just  a  fun  little character  game.   fill  in  the  below  categories  with  3 - 5 things  that  your character  can be identified by.  PLEASE  REPOST,  DO  NOT  REBLOG.

01.   fear
02.   pride
03.   determination
04.   anger
05.   grief

01.   very light yellow [ #FFF780 ] - fear, the might of the Sinestro Corps, a new way
02.   bright red [ #EA382A ] - Korugar, home, pain, sunsets
03.   slightly desaturated lime green [ #7AC56A ] - disappointment, fury, enemy, betrayal, sadness
04.   moderate red [ #C45B6A ] - Korugarians, love, heartbreak, pride, protection, vulnerability, family
05.   dark moderate violet [ #613C9B ] - blood, life, death, anger, desire

01.   Ozone
02.   Glo-fruit and flowers
03.   Spicy-citrus blend cologne
04.   Blood
05.   Bamboo and sandalwood

01.   Lantern Rings
02.   Qwardian Super-Charged Power Battery
03.   Arin Sur’s Hairpin
04.   Sinestro’s Coat of Arms
05.   Crown of Korugar

01.   attention — shoulders tensed, hands clasped behind the back, left hand grasping his right wrist or fists clenched held against the base of his back, spire straight, shoulders back, ankles together, toes pointed slightly apart
02.   pirouette  — toes pointed, dominant hand pointed outwards with fingers straight and clenched together or in a tight fist, flight and freedom
03.   smirk— confidence, condensation, secrets, amusements, pleased
04.   you’re dead — bared teeth, contracted pupils, ring aimed and glowing, a visual reminder of contained fury before your last moments
05.   bow down peasants — hands out, fingers flared out, usually to calm a crowd and provide visual, a motion of brushing away something filthy in the air with palms facing the earth

01.  red sunset — suns just over a horizon of desert sand of millions of diamonds reflecting back, mountainous terrain, red skies slowly fading to black
02.  sterile metallic rooms — everything in its place, books lines up on shelves tightly packed together, no dust, reflection off clean floors and walls
03.  ruins — old and desolate yet full of secrets, dead languages waiting to be translated, the feel of age pressing down on you
04.  Desert dunes far as the eyes can see, dry heat, fine granules of sand, occasional sparkle of specks like gold or diamonds depending on the angle of light reflecting off it
05.  opulent bedroom with rich carpeted floors, decorative pillows and cushions, silken sheets and a firm bed

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            Hal smirks slightly at Bruce as he watches his boyfriend get surrounded by several overly interested socialites. He’ll save the glaring man in a bit; he’s still a bit pissed about Bruce flirting with Catwoman earlier that week. He’d asked Bruce to get the woman to back off and so far he hasn’t, claiming it’s a risk to his secret identity. Hal’s tempted the next time they have a mission together to kiss Bruce on camera. The other can whine about secret identities all he wants, but no one knows who Green Lantern is any more than anyone knows who Batman is.

            Well, Hal amends mentally, not anyone on Earth at least knows who Green Lantern is. Even off Earth, outside the Corps his name wasn’t exactly known. He’s just the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 then. In some ways it’s nice.

            “Lost in your thoughts?” teases Bruce, the blue eyed man having slipped away from the socialites. “Thinking about our upcoming trip?”

            “Now I am,” says Hal with a pout. He has to focus on anything other than a private vacation out to Bruce’s personal island for a week that’ll basically just be them fucking without interruptions. “I had been planning how to free you from your ‘guests’, but I guess you didn’t need that,” Hal smiles and presses a kiss against Bruce’s cheek.

            “No. They were hoping my charming Air Force Captain boyfriend would come over,” Bruce says, wrapping an arm around Hal’s waist. “Then again, one did make a comment about how nice your ass looks in your dress uniform.”

            “Everyone likes how I look in my dress uniform. Much like how they all love the way you look in a tux,” purrs Hal. “Exactly how long do we need to be here again?”

            “Twenty minutes more,” Bruce sighs after a glance at a clock. “I’d like to get you out of your dress uniform sooner than that, but I guess I don’t have much choice, do I?”

            “Nope. Sorry Spooky,” murmurs Hal, letting Bruce steal a kiss; the other man nips his lips in response to saying ‘Spooky’. Not like many people know Green Lantern calls Batman that.

            “Captain Jordan? There’s a man here looking for you. He’s says it’s urgent,” Alfred says, the butler startling both men. “He says it involves your job.”

            By the emphasis Hal knows it’s someone from the GLC. It’s gotta be Sinestro; the Korugarian Lantern’s the only one who’d come searching for Hal on Earth. ‘Wog would just wait till he got back to Oa and so would most of the others. If it’s an emergency he would have been called on the ring.

            “I’ll go see what so urgent. Maybe you should talk to Fox about the project with Carol?” Hal says, giving Bruce another kiss.  “Meet you in the bedroom then?”

            “Don’t take off your uniform. I want to do that,” Bruce says. “Now go see what your friend wants. I’ll go chat with Carol. I can see her.”

            “’K. Have fun,” Hal says.

            “Please follow me then Captain Jordan,” Alfred says, the older British man oddly tense.

            “You alright Alfred?” Hal asks, concern painting his voice.

            “It was…a surprise to have your friend show up at the front door,” Alfred replies. “He did something so he appeared as you or I, but I was able to recognize the ring and what it meant. Once he stepped inside he dropped whatever he was doing to disguise himself. He’s waiting for you in the front parlor.”

            “Alright,” Hal says.

            He steps through the parlor doors.


            The dark opulence of the house wasn’t what Sinestro imagined a lover of Jordan’s would own. Jordan had made an offhand comment once about his lover’s home, but this isn’t what the Korugarian imagined. Then again, when he’d met Jordan he’d also thought the human was single. He’s impressively close mouthed about his lover, Bruce Wayne, but from what information he has managed to glean from Jordan the man was one of wealthiest human’s alive and a very private man. They’d met by chance, Wayne investing in some sort of military project that Hal had been involved in. They’d begun dating not long after.

            The butler had guided and left Sinestro to wait in a room as he went to retrieve Jordan. Apparently an event was going on, some sort of fundraiser for a charity. Both Jordan and Wayne were the hosts for the event. Only a few minutes later he hears low voices, Jordan’s being the only he recognizes.

            He almost swallows his own tongue when Jordan steps into the room.

            The man is wearing a dress uniform, likely a holdover from his military days. Multiple medals and ribbons adorn his chest. His hair is slightly ruffled like he had run his hands through. There’s something about the way Jordan moves, a confidence that the man doesn’t show in his Green Lantern uniform. Oh, there’s a swagger there, an arrogance, but it’s not the same sort of easy confidence being in this dress uniform seems to give Jordan.

            A familiar surge of envy and want floods Sinestro as he admires Jordan. He’s wanted the younger man since practically the first moment he’d met him. There’s something about Jordan that draws Sinestro’s attention. That makes him want the human as his. It…irritates him to no end that Jordan already had a lover and is in a devoted relationship.

            “Hey Sinestro. What’s wrong?” Jordan asks, a look of concern on the human’s face. “You normally ping my ring when you need me. What happened?”

            “Jordan, did you remember that you have a meeting with Ungaran diplomats?” Sinestro asks, grasping at the excuse he had to come here.

            “Yes. It’s in three Earth weeks,” Hal says, confusion filling his face. “Did something happen? Do they need to move it up?”

            “No. I had come to brief you about the political relationship between Ungara and Tevalos,” Sinestro replies. “I had been given the impression that your meeting was this week.”

            It’s a lie, but one he suspects Jordan won’t call him on.

            “Really? Huh, thought I made it clear that I had a prior commitment this entire week,” Hal says, scratching at his chin.

            Or at least, not overtly call him on it.

            “I must have been mistaken. What prior commitment do you have for an entire week?” Sinestro asks with a slight frown.

            “It’s my and Bruce’s anniversary. We’re spending it out on another property he owns,” Hal says, a faint smile crossing his lips. “We’ve been together for close to three years. He says he has a surprise waiting for me at the vacation house. I’m curious about what it’ll be.”

            “Oh,” Sinestro says, not certain what else he can say. “I’m assuming then that you don’t want to do your debriefing now.”

            “Nah, with my luck I’ll get so distracted by the trip that I won’t even remember what you told me,” Hal says with a slight chuckle. “How about we meet up in two weeks, after I come back from my trip. Sorry you came all the way out to Earth for no reason.”

            “It’s fine, I should have verified when your meeting was with the Guardians,” Sinestro says, knowing Hal’s thoughts have already slipped away to his lover. “I will see you in two weeks then.”

            “Alright, see you then. Bye,” Hal smiles, eyes already distant.

            “Goodbye,” Sinestro says. It takes all of his self-control not to do something.

            (A month later he almost breaks one of the training rooms and comes as close as he has in years to breaking a ring after he finds out about Jordan’s engagement. That had been the surprise Jordan’s lover had for him. A marriage proposal.)

Damn it Lem why hurt me this way

He hadn’t shown up for the actual funeral, Sinestro wasn’t stupid. He knew that as soon as he stepped foot on Earth he’d be accosted by the Justice League.

So instead he visited Hal’s grave a week later.

Barry had been expecting it; Sinestro had come to gloat.

He watched from the cemetery gate as Sinestro knelt at the flower-laden grave and touched the grass. Barry waited for the smirk, the self-righteous laugh and mocking words.

They didn’t come.

Sinestro made a gesture, a flick of his wrist and muttered words, before touching the grave stone with trembling fingers. He said something in a foreign tongue that sounded choked and raw.

He didn’t come to gloat, it seemed.

Barry approached slowly, less than normal human speed, and placed his small bouquet down on the ground. Sinestro didn’t move.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he told the alien. “You can’t kill someone and come to their grave.”

The Korugarian didn’t look up, didn’t bristle or lash out.

“I know you can understand me!” He knelt down and pushed a yellow clad shoulder. “You murdered him, get out-”

“I’m not staying,” He stood, face grim and pale, and touched the headstone one last time. Barry scrambled to his feet as the alien flew up into the sky.

“He loved you. He loved you and this is how you repaid him!”

He screamed the words to Sinestro’s back.

A few seconds later a yellow ring dropped to his feet, a green flash streaking up into the stratosphere.

@americanalien gets comic commentary

        Sinestro openly stared down the Kryptonian. No words, just an invasion of personal space and unblinking stare. He had his reasons. His mind had yet to catch up to the situation they found themselves in and had to carefully pick out his words. It’s not everyday the Korugarian was unsure of how to say what he meant to say.

                  ❝ So… You’re a GRAPEFRUIT and you eat W I N D O W S. ❞

a-greatbig-bottleof-fuck  asked:

What are your headcanons and opinions on differences in Human and Korogarian anatomy and physiology?

Sorry I didn’t get to this sooner babe!

Hmm let’s think….

I’m thinking that Korugarians are a little like Vulcans. Cooler than Humans because of Korugar’s warmer, dryer climate and all that. They may even be cold blooded and have to warm up with heat lamps or something. 

I think the anatomy is basically the same. All the same organs (maybe an extra one for toxins and such) and relatively similar in their location. Some of the organs may be stronger (lungs because of a different atmosphere?) and some may be weaker. But naked they just look like pink/red-ish humans.

I don’t see them being totally different really. 

There may be an increased sensitivity in some areas. Maybe they have less sensitive genitals and their arousal is mainly transmitted and noticed through pheromones? 

Hmm It’s not something I’ve given huge thought to but this is the basic idea. 

a-greatbig-bottleof-fuck  asked:

Whats are your headcanons and opinions on differences in Human and Korogarian anatomy and physiology?

As a general rule of thumb, I go with Korugarians having a cooler body temperature than humans have. Soranik’s is actually the closest to a human, but that’s because Ungarans have human-like body temp; Korugarians on average ten degrees cooler (88F to 98F). Their skin is thicker as well; Soranik’s is a bit thinner with her hybrid physiology, which caused problems as a little kid when she would get hurt more easily than expected.

Korugarians are also taller than most humans. Sinestro canon-wise is about 6'7". Soranik about 5'10" though my head canon puts her closer to 6’ (due to the fact that both of her parents are 6’ or higher). The average height for women is about 6'1" and men is 6'4". Soranik has always been conscious about being on the shorter side and Sinestro smug on being on the taller side. The tallest Korugarian male is 8’ and the tallest female 7'8" according to records. 

Most Korugarians have black sclera but an uncommon genetic quirk allows for white. It’s why Soranik never got called out on having white sclera even though it’s sort of jarring. It was her violet eyes that made people curious, because that’s not even close to a normal color for Korugarians. Many people just assumed she wears contacts or, after she got her ring, that she’s using her ring to do that. Only a small group, people who knew about Sinestro having a daughter with an Ungaran woman suspect the truth, since violet is a common Ungaran color Arsona and Katma were two of them). Most common eye colors are gold, brown and blue. Hair color is almost uniformly black. 

And I will mention this and shove it under physiology/basic bio crap; the average life span of a Korugarian is approx 300 Earth years. While they have a similar growth rate to humans through young adulthood, they stay the equivalent to a 30-50 for around 200 years. Biologically, Sinestro is actually younger than Hal even if when you count by years he’s much older. Soranik and Kyle are biologically around the same age, but relatively quickly Kyle will be biologically older. 


The Srenov system was not a place she normally went; it wasn’t in her sector or even really near her sector and she’d only been there maybe once, back when Abin was alive when they had been backing up another Green to stop a war from breaking out here.

In the two weeks since she had promised to show up, she had tried to talk herself out of coming here. Alone.

No one knew she was here. Not Hal, not any of the other Greens or Blue. If it was an ambush, no one would know until she failed to show up in a few days for work and they went by her apartment to find the note she’d left.

She’d fought her urge to force-feed Hal his pillow when he told her that he’d known that Thaal Sinestro had less than platonic feelings for her when she was younger. Apparently they had talked about it.

It would have been nice if someone had talked about it with her.

It still felt like she was walking into an ambush.

Taking a breath, she scanned the system with her ring, looking for a Korugarian signature. 


She was here a day early to scout this place, so maybe he hadn’t arrived yet - or he was able to hide his signature from her ring. If she was early, that was fine. She could…take a day to herself before whatever happens…happens. According to her Ring, there was a nearby hospitable and friendly vacation planet nearby. And oh could she use a break.

Heading there, she found a nice little resort in an out of the way spot - it reminded her of one in Japan, having private hot-springs connected to the rooms. 

Really nice hot-springs. Naked and with her hair pulled up in a loose bun, she hummed softly, content and warm after a frigid wash-down. Folding her arms at the side of the small hot-spring, she drowsily rested her head on them. If she was walking into an ambush tomorrow when Sinestro showed up, she was going to have a great spa day beforehand.

Through the open sliding doors leading from the bathing area and hot-spring, into her room her Ring gleamed unnoticed on the bedside table.


(from here)


“Yes it is,” Sinestro says coolly, studying Hal who looks like he hasn’t aged a day, even though more than ten years hand passed. “How is Ferris? Still putting up with you? And you know how slowly Korugarians age.”

He had known that Hal would be at the council meeting, but it was too good an opportunity to continue spreading the Sinestro Corps influence to not go. Besides, he was…curious what Hal had been up to the past ten years. Did he marry Ferris? Have children? What had he been up to…

Hal shifted, glancing around them as if watching the crowd. “Carol and I…well, we broke it off again. Like normal. She’s married again, happy. What about you?” He looked back at Sinestro. “Find someone new?”