#oc: suranga fernando

[aurriearts]

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made to fit in anywhere // at home nowhere

[autistic-sidestep]

i think we as a fandom are sleeping on the potential of mortumstep getting creative when getting freaky. mortum's an inventor specialising in miniaturisation tech. their dr mortum suit had tentacles. telekinesis. do you see where im going with this.

[kidhellion]

ockissweek 2025 day two! lets hear it for day 2!!

sura (right) belongs to @autistic-sidestep

[defira85]

Sat here for 10 minutes trying to think of something witty or clever to say and came up blank, but I painted! @aurriearts was proud of my art practice and offered up an art trade and I decided that meant I needed to do just way too much in order to challenge myself and make sure he didn't regret asking me

So. This is his Sidestep from Fallen Hero, Suranga Fernando! Why is Sura in what looks like a bad part of London instead of Los Diablos? Who knows! That's the fun of it.

Thank you for the challenge Chris, and I hope you like it <3

[sidesteppostinghours]

google search what to do if obsessed with somebody elses ocs

[firststrikerr]

OC Kiss Week #3 — Refraction

Irritatingly, Marion wordlessly regards you, openly dissecting your guarded expression. You can feel their mind hover around yours, probing you from just out of swatting range. “Want to know what I think?” they begin. A part of you wants to respond that no, you don’t, but you suspect that won’t deter them from saying their piece. “I think that you really don’t like being out of your depth.”

2970 words, featuring @autistic-sidestep's Suranga Fernando.

(Technically past the deadline and barely scraping by my self-imposed rule to keep it under 3k words. Help)

Return of the Reverse Sidestepverse. This one focuses more on the AU's reversals, so some context to have handy in addition to the Rat Council:

"Levelhead" is Psychopathor, but as a corporate hero. Part of the old guard, from times when being a hero meant something. But staying this long in the scene wears down even men like him. Widely respected.

"Harbinger" is Herald's villain self. Though he was once a hero, he quickly grew disillusioned by how performative it all was. Currently securing publicity for the Rangers by picking fights with these so-called heroes and showing the world how incompetent they actually are.

Suranga Fernando. Argos.

“I think I might be slightly disappointed,” Marion drawls, swirling the melting ice in their untouched glass of rum before setting it back down.

“About what?” you ask, though you’re mostly occupied with feeling disoriented by the crystal clarity of your mind. You keep expecting the dampeners to kick in any second now and muffle the bustle around you, like a sack thrown over your head, but the pressure never comes no matter how long you wait.

“About this place.” They prop their chin up with their hand, elbow resting on the table’s edge. “It’s too easy when the name is the exact same, down to the lack of apostrophe.”

The name isn’t the only thing that Joes retained through alternate realities—it also kept the same owner, the same location, and the same jukebox playing the same music. There are even several individuals that you recognize among the patrons.

Except, if anyone asks you, the similarities only makes this place feel even more wrong. Just like the rest of this accursed world, everything is the same but in none of the ways that matter. The familiar faces don’t wear the scars that they do back at home. In place of the quantum roulette, a karaoke setup awaits its next challenger.

Worst of all, you feel out of place—seated at your usual booth, but as the wrong self. As Suranga Fernando, not Juno. Picking up on thoughts that you shouldn’t be privy to, at least not within the four walls of this bar. No need for dampeners when the mundane clients have don’t have the same need for discretion.

And well, it doesn’t help that your present company is nowhere near as pleasant as the good doctor’s.

“You really do make a challenge out of everything, don’t you?” you huff, taking a sip from your own whiskey. Another wrong burn down your throat. They didn’t have Juno’s usual bottle on shelf.

They shrug. “Don’t act like you aren’t playing the same game. We wouldn’t be sharing the cork board otherwise.”

“The difference is that I consider easy answers just as respectable as the hard ones,” you shoot back, pursing your lips when you realize you let more of your irritation slip through than intended. Ugh, curse these frayed nerves. Get yourself together.

Irritatingly, Marion wordlessly regards you, openly dissecting your guarded expression. You can feel their mind hover around yours, probing you from just out of swatting range.

“Want to know what I think?” they begin. A part of you wants to respond that no, you don’t, but you suspect that won’t deter them from saying their piece. “I think that you really don’t like being out of your depth.”

You have to put in conscious effort to keep your face muscles relaxed. Look unaffected, as if their observation hasn’t struck a chord. Had it not been for the table between you, you would have shooed them away with a wave of your cane. Instead, you settle for rolling your eyes. “All this just because I’m not as hard to impress as you are.”

“I don’t see you disagreeing.” You can tell they’re tempted to keep digging, but your stern dissuasion seems to suffice at deterring their figurative shovel.

“Look,” they say with a shrug. “No need for the sour face. We’re here to make friends, aren’t we?”

“Did I give off that kind of impression?” you ask, adjusting the corners of your mouth. Despite their supposed nonchalance, you’ve long since sensed their stewing distaste whenever they’re in your vicinity. Territorial. Wary of someone that threatens their sense of individuality. It’s true that you mirror that sentiment to an extent, but if you use that to your advantage and amplify it to an echo…

Yes, there you go. You reflect back to Marion an impression that they were projecting their own bad mood onto you. Make them scramble to keep their own thoughts in check. That should keep them occupied just enough for an opening to turn your attention towards your actual business here—an old friend who sees nothing but a stranger when she looks back at you.

Rosie Rae Brown—or at least, a version of her—is currently busy wiping tables. As expected, she’s employed at the bar, but not as a bouncer. Just another server. This Joes doesn’t deal with enough trouble to need that kind of security. You let yourself stare for a second too long, and she catches you looking. Keeping your composure, you give her a polite, practiced smile, a greeting which she returns with a quirk of her lips before getting back to her task at hand.

“We could always get her fired,” Marion suggests, snapping you out of the momentary daze. You slowly turn your head to raise a brow at them.

“What?” they demand, imitating your expression. Well, no need to give away the fact that you didn’t expect them to take that angle.

“It’ll be hard to displease Joe about Rosie,” you explain, drumming your fingers on the table. “Easier to make her quit the job herself.”

“Let me guess,” they cut in, raising a finger. “By dangling a better opportunity in front of her.”

“Which shouldn’t be too hard to do.” You don’t need telepathy to see that she’d take a fresh start in a heartbeat. It isn’t hard to imagine why. Even at the villain bar, she was never all that attached to her job. Being stuck in this drearily mundane place sounds even more like purgatory for a woman who survived the boost drug. Perfectly good talent going to waste.

“So all we need is some kind of inciting incident to give you an excuse to approach her.”

“Exactly. And once she demonstrates her abilities…”

“You go up to her with a shiny new job offer.”

“Hook, line, and sinker.”

The two of you synchronously turn to face each other, gazes locked together before Marion frowns and turns towards the window.

“I’ll… go look for someone that’ll pick a decent fight.”

—

It hasn’t even been a full week since you shook hands with Rosie when you come back from running errands and find the living room taken over by Marion. With their back turned towards you, they greet you with a “Good timing, Suranga” as they pop a pin into the cork board with a flourish. “You got back just in time for my little surprise for you.”

Your eyes drift over the haphazard pile of illegible notes, directories, and profiles until it reaches the board that Marion proudly presents to you with a satisfied smirk on their face. What you first notice is the new web of strings that connect Broucek Group, the trading company represented by Levelhead, and various people of interest. More specifically, they branch out from a portrait labeled “Tina Broucek”, freshly placed next to Levelhead’s.

What Marion’s finger points to isn’t any of the high-profile individuals, though. Above a label that reads “The Shepherds” awaits two headshots that you quickly recognize.

“Pelayo and Ward?” you blurt out, approaching the board and squinting at the photos. Yes, dressed up in a different flavor of professional sensibility, but undoubtedly Pelayo and Ward.

“I found the WolfPack’s equivalent in this world,” they elaborate. “A security company called the Shepherds. As expected, Pelayo and Ward are employed here.”

There’s an irony in that change of name that you can appreciate, but once the initial surprise washes away, the sight of their pictures leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Hm. You don’t look as happy as I thought you’d be,” Marion remarks, tilting their head. “A little appreciation goes a long way, you know?”

Appreciation? No, that’s not right. You’re barely coming to terms with the fact that your specialty isn’t uniquely your own anymore, but your crew—they’re your people. This is like completing your unfinished puzzle in your absence and acting like they did you a favor.

“You didn’t have to,” you say curtly. “I could have done this myself.”

They blink, and then you feel it again. The probing. Just as you shut the curtains to your mind, they sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll come clean. I went out of my way to figure this out as soon as possible because I wanted to beat you at your own search. So don’t feel too bad.”

It’s your turn to search, no, rummage through their expression in disbelief. You… hadn’t expected them to outright confess their intent, just like that. To your disappointment, the sense of vindication supplied by their admission simmers down your anger.

“I won’t. I wasn’t even thinking of seeking out the others yet, so…” you shrug, slight smile creeping up your lips. “I guess you ran a race against yourself.”

To that, they huff and place a hand on their hips. “If that makes you feel better, then sure. Whatever.”

Only then do you notice the hints of fatigue outside their sharp, focused gaze. The twitching lower eyelid, the slight hand tremors… You almost wonder if you should be concerned before they clap their hands together.

“Can we move on now? There’s plenty to cover still, and it was just about to get interesting.”

“Alright, then. Let’s see the rest of what you’ve got.”

“So the Shepherds are under contract with Broucek Group. Tina Broucek over here, Levelhead’s wife, runs the company and bunch of other charity organizations on top of that. She’s got a lot of interesting connections from this. One of them is a marine life conservation program with ties to the Los Diablos Aquarium—oh, by the way, that aquarium has ties to Becker Industries too. We should take a closer look at it at some point—right, the point. Point is, the Shepherds working with Broucek Group makes sense, considering the the WolfPack we know got hired by Psychopathor, too. So yeah, the Shepherds are currently assigned as guards for Levelhead, which—okay, isn’t it funny that a hero needs his own security team? Goes to show that they’re mostly around for show. Even more so than our worlds, apparently.”

Their ramble reaches a pause only when they finally run out of air and have no choice but to take a sharp inhale. You use that split second to also let go of the breath that you’ve been holding while trying to keep up with how fast they’re talking. “Anyways, we’d need to release the two from their duties to Levelhead before we can recruit them. And to do that—”

“We take a look at their contracts,” you interject, “and see what it’ll take to break them.”

“… Took the words right out of my mouth. As usual.” The flash of irritation across their face doesn’t last very long as their trail of thought chugs on. “In other words, we’ll need copies of those contracts. You can handle that, right?”

“Is that even a question?” you say, your thoughts already planning ahead as you give your cane a twirl. “I guess I’m just surprised that you’re leaving it to me. I thought you’d make some kind of competition out of it.”

They shrug. “I feel like I made my point already. Besides, I have other projects that need my attention.” You sense their thoughts splitting apart in several sharp directions, then proceeding to fizzle out. You step out of their mind when you sense it scratch at itself, the friction producing sparks that never quite ignite. They drag a hand down their face.

“Ugh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think my body’s reaching its limit, so I’m just going to…”

Leaving behind those last words, they crawl onto the couch and collapse face-first onto the cushions. It doesn’t take long for their breathing to indicate that they’ve fallen asleep.

Once the dust of the past ten minutes fully settles, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to digest everything that happened ever since your return. With a sigh, you glance back up at the pictures of Pelayo and Ward.

Even after recruiting Rosie, you weren’t sure if you wanted to track down the rest of the crew. You have enough inconsistencies all around you serving as reminders that your past efforts—the networks that you so meticulously built as safety nets to fall back to in case your claws lose grip—amount to nothing in this disturbing world you’ve been dropped in. What good is there to assembling a group that will only uncannily resemble yours, but never be quite them?

You narrow your eyes at the unconscious Marion. They started this project all on their own, without even consulting you, just to lick the wounds on their ego. You just momentarily got carried away by their breakneck pace. Instead of fetching contracts for them, you should be looking for allies that better fit your current needs. Reapproach this issue with better standards than just sentimental value. Trying to break Pelayo and Ward’s contracts would mean potentially antagonizing Levelhead. No point in destabilizing established alliances just for strangers wearing familiar faces.

And yet…

With a sigh, you push yourself up and make your way to the spare communal cabinet. You return with a blanket tucked under an arm, which you then drape over their prone body.

Well, you suppose you can give the idea a bit of thought while you tend to some tears in your clothes.

—

You should have never agreed to this. There are so, so many ways for this plan to go astray. Of all the conditions for contract termination you could have gone for, why did you choose the one that requires Levelhead to be incapacitated?

Oh, right. Because everything else needed you to incriminate Pelayo and Ward in some way. Harder to operate with that record when you have to play on the side of the law.

“You do realize that the Council is never going to let us live this down when they find out, right?” you ask through grit teeth, tightening your grip around the arm Marion offered to you as the two of you made your entrance to the grand hall.

“You mean if they find out,” they reply easily, voice hushed to match yours. “You know how to camouflage your telepathic signature.”

“Of course. But if they do—”

“They won’t, and neither will your doctor dearest, alright?”

Upon sensing a lingering gaze, the two of you both shoot the young attendee a charming smile each to fluster her into averting her eyes. “Levelhead isn’t in armor, and security’s pretty loose,” Marion resumes. “Depending on how well Harbinger does, we might not even have to intervene.”

You shake your head, tightening your shields as the crowd grows thicker. “I still don’t understand how you got him to agree to this.”

“Harbinger or Herald, he’s still Daniel Sullivan,” they say with a crooked grin, as if they just told a hilarious joke only they understand. They might mean that they exploited his consistent love for attention, but you somehow think there’s more to that behind their words.

“… Why do all this?” There’s a ‘for me’ that you leave unsaid, fully aware of how presumptuous that would sound. They must have picked up on it regardless, if their scoff is anything to go by.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just not one to sit out of a good challenge when I see one.”

Maybe the reason why they don’t see this madness for what it is is because they think of this all as one big game. Well, you won’t stand by and let that kind of attitude put you at this much risk.

“It isn’t too late to call this off—” you begin, but soon get interrupted by a finger over your lips.

“Look, Suranga.” They let go of your arm and step forward from their position by your side, tilting their head just enough for your gaze to fall onto them. “I hate to admit it, but you know this city and its people as well as I do.” When a server passes by with a trayful of champagne flutes, they whisk two away and hand one to you. “In other words, I’d like to think you have better reasons than simple practicality for choosing these specific people as members of your crew.”

“Except you left out the interdimensional travel part,” you mutter back, your restless thumb wearing your cane’s handle as you take the offered glass from them. “Enough has changed to render most of my reasons moot.”

But maybe they do have a point. Maybe that’s why you’ve let this frankly impractical plan get this far. What is it that draws you back to these people, you wonder as you take a sip from your glass, all the while knowing that there are far more convenient allies to make in this world?

“I don’t know.” They throw back their head and down their own drink. “You just looked a little lonely to me.”

Before you can petulantly ask them to elaborate where they got that impression from, a fiery, determined signal pierces through your shields, warning you that he’s about to make his entrance.

“Ah, there comes our cavalry,” Marion smiles. Just as you set off to find cover, they stick a foot out to make you trip, then catch you just before you crash onto the floor. In that same moment, the floor-to-ceiling windows shatter beneath the impact of Harbinger’s kick.

“He’s a little faster than you might expect,” they say, heedless of the small cut running down their cheek as they pull you back up from your dip. As the crowd around you breaks out into a panic, they plant a quick kiss on your knuckles before letting you go. “Now let’s see what kind of show he puts on for us.”

[aurrieattorney]

it has been a While since I've remembered/interacted with any fallen hero stuff but I AM dying to know more abt suranga so pls. holds out hands.

(uhhhhh my brain is a little bit scrambled by exhaustion so please heed that there's some tough themes from the source material in this, but at least a cw for mention of suicide and eating disorders)

[inhale] ok SO 

Basically, i missed original suranga a lot given i made him when things were kind of going to shit in my life, and my very nebulous webcomic iteration wasn’t scratching the itch to have him back quite enough, and round about early feb i found out retri was coming out.

So i kinda did a redux of him, keeping some of the things i had and tossing out others while adding other stuff. Much of this i’ve already yelled at with joel and mort, but i’ve never actually sat down and put all those yellings together lol. He’s lebanese-sri lankan (not that he would know, just generally he’s some unplaceable kind of south/west asian and using that to his advantage for fake names) and his voiceclaim, both speaking and singing (suranga sings! both in arabic and english) is hamed sinno (though sameer gadhia also works). For faceclaims, basically the closest person i can get to faceclaim inspo is varada sethu, esp pre-transition with the nose and the skin-tone. He’s also a little bit taller at just under 5’5’’ rather than 5’1 cos I took mercy on him, but he still has to crane his neck to look at ricardo being the giant he is (though suranga Did used to be 5’6’’ before HB fucked his spine up, and becoming even shorter than ortega makes him very grumpy).

freddie purrcury the lint monster is still there, but suranga adopts him pre-hb (ie. sidestep days). It’s thanks to fred that suranga stays with the rangers after a near-miss with the media (which i’m writing a fic up about!), and helps him grow into himself by having to look after another being. After HB, ricardo takes him briefly while he figures out what to do with himself. He’d ultimately love to keep fred but knows he can’t do a very good job of it esp after he decides he can’t retire yet, so fred goes to elena’s (spoilers for retri ending, theres a path where you can visit her ranch!!). I’m still deciding when would be the best point for them to reunite but basically suranga very sad w/o his cat, someone help him :(

however! He’s a mob step (at least, that’s what i’ve tended to default to, i love the crime found family :3 anarchist is also a good fit tho, and i’ve read through the code for thief which could also be fitting, so i’m planning to do), i debated whether he’d want to let the gang in on his identity and the base and ultimately decided yes, it was worth it if he wanted their full trust. He also accidentally becomes a parental figure to nehal, the gang’s driver, which is unexpected for everyone, suranga especially dsakjlfdksj. nehal has spud the pomeranian now, who essentially acts as the gang’s mascot. I have a few ideas about writing fic about their misadventures b/c i am very soft about them and suranga having people who’ve got his back

i changed his suit and his villain name (Argos) to be peacock themed! (here’s some concept sketches i’ve been sitting on a while lol, it’s meant to be imposing but whether it’s actually that remains to be said lol, mysterious might fit better

I was inspired by my trip to a SL temple belonging to a god which has peacocks associated with him, as well as music and dance. Peacocks fit well with his high arrogance anyway (tho his arrogance/obscurity stat might fluctuate a bit depending on the scenario). Thus, his gang is called the panoptes. This also extends to the cyranga au with @/geek-o13’s cyrus, whose villain name is Helios, and whose namesake is also sometimes described with the panoptes epithet :D if i go into that au this post might double in length so i’ll save that for another one, but thinking about the dynamic between the two and bouncing ideas back and forth brings me so much serotonin :’) 

i know for sure suranga would have the speed mod, as it’s what i always pick, but it might make more sense strategy wise to flip from strength (which, ouch, poor rangers) to telepathy to play to what he does best, (yes to cape, cos he’s a theatre nerd in spite of the inner edna mode telling him not to lol, spent so much time designing the stupid armor and sitting in the library as yasmin poring over books for inspo.) 

i’ve also decided suranga’s got chronic pain/fatigue from the fall in HB, especially in his legs and lower back (like… that was a four storey fall. i’m doubting the farm would bother to fix sidestep’s body enough to given them full mobility/painlessness again if they’re using the MC for experiments, doesn’t seem like giving them back those things was high on the list :V), and therefore also uses a back brace and a custom-made telescopic cane he made himself that can be extended/collapsed as necessary. He also wears a leg holster over his clothes that he can slot the cane into when he doesn’t feel like carrying it. Or doesn’t want to draw attention to himself by having it fall over like thirty times after propping it against something lol. it’s also on the same leg he had the holster for his gun during his sidestep days (and the cane also can function as a self-defense weapon in a pinch). The cane very much becomes part of his physical body language, he’ll gesture/point with it, fidget by twirling it around (he’s dropped it a lot practicing, but he’s a real pro these days) knock on doors with it, or hook things with the handle, etc etc. fhr having a bunch of medical advancements in commonplace prosthesis makes a realy interesting thought experiment about what ableism would look like, esp when chen’s (and to some extent ortega’s) conversations bring up that mods aren’t all great and come with their own issues/challenges.

He’s still a tech/fighterstep, but he’s had to think more like a tactician since then cos he can’t rely so much on his body in fights, which is making me consider doing a tactician run to see if it fits. Anyway, the powersuit mortum makes is basically a mobility aid of sorts, but he has to be careful not to overdo it. He keeps pain meds on him/uses adaptive tools around his apartment (during rebirth, it’s a comfortable flat, and one of the lower ones of the complex in the off-chance the lift breaks down, before he moves into the flat above the tech shop being used as a front for the panoptes) ie. shower chair, a grabber so he doesnt have to bend too far down if he’s dropped something/otherwise would need to get onto a step-stool and potentially eat shit if he loses balance, generally having places to sit throughout the flat in reach, heat pads, etc. 

sometimes he has a habit of drinking (so a secondary vice to sweets) as a way of coping with the pain when it gets a lot, but he tries not to do it too much, and only in the privacy of his apartment. i noticed in the code diving that this vice develops because of telepathy being so energy-intensive, and that a sweets vice mc will also want food in general, not just sweets. Given one of ortega’s love languages is sharing food, they work really well with a sweets vice sidestep, romanced or friendship route :D suranga might have some kind of eating disorder alongside textural issues with food where some days he’s just not able to eat anything. He doesn’t generally do meat, because he likely never had it at the farm and is too expensive in the FEZ anyways, fish is usually ok, but pre-HB if he was having it at his flat, he had to make sure fred couldn’t eat it while he wasn’t looking lol

Basically i’m projecting some of my own crip problems onto suranga and no one can stop me lol. 

Anyway, that also means he really understands chen as a fellow physically disabled person when they start talking in retri (ortega has their own can of worms with the military-grade mods giving back their ability to walk after being paralyzed by the accident way back when they first meet chen), ie. understanding why he named his dog spoon. I’d like to hc that given how happy suranga was with fred, after hb, part of chen’s decision to adopt a dog was that he saw how helpful it was for him, even if he didn’t fully trust suranga, but! given Suranga’s a techstep, it’s canon that techstep mcs used to help chen manage his mods/do tune-up (which would require some degree of trust) and there’s even an option in retri when you meet him at HQ where you notice he’s having problems with his prosthetic limbs and suggest how to adjust it so it works better, which is a nice touch - tactician steps also played chess with him in their downtime!

He’s got yasmin to hop into if his own body gets laid up too bad, but he’s still got reservations about what he does with her body (flirting for information is alright, but no romantic relationships/sex). Her being (presumably) cis, at first it’s a little disconcerting having to perform being a woman again, but the more he gets used to being her, the more he realises feminine stuff isn’t so bad when it’s an opt in thing and begins to experiment with his own presentation sometime between rebirth and retri now he’s got a bit more freedom and confidence to try now he’s debuted as a villain.

He’s always had a fascination with how one can change how they’re perceived just in the way they carry themself, how they dress/behave etc (which then led to an interest in costumes/theatre/fashion, and i’m imagining if there were powerpoint nights at the rangers, suranga would come in with a 20 slide presentation on tearing into x villain of the week’s fit, much to themmy’s delight)

He also has an interest in sewing instead of knitting (although he still does that too, it’s just that sewing is his main thing now, which first started out as fixing holes in his clothes rather than just throw them out, then began teaching himself from books, and then on a trip to tia elena’s, asks about the broken sewing machine she never really used, and then fixes it. Elena teaches him a few of the basics, then he gets into making his own clothes, and makes a gift for elena as thanks (an embroidered shawl with sunflowers on it :3)

this then meshes really well with the puppetmaster scar (in retri, the suicidal scar from rebirth becomes a seperate tag and there’s options throughout the game to convert it to one of the other scars), which has funky implications esp when paired with fate motivation as a fourth-wall break/slightly self-aware kind of step, BUT ALSO THE AUTISM SCRIPT THING (the mc/sidestep is so autistic coded, which makes sense given the author is also autistic). If you’re a baby regene escapee that’s used to following scripts and orders, once you break out there’s only so much you can do before you have to do improv, something something how do you know what your real personality is when you’ve always had to perform? Puppetmaster being similar in flavour to the outsider scar (his original scar, iirc) with a few more bells and whistles, I think it’s p fitting, esp since it works with the strings/thread stuff featuring a lot more heavily in retri, ie. more opportunities to possess people/meet other telepaths/reflect on your relationship to your puppet (yasmin, tall latina gal in suranga’s case). I have no idea how much spoilers you’d want for retri but i’ve been code-diving big time, specifically cos retri is such a sprawling beast of code/divergent story paths.

Suranga is still a pining dumbass for ortega except from afar as the secret crush route, which hasn’t changed (although he’s a bit more clued in that ortega is up to something and has to keep his guard up somewhat). this is made DOUBLY hilarious when also paired with the chenmance (SPOON!!!!!!!!) wherein you find out chen also. has a crush on ricardo. You have to see chen instead of going to hoots with ortega to find that out tho (what a mess lol, everyone here assumes the others are straight.)

I’m angling for the poly route, since so far in retri you can only set up for it, as opposed to chargentstep where if you’re already dating ortega and you get the auction kiss with argent and mention that, you can say you want both of them and there’s no issue cos actually, ortega (julia AND ricardo) flirted with argent when she first joined, and she also likes them lol.

SPEAKING OF ARGENT suranga did enjoy fighting her (if with some degree of stress because ‘oh shit, you would be so mad if you knew i was in your head’ and being an unknown), such that he doesn’t use telepathy against her out of respect even though that’s the only thing mostly keeping them matched. On the bridge, he flirts with her to throw her off, accidentally leaning too much into his yasmin confidence, then gets confused by her actually being interested and then has to re-evaluate what exactly his gameplan is with her. He gets kissed (and bitten) at the auction when he takes his helmet off, and then when he turns up at the HQ has a very awkward conversation with her in the breakroom trying to figure out what the hell their relationship is (some kind of weird friends but the argentmance route is very cute too)

Herald/daniel is kept at arms length, suranga’s his coach and thinks he’s nice enough but a bit sensory overload with all his thoughts (he can’t really teach by sparring since he’s not up to par anymore, and it’s kind of half-true, outside of the suit he can only do so much, but he can offer pointers/maybe bring in nehal?) - maybe or maybe doesn’t pick up on the crush, idk

there's plenty more to add i likely forgot but that has been an Infodump abt suranga the current favourite oc, THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3

[disaster-bi-shan]

also I have sith!suranga on the brain and I miss him so MAYBE REPLACEMENT FOR SKADGE ON THE BH CREW????

something something clone adjacent to mako's story except trying to induce force sensitivity for the purposes of greater infiltration capabilities and standing toe to toe with sith and jedi? Czerka project? Their track record as an unscrupulous corporate entity works p well with this. He escaped, ran with the jedi for a bit, got caught by sith and landed on Korriban, managed to escape and is now on the run from like 50 bajilion people. freddie purrcury is either a big ass manka or nexu cat and spud is a yappy little akk dog or another gffa equivalent for a pomeranian

then he can chill out with brenki and tath. yay friends for sad telepath fugitive \o/

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thinking about the first time sura walked about as juno and how disorienting it would be to go from 5'4 to 6'5

the first few week are probably a lot of stumbling around like a baby giraffe and crashing into things cos there is So much Leg what the fuck is happening

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revamp of this piece

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heartbreak.

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(image desc in alt text) sidestep and serendipity au pre-hb stuff w/ @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal's Rashad <3 there’s third wheeling, and then there’s whatever's happening in the car lol. bonus eepy sura being carried by rashad :3

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drop kicks wip based off that one wha panel everyone’s been redrawing here

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it’s wip wednesday, I’m finally designing suras daily wear thanks to pinterest saving my ass for outfit inspo and maybe redoing its tattoos lol

tagging @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal @kidhellion @glitchy-npc @firststrikerr @b33tlejules @localcryptic @crowshuh @reapersmarch @idlenight @dorkousloris @godshaper @nebuluxx what are you guys working on? 👀

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REJOICE, SURAMIRLENE BE UPON YE

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THINKING ABOUT THE VOID DREAM MAYBE TOO MUCH but i just. i love the line. rip sura's big brown baby cow eyes