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I’m actually really proud of this mockup!

“Ow.”
K looked up from his work to see a colleague of his, N, holding her hand and carefully peering down at it. She blinked, before realizing that it was bleeding, and looked down at a strange magical contraption on the table, trying to determine which part of it she hurt herself on. It was a hard task, as the entire thing was made of bronze metal, and random sharp bits were poking out everywhere.
K sighed, shoved himself back from the table, and walked over to where N was standing. He grabbed her hand and waved his over it, using a flash of magic to heal the wound shut and clean it. Out of curiosity, before the magic faded he reached into it, trying to see what exactly it had cured, and frowned. As N reached back for the contraption he blocked her, and when she frowned at him, he glared.
“K, you caught tetanus from that thing. Tetanus. How do you even catch tetanus - we’re magical researchers! You shouldn’t even have a chance to contract diseases- ”
She cut him off and, with a flash of blue, purple, and golden magic, levitated the device into the air. She smirked at him. “Magical devices, K. If you’d paid any attention to my research into bronze at all, instead of wasting all of your time messing around with your silly healing magic, you’d know what I was doing.” She swept out of the room, the device following behind her, beginning to shoot out starry sparks and mutate slightly from the magical field. All K could do was stare.
“... but we’re librarians?”
“...your thesis is on combat magic, not metal?”

“...did you just steal my research journal??”

by Kippie

Somewhere deep in space, a small space station tumbles around, nestled in the cozy hold of an asteroid. That small space station, barely more than the size of a house, is clean and white, seemingly entirely scientific. However, there are small touches here and there that make it seem like a home; the most prominent of which is a small, sprouting potted plant on the center of a table, small and green and growing somehow, in the depths of a void nothing naturally grows in.
This station is home to a young astrophysicist slash astronaut, sent out to document the effects of growing up in a zero-gravity environment. Even though they are all on their own, they truly enjoy researching space, and are more than happy to spend their “days” doing science and their “nights” gazing out at the sky, attempting to make constellations from the stars they can see out their windows. Despite all their experience, they haven’t been able to see the one place they truly want to visit: at least one time, they want to go see the swirling center of a galaxy, and see its arms spiraling around, making lines towards a black hole in the center, drawing in all the light around.

by Kippie

by Kippie

by Kippie

What is good? What is evil? Life is a gray area. Vanessa knows this all too well. When she was a child, she was taught that there were good guys and bad guys. It was easy to tell who was who, because the bad guys were sinister looking. Generally with extra limbs or metal parts. Usually they wore dark colors or red. They were cold, and cruel and just overall bad. The good guys on the other hand were kind, normal folk. Sometimes extraordinary folk. They smiled, wore nice clothes. Always followed the rules and enforced them. Good always wins.

When Vanessa was ten, that’s when it started. She started gaining powers. Her parents couldn’t have been more proud. Her mother and father both had super powers and they were very pleased that their daughter would be following in their footsteps. One day when she was fifteen, she sprouted extra limbs, she had razor sharp spider instincts, her eyes turned red.. She stepped out on the street and greeted her neighbor, but she recoiled in fear and retreated back into the house. When she walked by the news stand, she went to wave at the guy selling the local paper, but she didn’t have control over her extra limbs yet, so she accidentally knocked over his stand. When she reached out to apologize and help, he ran away shouting “monster.”
Monster. Vanessa felt tears prick in her eyes. Not five minutes later, the man had returned with a group of people, most of them armed with makeshift weapons. They shouted, they pointed and they chased her. She scaled buildings to retreat, but they just kept coming, until she found herself cornered. She had no choice but to fight for her life, and so she did. She fought her way out and found sanctuary in an abandoned building, surrounded by rats, spiders and rubble.

Unable to return home, Vanessa made a home for herself there. She can sometimes be seen lurking the city at night. But do not fear this misunderstood creature. She never gave up on her dream of being a hero, so when you see her lurking, just know that she is watching out for you.

by Ashlar

by Rhyme

by Rhyme

by TheGermanTaco

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