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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)

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| Iwaoi | oneshot | au | read on ao3

And it’s for my heart that I’ll live

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.

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Thanatos Night Story & Character Bios

Story:


Swooping down to the sleepless skyscrapers, a feast (gig) by the disoriented fallen angels takes place.


The ones you face now are fallen angels who’ve swept down to the skyscrapers.


“In a town where an Angel swept down to,” you (who has moved in) unexpectedly meets this “Angel” by chance.


Your curiosity about death leads to them gaining interest in encountering you. And thus, it’s decided that you’ll listen to their song… …


The feast (gig) of the disoriented fallen angels―――


Izaya (CV: Hatano Wataru) [One-Winged Fallen Angel]

“If you want to die, go ahead. But if you do, will you obey the orders I give you?”

Height: 177cm

Weight: 55kg

What He Likes: Melon

What He Hates: Cookies made by Liam

CD Release Date: November 23rd, 2016


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Liliana, Also Delver of Secrets.

WIP for an “Itty-Bitty Original.”  Next: try not to ruin a super-rare LotV artist proof with oil paint…