Oh while I’m here, I’m just going to go ahead and post these. New design for Xarel for later chapter of our rp. Yyyeah he kinda went into trouble… xD Credits to @shamusu for the idea and because it’s her stoopid son and @trashmuh who designed this hobo Xarel first 8)
Okay, so a Martian AU (aka Smoaking Billionaires in SPACE!) is a thing I need.
Oliver Queen: Astronaut-botanist stranded on Mars all by his lonesome after being hit by flying debris and losing consciousness in the middle of an emergency ‘shit!-unexpected-dust-storm’ evacuation. Presumed dead by the rest of the Artemis III crew (and everyone not living under a rock back on Earth 225 million km away), he survives by sciencing the shit out of the abandoned equipment and supplies, cultivating an indoor potato field (thank God he didn’t inherit his mother’s potato allergy), and steering clear of Commander Laurel Lance’s disco (so. much.ABBA) collection.
(Imagine the above gif sans bow, arrow and hobo-Robin Hood getup. Suit him up in proper space gear instead. The beard can stay.)
Felicity Smoak: Artemis III’s system operator and reactor technician. After completing high school (and delivering a rambling valedictorian speech that concluded with a celebratory fist pump) at sixteen, she goes on to rank second in the National Information Technology
Competition before graduating from MIT with a master’s degree in Cyber Security
and Computer Science at the ripe old age of twenty-three. Was in the process of starting up a private software company when a chance encounter with SpaceX CEO Walter Steele inspires her to switch paths and make a career out of taking field trips into outer space instead. Nearly rips Oliver’s head off that one time he questions her coffee-making abilities on their second day of mission preparation (”It’s really strong,” he splutters, grimacing into his mug), vowing never to make or bring him coffee ever again. (She makes him his first post-rescue cup of joe. Yeah, it’s terrible, but what did he expect? It’s space coffee, for fuck’s sake.)
Dr. Tommy Merlyn: Flight surgeon, EVA specialist and biologist for Artemis III. Also a Johns Hopkins graduate and former Captain in the U.S. Air Force Reserves who has extensive training in aerospace medicine. In summary: a badass spacewalking doctor who could probably draw blood in the dark. (They say could probably because Laurel has decreed that there is to be “absolutely no stabbing each other with sharp objects in the dark”. Which, let’s be honest, is a good policy to have in place.) Constantly worries that Felicity will develop carpal tunnel; frets over Oliver’s vitamin C levels; pesters Laurel to get more sleep. Spends most of the journey home marveling at how a man can subsist on a diet of potatoes and condiment-of-the-day for nearly two years.