Various small redesigns / me figuring out how to draw characters…
[ft a small doodle of a sentinel design for Alan by @faemorrigan !!] [also some notes below]
Phantom stranger
- not gonna lie I just really wanted to give him some more gold on his design, as well as some brighter aspects to clash with his darker suit
- his hair is a bit more like fire, with it floating a bit and pieces breaking off and fading too
- the spots under his eyes act like a sort of bioluminescence! Put under shadow they glow and give him resemblance to spiders with it looking like he has 8 eyes.
Kent Nelson
- I wanted to give him some sun damage on his skin, the worst is on his arms but there’s a bit on his face too.
- also due to prolonged use of the helmet, his eye shifted colour to yellow
- he has meat on his bones now bc i said so.
- his outfit resembles a little bit more of a classic adventurer’s outfit and is darker and more desaturated compared to Khalid
Khalid Nassour
- in contrast Khalid has lighter accents + brighter
- additionally I wanted to add gloves to his design to reflect him being a doctor and let him have baggier clothing that doesn’t exactly let you see his build. That and layers
- similar to Kent his eyes are slightly changed to gold, though the effects are less so.
Jay Nakamura
- wanted to keep his glasses. Bc I miss them
- more elements that are rounded + gave him a lot more parts of clothing that flow off him. Meant to be a lot looser compared to Jon’s tight suit.
Vic Sage
- mostly just wanted to mess around here and didn’t stray too far. However I have his coat some rips here and there + signs of repair
- also warm colours hidden under colder colours, and darker but warm gloves
WIP excerpt for CactusCat behind the cut; “Superboys Switch”.
(( chrono || non-chrono ))
“I’m going to handle the staff quick. Please don’t let my baby familial-relationship-to-be-decided hold the sword while I’m gone,” he says. The kid makes a face, then sticks out their tongue at him.
“Laaaaame,” they say. “You are a total stick in the mud, man.”
Jon . . . does not have a response to that, honestly. Jay’s barely-muffled snickering is not helping, though.
“We just need to establish a chain of custody here,” he tries, and the kid makes another face and then flips around in the air ‘til they’re upright again.
“How about Nightwing picks if I get to hold his badass sword or not?” they suggest. “It’s his badass sword. And I like Nightwing’s ideas better anyway. Nightwing’s ideas are, like, explodey.” They mime an explosion with both hands, wiggling their fingers as they throw their arms out dramatically. It’s still mercifully not a “lab” kind of impression, but also just weird to see a kid who looks this much like Dad doing. Jon just cannot picture his dad sticking his tongue out at him, okay?
. . . okay, well, technically he can now, but that’s besides the point.
“It is hardly as if it is going to cut itself,” Damian says, giving Jon a dubious look.
“Oh, I mean, I think I could?” the kid says, looking thoughtful. “But I’d have to really concentrate and I’m probably not smart enough to do it anyway, so yeah.”
“. . . not ‘smart’ enough?” Jon asks slowly, wondering how anyone would have to be “smart enough” or “concentrate” to cut themself.
“‘Subject’s mental processing power is developing at a rate of seventeen point seven percent below projected expectations’,” the kid very obviously quotes, linking their hands together behind their back. “‘Subject to be repurposed if rate decreases to twenty percent’.”
“. . . . . . ‘repurposed’,” Jon repeats even slower.
“Oh like for scrap,” the kid clarifies, pointing at themself. “‘Cuz some of the DNA or body parts might still be useful. Or like, just to make sure the next me’s built better?”
“Noted,” Jay says while Jon is boiling in active volcanic fury, which is very helpful while Jon doesn’t burst into a solar flare of rage in the middle of a basement and also leads into Jay asking another very good question: “Related question: are you a ‘next you’, kid?”
“Yeah,” the kid says, then holds up ten fingers, and then fists his hands and flashes another three. “I’m Experiment Thirteen. So like, I’m the twelfth ‘next one’. I don’t remember being any of the others, though, I dunno if they didn’t wake me up those times or what.”
Jon makes a careful mental note about that very concerning comment and the possible emotional fallout of the kid realizing that is in fact twelve other people who were . . . ‘scrapped’. Who weren’t just earlier versions of specifically them.
Then he boils in active volcanic fury and has a very hard time staying calm about it.
“Wow,” the kid says, blinking up at him. “Is that what heat vision looks like? Sick.”
Maybe Jon is not actually staying calm about this.
