thought i’d post all the bois together! i love them all so much, i never thought i could put so much love and work into anything, and i cant wait to write whatever i can about their story. to those who are along for the ride, thank you so much, i probably wouldn’t put so much work into this if i was just yelling into a void <3
and again, thank you @blackberry-s0da for putting up with me and doing them all, i couldn’t have asked for better designs.
super long hair, lime green strands that fade to dark green
he has a CAPE. because FUCK YOU capes are cool
Character
ollie’s energy and enthusiasm + mars’ inner dorkiness and curiosity?
you obtain one (1) peak dumbass
never thought about any decision he’s ever made
would try everything. e v e r y t h i n g
talks a mile a minute
zappy boi! he has electrokinesis and is super fast
dances under the moonlight on top of buildings
a modern day robin hood
chaotic good
How he came to be
ollie wanted to know how it feels to have magic
so mars goes aight
but he's a dumbass so it doesn't go that way
and boom it makes them fuse
"I- what? this wasnt supposed to- haha, everything is so tingly- this was a mistake. no! I- you- not a mistake, no, never with you- me? who am I...?"
and then he just looks up at the moonlight and smiles and laughs in elation
because god damn it feels good to be alive
someone: *gets mugged*
ren: *drops on the bad guy and sends him flying with an electrified punch* gET FUCKED
someone: w-who are you??
ren:
ren: *smiles* I HAVE NO IDEA :D
(and then he jumps out of the alley like a fucking ninja)
the first night he exists, he steals from rich assholes to give to the homeless
he does the laser scene from Ocean’s Twelve
he only does it this time though, because he’s so hyper and not thinking at all
also ollie feels super guilty afterwards, because Stealing is Bad™
nobody:
not a single soul:
ren: IM GONNA COMMIT CRIMES… FOR THE GREATER GOOD! :D
(after he comes home at the mansion)
cecil:
cecil: i am not responsible for your rehab after you both come down from this.
ren: I DON’T GIVE A SHIT LMAO
ren: *unfuses*
mars: *magically drained and needs a nap*
ollie: *hyperactive and a little power-addicted*
ollie: CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN
mars: hhhnnnn no gimme five mmminutes- *passes out*
they were up running like a headless chicken all night
so of course ollie is more used to this kind of exercice
but mars is like "EVERYTHING HURTS AND I WANT DEATH"
mars: man am i outta shape
cecil: as i have been telling you for the past ten years-
mars: SHUT-
(ten years ago)
cecil: eat your vegetables so you can grow big and strong
mars: fuck that I want pancakes
(now)
mars: why don’t I have muscles??
ren: wHAT IS THIS FEELING OF POWER AND DRIVE
ren: IVE NEVER KNOWN
ren: I FEEL ALIV-
cecil: *from the basement* shut the FUCK up im doing important experiments!
ren: aw, you love me!
cecil: I despise your existence.
ren: awwwww Hennnn you miss them! Marv and Jackie will be back soon!
cecil: oh my fucking god I wish I was dead
aster: i could arrange that >:D
dave: now anti we talked about this, sometimes people say they want death but they don’t mean it
cecil: i mean it
dave: ceec nO-
Oliver knew of Aster’s weird views on pain; he apparently found it hilarious, being so different than the kind of pain his original body had known, back in his own realm. He and Mars often had to keep an eye on the fiend, or else they’d find him ‘playing’ with a kitchen knife or banging his head against a wall.
Hence why the subject of ‘Aster-proofing’ the mansion had come up a few times lately.
And whenever he went out -despite all their efforts to stop him- he always came back beaten and bloody, a manic, sharp-toothed smile on his tumefied face. Ollie had lost count of how many times they’d dragged the insane demon into Cecil’s new improvised office, the doc looking absolutely done every time.
But today was different. It looked like Aster had pissed off the wrong thug this time around.
The demon was lying prone at the end of an alleyway, hissing and snarling at him in warning. His black shirt was damp, his hands stained with blood.
Ollieie marveled at the sheer luck of the encounter; he’s been on his early evening patrol when he’d spotted the fiend’s writhing form in a dark alleyway. The vigilante usually would’ve left to his own devices -that deranged asshole- but the fact that Aster wasn’t masking his more, inhumane features had tipped him off to the fact that something was seriously wrong.
Ollie frowned, kneeled down next to the fiend. “Jesus, that’s a lot of blood. Did you take the knife out?”
“What if I did?”
“That was a stupid move. Now you’re gonna bleed out!”
Aster growled, curling up tighter around the stab wound on his stomach; his pitch black arms wrapped around his midsection, sharp claws digging into his sides. He’s reverted back to his base form a few minutes prior, not having the strength to keep up his disguise.
Physical pain had been new and strange for him, having been inhabiting this human-ish construct only for a few weeks. He’s been seeking out the thrill of novelty, the high than came with the sharp pain of a cut or the throbbing, dull ache of a bruise.
But this? This was too much. His body felt heavy as lead, compromising his ability to move around. He couldn’t think, couldn’t analyse, couldn’t parse the flow of information coming from his abused nerves. And he hated it.
This pain wasn’t fun. It was excruciating.
“Couldn’t leave it in,” he hissed, “Would’ve healed around it, and then it would’ve been a bitch and a half to remove.”
Ollie swore, fishing his phone out of his pocket and typing something rapidly. Aster stayed prone on the ground, twitching and hissing every so often as his healing factor kicked it, slow, frustratingly slow. Blood kept leaking out of the wound, forming a growing puddle under the demon, staining his clothes and pallid skin.
“There,” Ollie said, putting his phone away before reaching out to Aster. “I texted the doc, he’s on his way. Now we gotta-”
“Dont fucking touch me!” the imp sneered at the red-clad vigilante, scooting back against the wall. “I don’t need the good doctor’s help. I told you, I can regenerate.”
“Does your healing factor replenishes your blood too?”
Aster stayed silent, his black and acid green eyes burning holes into Ollie’s skull. The hero tsked. “Didn’t think so. Now if you won’t let me help, take this,” he handed a large piece of cloth to the injured fiend, “and press on the wound, hard.”
The demon stayed still for a few seconds, eyes darting between the human’s face and the cloth. Finally, he snatched it out of the vigilante’s hand and shoved it against his stomach, using both of his hands to press it in. The pain spiked again, drawing a yowl of agony from his throat, and for a split second all he could see was darkness.
He came back to a very startled-looking hero shaking him, his hands and hoodie smudged with dark crimson. He felt dizzy and nauseous, he noted with disgust; stupid fleshy human body. So fucking fragile and weak.
“Hey!” Ollie snapped his fingers in front of his face, catching his attention again. He let out a breath when he saw Aster’s eyes open blearily, acid green orbs among a sea of black. “Good, you’re still here. I thought you just up and died or something.”
“Why do you even care?” the imp drawled, slurring slightly; he really was out of his depth here, as much as he hated to admit it. ”You hate me.”
“I don’t like you, that’s for damn sure.” the human scoffed. “You stole my friend’s body and made me do a freaky ritual that you knew could’ve killed me.”
“I told you you could do it,” Aster smirked through the pain, “and that was the truth. You never asked me what would happen if you did.”
“A lie of omission is still a lie!”
“I beg to differ. I never lied to you, you humans are just stupid.”
“Fucking hell,” Ollie groaned, running a hand through his lime-colored hair. “You’re such a dick. Do you want me to leave you bleeding out here?”
“Why aren’t you?!” Aster snapped, annoyed and aggravated by the human’s illogical behavior. “You know the terms of our Deal. Nothing in it is binding you to do a damn thing to help me, so why?”
Ollie tilted his head, unfazed by the imp’s anger. “Because I’m a hero!” he said, his chest puffing up with pride. “And heroes don’t leave anyone behind. Even narcissistic assholes like you.”
Aster blinked, dumbfounded. He let out a sharp, mocking “HA!” before coughing, a few specks of blood landing on the ground next to him. “That was the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Doesn’t make it less true.” the red-clad hero shrugged. A chime from his pocket diverted his attention; he grabbed his phone once more, glancing at the screen. “Ah. Cecil texted back,” he explained, sitting back against the wall a few feet from the injured demon. “He’ll be here in five with some spare blood. Don’t know where he got it, not gonna ask. Think you can hang on ‘til then?”
“…I’ll be fine,” Aster croaked out, “you can hang around. But if you come any closer I will rip out your throat, Deal or no Deal.“
art by the amazing @blackberry-s0da (plz consider commissioning them they’re amazing)
Appearance
green eyes
brown hair, font dyed lime green
mixed race, caribbean descent, darker skin
stubble
vitiligo!
smol!! he’s like 5’3’’
lean muscles
bandaids!!!
Character
21 years old
real name not known, he only calls himself JBM or Jackie
anger issues, undiagnosed PTSD and ADHD
antsy boi! stimmy boi! he’s always bouncing on his feet or humming a tune or fiddling with his hair
aromantic asexual
brooklyn accent
trans boi, been on T for a few years, wears a binder cuz he can’t afford top surgery
pure of heart, dumb of ass. seriously, he’s such a dumb
but he does have street smarts
he drinks his respect women juice
extrovert, loves people
the kind of guy to record himself doing parkour and post it on tiktok
team hot cocoa
for the love of god please don’t give him coffee he’s enough of a jitterbug already-
wants a dog. prolly needs an emotional support one.
plays the drums. fished a beat-up set somewhere, would like a proper one
fights with his fists and a wooden staff
no special powers, just self-taught fighting skills, natural flexibility, talent at acrobatics and rigorous training
Backstory (pre-canon)
grew up in an abusive household, emotional and sometimes physical abuse
parents screamed at each other all the fucking time, father was an alcoholic
left home as soon as he was able to live by himself (16)
poor
lives in an apartment with two roommates: Max, a philipino sound designer and independent musician (they/them) and their girlfriend Nilanjana (Nana), a buff training coach from indian descent
he’s in a queerplatonic relationship with them: they cuddle and kiss on the forehead during movie nights and all that cute shit
he has a part-time day job to pay the rent and bills: he gives self-defense lessons
vigilante at night. gets hurt a lot. his roommates think he fights in an illegal fight club for extra cash and are worried about him
wants to save people and spread positivity wherever he goes
but he has the wrong way to go about it
basically he does the PMA thing wrong and thinks any kind of negativity is bad and tries to force himself to be happy all the time
not healthy, someone help this poor boi
one day he ends up crashing (litterally) at Marv’s place while injured...
Timeline: Arc 1 - Early days. one week before Mars and Ollie meet.
Warnings: minor injuries
“Really dude, I’m- ow!”
“Shut up and stop squirming, I’m almost done.”
Oliver pouted but complied, and Max almost laughed at his pitiful bruised face; the whole situation was absurd in itself. Here they were, seating across their walking disaster of a roommate on the living room couch at three in the morning, patching him up like some sort of nurse in a superhero movie.
Max scoffed as they ran the needle through the skin one more time. “You’re lucky I was the one awake. Nana would’ve given you an earful.”
They’d been working late -as they tended to do these days- when Ollie had shuffled through the apartment door, looking worse for wear. Max had dropped everything right here and then to berate him, harsh whispers and muffled laughter rising under the dim ceiling lights; as neither of them wanted to wake Ninanjala and face her wrath, they had to be quiet.
Ollie giggled, then hissed in pain; his split lip stung. “Yeah, she would’ve fussed over me like a bird mom. Prolly try to make me stay home for the day.”
Max raised a brow. “You do know you’ll still have to face her at some point today, right?”
“Ah, tits.”
“Yup. Speaking of…”
They tugged on the string -eliciting a low “ow” from their roommate- before snipping it cut with a pair of thin, metal scissors. They gestured towards Ollie’s chest, covered by his trusty, bright red hoodie. “You’ve been wearing that thing all day. Take it off.”
He groaned. “That an order?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is.”
He moaned dramatically, his hands reaching behind his back and under his clothes. After a few seconds of twisting and fiddling, they came back with his binder and laid it down on the coffee table. “There. Happy now?”
Max nodded and hummed in approval, gently grabbing Ollie’s face to inspect it. “Okay, eyebrow’s good enough. Here,” they crossed their legs and patted their thigh authoritatively. “Lay down for a sec, this will be easier. I think your lip needs some stitches as well.”
“Yes chief!”
They snorted as Ollie laid his head on their lap, and ran a hand though the lime green strands; they could feel his scruffy hair through the fabric of their sweatpants. “You’d tell me if you were in trouble, right? You’d tell us.”
“I’m not, I swear. No-one’s gunna come and burn the building down because I owe a crime boss money or some shit.”
Max rolled their eyes, fingers working the thread around the wound in automatic motions. “I just… I just hope you’re not putting yourself at risk.” they whispered. “I won’t baby you, I know you can take care of yourself, but… I also know how reckless you can be. So whatever it is you do out there… illegal cage fights or whatever-”
Oliver snorted at that.
“Don’t laugh, this is serious. You’re our partner. The three of us? Me, you, Nilanjana?”
They waved their free hand around, struggling to find the right words. “Whatever this thing is, it clicks. It works.”
“Mmh. It’s nice. Did I tell you guys how cute you are together? Cuz I don’t think I say it enough.”
“Don’t change the subject, dumbass. What I want to say is… we care. We want you to let us in, y’know?”
Ollie stayed quiet for a few seconds, then gave them a small, timid smile. “I’m okay.”
Max responded with a deadpan expression. The read-clad boy faltered slightly under their gaze. “…Probably. Maybe.”
Max sighed, cutting the thread once more; good enough for now. “Whatever, you human trainwreck.”
They patted his shoulder to get him to sit back up, smiling fondly as he stretched and yawned. They gently held his face and tilted forward, pushing their foreheads together and relishing in the warm contact. “Now get your ass into bed before my girlfriend gets up and goes all mama bear on you.”
“Awww, y’all are adorable.”
“Damn right. Want me to wake you up before your classes?”
“Nah, I’m good, got an alarm set up. But thanks.”
As Ollie disappeared down the corridor, Max couldn’t help but notice he was limping slightly. They frowned in barely-conceited concern and let out an irritated sigh, sinking back into the couch and covering their eyes.
They prayed to whoever would listen that he would still come back to them tomorrow. Just like they’d done every night for the last month, since the first time he’d come back beaten and bloody in the dead of the night.
Hey dude! I saw the prompts, could you do I'm okay! Probably, maybe. W/ Jackie and somebody of your choosing?
hey dude, thanks for the ask! yassss, perfect character to do this prompt with.so, this is part of my Moirai AU, more precisely the Early Days arc, where none of my guys have met yet. so jackie lives with his roomates and sneaks out to fight bad guys almost every night, and never lets anyone know that anything’s wrong.
————-“Really dude, I’m- ow!”
“Shut up and stop squirming, I’m almost done.”
Jackie pouted but complied, and Max almost laughed at his pitiful bruised face; the whole situation was absurd in itself. Here they were, seating across their walking disaster of a roommate on the living room couch at three in the morning, patching him up like some sort of nurse in a superhero movie.
Max scoffed as they ran the needle through the skin one more time. “You’re lucky I was the one awake. Nana would’ve given you an earful.”
They’d been working late -as they tended to do these days- when Jackie had shuffled through the apartment door, looking worse for wear. Max had dropped everything right here and then to berate him, harsh whispers and muffled laughter rising under the dim ceiling lights; as neither of them wanted to wake Ninanjala and face her wrath, they had to be quiet.
Jackie giggled, then hissed in pain; his split lip stung. “Yeah, she would’ve fussed over me like a bird mom. Prolly try to make me stay home for the day.”
Max raised a brow. “You do know you’ll still have to face her at some point today, right?”
“Ah, tits.”
“Yup. Speaking of…”
They tugged on the string -eliciting a low “ow” from their roommate- before snipping it cut with a pair of thin, metal scissors. They gestured towards Jackie’s chest, covered by his trusty, bright red hoodie. “You’ve been wearing that thing all day. Take it off.”
Jackie groaned. “That an order?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is.”
He moaned dramatically, his hands reaching behind his back and under his clothes. After a few seconds of twisting and fiddling, they came back with his binder and laid it down on the coffee table. “There. Happy now?”
Max nodded and hummed in approval, gently grabbing Jackie’s face to inspect it. “Okay, eyebrow’s good enough. Here,” they crossed their legs and patted their thigh authoritatively. “Lay down for a sec, this will be easier. I think your lip needs some stitches as well.”
“Yes chief!”
They snorted as Jackie laid his head on their lap, and ran a hand though the lime green strands; they could feel his scruffy hair through the fabric of their sweatpants. “You’d tell me if you were in trouble, right? You’d tell us.”
“I’m not, I swear. No-one’s gunna come and burn the building down because I owe a crime boss money or some shit.”
Max rolled their eyes, fingers working the thread around the wound in automatic motions. “I just… I just hope you’re not putting yourself at risk.” they whispered. “I won’t baby you, I know you can take care of yourself, but… I also know how reckless you can be. So whatever it is you do out there… illegal cage fights or whatever-”
Jackie snorted at that.
“Don’t laugh, this is serious. You’re our partner. The three of us? Me, you, Ninanjala?”
They waved their free hand around, struggling to find the right words. “Whatever this thing is, it clicks. It works.”
“Mmh. It’s nice. Did I tell you guys how cute you are together? Cuz I don’t think I say it enough.”
“Don’t change the subject, dumbass. What I want to say is… we care. We want you to let us in, y’know?”
Jackie stayed quiet for a few seconds, then gave them a small, timid smile. “I’m okay.”
Max responded with a deadpan expression. The read-clad boy faltered slightly under their gaze. “…Probably. Maybe.”
Max sighed, cutting the thread once more; good enough for now. “Whatever, you human trainwreck.”
They patted Jackie’s shoulder to get him to sit back up, smiling fondly as he stretched and yawned. They gently held his face and tilted forward, pushing their foreheads together and relishing in the warm contact. “Now get your ass into bed before my girlfriend gets up and goes all mama bear on you.”
“Awww, y’all are adorable.”
“Damn right. Want me to wake you up before your classes?”
“Nah, I’m good, got an alarm set up. But thanks.”
As Jackie disappeared down the corridor, Max couldn’t help but notice he was limping slightly. They frowned in barely-conceited concern and let out an irritated sigh, sinking back into the couch and covering their eyes.
They prayed to whoever would listen that Jackie would still come back to them tomorrow. Just like they’d done every night for the last month, since the first time he’d come back beaten and bloody in the dead of the night.
