#oc divinity

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Haven't felt like coloring lineart lately. It's kind of a pain sometimes...

Regardless, now that I'm going back to First Flight to give Psy a proper backstory, thought I'd draw his beloved angel Faith again.

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Slowly learning how to color on firealpaca using my sketches. It's a big work in progress but i'm proud of it so far. ...now i just need to figure out how to shade...

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Sample

A sample from a current WIP. May change a lot by the final version.

Supervillain x Superheroine, Heroine POV

After everything Psychopath had put me through since he entered my life, all the chaos he’d caused me and especially Icarus, it was all at an end. I felt almost dumbstruck as we stood outside his newest secret base, an old warehouse facility on the edge of town. It was always the old warehouses the villains liked to set up camp.

Considering his arrest would earn me a hefty promotion, I should have felt happy. Or perhaps relieved that the villain could no longer hurt anyone else like he had Icarus or the countless before him.

I should have felt something, anything, other than what I did.

Lost. I felt lost.

My tongue absently traced the line where his lips had met with mine. It had been a desperate gambit, a cruel trick to distract his mind-bending powers long enough to get him in cuffs.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About how soft his lips had been and how it had been the first time in months that I had kissed anyone. 

The worst part was that I liked it.

Perhaps the only thing worse was that Psychopath knew I liked it.

“So,” he sing-songed as he stood next to me.

He held his head high for a man in power-restraining handcuffs. If he tried something now, I could easily subdue him until the cops came. 

Strangely, he didn’t try anything. Just stood there, sneaking far too obvious glances at me.

“So?” I repeated.

“About that kiss.”

Of course that’s what he wanted to bring up. Why would it be anything else?

“What about it?” I looked away from him.

I wished I could hide the way my cheeks heated up just at the thought of that one damning peck.

His shoulders rose and fell in a languid shrug too relaxed for a man in handcuffs. I could see the devilish grin spreading across his face, framed by his stunning beard. I hated how smug he was.

“Wanna do it again?” he offered.

“No,” was my immediate answer. 

“Damn, no hesitation.” He laughed, but didn’t seem too bothered by it. He’d probably expected as much. He turned his head to look down at me. “That’s a shame though, angel. I can tell you liked it.”

I wanted to protest, say it was all in his head. I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie. What was the point? Psychopath had already read my mind when our lips touched. He knew the effect he had on me.

I changed my approach. “That’s irrelevant,” I said.

“Is it?”

As much as I wanted to entertain the thought of something passionate, something sweet growing between us, I crushed the feelings to the bottom of my heart. I knew better, and so did he.

“It would never work - you and me,” I told him, my voice flat, matter-of-fact. “You’re a supervillain, a criminal. And I’m-”

“An angel. The most beautiful angel I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He spoke with such sincerity that it froze me in my tracks. He meant what he said, and I knew it. He didn’t mind the white-feathered wings I could never get rid of, the one that so many civilians hesitated away from. He looked at me with such reverence that it made me ashamed to look at him.

If only he’d been a hero.

That’s right. That’s what I was.

“I’m a superhero,” I corrected him. “It would never work.”

“We could make it work.”

His shoulder brushed against mine, sparking electricity through my body. I was grateful for the way our supersuits covered our bodies, for the power-restraining cuffs that could keep him from reading my mind even if we’d slipped and accidentally touched.

“Psy-”

The nickname slipped out without me meaning to. I had never called him Psy, not to his face. In my thoughts, sure. And even in the briefest moments to Icarus before the villain worked his chaos. But never to his face.

His grin only grew. “So you’ve given me a nickname, angel. I must admit, I like it.”

My smile grew tight, painfully so, and then finally faded.

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You love me.”

I couldn’t argue with him. I pretended I was too tired from our fight to fully acknowledge his words, but they had pierced through my heart. I heard him perfectly. 

Just as I heard the police sirens in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now before they came and took Psychopath away to one of those fancy prisons made just for supervillains. Our time was short.

Before the police came into view, Psychopath committed one last villainous deed. He leaned down, his hands taking mine ever so gently, and kissed me again. I looked up at him, eyes wide, unable to speak. And he just grinned like he committed the perfect crime. Maybe he did. No one could ever know about this, about us.

“A parting gift,” he said gently. “It’ll be a while before I see your pretty face again.”

I was stern. Realistic. “You won’t escape from that jail.”

But he smiled that damningly charming cocky smile of his. “I will. I’ve done it before.”

I didn’t have time to ask how he managed it. The cop cars pulled up to the old abandoned warehouses. They left their cars slowly, carefully, guns trained on my supervillain. But Psychopath just casually raised his hands to wave, clearly showing he’d been cuffed.

“Easy there. You might hurt someone with one of those,” he teased.

The cops just scoffed. One roughly shoved him into the back of a car. The other looked at me with such gratitude I felt sick.

“Our city is safer now thanks to you, Divinity,” he said. “You managed to do what no other hero could. Just remember us small folk when you get your promotion.”

My mouth suddenly felt dry as the reality hit me. They were taking Psychopath away. Determined as he may be to get out, I didn’t fully believe he could. The prison was always tightening its security. Maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to outsmart the guards.

Maybe I would never see him again. And this moment - those two kisses - were all I had to remember him by.

I don’t remember what I told the officer, but he seemed happy with it and went on his way. Before the two police cars pulled away, I looked to Psychopath, sitting in the back as though this were just another joy ride. He was too confident for his own good. I liked that about him.

He must have seen me looking at him, because he raised his hand to wave. But he didn’t wave. One hazel eye winked at me, while he blew me a playful kiss.

He wasn’t worried at all.

That was just the kind of man he was.

And I was left alone with his abandoned hideout and the ghost of his kiss against my lips.

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Was starting to get tired of looking at this. Forgot how tiring digital art can be. I still don't know if it looks good or not...

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tw: drunkenness

The room grew deathly silent the moment the superheroine stepped into the bar. 

She wasn’t welcome here. She knew as much from the start. Still, the secret villains’ bar had called her deliberately on her private cell phone. She couldn’t just ignore their needs. 

Though the seedy tavern was home to some of the most notorious villains in the city, the agency had strict policies about only fighting the bad guys and arresting them when they were actually creating trouble for citizens. For now, Divinity had no quarrel with them. 

Rather, she’d been called to pick up a particularly obnoxious villain and bring him home before the other patrons strangled him. 

She bowed her head in polite greeting to the barkeep, who jerked a clawed finger in the direction of a man slouched across the bar in a fancy violet suit. 

“I’m so sorry for the trouble, Kingpin,” the angelic hero said with a sigh. 

The bartender gave a pained smile. “It’s not your fault. Today is your first anniversary of making it to the big leagues, right? That’s probably what did it.”

Was it today? Divinity had had her hands so full it hadn’t even crossed her mind. 

Her former nemesis, on the other hand, had nothing but time to think - that, and far more alcohol than was good for his system. 

“I’ll get him out of here so you nefarious folk can get some peace and quiet.”

The heroine approached the telekinetic villain Psychopath. 

 “Come on,” she said gently. “You can’t sleep here.”

Psychopath looked more pitiful than Faith had ever seen him as he raised his head from the bar and locked eyes with the heroine. Tears hung in the corners of his bloodshot eyes, his cheeks flushed from the liquor’s effect. 

“Angel…?” he sniffled pathetically, as though not believing his eyes. 

She was the only one who could get him to go at a time like this. 

Her lips tugged into a sorry excuse for a smile. 

“It’s me.” She nodded. “Let’s go home.”

A smile whine passed his lips. “Don’t wanna go home. You’re not there.”

Divinity rolled her eyes. “Well, you can’t stay here. The other villains are getting sick of your crying.”

She carefully slung one of his arms over her shoulders. He furiously wiped away his tears on his other sleeve. 

“‘M not crying.”

She exhaled a sigh. “Of course you’re not. Come on. One foot in front of the other.”

It took a little finesse but Faith guided her drunken ex-nemesis from the bar. There were a few times his drunken stumbling almost caused her to trip but, somehow, they left the tavern behind without too much chaos and headed down the street. 

Divinity hated that she still remembered where the villain’s apartment was. 

“You’ve got to move on at some point, Psy.”

Faith kept her eyes forward as she walked, but her ex-nemesis’s eyes were ever on her. 

“Tried fightin’ other heroes, but they’re not you.”

She drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. 

“I’ve got my hands full with other villains, you know. You can’t keep breaking down like this.”

“But I miss you.”

A beat. 

A heartbeat skipped. 

Did he even realize what he was making this sound like? A bad break up! That's what!

“It’s not like we had anything special, Psy. You committed crimes, and I stopped you. Anyone could fill my spot.”

“No.” He stubbornly refused to take another step forward. 

Another exasperated sigh was pulled from Divinity’s lungs. 

“What now?”

“It was special. Maybe not for you. But it was for me.” He stared hard into her eyes as his lips trembled. “You were my only nemesis, Angel. You will always be my only nemesis.”

Her gaze softened. It really was like a breakup to him. 

“You’re a real handful, you know that?”

A desperate grin parted his lips. 

“All I ask is that I’m in your hands.”

The heroine made a silent vow to herself to put a stop to Psychopath’s evil plans a little more often. 

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Haven’t felt like drawing anything for months with how crazy life has been. Finally had the energy to doodle some new OCs.

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Might color this one day but, for now, this is as good as it gets.