so, last week i was thinking somebody should write a comic about a shy teen superhero whose powers are fueled directly by her own sense of embarrassment
then i, uh, wrote a ten-page script for it? and wound up kind of liking it a lot?
so consider yourself cordially invited to read issue #1 of my extremely indie superhero comic, and if you wish, you can illustrate it inside your mind, using the power of imagination!
(A teen girl sits on a swivel chair in her bedroom, facing the viewer. She’s got braces and glasses. Her hair is in a messy braid.)
PONNI: Hi! My name is Ponni Murthy. I’m sixteen, and um…
(We zoom out a little. She’s wearing a T-shit that says “The Moon ROCKS!” She’s holding a cane—covered in glow-in-the-dark star stickers—in one hand, and a stuffed animal cat—wearing a sloppily homemade astronaut costume—in the other. Posters cover the walls: fantasy movies, rocket ships, Ada Lovelace, Aamir Khan, Sally Ride, etc. She has multiple posters of the solar system. She gestures dramatically with her cane-hand)
PONNI: I LOVE OUTER SPACE!
(We return to her face. She looks very earnest.)
PONNI: That’s not, uh, directly relevant to the story, I just—I love it, so much.
(She has now taken on a pensive expression)
PONNI: I love a lot of stuff. But I used to feel a little weird about that.
(She is cheerful again)
PONNI: This is the story of how I got over (some of) my shyness, and rescued a gymnasium full of people, using dark powers I only kind of understand!
PONNI: We begin last year…
(Close-up on her stuffed cat, which is now holding a title card that reads): THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF PONNI MURTHY A.K.A. SHAME-FLAME THE UNCONQUERABLE)
Down the hall the vending machine hums, mixing with the muffled voices of the nurses and their shuffled steps on dull linoleum. Sparse fluorescent lights illuminate the corridor in a dim gloom. Everything seems distant and lost in reverie. An odd atmosphere in contrast to Tooru, running on thin nerves and cheap hospital coffee for two days now. The empty coffee cup in his hands is long useless. Turned and switched between restless fingers until the thin plastic budged and snapped.
Hey y’all! I’ve started uploading some of my portfolio onto Redbubble and Society6. If you’ve ever wanted prints from me, hit up the links below. Alternatively - I’d happy to offer custom Artist Proof prints. Just send me a message!
Can I just say how awesome it is that 1. @danaterrace was/is into PPG 2. She had a PPG OC self-insert named “BEST FRIEND DANA” 3. She’s bringing her back into action now? Because I do and I love all of this.