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[commander-snacks]

I made a discord server for aspiring game devs of any skill level!! Please take a look

Can you draw, make music, write, but are scared to try programming? No worries! Can you program but are struggling with ideas or ? No problem! This is a place to learn, collaborate, and share experiences. Everyone is welcome!

Invite link

LGBT+ friendly, Run by yours truly, I will share everything I can that helped me get into the intimidating but oh-so-rewarding world of game development

Hope to see you there! 

[boimlerkisser]

Happy international lesbian day to you my friend!!!

My name is B. A closeted lesbian who's looking to come out to her family this month. In my almost two years of existence on this blog, I've read different “coming out stories” which has been a whole motivation to me- I hereby set a day in mind, to come out to my family. However things took a turn as my mom who i thought would be free of her ovarian cancer by said date developed a kidney problem just after ovarian cancer- she means the whole world to me and her acceptance is what I yearn for with my coming out. She has always said we should allow her die and has been unmotivated about life until her birthday few weeks ago (sept 11) where a whole lot of people on this app sent their good wishes, drawings, and words of encouragement to her. We turned everything sent into a blanket for her and she's been wrapping herself with the love she received- she wants to live again and fight for the sake of strangers who believed in her(so she said). The medical personnel admits it is the best time to have her surgery (Ureteral Stent Placement surgery) because she has the right mood and mindset. Unfortunately for us, we are 500$ away from getting her surgery, it’s almost a month after her birthday and her fighting spirit is dying- I also can't come out to a dying mother- I need her to be fine before my coming out date(20th Oct). We've created a crowdfunding link for her but we've only raised 85$ of 500$. Would you please help not only my mom but my coming out plan by donating whatever you can spare for my mom's surgery? No matter how small, This would go a longer way than you think- please click the link below to support I and my family:

buymeacoffee.com/Plantlover

You can also find more information about her Ovaria cancer/ infected kidney on my pinned post.  Thank you for sticking with us through thick and thin. 

I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. I can't donate myself right now but I'll share your story!

[piranya]

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ne9gzx-help-them-to-survive?utm_campaign=p_lico+share-sheet-first-launch&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer

Dear Friends,

I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to share an urgent plea for help. Due to the ongoing conflict in Gaza, my family and I have been forced to flee our home and seek refuge in Khan Younis. My mother, who is pregnant, is in critical need of assistance to ensure her safety and the safety of her unborn child.

We are facing severe hardships and are struggling to provide her with the necessary medical care and basic necessities. I have launched a campaign to raise funds for my mother's survival during this perilous time.

Your support in sharing our campaign on social media could make a life-saving difference. Please help us spread the word and gather the support we desperately need.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Sincerely,

Please help us by sharing the post on your page so that we can collect donations and get out of the war. You are our hope. I will be very grateful to you . ❤️🙏🏼

"this fundraiser is vetted by nabulsi, fallahifag, el-shab-hussein, ibtisams, sayruq"

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[spiritagay]

I am Lynn Matar, a mother of five children. The wife of Ahmed Matar. My husband traveled to the Netherlands. A month before the war, he had to make a living, and I endured and insisted on continuing in Gaza alone, without a breadwinner. 😭 In Gaza, after the occupation destroyed our home. Our situation is very difficult. She lives in a tent and suffers from the high costs of war. The children suffer from some serious diseases, and they need help to get the necessary medical care, in addition to food and shelter. Help us travel to my husband and live a safe and stable life. 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦🙏 Donating is a glimmer of hope in the darkness of this war. Please donate and participate. Via https://gofund.me/f18c36b8

Verified by @gazavetters, my verified number in the list is #33

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[beeben]

🍉Hi

My niece Asel lost everything in the war. We are trying to escape Gaza and find safety. If you can’t donate, sharing our story would mean the world. Even $1 can help us reach our goal.

👉 Blog Link

https://www.tumblr.com/ahmedharara/767211796603060224/dont-skip-donations-urgently-needed-please?source=share

👉 Donation Link

https://gofund.me/85239dce

Thank you for your support. 🙏

Mohammed

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[drcloyd]

I am Motaz Mohamed ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Life is very miserable and tragic❤🇵🇸 as we are now deprived ❤🇵🇸🍉of all means of living. Drink water, healthy food health care and medicine❤🇵🇸 have become things 🇵🇸🍉❤of the past. We are dying dear friends. That is why I am asking you to help us break through this tough situation.Life in hot tents is incredibly sad and miserable. We are now experiencing the worst circumstances we have ever had in our life. The war has stolen happiness and life from us.

Please don't leave us alone in such dire times. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued.❤🇵🇸🍉

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[morganpdf]

i am Home Now but the blood work/pee test + antibiotics/eyedrops put me back roughly 400 bucks . i do not have any more slots (or brainpower tbh) for comms rn but if anyone feels so inclined & is in the position 2 do so. links my kofi :'^]

Bonus pic of athena being So mad at me for committing the heinous crime of trying to cure her of goop

[jackalgirl]

European Citizen

I just reblogged @prideknights ' post (this one: https://www.tumblr.com/prideknights/783639690008051712?source=share) But since Tumblr will not let me Blaze someone else's post, and since I have a subscription and am entitled to a small blaze once per month, I am posting separately so as to Blaze this: https://eci.ec.europa.eu/043/public/#/screen/home This is the European Citizens' Initiative collection of signatures to call on the EU for a

Ban on conversion practices in the European Union

It still needs sigs, and the collection closes out on 17 May 2025!

If you're a European Citizen, please consider signing! If you're not, please help out by reblogging (and reblog Prideknight's post too, please!)! If you're a Tumblr subscriber and have a spare Blaze lying around, consider using it to help boost the signal.

Cheers!

[piranya]

Hello 👋 🌹,

I hope you are well 🌺.

You are someone with many fans and followers. ♥️

Can you help me get my voice heard and share my family’s story? 🙏

By helping to reblog my post from my blog, you could save a family from death and war. 🌹

Note:My old Tumblr account was deactivated💔, and I need your support again♥️.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🌹🌺

🕊️♥️🌹🙏

hi mohammed, of course i'll share 💙 i hope things get better for you and your family soon

this fundraiser is currently 63% of the way to its goal !!!

[geonightman]

Please help in any way you can, i've known this person for well over a decade and they put up with so much they need a W.

So I've been trying really hard not to make this post but I've found myself in a really bad situation.

As you all know I recently moved out of my mom's for what I'm hoping is permanent. The original plan was to move to MIami with my qpp and platonic polycule and use the time I had with them to find a job in my field in Miami or at least one that would make living here sustainably. 

This ended up not working out. I’m not gonna go into details but the bare bones of it is this: I had to safety plan my way around my ( now ex) qpp’s fiancee and at one point got on an uber and left the apartment because things escalated to a point where I no longer felt emotionally safe around her. She then talked to the leasing office and I was moved without any warning and against my will. 

I’m now in a new apartment with a new roommate who doesn’t drive me to tears for forgetting things but needless to say my relationships and plans for the future are more or less in free fall right now. 

Moving with my mom or dad’s isn’t an option as the last time I stayed at my mom’s I was constantly on a hotline so I’m trying to crowdfund for a car. Miami is incredibly high in rent and it’s taken two jobs to barely make ends meet. It’s come to the point where a car isn’t just for transportation but for survival. 

If I manage to stay here, which is unlikely, a car will mean more job opportunities as I’m really limited in finding jobs right now. It’ll help me not sink too much money on Ubers which will make it easier to pay rent and also doctors appointment ( as I'm epileptic)

If the worst happens and I have nowhere to go a car will mean shelter for me and Indi ( she has to come with me wherever I go and a lot of places I could bunk at might not be dog friendly) even if I find somewhere to go if I can’t renew my lease a car would be the only way to get me and Indi there since she isn't allowed on public transit and Ubers Have turned me away because of her.

Even if I end up bunking at my mom’s ( tho I refuse to go there for longer than a week) having a car would greatly reduce me relapsing into unhealthy coping since I’ll have a way to leave the house when my brain gets bad. 

All options lead to the fact that I need a car for survival. I talked to some friends and we figured out for a used car that I would at least want to have 10 thousand. There’s also driving lessons which at the cheapest will still run me over 200 and the license will be 50 but I could swing that. The car is the main thing I need help with.

My parents are both…only sometimes supportive ( the last time I talked to my dad about living with him he said “We’d both hate each other and it’d be your fault” not only that but they’re both disabled and in their 60s so they aren’t an option even when they want to be. My siblings are also striking out on their own and don’t have anything to spare and that’s all the family I have in the states so it’s gotten to the point where I’ve had to make this post even tho I’ve really tried not to.  

If you’re in strife yourself please don’t donate but reblogs help. 

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-a-trans-person-in-miami-secure-a-car-for-safety/cl/s?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_content=amp8_t1&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&attribution_id=sl%3A2d64a1db-d26d-4d9c-a305-44f9042d5945

[msn-04iinightingale]

Operation DEFLECTION

Helios Outside Toldare Air Base 10/10/3153 0630

Lt. Carrie Elric watched the searchlights pass by in a predictable pattern for the second time from the seat of her Kontio battlemech. Her saurian eyes took in the rather unimaginative routine the lights, or rather the soldiers manning them had. As the light passed by again, she sent a "click" over her comms to the other mechs of the insertion team.

In order to ensure they weren't compromised over the com-lines, she had insisted on using minimal signals for the initial phase of the operation.

It was simple.

One click meant follow. Two meant stop.

The four mechs began to move in a single line through the fog and trees. In addition to her Kontio, were Lt. Flora Blanc's Raven, Pvt. Amaryllis's Jenner IIC and Pvt. Sin in a Timber Wolf. The latter was one of the key elements to the plan, as not only did it carry Wolverine/Barghest Company's Assault BattleArmor suits in special shielded containers, but also a Point of SLDF Elemental III Battle Armor, commanded by Point Commander Tammaro.

The four mechs and their cargo of power armored soldiers crept their way forward, using trees and the fog to hide themselves from view, as much as their Null Sig hid them electronically. Even so, if they were hit by a spotlight, they'd be spotted. Which is why they had to be very careful.

Carrie was in nominal command of this force, given her experience with covert operations. She'd have preferred to go in solo, on foot, but this mission called less for the subtle knife, and more the surprise explosive.

Another searchlight swung lazily along the valley floor. She clicked twice into the comms. The other mechs coming to a halt behind her.

The mission timer had them inside the enemy lines by 0700. It would be tight, but she had confidence they could make it.

-

Pvt. Sin Leath waited for Carrie to call the mechs forward again. He glanced at his tac-map, just glad the two light mech pilots were following the plan. Flora was, at best, hyperactive, and Amaryllis was...Amaryllis. He loved his brother, as much as anyone loves their siblings, but god he could be a mess, what with the drinking and whoring and...

He shook his head a bit. He was just distracting himself. He had enough to worry about with controlling a mech 20 tons heavier than his usual. Fortunately, the controls were largely the same.

He tried not to think about what happened to the previous pilot.

Ahead, Carrie signaled again for them to move, and he eased the omnimech forward, trying to not jostle his passangers.

-

Flora wanted to run. Not run from the fight, mind. She was no coward. But she wanted to go fast. This was not fast. This was slow, methodical.

Boring.

Still, she could be slow (even though she hated it).

Her Raven was the Electronic Warfare provider of this op, covering the others in an extra layer of cover from prying electronic eyes, while boosting their own senses.

Once things began to heat up, she would run through as much of the enemy lines as possible, distorting sensors and throwing off aim.

The cluster of ER Medium Lasers and SRMs would also be put to good use at flanking and attacking disoriented enemies rear armor.

She just had to be patient.

-

Amaryllis really wished he hadn't had so much to drink last night. It meant that in addition to his hangover, which was terrible, but also, that he didn't have any to drink right now.

His Jenner IIC walked close behind Flora's Raven, kitted out similar to the original's loadout due to the mission requirements.

Ughgh.

He hoped the painkillers would kick in soon. That bloody rotgut Delila brewed in "secret" was terrible stuff anyways. He was pretty sure it actually was made partially of coolant and engine oil.

Not that he'd stop drinking the stuff. Needs must and all that.

At least they were going slow for the moment, and it gave him time to sober up more.

---

Demi Precentor Epsilon I Oliver Fowler reviewed the forces at his command, and sighed.

It was a poor showing, but given the chaos of the escape from Coen, it was better than it could be.

The small force of four mechs, his Black Knight, a Sentinel, an Orion, and a Trebuchet had broken free of Coen two days ago, linking up with a handful of armor elements and as many infantry as could outrun the invaders.

After that, they had pushed towards the closest military instilation, which was Toldare Air Base.

They found it a graveyard.

He grimaced as he remembered having to drag all the bodies from the buildings into a hastily dug mass grave.

Fortunately, the facilities and equipment were largely intact, and once they had cleared out the dead, were able to get most of the systems up and running. This included the turrets and AA systems, which was a huge boon.

The Manei Domini had appeared after that. Two Celestial mechs, a Grigori and a mangled Preta, along with, Blake be praised, a Level of Asura battle armor. They were a weird bunch, and kept to themselves. Which was probably for the best, given the rivalry between them and the "unaugmented". They followed orders however, and that was all he cared about right now.

The last friendly military forces to arrive were a full Level I of Wasps and Stingers. The mechs were in good working order, at least, even if they were not very heavily armed.

The civilians were another matter.

The stream of refuges seemed endless, homeless citizens running scared to the perceived safety of the military base. There were so many, they had needed to pull some of the aerospace fighters from their hangers to form makeshift barracks for them. The aerospace assets were a collection of Lancers, Shades and Stingrays, and they had just enough "pilots" or at least soldiers with cross training to make use of them.

Not much against the invading army of the "SLDF", which brought not only Inner Sphere forces, but also Clans, and, if the propaganda is to be believed, ghosts and soldiers who couldn't die. They had a decent amount of supplies, and as long as they stayed unnoticed, they were safe, but the longer they stayed here, without reinforcements or evac...

"...we're as good as dead." he muttered.

"Demi Precentor?" came the voice of Adept Iota II Grace Dawson, his aid currently. She carried a stack of datapads and two cups of coffee.

"Oh, nothing Adept." he replied, taking the offered cup.

"Demi Precentor. Only a Demi Precentor for the past two days..." he thought to himself.

Before that, he had been an Adept XII, under the command of Demi Precentor Epsilon III Paride Biagini.

The bastard.

He remembered with awful clarity how Biagini had wanted them to fight to the last. Ranting and raving at his mechwarriors to give up their lives for the sake of holding another block of bombed out buildings.

Wanted them to die so he could escape, more like.

He knew if anyone found out he had put an ER PPC bolt through the cockpit of Biagini's Guillotine when the bastard had ordered them to throw themselves, including the wounded and ammoless, at the advancing enemy mechs, he would likely be court-martialed, if not shot outright.

But he could at least sleep at night.

He had accepted command of the group, and had been defacto leader since. The field promotion was just that, but necessity.

Sipping his coffee, he glanced out over the small town outside the base. It wasn't nearly as big as Coen, but still, the mid sized homes and businesses provided a winding maze of streets and alleyways to slow any attacker, and give his troops some cover and places to fall back from. Mostly he had deployed infantry teams with anti armor support weapons in the town, along with several of the Wasps, Stingers and mechanized units as QRF, with the heavier firepower kept in reserve to counter attack from the relative safety of the base.

"You ever feel like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop, Adept?" he asked Grace.

"...ever since the invasion started, Demi Precentor." she replied, after a moment.

He chuckled grimly.

"Me too."

@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

[number1greedlingfan]

I love Greed and other characters with big noses/unique nose shapes in fullmetal alchemist... I myself have a very angular and large nose for my head size so seeing one on sexy or well-loved characters is such a confidence boost

Some characters off the top of my head: Dolcetto, Roa, Bido, Darius, Heinkel, Jerso, Zampano, Pinako, Hohenheim/Father, Dr. Knox, Dr. Marcoh, Ling (its not very large but its angled down a bit!), Buccaneer, Maj. Armstrong, Sig Curtis, Breda, and more that I've definitely forgotten.

I do wish there was more variation in the Nose Department on the female characters but Arakawa is so good at writing them that I can forgive that. To cope I like to imagine Lust with a straighter and stronger one so she looks a bit more like Greed

[acelestialcraze]

what would happen if pim and charlie from smiling friends were hired to make ren smile again

pim and charlie would only be needed in the days leading up to chapter 17 because after that ren is living his best life.. even at the cost of the rest of the world 💀

The Haneda Airport’s terminal buzzed with the serene sound of announcements and the clatter of luggage wheels every now and again. The cherry blossom air fresheners did little to hide the dead scent of jet fuel and stress.

The lilac, energetic, bright-eyed creature bounced on his heels while waving around a tourist pamphlet covered in cartoon Mount Fujis. “Charlie, Charlie, did you know you can rent a café where you just cry with strangers? Japan’s amazing! They even have toilets that sig to you!” Pim exclaimed, however, Charlie was nowhere nearly as impressed. “Yeah, yeah, great. Don’t forget this country also bayoneted pregnant women in Nanking. Try not to fall in love with the scenery too fast..” Charlie grumbled, “Oof, Charlie, you’re really good at killing in the mood. That was almost one hundred years ago.” Pim muttered, “Yeah, well, trauma’s hereditary. So, buckle up, bud.” Charlie deadpanned as a sleek, black car waited on the curbside. High-rise towers glinted in the sun, though none as cold and isolated as the one they were approaching.

A woman— Mira Yamane stood chic and composed, but clearly desperate outside with a tablet, her hair was pinned back in a way that implied she hadn’t slept in days. “You’re the Smiling Friends, right?” Mira affirmed with a raised brow, “That’s us! You want us to help your husband smile? That’s what we do best!” Pim confirmed with a beam, “We also clean up crime scenes, once.. But yeah, smiling.” Charlie cut in, Mira’s eyebrows straightened up while her lips pursed into a thin line, gaze narrowing if anything. “Just.. Do what you can, Ren hasn’t smiled since he tore a Skullcrawler in two.” Mira urged, Pim and Charlie followed her inside the building where their client, Ren Serizawa sat at a table in the dead center of a brutalist room. Everything was made up of cold steel, concrete, and black curtains. Unusually enough, a flatscreen of Monster Zero tearing through Antarctica.

One odd thing to note about Ren was he wore sunglasses indoors, though the pair quickly learned it was not out of an odd fashion choice, but necessity. A dull, hopeless hum followed him like a storm cloud hanging over his head, he was clad in a designer trench coat, whatever was left of his right eye hidden beneath a matte black eyepatch, cigarette burns staining the table. “You’re the clowns she hired?” Ren alleged, turning to meet their gazes. “We’re more like emotional hitmen, she wants us to shoot you full of serotonin or whatever.” Charlie corrected, Ren stared blankly for a moment. “I’ve been electrocuted, shrapnel drilled into my right eyeball, and sued by the Chinese government.” Ren trailed off, listing it off with his fingers. “Not now.” Ren suddenly added, talking to seemingly himself. “Uh, you good?” Charlie dared to ask, exchanging a glance with Pim. “Peachy. Let’s go, I have a meeting with Shindo.” Ren grumbled, he didn’t seem keen on bringing them along but probably figured he could get a refund since he was in no position to lose money with the pending terrorist charges.

Shindo’s law firm was a shrine dedicated solely to ego, wealth, and influence. The walls were adorned with polished mahogany bookshelves, each shelf meticulously arranged with legal tomes and decorative artifacts meant to impress, a framed photo of Shindo shaking hands with a panicking Prime Minister during the Mass Awakening hung like a self-congratulatory obituary. “I personally oversaw the evacuation of the previous Prime Minister’s twin daughters while Yamata No Orochi chased a cruise ship, people call me a national treasure.” Shindo boosted, “Wow! That’s so heroic!” Pim raved, however, Charlie noticed something over Ren’s shoulder and looked nothing short of disturbed. “You know there’s three dragon heads behind Ren, right? Like, whispering stuff? Does nobody else see that?” Charlie pondered, Shindo froze, a rare moment of silence radiating from the egoist. “What..?” Shindo muttered, Pim looked over Ren’s shoulder, making eye contact with the leftmost head. “They’re like.. Kind of shadowy and floaty. They kind of sound like the drag queen from Powerpuff Girls.” Pim noted, “Yeah, and one of ‘em told me I smell like fear. Kinda rude.” Charlie flatly cut in, Shindo squinted at them, then directed his gaze toward Ren, who managed to look just as clueless as Shindo despite knowing good and well.

Rain streaked across the windshield like falling veins, Pim sat shotgun, pressing his face to the window like a kid in a candy store, Charlie lounged in the back beside Ren. “Charlie, did you know the Tokyo Tower was inspired by the Eiffel Tower?” Pim asked, “Your friend is very educated.” Ren deadpanned, the phrase: ‘They are insects, let us feast.’ slipping out of his tongue in a voice that wasn’t his own, Charlie’s eyes widened— almost comically if it weren’t for the situation. “Okay, what the hell was that? Did.. Did your mouth just talk but like, not you?” Charlie pondered, desperately glancing at Pim for help. “That’s.. Normal for me now.” Ren assured.

Once they arrived at Ren’s residence— a modern Japanese home only nepo-babies like himself could afford, surprisingly— Ren had invited them to crowd around a tablet, Dr. Vivienne Graham was onscreen, running for her life, screaming as Ghidorah chomped her into a blur of viscera and broken bones. “She deserved it, you know? Always clinging to my father just because her father died before she was born. She got the pats on the back, the phone calls, I got a ‘she would understand’ after my own mother died.” Ren ranted, the shadows behind him twitching with glee as if they were capitalizing on his anger. “To this day, I don’t know what she had that I didn’t, whatever my father saw in her— he didn’t see in me. I’m sure you all don’t want to hear about the cliche story of the father who forgot about his son,” Ren trailed off, eyes glued to the video like an elderly woman with AI-generated Facebook memes. “Hey, Charlie, He’s doing that anime villain monologue thing!” Pim pointed out, “Yeah, about any second now he’s gonna yell about ‘a world purified by chaos’ or something like that.” Charlie grumbled, Ren cut them off with an actual bark of a laugh. “Oh god.. You’re.. You’re both morons.” Ren muttered, following shared silence between Pim and Charlie. “Wait.. Did he just?” Pim alleged, glancing at Charlie to ensure whatever was floating over Ren didn’t latch onto them as well. “Mission accomplished, I guess?” Charlie mumbled, “I haven’t in.. I don’t even know how long, not since I tore into Skullcrawler number ten, before Mira started buying sage to exorcise me with.” Ren trailed off, and in that moment, he leaned back, head against the wall with the shadows of three dragon heads accelerated against the wall, eye closed beneath his sunglasses.. A smile— crooked and bitter, but genuine spread across his lips.

[madelynhimegami]

Lemres Guide

Tossing this out before leaving for work. I've almost definitely forgotten something

Lemres's general goal is to make those around him happy.

It's why he talks the way he does (especially in Japanese) and why he's so eager to give people sweets and desserts.

While he's very much aware of others being initially suspicious of him, he doesn't seem to realize that it's the aforementioned that does it.

My guess is, he believes people consider him sketchy is because of his outfit's colors.

Fever 2's description of his transformation item says that the robes of certified mages (at least in Primp's world) are enchanted to reflect the magic of the person wearing it.

Lemres's magic, much to his chagrin, is predisposed to dark magic, hence the darker green color.

He comes from am aristocratic family of dark mages. His parents often exploited his skill with magic to boost their reputation. He didn't like this.

It was during this period of his life that he learned how to bake, so he could do something with his hands that wasn't what his parents wanted.

He often snuck out of his house to share what he made with wild animals.

A chance encounter with Prince Salde led to Lemres first transforming him into the fish form he so often uses.

Salde's desire to flee from his home in search of freedom was what led to Lemres ultimately doing the same.

As mentioned, Lemres is a certified sorcerer, which is why he holds the title of Comet Warlock.

That being said, Lemres is still in school. He's high school student-aged (so 16-18), in fact.

He has opted to continue learning at his school, instead of accepting any apprenticeships he's been offered.

Lemres is perfectly capable of crafting his treats with magic, but prefers to continue making it by hand.

When he pulls treats from seemingly nowhere, he's actually summoning them from his (physical?) storage.

Lemres typically powers his spells using his own blood sugar as an energy source. It's easier for him to not perform any dark magic that way.

Either way, he eats the candy and pastries he makes to keep himself healthy.

Otherwise he risks becoming hypoglycemic when he uses too much magic (hence his story in 20th).

The other side of Lemres overall wanting to make people happy, is that he never wants to do anything that will make somebody unhappy. Even if it would mean making a better choice.

Generally, Lemres has pretty good social intelligence, and is able to read situations well.

He's at his best when he's helping others with simple problems. For instance, when Feli was struggling with Swap rules in Tet2, or when he bumped into Carbuncle in Puzzle Pop.

As things get more complex and/or personal, it becomes increasingly clear that Lemres gets awkward and makes poor decisions.

He's quite well aware of just how much Feli and Klug admire/crush on him, but he doesn't feel comfortable asserting his boundaries. He thinks if he flat-out rejects them, it would hurt them. So he feels like he has to just kinda awkwardly deal.

He is highly evasive where it concerns things he's in the know about that are not immediately part of the current story's plot, prefering to just say "It's nothing, don't worry about it" (whether it works, depends on who's paying attention).

He's particularly evasive about anything related to the Tome of Sealing, or about Sig's power, even when one or both are immediately part of the current story's plot.

The first time (since moving to Primp) that Sig started losing control of his power, Lemres tried to suggest to a worrying Amitie that maybe Sig just needed some time to breathe, away from her. Despite knowing full well that was absolutely not the issue.

(Amitie just became terrified that she had been a terrible friend)

Lemres isn't so stuck to his lies that he doesn't know when to fess up when there's no denying the truth, though. He's the one to first say, point-blank, that Sig will die if he can't rein in his power.

Granted, he's still very much still a kid. His poor decisions are also partially the result of just being an awkward teenager.

Example, when he encountered blackout-drunk Klug, he decided to not do anything about it, reasoning that it would pass through his system eventually, right?

He also didn't do so well with trying to convince Ecolo not to resort to murder.

And then there's his aforementioned fanclub, which he especially doesn't know what to do about when they start getting at each other's throats.

He outright admits to Lidelle that he wishes he knew how to get Klug and Feli to stop fighting.

He often consults Accord on serious matters, but as Lemres is not one of her students, it's not exactly clear what sort of relationship they have.

He probably has a similar working relation with Akuma, but we don't see it often because Akuma's isn't shown anymore.

Lemres does not attend Primp Magic School. He goes to an elite school at an as-of-yet-unnamed town located across the desert just outside of Primp Town.

If the fact that he got a sorcerer title while still in high school (and his boss-tier Puyo AI) didn't tip you off, Lemres genuinely is a genius at magic. He's able to figure out what he does about the given story's events because of how quick he is at figuring stuff out.

When engaging with others, Lemres generally tries to be polite, encouraging, and giving others the benefit of the doubt, regardless of personal feelings.

The only exception is when he eats baked sweets made by others. By force of habit, he'll become very nitpicky and critical of them.

[beeben]

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