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coopersgal · 14 days
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Yes I ship all three together I see him loving two of them there are his angels the light to his darkness in this dark wasteland.
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Submitting my AU canon-divergent Commander Rourke from Atlantis the Lost Empire.
I have a fic series with him (I'm sorry, I couldn't decide which one best showed his character.) And I RP him here, so he has an info page.
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I really hope people give him a chance, because he's very different from his canon counterpart.
WE HAVE OUR FIRST AU CHARACTER!!
As OP has said, this is an AU version of a character. Please do not judge them based on the canon version of them.
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bside-cassette · 8 months
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This is both a love letter and a retelling of @fakecrfan 's Constructor/Architect story, but set in my own superhero universe. She has a specific identity in this, as unfortunately, you can't really have the reader *be* the main character in a visual format, but I hope that's okay with you :)
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My name is Na Su-Yung. Two years ago, I thought I was a normal person. Another mortal. Another drop in the ocean, looking up to the clouds. To the gods living amongst us. Until I found out that I'm nothing like the ocean around me. I was different. I was an Anomaly.
I was just a college kid in Cosmopolis, another normal human who was awestruck every time I saw The Guardsman zoom across the city, or see a news report of Nitrous' crime-fighting shenanigans in Sunset City, all the way on the other side of the U.S. Another fragile human being, merely made of flesh and bone and nothing else, that cheered each time The Vanguard came together to save the world.
When an attack on Cosmopolis by the villain Sergeant Steel destroyed the foundations of my apartment and others in my neighborhood, I thought I was gonna lose everything. That I was gonna die. I just accepted my fate as the floor began crumbling beneath me. To my surprise, however, it seemed that the entire building was frozen in time. I stopped it from falling. I gave other residents enough time to escape to a safer area. I was a hero, even if no one, not even I, knew what I had done.
I spent time exploring my abilities in my free time between lectures. I don't know why, but it took me months, nearly a year, to be able to control the same amount as I did when I first gained my powers. So I started small. I floated pebbles between my hands, then on a single hand, then I was able to attract them to my hands from a few meters away. For the first time in my 21 years of life, I didn't feel weak, or pathetic, or forgotten. For the first time, I felt like I could be more than myself. And so I did.
I'd go to places in Cosmopolis where Guardsman had recently done battle against one of his rogues. I'd studied architectural engineering thoroughly before going on my first outing, so I was able to reconstruct a lot of the buildings in a few weeks. Just the broad strokes, though. I couldn't get the electrical or water systems down, so I just left a lot of the buildings with hollow walls to let the actual electricians and plumbers do their work.
Still, no one gave a shit about me. I was just some rando in a washed-out CSU hoodie and sweatpants.
I eventually realized that I would probably be able to work better if I had the blueprints for the buildings. Just walking up to wherever they keep them and asking for them probably wouldn't work well, so I planned. Well, "planned" is glorifying it. I did the first thing that popped in my head: make a costume to get attention. And so I did.
I was never the artsy type, so I just bought a wetsuit and mask online. But it worked. After the metas had their fill of fighting, I'd arrive on the scene and start working. The bigger news reporters would keep their focus on Guardsman or Harddrive or whoever did the day-saving, but the smaller news organizations turned their focus to me. Knowledge of my presence was slowly increased, especially online. People on Reddit and Tumblr took to calling me either The Constructor or The Architect. I took up the latter.
One day, when even the larger news networks in Cosmopolis had turned their attention onto me, someone came up to me. She told me her name was Sandy and that she had a proposition. She'd be my manager, managing any relations or exchanges I don't have the time to deal with, and helping me with marketability. I took her up on her offer. She made me a new suit, talked to the city to get blueprints, and whatever else. It's been a while, I've forgotten a lot of what we did.
Hero teams contracted me to restore their headquarters, standalone heroes and vigilantes needed help with rebuilding their bases, cities wanted cheap labor. I did it all. I finally felt like I was contributing to society. That I mattered. I was finally told that I mattered. Until the day I chose to do what I knew was right.
Cosmopolis, despite what outsiders think it is, is just like any other city. One side of the city is covered in skyscrapers, the other in slums. Struggling people who can't escape their situations, whether that be out of discrimination, mental disabilities, mental illnesses, addiction, criminal affiliation, they all live with constant strife.
The worst part of it all, however, is that I'm just like everyone else. Every time I passed one on the street or from inside a cab, I looked away. Seeing them suffer under the city's hand tore out my soul. It didn't matter that my reasoning was different from those who averted their eyes out of spite or disgust, I still looked the other direction. I refused to be like them. To kick them while they're already down. So I started building them up, literally.
I'd scour throughout the city, look through sites listing run-down neighborhoods or buildings, and I'd go there. I'd tear them down and build them back up. I gave people places to stay, where they wouldn't go cold or without a bed for the night. I gave them the kindness that might help them stop simply surviving, and finally begin living.
Then the comments came. Middle and upper class began shouting their complaints online and in my face, whether personally or through a reporter. They hated seeing people, who they deemed "undesirable," getting any help. Giving some cash was already too much for them to handle, so I can see why they saw this in such a bad light. Why their hateful eyes had seen this as a sin.
I went to interviews and I kept trying to get my viewpoint out there. No one listened. No one cared. All they saw was filth getting help by more filth.
So I made shelters around the city in places no one would notice. Rooves out of land in the parks, more empathetic architecture. I removed the spikes underneath bridges that prevent people from getting shelter from the rain and made the benches softer for those who had no beds. But still, no one gave a shit. The city made laws against how much anyone could alter it. I gave up on that.
I was sent death threats. I was told that I was helping the scum grow. That I was making Cosmopolis shine less. It didn't help that Guardsman was comatose from a battle for nearly 6 months at that point. It meant I had no one, not even the hero of heroes, the embodiment of infinite kindness to everyone, to back me up. I was alone. I stopped everything. I pushed away everyone. I fired Sandy, apologizing every second of it. I basically disappeared from the face of the Earth.
Then I heard that they were building a stadium on the Southeast Side. Displacing hundreds of people. Their hope being snuffed out by the fat cats on the top of the totem pole. I wouldn't stand by it. I came as fast as I could and I tore it all down. Every beam and panel and every square inch was just rubble when I was finished.
M.I.R.A. was contacted after the cops weren't able to get me to stand down. They trapped me in an Akonite cell in Pandora's Box. The media labeled me as "a false hero," "a fallen angel," "a wolf in sheep's clothing," "a villain." I just wanted to make things better. With The Vanguard keeping their eyes on the larger threats, and each individual member focusing on the broad strokes that are their respective cities, there were barely any who were looking out for the little guy. That's all I wanted to be. The one to look out for the everyman, the people on the streets. My people. I wanted to take care of my neighbors, friends, and loved ones. But I guess all people care about are themselves.
I eventually found that Akonite didn't work on my powers. How or why, I don't know. Maybe it was because it was just another mineral. Maybe it just didn't have an effect on me. Either way, I knew that this wouldn't stop me. I'm The Architect. I'm a hero. I won't let corruption, greed, and cruelty hinder that. I'll dissent from the indifference. From the apathy. From the fear of helping my city.
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happypanda101 · 3 months
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@far-side-skies He's here hehe Dmitry Downwood. Captain of Cyclonia's squadron the Thunder Vipers, respected for his skills in battle. He's also the father of Aerrow Strike. I know, I know. Confusing, right? Well, I created an AU that I've only really talked about with a few friends on discord which I call the Red Sparrow AU. An AU in which Aerrow is not the son of Lightning Strike, but instead his nephew, and that his father is actually Cyclonian. His mother, Lana (another character I created for this AU. Lightning's stubborn thrill-seeker twin sister), and the Cyclonian meet by getting trapped on a Terra together and have to work together to survive. A true enemies to lovers story. The story is mainly focused on Aerrow and his journey of self discovery and accepting his heritage, so I haven't really gotten a chance to develop his parents more. But I'm working on it! Designing Dmitry was fun and I'm very proud about how his uniform came out.
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troublerats · 11 months
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Day 8 of posting two pieces of my old art a day "Must have been some kind of animal"
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squirrel-gay · 8 months
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here, let me just *transes your Ivy*
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roxxywolfmultiversa · 2 months
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Foxsparks humanized!
I humanized the pal called foxsparks and i drew him also he is 16 as well with gumoss.
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galaxyheartfans · 7 months
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Mickey Donald Goofy The Three Musketeers × 2023 Version
I used Shorty Beagle a 2023 Version! :)
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I think his a Shorty Femboy Scenecore🥲
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kips-delusions · 1 year
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what if harley was the bat ? i just wanted to have some fun designing a costume :3
watch the process here >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_75wky36Ew
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coopersgal · 7 days
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My OC Character Oshi got the same head tilt as Cooper Howard he would be proud not to mention Oshi embraced his inner cowboy.
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BONUS POLL: ROURKE FIGHT, AU VERSION VS. CANON VERSION
This was suggested by the same friend on Discord who suggested I start this blog, and I'm honestly kinda curious to see what happens (though based on their Hammer Trials, I think I can guess.)
Info on AU version: here (he belongs to @systemadministratorclu, who also did the image edit of him)
Canon version: you already know, and if you don't, Google/Wikipedia/something does.
[EDIT]: Assume both have the exact same military training/background. Because they do. (Knew I forgot something.)
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This has no bearing on their Hammer trials, this is solely for the amusement of Hammer Mod and others.
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drawn-corrosion · 7 months
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so if I had made my current oc obsession into a fan kwaiz, this would have been the result! still do not have a name for them yet, but I settled on giving them dream sembla since their actual iteration is a dream demon of some kind. where are the extra limbs I normally draw them with? i got lazy and couldn't figure out how to pose them switchlimbs. I think they would have been a cook or entertainer of some kind who on the side did assassin work or other targeted killing-type work. They seem like the type to enjoy a chase so I could see them sending premonitions of them killing their victims prior to actually carrying it out. This would have the added benefit of them being able to see how they react to violent confrontation and make a plan. To be clear, this isn't an official fan character (whatever that means), this is a kwaizified oc. But I'm real indecisive so if I can't figure out anything to do with their true iteration this may become the true iteration.
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happypanda101 · 1 year
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“The sun… I like the sun.”
“Then how about you chose a name which relates to that?”
Here is the clone boy! I’m super proud how this came out!
For those who don’t know; this is Taiyo. An oc I created based on a “what if” scenario in which Orochimaru, without Sasuke’s knowledge, creates a clone of the Uchiha to have the perfect solider once he takes Sasuke’s body. Originally, Taiyo was know as “Alpha.” In this scene, he’s choosing to give himself a new name, to start a new path which he has decided to go down. Taiyo means “sun” in Japanese. Taiyo learns to appreciate it, as he was confined to the dark labs for tests and training.
I’m very excited to write him for my Naruto multimuse : )
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troublerats · 11 months
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Day 8 of posting two pieces of my old art a day Maryanne Halia
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araminakilla · 10 months
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When you make an AU version of a character and they have opposite qualities regarding their canon selves, it doesn't mean you hate the original.
Sometimes it means you love that character SO much, you want to experience different "What ifs?" for them
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𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 & 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚
“ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? ”
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• 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
𝙄𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 18𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘, 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 25. 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚.
𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 & 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰 24/7
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