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Kalypso’s Powers~ ✨🌀

Here is some of my writing for my version of the Daughters of Atlas. Since they’re from the magic realm I thought I would make their skin colorful, similar to the gods from Disney’s Hercules.

This is just a little story sample I had in my mind when I was envisioning how I want her powers to work. The way they work in Fury of the Gods is cool and all, but I wanted to add something more fantastical and visually wicked.

And don’t worry guys once the Shazamly comes to Billy’s rescue the curse of madness gets reversed. Just having his family around him to validate that magic is real, and to check in on him is enough to reverse the damage done to his psyche and return his arms/veins to normal.

Although, please do be warned, Kalypso’s curse is no joke because once the curse has fully corrupted a person, there is no cure to their madness, and their mental state will be permanently altered.

Neurodiversity strikes again with my Shazam! Hyper-fixation,,,,

Here’s my take on the character of Billy Batson. It’s kinda mostly based off of the 2019 film but also a little bit on the new52 comics soo yeah >_> ⚡️

Lol this is actually my first time drawing a superhero so it’s kinda outside of my normal comfort zone

Okay guys here’s my writing sample for my current work in progress!

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Shazam: City of Brotherly Love

Chapter one: Work in Progress

(Revision: fight scene fix & grammar fix )

It was an early autumn day. The kind of day where the wind was cool and brisk, but the sun covered everything with a subtle warmth that I could feel against my skin. I was intermixed in the small crowd that was my new foster siblings as we walked down the block, on our way to school. It was my first day at Fawcett High, my second day at the Vasquez house, and my third time getting reassigned to a new home this year.

I’ve done a lot of moving around, especially these past few years, but I don’t let that stuff get to me. I am so close to actually finding my mom this time around. I’m just really hoping the kids in this group home actually leave my stuff alone. I always keep the most important things in my backpack anyways, because I get tired of people rummaging through my belongings when I'm not looking.

As Freddy and Mary talked amongst themselves, the youngest kid in the group home was most excited to give me a tour. Her name was Darla, and it was the easiest to remember because she wrote it on a banner she hung on the wall, over the bed I was sleeping in this past weekend.

She talked the entire time. And I felt kinda bad that she was wasting her breath, because I was only half listening anyways, tuning in and out of her descriptions as we made our way into the school. It was a very familiar scene. A sea of a thousand faces passing by. People talking, people screaming, people jumping, hugging, and twirling each other around as if they didn’t just see each other yesterday.

Darla’s voice pulled me back out of my train of thought. “And here’s the main hallway. This school is pretty big so if you get lost, there's a map over there. But I think for today I could walk you to your first class just in case.”

Freddy cut into the conversation , “Hey, I think he’s got it from here, D. I know you’re excited for him to have his first day at Fawcett, but let’s just give him a little room to breathe for now.”

As we made our way over to their lockers, Darla went with Mary and stopped at her locker first. I continued walking down the hall following Freddy’s lead as we made our way to his locker. He looked over at me with a hint of concern in his eye. I felt his gaze look me up and down quickly before taking a step closer. “Hey dude, you’re okay, right? I know this is a lot for one morning.”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose while I took a second to think. Doing the whole “new foster kid” thing at almost every school in West Philly didn’t really phase me, but I was pissed that I got reassigned to a group home on the other side of town. I knew getting caught was going to be a major setback and I still had a lot of work to do if I was gonna keep trying to find mom. Not to mention I already spent what little money I had on bus passes and subway tokens.

I look back at Freddy, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I let myself fall back onto the lockers to lean on them as we continue talking.

“Don’t worry. I know new faces, new school, new home. It’s a lot. I get it, but I genuinely think once you kinda get the feel for things around here you’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

“Everyone says that, Freddy.” I look off to the side, avoiding eye contact as he shoots me an abrupt look of confusion, tilting his head to one side as he furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Look. I don’t mean to be a dick but, I don’t plan on staying here for long. I'm sure you guys are lovely, but I already have a family. I already have a mom. They’re out there, looking for me. I know it.”

Freddy let out a small sigh. “Billy, look. I know this shit sucks, hard. Everyone in this house has done their fair share of running away too. We’ve all tried it at least once. But, you should at least give this place a chance.”

I lightly scoffed at the idea. “Yeah, well whatever, I guess.”

“Listen I know I can’t stop you if you’ve already got your mind set on looking for your mom. But, just between us, I would just try to settle down somewhere until you age out of the system so you can at least keep a roof over your head.” I could see his expression grow more concerned as he spoke. “I just don’t want you to run out of places you can fall back on.”

As I opened my mouth to reply, I was interrupted by the loud crash that was two upperclassmen barging down the hall. To my unfortunate surprise they slam open the locker door next to Freddy, nearly crushing his hand in the process. Freddy scoffed, annoyed as we saw them jam wads of crumpled papers into their lockers.

“Hey Freeman, you wanna keep your crutches to yourself bro?” One of the guys said as he pushed Freddy’s crutch with his shoe.

“Seriously man, how many peoples toes do you smash with that thing in a day?”

Freddy took a step back. “Dude, I was here first, and I was almost done anyways. What’s your problem?”

Both of the upperclassmen started to smirk at each other in amusement. “It was just a joke man, you don’t have to be so soft all the time.” Then he pushed Freddy backwards into me and I felt the weight of his body hit me like a bag of sand. I helped him regain his balance so he didn’t get the chance to fully hit the ground. But these douchebags were seriously just okay with doing this?

“Freddy, who the hell are these guys?” I whisper to him as I hear Mary shout in the distance. Slamming her locker and starting to yell at them as she stomps over.

Freddy says, “They’re the Bryers. Most annoying dudes in school.” He rolls his eyes. “They’re both technically in my grade but one of them is a super senior, so he should’ve already graduated by now.”

“Yeah, that guy who shoved you looks like he’s pushing thirty. He should probably worry more about figuring out his plans for retirement instead of being a dick.”

Freddy covers his mouth with his free hand as we both start to giggle to ourselves. Then as we regain our chill we start to tune back into Mary’s scolding. “And another thing, literally half the things you guys say aren’t even “jokes”. They’re just shallow insults you guys laugh after saying because you guys are assholes.”

Freddy seemed a little taken aback by Mary calling someone an asshole, especially since Darla was standing only a few feet away.

“You guys need to grow up. You’re not funny, no one here likes you, and you guys need to learn to keep your hands to yourself and leave people alone!”

I started to wince a bit at the scenario playing before me. I could tell that Mary was pissed, and that she meant every word she said. She was standing up for her brother, and I respect that. But, after every word the Bryers just smiled and giggled to each other more and more. They didn’t care about anything she was saying, they were just getting entertainment out of the fact that she was so mad her face was turning red.

They continued to take turns taunting. One of them jumped back into the conversation, “What are you gonna do about it Bromfield? Give me a lecture? Send me to my room? Mary please, you’re such a baby. Just because you like to boss people around all day and play pretend mom for your fake siblings doesn’t actually make you the boss of anyone. It just makes you look like a massive dork.”

Mary recoiled in disbelief. Any red in her cheeks that she lost catching her breath in the passing moments came back twofold.

I spoke up from behind Mary as she whipped her head around, almost seemingly like she forgot that Freddy and I were witnessing these boneheads too. “You guys are being total assholes for no reason.”

The brothers pushed Mary out of the way and walked over to me and Freddy. Their faces etched with both disgust and confusion. “ I don’t know who this guy is, but let’s get one thing straight. We weren’t being assholes, you guys are just babies. Do none of you guys know what a joke is or are you guys just soft or something?”

“At least I’m not soft in the head, like you two are.”

Freddy shot me an alarmed side eye as the brothers talked amongst each other. Under their breath I could hear one of them say. “Did you just call us stupid?” He said as he shoved me with annoyance.

“Get your gross-ass hands off of me!” I fired back as I shoved the younger brother into his older brother as a taste of his own medicine.

Then they both started to walk closer to me, their figures blocking out the lights in the hall as the smell of body odor and old milk started to creep into my nose. I took a step back to try and preserve my personal space.

“We’re not soft in the skull, dipshit. But you might be.” One of the brothers said as he grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall of lockers behind me.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through every inch of my skull as I grabbed the back of my head in sudden agony. I accidentally let out a small yelp as the feeling erupted through all my nerves. Overwhelming me before I could even process what just happened.

The loud crash of the lockers made everyone in the hall start to look in our direction.Their faces slightly blurred as a sudden wave of dizziness tuned out the shouts of the growing crowd. It was time to go. I ducked under one of the brothers arms and tried to make a break for the exit, only making it two steps before I was yanked backwards by the hood of my jacket.

I tried to squirm around to break free, trying to focus more on escaping than landing any hits, but I was hardly able to keep my feet on the ground. The younger brother put his arms underneath both of my armpits, locking me into place and forcing both of my arms out to the side. Leaving me in an extremely unfavorable position to win this fight.

The older of the two brothers started to roll up his sleeve as he stomped closer to me, winding up his fist to punch me as hard as he could. The faint sounds of Freddy and Mary shouting at them to stop faded into the distance as I saw his fist come hurtling towards me.

I had only seconds before I was either about to lose either some of my teeth or some of my breakfast. So I had to think fast. As the younger of the two brothers was still struggling to hold me still I reflexively ducked just in time to hear the *click* of his brother’s knuckles colliding full force into his jaw.

The feeling of the icy cold floor was an immediate taste of relief that I never thought I’d feel as I got up and started to make a run for it. The bell for first period rang throughout the halls as I saw a flock of adults running over to the Bryers. I escaped and made my way out the front two doors. As I sprinted out to the sidewalk I heard the Bryers burst out of the school’s front doors right behind me, cussing me out as they began to chase after me.

Not the best first day I’ve ever had, but definitely one of the most entertaining ones.

End.

Trying to re-work my Shazam character designs. Obi first up is Billy.

I didn’t want to modify them too much because I like what I’ve done so far. However, I really wanna try and them them all model sheets, so that requires a lot more focus and intention with my lineart than I’m used to lol,,,

I was also inspired to work on this today specifically because I read the new chapter. At first I thought it was gonna be the same, “Billy’s long-lost parent ruins Vasquez family adoption” plot line that the new52 had, but I was pleasantly surprised. I can’t tell which run I like better so far because like,,, I’m really confused on why Billy & the Captain are 2 different people??? I have a hard time following that part. But, I enjoy the characterization a LOT more in this one. In the new 52 Billy is a little too much of an asshole imo. 💀

Like, I think in this new Dawn of DC version of Billy would have never yelled at Darla, and wouldn’t have picked random fights with Mary. Unlike his 2013-2019 counterpart lol. I really DO like characters who are a bit jaded & a little snarky though. I guess it’s a fine line that writers have to try and not cross.

Anyways that was my little ramble. If you would like to discuss the new run with me, or maybe let me know which version of Billy you prefer both my DMs & comments are open, as always. :)

Enjoy! ~ ⚡️❤️

The colors on my iPad look janky as hell as I draw this 💀 but I wanted to draw another quick exploration drawing for my Shazam “powers of living lightning” concept thingy. Idk

Maybe I’ll remaster and color/shade it fully but for now it’s just flats with some overlays lol

Anyways,,,, enjoy~✨

(Edit 4/16/2024: fixed the colors :p ⚡️❤️)

My Darla redesign, and also my work in progress for her superhero form!! 💜✨🔮⚡️

I know I won’t get a chance to finish this tonight because normally going from the building/sketching stage to line art is at least an hour or two, not to mention coloring and shading LOL.

I’m still not exactly satisfied with the current proportions/pose, but it’s bedtime for me rn,,, I’m very sleepy haha.

But, I also redesigned Darla to give her a fuzzy oversized sweater and some stripped leggings! I also gave her some necklaces and soft winter boots! :D

Enjoy~ ✨

🖤⚡️ My Black Adam Design ⚡️🖤

Lol I ended up tracing over my original Shazam design because I was mostly working on this drawing while I was at work, on my phone.

I had it a lot more purple at first but then changed it over to be more of a worn bronze color.

Enjoy~✨

Something soft and sweet for the timeline 💗⚡️🌿

For those who don’t know the two characters I have in this drawing are my version of Billy and Samara as older teenagers. And they eventually become a couple! And they are cute, and soft, and pink!

Samara is an old Captain Marvel character that used to be known as Cissy Sommerly but, I changed her up a little bit. I changed her name so that way it fit into the naming scheme of everyone having matching initials, like Billy Batson, Freddy Freeman, Darla Dudley etc. etc. So now she’s Samara Sommerly! Yay! 🎉

She is the daughter of Sterling Silver, and heir to the throne of Whiz Radio, their family business.

Billy loves Samara’s spunky and sweet personality, mixed with her fierce determination towards her goals.

Samara loves Billy’s dry and sarcastic whit that blends with his strong values towards justice and family.

It’s a tale as old as time. But, their connection really starts when Whiz Radio is on the brink of going out of business. Samara is heartbroken because if Whiz Radio goes out of business, that means her and her family will have to move to a different city, and she will lose everything she’s ever known.

And then there’s Billy, a foster kid who grew up being moved house to house his whole life, who never really got the chance to plant his roots in a meaningful way in any community.

He empathizes with her panic about having to move to a new place and lose the comfort that was everything you once knew, and opens up to her about his childhood in the foster system.

Then, in an attempt to save Whiz Radio, Samara sparks a plan to make a radio show on the new hero Captain Marvel/Shazam as a way to get more listeners and save her family from bankruptcy.

Billy wants to help Samara save Whiz Radio and keep Samara in Fawcett City, so he offers to co-host with her on her new radio show and this is the catalyst for their close bond.

Note: She is unaware of Billy’s alternate identity as the hero Shazam however, Billy takes opportunities whenever he can to help her with her radio show as both Captain Marvel/Shazam and Billy cause’ he cares about her and wants her to stay in Fawcett City.

Closeup drawing below because compression kicks my ass lowkey. 😔🤙

Okay I think I finally settled on an art style for them LOL 😭💞

Anyways, here's my designs for Billy and Mary so far, they're so girly pop slay~ ⚡️

Btw for anyone who reads the tags

#Shazam:CoBL is my working tittle for this version of the characters.

It stands for Shazam: City of Brotherly Love. Because the story takes place in Philadelphia, and it's about found family like why would you NOT use that title. It’s lovely.

Hii, sorry it’s been a while, I am unfortunately inbetweeen hyperfixations and it suckkkkss lol. I also haven’t been able to get my adderall refilled since December due to a mix of supply shortages and moving to a different state.

Hopefully I’ll be able to continue working on my story and finish it soon? Idk. Currently feel as though I am living in a haze, not really awake, but not dreaming either. It’s very strange, but I believe it’s because I am almost never without a fixation. Hopefully something will spark my interest soon.

Just posting this here because it was a sketch I was doing to practice adding more 3D forms and thought into my drawings and character designs. So far I’ve been lucky and my brain has been up to the challenge and it hasn’t been too overwhelming.

Ok yeah that’s not much of an update 💀 but it’s all I have for now lol.

Cheers! ~ 🥂

Note: images on top right are not mine, they’re face/head-shape breakdowns I found on Pinterest xoxo