i spent too much time on this– so I’ve been toying with the idea of an RPG!AU! Despite the fact that I know next to nothing about D&D or fantasy/RPG settings… (fhkdjs blame my nerris muse for this…) The colours are in no way final, either. Preston gave me a hell of a time…
They’re all older as well! Anywhere from mid-late teens/early-20s. I have most of the cast’s classes and alignments sorted out; I would’ve started out with the main 3, but Max and Nikki are harder for me to nail a design for.
Hit me up if you’ve got some thoughts on this or would like to know about the other characters before I draw them!
I’ll put all my current headcanons for these 3 under the cut ↓
↓ (Classes are loosely based on the many from D&D, but I wanted to keep things flexible so m(_ _)m)
I know you got about a Billion Requests (cause you're damn good) but, if those ever dwindle down I'd love to see Adrien introducing Maggie to his college's trans+queer group "this is my queer mama Maggie and her wife Alex" (regardless of whether sanvers is married yet, bratty kids y'know)
Alex wrings her hands in the car the entire drive over.
Until, that is, Maggie takes one hand off the wheel, reaches
over to the passenger’s seat, and laces fingers with her girlfriend.
“They’re gonna love you, babe.”
Alex takes a deep breath and nods and just turns up J. Cole,
losing herself in mouthing every word flawlessly (closing her lips, of course,
at every n-word), and Maggie’s thumb swipes across Alex’s hand in understanding
silence until she has to make the sharp turn onto Star City University’s
“You ready for this?” Maggie asks after she parks in front
of the Student Union building, and Alex’s eyes are in secret agent overdrive as
she assesses every single student walking by.
“I had a… rough time in college.”
Maggie watches her with soft eyes and a tilted head. “The
Alex nods, eyes fixed on a passing group of pajamas-wearing
students, one of the boys jumping up on the other’s shoulders, making the
entire group erupt in raucous laughter and a humorous backpack fight.
“I wonder how different it would have been if I’d known I
Maggie smiles faintly and leans across the car to kiss
Alex’s nose. “Wanna go find out?”
Alex bites her lower lip and adjusts her jacket. “You’ll
hold my hand?”
Maggie grins. “The entire time. On that note… wait there.”
Alex furrows her brow as Maggie practically hops out of the
car and jogs around to the passenger side. She yanks the door open and holds
out her hand to help Alex out.
“I’m a woman of my word, Danvers. You want me to hold your
hand the whole time, then I’m gonna do it the whole damn time.”
Alex blushes and slips out of the car, gulping at the idea
of finally holding another woman’s hand on a college campus.
“Adrian says the club room’s in the basement, first left
after the bookstore. This way.”
Alex holds tight to Maggie’s hand as they weave through
college kids with faces buried in their smart phones and college kids with
faces buried in their books and college kids with faces turning up into grins
that Alex doesn’t quite know how to interpret at the sight of Alex and Maggie’s
But Maggie’s stride doesn’t lose cool confidence, and Alex
finds herself turned on at the way her girlfriend moves in the world, the way
she navigates every space like she knows it so well, even when she most
Like she has a right to be in the world, even though it’s
worked so hard to convince her that she doesn’t.
They’re staring at a door utterly covered in an explosion of
rainbow flags before Alex knows it, and Maggie shakes her head.
“Well, Adrian’s clearly made his impact,” she chuckles, and
the sound relaxes Alex.
True to her word, Maggie doesn’t let her hand leave Alex’s
once, even as they nod at each other and Maggie pushes the club room door open;
even as there’s a high-pitched scream and Maggie stumbles backward slightly
with the force of Adrian’s hug; even as the blurry mass of excited college boy
shifts from Maggie to Alex.
“Good to see you too, Ade,” Alex wheezes, wondering vaguely
what would happen if Adrian and Kara ever had a competition to see who could
Adrian beams, his new silver stud earring glistening almost
as brightly as his brown eyes as he bounces on his toes and splays his hands
open to the rest of the room, which – Alex only now notices – is littered with
old couches and arm chairs, nearly every inch of the walls covered in art work,
in posters, in rainbow flags, bi flags, ace flags, trans flags, flags for
orientations and identities Alex doesn’t have the words for yet.
And scattered across those couches, chairs, and upturned
crates are teenagers in varying states of studiousness. Two are crouched in the
corner and utterly absorbed in their laptops, headphones in; others have
notebooks in their laps but conversation on their lips; and some are sprawled
in each other’s laps.
“Everyone!” Adrian announces with all the flair of a theater
major. “This is my queer mama Maggie and her wife Alex!”
Even the kids on their laptops grin at that, and one of them
takes out one of their earpods and gestures with a pen in Maggie and Alex’s
“Good to meet you two – we were all starting to suspect
that Adrian made up his mythically supportive cop friend and her lovely girlfriend,
Adrian, no one’s trying to pretend we believe you that they’re married yet.”
Maggie laughs and Alex blushes, and Adrian gasps in mock
“Are you questioning my honor, Dani?”
Dani arches a lazy eyebrow, a grin on their face, and looks
right past Adrian to Maggie. “Detective Sawyer, right? Are you two actually
“Not yet, kiddo,” Maggie answers, squeezing Alex’s hand as
she beams and Alex’s stomach somersaults pleasantly.
“Well, married or not yet, we’ve heard a shitton about you
both from this one,” a girl with buzzed hair and a green streak on one side
grins up from her sprawl on a femmey-looking girl’s lap.
“And we’ve heard a lot about you all. Lemme see if I can do
this,” Alex perks up, and Maggie beams proudly as her girl gets animated with
the rush of excitement, the rush of acceptance; the rush of a challenge where
she won’t be punished if she gets something wrong.
“You’re Mariah, and unless you’re up to something on the
side, that must be Carrie.” The girls squeal and Adrian and Maggie exchange
glances and beam.
Alex squints around the room and rattles off the names and
random facts about everyone in the room, and they all cheer more and more
raucously the farther along she gets. When she circulates back around to
Adrian, she holds her hand out to him.
“But I don’t believe I’ve met this handsome young man. Alex
Danvers, FBI. And who is your absolutely beautiful lady friend?” she asks,
cocking her head toward Maggie, and the kids in the room – even Dani on their
laptop – explode with laughter as Maggie blushes deeply and hides her smiling
face in the hand that isn’t still holding Alex’s.
Adrian doesn’t miss a beat.
“Pleasure to meet you, Alex
Danvers, FBI. I’m Adrian Rodriguez, National City born and bred, Star City
transplant, general badass. And my absolutely beautiful lady friend is Maggie
Sawyer, NCPD Science Division: into motorcycles, girls, badassery, reforming
the system she works in, and wildly kinky sex. I think you two’ll get along
Dani shrieks and Mariah leans over and smacks Adrian’s arm
lightly, and he ducks as both Maggie and Alex go for a playful headlock.
“Is anything I said untrue?!” he squeals, and Maggie’s blush
grows as she buries her face in Alex’s shoulder.
“You’re lucky I love you, Ade!” she stammers when she
finally turns around, Alex wrapping her arms around Maggie’s waist from behind
as Adrian laughingly leans in for a kiss on both cheeks, which Maggie happily
gives him to a chorus of awwwws.
They’re in a completely different city; in a public college,
whereas Alex had gone to Stanford; in a club room in the basement of the
Student Union, whereas Alex had spent her entire college career in the lab or throwing
up in the bathroom; surrounded by queer kids with bright smiles and barely
hidden scars, whereas Alex was just coming out a decade older than them.