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Charmy was sniffling.

Espio wasn't sure he heard it, at first. The first sniffle coincided with the flip of a page of his book–illuminated by a small reading lamp, cradled in his lap in bed. At the next two, he thought perhaps he was just clearing his sinuses. By the fourth sniffle, however, he figured something was wrong.

Soundlessly, Espio crawled out of bed, climbing partway down the wall to examine the small shape of Charmy, bundled in blankets and shaking in his bed.

He was crying.

"Charmy?" Espio whispered. Charmy made a small noise, and Espio watched as he wrapped himself tighter in his blankets. "Charmy, what's wrong?"

"Go 'way," Charmy mumbled, his voice muffled and tiny beneath all the fabric bundled around him.

"Should I get Vector?"

"No," he sniffed again. "Go 'way, Espio."

"Something is troubling you, Charmy. I want to help."

"I dun want help."

Espio dropped soundlessly to the floor, walking over to Charmy’s bedside and looming over the little bee.

“Would you rather talk to me about it?”

“No. Go ‘way.”

Sighing inwardly, Espio grabbed at Charmy’s blankets, and unintentionally began a tug-of-war–Charmy’s tiny hands thrashing desperately to keep himself tucked haphazardly in the material. Espio, of course, was stronger and faster, and he pulled the bee free of his self-imposed cotton prison before he could even put together a coherent complaint.

“Hey!”

“Charmy,” Espio scolded, re-draping the blanket to cover only the bee's shoulders–carefully avoiding smashing his wings. His face was smeared with tears and snot. “You’re going to talk to me, or you’re going to talk to Vector. There’s no way out of it.”

“I’ll do it in the morning,” Charmy grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. Espio pushed it back onto his shoulders.

“No. You’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or, worse, you’ll actually forget.” He pulled a tissue from the nightstand, littered with toys and short children’s books, and dabbed at Charmy’s face. “Now, what’s going on? Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?”

Charmy sniffled. “Dunno.”

“Charmy.”

He grumbled something unintelligible, his cheeks squishing as Espio wiped at the snot around his nose.

“Charmy.”

“I had a bad dream.”

Espio threw the tissue into the garbage can. “Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“About what?”

Charmy looked away, fingers twisting the corner of the blanket. Espio kneeled in front of his bed, his eye contact patient, but pressing.

“...I had a bad dream ‘bout the metal virus,” Charmy mumbled, antennae drooping.

“I see. What happened in your dream, Charmy?”

“Uhm… Well… I was a zombot again, and… ‘N I was with you ‘n Vector…” He took a deep breath. “Espio, do y’still like me?”

Espio blinked slowly, caught off-guard by the question (and, admittedly, still somewhat drowsy from the late-night reading). “Of course I like you. Why would you ask such a thing?”

“Because, because, in my dream… You ‘n Vector said…” Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice shaking. “Y’said I was… Y’said I was dumb, and Vector said I was annoying,” he cried, wiping at his face roughly with the heels of his palms.

“Charmy…” Espio started, frowning. “Charmy, I don’t think that about you. That was just a dream, it’s not real.”

“Y-yeah, but it’s all my fault I got turned into a zombot in the first place, ‘n– ‘N I heard Gemerl say it was my fault Vector got turned into one, too.”

“Absolutely not. You were just trying to do what you thought was right. Anyone would understand.”

“But ‘ts still my fault!” Charmy exclaimed, his tears flowing more freely, overflowing in his little hands and rolling down his forearms. “I shoulda stayed with you ‘n Vector! I shoulda gone on the ship!”

“Charmy…"

“But I didn’t, ‘n then I got turned into a zombot, and then I turned Vector into a zombot, ‘n it’s all my fault! And everyone thinks I’m dumb and annoying and I–”

Charmy’s sentence fell short as a pair of scaled hands wrapped around his own–bringing them off of his face, before wiping at his eyes.

“Don’t say that about yourself, Charmy,” Espio scolded quietly, using his fingers to clean the tears from the bee’s cheeks with a stern expression. “You aren’t annoying. And you certainly aren’t dumb. You were simply unprepared. Everyone was.”

“But I–”

“There’s no ‘buts’ about it. You were very brave, looking out for that person. You did the right thing, just at the wrong time. You have a good heart. Do you know that?” Charmy shrugged. “And I still like you, you know,” Espio finished, smiling softly. “You’re my favorite coworker.”

The bee’s eyes widened. “Not Vector?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispered, laughing. Charmy smiled.

“I think I feel better, now,” the bee whispered back, plopping back down on his bed, and bundling back up in his blankets. “Thanks, Espio.”

“Of course.” Espio got to his feet, and started walking back towards the wall. “Goodnight, Charmy. Sleep well.”

“Wait. Espio?”

He paused. “Yes, Charmy?”

“Will y’give me a hug?”

Espio turned to stare at the little bee for a moment–he looked almost impossibly small wrapped in his blankets, his face still damp with tears, eyes tired and so terribly, heart-wrenchingly sad for his age.

Wordlessly, the chameleon made his way back to the bed, and knelt down in front of it. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around Charmy’s torso; a pair of tiny hands returning the gesture. He felt Charmy’s breaths against his neck, still shaky from the recent crying, felt his little wings flutter behind him lazily.

“Didja mean that, Espio?” Charmy asked suddenly, his voice small.

“I mean everything I say,” Espio replied seriously.

“Yeah, but, when y’said you still like me? Didja really mean it?”

“I did. I like you lots, Charmy Bee. You’re the smartest, bravest, coolest kid I know.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Little hands finally relinquished their grip on him, and Espio pulled back. Charmy’s face was brighter, the sadness somewhat subdued in his eyes. Espio smiled at him.

“I promise,” he said, nodding slowly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know.”

“Goodnight, Charmy.”

Charmy huffed out a deep sigh, burying himself in his blankets, and shutting his eyes.

“Goodnight, Espio.”

your honor i need them to be fucked up together

Just to make a point, every time I finished a panel of this I would export it as a PNG on the perceptual setting and use it as a color reference for the next panel

IT'S BAD

PLEASE CHECK YOUR COLOR SETTINGS

EDIT: If you're still having problems, it might help to switch from "Save/Save as" to "Export (as a) Single Layer". Just. Make SURE the box labeled "Expression Color" is set to RGB. I've been messing with this all day, and it looks like this combination of settings will allow exported PNGs to maintain their colors perfectly. To you. So far both Discord and Toyhouse still only display desaturated images and I cannot for the life of me figure out why

Hello! I hope you are doing well!

I have a few questions about your AU, but about Ray specifically. So you said he has four sides. Does it kinda work like DID in a sense? Or is it like something else? Is he aware of these different sides or is it just Tilly? Does Mighty eventually see these sides? If so, what does he think of the more dangerous one specifically since he usually sees Ray all happy and cheerful? This part just intrigued me so much. I have other questions, but I figured I should keep them in categories per ask so it doesn’t just get out of hand. I’m so fascinated by this AU, and I just want to know everything about it!

Anyways, that is all for now. I hope you have a good day/night!

Hello, I am happy to answer your questions,

1 In fact, I can say yes ،These aspects begin to interact when a compatible position comes to a certain party.

2 He is aware of these sides and fortunately he learned how to control two sides, "the crazy side and the dark side." As for the happy side, this is his original personality Also, the gloomy side is the side that people rarely see.

3 As for Mighty's opinion, these are directions, I'm thinking about that. These directions started to appear in Ray's mind since Mighty disappeared. I can say that Mighty will see them, and I thought about the ending and Mighty will see the dark direction, which is a rare direction, but it dangerous

4 If so According to what Mighty saw from the dark side, he thinks that this side will cause horrible problems such as murder. The reason for the appearance of the dark side is because of a situation that makes Ray want to finally eliminate an enemy. The problem is that Ray is not conscious because his mind is only targeting killing And it has to be stopped somehow.

Thank you for your question, I think it is great and good and even explains the story well. I am grateful that you liked my ideas and my AU and I am ready to answer your questions You can just ask me don't be shy Thank you and I also wish you a happy day or night.

TEAM CHAOTIX WEEK!!!!

Day 3: metal virus/nightmare

@team-chaotix-week I was way too tired to make a genuine prompt so have croc dad n bee son

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Team Chaotix Week day 3: Nightmare

Vector trusts his boys to the end of the earth…. Yet one fear still plagues his darkest dreams….

planning under cut

From the second I saw nightmare I knew I had to do something silly! I’m not one to draw angst art at the best of times, and what better time to do something different with such a prompt!

Team Chaotix Week!!

Day 3: Metal Virus...

—"P-please... I don't wanna hurt you."

Take angst💥💥 He doesn't wanna hurt them, how can he? That's his family after all, right?.

Team Chaotix Day 3 : Metal Virus

I haven’t read the IDW comics but it seems that Espio is the only one who didn’t get infected so… here you go Espio, your turn!

Day 3 & 4: Metal Virus and Protector! 

After Charmy becomes a Zombot, he enters a dreamlike state. However, the sound of a certain voice wakes him up, just for a little bit.

Here’s an angsty combined prompt for ya🐝

We can sit and pass the time~

Day 2: Teamwork

They ended up winning, but at what cost...

@team-chaotix-week I'm still on time, right?

Bonus:

Hey, don't be mad ok but I turned them into plushies. Yeah I... no, there's no way to turn them back... yeah... sorry they're stuck like this. Sorry...

misc httyd au doodles :]

Through the years (animated versions)

I had a dream last night that the team chaotix 30th anniversary comic came out and it was how they all met plus mighty and ray and then at the end it switches to modern n they're lookin for like. A case lead or something and BAM in walks mighty and ray and that's how they're brought into the modernverse

Absolutely fantastic animation! Solid 10/10! He be lookin’. He be watchin’.

Ay yo, @h1st0ryn3rd! Look at this! Dog!

Dog

mom bun

Hands! 👆

Next week news: Mighty and Ray return to Team Chaotix with the milk they set off to get 30 years ago. They are never sent to the big Tesco ever again

TEAM CHAOTIX WEEK!!!!

Day 2: teamwork

@team-chaotix-week Charmy and Espio need rider’s fits so bad.

Bonus:

Well jet, that’s what you get for talkin shit.

They celebrated charmy’s victory with 1 dollar gas-station ice cream because vector overspent on the extreme gear.

Who does this guy think he is?????

Team Chaotix Week day 2: Teamwork

after a gruelling day of paintball team building with everyone, team Chaotix can rest assure their teamwork is in top shape- knowing they worked together to lose so badly!

planning under cut

Initially had other plans for this one but it came together in the end!

Charge!

felt compelled to draw Sonic and Surge picking up their little buddies from baby fight club. unfortunately there are no winners in baby fight club 😔

they're definitely in that awful social interaction limbo where you've already said goodbye to someone and then you both start walking the same direction and it's soooo awkward. probably moreso than normal because Surge tends to sign off with a "I will fuck you up on tuesday !!!!" just pretend they're not there girl you got this

so excited for issue 78 next week, hopefully baby fight club won't get too crazy </3

tails with a gun master post

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

Drew this all the way back in February and just now realized I never posted it :'D Anyway have yet another Silver culture shock moments

what is your favorite type of cookie. not allowed to throw shade not allowed to be mean to each other just say what kinda cookie you like the most. this isn’t a competition just a conversation between friends there is no right answer