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pillowspace · 9 months

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ur random funky lil stuffs about run dca are helping me cope w/ the fact i haven’t been able to see the dlc on xbox (yet) despite reloading the store fifty times so thank you very much for that <3

#thats what they look like right.. i was too lazy to pull up a ref #pillowspace art #ask

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tiney-tadpole · 3 months

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Wip of some fae-things I haven't drawn in a while

#wip #oc tag #emerald #bejewel #I did their outfits from memory cuz I was too lazy to pull up refs

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ntj2pj · 19 days

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reallyyyy lazy ref on my new atp soldat :D

a flee response as atp soldat oc lmao. Man with fastest reaction (enough to catch falling colleague before they break their bones, or pull them away from bullets. He does it quite often.) Feel free to doodle my guy or draw them interacting with your ocs i guess. more info:

a nervous touchy animal who'll just run away if he is being yelled at or insulted too hard (being yelled at by allies and superiors feels much worse for guy than any loud noise or gunfire. poor thing) And even breaks windows to jump away from any height and floor. He really doesn't care and ABSOLUTELY ain't afraid of height. Luckily manages to survive. Fucking gymnast-acrobat. But how annoying he is. TO WORK WITH. You just stand close. sneeze at him not gently enough and HE DISAPPEARS. He gets along with colleagues pretty well... Well, by my AAHW metrics. He isn't popular or favorite, but he gets along with others pretty well and nobody avoids him. He is seen as very non-threating and weak. Or cute. However they call it. He is also pretty tactile (may occasionally try to hold hands or hug someone) and gentle in general, friendly fella. Gets along with mags pretty well and tried to comfort one when saw first time. Extremely good at chasing. Somehow manages to bounce around busy roadways and not become a pancake in the road, getting in windows, getting out, survive and not die on missions. Can do tricks on bicycles cooler than many bikers on motorcycles and usually steals any transport of that kind (but gentle enough to put it back after using). Very expercienced as someone who is being chased. Flee just runs out of AAHW casually without even any plan if triggered, breaks any shit on his way on impulse. And then gets back because Flee doesn't really know how he would survive, doesn't have a plan, and really don't want to leave job. Or, well, gets captured by agents and not even getting so far. His hair was torn out by other soldat who tried to capture him at first attempt to run away, but got kicked (Dan). They're becoming bffs later. Why he got such a weird reaction? Well. In my au every atp gets +- unique programs and modifications which makes them extremely mentally ill useful in different ways lol. ATPs gets their brain messed up and minmaxed in worst and unnatural ways, that's why many scared of it. Amnesia also isn't a good part. Flee was created in AAHW, and his modification ruined his fear-response, too much training created steel reflexes like unavoidable instincts, and messed ability to recognize threats. Guy is very fearless about combats, heights, insane tricks, absolutely doesn't care about risks of breaking any bone or dying (still will do a lot so colleagues won't), but will shit himself from fear and overwhelm if you just say smth mean to him loudly. If it would be done by few grunts he will get nightmares and flashbacks even. Because his sense of being punished and shame is also messed up. For the good of AAHW, of course. At first he was threatened and insulted a lot for this defect, because everyone was confused, then he was used on a trainings because damn he's like a cockroach. And then he was given a little safe place to run in it and not just out of aahw on the streets. aka personal space lmao, until they find out to fix it. But many coworkers find doing little pranks and scaring him funnier because the reaction is just too funny with all that jumping on highest surface in room, or running on all walls and then comedically hit head and FALL. Aaand he doesn't beat them up for it, he just runs as first reaction. Can even bump right into the agent who did it, like an NPC trying to run in a wall, pushing the poor guy like a fucking box in a videogame. Extremely funny idiot. So yeah he gets a lot of occasional jokes for not being aggressive enough. Not to coworkers. :D

#7lroc:fleeres #my art #madness combat oc #atp soldat #madness combat #my oc

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black-lake · 1 month

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2nd house profection year

it’s my 2nd house profection year and I’m noticing some changes in my life. < my 2nd house is in cancer for ref.

~༯ I’m eating more this year than ever tbh. like I started having comfort food!!! eating whatever I want whenever and not holding myself back as much, which is very unlike me btw. I have a virgo moon and I’m not just nitpicky but also strict with my diet, even tho I have a fast metabolism (aries stellium).

~༯ usually when I’m stressed I tend to starve myself or get over caffeinated but this year I’m leaning more towards eating for comfort < yes taurus core.

~༯ I started going to the gym again but I’d slack off and become uninterested and bored, then find it interesting again, but that could just be my gem rising.

~༯ It seems like life is more abundant. things come easier! there's less resistance. I’m able to slow down and smell the roses.. 𓇢𓆸 I even feel a bit too comfortable or stuck in my comfort zone. everything seems like it’s too much and I just want to enjoy life. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

~༯ I started buying flowers, planting flowers, decorating my house a lot more, got more perfumes, more beautiful things. currently as we speaking I have like 10 different types of flowers in my house. I started cooking more, I even made up recipes that my family liked and started making them regularly.

~༯ I’m taking care of my skin, my body, and overall health. I'm investing more in skincare and health supplements. though sometimes I overdue it, like get fixated on one thing or another.

~༯ I'm someone that used to have high energy, I'd pull an all nighter or just wake up at 3am scroll non stop or put music on, it wasn’t energy it was ⋆˙⟡ anxiety ⟡⋆˙ , but I'm having more quality sleep this year! I'm in bed by 10 and maybe I just got older, but there's that.

~༯ giving my hair a well deserved break!! I used do dye my hair very often, this year I got a short haircut and I’m growing my natural hair back, I’ve only added a few subtle highlights and I don’t style it as often. I'm embracing more simplicity with my style, though could be that my ass got lazy 𐙚(ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

~༯ I'm planing more, working on my skills and hobbies, but not rushing or forcing things and not setting high expectations either. I don't feel like there's a rush like before. my values are changing significantly, I know what I like and don’t like and what I can put up with.

~༯ don't get too comfortable and not do anything about moving forward bcz you will be tempted to. remember to still challenge yourself!

~༯ I’m having a relatively comfortable year it got me having flashbacks of my 12th house profection year which was a fckin nightmare. It was all about the subconscious, mental health struggles, depression and overcoming these things. It really was about coming up with personified methods that help me deal with these internal conflict so I can move forward. It also was the year I became more spiritual.

~༯ my 1st house profection year wasn’t good either for me personally, it was super challenging and chaotic. it had me doing things outside my comfort zone. e.g. throwing myself in the ocean (i'm afraid of drowning). my individuality was constantly tested, my determination, my willingness to put myself first and not compromise my own needs and values.

~༯ there were instances where I felt like I'm compromising for the sake of keeping a friendship, which wasn’t reciprocated. I learned to not be afraid to walk away from ppl and places that don’t respect or value me. my cut off game wasn't particularly bad before, but I felt blinded, manipulated and pressured that year, I had to fully trust myself and only rely on myself. very much aries themes.

~༯ If you're going thRU it with your 12th or 1st house profection, know that it will teach you valuable lessons that lead you to know yourself and love yourself more. you will understand your triggers, your strengths, know who your enemies and true friends are. it gets better! this feels like the perfect year to take a break from all the past challenges that I went through, I'm able to slow down, enjoy life and reflect until I see where the next tides takes me.

stay blessed, much luv <333

#12th house #profection years #annual profections #1st house #2nd house #2nd house profection #12th house profection #1st house profection #solar return #astrology #taurus #aries #profection year

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trenchcoat-gecko · 4 months

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for sketch requests would love to see Surge or Kit, I think they'd have Good Energy!

I drew Surge completely from memory bc i was too lazy to pull up a ref 😂

#sonic the hedgehog #fanart #sth #sonic #surge the tenrec

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cecils-dragons · 6 months

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I swear Byron gets wider every time you draw him /pos

Don't look at me I was too lazy to pull up a ref photo. Haha, I'm not great at keeping my designs consistent...

#ask #tw body horror

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someverygaymoth · 3 months

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Whoops how did that get there?

(please that plaid was harder to draw than it looked cause I was too lazy to pull up a ref)

#undertale au #undertale fandom #ut au #undertale sans #xtale cross #cross sans #horrotale #horror sans #the forewarned men kissing #umtv #undertale alternate universe #au sans #sancest

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b-leach-ed · 1 year

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Imagine seeing your old regular show oc and redesigning it 🙄 Anyways, RS is rotting my brain again, and I saw this oc in my old sketchbook 😭 very cringe ik, but I had a bunch of ideas randomly popping up in my head and decided to doodle her a redesign (I’ll make an actual ref later cuz I’m lazy) Her name used to be Lucy I think, but I like Dorothy better 👍 She’s a black sheep that works in the vhs store now lol

And yes I used to simp for Thomas and I STILL do! Whatcha gonna do ab it 😤 he’s underrated asf and didn’t deserve to be written out of the show like that 💔 Also if high-five ghost can pull bitches, then he can too 👌

#regular show #regular show oc #regularshow #rs #regular show Thomas #doodles

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yourpalsalamander · 11 months

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Breakfasttale Sans:

Introduction: If you hadn't noticed, he is based off of a stack of pancakes. For obvious reasons, that I simply will not explain.

Most of his changes come in his jacket, made to look more puffy to resemble a stack of pancakes; I also thought it would be funny to make his slippers have a pancake with syrup and butter design on them. His eyelights are square shaped and the color of butter, along with syrup poured over his head with a slice of butter on top.

Routes: On the genocide route, Sans behaves as usual, observing Frisk from a far and making a few comments on how they aren't acting like a normal, non-criminal, human child, and then going completely radio silent when Papyrus dies. That is, of course, until 'human' Frisk enters the judgement hall, where his battle begins. Sans's battle plays as usual, with some design adjustments to his Gaster Blasters; the changes being syrup drizzled on their heads with a slice of butter on top, and instead of them shooting laser beams, they spew concentrated beams of maple syrup at Frisk's soul. If a beam hits their soul, then their movement speed is slowed from the natural stickiness of syrup; effect lasting for 2 heartbeats. If Frisk decides to eat Papyrus's consumable during this battle, then Sans will immediately TPK them using a wall of Gaster Blasters, and momentarily changing his death screen quote to: "Shouldn't have done that." Instead of 'Get dunked on.' After the battle is over and Sans wanders off screen to supposedly die, there would be an option to leave Papyrus's consumable on the floor of the hall to give Sans's nearby dish of pancakes company. A rare option for compassion during a genocide route.

On the pacifist route, Sans is your typical pun loving pile of pancakes (try saying that 5 times fast), who Frisk first meets after wandering out of the ruins. Sans introduces himself as "Sans, Sans the Skeleton, though I might be a pancake too," and then the rest of his regular dialogue follows. Sans annoys Papyrus and entertains Frisk and Grillby's bar costumers with skeleton puns, pancake puns, and skeleton pancake puns! Along with pranking Frisk by chugging a whole bottle of maple syrup in front of them. Though of course, when he's not found at Grillby's he will be out vending 'Sausage Cakes,' which look suspiciously like hot dogs, but if the bun were a full size pancake and the hot dog were a breakfast sausage.

Wrap up: There you have it for your syrup covered, pun loving, lazy boned skeleton! Here's a trivia fact: He has trouble seeing out of his left eyelight due to it being covered in maple syrup.

All colors pulled from this image:

(I pulled the color ref image from google, I do not own it)

#breakfasttale #breakfasttale au #new au #undertale au #undertale #underverse #underverse au #bt sans #breakfasttale sans #sans #sans the skeleton #except he is pancakes also

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blu3b1rd · 2 years

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I swore i was gonna post then ran off again, anyway heres a little thing i'd made :P

Yea you can't see his ears in that helmet, its mainly bc i was lazy and didnt wanna pull up a ref for his colors :) The helmet's not important it's just a nod to the little dragon version of him i doodle sometimes, its not really gonna show up in a lot of drawings bc i prefer his stupid aviator hat. Theres lore for this, and im too tired to explain.

no ones dead yet but hugo's been thrown like 3 times, thats what he gets for being short

#blu3b1rd #skylanders #au #flynn #hugo #if you repost this ill just come to your house and debone you

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elysia-nsimp · 2 years

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Hi so I made art of Comet in her overblot. Also there’s a story below this :]

Imagine drawing your Yuu in overblot before finishing her ref sheet lmao. Couldn’t be me

Steal my art and I’ll steal your liver

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Anyway here’s the story I wrote on the plane about Comet’s overblot

CW: Swearing, minor violence/injury to person, yelling, idk some characters may be a little out of character im still learning their personalities.

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Comet slams her fist against Crowley’s desk, rattling the pen in front of him.

“What do you mean you’re giving up?” Comet was never one to show her anger or distain, but it was clear as day that Crowley’s words rubbed her a little too far the wrong way this time.

“I’ve searched for the past two years, looking for a way to get you home, Prefect, and yet I’ve come out completely empty-handed. I’m not even sure if your home world exists,” Crowley explains, lacing his fingers together.

“It has to! What, are you gonna tell me that all of my memories are fabricated too? All those years of living in a world without magic, where the Great Eight simply do not exist, was all a lie? Tell me, Crowley,” Comet demands, leaning forward on his desk.

“Whether or not your memories are real doesn’t matter much, Prefect. I have absolutely no way of accessing your home world, and so I am giving up my search.” Crowley narrows his eyes under his mask.

“Were you even trying?” Comet retorts. Crowley is quite taken aback by her accusatory tone.

“What?”

“I said, were you even trying? Never once did I see you even holding up a finger in an attempt to send me home. You’ve just stood on the sidelines and watched me take care of all the problems at your school! For all I know, you never even started looking, simply because I do all the work you’re too lazy to do!” Tears well in Comet’s eyes as Crowley bites his lower lip. The Headmage shifting his eyes was enough of an answer for Comet, as she pulls away from his desk.

“I knew it. You’re just a narcissistic, slacking manipulator who just wanted to get out of some extra work. Figures,” Comet huffs, crossing her arms. Never once had she acted so cruel towards the Headmage before—she never even showed signs of having distaste for him. Her reaction to Crowley’s news was more than a shock to him.

“Prefect, that’s not—“

“I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses.” Comet is quick to cut Crowley off. “You could have at least done me the favor of not getting my hopes up.”

There’s a long silence between them as Crowley attempts to string his thoughts into words. Before he’s finished, Comet continues, tears starting to escape her eyes.

“And now I’ll never get home… I’m stuck here, I guess. I can kiss my hopes of seeing my family again goodbye. I bet my parents think I’m dead… I might as well be, to that world, at least.”

Crowley stands up from his seat and steps around his desk. Even through her tears, though, Comet slaps his hand away when he attempts to reach out to her.

“I don’t want your pity, Crowley. Just—Just go away.”

“Prefect, it’s not what you think. I promise I—“

Yet again, Comet is quick to cut him off; her voice cracks mid-sentence as she gets louder.

“I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth! All this time you’ve acted like you’re just the kindest person on the planet, giving me hope of returning to my loved ones, when in reality you don’t give a shit! I’m sick and tired of you walking all over me and then acting like you’re the good guy! You’re not! All my suffering in this damn place comes from your absolutely insensitivity. I’m done with that! I’m done with all of this! I want to go home, Crowley!”

Even through her monologue, Comet hiccups and sobs. She even lightly grabs Crowley’s sleeves and shakes him, something she often does to her peers when she’s upset.

“I want to go home…”

After a brief pause, Crowley places a hand on Comet’s head, hoping she doesn’t interrupt him again.

“I apologize that things ended this way. I really do wish I could have found you a way home—“

His hope was in vain.

“Liar! You fucking liar! Stop lying to me!” Comet’s voice cracks as she yells at him.

Now, by this point, Crowley has noticed Comet’s magestone wand (one which he gave her after a few of her peers banded together to help teach her magic about a year ago), which is slowly turning black.

(Author’s note: for plot purposes, mostly because I don’t have everything about Comet’s magical abilities figured out yet, she used a lot of magic very recently, as she came to Crowley’s office from magic practice with her peers that was aforementioned.)

“Prefect, you need to calm down,” Crowley begins, knowing what’ll happen if she doesn’t. However, his poor choice of words doesn’t help.

“Calm down?! Calm DOWN?! You want me to calm down?!” Comet takes a step back. “You just told me that I’m trapped in this world that’s not mine, where I’ll never see my loved ones again, where I’ll have to deal with the shit YOU don’t want to deal with, with NO WAY of going back because of your own laziness, and you’re telling me to CALM DOWN?!”

“That’s not what—“

“You’re cruel, Crowley. A monster, even. Have you not an ounce of sympathy in that shriveled little heart of yours? Or do you just not have one at all? That sure would explain it.” Hot tears stream down Comet’s face, staining her collar, as ink begins to form around her arms. Despite her shaky voice, her tone is filled with nothing but hatred, maybe a dash of pain.

Before Crowley can respond, the Ramshackle Prefect—the shy little girl who came crying to Crowley that fateful day, with a flaming weasel whom she swore wasn’t her familiar—completely overblots, inky tears staining her cheeks as the spiked crown atop her head glimmers in the dimmed light of the office. She laughs; it’s a pained laugh, forced and unnatural. Running her fingers through her hair, subconsciously braiding a strand, her feet slowly lift off the ground. As she lets go of the braid she crafted, she reaches for her magestone.

“I can’t believe I ever trusted you! Out of all the stupid shit I did here, that’s what I hate myself for the most,” Comet spits at Crowley, a fire growing in her eyes.

“Prefect,” Crowley immediately sputters out, “please, you need to listen to me.”

“I don’t have to listen to you for shit! After what you’ve done to me?! You don’t deserve that!” Comet points her magestone directly at Crowley, before continuing. “However, since I am just so kind and generous, I have opted to bring you no harm. Even I wouldn’t stoop so low. Instead, I’ll be getting you out of my sight before I change my mind. Reconsider how you treat your half a student next time, dear Headmage.” Poison laces Comet’s words as she spins around to exit—her hair hits Crowley as she turns. Before the Headmage can give any sort of a response, Comet dashes out of the room, immediately breaking into full-on sobs the moment her feet touch the ground outside the office.

Leaving a trail of ink behind her as she makes her escape, Comet runs out to the courtyard and up to a grassy hill—her favorite hill—uncaring of the attention she’s gotten from passing students. At the top of the hill, Comet collapses into a pile of sobs and torn overblotted clothing.

This hill is a sentimental one to Comet. This hill, on a starry evening, was where her partner confessed to her. She had told him all about the constellations in the sky, what they represented and what were her favorites, when she caught him staring at her instead. He wasn’t all that interested in astronomy, but hearing her talk about what she loved made him happy.

Using her magestone, Comet creates a large barrier around herself to prevent anyone from getting close (thus using more magic…). She hopes to cry her problems out, but her silence doesn’t last as long as she hoped it would; before long, someone starts rapidly knocking on the barrier. Even with her eyes blurred from the tears, she could make out her beloved partner.

“Shrimpy! What are ya doin’ up there?? We’re seriously getting worried!”

Comet wasn’t one to ignore Floyd, in fact, she was often glued to his side during school. He’s her everything—partner, bodyguard, best friend, cuddle buddy, study partner, everything—so when she turned away from him and tried to block out the sound of his voice, he knew something was terribly wrong. Something sure looked off about her too…

After a few minutes, Floyd knocks down Comet’s little barrier with his unique magic—Bind the Heart!—and runs over to her. She immediately looks up upon hearing his footsteps, allowing Floyd a good look at her new form.

“Shrimpy?… Why-“

“Leave me alone, Floyd.” Comet narrows her eyes, wiping a tear from her cheek. She should have learned, after dating Floyd for well over a year now, that Floyd is a stubborn bastard and doesn’t take “leave me alone” as a valid answer. He does not, in fact, leave her alone—quite the opposite, actually. He steps closer and kneels down near her.

“Shrimpy, you- that’s dangerous for you!” Floyd has never been great at comforting Comet, although his poor attempts have always helped her anyway. This time, however, things are different. Comet stands up, and Floyd follows.

“I don’t wanna hear this from you too. I just want to be left alone—get that through your head before it causes problems.” Comet’s tone was surprisingly snappy towards Floyd, but before he could formulate a response, Comet had already dashed off into a forest a short distance away. The only thing Floyd could do was call out her nickname and chase after her.

What Comet hadn’t realized was that during the few minutes Floyd wasn’t banging on her barrier or breaking it down, he was collecting her closest peers (that would be Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Azul, Jade, even Malleus got invited). It wasn’t long before one of them found where she ran off to and gathered the others. She was hiding behind a large tree in an open area, staring at her own inky hands in disgust. Before anyone could say anything to her though, she spoke up from behind the tree.

“Why are you so dedicated to not listening to me when I ask one simple thing of you?”

Deuce mumbles a sympathetic “Comet,” under his breath.

“Because we care about you, Comet! You’re our friend!” Kalim is the first person to peek around the tree. Comet is sitting with her knees to her chest, staring out into the forest.

“I don’t even belong here,” Comet thinks aloud, much to the horror of everyone in earshot distance. “I don’t fit in here.”

“Of course you fit in here, what’re you talking about?” Ace pipes up.

“Oh, I dunno… I was just thinking about the fact that I’m the only girl here… how, for the longest time, I didn’t even have magic… the fact that I’m only a half a student here… the fact that no matter what group I associate myself with here, I’m always the odd one out.. the sore thumb, the bad apple that ruins the bunch,” Comet explains, stepping out from behind the tree, opposite to Kalim. She gestures her hands dismissively.

“What am I talking about, you ask? I’m talking about everything. I do not belong here. And you know what sucks?” Comet doesn’t wait for an answer. “I can’t go back to the place I do belong. Crowley gave up.”

A couple of gasps and mumbles are exchanged throughout Comet’s friend group.

“He gave up?…” Malleus echoes, hoping he simply heard wrong.

“He gave up. He quit. He’s not searching for a way home for me anymore.” Comet throws her hands in the air, agitated that she needed to repeat herself. With a small frown, Floyd walks up to her in an attempt to give her a(n affectionate) squeeze, however, Comet isn’t having any of that. She pulls her magestone out and points it at Floyd’s chest.

“Get. Away. From me,” Comet spits a mix of saliva and ink to the ground between her and Floyd, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Shrimpy, I’m not gonna fight you,” Floyd replies, shocked but remaining about as calm as Floyd gets.

“Why won’t you listen to me? I’m telling you to get away from me!” Comet uses one of the basic attacking spells she was taught, which knocks Floyd to the ground but doesn’t really hurt him. He’s quick to return to his feet, not giving up that easily. This is his Shrimpy we’re talking about, the cleaner shrimp to his protector eel! He would cross every ocean and sea for her, and now’s no exception.

The two of them go back and forth three or four times, Floyd attempting to get closer to Comet before getting knocked back while she yells at him to go away.

As Comet goes to cast another spell at Floyd, he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with her (and he thought he was stubborn…). He really didn’t want to do this, but there doesn’t seem to be another way to get her to put her magestone down long enough for her to listen. A guilty pain in his chest, Floyd calls out the name of his signature spell, reflecting Comet’s attack back at her. It knocks her to the ground and sends her rolling until she gets caught by the bushes behind her. She groans in pain, getting dirt and mud stained on her face. Floyd immediately rushes over to make sure she’s okay.

“Shrimpy? Shrimpy, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you-“

Comet weakly attempts to bat his hand away, but after the hit her weak little body took, she’s not able to do so with much success.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. Please listen to me, Shrimpy,” Floyd continues trying to convince Comet to listen, but although she’s no longer attacking, she still doesn’t seem to be paying much attention, as she’s too busy trying to push Floyd away from her.

With a soft sigh, Malleus walks over.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing at Comet. Floyd gives her a protective squeeze, much to her dismay. Malleus chuckles.

“I just wish to talk, I will not take her.”

“Fiiine,” Floyd grumbles to himself, still hugging a struggling Comet. Malleus sits down in front of her, hands in his lap.

“Child of Man, do you remember when we first met?” Malleus is quick to catch her attention, although she continues to try to push Floyd away. “We met in my club, back when you were still Kuiper.”

“Not sure what he’s tryin’ to accomplish here…” Ace mumbles, not loud enough for Malleus to hear. Deuce shushes him.

“You asked me if there were any other members, and I told you ‘no, it was just me.’ No one else was interested. The topic shifted to how little I was invited to housewarden meetings, much less peer-lead events. Lo-and-behold, the very next week, what do I receive?”

Comet frowns at Malleus. By this point, Floyd has stolen Comet’s magestone and passed it to Jade, who quickly retreated back to Azul.

“A letter invitation. Tea and brownies that Saturday at Ramshackle. It was the first invitation I received from another student at NRC. I kept that invitation safe and secure; I still have it beside my bed today.”

“What does that have to do with what’s happening?” Comet’s face twists in confusion and annoyance.

“On that day, that Saturday afternoon, you did what no one else had done for me my entire time here: you made me feel like I belonged.” Malleus finishes his monologue with a small head bow. Comet’s eyes widen as she processes Malleus’s conclusion. After a quiet moment, another voice breaks the silence.

“You always appreciated me for who I am, saw past what our peers thought of me, and never judged me for anything,” Azul speaks rather quietly, a little embarrassed to say that out loud. “You made me feel like I belong too.”

Floyd slowly lets his grip on Comet loosen as her eyes quickly overflow with tears again. The ink around her arms starts dripping off, disappearing slowly. Jade leans down, holding her magestone behind his back still.

“And may I remind you, you are one of the few people at this school to not consider me ‘weird’ for the things I’m passionate for.” Jade gives his signature little smile (you know the one).

“Ooh, ooh, uh!” Kalim wants to jump in and add something, but he honestly can’t think of anything. Until he does… sort of. “Remember that time you brought me cookies and you didn’t poison them? That made me really happy!”

Floyd attempts to hold back a laugh.

“You literally helped us not get expelled on our first day,” Deuce chimes in.

“And you’ve always been there to bail us out when we get into trouble!” Ace adds.

By this point, Comet’s overblot has disappeared, leaving her sobbing in Floyd’s arms, unable to move.

“See, Shrimpy? You are one of us, you do belong here,” Floyd says with a grin, giving her another light squeeze.

“Not sure what we’d do without you, honestly.” Deuce smiles awkwardly, shifting his eyes away.

A minute or so passes, as Comet continues to sob into Floyd’s uniform. All she can manage is a quiet, choked out apology.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“We know,” Azul replies, an affirming nod to go alongside.

Comet’s friends sit down nearby the tree while Comet is calming down. Eventually, conversation starts up again.

“It’s still really fucked up that Crowley just… gave up,” Ace remarks.

“Perhaps that was all he could do,” Jade responds, staring off into the woods.

“It broke her heart! I’ve heard her talk time and time again about all the things she wants to tell her family, and now she can’t!” Ace stands up again, looking about ready to fight Jade. That is, until Comet turns her head to him with a forced smile.

“Maybe… Jade’s right. I wasn’t listening to him… but he said there’s no information anywhere about where I came from. It’s not a stretch to think he was telling the truth…” Tears begin to stream down her face again as she processes all the things she said and did. Ace quickly approaches her (getting a harsh glare from Floyd) and attempts to pull her into a hug. Floyd isn’t having that though, and attempts to pull her back. She lightly squeals, being used to things like this happening.

“Hey!” Comet tries to balance herself, but fails pretty miserably. Kalim gasps.

“Group hug??”

Comet can only mutter an “oh no,” before she’s trapped in the middle of a group hug she did not ask for. Everyone ended up joining in, although Comet can’t complain much. Her voice strained and forced through hiccups, she laughs.

“What am I going to do with you idiots?…”

After a few minutes longer of Comet returning to her normal self (albeit quite tired), the Headmage himself shows up, clearly in a rush.

“Prefect!” The only word he can manage, having clearly either sprinted or flown to the tree.

“Crowley!” Comet is taken aback, shocked to see the Headmage here. Without much of a second thought, she pulls herself from Floyd’s grasp and runs to Crowley as fast as she can. This definitely sends Crowley into a panic, until Comet throws her arms around his torso and hugs him as tight as she can.

“Crowley, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things, they were wrong and mean and I knew they were. I understand how hard you were trying to help me, and I greatly appreciate the work you put into it—I’m sorry I undermined all your work, I believe you.” Comet’s words come pouring out, almost too fast for Crowley to process. Once again, he is quickly interrupted by the Prefect when he attempts to speak.

“Prefe—“

“How can I make it up to you? I’ll do just about anything!”

“Prefect.”

“Janitorial work? Locating another magestone?”

(Cue Ace, Deuce, and Floyd trying to hush their laughter.)

“Prefect, hold on.”

“Oh. Um, sorry.” Comet lets go of Crowley and looks down.

“First of all, I am thankful that you are unharmed and that no property was damaged,” Crowley begins. “Second, you will be spending your lunch periods in detention for a month for this, but I feel no need to add further punishments—“

Crowley thought he could get away from Comet interrupting him? That’s funny.

“—Because you’re such a kind and generous Headmage?”

“…I wasn’t going to say it this time.”

Comet just laughs lightly at his response.

“I accept my punishment,” Comet replies, turning the conversation back to the original topic.

“Good…

…Third, I did try my hardest to find you a way home.” Crowley’s tone softens slightly. “I promise.”

Tears welling in Comet’s eyes again, she shyly goes to hug Crowley again.

“I appreciate it so much. You did your best, and that’s what matters. Thanks, Crowley’”

Before Crowley can reply to what Comet just muttered, she’s already starting to walk out of the forest, waving to her peers (and Crowley).

“I need a nap… if anyone needs me, the spare key is under the right grotesque by the porch.”

End.

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Edit: also here’s a shitpost lol

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