#am i making hex references yes

[coolnonsenseworld]

If they figured each other out, they would be able to solve all Voltron synchronization issues in a week

Another art per sold 52 weeks of KICK PDF

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[railingsofsorrow]

summary: you're being neglected by your-so-called-friends and james is there like he always is. 

warnings: self-deprecation; self-isolating; descriptions of being left aside; talk about not feeling enough.

A/N: just words I needed to hear + poor writing (have you caught on that I'm in my james potter phase?) I also wanted to say that if any of you feel like that, you're amazing and you make a difference. don't let people diminish your value. you're loved and you matter. 

w.c: 1.3K

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

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masterpost

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“you're quiet today,” james plots down on the couch by your side, the leather screeches as he leans closer to you just enough to respect your personal space. 

“I am quiet,” you answer, still with your attention stuck to the parchment. you were finishing an assignment due next week. it's not like you had anything else better to do. 

with a tilt of his head, he tries to peak over your shoulder, smiling softly as he caught a glimpse of your neat handwriting. he loved watching you do anything at all. it was therapeutic.

“you're more quiet than usual then,” james gives you a gentle smile. you had finally offered him your attention. “I didn't see you at lunch or at dinner.”

“I wasn't hungry.”

“I saw you in the kitchens, eating with the elves.”

your glare didn't refrain him from pushing.

“you're isolating yourself,” james says carefully. “why? did something happen?”

you survey his face, from the mole on the middle of his neck to his dirty glasses’ lenses. letting out a sigh, you pull them away from his face, minding the temples on his eyes. 

james doesn't even flinch.

“I'm frustrated, that's all.” you said lowly, muttering a spell to clean off the blurred frames. 

you place them back on his face, aware you were under his awed gaze. 

“d'you want to talk about it?” he whispered after a while, slightly blushing that he'd been staring.

you shrug, going back to your homework. 

james sighs, frustrated himself that he didn't have your full attention. that parchment was snatching all of it.

“did someone upset you? who do I need to hex?” 

you let a giggle escape and his eyes soften. there you are.

“at least six people. are you up for it?” james raises an eyebrow and nods. you rest your quill down, pursuing your lips. “have you ever felt left out?”

james blinks at the sudden question. but taking a deeper look on your eyes and their red rimmed outline he was starting to figure you out a little. the issue must be the group you called friends.

“I have,” he admits, crossing his legs, knees bumping with yours. “when I was little. before coming to hogwarts.”

“what was it like?” you ask quietly but curious. you couldn't imagine james potter of all people feeling left out. he was the boy people looked at and thought I want to be with him or I want to be him. there was no in-between. 

he fiddled with a ripped fabric in a spot on the couch, “it was hard for me to... make friends. my parents kept saying that I should just be myself but that didn't help me at all,” he let out a half-hearted laugh at the memory. “I was lonely, most of the time. before pete moved in next to me. then I felt for the first time that I didn't have to try to be someone I wasn't.”

“do they make you feel heard?” you refer to his real friends, now.

james casts you a look of understanding, “yes, they do. and they care. do you feel like that?” he knew you didn't. it hasn't been your first time with this kind of sadness on your features.

did you feel heard? seen? did your friends at least spared you their attention during conversations?

you pause.

“no.” you admit, ashamed. because now you could see. this wasn't how friends were supposed to treat you. talking over you, skipping your input as if it was nothing. forgetting you completely. just appearing when they need something. like the assignment you were finishing. one of them asked to take a look at it afterwards. let me know when you're done. 

that's all you're remembered for.

“I think people just put up with me. at first, everything is perfect and they even pretend to listen to what I say but then... I don't know what happens, or what I do — if I knew I'd change it, believe me — but they either leave or just stop noticing I'm there, you know?”

you only realize you had spoken it out loud when james is taking your hand and bringing to his cheek. he does it whenever he feels you slipping away or when he wants you to look directly at him. you do. and he has conflicting emotions dancing in his amber orbs. a fire-like anger grazed with a lot of concern. 

you feel like you could tell james anything. any time. he made you feel important. special, even. but sometimes, you think, maybe you should just stay quiet. 

you speak too much. you overshare. you're annoying. everyone thinks you're boring and that's why you shouldn't speak up. you interrupt the smooth flow in a conversation. 

just stay quiet.

“I don't see how someone would just stop noticing you. how is it even possible? you're amazing.” james intertwines your fingers and rests your joined hands against his cheek. “there's absolutely nothing you say that is insignificant. the opposite, really,” he adds, scooting closer as if he was about to tell you his darkest secret. “listen to me now, alright?” he waits for your response and you nod confused. “I don't put up with you. your company is what I look for every day, I love hearing the sound of your voice, I love the way you change your tone when you're speaking about something you cherish. but most of all, I love that you're you. nothing to alter, nothing to leave out.” 

you blinked fast.

hearing the boy in front of you mend up a piece of your heart with those words was... not surprising at all. james had that kind of magic. he didn't need to say anything to make you feel better, just be there. but when he did use his words, it was like your favourite poetry penetrating your chest, brightening your cloudy day with a peak of sunlight. 

james potter really is the sun. 

“you mean it?” you prompt, still pathetically insecure. james, in all his patient-self, kisses your hand and then your cheek to prove a point. 

a smile cracks your sad façade. 

“you don't need people who don't realize your worth, they don't deserve you,” he says, frowning slightly. “besides, they treat you badly, I've seen it.”

“I just don't want to be alone.” you confess, looking down when you felt your throat close. “it's- it's stupid. but now I'm realizing being alone is better than being around them.” 

james shook his head, “you're not alone. never. am I wearing my invisibility cloak now? you can't see me?” he says playfully, pretending to check if his body was visible. you push him slightly and he grins up at you. 

“I'm here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “always.”

letting out a breath, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, “i know, james.” 

his lips waver at the top of your head, fingers working their way up your arm. “come to the match tomorrow.” he requests. 

you look up at him with crossed eyes because of your proximity, “gryffindor plays tomorrow?”

he flashes you a lopsided smile, bopping your nose, “yes. and when I fly through the stands I want to see you there. will I?”

you pretend to think it over and his grin drops. then you smile, kissing his cheek, “of course. I'll be there.” 

sames rolls his eyes, “okay. I hope you mean that.”

“what don't I do for you, james potter?” 

james threw all of his body weight on you, pulling you both towards the mattress with a huff. you squirmed, slapping his back, he didn't move, only laughed into your shoulder. 

his triumph over putting a smile on your face couldn't be masked. making you happy was all that james cared about, and he'd make sure to keep doing that for as long as he was around.

A/N: I wish I had a james potter to cheer me up :(((

[geometricgiovanni]

YOU ARE NOW A PRETTY PRINCESS! ✨

This blog contains references to threats and violence. You have been warned.

(hey guys cool sexy man here to tell you first half is in-character, second half under cut is out-of-character)

HELLO! I MADE THIS ACCOUNT OUT OF SPITE OF THAT DISGUSTING THING THAT PLAGUES THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SITE!

NO, DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT. IF YOU DO, I WILL CRUSH YOU! LETHALLY. You will feel pain. also he blocked me on all 8 of my accounts so um, y'know........

ASK ME THINGS! ASK ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE! ASK ME TO DO OBSCURE ACTIVIES THAT WOULD SEVER MY LIMBS IF I HAD ANY!

So here's some info in a similar format to my other blog, some things, such as boundaries, will be copied and pasted:

Blog Information✨

This is an ask/rp blog for Jeremy from regretevator, specifically the Jeremy referenced in @displ3azant. I might use this blog to more freely talk about my specific headcanons about characters from the perspective of an outsider, so that account is likely the only specific one referenced on this blog.

Jeremy in this blog uses he/any!

MAIN TAGS:

#geometric asks - Asks

#geometric posts - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#ooc - Out-of-character post

BLOG OWNER 🔥

Hello! I am Hex! Yes, you will see me talking to myself! No, do not comment on it. Please refer to me using he/him or it/its pronouns.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @displ3azant - afformentioned Unpleasant rp blog

I'll try to respond to most asks with a drawing of some variety, and if it's something I can use to reveal little ass-shit and bull-dumps about my version of Jeremy.

Please note, however, I am not just one singular guy but also a senior who should really be spending his free time studying, so sometimes I will just give a text response.

Also to note: I am 17 years old, therefore a minor! Even if I was not a minor, I am still not comfortable with weird shit! Keep it in your fucking pants, asshole! Apologies if I sound rude, but holy shit the only blog gets SO many weird asks! I will just be blocking and ignoring any freaky anons, apologies if you are my friend trying to mess with me, but I genuinely cannot take any more risks.

Boundaries ✨

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, but I don't care much for romance personally and so will likely not play much into it. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you dislike any direction taken ship-wise for this blog, then block me and move on with your day.

NSFW content: NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED. I am a minor. Thx. Also, "suggestive" jokes are very selectively okay. Basically, if it makes me uncomfortable or is literally disgusting, it will be ignored and likely deleted, and I will probably make fun of you.

Roleplaying: I am totally okay with roleplaying and sending/responding to asks in character!

(ps: i'm also happy to rp with other regretevator ocs too, i think those r super duper cool)

That's all, really.

your mortal enemy,

-Hex

[getfuckedblr]

i’m legit the worst at taking pics so i very much apologize in advance:( but this is a little project i’m working on! i’m trying to rebind the og harry potter books into a book that would fit that year!

so here we have goblet of fire rebound as magical water plants of highland lochs. ik it’s quite plain, but i think i like that? i fear one of my weaknesses is i tend to do too much and it ends up looking not the best (yes i am referring to my bindings of HEX. i hated it almost as soon as i was done. i might try to rebind that closer to christmas bc she’s too good of a story to sit in that ugly ass case😭).

and then of course we have half blood prince rebound as the potions textbook from 6th year! i’m really quite proud of this one bc the version that comes up when u google it has all those equations in the foreground but i just could not make it work in my cricut. so i did these little line doods to “outline” the cauldron.

so yeah! i’ve been stuck on making the monster book of monsters for a while bc i’ve already covered her in fur that i then had to shave which was a whole mess🥴 and i need to create like a head/face but i’m actually terrified to modify what i have in any way lest i have to start all over again. so yeah i’ll try and maybe finish this before the year ends LMAO.

idk i’m really proud of how clean these two came out like these bitches are IN there. anyway see y’all later:)

[hexational]

much needed intro post

Okay so, I'm now realising that if people don't follow my ask blogs they have literally NO idea who I am, so uhhhh

The important stuff before I overshare about myself under cut:

My name is Hex

I use he/it

I am 17 NOT AN ADULT

This is my regretevator account, my main is @hexexists

yes i take requests, yes it will take me 3 weeks to get around to it

and yes, you can use my art for stuff (i think its super cool when people do), but make sure you credit me

also please dont be weird about my stuff, i dont draw for your pleasure

HELLO my name is Hex (or Miles) and I like Regretevator. Can you tell. Can you tell I like it. Is it too obvious. I use he/it pronouns, or the occasional she if I'm feeling extra evil, but please do not refer to me as they/them because I don't like the way it feels.

I am TRANSGENDER and GAY and AROACE, i am very sex repulsed please stop making sex references i do not KNOW YOU

My other accounts include:

@hexexists (my primary blog, if you think I am not following you it's because I am on this blog)

@hexational (this blog! this is my regretevator blog)

@displ3azant (my unpleasant ask blog)

@geometricgiovanni (my jeremy ask/rp blog)

Some extra stuff about me:

TAGS:

#hexablog -- Reblogs #hexart -- Art #hexing -- Test posts/responses #hexquest -- Requests

I'll edit this message if i need to OKAY BYEBYEEEEEE

[sallowsdiary]

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or hex someone into oblivion after today’s events. If I weren’t so handsome and brilliant, I might actually be embarrassed. But since I am those things, I’m simply… bemused. Yes, let’s go with that.

It all started this morning when I decided to spice up our Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Professor Hecat’s been droning on about counter-curses for weeks, and honestly, I was beginning to think she was trying to bore us into submission. So, naturally, I thought, why not make things a bit more interesting?

I had recently come across a particularly delightful jinx in the Restricted Section—one that makes your victim speak in limericks for an hour. Perfectly harmless, if you ask me, and, if used correctly, downright hilarious. So, I cast it on Ominis during breakfast, right as he was about to ask Professor Weasley to pass the pumpkin juice.

Now, I expected Ominis to sputter out some silly rhyme about how he couldn’t see the juice anyway (sorry, Ominis), but instead, he stood up, cleared his throat, and began reciting an entire ballad about a dancing dragon named Dave. The entire Great Hall went silent, forks halfway to mouths, as Ominis waxed poetic about Dave’s shiny scales and his penchant for ballroom dancing.

By the time he got to the part where Dave twirled with a troll named Trevor, I was crying with laughter. Even the professors looked like they didn’t know whether to intervene or just let the show go on. Of course, Peeves was beside himself with joy, flying above the tables and throwing bread rolls at anyone who dared to laugh too hard.

But the real trouble started when Ominis turned toward the Slytherin table and, in a voice that could only be described as Shakespearean, began to declare his undying love… for me. Yes, me! Apparently, the jinx took a turn for the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) and turned Ominis into some sort of romantic bard. I never knew he had it in him!

The entire hall burst into applause, and I thought I might actually die of embarrassment—or laughter. Poppy looked like she was about to faint from sheer delight, and even Professor Onai was cackling like a madman.

Of course, by the time Ominis finished his performance, the jinx had worn off, and he just stood there, blinking like a Confunded Niffler. The poor bloke had no idea what had happened, but judging by the way I was turning beet red, he had a pretty good guess. Professor Weasley, ever the peacekeeper, simply patted him on the shoulder and told him he had “a gift with words.”

I spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Ominis’ death glares, though I’m pretty sure he was secretly amused. At least, I hope so—he does know some rather unpleasant curses.

But on the bright side, I think I’ve earned a bit of a reputation as a master prankster. I heard someone refer to him as “the Bard of Slytherin” this afternoon, which, while not entirely accurate, does have a certain ring to it.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice some Shield Charms in case Ominis decides to get creative with his revenge. Or maybe I’ll just hide in the common room until this all blows over.

—Sebastian

[awakefor48hours]

Answering questions I get asked as a black person for Black History Month

"Do you get tanned?" Yes, I do. It can take a while but when I get tanned I can get 2 to 3 shades darker. I will admit I don't always notice this until I see my tan lines but I do get tanned.

"Do you get sun burned?" Yes, I do. Even though it's much harder for me I'm not immune to getting a sun burn. I'm still a human with skin and the sun is still a giant cancer beam in the sky. I just don't need the same amount of protection that light skin people do. If it’s bright or hot enough, I will occasionally put on lotion that doubles as sun screen and that'll be all I need for the whole day (and sometimes for the next day). I don’t need to continuously lather myself.

"Are your feet also light?" Yes, they are. This is actually something that everyone has but it's more noticeable on darker skin people like myself but my hands and feet are lighter than the rest of my body.

"Do you blush?" This is actually an interesting question because it's not a universal answer. While I do experience the sensation of blushing (hot cheeks and ears), my face doesn't change shades because I'm too dark. But not everyone is like this. You can see someone with a lighter skin tone blush but it's not beet red but more of an earthly red color. For a visual reference, something like this (hex codes in alt)

"Why are you wearing that headscarf?" For context, before I go to sleep I wear a bonnet (photo for reference, ID in alt)

It��s made of silk and it’s to avoid my hair from falling apart when I sleep. Natural hair requires a lot more work to maintain and nothing will ruin it more than just laying on it for hours. This helps to keep natural hair in the same state and lock in moisture. I remember once when my hair was in an afro, I forgot to wear my bonnet for about a week and my hair was a nightmare. It was matted, tangled, and took forever to comb out.

“Do you prefer being called ‘Black’ or ‘African-American’?” This is also not a universal answer and I do not speak for the entire Black community but please call me Black. White people aren’t called “European-Americans” so why should we be calling Black people “African-Americans.” I’m from the United States, my parents are from the United States, my parents parents are from the United States, I don’t have a single drop of blood from Africa. I am Black, Elon Musk is African-American.

But once again, I do not speak for everyone in the Black community. Some people do like “African-American” more as it does make them feel more connected to their culture and history. Some people just don’t care. There’s no one answer to this but this is my answer.

"Can I touch your hair?" NO! Unless you're related to me, my hair stylist, or if it's a matter of life and death, do not touch my hair.

[noveratus]

Alright, here are my thoughts on this week's episode since people appear to be hating it:

While I don't think it is as good as the other episodes, I like it. To me, this episode felt about as good as the Colin Robinson episode except that the plot in that one was tighter.

Starting with the A plot, I liked the hybrid creatures. Yes, some of them felt uncanny (mostly the mouse and the rat,) but I think it makes sense. What I wish the show would have done was display more of Guillermo's characteristics. Like, maybe they could have been obsessed with vampires or even be dangerous to vampires, which is the reason why Lazlo wants them dead beyond just the fact they remind him of his failures. You could have had a really solid and emotional episode, maybe having it be a dilemma because these creatures truly understand Guillermo and what he is going through and treat him with as much devotion as he treated Nandor, but they are also dangerous to the vampires so he has to choose between the found family he has been working on, the family that doesn't fully respects him but does love him for what he is, and the 'family' that treats him like a god but only because of his DNA which leads to Guillermo choosing the vampires and leaving the hybrids in the home (I thought the ending of this episode was really sweet.) Also, the fact that we didn't get to see Nandor interacting with these creatures was heartbreaking. I didn't mind where the episode took them, but I agree that it could have been better.

Nadja's plot was the one I didn't really care for the most. I am not super into the hex subplot this season, and Helen was a character for sure. I thought it would end with Nadja killing Helen, but, instead, Helen essentially won, which left a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth. Say what you want about the A plot, but at least it got a good resolution, and it had a couple of haha jokes. Personally, I think that this entire plot could have been replaced by something else, or hell, just keep Nadja in the teacher plot.

Now, I enjoyed the last part of the last plotline and the parts with Nandor were funny, but Colin's kind of went over my head. I think it was a reference, but, if it was, I definitely didn't get it. The museum part with Nandor was really good, I loved his tantrum, and I like how Colin tried to make him feel better. It's good to see those two getting closer. Personally, I think it would have been funnier to make Colin Robison a Philosophy teacher, but then again, it might have been my philosopher teacher who was like that tm and kept Nadja as the third teacher.

[artzychic27]

Some More Marvel Kids Stuff

Cosette: Hi, I'm Cosette. Like my father, I will occasionally break the fourth wall and make snarky comments. Now, on with the headcanons while I list the traits of my ideal woman. First, a statuesque picture of beauty and elegance-

Max wants nothing more than to live in his half-aunt's lab. All that Wakandan technology at his fingertips is a dream

Chloé likes to paint her claws. Well, actually, she has Sabrina paint them

Nathaniel gets incredibly annoyed when people think he refers to himself in the third person like his dad when he transforms

Like in the DC Kids AU, they have Hero vs Villain fights. Only, they're a bit more chaotic

No one lets Zoé around anything that looks like a crystal or a gauntlet. Yeah, they're not risking that

Cosette: Hey, I'm here again. See, the hero kids are a bunch of fucking bitch-ass cowards who can't handle Zoé's power. And that's my two cents for now.

Kim really likes humming the Spider-Man theme while crawling on the ceiling

Mme. Bustier: How did footprints get on the ceiling?!

Kim: *Walking on the ceiling* Spider Kim. Spider Kim. Does whatever a Spider Kim does. Can he swing from a web? Yes, he can. 'Cause he's Spider Kim, look out. He's Spider Kim.

Mme. Bustier: ... At this point, I am no longer surprised anymore.

One time, Simon, subconsciously, trapped himself and his classmates in a mini Hex, where they were all characters in a sitcom world similar to FRIENDS. The Marvel Hero Kids were VERY invested

Alix is oftentimes called a "poser" by the other non-superpowered students. Her friends always assure her that she is just as much a superhero as them

Juleka's cape keeps pulling Rose closer to her

Marc is pretty much a chaos-loving anarchist who will gladly push someone down the stairs for the sheer thrill of it, but he turns soft when it comes to Nathaniel

In fact, he's the one to always calm him down when Alix isn't around

Max and Marinette share custody of a lab

Quick note: If you take Myléne’s arrows without permission, she will retaliate

Rose is even stronger in this au than canon. Like, she can easily deadlift the Eiffel Tower

Cosette: I-I’m sorry, but I feel like some of you are curious as to what went on in the Hex. Gladys, put on episode five, dear! Thank you!

*FIENDS Season 1, Episode 5*

Marc: *He and Lacey are at Jean’s apartment, leaning over his balcony* Jean! Get your ass out here! There is a hot guy just sunbathing on the balcony across from yours!

*Canned laughter*

Lacey: His abs are out in the open for literally anyone to see, man! And he’s wearing headphones! He can’t hear a word we’re saying!

Marc: You’re missing everything! There is a shirtless man, just sitting across from you!

Ismael and Marc take immense pleasure in mocking others by shapeshifting into them

Marc: *Shapeshifted into Adrien* Oh, of course I can lift Mjölnir! I’m perfect! *Slaps his behind* WOMP! WOMP!

[chthonicgodling]

Is the flower ring Hades wears a wedding ring from Persephone?

Are Persephone, Macaria, and Neona supposed to be different shades of pink? Cuz I noticed Seph is lighter than Maci and Neona is darker than her.

YES! you’re the first person that’s ever noticed that (or the first to say it out loud fgkfkg) - PLEASE NOTE - Truth be told *i* am just really bad at remembering to draw accessories and jewelry and Seph DOES wear her wedding ring I just uhhhh. never draw it. Hers of course is a skull and matches her year round skull necklace which was also a gift from Hades

and - yes! So, I am VERY meticulous with the Elysium color palettes, I do NOT eyeball out colors and I have a gigantic color palette reference sheet because everyone is very specific shades. eye dropper tool only babbayyyy. even if those differences are VERY MINISCULE. (though sometimes for fun final pieces end up with overlays or whatever lol like? You know what I mean though

I am on mobile otherwise it would be fun to pick out the hex codes from my master sheet buttttttt. Yes Neo is slightly darker than Maci BUT more crucially her shade of pink is notably a little bit warmer toned like, leaning sliiiiightly towards coral — thanks to Tory’s orange mixing in there. And Seph’s pink isn’t only slightly lighter than Maci’s, it’s also slightly more desaturated, her Queen of the Underworld shtick makes her slightly grayscale…. SOMETIMES. (I keep flip flopping on whether this is a permanent pallor or if she grays out during the autumn)

this pic of them all standing together is prob the easiest to see example :-) Many Pinks Out There….

If anyone wants I can totally post my giant color palette sheet! I’ve posted it on here before but it’s constantly being updated and idk when the last time I put up a current version was haha i just. don’t feel like dragging the file out from my laptop rn ahhh

[imaginecorporation]

Aahhhhh, the Limbus Company sprite character art looks really good, Mod Aleph! You have the heavy outer lineart and varying sizes of inner line art plus back the shading down pat.

You matched the sinners uniform colors quite well although I now wonder what your EGO stripe suit style and base EGO weapon would be. Got any hints to what they could be? Or what kinda backstory your self-insert would have to join Limbus Company B?

Oh and of course, we just HAVE to wonder what your designated hex color and name plus your sinner number wuld be. The eyes and hair colors are really good looking for both the sprite and possible color name, they're colorful enough to stand out from the crowd of sinners if you put them into a battle plus unique enough that the shade of the sea green hair and dark pink eyes makes it easy to differentiate from Faust's pink or Honglu's turquiose colors.

Does Mod Finn have their own Limbus Company OC too?

Also, regarding your question on if anyone wanted to see more Mod Aleph art together with Heathcliff....HAND SHOOTS UP TO THE SKY ME ME ME ME I WANT TO SEE PLEASE! YOUR ART IS ALREADY SO GOOD! I AM EXCITED TO SEE MORE

Sorry for the many questions and long ask and for any mistakes in spelling or grammar, currently on mobile.

-Faithanon

Hi Faithanon!!! You do not want to know the amount of color picking and cross referencing went into that art. I ref'd pretty much every woman sinner lMAO (mostly don though. the eyes are big don inspired. and. i am one inch shorter than don irl so the proportions worked best. I Am Tiny.)

I mean. look at me. Small. (you can notice the replication inconsistencies when put next to an actual sprite but shhhhhh)

BUT. I do have a small bit about her!

She's called Mimi and she's not. ACTUALLY a sinner. Hence why her uniform is similar but Not Exactly. She's missing the red stripes, some accents, and her name being anywhere on her coat

I usually refer to her as being some odd temp hire stand in from another branch of Limbus. Basically just "oh here have this random woman to fight alongside you. What Do You Mean That Ended Poorly The First Time" (though you mentioning the idea of base ego makes it SO tempting to work out a more sinner oriented angle for her ngl-- her color would PROBABLY be #249e9b 'turquoise' or #ff00f0 'fuchsia', but of course don't have a second word to go along with it since. yeah.)

She helps the fight from a distance, obviously not getting up close and personal because she does Not have the luxury of shoving her mortal peril on Dante.

AND YES! Mod Finn has his own limbus oc! though, for him it's a pm oc in general (i'm the one that designs a new insert each time i like a new man lMAO--) so he might post them soon!

And Interest In My Heathcliff Art You Say? I've Heard Enough

[carewyncromwell]

“You can paint me any color,

And I can be your clown,

But you ain’t got my number --

No, you can’t pin me down!”

~“Can’t Pin Me Down” by Marina and the Diamonds

x~x~x~x

includes references to Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch; Atticus Grimsley and Montelimar Bloom @cursebreakerfarrier; Orla Atkinson @nightmaresart; Io Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch; and Siyana Devonshire @dat-silvers-girl! 💚

x~x~x~x

Aesop Sharp was not a man completely devoid of patience. One truly couldn’t hope to teach anyone -- or even to stay sane, dealing with students like Garreth Weasley on the regular -- if they didn’t have a little of it. But when it came to dealing with fifth year Slytherin Jackson Knightly, Sharp found himself incredibly frustrated.

Jackson had been a late arrival to Potions class when he arrived at Hogwarts for his second year, just like one of Sharp’s personal favorite students, fellow Slytherin Adelia Selwyn. Unlike his best friend, though, Jackson was not at all attuned to Potions. Not only was he enough of a troublemaker that he was perfectly willing to smuggle ingredients to the likes of Garreth Weasley on a whim, he very frequently neglected to take brews off the fire before they exploded or forgot crucial steps in the middle of brewing. Sharp would frequently remind Jackson to stop daydreaming in class (which he was very prone to do), but rather than it snapping the boy back to any sort of attention or making him reflect on doing better, he would almost inevitably lose focus again, not long after Sharp moved on. And the last thing Aesop Sharp wanted to be was a bloody nanny.

When Sharp spoke to his colleague and Slytherin’s Head of House, Abraham Ronen, about his frustrations, Ronen merely laughed.

“Ah, Aesop,” he said jovially, “you have not taught students as long as I have. Young Jackson’s behavior is truly nothing out of the ordinary. Many a student has found themselves more able to focus on those things they have personal investment in over those things that don’t spark their imagination. I would think a fellow Slytherin alumnus such as yourself would be very attuned to that.”

“I am already very well aware of how much Mr. Knightly prefers your teaching style to mine,” said Sharp very coolly. “He is definitely your kind of student. But I am not about to start playing Gobstones with bottles of Shrinking Solution just to try to earn a single student’s favor -- and Mr. Knightly should learn to see the value in all of his classes, however lacking of entertainment he may find them to be.”

Ronen gave Sharp a pat to the shoulder. “Of course. It behooves him, and all of our students, to learn how to work well with a wide array of people. But you know, even we professors need to re-learn that too, once in a while...sometimes through students we find challenging to teach.”

A flicker of amusement seemed to dance in the older man’s eye.

“You say Jackson is my kind of student -- and yes, for certain he is. Talented, amiable, excitable, curious...incredibly witty, and yet surprisingly sensitive -- I’d say Eleazar and Madam Kogawa are just as fond of the boy as I am, and they’re not even his Head of House! But truly, I think you might find Jackson’s a very promising student in his own way...perhaps even in your class. Why, if even Atticus Grimsley can find it in his heart to like Jackson as a student, despite all the trouble he gets up to outside of class, surely you could.”

Sharp was skeptical of this thought process until the day following the invigorating Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor that spring. The Potionsmaster himself had not been present at the Pitch -- he’d had much more pressing matters to research in the Hogwarts library -- but he heard the school matron, Noreen Blainey, complaining to Ronen about it the following morning at breakfast.

“ -- poor boy got that hexed Bludger straight to the face, Professor! It broke his nose in five places! And yet he’s absolutely refused to come to me for treatment!”

“Jackson seems to be doing better now, Madam,” Ronen tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“Only because he’s off brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions to mask the damage! He barely avoided getting knocked unconscious! That damage undoubtedly went below the surface. And yet somehow Mr. Knightly managed to slip right out from under everyone in the stands before they could send him to me, polished himself up, and now he’s cheerfully acting like he’s fine, despite barely being able to see straight!”

Ronen frowned. “Hm...perhaps I can convince Jackson to get a full physical exam. I’m certain if we emphasize our concern for his well-being -- ”

“Concern!” scoffed the nurse. “Unlikely! That boy wouldn’t even come to me for help when he got burned by Streeler venom, Professor. He’s almost as stubborn as Aesop Sharp, when it comes to accepting professional Healing advice...”

Sharp couldn’t help but cock his eyebrows very coolly at that, but ultimately chose not to join the conversation. It had made some gears turn in his head as it was, so he decided to dwell on the matter alone over breakfast.

Jackson Knightly brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions? Now that seemed thoroughly unlikely. Knightly had never been so competent to brew a potion he could safely ingest without proper oversight. It had to have been Miss Selwyn who helped him with it -- or perhaps Montelimar Bloom: the Ravenclaw did have a tendency to come to Jackson’s rescue, when he was in trouble. Even Bloom’s best friend Orla Atkinson was well known at being talented with healing magic...

Sharp’s eyes flitted over to the Slytherin table absently. He could see Adelia Selwyn and Jackson’s dormmates, Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, sitting there -- even Gryffindor’s Beater, Io Gordon, had apparently left her own table to go over and talk to Adelia -- but no Jackson Knightly...

His left eyebrow raising with interest, Sharp sidled to his feet carefully, before trudging out of the Great Hall and back toward the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

Blasted leg, Sharp cursed inwardly. His lack of agility would never not irritate the ex-Auror -- he would’ve loved it if he could just Apparate up and down to different floors without climbing so many damned stairs, but the magic within the school’s walls was far too powerful to allow for that.

Eventually, though, Sharp did make it back to his classroom -- and as soon as he arrived, his sharp ears immediately perked up when he picked out the distinctive sound of something bubbling in a cauldron. 

Well, that could easily end in disaster, being attempted by the wrong student.

The image of Garreth Weasley blowing up his third potion that month rippled over Sharp’s mind.

Reflecting back on his old stealth training, the ex-Auror sidled into the classroom as quietly as he possibly could with his clunky leg, easing the door open so carefully that it didn’t give the slightest creak. When his eyes landed on the workstation being used, however, Sharp was a bit startled by what he found.

It was indeed Jackson Knightly. But rather than being in the company of someone helping him, he was working completely on his own, his back to Sharp as he counted out three -- four -- five lionfish spines, and then dropped them one by one into the cauldron. He kept glancing at the potion off-and-on, humming something absently, as he poured himself a cup of tea from a nearby teapot and mixed in some sugar. Once the potion had turned yellow, he tossed in five more spines, as well as some flobberworm mucus. Then Jackson sipped his tea, still humming absently, as he watched the potion turn purple.

Sharp stood in the door frame, his arms crossed, as he silently watched Jackson work. The Slytherin was in his own little world during the entire process -- eating toast, drinking tea, and even reading out of a tiny book that couldn’t possibly be for Potions while waiting for certain reactions to take place -- but he still did every step perfectly, all seemingly from memory. There were definitely points, though, where Jackson had to pause in the middle, close his eyes, and massage his temple as he took deep breaths -- clearly his head was still hurting him.

Sharp didn’t make himself known until Jackson took the potion off the fire at last. Once the potion had started to cool, he actually brought his hands together in a slow clap.

Jackson looked up, startled, as Sharp approached.

“A perfectly brewed Wiggenweld Potion,” said the Potionsmaster.

Despite being taken aback by his sudden audience, Jackson very quickly put on a big grin and gave a sweeping bow.

“To earn a ‘perfect’ assessment from you is high praise indeed, Master Sharp,” the fifteen-year-old said with a dashing smirk. 

“Indeed,” Sharp said airily. “I would hardly have believed it of you, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

The professor’s brows were raised high over his eyes as he considered Jackson a bit more carefully. There wasn’t any cosmetic damage to his face -- but true to what the school matron had said, Jackson’s blue eyes looked slightly unfocused and lacking of light. That lack of consciousness was something Sharp recognized immediately as indicative of a mild head injury.

“...You should take a seat,” Sharp said lowly. “Ingesting anything is best done in a seated position.”

Jackson gave a laugh. “Not when one is drinking one of these on the Dueling Field! My dear Lala -- Orla Atkinson, you know -- she gets competitive enough as it is. If I took the time to sit down and have fairy cakes with my potions, I reckon I’d have to ingest even more of both, once she was done with me!”

The brown-haired boy acted as flippant as ever as he wandered around the table to fetch his teacup. He played off the slight stumble in his step, as well as the slight clumsiness to his settling himself down on the edge of his workstation. Carefully ladling some of his finished potion out of his cauldron and into his half-finished tea, he then gave a long sip from the cup, exhaling lowly as he lowered the ladle and rubbed his temple. Then he plastered a smile back on as he addressed Sharp.

“Would you care for some tea yourself, Professor?” asked Jackson politely. “I borrowed the recipe from my sweetest little unicorn, Miss Devonshire, and it really is sublime...”

“No, thank you,” said Sharp.

“Oh, come now!” Jackson egged him on. “It’s still early morning -- I would think a cup of masala chai would be a good way to start the day off right.”

Sharp cocked an eyebrow. “Perhaps it would -- if it were being enjoyed in the Great Hall, with the rest of one’s breakfast. But you seem to have neglected that.”

Jackson shrugged.

“Wasn’t feeling quite my best,” he said offhandedly. “But no matter -- I’ll be feeling right as rain, with a bit more of this -- ”

He ladled some more of the Wiggenweld Potion into his teacup. Sharp’s lips knit together.

“It might take a stronger potion than that to deal with the aftermaths of a concussion, young man.”

Jackson’s smile flickered ever-so-slightly as Sharp sidled clumsily across the room over to his desk.

“Oh, it -- it’s not nearly as bad as all that,” said Jackson, trying to keep the smile on despite how weak it suddenly seemed. He put down his teacup on the tray at his workstation. “I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Broken bones, glass embedded in my feet, Streeler venom...even got thrown head-first into a stone wall once, and I’m still standing! Dare I say, perhaps better than ever!”

His mouth spread into a brighter white smile. The Slytherin boy’s voice strangely didn’t come across as arrogant or blustering, however -- instead, it seemed almost reassuring: as if he wanted to comfort his professor so he wouldn’t worry.

Sharp, however, was blunt in his response.

“You may dispense with the pretenses, Knightly -- you’re not as good of an actor as you think you are.”

Jackson actually couldn’t help but pout at this.

“Bad form, sir,” he said rather coolly. “Insult my potionmaking, by all means, but to insult my performance ability overall? That is supremely ungentlemanly.”

Sharp actually couldn’t bite back a small smirk of his own. “I have been called worse things.”

Once he eased himself down in his chair, Sharp rested his hands on his desk, clasping them together as he regarded Jackson with a more serious expression.

“...You seem to know this particular brew quite well, to recall all of the steps from memory.”

The professor’s eyes flitted down to the book left open at Jackson’s station. As he’d thought, it wasn’t a book of Potions notes -- it instead seemed to be a book of poetry, judging by the few words he could make out upside down.

Jackson gave another shrug and offhand smile. “Well, as they say, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed -- for you to brew it so well, it’s clear you’ve practiced quite frequently. Undoubtedly out of a necessity for it.”

Jackson’s dashing white smile became a bit cheekier. “What can I say? Trouble is a friend I run into quite often.”

“I’m well aware,” said Sharp coolly.

He paused. Then, after a moment, he said stridently,

“For the injury you’ve sustained, however, I do not think a Wiggenweld Potion alone would heal the damage.”

Jackson opened his mouth as if to speak, but Sharp cut him off.

“And since it’s rather obvious that you don’t wish a Healer’s input on what treatment would be suitable...allow me to, at the very least, give you some advice on what potion would be a better solution.”

The Potions professor eased himself up and out of his chair, awkwardly stomping over to his own station at the head of the class.

“Follow me,” he said brusquely.

Startled, Jackson got to his feet. He was frozen for only a moment, before he’d hurriedly rushed over to walk right alongside Sharp like a shadow. When Sharp reached his station, Jackson’s focus was abruptly drawn to the other side of the room.

“Your attention, please, Kn -- ”

Before Sharp could finish, though, Jackson had flung out his hand, and in an instant, the closest stool had glided across the room and into his open hands.

Sharp’s mouth was left slightly open, as Jackson brought the stool right up behind his professor with a smile.

“Here, sir,” he said, his charming face betraying some genuine kindness. “Allow me.”

Sharp stared down at the fifteen-year-old boy. Then he very quickly cleared his throat.

“...Ahem -- yes. Thank you.”

He sat down on the stool. Jackson then summoned one wandlessly for himself and positioned it next to Sharp’s.

“How long have you been able to summon things without a wand?” asked Sharp.

Jackson smiled brightly. “Quite a while, actually -- since I was ten, at least. Maybe even nine. I was right on the cusp when I first learned I had magic, you see. I’m not quite as good at wandless Charms as I am with Transfiguration, though -- conjuring flowers and doves is what I did most, in those days...”

Sharp’s eyebrows were rather high as he took this in.

“I know it can be kind of dangerous, to not use a wand to channel your magic,” Jackson said amiably. “Professor Weasley’s warned me of that, a few times, what with the risk of becoming an Obscurus and all. But...well, I was solely among Muggles, back then. Didn’t exactly have the means to go out and buy myself a proper wand, let alone any spellbooks. Truth be told, I....didn’t even own a wand until I returned to Britain, in time for my second year at Hogwarts. And truly, I am very fond of my wand -- she’s a most lovely thing. I just sometimes fall back on old habits.”

Wandless magic at only nine years old? Not only that, but wandless conjuration -- one of the most difficult branches of Transfiguration, largely set aside for students approaching the NEWT level? Despite himself, Sharp was actually rather impressed.

“...Hm. Well...if you can muster up the proper attention span, you could always speak to Professor Onai about such things. Uagadou is well known for teaching its students the art of wandless magic.”

Sharp turned to his station.

“Now, then -- watch closely. This brew is called the Syrup of Asphodel. It’s actually rather simple in its ingredients, but you will have to grind the asphodel root down to a fine powder and mix everything in just the right order, for it to be effective...”

Sharp stopped talking and set to work straight away. In the beginning, he could sense Jackson watching him -- before long, though, the boy once again seemed to drift off, his eyes gliding away toward the far corner of the room.

“Pay attention, Knightly,” said Sharp. “I don’t intend to demonstrate this twice.”

“My apologies, sir,” said Jackson.

Despite this, though, his blue eyes once again were drawn to the unfinished tea service at his station.

“...Sir?”

“What is it?”

“Are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea? I should think the potionmaking process would be a lot more enjoyable, if one partook in some tea in the midst of it...”

“I’m in no need of distractions, Mr. Knightly,” said Sharp airily, “and truthfully, neither are you. You get distracted enough in my class without adding a pot of tea to the mix.”

Jackson frowned slightly.

“Perhaps...” he granted. “But you said yourself that I brewed a perfect Wiggenweld Potion, while I was indulging in just such a cup of tea. And reading some lovely poems, for that matter.”

Sharp paused in his work to glance at Jackson out the side of his eye. The fifteen-year-old had taken out his wand and used it to levitate the tea service a bit more gently over to a table closer by.

“Forgive my impertinence, Professor,” said the Slytherin teenager as he got up and started fussing with his tea set, while still glancing over his shoulder toward Sharp at his station, “but for me, such ‘distractions’ as you call them are not a hindrance. My mind is prone to wander, as you know -- ”

Sharp gave a low, amused snort at the gross understatement.

“ -- but one thing that prevents that, for me, is constant action,” Jackson pressed on, unabashed. “Channeling my energy into physical activity -- even if it’s simply indulging in a cup of tea or parsing through works of Edgar Allan Poe -- ”

He summoned the book of poetry over to him with another wave of his wand, opening it to a certain page and perusing it before he returned his focus to Sharp’s station again.

“ -- I suppose it anchors me in the here and now, as it were. It gives me a reason to stay here, on the ground -- multiple reasons, in fact, all of which interest me. Whereas such austere silence -- complete stillness and undivided focus...it makes my mind restless. Like a dog being asked to walk around on two legs. It feels unnatural -- makes me prone to twitch about, just to try to get comfortable. And sooner or later, whoosh -- off I go toward a more exciting daydream, and all focus is gone.”

Massaging his sore temple a bit more with one hand, Jackson nonetheless beamed over his shoulder at Sharp.

“I confess -- it saddens me greatly that I lose my focus so easily in your class. You do so seem to love your subject.”

“How kind,” Sharp said coolly. With a tired sigh, he said, “Very well. I shall continue my work on this potion, while you do whatever you feel you must, to stay engaged. But as I said, I have no intention of demonstrating this twice -- so if your method of ‘anchoring’ yourself proves ineffective in helping you internalize my lesson, then that’s solely on your own head.”

Jackson grinned. “Understood, sir.”

And so Sharp continued brewing his potion. As he did, he could once again feel Jackson’s eyes on him, though rather intermittently, since the boy was also rifling through the book of poems, cleaning out spare potion bottles with his wand, and brewing a fresh pot of tea as he watched. At some points, Jackson even asked questions -- good ones, to Sharp’s surprise.

“When doubling such a recipe, would one simply double the ingredients, or just the amount of salt water? If one considers the potential for asphodel poisoning.”

“You would add a pinch more root for every three drops of salt water,” Sharp answered.

“And the best way to safely amplify the potion’s effects?”

“Add a half cup of dittany. It’s a resilient enough plant to not curdle in the face of asphodel when mixed in, and yet it’s soothing enough to not actively conflict with its effects.”

Jackson looked thoughtful. “Hm...would a pinch of ginger not conflict? Ginger’s supposed to be good for one’s digestion -- it might help make the tonic a bit more palatable.”

Sharp glanced back at Jackson over his shoulder with some interest.

“...Not a bad suggestion,” he said.

After a few minutes, Sharp finished off the potion and began to empty the contents of his cauldron into a vial. As he did, Jackson dropped off the second of the cups of tea he’d poured out down on Sharp's desk, not far away from the station he was working at.

“Here you are, sir,” he said politely.

“And there you are,” Sharp said crisply. With the potion vial full, he held it out for Jackson to take. “Syrup of Asphodel -- made up of nothing but salt water and, as one can expect, powdered root of asphodel. Do you remember how many drops of salt water one requires?”

“Three per dosage,” Jackson said promptly.

“And how many times did I stir this potion?” asked Sharp, as he lumbered back over to his desk.

Jackson considered this. He seemed to be counting in his own head.

“Let’s see...once when I sat down, twice before I lost focus -- three when I did. Four after I summoned the tray -- five, six...seven when I reread Lenore -- eight, nine...nine, yes, I believe it was nine?”

“Correct,” said Sharp. He placed his hand down on the desk so as to ease himself down into his chair. “Clockwise or counterclockwise?”

Jackson’s eyes drifted up toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “...All clockwise except for the first and last two.”

“Very good,” said Sharp, and indeed, he did sound rather pleased. “It seems there truly is a method to get you to pay attention to my lessons.”

Jackson grinned that bit more mischievously. “Glad to hear you’ll be more indulgent of me inviting my friend Lord Byron to class with me in the future, Professor!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Sharp said airily. “I’m still not thoroughly convinced this wasn’t some sort of practical joke on your part.”

His impish grin spreading that bit more, Jackson brought the vial up to his lips and downed its contents. Within seconds, he shuddered, but the breath he exhaled was full to the brim with relief and relaxation.

“...Ahhh...” he sighed happily as he brought a hand up to his forehead. “Oh, that does feel better...”

Sharp nodded in satisfaction. “Good to hear it.”

Jackson washed the potion down with the rest of his tea before turning to Sharp with a visibly more relaxed smile.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” he said. “And your lesson -- they’re both greatly appreciated.”

“You’re welcome,” said Sharp. “Now don’t you have some other lessons to get to? One thing I’ve learned is that however poor one’s health may be, one can’t easily justify not going to class, if he intends to not rest in the Hospital Wing.”

Jackson laughed. “No, I jolly well suppose not.”

Sharp indicated the door with a nod of his head. “Off you go, then.”

As Jackson made as if to go, though, he paused in the door frame and looked back with an odd, almost compassionate expression.

“...Sir, I really think you should try the chai,” he said gently. “Miss Devonshire recommended it to me for pain relief. Muggle remedy it might be...I would think it still might soothe some of the pain in your leg.”

Sharp paused. His dark eyes flitted down to the cup of tea in front of him to back up at the kindly boy in his door frame.

Then, very slowly, the Potions professor’s gaze seemed to lose some of its edge. It made his features look much less critical than before, though no less discerning.

“...Mm. I see.”

Sharp gave Jackson a muted incline of his head.

“...Thank you.”

Jackson’s face spread into a bright, charming white grin as he swept out of the room and back up the stairs at a run. Sharp himself also found himself smirking ever-so-slightly once he’d disappeared from view.

Jackson Knightly was certainly not his type of student -- but, Sharp had to admit as he picked up the cup of masala chai and silently enjoyed the soothing scent and taste of the brew -- he was a promising one, all the same. So long as he actually applied himself properly.

[snappydragonsclaw]

*three hours before cynder woke up*

Food fight: *in his treehouse playing FNAF and is sleep deprived. He has a load of pumpkin spice coffee next to him,gummy worms and cheese fries he's favorite food of all time all this together would most likely give him a stomach ache but he doesn't care matter of fact his brain melted into pudding.he had his gaming headphones on at full volume which is also a grave mistake.* "hmm...2 am. Only fours until 6 am left."

*as he plays he begins to hear noises in the kitchen. He turns around and pauses the game to see if roller brawl was just getting a midnight snack hoping this time he wasn't her midnight snack like last time. He walks around in a sheep onesie for his pajamas and climbs down the ladder where wind up is reading a book on how to tell an ardichoke he needs therapy- I mean a book on how to tell an aridichoke that he is perfectly fine and just didn't pour boiling hot water on their hands while making spaghetti for their teammates that night. Food fight then peaks out to see roller brawl and hex talking to each other the phone dispite being a room apart. He sighs only to realize that none of them was making noise in the kitchen.*

Food fight: "so...who was making noise in the kitchen?"

*suddenly he hears large foot steps and turns the corner and sees him Freddy fazbear. He screams runs back into wind up's room.*

Food fight: "WIND UP!!! Freddy is here!"

Wind up: "...food fight you need to go to sleep. Plants are NOT nocturnal."

Food fight: "I'm serious! He really is here! See!" *Opens the door and he and wind up peaks out and sees him.*

Wind up: "holy bolts! It truly is Freddy fazbear!"

*Roller brawl and hex then walk out of their shared bedroom seemingly annoyed at all the noise.*

Roller brawl: "okay what are you two doing? Food fight you looked like you just seen someone eat an artichoke what's the matter?"

Food fight: "fazbear is here and he wants me DEAD." *His leaves are nervously twitching.*

Hex: "food fight perhaps your eyes are just playing tricks on you from your lack of sleep just rest up and I'm sure you will be laughing at yourself tomorrow."

Food fight: "lack of sleep!? I'm wide awake and totally fine bro!" *Eye twitch*

Skull: "food fight if there was a zombie standing next to you I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between it and you go to bed you leaf brain!"

*suddenly they hear it. The stomping of Freddy marching around.*

Hex: "what is that?"

Food fight: "Freddy! Unless you want to next soul then I suggest we all hide!"*he pulls hex and roller brawl into wind up's room and closes the door.*

Wind up: "what are we going to do!?"

Roller brawl: "yeah I don't wanna be a vampiric meat pretzel ( yes that was a reference to security breach) if he finds us!"

Food fight: "easy! Into the closet everyone!"

Hex: "okay I know your bi food fight but this is no time for jokes."

Food fight: "no I'm serious. It's really the only place all of us can fit."*he climbs up the ladder and back into his tree house.*

Wind up: "I still can't believe there's a tree smack down in the middle of my room..." *Climbs up with him and soon roller brawl and hex does too.*

[marigoldwitch]

I don’t use terms like “black magic” and “white magic” and here’s why:

I use Light Magic and Dark Magic instead:

It just seems more accurate to use light and dark instead. Since the entire point of differentiating the two is fear and comfortability. We are comfortable in the light. We can see our surroundings, it’s much easier to map out an “exist plan” and, we feel safer knowing that others can also see us. We are fearful of the dark. We can’t see our surroundings, it’s harder to figure out how to escape and, we feel unsafe knowing that others can’t see us. This is a pretty mundane way of explaining it but I think y’all understand what I mean.

Light magic can mean “light” as in safe, visible, comfortable or it can mean “lite” as in easier or simpler. The day feels safer because it is lit by the sun. Dark magic can mean “dark” as in unsure, unseen, or uncomfortable. The night feels scary because it is covered in darkness. I just feel like this makes so much more sense, to me, than using color. I feel like you could even decide to call it Day Magic and Night Magic (if you really wanted to, who’s gonna stop you?).

I also got rid of the idea that one is good and one is evil. Which is why I avoid using terms like “baneful magic” too broadly (as in to refer to hexes, curses and jinxes as a whole, as I don’t believe them all to be done banefully. And I believe that “light magic” can be done for baneful intentions as well). As for me that also made no sense. Dark magic isn’t evil, it can be uncomfortable and scary. But it’s not uncomfortable and scary because it’s bad, it’s uncomfortable and scary because it’s against societal norms. I don’t see light magic as good, it can be comfortable and feel safe but that’s not because it’s “good.” It’s because it’s acceptable.

I think of it like football. Offense and defense. Neither of them are “bad” or “evil.” One is reactive and one is proactive. And in magic I, personally, don’t feel like you can even define light or dark as one or the other. It really does depend on your intentions.

Something to really get your brain gears moving is to ask yourself “Why is proactive protection magic generally acceptable but reactive protection magic not?” There’s way too much nuance, in my own practice, for me to definitively say “light is good and dark is bad” but I can say that “light is comfortable and dark is uncomfortable” because in my mundane life this is true (yes, I am an adult that is afraid of the dark lol).

[peachysunrize]

- Aemond's 🧸

https://www.tumblr.com/peachysunrize/761612449064583168/literally-jumping-on-the-back-of-that-anon-and?source=share

thank you nonnie! #piggybackride, carrying you on my back as we speak x also you're 100% right, i remember watching the promo Ewan did and him saying how chilly the studio was, and it's known when men are freezing they 'shrivel up' but in another promo this time with Tom, he whipped out the nickname "big balls" for Ewan so he in–fact was avg. size even in the cold temp! also can we talk about Aemond's sac size for a minute (i'm not a fan of a/b/o but i'll be using some of it's terminology), because of how big they are imagine the loads of come he'd spurt out... it'd be like a knot <3 it'd be leaking out and he'd fill reader to the brim and referring back to a tho(ugh)t reply you (yes you Rue!) answered with, he'd most definitely be fingering it back inside with his infamous pout saying "why aren't you taking it?" "stop refusing my gift rūs (baby)" blah blah blah...

https://www.tumblr.com/peachysunrize/761623535551758336/gets-flowers-and-cookies-for-that-lovely?source=share

and 🪴 emoji anon! thank you for the cookies 🍪 and flowers 🌸, they're greaty appreciated x also 🧸 anon fact time! i <3 🌼 daisy flowers, they're my fav (which is kind–a weird since they're a weed :( ...) anyway, he totally has a praise k!nk like never in his life has he recieved any only degradation since he was bullied by his nephews who are younger than him! and his older brother whose meant to protect him :( and referring back to another one of my tho(ugh)ts about a lucemond shipper's headcanon about Aemond having a sensitive right ear and heightened hearing due to his lost eye, if you were to whisper into his blind side's ear about what a pretty t!p colour, how he's *so* close bcs of how much pre he has, how pinkish his c0€k is that reader would get a dress comissioned in the same hex colour (modern!au), how big his sac, that he should know what a delicious taste (a slightly bitter, salty taste but mainly milky) his c0m£ is that next time reader blows him she'll spit it into his mouth while shoving her tongue inside to have a make–out session 🤗 he'd be a waterfall in miliseconds...

also i <3 all the appreciation i recieve on my tho(ugh)ts but it's YOUR blog Rue and i feel like i'm taking that away from you, i simply only come up w/ these ideas bcs of how h0rn¥ i am, i seriously think there's sumn in this spring air #hayfever that's making my ovulation 10x worse to deal w/ (it's Aemond's existence, a fictional character.) also i'm abt to get you all in your feels again (teehee 🤭) in my next note bcs it won't fit here :( i also don't want this note to be *too* long

Babe, I love your thots!!! Don’t think you’re taking anything from me because you’re actually making me love this blog more and more!!!

It’s not even 9am and you’ve got me all giddy and giggly because Aemond having a sensitive ear is such a blessing I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM JUST COMING FROM DIRTY TALK

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina! ☕️

Kim and I rented a place for a week to share with our kids, grandkids, and our dogs! We arrived around 7PM Friday evening, got setup, had some pizza, and pretty much passed out.

We haven’t had time to do any real recon of the are but I did manage to find a decent pizza joint and a Food Lion so we could pick up odds and ends to stock the fridge for the week.

From Friday to Tuesday it’s all about our kids and grandkids. Tuesday forward it’ll just be Kim and I and our oldest grandchild until next Saturday.

I was hoping to get some extra bunk time but that ain’t gonna happen with a puppy who thinks 5:30AM is play time. 🤣

We’re going to have a great time at the beach and whatever else we can drum up.

Enjoy the links.

Daring Fireball

But even just a small taste of VisionOS made me feel confident that it is going to be the next major platform for Apple and Apple developers, alongside MacOS and iOS/iPadOS.

I wasn’t too excited about any new AR/VR headset Apple was set to release, then I saw it in the keynote.

At first I was disappointed because they were showing someone in an office using it to replace their monitor(s) and that’s kind of boring.

The we see someone celebrating a child’s birthday wearing the headset. Really? What a complete douchebag. No, seriously, that’s a really bad move.

But, when I saw them demonstrate watching movies with it, I was excited! That is what I’d use it for!

Am I spending $3,500 anytime soon on one? Hell no! It’s still to early for me, especially at that price. It’s hard to justify it.

Steven Beschloss

Donald Trump himself broke the news this evening that he’s been indicted—making him the first former president to ever be charged with a federal crime.

King ding dong himself is finally being indicted for his retention of government documents. It’s not about him accidentally having a few mixed in with his other papers, it’s about boxes of them, not returning them on request, and lying that he did return them.

The right like to say “What about Biden and Pence?” Indeed, what about them. They self reported having documents and turned them over right away.

TFG is a real garbage human wrapped in a suit. My hope is, at a minimum, he’s banned from running for any federal office ever again.

Colin Paice

Easy question – hard answer, how to I convert a hex string to hex byte string in C?

Go along for the ride. I haven’t taken the time to think through how to solve this and I only have nits to pick with Colin’s solution.

Virginia Mercury

Richmond’s post-graduation mass shooting reflects America’s gun violence epidemic

This is so sickening. The shooting is absolutely horrific but to do it at a graduation? It’s heartbreaking how callous our nation has become.😔

Swift.org

This document is the reference guide describing how to mix Swift and C++

Since this was done as an official way to use C++ from Swift there was all kinds of thought out into safety. That’s fine, but if you have a great hunk of C++ that has been thoroughly tested and you feel good about it you probably don’t need the training wheels provided by this support.

Just wrap your C++ in a thin layer of Objective-C++ and call it from your Swift code without penalty. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Robert Reich

Goodbye, CNN’s Chris Licht. But what’s the lesson?

I know he screwed the pooch with that TFG interview thing but man, that was pretty quick.

512 Pixels

The number of 2019 Mac Pros sold cannot be huge, but the new one’s numbers are going to be even smaller. As a Mac Pro fan that worries me. Yes, there are users who are reliant on PCI solutions and I’m sure those folks will upgrade to this new machine at some point.

Who is this computer for? That’s the question on most folks minds. When I heard it wasn’t nearly as expandable as the 2019 version it made me wonder why they bothered? Beyond the awesome SOC it doesn’t have more to offer than its 2019 counterpart.

Then again, I’ve never been the target of this computer. I’m still using a 2019 MacBook Pro and I’m fine with it. Heck, I have a brand new M2 based MacBook Pro sitting in a box waiting for me to set it up. 🤣

Audibon.org

But as Adams scanned the bustling crowd of King Penguins, elephant seals, and Antarctic fur seals, he spotted something bizarre in the distance.

Go check out the post. This bird is gorgeous and I want it.

Jalopnik

Could The NASCAR Garage 56 Camaro Beat Every GTE Car At Le Mans?

I’d love to watch this all the way through but that’s not gonna happen. I hope NASCAR has partnered with someone to do a full documentary on it. The process from concept to reality to running the race. I hope it makes it the full 24 hours. That alone would be a huge victory.