#directrix

[sourplumjinx]

Cunty Directrix c0mm for @rcxdirectrix 💛💥

I love this sm u have no idea omg

BONUS NSFW SKETCH BELOW OWOW

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[sgrplmjnxxx]

Happy birthday @rcxdirectrix ✨🍰🎈

I painted Directrix for youu~

[rcxdirectrix]

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Meet two of my ocs: Directrix (which I also use as a sona) and Vinculum. They're both space stations and data gatherers of specific data in their own fields.

I guess Directrix scrapes anything and everything about the cybertronian population. He has access to both the mass surveillance system and the Autobot database. He helps Prowl identify threats (person or event) to the current status quo.

While Vinculum is more specific to the world of politics and economics. (His owner is a politician) so he collects anything that is of interest with his owner (dirty secrets, any black mail material from both enemies and friends, trade secrets, etc), and also aids him in other equally shady things (money laundering, fraud, market manipulation, etc)

My ref sheets, and a little overview of them:

[math-journal2]

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<— Unit 27 — Unit 28: Parabola — Unit 29 —>

Unit 28: Parabola

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Terminology

Significance of “p”

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[peeterjoot]

New video: Elliptical motion from Newton's law of gravitation.

[Click here for a PDF version of this post]   We found previously that \begin{equation}\label{eqn:solarellipse:20} \mathbf{\hat{r}}’ = \inv{r} \mathbf{\hat{r}} \lr{ \mathbf{\hat{r}} \wedge \Bx’ }. \end{equation} Somewhat remarkably, we can use this identity to demonstrate that orbits governed gravitational force are elliptical (or parabolic, or hyperbolic.) This ends up being possible because…

[addiemilfgomery]

my baby

[directr1x]

this song is for bob vylan

[sgrplmjnxxx]

Art trade with @rcxdirectrix Their OC Directrix being emotional ,,,,

[stickia404]

We are making to the 1.12 mod showcase with these, folks

I am getting really close to finishing my newest Hex Casting addon!

Just documenting one more block, recipes, and maybe working on a texture!

[rcxdirectrix]

I'm posting my second TFOC first rather than my first/sona LMAO.

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VINCULUM - Decepticon Space Station

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Vinculum was forged simultaneously with Directrix. They were close friends before they were separated.

While Directrix was acquired by the current government, Vinculum was bought by a powerful and influential politician (name pending). He served as his personal space station.

I had a headcanon where larger mechs whose function involves housing other mechs (i.e. ships, titans, space stations, shuttles, etc) have innate abilities unique to them that aid them in their function. But just for this post i will mention the ability to psychically communicate with their inhabitants since it's important to mention for him. This ability was modified and enhanced by said politician's scientists to enable Vinculum to be able to read surface thoughts.

This was used to spy on political rivals and friends alike and collect their dirty secrets whenever they are invited on board the space station for parties or campaigns.

Vinculum can also plug into their victim with a cable for a deeper probe on memories if needed. The victim usually does not recall the incident as it is erased before they leave.

He is also used for other equally nefarious purposes, such as scamming, fraud, laundering, trade and stock market manipulation often for the benefit of his owner.

His ownership was forcibly transferred to the Decepticons when the war started and he continued his work there.

[auntiezelda]

Correlation or Causation: Did the publication and distribution of a cheap romance novel result in a local Directrix getting her heart broken by a Haitian God in disguise?

Don't you just find it interesting how Zelda goes from being called a "loveless, spinster hag of a sister" in episode 3 of the third season, to beginning a relationship with a woman she just met by episode 8 of that same season? Keep in mind there's like all of, what, a week or so of time between the two events.

So let's talk about it...

First let me just quickly put out there that Hilda framing Zelda as a 'spinster' is by definition incorrect and the lowest blow she probably could have come up with. Zelda is fresh out of a short but incredibly abusive marriage. Yes, the marriage was loveless from the start, but damn Hilda! We all know Zelda is not the best sister, but she didn't need to be made the villain here.

Do you think maybe, just maybe, Zelda carried that characterization in the back of her mind when suddenly a strange woman starts to show an interest in her?

Honestly, I have my doubts that Zelda would have jumped into a relationship with Marie so quickly if she hadn't been made to feel like she was missing out on something and being viewed in such a negative light. (Side note: I do also believe there was some magical interjection by Marie but that's another thing.) She uses her siblings as examples; both Dr. Cee and Diana were non-satanic individuals, and so was Marie. In fact both Diana and Marie were introduced as Catholics. If its good enough for Edward, then why not her, right?

Marie's entrance was kind of the perfect opportunity to prove her sister wrong, in multiple ways even. Having Marie by her side, at the academy and at home, is a narrative Zelda can control. It says 'Look how loveless I am now' and 'I guess I can't be too much of a hag if this charming person is interested in me'. Keeping Marie around, publicly and privately absorbing the attention Marie gives her, is almost a moral victory over Hilda for her. She's not killing her sister, she's not inflicting damage; she's merely rewriting her own character into the one she wants those around her to see her as. Is it healthy? Maybe not completely, but its better than being seen as the villain to hero-Hilda.

Zelda is so busy trying to prove that she isn't a loveless spinster that she let's her guard down. And she leaves herself wide open for heartbreak later on, to have the rug pulled from under her.

[old-women-can-peg-me]

I Put A Spell On You

Zelda Spellman X reader

Tags: mind manipulation, fingering, strap ons, mind sex?, rough sex.

Summary:

You fuck with Zelda’s mind during class and it leads to delicious consequences.

A/N:

This is filth and entirely based off a dream I had. Zelda’s character kinda changes randomly bc I am sleep deprived and just wanted to get this out.

You closed your eyes and focused, your mind pushing into Directrix Spellman’s as you began to plant images into the older woman’s mind. You opened your eyes and found your teacher staring back at you as she spoke about another conjuring rule. The older woman’s words faltered for a second as you successfully played the first scene.

“Shit, Frost,” Zelda sighed, her hands finding your hair, “don’t stop,”

You looked up at her from your place in between her thighs, a devilish smile playing on your lips.

“Are you okay, Directrix?” One of the students asked, it sounded like Jess and you flicked her eyes over to confirm.

“Y-yes, sorry, lost my thoughts for a second,” the eldest Spellman responded and you didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked to you.

She continued to talk, shaking the thought from her mind, you were still inside her head and delighted in the way the woman’s brain worked as she recalled information. You got the next scene ready to play before Zelda spoke again, her words snapping you out of her mind.

“I think we should all take an early mark,” the Directrix said, “I can see a great many closed eyes and hidden yawns and since it’s already 4:30 on a Friday, let’s leave it at this,”

The older woman was smiling, you knew it was fake, Zelda was confused and you were delighted by the powerful woman’s loss of words.

“Frost, can I see you in my office?” Zelda asked, watching you pack up.

You smiled at her innocently and nodded your head. Zelda did have to talk to you and silently prayed to herself that she could make it through the meeting without another one of those thoughts.

“Can I ask what it’s about?” You asked, following behind your teacher, “the meeting I mean,”

You tried to gain your way back into the teacher's mind, it was much harder when you weren't staring directly at her.

“The incident on Wednesday,” Zelda replied, unlocking the door to her office.

You nodded as you sat down. The older woman closed the door behind you and sighed as she sat down across from you. You locked eyes with Zelda and smiled as inconspicuously as you could as you slipped into her mind once again.

“Did you tell Jess she is a horrible singer who can’t dance or act her way out of a paper bag?” Zelda asked, getting straight to the point.

You laughed and watched as the Directrix picked up a pen and began fiddling with it, pushing the tip onto the desk and sliding her fingers down before turning the pen around and repeating the action with the bottom. The older woman raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer.

“Uh, no, I did not,” you replied once you had stopped laughing, “she made three separate comments to me that were insultive before I retorted. She asked why I call myself a singer so I asked why she called herself a dancer,” you explained and watched as she frowned.

A soft hum of acknowledgement left the woman’s mouth and you prepared the next scene to flash through her mind right as she was about to start talking again.

“So wet,” Zelda cooed, her fingers finding your dripping wet centre, “and so tight,” she groaned, sliding a finger inside.

You moaned, your chest pressing into the desk that Zelda had pushed you over. “More, please,” you groaned, rocking your hips backwards.

Zelda smiled and easily slid another finger into the willing student.

You enjoyed the way your teacher dropped her pen as her pupils dilated watching the scene you played in her brain.

“Directrix?” You questioned, feigning innocence, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You reached a hand out and placed it on the older woman’s wrist as you spoke. You knew what you were doing and you couldn’t help but smile at the way Zelda tensed under your touch.

“What? Oh, yes, sorry,” she said, snapping herself back to attention.

Her skin burned where your hand rested and it sent a shiver up her spine. She cleared her throat and moved her hand away from yours. Where were these thoughts coming from? Sure she had the odd fantasy that came out during her alone time or in the privacy of her shower but this was a student, and these thoughts were different, more vivid than she had ever had before.

“You seem distracted, we can talk another time if you want,” you smiled at the teacher.

“No, that’s fine, um, what were we- oh yes, Jess,” Zelda replied, finding her words again, “you just need to be aware of how your words affect people,”

She wanted to get this meeting over with, she hoped that if you were out of sight the images would stop.

“And maybe consider apologising,” she added.

You snorted.

“I won’t apologise for the truth and also, she lied to you about what happened, should she not be getting in trouble for that?” You argued.

“Don’t argue with me Frost,” Zelda hissed, raising a finger and pointing it at you, “you will both be finding yourselves on the receiving end of detentions, now we can either make it easier and have them at the same time or if you two can’t be in the same room, we can do them separately,”

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, you knew you were being childish but it didn’t stop you from flashing another scene through Zelda’s mind.

“We can’t,” you said, looking up at the teacher, “what if someone comes in?”

“No one is coming in,” Zelda replied, her hand holding the student's jaw.

You flashed your eyes to the door of the detention room before looking back at your teacher. You said nothing before you crashed your lips against the older woman’s. Zelda groaned into the kiss, and her hands found your hair.

“Having a nice daydream?” You snorted, looking at Zelda.

The Directrix snapped her head to face you, realisation flashing on her features for a moment before rage filled her eyes.

“What are you doing,” she hissed at you, “are you putting those images in my mind?”

You raised an eyebrow at the older woman but felt her kick you out of her mind.

“Putting what images in your head?” You asked, pretending not to know.

The directrix hissed again and she stood from her seat, walking towards you.

“I have had more than enough of your little games, y/n,” she hissed her hand reaching for your head, “and you have created a problem that needs fixing,”

She pulled you by your hair so you were looking at her directly.

“Maybe you should learn to guard your mind better,”

Your laugh was short-lived as her hand collided with your face.

“No, y/n, you're going to make me cum and then maybe, just maybe, if you do a good enough job, I’ll give you what you so desperately seem to want,” she growled and you felt your mind go blank.

She was actually offering you what you wanted, sort of, and you would be stupid to pass this opportunity up. You reached up to begin undoing her blouse but your hands were stopped as she grabbed yours.

“No no, only good girls get what they want, and you have been very bad, distracting your Directrix while she teaches,” she said, pushing your hands back, “now do as you’ve been told,”

Your eyes were wide, suddenly very aware of the situation you had gotten yourself into. You fell to your knees and looked up at the powerful woman above.

“What’s the matter, y/n, cat got your tongue?” Zelda laughed.

“No,” you breathed, gaining your confidence back and pushing her hips back against her desk, “but you will,”

Zelda laughed at your comment but it quickly turned into a groan as you pulled the zipper of her skirt down and watched as it fell to the ground. Your mouth watered as you saw the dark spot that had formed on her panties.

“I don’t have all day, y/n,” she sighed, stepping her legs further apart.

You wasted no time in pulling her underwear down before you licked a long stripe up her centre. Your lips found her clit and you eagerly sucked at it enjoying the way her hips bucked slightly into your face. The groan that left her mouth was sinful and it only spurred you on. You continued your attack on her clit before your tongue dipped lower and slid inside her soaking-wet hole. Her hands found your hair and you moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into your scalp as she moved you just the way she wanted.

“Such a talented little tongue,” she groaned as you continued to lick at her.

You easily slid two fingers inside her and you moaned as you felt her walls clench around the digits. Her nails were sharp in your scalp and it only spurred you on, you curled your fingers, hitting a spot inside her that had her gasping. You sped up your fingers as you pumped into her, eager to see the powerful witch come undone on your fingers.

“Fuck, just like that Frost, just like that,” the older witch moaned, you were almost certain that your scalp was bleeding from how hard her nails were digging in.

You ignored the pain and kept going, sucking on her clit as you slid a third finger inside her. You eagerly lapped at the wetness that spilled out of her as she came with a silent scream. You continued to lick at her until you felt her push you away. You sat back on your heels and watched as Zelda slowly regained her composure.

“Did I do a good job?” You asked, and you knew the answer, the flush on her face and her ragged breathing told you, “You said if I did I got a reward,”

The Directrix hummed as she leaned on her desk. She looked down at you and a dark smirk spread across her lips.

“I did, didn’t I,” she mused, “do you think you've earned it?”

You bit your lip as you looked at her before you jumped to your feet and crashed your lips into hers. You pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t punish you. She looked shocked for a moment before she returned the kiss, her fingers wrapping in your hair again, pulling you closer to her. She moaned at the taste of herself in your mouth. You opened your mouth and let her tongue explore your mouth. Your hands found her hips and you steadied yourself against her as you melted into the kiss. Her lips were soft against yours and your moans were swallowed by her tongue. Your lips moved down her jaw and towards her neck, enjoying the soft sounds she made as you sucked little marks onto the milky white skin of her neck.

“I…think…I…have,” you said in between kisses.

The older witch chuckled and you felt her hands on your hips as she spun you around, swapping your positions so you were now against the desk.

“Maybe you have,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “how should you be rewarded?” She asked, her nails digging into your hips.

You bit your lip and your eyes flicked down to her blouse and she laughed before her hands reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse.

“Wait!” You said, your hands reaching up for hers, “Can I?” You asked, your eyes wide.

She smiled at you and raised her eyebrows but indulged you, moving her hands away. You undid the buttons, your eyes glued to the skin that was slowly being revealed. Once the shirt was undone and off her body your mouth found her chest and you couldn’t stop yourself from sucking dark purple marks on her skin. The sounds she made as her hands found your hair only spurred you on. You were more than happy to just sit there and kiss and suck at her chest until it was covered in purple and red marks.

“Frost,” she groaned, “as much as I enjoy this, I did promise you a reward,”

Your eyes were glued on her chest as the marks you made slowly began to darken.

“Y/n,” Zelda said, her hand coming up to cup your face, “are you okay?”

She was concerned, you could hear it in her voice and you snapped your eyes back to her, you felt yourself enter her mind, your control over the power long gone. You could tell she was aware of your presence in her head but she didn’t push you out, just watched you with curiosity. You didn’t know how to get out of someone’s head without a shock or them shutting you out. You weren't looking for anything, you had no images to play for her, you were simply in her head. You didn’t want to pry, you didn’t even want to talk to her through the synaptic connection you had created with her, you just wanted her to shove you out of her head so you could rest, the connection was giving you a headache. Zelda could sense your distress and she slowly eased you out of her mind, not pushing you out as harshly as she had done earlier, it was more like she took your hand and walked you out the door.

“Sorry,” you mumbled once you came back to yourself.

“Do you know how to control your power?” She asked, “You had it under control during class,” you could hear the smirk in her voice.

“No, I can enter someone’s head and build off of things they have already thought about, no matter how small the thought was, but they usually figure out someone’s in their head and push me out, I don’t know how to leave someone’s head,” the last part was almost a whisper as you hung your head and stared intently at your lap.

You felt her arms wrap around your head and she brought your head back to her chest. You wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your head into her shoulder.

“I’ll teach you,” she said, her hand running softly over your hair.

You smiled against her skin before pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder. She hummed as your mouth moved back down her chest.

“What do you want?” She asked again, holding your face in her hands.

“You, I need you, anyway you want,” you breathed, pushing your face towards her and pressing your lips against hers.

She groaned against your lips and her hands fell to your hips.

“Arms up,” she breathed into your ear.

You were slightly confused but lifted them up anyway. When you felt her hands pulling your shirt up you realised what she meant and you were thankful that you went with an emerald-coloured matching set for your undergarments. Based on the way her pupils dilated as she saw the bra told you that she liked it.

“For me, I hope,” she chuckled as her lips moved down your chest.

“To match your eyes,” you breathed, leaning back on your hands so you could push your chest out to her.

Her eyes found yours and they darkened, pure lust taking over her stare. A soft growl left her throat before her mouth found your chest again and she kissed down your body until her lips reached the top of your pants. She undid the button and pulled the zip down like a woman starved. You lifted your hips and let her pull down the pants. Her eyes darkened at the sight of you, your skin flushed and your breathing heavy, her eyes were trained on your chest and the way that the green-coloured lace that you chose just for her eyes complemented your skin.

“The things I want to do to you,” she groaned, her fingers running down your sides.

“Then do them, all of them,” you breathed, laying yourself back on her desk and resting on your elbows.

You watched through half-lidded eyes as she kissed the skin just below your stomach and you moaned as she pulled down your underwear with her teeth.

“Fuck, Zelda,” you whimpered as her mouth teased along your inner thighs.

You could feel her smile against your skin and she finally decided not to tease you anymore. Her tongue was hot against your skin as she licked up to your clit. When she wrapped her lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked you let out a high-pitched whine and ground yourself against her. Her tongue eagerly lapped at you as she ate you out like you were her last meal. Your moans got higher and higher in pitch as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. The way her tongue moved against you had you screaming her name and when you came her tongue dipped into you and she hummed at the taste of your orgasm as she continued to lick at you. She slowed down her tongue before she moved away and brought her face to yours.

“Bend over,” she said and stepped away from you.

Once you trusted your legs enough to stand you got off the desk and turned around. You watched as she unlocked a drawer on her desk and removed something, the object hidden from view. You leaned forward and pressed your chest against the desk as she came and stood behind you. Zelda was silent for a few moments before you felt her hands on your hips.

“Be a good girl for me and spread your legs,” she moaned into your ear and your eyes went wide as you felt the tip of a strap press against you.

You moaned and spread your legs as far as they would go and she hummed.

“Think you’re ready for me?” She mused, her nails scratching along your spine.

“Yes, fuck, Zelda, please,” you moaned, pushing your ass back against her.

She chuckled before she began to press into you. She was far too slow for your liking so you pushed yourself back until her hips met your ass. You moaned at the feeling of her inside you and she laughed.

“Someone’s eager,”

“I will fuck myself on this if you don’t start moving soon,” you hissed, grinding yourself back against her for emphasis.

She hummed and then began to move. She set a brutal pace that had you screaming almost instantly. She was humming as she pounded into you, clearly enjoying the way you were calling out her name.

“Fuck, Zelda, I-” you screamed, unable to finish your sentence as she hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“I know,” she husked, her voice low, “cum for me,”

You screamed out her name as you came and she continued to pound into you. Her hand reached down and wrapped around your body, her fingers reaching your clit and rubbing a slow circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Zelda-fuck, I can’t,” you gasped, your nails digging into the wood of her desk.

“Shh, I know you have one more in you,” she said, “don’t you want to be my good girl?”

You cried out in pleasure at her words and then her fingers pinched at your clit and you screamed out, your whole body tensing as your second orgasm washed over you. You felt yourself go limp on her desk and she slowly pulled out of you. You whined at the loss and tried to catch your breath. You felt Zelda’s hand on your back and she ran soothing circles over the skin. You got your strength back enough to stand and turn to face Zelda.

“Are you doing okay?” She asked, her hand coming to cup your cheek.

You nodded your head and leaned against her chest, your breathing still ragged.

“Th-thank you,” you gasped out, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

She ran her hand over your hair softly.

“You did so well for me,” she said, her voice soft.

[directr1x]

felt so much warmth here. not bc of the lights.

[crestncredence]

“in how many words can I say something as simple as I love you?” ✨

humanformers of my oc Aspartame and @rcxdirectrix ‘s oc Directrix,, they both brought flowers to surprise the other for their little date 🌸

[chloeelou02x]

Positively bored singing and decided to write a little summin summin..dunno how I feel about it or if I'll even continue it, it's probably written wrong with spelling mistakes or the wrong tense I dunno..feel free to take it and run with it

This is a Zelda Spellman x Katherine (Aka my original character) kinda angst? Is that the right one? I dunno but it's definitely student X teacher kinda vibes 😜 enjoy!

Sitting in Directrix Spellmans class currently was heaven on earth I a half witch half wolf was nearing my 18th birthday my senses were heightened and my inner wolf was almost bursting at the seems I could smell, hear and almost taste everything and right now I'm meant to be writing an exam however my wolf for some unknown reason to me has latched onto her scent out of the 30 other witches and warlocks in this very room and the hundreds of students in this while academy who are actually age appropriate and who I might actually stand a slither of a chance with but no my wolf latched onto the musky tabacco paired with a strawberry shampoo and what smells like a cotton blend of vanilla lotion scent who is more commonly known as The High Priestess..Madam Spellman. Hecate knows how old the Witch with a body that was only built for the upmost pleasurably wicked and sinful things known to witches and warlocks alike. A mouth that can have and has had all whom know and has known her scared shitless and fearful. Eyes that hold contempt hate, dominance, passion and Hecate knows what else. Walls built so high only those closest can know the true woman behind the mask. Yes that's whom my wolf has latched onto. Who my wolf has decided that wence I turn 18 and enter my first heat that's the woman no scratch that..that's the Succubus I want fucking me through it. Utter madness. Send me to the false god because this is what can only be described as devine intervention that has been cast upon me.

I should probably explain just why I am feeling such a way and introduce myself. I am Katherine named after Katherine Hewitt whom was one of the witches hanged at Gallows Hill in Lancaster on August 20th 1612 in the Pendle witch trials. I have long brown hair that reaches the middle of my back with it's slight curls, my eyes are hazel with flecks of gold that zigzag around my pupils offering an innocent doe like appearance, freckles that litter my cheeks and small nose in the summer and lips that while full tend to be broken and cracked from my insensaant need to bite my bottom lip. I'm not thin but I'm not necessarily fat or obese as the mortals call it I mean merely 5 foot 2 weighing around 12 stone making me have thick thighs, wide hips and a fat stomach that I hate but at least my weight and genetics gave me a size H bust so there are some blessings to be held if you forgive the back pain that it. I'm not a normal half Witch here at the academy of unseen arts I tend to hide myself away especially my body but that's mainly because of the mortal world where you are taught that unless you look a certain way you are not desirable. if you have abit of weight on you or more 'meat on your bones' than the cover girls you're overweight and ugly which unfortunately has been drilled into my head from a young age leaving me with little self confidence unlike my peers they are raised with so much love for there bodies and love for others taught that it doesn't matter what one looks like pleasure and happiness is what counts but I seem to have lost myself...you may in face be wondering about my surname..now of course in my family a last name is passed down from kin to kin..generation to generation..however I lost the right to my surname when I chose my coven over my pack so I no longer have a last name it's simply blank, non existent it's an empty space on every and all forms that I fill out. I was cut off from everything and everyone I ever knew when I agreed to my dark Baptism and chose welcoming my witch side along with my wolf rather than abandoning that part of my soul which ended up with me being thrown out of my pack and excommunicated. Left to raise myself, homeless and alone with only my coven to protect me. But back to right now. I was absentmindedly lost in my thoughts before my ears twitched at the sudden sound of movement which snapped me straight out of my thoughts causing me to look up to the source of movement which just to my luck came from the high priestess herself standing up from her chair and coming out from behind her desk as my gaze dropped shamelessly down her figure from the tight deep red blouse tucked behind her black form fitted blazer and her pencil skirt that has me positively drooling down to her creamy milky thighs and legs covered in a pair of pantyhose down to her heels and back up her body almost missing the steps she was taking only to notice almost to late that she was on her way to my desk as I quickly shifted my eyes away from her and subtly placed my head into my hand and wiped my the drool that had slipped out from my mouth cursing myself in my mind for drooling over a woman who is so far out of my league and the Directrix as I look over the sheet Infront of me happy to see that while I was lost in my thoughts at least my subconscious has the common sense I was lacking to fill out the papers Infront of me.

[stickia404]

"We do what we must, because we can"

Whenever you get an idea, you must ask your self some questions: is this possible? How long would it take? Is it worth it? Should I even do this? However, some ideas politely ignore all of these questions and go straight into action.

Introducing the World Slate:

World Slate, The Great Work, Ghost-Circle, "Sophia why the fuck did you even think of making this," whatever you call it; it is a massive Spell Circle that is approximately 11 thousand blocks by 12 thousand blocks large. This covers about 30% of the overworld of the HexxyTest server.

For those who don't know Spell Circle Tech: a Spell Circle calculates ambit based on how big it could be, rather than based on where it does runs. So you can "trick" a Spell Circle into having a massive ambit by having a looping system that connects to outer "prongs" via a directrix. This is how the World Slate has complete ambit over 30% of the whole overworld. However, there is a large problem, lag.

Spell circles (shouldn't) gain lag while running; since they now, in 1.20, run each pattern while going over them. On the other hand, during a start-up a Spell Circle needs to calculate what slate it can run on, caching it into its NBT data. This seems like it could be a large source of lag, since it's doing a flood fill over possibly thousands of blocks; but, that is only half true. If all the slate blocks are in the same loaded area, the flood fill only takes a few milliseconds, barely anything. But, to get the block data to find where the slate could go, it has to load the chunk the slate in, which is not that bad, IF the slate does not go across ~1400 chunks. Loading, and calculating, that many chunks will lag a server badly (maybe even kill it); so the project seems hopeless.

But, there is a way to fix the lag of loading ~1400 chunks in less than a tick, optimizations.

Since I know Java and some bits about modding, I have been trying to fix some more laggy parts of Spell Circles. I have already fixed a moderate lag source of looping Spell Circles (chunk bans are fun!). So it hypothetically shouldn't be too hard to somehow optimize Slate Discovery.

There are 2 large problems with optimizing Slate Discovery though: How to locate them, and how to store the found slate. The 2nd problem is much easier to solve, rather than storing them in a set of raw Vec3s like it does now, it would be best to compress them down (maybe into a string representation or something) then uncompresses them when it is running. This could be done with a small, quick compression algorithm.

However, optimizing the finding of the slate is another problem. The best system would be finding the slate without loading the chunks, but this is impossible, so we need to use a 2nd method.

That 2nd method would be to break up slate discovery over time, so instead of loading ~1400 chunk all at once, we can just load 200 chunks each tick until we get all ~1400 chunks. This system does have some minor problems, and a big problem. The small problems would be: how to keep discovery going if the server closes, how would you serialize the discovery list, how would you tell the impetus to look over time, etc. And these problems are simple enough; however, the big kicker is that the player could move slate during discovery.

As said by Chloe, people could move the slates in discovery, meaning they could cheat the system by moving the slates while they are being scanned, and still get "world ambit" for about fre. This is, unfortunately, just a problem that would have to be accepted for a system like this.

I do think that flaw can be somewhat ignored though. Since, if you are willing to make a Hex (or a massive contraption) that works every tick to move earth-shattering amounts of slate; then you can have world ambit fuck it.

Or you know, instead of doing this whole massive problem if optimizing slate scanning just do something like re-adding the slate limit

However, if you have any ideas of how Slate Discovery could be optimized; or if I am insane for starting this project; please let me know.