalorian would she be? Surely not one who deserved to join her people in the afterlife they’d all strived for.

Sabine stopped struggling to see Ursa, there was no where she could go where her mother would not be able to reach, and if the unthinkable happened and she did somehow forget the timber of her voice or the sharpness of her face, she knew there were hundreds of others walking across the galaxy who would be more than happy to help her remember.

Shin’s hand started to slip from Sabine’s palm; She couldn’t move to reach out for them like she wanted, she didn’t want them to leave her either, didn’t want to see someone else give up on her. Someone was crying, voices were murmuring, she could hear the charge of shock paddles-

The first beep of the heart monitor was hard won, an exhaustive struggle that had the same reaction in the room as the flatline. Oxygen forced back into her lungs painfully, and warm fingers brushed against her pulse point once more, squeezing at her wrist to feel the next thud of her heart in her veins themselves. The tension in the room was cut with each thud and each successful breath, pain reigniting in her body in the feeling of broken bones and half sealed abrasions.

“Better,” She could hear the relief in Shin’s voice as their fingers interlocked with the limpness of her own, squeezing her hand even as the activity picked back up around them.

Ahsoka’s presence washed over her in their own bond, another string that she’d familiarized herself with, the calm soaring feeling that came with each interaction the Master and Apprentice shared through their woven destinies. 

“Prep her for the bacta tank,” A medic called out, unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears as cold gloved hands started touching her, though from the warmth seeping into her hand, she was able to rest easy knowing no one had moved Shin, at least until after the calm and quiet suggestion of sleep that had been passed through their bond, and the promise that she would wake up on the other side… eventually.

There was no way to gauge how much time had passed, but every now and then, Sabine would gain an awareness of the real world happening around her. Of Shin’s back pressed into the cool glass of her bacta tank, steadfast in their post as her protector. 

“Shin, she won’t wake up anytime soon,” Ahsoka’s voice floated through the void, in her mind’s eye, Sabine could make out the vision of Ahsoka stepping into the medbay, arms crossed over her chest and a carefully impassive look on her face; Ahsoka learned just as fast as Sabine had that Shin didn’t like sympathies, but she also knew that if Ahsoka’s distaste of Shin’s actions showed, the Gray Apprentice would close themselves off further and often turn to violence to defend their actions or beliefs. 

“You need to go take care of yourself,” Sabine could hear the lightness of the Togruta’s footsteps as she came to a stop in front of the tank, could feel piercing blue eyes on her suspended form, as if Ahsoka knew that Sabine had some awareness of the world around her. 

“I will not leave,” Shin was closed off to them visually, she could not find a way to bring some vision of the other woman to her eye, though she assumed, from the unease rolling off of Ahsoka and the concern in her tone, that her wolf wasn’t doing the best with her incapacitation. This must have been an argument the two force-sensitives found themselves in often, as Shin’s voice curbed on dangerous, the air Sabine could not feel filling with the tension of a hand curling around a saber hilt. 

“There is no reason to fight, Shin,” Ahsoka called, calling for calm across their own unstable bond; Her second apprentice varied greatly to the Mandalorian, and Ahsoka had never been able to determine if it had been Baylan’s teachings, or the influence of her time with the bandits that had them so willing to fight in a situation it did not call for. “She isn’t going to like waking up and seeing you like this.”

“Then it will not be the worst thing I have done to her.” They replied, and while there wasn’t a hint of regret, their tone took on something somber that Sabine wasn’t a fan of. The Mandalorian could feel the brush of their muddled presence, reaching out to the anchor point of their bond, to the scar that entwined them together forever. 

Drifting off to the comfortable thrum of their force bond being brushed against, Sabine was only half aware of the Togruta sweeping defeatedly from the medbay. 

Consciousness did not find Sabine when they emptied the bacta tank and pulled her from it, nor did it find her as she was cleaned up and reassessed, as what wounds were left had been set to heal on their own, with minimal medical interference, now that her body would need to fight on its own once again, enjoying her quiet limbo over the thought of returning her active mind to the real world.

The first time her eyes opened in weeks she was met with dim lights and near silence. 

Bandages wrapped firmly around her abdomen, criss crossing against her back where the jetpack had burned and shrapnel had made homes in her skin, now almost entirely healed after her extended nap. Sabine gave her muscles an experimental flex to ensure she could still move, fingertips touching and toes wriggling under the warm blankets; someone must have just recently changed the thin hospital sheets for ones straight from the warmer. Her movement brought the reminder of pain, aggravating sore muscle under the haze of protection offered by the medicine pumping through her IV.

Tired golden eyes scanned the rest of the room next. There was a raw set of armor, seemingly fresh from a forge, stacked in a corner next to weapons crates, where she could see Westar power cells placed carefully on top of the locked containers, and a newer model of a jetpack she couldn’t recall the name of leaning up against it all. 

Shin was settled into a hard-backed chair shoved right up against her cot, knees pulled up to their chest and a datapad sitting against them, fingers idly swiping along a document that Sabine couldn’t focus her gaze on. Her wolf looked exhausted, Sabine couldn’t tell how much of the darkness around her eyes was eye makeup, or bags from lack of sleep. Their hair was in disarray, even the braid carefully tied and sitting at their collarbone seemed frayed and rushed, as if  tying it had been a mere afterthought to something more important. 

The armor strapped to their arms and legs was filthy, burns scorched across unpainted metal and deep groves went unfilled, a state Shin hadn’t even let become of themselves when they’d all been stranded on Peridea. 

The only indication Sabine had that they’d showered or changed clothes even once since they���d gone after Thrawn’s contact had been the dark blue of Ahsoka’s tunic bunched up around their torso, leaving their bare arms on display (which, Sabine would never complain about, if only Shin wasn’t wearing gauntlets and pauldrons strapped tight to her bicep), and the way pants so clearly borrowed from Ezra were tied tight around her waist, bunched up and stuffed into her boots with their greaves strapped awkwardly around the extra fabric. 

“You look like Bantha shit,” The Mandalorian croaked tersely, wincing at the feeling of glass in her dried out throat. Silver eyes flashed to meet her open eyes immediately, the datapad clattering to the floor in the scramble of their legs to push outwards to turn themselves to face her.

“You look dead,” Their voice sounded as equally rough as Sabine’s own, bringing a teasing smile to tug at the purple haired woman’s lips. 

“What, didn’t-” A dry cough rattled her chest, she only managed to turn her head to the side to cough into the pillow, her arms still felt like they were full of beskar. “Didn’t have anything nice to say to anyone? Didn’t say anything at all?” It was meant to be tasing, but the pull of their lips into what little resemblance of a pout they would allow answered enough. 

“I’ll go get the medic.” They stood sourly to pick up the datapad, tossing it into the seat they’d been occupying for gotal’ad knows how long. 

Sabine finally reached out, atrophied muscles protesting even as her fingers latched around the cold metal of their wrist. “Wait…” 

They did, turning to glower at them with a rage that had too much vulnerability under the surface, weakness they did not want the Mandalorian to be privy too, even if she could feel it in the knot of burnt out nerves in her abdomen. “Would you lay with me, and just… forget the world a minute? Ten out of ten recommend.” 

Shin’s weight shifted between their feet uncomfortably, even as Sabine forced herself to move, to make room in the hospital bed that felt both too big and too small. “You need the medic,” They insisted, but it wasn’t a denial of the offer; Shin looked exhausted, and the prospect of laying down seemed enough that they’d be willing to let Sabine get away with just a few more minutes without being poked and prodded by medics. 

“I need you more right now, I’m not going anywhere,” She let go of their wrist, hoping the invitation was  enough to keep them around. IVs and wires were moved too carefully when they’d finally relented, though Sabine could feel the tightness in their muscles ease as their head dropped back against her pillow.

Shin was laying ramrod straight next to her, as if moving would break her, afraid to do anything that could hurt her what a softie, stabbing people one day, then playing statue to avoid inconveniencing them almost two years down the line.. 

“C’mere, Kurs’kaded.” Another grunt of exertion as she forced her arms to move, though they were quick in how they turned to cave into the touch the minute Sabine offered, tucking themselves up into her side as their face found their spot in the crook of her neck, fisting the fabric of the uncomfortable shirt in their fists as their nose crinkled. 

“You don’t smell right,” They complained in a quiet whisper, bringing a tired giggle from the older woman.

“Plenty of time to fix that later, doubt anyone’s been able to nail my skin care routine during my nap,” Sabine’s fingers brushed through their hair, relaxing more and more with how their shoulders eased and the way the force around them felt like it started to clear. “Speaking of naps…”

“You need a medic,” But their voice was already thick with sleep, breath soft where it began to even out against Sabine’s neck, the offer of safety in the arms they’d been missing for so long too enticing; they couldn’t remember the last time they’d slept. 

“You spent so long watching after me, let me return the favor, just for a bit.. Someone will come along eventually.” It didn’t take Shin long at all to nod off with the promise, and the press of her fingers against Sabine’s scar to ground themselves to her life probably wasn’t detrimental to assuring her of the Mandalorian’s survival either. 

“You’re awake,” Sabine’s attention was pulled from the sleeping blonde for the first time in hours, stopping her thousandth trace of the constellations craved across their skin in beauty marks and freckles. 

“Or you’re just tripping really hard right now,” Sabine teased in a quiet whisper, watching Ahsoka as the woman moved to lower herself quietly into the seat closest to her. 

Ahsoka’s lips pursed, clearly fighting a smile as her hand came to rest on the open space of the mattress between them, itching towards touching Sabine to verify for herself just how alive her Apprentice was. Sabine gave a quiet, fake dramatic sigh as she brought her hand down to rest overtop of Ahsoka’s, much smaller than the Togruta’s as she curled her fingers around the older woman’s. “What did you guys even do while I’ve been out?”

“Well… Some of us-” Her eyes flickered to Shin before coming back to Sabine with a knowing look. “Waited for you to come back.” 

Sabine offered a nod of her head in understanding as she bought her other hand from Shin’s hair to rub circles into their back. “What about everyone else?”

“Mmm. Ezra and I handled the Imperial cell; There were whispers of a New First Order, but it doesn’t seem as if they’re organized enough, not after our last round of strikes.” Ahsoka shifted, hand slipping from Sabine’s to fill the empty canteen that had been sitting, just out of reach, toppled over when Sabine had reached for it in the force, too weak to grab it with her abilities, and too disappointed when she’d found it empty.

Water was filled and passed over gratefully, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the slow, heavy breathing from the slumbering wolf; the only reaction they had to Sabine gulping down water was to press their face closer to the movement of her throat and to slip under her shirt, chasing the warmth that had been steadily rising in the older woman’s skin. 

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked at last as she returned to her chair, taking the canteen when Sabine had finally finished with it. 

“I’m not going anywhere for a hot minute, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sabine promised, knowing that she had zero intention of almost dying any time soon, and that she doubted she’d find a return to the battlefield for at least a month while she figured out the limits her wrecked body could handle.

“Next time, don’t push yourself so hard. It was a close one,” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“Sometimes, the student teaches the Master, you know.” Ahsoka’s facial marking rose with the knowing smirk she offered, before she shook her head and rose. “You should get more rest while you can, I’m sure the medics will come to check on you once they believe Shin is asleep and won’t attack them again.”

“.... again?...” 

“Go back to sleep, Sabine,” 

[numbuh900]

Codename: Foals Next Door

KND x MLP AU

A universe where everyone in the kids next door universe are My Little Pony ponies/creatures, also alot of the characters don't have human names and instead go by more Equestrian sounding names.

Also this universe still has stuff like human technology like cars, the internet, space travel and stuff. 2x4 technology is the same tho there are special trained magic user operatives in the FND, Celestia and Luna or any Equestrian legends are seen as just fairy tales but they have some hints of truth to them.

Celestia and Luna were FND alicorn operatives that fought against evil adult's together back in the midieval times, like with Numbuh Zero, some believe they existed while others say they were just myths.

Comes from a long line of umbrum which is why he and his Dad don't have cutie marks.

Mom is a dragon named Ruby.

Dad is a earth pony(umbrum).

Doesn't have rocket boots like his human counterpart, just uses his wings instead.

Like Scootaloo,he has trouble flying with his wings so me makes jetpacks and jets for himself so he can enjoy the rush of flight.

Has a special 2x4 tech weapon that shoots horse shoes.

Her special attack is blasting rainbow blast from her horn, she's the magic expert of her Sector as she loves finding/making spells for Numbuh Five to use.

Got his cutie mark when he knocked out a whole group of teens with the throw on one dodge ball.

Main attack is a hindleg flipkick love called "The BuckFlip"

Her special talent is hunting for candy and being able to sense it.

Knows a few candy themed spells she learnt from Cree back when she was in basic training.

And now for the only villain I ponified, Father.

Is an Umbrum and comes from a long line of them.

real name is Brimstone Burner.

Didn't discover his powers until his teens year's.

Headcannons for what creatures the other characters are

Toiletnator=Earth Pony

Rachel=Pegasus

Fanny=Dimond Dog

Count Spankulot=Bat Pony

Numbuh 20,000=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Sonia=Griffin

Numbuh 60=Reindeer

Lizzie=Earth Pony(Secretly a alien plant pony)

King Sandy=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Crazy Old Cat Lady: Abyssinians

Miss. Goodwall=Minotaur

Chester=Donkey

Lura Limpin=Earth pony

Mr. Boss=Dimond Dog

President Jimmy=Griffin

Stickybeard=Avian

Ace/The Kid=Avian

KnightBrace=Pegasus pony

The Delightful Children From Down the lane: Lenny is a earth pony, David is a Unicorn, Bruce is a pegasus, Alessandra is a unicorn and Constance is a earth pony.

The interesting twins from beneath the mountain=changelings

The Common Cold=Earth Pony

Numbuh 30c=Seapony/hippogriff

Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb=Warlrus and Moose pony hybrids

Gramma Stuffum=Dragon

[seriousfic]

It could’ve been a normal, everyday, white, fluffy cloud, except for its shape. Somehow, some way, that puffy, insubstantial cloud-stuff had been rearranged into a castle. Not a vague resemblance, a three-dimensional Rorschach test, but a literal castle seemingly built of clouds. It floated over Metropolis, no more threatening than any other cloud, except for the sheer weirdness of its impossible shape.

“We should do something about that, huh?” Jinny Hex asked, patting her holstered sidearm for reassurance it was as ready as she was.

“I don’t know,” Cassie Sandsmark replied with a wry grin, “it doesn’t look like rain or anything.”

“Aw heck,” Jinny muttered, scoffing her cowboy boots on the city street. “Y’all made me a superhero, dragging me along on your caped crusades, now ya gotta be all sardonic?”

Cassie sighed. “I was just kidding. We’ll go see what it’s all about.”

Jinny cleared her throat.

“And I’ll give you a lift—unless you have a jetpack in your magic bag.”

“It’s a trunk. And nah.”

“Maybe jet boots.”

“That’d be cool. But I like these boots.”

“Shut up already: if that really does turn out to be a threat, I’m gonna feel like an ass if we did a soft-shoes routine for any longer.”

“They’re pretty hard,” Jinny said, stomping her boots one at a time.

[emerald-might]

New AU: Head of Might Tower/Time Skip

Based on this post

Eight years passed since the end of the war and Izuku continued his life as a hero until the embers of One For All gave out. When they did he continued his life as a teacher for UA to help the next generation. For a time he was happy just being quirkless again despite missing being a hero from time to time. That was when All-Might had arrived and gave him a new suit, a new state of the art power suit based on the one All-Might used during the war. Not only that, but All-Might did plan to fully retire from his agency soon and he wanted to give it to him, so that he could be the one to help those that are quirkless or had weak quirks to find their true potential.

Izuku couldn’t refuse this opportunity, to be a hero again, a mentor, and visionary for change to grant everyone the chance to be super. It would certainly make his life busy, but he was more than happy to do it with some help of course. When he isn’t being a hero or running a business, he is teaching with the selected sidekicks to help him out. When he isn’t doing all three, he is spending time with friends and family while thinking about the next support item to make in the back of his mind. His intellect would help those understand their quirks more and how to best use them. It’s not the suit, nor the quirk, that makes you a hero, but the man behind it.

The Omega suit is made to emulate One For All as closely as possible, coming with a car called Loki that matches Izuku’s tricky nature and his color scheme. The car would be a green and gold color similar in ways to his suit.

Omega Suit: Features

Nitro-Booster: Gear Shift- Similar to how street racing cars have Nitro boosts, Deku's OFA suit will come built with a special device that works just like an actual gear shift embedded into his gauntlets. Like before Deku can shift between different gears but they are now renamed: 1st Gear, 2nd Gear, 3rd Gear, Top Gear & Overdrive. Each gear changes the aura/color of the suit when used and increases Deku's speed by 1 Mach per gear.

Kinetic Stockpiler: Fajin- A device based on Bakugo's grenade gauntlets, Deku's gauntlets and iron soles are built with a kinetic energy stockpiling device that charges as Deku moves around and the faster and more often Deku moves the more the gauge on his gauntlets fills up. He can release the energy at any time however the gauge can reach maximum and once it does Deku can activate Fajin Zenkai(full power) which when combined with Gear shift puts his speed and strength on par with Prime All Might with no recoil.

Adaptive Combat Entity(ACE): Danger Sense- An AI computer programmed to help Deku and assist him in analyzing danger and alerts him to any incoming threats. It can also scan a person and determine their threat level, if they are lying, etc.

Hard-Light Laser Cables: Black Whip- Using cutting edge laser technology, these beams of light fire off as fast as real lasers but don't burn or destroy anything. They do come equipped with a high voltage stun feature used for capturing villains and great for mobility.

Tactical Smoke Utility Belt: Smokescreen- Deku's belt is now equipped with an built in smoke machine that emits thick clouds of dense purple smoke that is laced with a powerful sleeping agent that Deku is protected from while using his cowl/mask.

Hyper Sonic Jetpack: Float- Built into the back of his suit, this jetpack is capable of reaching flight speeds faster than any of the jets used by Star & Stripes fighter Ace team.

Jet Force boots: Inspired by the now retired Gran Torino, Deku's iron soles/boots now function like the old man's jet quirk allowing Deku to zip around and also launch air pressure kicks.

Air Force Gauntlets: The perfected version of Deku's air force gloves, these gauntlets can suck in surrounding air, build it up to a high pressure and then Deku can release it by using Delaware smash or Texas Smash.

SMASH Knuckle: The right fist of Deku's suit is outfitted with a shockwave emitter into the knuckles so when Deku punches something it hits the same way he would have hit it if he was using OFA at 100%

Dynamight Knuckle: The left fist of Deku's suit is outfitted with a device that can essentially mimic Bakugo's explosions whenever Deku hits a really hard punch.

Additional Weapons provided by Loki based on class 1-A:

Gravity Beam: Ochako

Flamethrower & Freeze Ray: Shoto

Turbo Booster: Tenya

Sparkle Sabers(lightsabers): Aoyama

Photon Cannon: Momo & kaminari

Sticky acid bombs: Mineta & Mina

Crimson Shields: Kirishima

Smash Gauntlets: Sato

Cloaking: Toru

Soundwave cannon: Jiro

Cement tape: Sero

Asura: Shoji

Mecha Wings: Hawks & Koda

Iron Tail: Ojiro

Reenforced black cloak: Tokoyami

Frog tongue whip: Tsu

Confusion ray: Shinso

And if all else fails, Loki can morph into a mech suit for large threats.

[tesalicious2]

Clone OC 'Pyro' CT-5838

Pyro is part of the Commander Jet's Flamethrower Battalion. As a tubie, his tank had a heating malfunction. This is just the beginning of his relation to heat. As a cadet, he continueally has had incidents with fire, either the droids he was training with spontaneously bursting into flames, his bunk malfunctioning and catching his blankets on fire, or accidentally setting his Alpha trainer on fire (he is very sorry and no one knows how).

Despite his many childhood accidents, he was incredibly skilled and was at the top of his entire cadet grouping (idk there are like 6 squads (based on what we saw with Domino Squad) for cadets but 4 squads is a Platoon in the GAR so idk what the number is but you get it). Despite this his trainer removed him from his squad and reassigneed him to work with a new flamethrower squad, who were also trained as a bomb squad. Despite working primarily flamethrowers, they dealt with anything fire or explosive. Due to their suits and nature of their training, it is very efficient and practical.

He met and worked with Commander Jet as a cadet and was practically his second in command. They were very good friends and he does know Commander Bacara (along with the rest of the flamethrower battalion).

Now, all this fire and accidents does not mean he got his name from his curious accidents. In fact its quite the opposite. See, he is -by all definitions of the word- a pyromaniac. Sure these accidents were not his fault or he intentionally caused them, but here were many later in life that he DID cause.

He is a very chill and honest man, with a kind soul. He loves people and seeing new things. He can be a little mean when deserved and is serious when it comes to the lives of his brothers. However, once Commander Jet gives the go ahead, he becomes manic and laughs uncontrollably. He can and will set fire to everything he sees.

Eventually, closer to the end of the war (not Order 66 bc that doesn't exist to me) he develops pyromania. It had always been present but his brothers would help with the urges. As time went on, the urges became to strong and to cope he would carry a small lighter. While it didn't necessarily help, it distracted his mind and satiated the urges during missions.

Once the war had ended and the Jedi left Coruscant (getting into personal headcanons here). Though they still lived with the Jedi at one of the older renovated temples, he found life much too quiet. Unfortunately, unlike other battalions, the Flamethrower Troopers had to learn to skills rather than apply already known ones, most of the time. Several clones from all over decided to take up outside jobs or missions with Jedi Masters/Shadows, Pyro decided to work as a bounty hunter and Jedi Shadows.

During his time as a bounty hunter, his pyromania did not worsen. However, he did indulge it with more than a lighter. He would occasionally take work for a demonlition guild, allowing him to set fire or blow up whatever was required.

His time as a bounty hunter/shadow was not all wonderful. During a mission gone bad with Jedi Shadow Quinlan Vos, he had lost an arm below the elbow and a leg below the knee. With quick treatment he was able to get mechanical replacements, which he then had himself and his Flamethrower buddies upgrade to shoot fire from the arm.

While having jet boots would be awesome, he already had a jetpack. Instead he chose to upgrade the leg with several blades. The leg can fully split open and spit out a sword or the foot can push into the ankle joint and pop out a blade at the heel, like a bladed high heel shoe. With this blade, his kicks would slice whatever came into contact with it.

Looks wise, Pyro hasn't changed much over the years. He's not heavy into body mods like some of the others and keeps things relatively tame. He has simple flowing tattoos that resemble lava flow on his arms and down his thighs. The magma stems from his spine and reaches just at his jaw. The ink used glows bright orange in the dark. Down his spine says 'born of fire' in Mando'a that glows red.

He keeps his hair short and his eyes are a more golden than standard. Pyro, like most flamethrower trooper, has burn scars on his forearms and hands.

Due to his time as a flamethrower trooper, he has lung damage like most. His helmet is equipt with many air filters and seals to keep his lungs safe. Not only that but his lenses have multiple filters to see people/targets through fire/large heat sources.

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Meet the Pilot *'Meet the' music plays*

I forgot to put the fire, so since he's not using both hands anyway, let's assume he's falling out of a window or something-

My Tf2 S/I is finally designed! Meet 'The Pilot'! A support class merc who uses a jetpack to fly around the map. He has a pair of wrist-mounted blades (Think assassin's creed.) and a basic pistol and steel-toe boots but not much else. The pistol has a high crit chance, but the blades and boots have an extremely low crit chance. He can't use his weapons while flying, either. (Lore-wise, this is because his jet pack requires both hands to operate, thus making it impossible.)

The base strategy for this class is the 'trolldier' strategy people use for The Soldier. (Dropping on the enemy and striking them like a falcon.) Though there are obviously other methods that players can use/come up with. This class has the 'mantreads' effects by default with the bonus that landing on a sentry directly can also affect it the same way.

This class mainly capitalizes on human psychology, as people are wired to mainly focus on the horizon-line, rather than looking up. (Which is why 'jumps' are so successful, as well.)

I imagine his 'meet the' video would probably be a compilation of jet pack tests, broken up with scenes of the camera crew walking with him. The video ending with the one that actually works.

Yes, in-universe, he built his own jet pack.

[d-field22-blog]

First appearance: Detective Comics #184( June, 1952)

Story: Orphaned at a young age, Garfield Lynns found comfort and a growing obsession for the memorizing flicker of fire, and the power it held. His first act of arson was burning down the orphanage he grew up in, all of the care takers perished in the flames as the building burned to ash. Since then he had been doing small jobs acting as the pyrotechnic for touring concerts, only to be fired by Cassidy; the lead singer of the band Silver Bullet and his girlfriend. Afterwards, he took up odd jobs for the Gotham Underworld, mainly Carmine Falcone, and Sal Maroni. When he learned that Silver Bullet was returning to Gotham, he sets out to sabotage the show and get revenge on his ex. This lead to his first encounter with the Batman and it ended with him being severely burned all across his body. Now sporting a fire resistant suit, a custom built jet pack, an advanced self built flamethrower, and many more fire creating tools, Garfield took the name of Firefly. Now with a strong love for the flame and a deranged mind to boot, Garfield Lynns has been climbing the chain to becoming one of Batman's most popular foes. Appearing in three Batman cartoons, having two roles in the Arkham games, and even fought the Green Arrow once. Be on the lookout for this Pyromaniac. You WILL burn.

Bio: Real name: Garfield Lynns Occupation: Pyrotechnic Expert Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown (Though most has been burned off) Height: 5ft 10in Weight: 160 lbs

Attributes: Master Arsonist Extreme arsenal of fire-creating weapons Scarred over 90% of his body Sociopath with intense Pyromania Skilled Inventor

Dream Voice actor: Jason Marsden. I was going to go with Crispin Freeman, but I decided that using an Arkham voice actor would have become way too redundant than what it already is. Jason was the first voice I have heard given to Garfield and an addition to Jason being one of my favorite voice actors, I could not resist the urge to use him again.

Featured song: My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em' Up). I don't think I have to explain this one.

Notes:

I've said this before, but I am so glad I have decided to make the drawing bigger. With so much space, I was able to add more details to not only Firefly's suit, but his jetpack as well. 2. I have decided not to change his design for the purpose of my Firefly is that he is a hybrid of TNBA Firefly, and the Arkham Firefly. 3. I once did a design based on The Batman years ago, but that was when I didn't take drawing too seriously and my drawings sucked.

[aqueousablution]

(March 2023) morXa sorXa armorXa

Note: this post originally was only b&w sketches; I'm using the colored version of the first image here because I figure I might as well post it now.

Original post body under the cut:

These are still WIPs and I want to further refine the vambrace buster concept before I get to coloring any of this, but I'm getting antsy sitting on all this unshared progress I've made with sorXa's armor design, so fuck it, I'm posting what I have so far!! I've more or less said "fuck it" and started leaning into the Χ/χ motif à la X (particularly his X8 design), though the besagew is actually also meant to evoke a clover, partly because sorXa's name is pronounced like the Irish way of saying "Sorcha" (which would make it a shamrock), but also largely because I'm nothing if not a huge MMZ dweeb and I love the lyrical version of MMZ2's credits theme from RTRZ: Idea, which is called... Clover. (the original song is Awakening Will, for reference, which itself is a reprise of the hypest intro stage theme I've ever fucking heard, Departure, which plays during what's also probably the most badass opening to a game I've ever seen. Zero 2 isn't my favorite in the series, but that intro goes so fucking hard!!... I think I got a bit off-topic here, haha)

Transcripts under the cut, since even if I'm not done yet I figure I might as well help people make out what I wrote if I'm posting these as WIPs:

Page 1 (sorXa armor concepts):

gold rivets? (pointing to the forehead plate of her helm, accompanied by a sketch showing the positioning of the three rivets)

speakers (pointing to the circles on her facemask)

Megamix-style arms (next to her big bulky round forearm armor; this idea is altered in the third image to be more like Mega Man Volnutt from the Legends series)

Page 2 (sorXa armor concepts):

mask can detach if lip-reading is needed for clearer communication (near her detached mask, which is connected to her helm by a tether on each side)

❌ no (next to a besagew shaped like a Phillips-head screw)

sapphic! (next to a besagew with indents shaped like the violet used in some versions of the Sapphic pride flag)

Clover + "Χ" (next to a variant of the previous besagew with only 4 indents; an arrow points from the Sapphic violet besagew to the clover besagew)

historical! (next to a besagew with a shallow cone in the center of a bowl-like rim)

gold or red ring? (pointing to a variant of the above besagew with a lighter-colored ring around the central cone)

maybe only 1? → R or L? (above a small mockup of sorXa's torso with only one besagew; "L" is circled, which is reflected by the first page's design of her armor)

Page 3 (sorXa armor concepts (buster cannon)):

vents on top | slides up & out (pointing to a raised part of her vambrace, which is now more cylindrical than the previous images)

thruster (pointing at jetpack-like structures on the back of her cuirass; note that these will be revised in a future drawing, probably)

(duplicated at the back of her calf, which also has a visible jet of sorts)

[various color ideas for her boots] (the poleyns will probably be gold with red "fan plates"/hinges, which will be replicated on her ankle adornments as well; the calves themselves are black (of course), and the notes show her boots as having white outsoles and red soles, though I think I might reverse that in practice)

4 holes (pointing to the beveled edge of her vambrace hear the wrist, accompanied by a simple drawing showing roughly the positioning of those holes, which are in an X-formation)

Model A + Bridget (pointing at the bumpy protrusions on the outsoles of her boots, which are meant to evoke the boots of Model A from Mega Man ZX Advent and the shoes of Bridget's Guilty Gear Strive Design)