Another Sketch For Tonight! ❤️⚡️🪄

Practice sheet for head rotations ^_^ ⚡️

Also, I was thinking about maybe posting samples of my version of the Shazam story that I’m working on? If you’re interested in reading that I’ll most likely post it on tumblr. Please let me know below if that’s something that you’d be interested in reading!! :)

Okay another update for my character designs so far here is Freddy!!! ⚡️

Hopefully I will get around to drawing Darla tomorrow! :D

Working on a Freddy re-design as well, but this one’s a bit of a rush job because it’s like 1am and I really wanna go to bed LOL

I also have some concept models done of the Rock of Eternity as well. I want it to kinda be a floating island diamond-shape looking thing. The bottom half of the diamond kinda like the floating islands in Steven Universe, and then the top part being kinda grassy mountains helping to make the diamond shape,,, I also need to add the little thrones in there. I was also thinking of maybe a little cave area in the mountain, but idk yet. I obi don’t have the skills to model that so I would have to draw it all by hand,,, so we’ll see~ ✨⚡️❤️

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! ~ ⚡️❤️

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

[ Master List | Billy’s Index ]

CHARACTER SHEET

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NAME: Billy Batson

AGE: 14 years old

BIRTHDAY: December 23rd 1992

HEIGHT: 5’5 /165 cm

STATUS: Alive

OCCUPATION: Student at Fawcett High

SPECIES: Human

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

EYE COLOR: Dark Green

OTHER INFO: none

INTERNAL CONFLICT OVERVIEW

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GOAL/DESIRE

After years of disappointment in the foster system, Billy's goal/desire throughout the story is to find his “true family” where he wants to feel a true sense of love & belonging.

FEAR

Billy fears that he will never find a group of people who will want to love/care for him & that he will spend the rest of his life isolated and alone.

MISBELIEF

Billy is under the misbelief that his birth mother is the only person who can give him this sense of belonging. Billy’s memories of her from his early childhood are the only moments of his life he ever felt truly cared for.

CHARACTER ARC

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Billy starts the story as a troubled teen who lets his misbelief that his birth mother is his one “true family” guide his every decision.

This leads to him to act cold/distant from the people in his life that are trying to make an emotional connection with him. He’s had a long history of being emotionally burned before, and he’s not interested in getting attached to another temporary home.

Throughout the arc of his story he learns to open himself up to the Vasquez siblings. When the Vasquez siblings give Billy that sense of love/belonging he was looking for, Billy learns that family isn't defined by blood but by people who genuinely care about you.

End.

[ Master List | Drawing/Art Index ]

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

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

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➸ Darla Dudley’s Character Info

- Character Introduction Sheet

- Character Arc Sheet

- Character Lore/Background info

- Character Relations Sheet

- Other Info

➸ Darla Dudley Drawings

- Char. Designs Mary/Freddy/Billy/Darla

- Char. Designs +Rosa

- Char. Designs +Samara

- Char. Designs +Shazam

- Darla superhero/shazam design work in progress

- Darla’s superhero/shazam design completed

- Powers of Living Lightning

- Darla and Billy Sibling Piggyback Ride

[ Master List | Art/Drawing Index ]

My first design for my version of The Wizard! ⚡️🔮✨🌿

I know this one’s kinda out of the box but I wanted to make him seem kinda in-human and more magical? I guess kinda like help separate him from the humans in the story? Also he has dot eyes when he has his glasses on because drawing the eyes out with everything I have going on near his face was just,,, a lot lol.

Anyways yeah he’s chill but eccentric as fuck lol.

And also a size comparison between The Wizard, Shazam, and Billy just for reference.

A quick little Samara doodle ^_^

Hopefully will be drawing my version of the Shazam characters more since I have all their designs down to a place I like atm.

Extra doodles below ⬇️

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.