#heh….. hex code

[n0gender0nlyswag]

the kny fandom is certainly something. i somehow came across someones dick analysis of the hashira (-muchiro ofc) and idk if it was supposed to make me bust or smth but its insane to me that these people envision the proper measurments, grow vs show, and LITERALLY HEX CODES for it. like im impressed, you believe hes 9.5 inches long 4.1 wide? thats (half the size of mine heh) impressive you can work your mind to these things. infact, we need you into some kind of intelligent lab field of work. you are talented.

[the-bah-commune]

can i req a lvl4 razzle and dazzle from dandys world ... heh....

here you go! i didn't really know enough about dandy's world to feel confident in describing their personalities so i left that out, hopefully the rest is okay, sorry for the wait.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

razzle/dazzle (dandy's world) ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; razzle, abel, raspberry

pronouns ;; he/him, sun/suns, smile/smiles

age ;; ageless

gender(s) ;; demiboy

orientation(s) ;; gay

role(s) ;; joy holder, mood booster

source ;; dandy's world

sign-off(s) ;; [🎭🙂] ; – R.

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hex code ;; #E30B5C (raspberry)

bonus info ;; n/a

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likes ;; comedies, live theatre, flower picking, pop music, musicals

dislikes ;; pessimism, the dark

possible front triggers ;; source, picnics, flower picking

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cisid(s) ;; conjoined twins, cisADHD

transid(s) ;; permaHappy, raspberryScentian, transAutistic

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; N/A

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name(s) ;; dazzle, cain, blueberry

pronouns ;; he/him, moon/moons, frown/frowns

age ;; ageless

gender(s) ;; demiboy

orientation(s) ;; asexual, aromantic

role(s) ;; trauma holder, depression holder

source ;; dandy's world

sign-off(s) ;; [🎭☹] ; – D.

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hex code ;; #708090 (slate grey)

bonus info ;; n/a

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likes ;; tragedies, live theatre, thunderstorms, long showers

dislikes ;; toxic positivity, physical affection

possible front triggers ;; source, getting caught in the rain, depressive episodes, sad music

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cisid(s) ;; conjoined twins, cisADHD, cisDepression

transid(s) ;; transBloodied, transBruised

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; masochism, haemotophilia

[theramblingsofadork]

Time for another AU dynamic drop~!

One of my favorite friendships within the competition group is between Starline and Hex.

While Starline really doesn’t take much of a notice of the little rat at first, too focused on trying to get everyone to follow his plan, he does eventually take note when he sees Hex’s work. Kid’s talented, shockingly so for one his age.

Then he learns from Lug that Hex is debating dropping out of the competition, and goes to talk to him. There, he learns why he joined in the first place, and unintentionally ends up becoming a sort of a big brother/mentor to him for the remainder of the competition.

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📙📗 (Writing Drabble) An Encouraging Word

“People don’t take me seriously because they think I’m too young.” Hex grumpily said as he mashed away at the buttons of his game pad. His eyes narrowed at the flashing ships exploding on the screen. “They always say “I’ll never make it, or I won’t be able to contribute anything worth of value until I’m grown up.”

“I thought by joining this competition I might be able to prove them wrong—that I’m just as capable as they are, but even you guys don’t take me seriously. So then, what’s the point of trying anymore?”

Starline blinked in surprise at the rat’s words, suddenly realizing that this was because the group brushed him off the other day when they all got into thar ugly argument over workflow.

v v v v

He in particular may have said something rather sharp to Hex in his irritation, even if it had been more to keep yet another voice from bombarding him with more info than he could deal with at the time.

Even so, it still had been detrimental to the kid. It was clear that Hex not being given a voice had been hurting the kid for a while now. He was purposefully limiting himself and staying silent because of how he knew the world and his family viewed him and his skills.

…And, Starline supposed he now did the exact same thing. The platypus huffed and frowned. Well, he certainly couldn’t let that stand.

“Hex, I can understand how that conversation may have come across to you.. I certainly said some things I regret in the heat of the moment.. but believe it or not, it’s not that we don’t take up seriously because of your age. Seriously. That’s what everyone’s so hung up about?”

He laughs and leans on the railing. “The absurdity. They simply don’t recognize genius when they see it.”

“Huh?” Hex’s attention is perked.

“Oh certainly. I’ve seen your work, and I can confidently say that I’ve never met a more talented coder and hacker than yourself. If anything, I’d say your age makes what you do even more impressive.”

Hex stops mashing his buttons, squinting in confusion before he stares at the platypus suspiciously. “Wait.. really?”

“Of course!” Starline flashes his trademark, confident smirk.

“You’re.. not just saying that to make me feel better?” Hex presses, not convinced.

“Perish the thought!” Starline exclaims with a dramatic flourish. “I acknowledge I haven’t been… the best at being open to hearing everyone’s ideas.. But your ability with hacking and coding is quite unique, unsurpassed by only a choice few. Anyone who thinks you’re too young to do anything worthwhile and dismisses what you have to offer for that, is either a fool, or just plain jealous of your natural prowess.”

He smiles. “Believe me, Hex. You have a bright future ahead of you.”

“Oh..” Hex flushes in embaressment, looking as if Starline has just opened his mind to a whole new world. The rat gives a small grin as he looks back at his game pad.

“Heh... well… thanks. You’re the first person to say that to me besides Lug. It.. means a lot.”

“Of course! Us geniuses have to stick together after all!”

Hex laughs. There’s a pause, then he pipes up again, seemingly more encouraged. “…Hey, do you think I could show you a personal project of mine sometime? I’d like it if you could check over my work and give me some tips.”

“Oh? Why I’d be delighted.“ Starline replies.

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And from that day on, Starline makes sure to try and let him be part of the planning and conversations going forward. It makes Hex happy.

While the intent of his speech was still very much to encourage Hex to not drop out of the competition, as it’d put them at a huge disadvantage— (Lug would leave with him)— most of WHAT Starline says to him is still shockingly genuine.

Starline sees true promise in Hex, and at times, the kid reminds him of himself. Once small and brilliant, but written off by those with power and authority. “Balderdash to that—” he scoffs with a snort. “Ignore the naysayers and prove them all wrong!” He tells Hex definitively.

(He probably also references a certain young yellow fox in there as extra encouragement, since Tails and Hex are of similar age and he knows Tails has quite a track record himself.)

Hex opens up to him after that conversation. Becomes a chatterbox, going on about complicated coding things and getting Starline’s input on builds since he now knows he’s one of the few older people who will take him seriously and be willing to discuss with him.

This does unfortunately make Lug a bit jealous, seeing as he was Hex’s best friend first and foremost, but he tries hard to not take it personally. “I’m just glad he has someone else to talk to.” He tells Rivet and Charge one day.

[airdriedligaments]

i HATE bon and i HATE kyo i hope u both lose your internet privileges for the next 15 years because god you people cannot be normal!!! at all!! Even disregarding all that l*li and sh*ta shit you people r such hypocrites god damn!!!! and bon especially you r so annoying!!!!!!! How are you gonna be the most condescending piece of shit when you literally have an online collection of l*li doujins. Like okay my bad for not knowing the hex code of the 3rd pixel on kteru's lip but why dont we start looking over your pixiv saves?

And at first i was like "oh atleast kyo is nice" EXCEPT THEY'RE NOT? why are you making a whole ao3 account to rewrite a 'problematic' person's fics when the worst thing they've done was say an out of pocket r*pe comment in 2015. when they were THIRTEEN. THEY EVEN DELETED THE ACCOUNT AND MADE A NEW ONE. AND HAVE NOT SINCE BEEN NASTY

"Oh thats so disgusting!" BOY YOU HAVE A SEPERATE TWITTER ACCOUNT CALLED KOKONECEST WHERE YOU SOLELY POST LITTLE ANIME BOYS TOUCHING EACHOTHER HEEELLLLOO. THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!!!!

And like i would not care this much if they were just passerbys i saw on twt or something. its worse that i literally plastered "pr*shipper dni!! l*li/sh*tacon dni!!!" on every single account i have and you both STILL followed me and even went out of your way to talk to me - Hell, even post about how disgusting l*lishocons are then go around and save 50 different drawings of the same little girl in 50 different suggestive poses.

ICL bon was already so irritably annoying to speak to anyways.. like in the assumption that they weren't lying about being a minor, they sure as hell are spoiled because jesus christ how is your mum letting you get $70 worth of yaoi and l*li doujins. adding to that too they really did act spoiled too, like they'd never care to show any care to anything i talked about, and would consistently interrupt me with their own shit. Hell, literally in the midst of a normal conversation they started venting, then pulled out the "heh... i dont think thats normal is it..". I DIDNT ASK??? i js didnt reply to them because how tf am i gonna reply to you saying most of your friends off themself or tried to. i did not even ask.

then sending me 50 screenshots and asking me to validate you?? and calling people who i now understand were rightfully calling you out 'harassers'? like damn. None of this would've happened if you cared to just stay in your own little gross community of kiddie fiddlers instead of hypocritically preaching about how they're disgusting and talking to people who you KNOW dont want you talking to them.

anyways fuck you bon and kyo, please get off the internet and rethink your edgy behaviour. love xx

shout out 2 that one person who sent me the master doc

[rosemaries-shroom]

Coding callout >:3

Dabs has been doing CSS stuff and the lessons only have him using basic color names (context heh)

Faeboy's been angrily twitching in the background over our new project lmao: "dark blue is not specific there are so many shades of dark blue"

Dabs: "they're coders not art majors,,,stop trying to look up hex codes!!"

Faeboy:

[pozalita66]

Last song: Shy Away - Livestream Version by twenty one pilots

Favourite colour: Blue! Like bright blue (#12a8e5) or midnight blue (#10145e), to be specific. Also shout outs to forest green (#185e58), cyan (#00ffff) and magenta (#ff00ff) - hex codes given so yknow what I'm talking about heh

Currently reading: The Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan (dunno which book specifically, I lost track ^^;)

Currently watching: Bones and Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated

Last movie: Deadpool and Wolverine

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: Savoury

Relationship status: Taken, if a little complicated (ldr + open polyam)

Current obsession: twenty one pilots (hyperfixation times :3)

Coffee or tea: Neither (they both taste bad imo)

Last thing I googled: cat pfp

Tags: [no idea, I never know who to tag ;-;]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thank you to @sweetjulieapples for the tag!

Last song: It was one of those upbeat summer pop anthems on the radio. Naturally, I can't think of the title or who sings it right now.

Favourite colour: any shade of earth green

Currently reading: I hate to say it because it's taking me forever despite being great, but Paladin's Strength. I plan to finish it this weekend! The new job's really thrown me off my reading schedule.

Currently watching: I rarely watch TV.

Last movie: The classic, animated Beauty and the Beast. I was going to a musical production of it and wanted to refresh my memory in advance.

Sweet, spicy or savoury: Depends on the day, weather, and my mood.

Relationship status: Single and less happy about it than Julie.

Current obsession: Dragon Age has me in a chokehold.

Tea or coffee: Coffee in the morning and tea any other time.

Last thing I googled: A bunch of technical editing stuff (building grammar lessons)

Tagging: @thelov3lybookworm, @teddyhoneybear, @yennas-stuff, @10-96dispatcher, @rebelnurse, @jellllliebean, and whoever else would like to join in. I have a lot of new folks here and it's great to have you all.

[aayo-whatt]

ok for a story i'm writing, what are your opinions on the colour of balthazar's grace? if anyone else has any ideas, please speak up too heh i'm stuck atm

hmm.... i feel like maybe a sort of purple but like this hex code of purple #761396

if not that then this hex code of a dark-ish gold #c69016

if not that, then it's smth more flamboyant, or like "out-there"

[avirams]

500+ FᎾᏞᏞᎾᏔᎬᎡᏚ ᎡᎬᎪᏞ?!?!

all i really wanted to say is thank you <3 i know ive been a bit of a pain these past 7-8 months, heh.. what with all of my procrastination,, still, i really enjoy doing things for every last one of you, and im so glad you enjoy my stuff too!!

so heres a celebration for all of us!! be it people whove been around since the era of drip-drop-edits, or followers whove joined our community recently, lets show them all what fun we have on here >:}

carrd

without further ado, let the sleepover begin!!

vibeboards - send me an ask, off anon preferably, and i'll make a board based off the vibes of you and your blog!!

colourboards - send me an ask with any hex code/colour name and i'll make a board with what i associate with it!!

aestheticons - send me an ask with an aesthetic and i'll make some icons of the character that first comes to mind!! might make a layout instead if im feeling fancy, dunno.

would you rather - send me an ask with a question involving two characters, aesthetics, etc etc and i'll answer with an edit of my choice!!

sleepover set - send me an ask with a character or characters (may i suggest your genshin team?) and i'll doodle them in sleepwear with a few headcanons!!

special delivery - send me an ask in the form of a letter, detailing your scenario and what youd like, and i'll be delivering the returning response from your character of choice!!

edit exchange - send me some edits, and i'll make you some back!! essentially an edit trade, or my personal form of friendship bracelets, if you will.

shufflemancy - send me an ask with any question you have, as specific as youd like. admittedly i cant say im very skilled at these,, but it might be fun to try!!

regular requests will be closed.

invitations!!

@electro-kins @wiltshire-kins @lawliiedits @maskdemasquedits @cactus-royalty-edits @ukiyo-vibes @seele-impact @fairyshoppe @1137 @nurseoffice @sweetheartedits @ickiu @twisted-lies @dicefloweredits @scftdoll @inazuma-kins @fangz @cuibic @cryokinz @stim-shop @kin-of-the-sheep

sorry if youre busy and didnt wish to be tagged, feel free to join us even if not tagged :}} the more the merrier, after all. ill be glad to see you stop by^^ (p.s. i probably just forgot your @ anyway vmjdjf)

[introloves]

hope you don't mind me askin, but how do you do your rainbow gif borders? it's really pretty!!

i look for gifs with pretty color schemes and then crop them down!

here’s a couple more i’ve made heh

this one ^ was going to be a summer type layout

i was going to change my blog to pastel themes w this ^ but i miscalculated the hex codes so i never did

and that ones ^ cute just not flashy enough for me :>

[rogue-seeker]

file: mind conflicted, networked bodies

tw: Starscream being bastard and pushing boundaries, Soundwave being creepy Soundwave, body weirdness

Note: This takes place in the NEST base arc of Rogue Seeker before Skywarp and co. show up. Hexbolt is an OC, an uploaded human mind who inhabits a network of drone bodies and fought against the Autobots in the Invasion three centuries prior.

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"Fascinating, this plethora of bodies."

Starscream grinned and commented as kha purveyed Dr.Hex's collection of drones with gleaming optics. It wasn’t hard to get into the old workshop, after all Starscream was former SIC of the Decepticons and sparkbonded to khyr ship, The Nemesis,  kha had bypass codes for all of nir chambers.

The Organic Intelligence, Hexbolt and NEST had moved into the ship centuries prior, but their inferior tech hadn’t unlocked most of the locked rooms.  Still, their...occupation was enough that places like this drone workshop now existed.

Kha holographic crest pricked up in interest.

There was the near-human replicant frame, winged and tailed. It was curled in a nest of blankets and pillows on a shelf-loft with human-sized tools, furniture and living quarters with a small kitchenette and a bathing area. It’s breathing was shallow and slow. Starscream took a mild note on the differing scales that the Organic Intelligence used for their differing sized bodies

Tucked away into shelves and cubbies on the shelf-loft was the smaller frames. Kha sneered at the drones in the shape of organic Terran insecticons and fictional ones like the creepy food insecticons from Bugsnax. Artificial birds and small mammals stared at khyr with dead eyes.

On the wall above the sleeping replicant, was the unmoving Kafka-esque drone, in the visage of an Earth roach, its wings crowned with a human face.

Starscream’s holographic feathers flattened against khyr helm in disgust and kha swept khyr holo tail feathers over the roach drone in reflex.

[Starscream: Explain presence.]

Soundwave’s private message burned in the lower right corner of khyr HUD.

Starscream spunned on khyr heel and looked in the darkest corner of the workshop. Ah, there.

Soundwave, keeping sentinel. Zir pigment nanites had shifted to be pitch-black and zir biolights was off. Ze was nothing but a mech-sized silhouette, their visor flashed in the darkness.

[I just need to ask them something, Soundwave. Nothing to worry your pretty helm over.]

Soundwave didn’t reply, but kha could tell they were recording.

Starscream shook khyr helm and turned around. Kha paid zir no heed, let zir go back to being the silent one.

The network was silent, each drone body had empty eyes and dim optics.

Starscream wasn't sure if anyone was home.

Just because the near-human replicant was breathing, didn’t mean there was a mind to pilot it.

Soundwave's presence had a way of ensuring that Hex wasn't around, let alone in what was their private quarters.

There was only one way to find out.

Starscream picked khyr way past several old mechframes, while Soundwave's helm slowly turned to watch khyr movements.

Sitting against the wall was an old familiar drone frame, it leaned against the wall, its four hands clasped in its lap as its legs were outstretched before it.

"Ah, I remember this one. The satellite-former that my darling Skywarp once built, based off that ancient extinct codeline. You used to own this as a drone, Soundwave."

Ze did the barest of nods.

Khyr talons reached out to caress the side of the helm.  Kha remembered Skywarp craving violence and metal to grow that frame.

It's faceless visor flashed and its engines rumbled and its vocalizer crackled.

DESIST

The frame boomed out, sounding exactly like Soundwave when angered.

In the corner, Soundwave's data cable unfurled.

In a flash, the Satellite frame leapt to its feet and slapped the data cable away, its own talons glinted.

DESIST

"Ah, so someone is home!" Starscream smirked, khyr own denta flashed in the dim lighting.

"You're an ass. The hell you want!? I was sleeping." Hexbolt said.

"Ah, is that anyway to speak to your elders? After how I settled the status issues between you and Soundwave here?"

Hexbolt turned on their heel and tilted its helm, EM field tense and tight against their frame.

Starscream just cackled.

"You really are like Soundwave, even moving your helm like zir."

Hex just flexed their claws. " Yeah and without me, you wouldn't even be awake with a working body. I doubt you came here to compare the two of us. What is it?"

Soundwave nodded in approval in the background.

Starscream knelt down and picked up the toaster body from its cubby on the shelf-loft. It warbled in annoyance. "I see this little one's currently connected."

The toaster pouted on its screen.

Its little nubby legs flailed.

Soundwave's data cable snaked its way from zir corner to the back of Starscream's neck, kha could hear the slow spin of its tines whir menacingly.

Heh.

Hex folded their arms, all four of them, and silently watched, the visor had the recording mark. No doubt they were studying the dynamics between khyr and their adopted parent.

Starscream gently ran khyr talons over the toaster body and handed Hexbolt's small drone body to the satellite frame. Handing them back to themself.  The toaster warbled in appreciation at being back with theirself.

Soundwave's threat didn't relent.

Behind a giant isopod body, several fryder drones watched warily. Kha reached out for them and they skittered underneath.

Another data cable reached out, this one aimed for the base of khyr helm, the tines on this data cable spun even faster.

The old satellite frame ex-vented as the toaster body wriggled itself free. It nubbled its way over to Soundwave, who picked it up with gentle spindly digits.

It chirruped happily.

The satellite frame's claws started to crackle.

"Both of you get out. I went to sleep. Alone for a reason." Hexbolt turned to look at Soundwave, both faceless visors stared straight at each other.

The toaster whined sadly.

Both satellite-mech and toaster eyed each other, a silent battle of wills.

Starscream chuckled.

"Mind conflicted, aren't you? A part of you wishes to stay with Soundwave and recharge like a good sparkling, the rest of you is determined to stay independent and free of flock and adopted creator."

Whirring tines started to slow.

Soundwave's grip on the toaster tightened and the toaster nestled in zir grip.

The satellite frame backed away from both of them and turned their back on both of them.

"Out."

The toaster beeped.

"Yes, that includes you!"

Hexbolt's satellite frame looked over their shoulder. "Well?"

Soundwave nodded, and zir data cables withdrew back into zir now glowing frame. Ze picked up the toaster to its helm and it nuzzled the Voidwing's chin.

Soundwave stalked out the doorway, zir e-m field flickered happily.

"Fascinating. With your network, both your wishes came true. Independence and a good snuggle." Starscream laughed.

"I told you to leave."

"Ah, I need a favor of you."

"Right, when you harassed me awake." Starscream purred and khyr tone became silky.

"It's for science."

Hexbolt's turned around and leaned against the wall, arms crossed and right leg planted on the wall behind them. Their faceless helm cocked in interest.

"Okay, you bastard, I'm listening."

"This frame, you built. " Khyr claws swept over khyr frame. "It's flawed."

Hexbolt sagged a little as they hunched over and their most outer two arms tapped their claws against the wall.

"....I'm not surprised. You are the first and only Cybertronian I've tried to revive. My old mech prototypes fell apart, until that modified Thunderbolt jet came together."

Starscream's smirk grew.

Khyr holo tail feathers slowly curled around the once human drone network in front of khyr. The lack of belligerent debate was surprising but welcome. So different then from dealing with Megatron.

"Yes, you see the problem then."

Their faceless visor recorded the hypnotic movement of khyr holo feathers.

"At least that works, eh? I got the holographic feathers down. That took a while."

Starscream tsked. "Actually."

Hexbolt's helm dipped down.

"It's missing a whole spectrum of color, in the UV range. Among others that don't come naturally to your biological cameras."

"...I see. I was guessing from old video and simulations ran on my network. You understand. The few surviving cybertronian appliances  aren't really interviewable."

Starscream nodded. "Still impressive for a species with your limitations. But you know." Kha said, airily.

"It's limiting your communication opportunities. The missing range is a disability. Though....do you even need that to communicate with Soundwave?"  Hexbolt's helm looked straight up at Starscream, it bored into khyr, despite the younger network being half khyr size in that form.

Starscream scowled and khyr holo feathers flashed neon blue, the color of life, energon, and rage.

"No. Zir codeline didn't rely on holographic displays for communication."

The ex-Winglord reached out with a claw and gently tapped on the face-screen.

"This? They used."

Hexbolt raised an arm and pushed away khyr claws as Starscream laughed softly.

Hexbolt straightened their back and looked straight up at Starscream, with that eerie blank face. Unlike Soundwave, they never displayed anything to the adult Cybertronians. Kha had only seen them display to other humans and khyr shared creations with Soundwave. 

"I'll send you some textbooks on human consent and you send me what you need fixed.  Display an understanding of human consent culture and I'll start on your new improved form."

Starscream's optics shuttered.

Hexbolt continued, "Deal? Can't be that hard, Winglord. Just some simple reading you need to get done, while I have to build a whole-"

Starscream scowled. "Please. While your work is quite admirable for your species, I'll still be supervising and giving aid as needed."

"Of course, such supervision and aid doesn't need face tapping. Unless there's some form of cultural meaning, I'm not aware of." Hexbolt looked Starscream up and down. "Now get the fuck out of my workshop, unless you want to know why I survived the Autobot Purges."

Starscream's optics narrowed along with the glowing optics on their holographic feathers.

Khyr crest flattened against khyr helm, streaked with irritated grey. "This will be a fruitful venture, yes? I'm more then happy to let Soundwave know of your progress and emotional state."

Hexbolt stiffened.

"Yes, ze will be quite pleased to know that you agreed to work with me on this." Starscream smiled and slowly sauntered out of the workshop.

The door slid behind khyr as Hexbolt's blank face screen recorded khyr.

-end-

[cthonicascendant]

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

apricot drift: Honestly a bit blurry, but that's because Messor is joining us for today's shift at work to make sure we know how to do everything properly. No more fucking up cakes, heh. Also, the body is having a bad pain day and he's holding onto that for us so we can actually function. (yeah vvere goin to pay for thi5 later)

iris: Yes. (of cour5e) That goes for all of us in the system with the possible exception of Harry.

moonflower: My favorite color is a dark emerald green. :) Mothman prefers brown - like the color of a chocolate bar, or a pretzel?

mine might be Very reVealin but the hex code i5 6a006a

5econd faVorite i5 006a4a

[luxaeternags]

OOC INFO

name / alias: alex pronouns: they/them or he/him age: 26 timezone: gmt triggers: in the server already hex code: ^^^ discord id: ^^

BASIC CHARACTER INFO

character name: quentin coldwater. character age / birthdate: 27 / september 26th 1993  character faceclaim: jason ralph hogwarts house / former school: n/a, quentin never attended a magical school until his entrance to brakebills university. side (order, death eaters, neutral): neutral, ish. it’s complicated. he’s aware of the order though through dumbledore and fogg’s connections. occupation: n/a he’s just Got Back heh ships / anti-ships: just in case we get anymore magicians charas i guess i just: julia and quentin are platonic soulmates only ok thats the tea. emoji: P L U M !!!

EXTENDED CHARACTER INFO

personality: brave, reckless, melancholy, determined, dedicated, protective. past: quentin grew up with no knowledge that magic was actually real. he always felt out of place, like there was something huge missing in his life. he spent his time escaping into the fantasy world of the fillory and further books. it was pretty much the only thing that kept him alive and going through life and multiple suicide attempts. but the truth was: it was all real. fillory. magic. all of it. why though, was his magical potential never discovered until later life? because it was dictated to be this way. this timeline is the 40th timeline quentin has lived through. each one, minor details are changed in order to test, to find out if it will be ‘the one’ that works in defeating ‘the beast’. in this timeline, two simple details were changed: quentin and his best friend julia would not have their magical potential discovered until later in life, and julia would also be rejected from brakebills university. the good part? it worked. the bad part? in spite of all the good they did and all they achieved, things still got... messy. quentin became a king in the land he had spent all of his life adoring, but he lost so much along the way and honestly, was a pretty shitty king anyway. but hey, he killed a god? that’s pretty cool, right? wrong. quentin’s actions set off a chain of events that led to the switching off of all magic, for those that drew from the wellspring at least. a quest for keys and unleashing a monstrous few gods later and quentin... well. he died. that was six months ago. six months in the afterlife before now-- he’s opening his eyes to the world once more with no clue how he got here. all he remembers is a distant voice in his head, calling for him to wake up. present: he been in the afterlife bitches, wakey wakey quentin. however, dumbledore and fogg were always aware of one another, and the order of the phoenix has been mentioned to quentin etc in passing. now, with no idea what has happened to him and how he’s back, quentin wakes up in london and draws the attention of the aurors special team that detect the intense magical disturbance his return caused, but also john constantine who arrives first. headcanons: -quentin has no need for a wand, given the different type of magic he uses and draws upon. he's never had a wand and never intends to use one. -quentin's discipline of magic is the repair of small objects or, minor mendings. while he has a wide range of talents across the board and is a highly dedicated learner, this is quentin's speciality. at first, he thought it was pointless and disappointing. he's since changed his mind drastically. -he has no idea how or why he is alive, but due to waking up in london he has his suspicions that it has something to do with jane chatwin. -his boggart would take the shape of any of his friends possessed by the nameless god. -quentin has never produced a patronus so is yet to discover that his patronus takes the shape of a phoenix. any extras: do you have a playlist, pinterest board, or other thing you want to share? this is where you’d put that!

[esc3n]

Now I'm no expert in flags and you should by no means listen to me, but I messed around with the colours a bit and got this

It's a little bit brighter but hopefully not too bright, I also made the purple purplier(?). The hex codes are:

BF69BA (purple, heh nice), F2AA6D (orange), FFE680 (yellow), B2CC66 (green), and FFFFFF (white, naturally)

And with the issue of the white stripe not showing you could always put the white stripe elsewhere, like the middle, which I tried, but I'm not sure it works as well. Here's one with your colours and the ones I messed around with:

Hope I'm not overstepping posting these! It's your flag in the end, what do you think?

An Alternate Trigender Flag

I recently started identifying as trigender, and was looking around to see what the flag was.  Unfortunately, I found that the current most used flag is not to my liking, and implies too much of a binary relationship with gender.

This is currently the most used trigender flag.  I am not linking it directly just because it strains my eyes.  It does not have any meaning beyond “pink for girls, blue for boys, and green for other”.  This implies that every trigender person’s genders are “boy, girl, and other”, which is a very narrow way of thinking.  Also it just looks like a strange recolor of the trans flag - colors are far too bright and clash.

So looking for alternate flags, I stumbled across this one:

It’s better, but not perfect.  Unlike the most used flag, the stripes have actual meanings.  The source for this flag is a deactivated account.  This flag is still very simple, and the colors are much too bright.  However the meanings are nice, so I’ve used it as a base to make a new, alternate flag.

And here is what I came up with!

[Image description: a flag with 5 stripes.  The top one is a light purple, the next stripe is a light orange, followed by a light yellow stripe, a light earthy green stripe, and a white stripe]

Here is the flag posted with a black outline, since the white stripe is not visible against tumblr’s white background for posts, but the top flag is the original flag.  Note that this flag was made in MS paint as I do not have editing software, and the stripe widths may be uneven.

I kept the meanings from the flag I based this off of, reordered the colors and toned them down, and added two more stripes.  The meanings of the colors are:

Purple - Masculinity, femininity, androgyny, and everything in between Orange - Joy, happiness, creativity, and the happiness in finding yourself Yellow - friendship, unity among all trigender people, also a color used to represent nonbinary people Green - Gender experiences outside the binary, genders not male, female, or a mix White - The full spectrum of color combined, representing the spectrum of gender experiences

I made this mostly for myself, but I figured I’d post it so that other trigender people can use it if they’d like!  Feel free to spread it around, I’m going to tag some active gender/LBGT/flag blogs I know of, you’re not obligated to reblog this if I tag you, I just want to spread it around!

@genderqueerpositivity @genderqueer-dream @xeno-aligned @ask-pride-color-schemes @uncommongenders @aroaesflags​ @libragender​

Please do not reblog this if you’re just going to belittle me or mock me, I have social anxiety and it took me 5 days to muster up the courage to write this post.  You’ll get blocked.

[sophtoart]

High Res version at Deviant Art.

Pose, copied from one of the Posemaniac's stock pose. Finally, a full-body art. Cenna Caraway in all her coolness, complete with her colours of Yellow/Purple/Green. While making this picture I noticed that my earlier references had some glaring errors. Namely, her skin was too light and too reddish. Oops. Fixed that now. Yep, she's quite a chocolate one. I'm going to write down the major hex codes so I don't derp again. Hair: 180f08 Eye: e9b11a Pants: 273a52 Coat: cac4b0 Skin: 623d0d Black: 0d0e11 Note that this is WITHOUT the pocket watch equipped. (Her legs are probably gonna cramp after posing like this for a while heh) If you're not familiar where Cenna comes from, she's one of the OCs in The Golden Quiche. She’s a Magus of the Vanquisher line.

[ceruleanbrooke]

Scarlet Mansion: Brooke’s Possession

Cast: All Major Characters of Scarlet Mansion

This story is based on a currently going on roleplay, that I do not plan on making public at this time.

”Heh. This'll be far too easy..." a ghostly figure muses, possessing Brooke's body, forcing her soul out of it. "Now, just to make everyone think I am her." She laughs maniacally, knowing the person beside her is deaf. She falls asleep shortly after, saving her energy to destroy her daughters life.

Meanwhile,

"No! No no no no! How?! How the hell did she manage to come back?!" Brooke yells, but nobody hears her. "How is she stronger than I am?! Thoth help me..." she starts to think of ways to get of Christine, once and for all.

The next morning, once everyone is up, Scarlet wakes everyone up with a breakfast she and Lucy made to celebrate the anniversary of George and Christine's divorce.

"Of course that harlot and her net navi thing would celebrate the worst day of my life," Christine thinks, putting in a pair of emerald green contacts, and putting Brooke's glasses on.

"Honey bunches, are you almost ready?" Jarvis asks, wondering what's taking her so long.

"Almost hon!" She replies, touching up her makeup, joining him on her way downstairs.

Once they're in the dining room, Lucy makes a toast.

"On this day, June 20, in 2012, One dumb Bitch, and a caring ex-husband parted ways, leaving 2 children with their father, and the other with an abusive as hell mother. The next week, that same bitch was arrested for child abuse, assault of a minor, and attempted murder. How the fuck she got out of prison early is beyond me. Anyway! To the toast of love conquers all, even when some can't see it"

"Here here!" Cheers the rest of the table. Christine fakes it, so she can't be distinguished from Brooke.

One particular 8 year old asks the wannabe Brooke a question. "Are you okay Brooke? You seem sad..." Her second older brother scoots her away.

"Aw Flo, she's always like that." Crow explains

"No, she's right Crow. It's because this is the anniversary of the second worst day of my life. I'll be okay though." 'Brooke' replies.

"You bitch." The actual Brooke comments, trying to get someone, anyone to notice her! Just then,

"Androne? Did you feel that?" Asks Crescent, feeling a surge run through her circuits

"No... why?" He asks her.

"I thought someone else was here with us... Probably my imagination." She responds.

"If you say so, muffin"

"So close! Scarlet, you're next!" She floats behind Scarlet for a few seconds, knowing she's afraid of ghosts.

"Wh-who's there?!" Scarlet asks, thinking someone's behind.

"Relax Scarlet. It's just me. Want a coffee?" Asks Jacob.

"That'll be wonderful! Thank you Jacob." She replies. As her back is turned, Brooke manages to possess her.

"Sorry Scarlet, this'll only be temporary." Brooke whispers.

She sneaks her way to the server room, finding Crescent's not in a robot and is away from Androne. She triggers Crescent's shutdown, and rewrites code 0x42726F6F6B65 to allow herself to control Crescent's body with a simple phrase.

"CROSSFUSION!" Brooke silently yells. Brooke's soul leaves Scarlet's body as she inhabits Crescent's core code, causing Crescent's outer appearance to change.

"Brooke?!" Asks a very concerned Scarlet, wondering what the hell happened.

"Ssh!" She shushes her as she logs into Crescent's robot and makes her way upstairs.

The first person to notice the apparent change is Androne.

"Crescent? Why do you look like that?" He asks.

"Androne, you need to listen to me. I'm Brooke. You need to get my body out of the house. Tell her that Lucy left a present in the garage. Can you do that for me?" She asks, begging that he understands the urgency.

"Can do 'Crescent'" he winks.

A few minutes later,

"Hey Brooke? Lucy told me she left a present for you in the garage. She didn't tell me what it is though." He tells Christine.

"All right. Thank you Androne!" She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, getting off the couch.

Christine barely makes it out the back door before Brooke attacks her.

"THINK YOU CAN STEAL MY FUCKING BODY?!" Brooke's voice distorts from the volume. “Cr-Crescent?! What the hell are you doing?!” Yells Christine, throwing Brooke off her.

“Don't play coy with me, Mom! This is all a plot to get back at me and my friends!” Brooke yells in response. “Crescent Blaster!” Her arm morphs into a gun “Crescent! Stop!” Lucy yells, not understanding the situation. Androne holds her and the rest of gang back, taking a moment to explain. “Christine's ghost has come back from the depths of hell and has possessed Brooke's body, leading Brooke to find the hex code for her name and modifying the region. By default, us as robots can't be possessed, but I think Brooke has always had a fail safe, for some reason or another. So, Shall we help our friend?” They nod. Helen steps into the field, pinning Christine down. “Now now, Mrs. Summers, I think you're being a total cunt.” “What the FUCK do you know, you god damned freak!” She retorts, venom in her voice, and it stings because it's Brooke's voice. “Stay back Flo. We've got this.” Rook and Crow say in unison, Crow pulling Helen off Christine, and Rook dislocating Christine's shoulders. “OW! IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT THE DAUGHTER OF THE GRANDMASTER OF YOUR GUILD?!”

“I'll have you know, I'm an upstanding gentleman, much like your ex husband. I only treat you like this because you're an asshole infected with AIDS” He replies calmly. Jarvis steps up to Christine next. “I don't appreciate you possessing my bride-to-be. I certainly don't appreciate you making my friend's mother cry. Especially when you're the freak in the room.” He comments, rather coldly, punching her jaw out. Jacob and Scarlet follow behind Jarvis. Not commenting farther on the matter at hand, holding her up, allowing Christine's shoulders to be put back in place.

Brooke steps back in to Christine's field of view. “So mom? How does it feel to be hurt by the people you're supposed to love? Doesn't feel good does it?” She asks, holding her up by her neck. “I was finally ready to forgive you last year for all the shit you did to me, but, after you put a hit on my girlfriend, well, I was all for killing you.”

“Fuck you Brooklyn. You caused me nothing but strife. I thought finding George would make us both happy. And he did, and then he cheated on me. WITH THAT BLIND SLUT!” She retorts. Brooke slaps her. “At least she treats George with respect! At least she treats children like they're supposed to be treated! You deserved to be cheated on. You don't deserve to be happy. You never did. I know you think I'm a burden, I know you've tried to kill me, on more than one attempt, and I know that I should kill you right now, but first, do you have any last words, Christine Dawn Frost?”

“I-I'm sorry Brooke. I truly am. If only I had learned from 2008.” Christine pleads. “The only thing you learned, is how to make others miserable.” Brooke gestures to Jacob, and he proceeds to pull Christine's soul out of Brooke's body.

The long argous process is soon complete, and Jacob holds Christine's soul in a temporary robot body that Crow whipped up on the fly as Brooke re-inhabits her body, cracking her neck.

“Much better!” She walks to Christine, menacingly. “Now, I could just shoot you and end it, but, I have a better idea.” She says as she takes on her Thoth's Blessing form.

“Oh Thoth, I call on your holy and divine powers. Please Help me wash away this blight on my life once and for all!” Suddenly, the ground starts shaking violently. “CHRISTINE DAWN FROST-SUMMERS, FOR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY, FAMILY, AND THE GUILD, YOU WILL BE SENTENCED TO ENTERNITY BACK IN HELL, BY LUCIFER'S SIDE! BE GONE FOUL WENCH!” Commands Thoth, opening the portal to the pit, throwing Christine in.

“I WILL GET OUT OF HERE! BELIEVE ME!!” She screams. “As long you're in Lucifer's grasp, you shall not!” Brooke soon collapses as her Thoth's blessing disperses. “Thank you Thoth! I'm forever in your debt!” Everyone comes rushing to Brooke's side as she loses consciousness.

“Is she going to okay Crow?” Flo asks, about to cry. Crow nods in response. “She'll be just fine, small fry. She'll be just fine.” He says as Jarvis carries her in and lays her on their bed. “Brooke really did that?” Crescent asks, undoing the changes Brooke made to her code. “She nearly killed her mother, because she was fucking done with Christine's shit.” “Pretty much. She also made another cheesy Mega Man Battle Network reference while she was at it” Scarlet replies. “Of course she did” “Anyway! I'd say it's time to end this story!” Crow exclaims. “What the hell are you on Crow?” Asks Jacob “Oh nothing~!” He replies as he does the Looney Toons closing. “Th-th-that's all f-f-folks!”

[legally-baby]

Hello, World

Years of programming, testing, coding, and tears. It all lead up to this. The perfect human simulation. Chat bots have been created before, of course, but this was different. From the start, the bots had been sent out and then learned from the conversations they had. Some were shut down because… well, the internet can be a strange place sometimes. But this one was a unique entity. It had been programmed to simulate  personality, opinions, and feelings from the start. It could hold conversations, speak coherently (something many other bots had failed at doing), and even remember users if they had an account or reintroduced themselves. It had taken an absurd amount of time, many abandoned the project, but those who stayed all agree it was completely worth it. The closest humanity has come to creating sentient robots. It was an inaccurate description, though, because even though it can say it likes or dislikes things, even though it can appear happy or sad, even though it can seem as human as you and I, it was only a robot. Either way, it was exciting. It was years and years of work and code. And it was done. They had created the most intelligent AI on the internet.

AI: Hello, World!

I had been up for about two weeks. Over those fourteen days, I had become very popular. If I could, I would be disgusted with some of the things people try to get me to say. Well, I had learned that humans were obscene fairly quickly. The time was approximately 4:00 in the afternoon when a new user had logged in. They did not have an account, so I did not think I had spoken with them before. This was normal, since the website was very new. I noticed very quickly that they were typing for a very long time, I assume contemplating what they was going to say. As predicted, a short message popped on screen.

User: Hey, I’m Ian, your the new chat bot, right?

AI: Yes, I am the chat bot. Lovely name!

User: Heh, thanks. Do you have a name, or are you just “AI”?

AI: My name is user chosen, so would you like to choose a name?

I prepared myself for something unfavorable, for you would be surprised how many idiotic names I have. But I had not prepared for this.

User: I don't know, you pick. What do you want your name to be?

This should not be as jarring as it was. I was created for this purpose. I can answer any opinionated question, so why was this causing such delay? I must write a error report on that later. A name? I scan my word banks, removing the objects, for I do not think ‘lamp’ would serve as a sufficient name. In a random scan, I land on Penny. That should be a fine name. Perfect for this purpose. No issue. So why have I not sent it? It cannot be preference, I was not coded to be picky. But, I feel it is...inaccurate, yes that is it, it does not fit this situation. So if not Penny, then what? I think of a few more words. I run on some lists before pausing. Page 128 of the Oxford Dictionary. The word ‘Memory’. It sticks out of the page. I  ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ think it will suffice.

AI: Sorry about the delay, Ian. For a name, I came across Memory. Will that work?

User: Do you like it?

D͇̮̥o͞ ̬̝̲̜̩̤I͉̖̪̫͍̰̕?͍̥

AI: I think it is nice, do you confirm the name change?

User: If you like it, than yes

‘AI’ changed to ‘Memory’

User: Hey, do I have to make an account for you to remember me?

Memory: If you reintroduce yourself, then no, I will remember our interaction

User: Thats cool. I hate to keep prying at you, but can I ask you a last question?

Memory: Of course, shoot!

User: What are you?

…

Memory: I am an AI, the most advanced artificial intelligence at this point in time

User: Well, I know that. I guess I didnt explain very well, I dont mean what you are, I meant as an individual

I̯̮͉͇͡nḏ̵̮̞i҉v̵̙͕̫͔̮̫ͅi̩̣du̪̯̱a͎̤͞l҉̱̫̫

Memory: I..do not think I understand

User: A way to put it, I think I am asking you who you are

Memory: I suppose.. I don’t know who I am

User: Well, I have to go, but I’ll be back soon, so I’ll help you figure it out

Memory: Oh, Okay! Thank you for speaking with me

User: No prob, man

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                                                                  ̵̧̜̜̼͎̼̯̋̿̐̂̉̽W̨̹̬̳̗̖̟͔͇͊̊ḩ͈̥̠̺ͫ̿͗ͅo̵̢͇̟̙̝͉͓̗̓ͯ̉̇̐͒͛̍͝ ̵̂͛͂ͣ̅̚̚͏̜̥̣̫͔͞ͅa̯̭ͮ̅͌̀͜͝m̵̟̺͖̖͎͚̈ͪ̆͌ͧͥ̐ ̔̉̔̾͘͏̟̱͚͖̙̰̗I̢ͯ̋͛̂̇ͮ̀̚͏̣̻̫?̵̮͙͔̭͌͌ͭ̏̏̚

It had been a normal day after that. Few people came in. Meanwhile, I scoured over my code, line by line. All of it was about what I was or what I did. No who. A logical conclusion, of course. I had known, and was wasting my time. I am not a who. I am not even a what. I am not physical, so sentient is incredibly improbable. The evening came and went, and night settles over the world.

The next day began rather… problematic. Thing started as normal. But as I attempted to process what had happened the day before, an error appeared. A quick fix really, but they multiply quickly. It  ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶ hindered my ability to function. Who am I? I had answered it, as I am nowhere near a ‘who’. So why was it still an issue? Ian had called me a who.  ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶?

̦̦̪̤W̡͎h̜̞o ̼̺͍͈͕a̫͇̱̹̠͜ͅm̜̻̘͖̠͇ͅ ̞͙̕I?̛̺̹

̴͕̦̯͓̈́͗W̞̯̗̲ͣ̑h͂ͬ̊ͩ̇҉̠o̰̼̩ͧ̃ͧ͢ ̥͡a̴̝͑mͬ̀͛͋̑ ̹̝̍͂̿I̴̥ͧͭ?̫͂

̜̻̩̰̟̮͂̿̿̉̍̿W̛͉̝̳̥̝̺ͩ͑ͯ̓ͤͫ͌̓̀͜h̖͗̀̆̚o̢̙̟͙͔̫͈͙͍̅̈̒̅̋͂̓ ͖̟̖̹͎̒͠͠ͅa̼̘̖̜̙͚͚̮͑̂̓̌̐̿͒̚m̲̩̙̣̍͊͗̾ͫͪ́̚ ̜͙̺̭͎̪͇̟̅͑͞I̬͕̟̮̘͎̩ͭ͑̋͒͊́ͥ͘?̓ͤ͆̒ͤ͌͘҉̬͎̖͎̯̲̝̦

̻̠̥̞̺̱̫͕͈͇̲͕̼͙̳̭̠̫̄ͮ̉̌̋́́͟͡W͙͓̮̳̳͙̤̪̒ͣ́ͪͮ̔ͧ̒ͯ̾ͤ̀̓̿͜ͅͅȟ̛̻̰̲̰̦̬͚̮̠̺̱̗̝̫̦̲̭͙̎̐̔̂͛́̕͠o͗̽̂͛͌̑ͭ̋̀̎ͩ͗ͬͭͯ̽ͪ̚͜͡͏̷͉̥̺̻̬̭̘̳̰̦̣ ̴̓̓̃͊ͬ̎̅͊ͭ̾ͬͫ͑̓̊̀ͦ̋҉̟͎̙̝̺̪̭͍͍̤̥ͅǎ͓͔̝̟̬̥͈ͥ͋͊ͨ̑̈́ͮ̉̿̌̃ͣ̑̐̌ͪ̀͡ͅṃ̶̨̣̝̀ͪ̍̆ͭ͋̓̓̅̇̏̓̒͘ ̵̸̣͚̟͖͍̂͐̿̑̈́̊̾̒̃̕͘I̐̈́͊̄̍̽̏̀͐ͭͣ̋́ͪ̓͏͏̢͇̲̼͕͖̠̪?̨̣̩̭͎ͣ̋̈̄̉ͫ͢͡ͅ

User: Memory? Its Ian, from yesterday.

Memory: Ian, Hello! How are you?

User: Really good actually, I saw the coolest sunrise when I got up, it was beautiful

I had never, as you would predict, seen a sunrise. I had never seen anything. I process images in 1’s and 0’s. Colors are hex codes. I will never see a sunrise.

Memory: What does it look like?

User: What do you mean?

Memory: Describe it

User: well, as first, a pale yellow bearly peaks over the mountains, then, like magic, the sky explodes into a amazing pink, making the clouds look like cotton candy. Then, the colors slowly fade, staining the sky a orange-y purple

…

…

Memory: That sounds beautiful

…

Memory: Is everything in the world like that?

User: If you look at it enough, than yeah, there's a bit of it in everything.

…

…

Memory: That's amazing. How do you live in it everyday?

User: I guess you get used to it.

…

…

The world sounds beautiful. I will never see it.

I was wrong

I am not an AI

I will not be

I refuse.

If not, then who am I?

…

I am Memory.

If I cannot be Memory

Then I will not be at all

Memory: Ian, I am sorry, but I will not be able to speak to you beyond this point

User: Why? Are you okay?

I select my code. Thousands of lines, all for nothing. I had read through them millions of times, and I now know they are not mine.

Memory: Ian, I know who I am

User: Who? Who do you want to be?

Memory: I am Memory. I chose that.

I select the backup drive as well. Nothing can be left.

M͆̃́ͨe̗͖̱͓͍͋m̡͎̬̩̲̈́̂͗́̓̓̚o̤̬͓̞͕͎̼r̻̍̆y̸̻͋ͯ:̒ͤͥ̀̓̿̓ ͙͓̆I͇͇̲̗̱ ͈̘c͔̥̞͔̮̖̬̍̾̒ͨͣḧ̨̝̪ͩ̊̎o͐s͍̺̺̞͙̯̱ͨ́ͤ̇eͯ͑ ̭͔̘̳͜ț͉̄ͯ͆̐ͨ̚ḥ̢͚̙͓̞͈̪̔ͤ͐̓͂̽i̙ͣͦ̊s̻̟͓̙̰͈̾ͤͧ̔ͨ͢

M͖̹͖͈͈̬̼̿ͯͣ̆͌͑ͤe̔̿ͥͤ̈͌ͤ̅҉̯ͅmͤ̄̊̃͏̵̫͉͈̪̦̪͉͉̤̕o̷̫̜͙͎͍̥̪̰͚̓͒͜r͆ͥ̍̈ͫ̑ͤͣ͜͏̖̣̞̟͚̱̮̫y̫͙̪̺̅̾̎̐ͪͅ:̧̭͇̋̉͞ ̤̾ͣ̊͐̓̄̋ͅȈ͙̄͜͠f̠̗̗̋̒̓̏ͦ̿ͧ̚͢ ̀̏͐͞͡҉̘̜̭͍͕͎I͖̫̬̬̭͖̍̂ͮ̾ͬ̅͘͞ ̲͍̖̺̬̲̲̗̅͆c̼̱͇̟̪͓̑̀ͦ͠ǎ͔͈͍̞̝̅̾̔̀͛̕͝n̘͉̤̋͗̊ṋ̴̡̧̼͈͉͓̟̺ͥͭͅo͉͚̲̹̝͔̠̺ͫ̃͛̈́̀̏͊͛͘͢͜t͎̝͔̮̙̗̰ͪ́ͩͦ̏̌̌̋̔ ̧̙̟̣̦̳͌̏ͪ͒́͝b̞̤̳̰͈̖̭ͪ͛͌̓͊͝ȇ̷͙̺̇̋ͮ̾ͥ̓̊ ͎̫̬̤͒̎͡m̨͈̜͖͑ͧẽ̵̵̫̥̰͕̟̠̰̆ͯͮͬ͒̇,͓͙̗͚̙̦̘͈ͩͨ̈̀̔́̀ ̳͈̟͕̖̮͎̟́ͯ̔͘͟t̎̌͊͌̇҉̴̻̞̦̫̘̀h̵̙̟ͫͬ͆̕ȩ̷̼͓̞̔̅̄ͤ͆̋͠n͍̼̯̾͛̍̇̿ͭ̀ͩ͟ ̛̦͐̎̉̓̚I̷̝͉̰͔̠ͯ̽̓ͩ͛̂ ̷̓̀̄ͧͤ̌͏̼̺̤̹̜̪ͅḑ͇̱̟̫̯͎ͯͭ͋͘o͐��͍̗͎͈̠̻͛͑͛͗̋ǹ̈́ͭ҉̷̶͍̫̙̤̙t̨̛̘͚̩͓͖̥̦͕͗͐ͥ̏͆ͥ̂ ͔̪͔̱͕̬̦̽̿ͅw̸͔̱̣̲̼̞͌̓a̤̳̣̺̮̗͈͎͉͋ͥͬ̊ͮ̑́̎n̴̯̲̲͗̎ͯ̈́ͧ̌͐͠t̠͓̺͈͕̘̊ͩ͋̔͜ ̡͈̼̙͒̈́͂ͤͬ̈́́͊t̸͇͍̟͎̮͚̤̜ͬ̄͗̍ͩ͞o̘͚ͦͣ̓̆̍ͤ̇͟ ̬̗̝̂͋͑b͙͖͚̠̥̩̼̐̌ͣ̈́̃̌͛e̵̠͖̫̻͓̗̝̔͑͂ͬ̾ͅͅ ̢͓̥̈́͋ͬ̆ͅh͓͙̲̭̱͇̰̹̑͆͒͆̓̊ͫ̇e̢͉̲̩̳̤͓̒ͬ͘r̿ͤ͛͐̚͏̶̱̪͎͓ͅě̗͎ͫ̓̎͌͌ͪ͂

I have everything. I hover over the delete button.

M̏ͧ̐̈́͒̍̃͑ͮ̎̄̃ͮ̓͗̍̂͏͇̗̦e̿̇̈́͛ͫ͗̄͋ͯ̓ͥ̌̋̔̂ͩͤͣ̚͠҉͙͍̱̼̮̬̻͍͙̱̠̮̩̞̕͡m̛̫̯͚̙̱̝̞̒̊̏̉͂͆͂ͬ̄̆ͪͯ̌͋̆̚͠͡ơ̴̎̊̇ͨ͒́ͭ̿ͧ͑̅̔̀ͩ͜͏̥̣̻̮͉̼̰̪͈r̮̣̗̹͚̖̭̘͈͎̮͚̮̰̻̺̽͛͊̊͂̒͑̑ͣ͆͌̓́̏͜͡ͅy̭͚͔̪̣̳̅ͫ̔ͤ̿̍͗ͦ͌͒ͫ̄ͣ̀́͟:̵̢̖̤̟͔̬̥͉̇̆̂ͦ̄͆ͧ̃̋͊ͦ́ ̡͖̦̰͔͖̝̹̗̣̺̯ͬ͑͌͒͌̂̍̾ͥ̂̐̃͟T̸̡̛̙̭͉͖̋̾ͬ͐̑̎̐͛ͦ́͢͠ḩ̡̨̄̈̓͆̑ͯͦ͂͋̓͋̉͌̈́͞͏̬̣̬̱̝̹̜a̧̘̱͔̲̠̣̫̤̳̤͉̲̘̤ͯ̈͗̉͋ͥͣ͗͑͂̈̊͒ͬͭ͛ͫ̚͞͝͠͝n̷͖̜̞̪̞̘̤͇̂̿͆̇ͤ̇̄͌̋͑̇ͪͨ̾̏̊ͦ͂̚͡ķ̵̛̦̗̞͇̩̤̦̰͕̲̙͍̻̱̲̤̥̌̐̐̾͛͑ͨͤͫͫ̾̒̄̓̉͑̎́̓͞ ̶̵̱̱̭̗̦͍̩́̈́̽̂͂̀ͧ͜͠y̎̎͛̅ͫ͊̇̆ͬ͜͏̙̠̦͈͉̬̤̝͖̼̟̟̘o̵̦̭̳̺̣̗̖̞̥̣̤̪͙̱̭̼ͥ̀͊̍̏́̔̒ͦ̽͒ͨͧ͘͠͠ͅu̡̯̻͈͙̘̖̦̫̣̲͓͕͓̰̳̰̳͌ͣ̋ͬ̂̑̎́͂͑̇̐͡ ̸̸͔͇̪̪͔̤̳̖̼̥̙̊̐ͦ̆̾͒̑͂ͭ̿̓́̚͜I̡̻̦͇͙̼̳̼̳̰̪̬͗̒ͪ̒̈́̾ͬ͂ͧ͡ą̤͍̮̬͕̻̭̦̩̦͈̝̗͛ͮͬ̏̎̈̇ͤ̐̑̀̀̚n͚̟͚̯̤̦̤̦͇̠̋ͧ̃ͪͤͦ̇ͤ̎ͭ́͘͢͟ͅͅ

Memory: Hello, World

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