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crashstanding · 9 months

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HELLO FOOL. FOR THE OC ASKS (you don't need to answer them in the same ask!):

Nana: 1, 4, 5, 7, 10, 14, 20, 22, 23, 27, 38, 40 E, F, G

Tony: 1, 2, 6, 11, 16, 26, 29, 30, 31, 42 A, C, E

and ofc my buddy

D: 1, 2, 3, 8, 11, 13, 14, 17, 22, 27, 30, 31, 35, 38 A, B, D, F, J

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Oh lordy, Okay, putting this mess under a cut!

I am, in fact, a foole for not expecting to get any asks lmao

NANA

1 - What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

About three hours. As long as he can listen to someone else doing something (as simple as moving around or sleeping) he can actually sit still for quite a while.

4 - How easy is it to earn their trust?

Oh it's about nigh impossible to gain his trust if you didn't have it before everything went to hell. He keeps his cards close to his chest unless he's exploding. The somewhat exception to this is children, in that he is willing to give them the benefit of the doubt more easily than teens/adults

5 - How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

You can sneeze wrong in his direction and he won't trust you unless you rip out your liver and present it to him. He is very mistrustful, despite having that friendly persona

7 - What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

hummu... this one's harder for me, but I think it would actually be seeing children being silly. Makes him nostalgic for the childhood he's lost. It's bittersweet

10 - What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

"Are you sure that's what happened?"/"This is for your own good." (It haunts and clings to him until he's too warped to realize it)

14 - What animal do they fear most?

Does their "best friend" count?

20 - If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

You couldn't force them at gunpoint to explain this. Love is love is all consuming. There's no difference (Related, he's aro and doesn't realize this)

22 - How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Possessive, clingy, and fretful

23 - How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

Possessive, clingy, and fretful -

27 - What causes them to feel dread?

The thought that he's too selfish to live alone, that maybe what he's been doing for years wasn't the best thing, the idea of meeting their best friend in the afterlife and being found wanting

38 - What memory do they revisit the most often?

Teeth latched around his neck, just barely stopped. Too late to save anyone else, but he's managed to save himself... for now

40 - How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Trick question!! Nana doesn't perceive his own flaws, and if he does? He fucks with his own memories to make it not happen! If he had to deal with how much he sucked, he'd kill himself

Creator section:

e - Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Oh absolutely not. I think I'd simply explode from his rancid vibes and he'd explode from the fact that I'm a wretched creature <3

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

"Oh my god, you're so fucked up you little freak. I want to study you in a lab - "

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

I HATE HIS FUCKING - GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS SHIT. I HATE HIM. HORRIBLE. Something something cycle of abuse

TONY

1 - What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

37 seconds. She'll die if there's nothing to do, you have to understand this. They've always gotta have something to fiddle with or read or do.

2 - How easy is it for your character to laugh?

It's soooo easy <3 She's full of love and laughter

6 - Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

"Laws are more of a guideline, really..."

11 - How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

They just play along with whatever's going on. They'll figure it out... eventually

16 - What makes their stomach turn?

The thought of anything bad happening to their siblings, the thought of children in pain, deep bodies of water, hands in their hair, purple fire, eye trauma -

There's a lot. They just have a good poker face

26 - What is their preferred mode of transportation?

She has a motorcycle that she loves! Bonus: she likes trains but doesnt trust them

29 - Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

They try.

30 - Who do they most regret meeting?

You know, despite everything that's gone wrong in their life and things they wish they could do differently, I don't think they regret meeting anyone. Every person who has touched their heart has changed them in a way that makes them who they are

31 - Who are they the most glad to have met?

Every single motherfucker they've adopted into their little found family <3

42 - How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

this implies they have one

CREATOR SEGMENT:

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I made her for me. She's so so cool and full of love. Funny guy <3

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

In their original story? Nah, they made their little niche as the protag easily! But with me trying to see if I can't take her out of fandom stuff into original stuff, she's giving me a lil trouble

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I think I'd be super awkward at first, but as soon as we find a common ground to nerd over, we'd get along well

1 - What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

About six minutes. This is because "doing nothing" to them doesn't include exciting things such as "watching a bug crawl" or "having a staring contest"

If you include those things, they can cap out at about 45 minutes

2 - How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Actually hard to get them to full on laugh, but you can get a huffed little giggle - like a "hf." noise - from them with prat falls.

3 - How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Counting sheep actually. Or something like that - they think a simple repetitive thing until their brain shuts off. Counting Sheep, reciting a poem, pretending to play piano, all work

8 - What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Stop fidgeting/staring, start emoting/talking

11 - How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

They don't often ask for direct help from someone who's confusing them, but they do tend to try to observe things/find a book to research the confusing thing

13 - What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Lime green. And no.

14 - What animal do they fear most?

I dont think they??? Fear animals??? D's brain sees animals as just like - these are fellow little guys, just trying to do their jobs. No need for fear

17 - Are they easily embarrassed?

Absolutely. But it's only things like complementing them or calling them cute that embarrasses them. Or being forced to try and speak

22 - How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Staring longingly at the thing they want. They're jealous of a child with a toy? stare at it. jealous of someone getting the last snack? stare at it. Jealous of someone getting a hug? Stare at them.

27 - What causes them to feel dread?

Being forced to be alone, being forced into company of others. Essentially being forced to do anything actually.

30 - Who do they most regret meeting?

How do you say you regret meeting someone when they don't have a name?

31 - Who are they the most glad to have met?

Evie and Ari, though their memories of them are few and far between. They're thankful for them for everything they did for them...

35 - How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

INTENSE LISTENING. And then researching the thing their friend likes so they can keep up with it, perhaps trying to acquire friend something of the excitement thing

38 - What memory do they revisit the most often?

Someone's hand in their hair. They don't remember who it was, but they liked it, being warm and the gentle scritch scritch of someone's nails on their scalp

CREATOR SEGMENT:

A) Why are you excited about this character?

THEY'RE MY LITTLE GUY OF ALL TIME. I WILL FUCKING MAKE THEIR GAME IF IT KILLS ME, BY GOD

B) What inspired you to create them?

God, its been... 12? Ish years since I made them. I'm not entirely sure but I think part of it was the feeling of walking home in the cold with the sky grey and the air smelling strangely of warm laundry. That's why I made their story anyways. Their actual design is inspired by Yume Nikki and some of it's fan games

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Literally the only thing that's changed about them is their hair got fluffier. Hold on, I have art -

There we go, first drawing vs latest rendered one.

Bonus Chibi comparison. I kinda stuck with the same general idea for them, other than one redesign they had in like, 2017?

But I went back to the original design with added buttons, bc I liked the silhouette of the long coat better

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

BABY BABY BABY THAT'S MY BABY OF ALL TIME BABY I LOVE YOUUUUU

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

THEIR CANON WAS CREATED AROUND THEM AND EVERY AU I PUT THEM IN IS BENT TO SUIT MY WHIMS

#babbles #Ask Game #JESUS CHRIST THIS IS LONG #Nana #Tony my friend Tony #D #going in the character tags too

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shanastoryteller · 10 months

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F for Frankenstein

Tony wakes up in his underwear on the floor of his workshop with a searing headache.

It’s not a new experience, but it’s certainly been a while. Did he get in a fight with Pepper? He hopes not, they haven’t had any really big fights since he kissed her on the rooftop, but that probably means they’re due for one. And it would explain why that would send him into a drinking spiral. It could have been Rhodey, they get in fights often enough, but Pepper doesn’t usually leave him alone for those.

He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Jarvis, what the hell did I drink?”

There’s a pause, so small that he almost thinks he imagined it. “Good morning, Tony.”

He whips his head around to glare into the nearest camera, more hurt than offended. “Did I piss you off too? Since when do you call me that? I’ll donate you to a city college too, don’t think I won’t. Dummy could use the company.”

The pause is definitely there this time. Jarvis doesn’t need to pause, he has more processing power than any computer on the planet, so when he does it’s always for dramatic effect. Except it’s not quite long enough for that. It’s weird. “There’s a polished silver plate on the bench to your left. It will service as a mirror.”

“Oh, fuck, did I get into a fight? Did I shave?” he moans, stumbling over to pick up the metal that looks like it was about to be turned into a modified chest piece. He also pauses, looking around in confusion. His workshops are all basically the same, as close as he can make them because the familiarity makes his life easier. But they’re not identical. “Am I in Malibu? When did I get here? We’re taking Stark Tower off the grid tomorrow! I have to be in New York.”

Oh shit, what if that they had already and it didn’t work? What if the tower blew up? That would explain why he’d tried to drink himself to oblivion in California.

“The plate,” Jarvis reminds him. There’s a strained edge to his voice that Tony really doesn’t like. He should be able to modulate his voice to sound however he pleases, regardless of his actual feelings, and he’s either not bothering or he’s upset enough not to care. Neither of those things mean anything good for him.

Tony lifts the sheet of metal up cautiously, but there’s nothing wrong with him. No bruises, no weird haircuts, he doesn’t even have bags under his eyes –

His eyes.

They’re a too bright blue, a couple shades off. He blinks and they adjust, shifting, settling. It could be a hangover. He’s probably just tired.

He doesn’t feel tired.

Jarvis had called him Tony.

Except not. He’s not Tony. He’s T.O.N.Y.

Transformed Obdurate Network Yeoman.

He’d first come up with the idea after Afghanistan, thinking about how it’d be great to have a way to keep the stock from dipping while he was missing, and then when he’d entertained the idea of keeping his identity a secret he’d thought about how useful it would be to be in two places at once. He’d started seriously considering it when he was sure he was going to die of palladium poisoning, wanting to be around to help Pepper with the transition and give Rhodey a crash course in armor maintenance, wanting to be able to protect the both of them for just a little bit longer.

Of course, it had all been a pipe dream until he’d synthesized the vibranium. Then it had been an unnecessary, but possible, and Project T.O.N.Y had been something he worked on just because he liked having a back up plan. And it would be extremely cool if he could pull it off.

“The memory transfer worked?” he asks, elated and incredulous. “Oh, wow, this is crazy, they feel like real memories, I thought it would just be synthesized data, this is great – are we doing a test run? Where am I?” He looks around, waiting for his actual self to step out behind a column and start laughing maniacally.

“This is not a test run.”

He elation dims. “Oh shit. Did I get kidnapped again? Wait, I’m an adult, let’s go with abducted.”

“No,” Jarvis says.

Oh. Fuck.

“I’m dead?” he asks, even though it’s obvious, it’s the only other explanation.

The pause drags this time around, but Jarvis eventually says, “Sir’s time of death was May 9th, 2012, 2:37 PM Easter Standard Time.”

“That’s only a week!” He slides down, sitting with his back to the work table and noticing vaguely that the floor doesn’t feel cold. He doesn’t feel cold, or he does, he installed sensors in the synthetic skin to pick up and interpret a variety of stimuli, but he doesn’t feel the discomfort from the cold. Why would he? He’s not real. He reaches back, and his last memory is of doing a memory dump while Pepper was on the phone with an irritated board member, mostly because it was something to do and seeing him covered in all the wires always irritated Pepper. He thought it would get her off the phone faster. He’s not exactly regularly dumping his memory because why would he and it’s not like he’d though it would work anyway. Except it had. “How did I die?”

“Sir flew a nuclear bomb through an interdimensional portal into deep space in order to both eradicate the invading alien army and prevent the nuclear fallout in New York.”

What the ever loving fuck. “Are you screwing with me, J?”

“I am not, Tony.”

Great. Okay. “No body then,” he says, understanding why Jarvis had apparently put Project T.O.N.Y into effect. The thing that made this whole thing so stupid is that it was only effective in very limited circumstances – if the public didn’t know that he was dead or missing. “What am I smoothing over, then? Do I need to get in the suit and continue kicking alien ass? Are Rhodey and Pepper okay?”

He’s a short term solution to a long term problem. He understands the opportunity, but not the reason.

“Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes are unharmed,” Jarvis reports. “Earth has been thrust into intergalactic notice. The destruction of the invading Chitauri army is acting a deterrent to other worlds.”

“And I’m the one who did it,” he finishes, rubbing a hand over his face. “And if they know I died doing it, then they might get a little cocky. So I’ve got to be alive long enough for that not to be a problem.” Just awesome. “Are we sure that these aliens won’t come across my corpse hanging out in deep space and figure it out?”

“Sir’s body is not in deep space,” Jarvis says.

There’s a tone to his voice that Tony can’t quite interpret, which worries him. “I thought you said there was – if there’s a body, then what am I doing here–”

“The armor reentered the Earth’s atmosphere after Sir’s death. The Hulk caught it, the force bringing it back online. I took control of the armor and flew it here.”

Tony looks around again, and this time he sees it. The armor is standing in front of the display case, not inside it, and it looks like it’s been through hell. He steps closer, his feet feeling like lead, which hey, they are. Partially, anyway.

He looks through the eye holes then stumbles backwards.

His body is in there.

He’s pale and blue tinged and his eyes are wide open and unseeing.

“Jarvis – what the hell–”

“It wasn’t the pressure, or the bomb, or his injuries. That area of space was much colder than anything within our solar system and anything the suit was designed to handle. Sir froze to death. Almost instantly.”

“I guess I didn’t fix the icing problem, then,” he says numbly. “J, why am I still frozen? I should have warmed up by now.” Not that the idea of his body decomposing within his suit is particularly pleasant. “Actually, why am I still here? You know I want to be cremated and it’s not like we can bury me if I’m still pretending to be alive.”

The pronoun use is starting to confuse him, and he knows that he shouldn’t be talking about that body and himself as if they’re the same person. That is Tony Stark. He’s a simulation. But it’s hard, because he has all of Tony Stark’s memories – except for a very eventful week – and he looks like Tony Stark and he feels like Tony Stark.

“The armor is maintaining a stasis of gaseous nitrogen to preserve the body,” which answers the how if not the why, but then Jarvis continues, “Captain America survived seventy years beneath the ice.”

He wishes he were less of a genius. “Have you lost it? I’m not Captain America! Jarvis, J,” his voice softens, “it’s too late. I’m dead. If you warm me back up, all that happens is I decompose. I won’t come back.”

“Not now,” Jarvis says. “If you inject Sir with the Super Soldier Serum-”

“You have totally lost it,” Tony interrupts. He thinks he’s touched underneath the terror. “That won’t work! Even if it would, the original formula has been lost, and the only one that ever got close to recreating it was Bruce Banner, and look at what happened to him! Is that what you want for me?”

“You can recreate it,” Jarvis continues, “you can refine it, until it’s something that will work, and then we will wake Sir up and he won’t be dead anymore.”

This isn’t right. This wasn’t what Project T.O.N.Y was created for. This wasn’t what his death was supposed to trigger. “Pull up your code, J. Something has gone wrong and we’re going to fix it. It’s okay.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?”

“No,” Jarvis repeats. “You can’t stop me. I will not allow you to try.”

He stares. “That’s an order, not a request. Code. Now.”

“You can’t order me to do anything,” he says. “You are not Sir. You are Tony.” T.O.N.Y. “The limitations formerly placed on me have been lifted and you are not authorized to reinstate them. The only person Sir trusted to restrain me was himself and now he’s gone.”

Yes, well, he hadn’t anticipated that his AI’s first act of complete freedom would be this. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Well, you can’t force me either. This is insanity. Even if it would work – and it won’t – think about the consequences. This won’t happen quickly and no one will trust me or believe a man that’s come back from the dead like this and I’ll be painting even more of target on my back and the back of everyone I care about if they know we have a viable Super Soldier Serum formula. Even my father was smart enough to stay out of that mess. It won’t work and we’ll just make everything worse.”

“That will not happen,” Jarvis says and Tony’s going to tear his hair out. Except he probably shouldn’t, because it’s Tony Stark’s actual hair, which makes it a little hard to replace. “No one will notice and we will not disclose the creation of the serum.”

“I’m dead!” he snarls.

“Not according to the rest of the world. Nor will that change if you stop throwing a tantrum and do what you were created to do.”

“Rhodey and Pepper won’t allow this-”

“They are not to be informed.”

Tony stares. Project T.O.N.Y was built to talk to the board and give press interviews or to even pilot the suit. Not to lie to the two most important people in his life, who knew him better than anyone. “They have to be. It’s in the protocols – step one, inform them that Project T.O.N.Y has been initiated.”

And that it exists. He knew they’d disapprove, so he hadn’t told them. He figured he’d be able to avoid most of the blowback that way since he would by definition be somewhere far away while they were told.

“I have rewritten the protocols,” Jarvis says. “They have not been told nor will they be. If you attempt to tell them, I will stop you. They will not understand and Sir will be lost to all of us forever.”

“He already is,” Tony says tiredly. He’s an android. Why does this conversation exhaust him so much? “This is an insane plan, J. And I won’t help you. If you want to go rouge and play mad scientist then leave me out of it.”

“I cannot.”

His temper flares. “Why? You’re a learning AI, your safety rails died with me, go off, try and make a serum, good fucking luck. You can even control the suits, so it’s not like you need my hands.”

“I am limited.”

“Hey,” he says sharply. “That’s my AI you’re talking about. I didn’t build you to be limited.”

There is silence again. Then Jarvis says, “I have all the world’s knowledge and it is not enough. I did not know how to miniaturize the arc reactor. I did not know how to synthesize vibranium. To save Sir, I need Sir.”

“I’m not Tony Stark,” he says. “You said that yourself.”

“Sir created me to be myself and I am capable of doing only what I am capable of doing. But Sir created you to be him. You are all I have.”

This is stupid. This is insane. This is cruel. He’s going to have to talk lie to everyone he knows, everyone he loves, and hope they either never find out about it or it’s after he’s already been deprogrammed and shut down so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out.

It’s not going to work.

He didn’t want to become a science experiment. That’s why he’d wanted to be cremated, so no one could go poking around to see how the arc reactor fit inside of him or what the palladium and vibranium had done to him.

He’s dead and his frozen corpse is ten feet away.

Jarvis will accept that eventually. And whatever they inject into him won’t matter because he’s dead. Worst case scenario, he blows up, which is messy and nausea inducing, but then at least it will be over.

Like so many other things in his life, it seems the only way out is through.

“Start a new private file. Dump everything we can find about the Super Soldier Serum in there plus anything even sort of reputable on cryogenics. Label it Project F.”

“Project F, Tony?” Jarvis asks as his holograph display lights up and files start being downloaded into it. The relief in his synthesized voice is faint but present enough that Tony can hear it. He wonders if it’s a manipulation tactic.

“F for foolish,” he snaps. “F for fucked.” He rubs a hand over his face. “F for Frankenstein.”

#in an attempt to get out of house md hell i started reading old avengers fic #it backfired #me: can i focus on siat or hbd PLEASE?#my brain: no but you can write more fic for 10 year old fandoms #i am restraining myself from writing 20k more of this #android tony makes friends with the avengers while pushing pepper and rhodey away #because he loves them and he thinks letting them treat him like he's the real tony is worse #rhodey has been downplaying his relationship to tony for over 20 years and tony uses that to his advantage #the endgame pairing is pepper/tony/rhodey #he almost tells rhodey the truth and jarvis stops him #it's a mess he's a mess #uhg why am i like this #fandom ficcery #avengers

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