Mr. Badtimes

Five-year old Joey Cavichi has quite an imagination. It just so happens that whatever he draws can come into the real world. Now, when Joey drew a person, the person that came into the real world was not alive. But Joey realized he could wear this drawing like it was a suit of armor, and within he could control it. From within, he found he was superhumanly fast and strong. It was like riding a grownup-sized mech. Joey realized, with this, he could do whatever he wanted, and nobody would know to blame him.

The usual example of a child with creepy imagination powers has a kid who can just will things into existence or whatever. That’s all well and good, but I decided to go a different way with it, so that the kid can get into actual fistfights with superheroes. Fistfights are an important part of superhero comics after all.

Wyverna

Like her ancestors, Anna Laughlin can summon forth the spirit of the mythical Wyvern. Creating pseudophysical manifestations of wings, claws, a tail, et cetera, Anna can fly, slash through stone, and so on. While many of her ancestors had used the powers sparingly (because they can be detrimental to the user’s health), and generally for good (including in the World Wars), Anna has become Wyverna, a full-on supervillain. Why have superhuman powers if you aren’t using them for your own good, right? Her criminal career has led to her tangling with another person whose powers run in their family, the Flying Falchion.

It was difficult, while coloring this character, not to make her look like the Welsh flag. Also, I don’t know much about the Wyvern of folklore and I didn’t do any research for this character. I mean, if I ever actually used her in a story, I’d do so, but for now I’m content not knowing a thing.

Some handsome idiot forgot to schedule the Phone Guys yesterday.

I have enough villains sketched and colored to get me all the way through what remains of Supervillain Sunday year! Let’s get going:

Axkiller McGee

There is a group called the Weird Assassins. When a young girl discovered she had the ability to make any kind of ax, from battleaxes to hatchets, appear in her hand at will, she knew she could find a way to make that into a life. Luckily a love of money and a belief that human lives were not worth all that much meant that she could find work among the Weird Assassins, being hired to take on the strangest assassin cases in the business. Unlike many of the Weird Assassins, Axkiller McGee enjoys being a bit theatrical and will try to make her hits in as public a forum as she can while still expecting to get away. That kind of risk-taking has made her a frequent combatant against superheroes, which would normally be a no-no for an assassin, but her success rate means she is still able to find work.

I admit, after I drew this character it took me forever to come up with a name. Once I wrote down “Axkiller McGee” I knew I needed to take a break for a while. So I did. Anyway, I said when I made Killercat that I would probably do more Weird Assassins, and I knew this was a sketch that would fit into that loose-knit collection of killers for hire.

Hypnogre

The portal between Ogretropolis and this strange world called “Earth” is too small for an ogre to get through. But humans seem to be the perfect size for such dimensional travels. Hypnogre is an ogre hypnotist who has taken to controlling the minds of humans and forcing them to do his bidding, smuggling things to and from Earth to create a thriving criminal trade empire.

Full disclosure: Marq came up with the name “Hypnogre” after I complained to him that all the “best” ogre names (ie. Electrogre, Technogre, Necrogre, etc.) were all taken according to Google. The fact that an ogre hypnotist fit so well within my existing creations just proved it was meant to be.

I suppose that I could get a post out of how I almost died a few weeks back. I’m overstating it, but it is still technically true. I came very close to inhaling a bunch of dust from a bag of dish sanitizer pellets that, according to the package, would be fatal if inhaled. Luckily, I reacted quickly when I saw the cloud of dust coming at me, and stopped mid-breath (a reaction I’ve trained myself on clouds of cigarette smoke and car exhaust), so the dust did not get further than my nostrils. I immediately got myself to fresh air and made sure to not inhale through my nose for a bit. When I went back and . It burned pretty strongly in there for hours, even after I flushed my nose with water.

The package said that if it had gotten into the lungs, it would have messed them up pretty badly, so I was hoping maybe the chemicals would cause permanent damage in the form of destroying my nosehairs. That doesn’t seem to be the case.

Woulda been a pretty stupid way to die.