#medium oc

[oc-tober (day 2) - new oc]

reusing old art because i'm allowed to do that AND i liked this one,,

>> maple keane

i drew maple for the first time last year for this prompt, and she didn't have a name or anything. i just wanted to mess around and draw a new character. i didn't flesh her out or give her any story until right before artfight this year, while i was sitting in the green room waiting for my show during a night of one acts at my local theatre. (she was also an excuse for me to draw someone with a sort of autumn aesthetic more often,,,)

i love her colors so much, she's so cool <3

more yapping (about maple the drawing, & the prompt list) under the cut!

I just want to be a teenager for once. I didn’t ask to be born with superpowers, I just got unlucky and was. Why can’t people just leave me alone?

Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Nico Damaris, a sixteen-year-old boy who just so happens to have extremely powerful fae magic at his disposal. It’s a long story, but basically one of my ancestors married a faery and imbued his entire bloodline with faery genetics, so my entire family has some sort of fae magic they can use. I got generic pink pixie dust crap. Go figure.

If you’re wondering why I’m so upset about it, basically, my family has a long history of working as superheroes using our magic. While that’s cool and all, it’s just not really my thing. I’m a pacifist. Combating villains just doesn’t sit right with me. My parents are fine with it—they know fighting crime isn’t for everyone. They’re not the problem.

The problem is how well known my family is in the superhero business. My mom used to be a hero but retired when she decided she wanted to raise a family. So were my grandfather and great-uncle. So when the big superhero agencies find out the Damaris family has a son who inherited the family gift, they won’t leave me the heck alone. I get several letters a month begging me to join one hero team or another. It gets really annoying sometimes.

My mom tries to talk to them. She’ll tell them I’m too young to be fighting crime. Sometimes they actually listen and promise to hold off on the requests until I’m an adult. But usually they name a hero who started as a teenager and continue smothering me with letters. The only reason I haven’t considered joining the villains out of spite is because the idea of committing crimes rubs me the wrong way. If being a hero is bad, being a villain is worse.

I don’t want to hurt people. Villains, heroes, civilians…I don’t want to be responsible for anyone, no matter how bad, getting injured. I don’t like violence of any kind, even if it’s for a greater cause. Is that wrong?

Even if it is, it’s how I got here.

I stand in front of three other kids my age. The first is a tall platinum blonde boy who doesn’t really look like he wants to be here—there’s a steely look in his red-violet eyes as he fidgets with one of the pins on his leather jacket. The second is a buxom brunette who’s looking around the room, her grey eyes sparkling. The third is a willowy black girl with box braids and blue eyes that seem to stare through my soul. Despite her casual smile, it feels like she’s mentally probing me. She might be, honestly. Who knows.

“Okay, uh…” I’ve practiced this, but I’m still awkward. I’ve barely talked to these kids. The only reason I’ve ever interacted with them is because we all go to the same high school. “Um…hi. As you know, I’m Nico. The reason we’re here is because we all have superpowers but don’t want to use them to fight crime. Is that right?”

The blonde boy nods. The black girl says “Mhm,” and the brunette blinks, snaps back to reality and says, “Oh yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. So…I’ve only interacted with all of you like once, so…maybe let’s say our names and what our powers are? I’ll go first, I’m Nico Damaris, and I have fae magic.”

“You sound like a preschool teacher.” It’s the blonde boy who makes this comment.

I laugh. “I kinda do, don’t I?”

He nods. “Well…I’m Luka Zhiyi…I can…” he waves his hands wildly. “I don’t really know how to explain it…but…I can…sort of…channel spirits? It’s…kind of complicated.”

“Mediumship?” the black girl asks.

“Is…that what’s it’s called? If so, then…yeah, it’s mediumship.”

“My turn!” the brunette girl yells excitedly. “Okay, so I’m Camilla Keenes, I’m 15 and I can open portals!”

“My name is Zylah Hespers, and my power is hypnotism, specifically through eye contact.” Her facial expression doesn’t match her tone when she says this.

“Okay, that’s everyone. So…am I right to assume you’re all pacifists too and that’s why you don’t want to be a superhero?”

“More or less.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“I just have other career paths in mind.”

“Yeah, well, the way things work in this world, if you have powers, you’ve either got to be a hero or a villain. And I don’t think any of us want to be either, so…what do we do?”

“Simple,” Zylah says. “We form a third party. We’re neither heroes or villains, we’re neutral. We advertise ourselves as such, and the big hero agencies leave us alone because we’re already a team.”

“That,” Camilla says, “is genius.”

“Thank you.”

“She’s right, that’s actually really smart. Even if we don’t do anything, once we’re older and can do legal stuff like form contracts, we can start our own superhero agency where we don’t actually have to do superhero work if we don’t want to.”

“What are we gonna call ourselves?” Luka asks.

“Eh, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 (bioghaphy & rules)

❝  a banshee ; siren of decay, the one who wanders the earthly plane with lost and forgotten.  ❞

dark & mature themes ; on hiatus.

More Sprite edits~ Kychi Kemuri - Ultimate Medium

Masahiko Yamamoto - Ultimate Therapist Robot

Mitsaki Masako - Ultimate Hacker

Yokiko Aoi - Ultimate Agent

sketched Juliet and John with their baby daughter Astra the other day bc I saw @cuntstantinee 's post ab Rory and John's baby werehyena daughter and also bc hormones made me feel maternal

Both very sleep deprived but so in love with their little bean

Juliet's aunt gifted the bib she embroidered herself with the baby's name.

tried to draw juliet over her face claim, a young Isabelle Huppert

just a quick doodle