so if drop the game is supposed to be a superhero thing....... can we know what the characters powers are gonna be?
Ooh! OH! Yes! While I wouldn't call them superheroes due to uh... what types of stories I write, I can absolutely tell y'all what the abilities are gonna be. <3
Pomni - So Pomni has a power very similar to Domino from the Marvel comics. She has minor psychic abilities and can shift the world around her to increase the odds of things going how she wants them to. In other words, she's REALLY lucky. However, she can't really do it on purpose. The TADC Agency want her to, but she just can't yet.
Ragatha - Transfer of injuries. Basically, if someone hurts her she can transfer the injury to them through skin to skin contact. She can also do this in reverse and take the injuries of others to herself to heal them. She can even do partial transfers to stabilize someone who's on deaths door and get it to a point where they'll both live.
Zooble - Shapeshifting. They can transform into any person they've seen. However, it's been so long since they've seen themself as themself that they no longer know what they originally looked like and just keep trying on new faces to find the one that fits.
Gangle - Y'know that episode of spongebob with the pencil? Well she is the pencil and can bring anything she draws to life in 2D. Though the materials she uses do effect the lifespan and durability of the item, as well as how well the item is drawn. If she dismisses the item or loses focus, it'll usually just fall to the ground like it's just a normal drawing.
Jax - He's got the worst of it because I like hurting him. He's a jackalope. No longer human, barely even a monster. He's still mentally himself but suddenly dealing with fur and antlers and bones shifting and twisting into something new. He's stronger, and faster, and in so much pain all the time. Also his eyes are shit now just like a normal rabbit.
Kinger - Insane levels of intelligence. Mans brain is it's own supercomputer. Unfortunately it is a VERY fried supercomputer. In creating him, he's nearly been destroyed. He has his uses, which is why TADC keeps him around, but he can't do any field work.
Caine - That's right, baby boy is another victim. His body has cartoon logic. If he gets punched, shot, launched off a cliff, then what happens will always be the most cartoony possible outcome. Whether that means launching the bullets back at the opponent or getting holes popped in him and deflating like a balloon. Yes, it does hurt, but that's not gonna stop TADC from continuing to send him into the field anyways <3
BLAMM
so, uhh, 4 of these are some good friends of mine (the 4 on the bottom right), but you SHOULD know the rest.
In order from left to right: Jart, gale, lani, rita, ren, jess, gabe, copykat, omen, sal, onyx, mirk, rachet, mort, narrah, tom, (the) butcher, "YOU", challa, sage, nana, zed.
pretty cool people.
there's a few more, but i'll show them off later! (aka probably below)
ANYWAY BASICALLY..
jartist superhuman au v2, yeah.
revamped abilities, brought in more of my characters, just big revamp in general. more under the cut!
BEFORE WE BEGIN!! the few other ones i wanted to show you!
yeah this is uhh, some of the other people's character (goober (appsmasher), and s'more)! their ability description has not been made yet, so that'll appear eventually!! but yeah! there's like 2 more on the way, soon.
TO BEGIN
Basically, uhh, abilities:
how do they work?
uhh, here. This BASICALLY explains everything about how abilities work. where do they come from??
genetic altercation or just form at random from genetic mutation. Can happen very rarely to just about anyone!
What are the characters' abilities???
I'm SOO glad you asked!!
uhh
yeah.
okay if you have any questions just let me know!!
also, also..
uhh, i made some.. erm
basically i've been making jjk panel redraws with them, here's like, all the ones i've made so far. (I bet you can't guess what panel they are..)
I was thinking about Wandavision the past couple of days, then I got back to thinking about my own Superhero/Superhuman/Mutant AU, and then I got to thinking about Hiccup and Viggo. (Because this fic needs a villain.)
Then I thought "why not do a role reversal?"
Like, Viggo is actually the good guy in this scenario while Hiccup finds himself falling into darkness. Maybe their journeys will even mirror that of their canon counterparts. Maybe Viggo learns something from Hiccup and Hiccup is the one with the redemption arc, brought back to the light by Viggo.
(it’s not exactly the format, but 19 and 20 just go So Well together, of course if you don’t wish to combine them then just 19 is fine :])
Weird
A/N: I know nothing about radio broadcasting systems, oops. I'll upload to ao3 and link it in a reblog, if anyone would rather read there.
Word Count: 1.9k
Ship(s): Dukeceit, Platonic Logan and Janus, Platonic Virgil and Janus
CWs: fighting, bad sibling relationship, blood, injuries, major character death, grief, depression (because of the grief)
It had been a weird few months; Janus would readily admit that. Dating one of the city’s foremost superheroes was definitely weird, considering Janus’s own occupation. Hell, he was pretty sure Remus was thinking about proposing.
And he was scared. Scared Remus would find out who he was, scared Remus would figure out he didn’t want Janus anyway, scared Remus would finally listen to Roman and kick him to the curb.
Then again, Remus didn’t exactly like his brother. He did love Roman, certainly, but that never quite translated into liking him.
Either way, Janus was determined to ruin this on purpose before he could ruin it by just being Janus. He didn’t really have the words for these thoughts and feelings yet; that would come later, in the aftermath.
Janus figured it was time. He’d been working on this plan for a long while. And, he had justified many times, it was for the greater good. The machine Logan had built was positively genius. It would be a fantastic equalizer, if only for a couple weeks. So what if he lost his own powers; he never asked for this, any of this, anyway.
“Are you ready?,” Logan asked.
No. “Yes,” Janus lied. He was good at that, lying. He’d been lying to himself for so long that it was hard to know what he felt anymore. But he knew what he felt about the “heroes,” and the other villains, too.
The plan was relatively simple. Get Logan to the radio station to plug in the (bulky, unwieldy) device without letting him get killed. Simple. Easy? No, not easy. Because as soon as someone spotted Deceit, they’d call for the heroes. And then there’d be a whole commotion. So, Janus went in disguise, he and Logan in civilian clothes, wheeling a dolly with a crate containing the device down the sidewalk. No one paid them any mind, which was remarkable, given Janus’s scars. Then, again, he wore his hood low over his brow.
The radio tower was old, but sturdy. It had been built to last. He shed his bulky jacket once they’d gotten to the roof and begun climbing the tower. Logan hauled the device up in a large sack slung across his back. All they needed was the broadcaster at the top. It was simple. It was… easy. Too easy. Something should’ve gone wrong by now. Something always went wrong.
Janus sat on a beam a few meters from the top of the tower, letting Logan do the technical work. He needed to watch for them. And, speak of the devil. Roman flew over. If Janus hadn’t put up his forcefield, over himself and Logan, in time, Roman may have killed him. Roman never had known how to control his temper. Janus only knew the identities of all the heroes because of Logan’s hacking skills. The Prince may have been more forgiving than Roman in the public eye, but no one was around to see, that Janus could find, anyway. He had no doubt that Roman could just say it was an accident, and people would believe it.
Virgil appeared next, sweet Virgil. The vigilante just watched. He never picked a side until he knew what the fight was about. But Janus didn’t plan on monologuing, not this time.
“It’s ready!,” Logan called.
“Not yet! On my signal,” Janus replied.
Patton bounded into the deserted street, superhuman strength and speed making him far more intimidating than he looked. Remus was right behind him. Remus. Remus, with no powers, just the best martial arts and self-defense training and a desire to help. Remus, who told Janus every day that he loved him. Janus wished he could believe he was worthy.
Remus was the one to begin the climb up the tower. The others generally knew to stay out of his way when it came to Deceit. Deceit fired him up more than any other villain.
Janus readied himself, standing slowly and carefully on the steel beam. Don’t look down, don’t do it.
Remus swung himself up onto the beam, standing gracefully. He was so goofy, most of the time. But when he wanted or needed to be, he was scarily agile and graceful.
Deceit sneered. “Hello, Duke.”
“Deceit,” Remus acknowledged. “What’s the big scheme today?,” he asked with a wild smile.
“Oh, nothing much,” replied the villain. “I wouldn’t even worry about it, if I were you.” Because Remus had nothing to worry about. He would be fine.
Janus, it turned out, had a lot to worry about.
Remus tackled him, and Janus thought, for just a split second, You idiot! Then they were falling.
“Deceit!,” cried Logan.
Janus could barely hear the others calling for Remus with the wind whistling through his hair, over his ears.
The next few occurrences happened in slow motion.
Janus’s mask was whipped from his face by the wind.
Recognition flashed across Remus’s face.
Remus kicked the tower to turn them over in the air.
They hit the roof of the radio station, hard, and went crashing through it, into one of the studios.
The DJ screamed, then stared at them in shock.
Janus scrambled to his feet. He wasn’t hurt, at least not that he could tell. He looked down at Remus, who was groaning in pain. “Re!”
Remus pushed himself away from Janus the best he could, eyes narrowed in distrust.
“I–”
“Don’t say a word, fiend!,” exclaimed The Prince as he barreled into the room.
Janus barely managed to throw up another forcefield before Roman could get to him. He pressed Roman back as far as he could manage.
“I knew there was a reason I didn’t like you!,” Roman spat. Janus flinched.
Patton and Virgil came into the studio then. Patton gasped when he saw Janus’s face, and Janus couldn’t meet his eyes. He looked to Virgil, who gave him an odd look. Something guarded and careful, but oddly emotional.
Patton went to his knees next to Remus, speaking to him in hushed tones. Remus didn’t seem to be able to speak.
The radio DJ finally managed to get close enough to the door to make their escape.
“I’m sorry for this,” Janus said. “I truly am.”
“Wha–” Roman didn’t get to finish his question.
A tremor ran through the ground beneath them. “Outside, now!,” Virgil yelled. He obviously sensed what was coming.
They all scrambled to get out, Patton helping Remus. Janus stayed put. Thank you, Logan.
As the building crumbled around him, he wondered if this was a fitting karmic punishment. He supposed there was some poetic justice for his crimes to be had in dying to one of his own schemes.
When he saw Remus before him, he was unsure whether it was real. Remus shouldn’t be there. Remus was supposed to be outside, where it was safe–or, safer.
Then arms were wrapped around him tightly, and he began to cry. He cried for himself, for Remus, for what he had done. Distantly, he hoped the others were okay.
More urgently, he felt the power, the very strength, draining from his body. Something hit him on the head, and he fell, ripped away from Remus by the falling debris.
When he was a bit less dazed, he stood. The buildings all around them were collapsed. Roman, Patton, and Virgil lay on the ground, Logan nearby. Janus felt blood trickle down his face. “Their powers, they’ve been disrupted. We did it… Victory is mine.” He didn’t feel victorious.
“At what cost?,” a familiar voice asked, weak but passionate. “Look around you! There were people in those buildings! How many have you killed?!”
Janus whirled to face Remus, then flinched back at his words. Then he noticed Remus’s hand clutching at his opposite side. He noticed the tears in his outfit. He noticed the cut across his cheek. Red oozed from between the fingers on his side, and Janus felt sick.
He took a step toward Remus, and Remus growled. “Stay away!”
Remus was getting paler by the moment, blood spilling into the dust beneath his feet.
Roman and the others seemed to be recovering. By the time they were all three standing, Remus had collapsed.
Janus rushed to his side, putting up a forcefield around the two of them without even thinking about it. Roman was trying to get in. He wanted in. Janus could only see Remus, and barely that through the tears that blurred his vision. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I never meant to– to–”
Remus’s expression softened. Even as angry as he was… He reached up with his free hand to cup Janus’s face, rubbing the falling tears away with his thumb. “I believe you… I do…” he shifted, then gasped in pain. Janus sobbed louder.
Remus took his hand away from Janus’s face, much to Janus’s dismay, and pulled a pendant from underneath his shirt. Except it wasn’t a pendant. It was a ring. Gold, with a beautifully cut onyx stone. “I love you,” Remus whispered, pulling the chain until it broke, then pressing the ring into Janus’s hand firmly.
“I love you, too,” Janus sniffled. “Please, just… Just don’t leave me!”
But it was too late. Remus’s eyes slipped closed. He was still breathing, but Janus knew he wouldn’t wake. He let himself grieve for maybe five more seconds before staggering to his feet. He kept his forcefield up, though he let Remus out as he backed away. He watched numbly as Roman fell to his knees next to him, barely hearing the anguished wail.
While the heroes were distracted, he grabbed Logan, and he ran. He ran back to his secret lair. He let go of Logan only once they were inside, then he went into his office, and he locked himself in.
It would take days of coaxing from Logan, then Logan and Virgil, to get him out. His office was destroyed when they got him to come out, to eat and drink and sleep in a proper bed in the saferoom. He didn’t leave the lair for weeks. Virgil and Janus regained their powers at some point in that time. If the heroes had only known it was temporary… If he’d only known how big the shockwave would be…
“Leave me alone!,” he snapped so many times at them. They often got frustrated, but they would only leave for short amounts of time. They were there for him. He resented that.
-
Janus hid himself in his, frankly, excessive amounts of clothing. It may have been over the top, but at least it made him feel a bit safer from prying eyes. The yellow bouquet felt heavy in his hands. He knelt to place it in front of the headstone.
“I brought you flowers… Just wish you were around to enjoy them.” He laughed to himself. “That’s terribly morbid. But not the kind of morbid you would have liked… You probably wouldn’t like the flowers either. Too sappy or whatever… But that’s what people do, when they visit… these places, so…” He sighed shakily, wiping away tears. “I should go. Virgil’s waiting in the car, and I don’t want anyone to see me… I love you.”
He waited for a moment for an answer, any kind of sign Remus heard him.
There was nothing.
Janus supposed that was fitting.
It had been a weird few months. And Janus would readily admit, his life had been changed, forever.
