#sponnie

[cruilty-ink]

i got nothing I wanted to get done today-

BUT HAVE SPIDER DONNIE DOODLES

[xinthislonelyhourx]

Trying not to cry around my mom is so hard. I haven't been in this much pain in so long and I'm suffering so bad you all have no clue. It's more than one thing I'm suffering from and both take a toll on me.

[maryland-officially]

the brain scan machine is rlly cool looking. haha spinny sponny

[psychic-refugee]

Wenvier Bingo - Witch/Wizard Boarding School

The Nevermore Academy of Wixen was the premier boarding school for the magical elite.

There were four Halls the students were split into once they arrived.

The Serpents were venerated as scholars, for the serpent bestowed the greatest gift to mankind: knowledge.

The Wolves were fierce and loyal, they depended upon each other and protected the pact above all else. They were regarded as protectors.

The Spiders were industrious and creative. They held Arachne as a Patron Saint, for she was bold enough to place herself amongst the gods and taught weaving amongst other crafts. They were regarded as creators and innovators of spells and potions.

The Ravens were mysterious and aloof, they held themselves just as clever as the Serpents, but their motives only known to themselves. They were regarded as the philosophers for they were the keepers of memories and thought.

There were no interviews, applications, or even a tuition. The only way to gain entrance was to be invited. It was said the School chose its students, and only selected those who would go on to do great things.

The Thorpes and Addamses had a long legacy of attending Nevermore. There had yet to be a generation skipped since its inception in 1791.

There was a bit of a rivalry between the two families, Wednesday and Xavier were no different. They held respect for a peer and equal, but otherwise were more than happy to stab each other in the front in order to get ahead academically.

There was a bit of a mishap at Xavier’s godmother’s funeral, so he had not seen Wednesday since they were ten.

When they had gotten onto the train from the New York Union Station, they had come across each other and were a bit awestruck at how different they looked since they had both gone through puberty.

Wednesday had recalled a bit of a squat and chunky boy, it irked her that puberty had been so kind and generous to her rival.

He was tall, lost all of his baby fat, had searing green eyes, and a jaw that could cut diamonds.

Xavier was an artist at heart, and he had never seen such beauty before Wednesday Addams. He had forgotten his game plan to be curt and on guard, he knew how clever and treacherous Addamses could be.

Instead, he couldn’t stop starting and yearned to take out his charcoals and sketch her.

The train abruptly moved and broke their spell. They each took their seats, all the while they kept an eye on the other. They convinced themselves that it was to scope out the competition, but in reality, their eyes were drawn to each other and were desperate to gaze upon their loveliness.

Wednesday’s horrid attempt at being subtle and not stare at Xavier was interrupted by the arrival of a perky blonde who would not stop talking.

Enid Sinclair burst with pride and excitement when she got her invitation to the Nevermore Academy.

“I’m the first one in my family to ever be invited. Otherwise, we’re home-schooled or go to one of the public wixen schools,” she babbled on, not getting the hint that Wednesday was not interested, although the raven-haired girl did appreciate the distraction from Xavier.

“I heard there’s a test of some sort when we get there, to be sorted into the different Halls. I hope it’s not written; I always get so nervous…”

Enid blathered on, but Wednesday was just as in the dark about the test as the rest. It was tradition for the First Years to not be told, and her parents had irritatingly been adamant that she remain ignorant.

Meanwhile, Xavier got to know Ajax Petropolus. The boy was chill, and Xavier could smell a hint of pot. He wondered how Ajax scored an invitation, as it was clear from his casual toque and overall demeanor that he was not the typical elite wixen.

“Oh yeah, no one else is in my family is magical,” Ajax confessed, “I didn’t even know I was magical until we got the invitation and Weems delivered it personally.”

“Oh wow,” Xavier was surprised, “You’re a Sponnie…Spontaneous First Generation Wixen,” he explained when Ajax was confused, “It’s really rare.”

“Yeah, like one in a million or something. But I didn’t have anything better to do, so I thought, why not learn magic? Sounds dope…I hope we get to fly…”

While flying was one of the greatest joys to most wixen, Xavier hoped for Ajax’s sake that the other boy quit smoking pot. Flying on a broom and being high was not a good mixture.

It also baffled Xavier when Ajax implied he almost turned down Nevermore, it was unheard of.

The train got to Jericho, the town right outside of Nevermore, around midday. Instead of being escorted straight to the school, they were all gathered in the parking lot and Headmistress Weems greeted them.

She welcomed them to Nevermore and as tradition, the First Years had to make their way to the school, and there were no rules on how to get there.

That was all she said.

What she didn’t say was that it was a race, or that there was some sort of prize or adulation would be given to whomever got there first.

Weems did not say that, but that is what the majority of them heard anyway.

Many went into town and found that the locals were not accommodating. Many had grown up sheltered and did not know how to navigate the non-magical, “Normie,” world.

Xavier had the wealth and enough experience with Normies to know how to order an Uber.

Wednesday chose to sabotage that Uber by throwing a knife at its wheels and then hot-wired an old car she found.

Xavier in turn slashed the tires of the stolen car and tried to ride a bike.

Wednesday and Xavier were stuck in a cycle of one upping and sabotaging the other.

Enid chose to bypass asking for help, certain that she could find her way on her own through the woods. As the first in her family to go to Nevermore, she felt she had more to prove than anyone. The road was more than likely winding and could see the school high on the hill. She was certain the woods was a shortcut.

Perhaps it technically was the shorter route, but it was a magical woods filled with magical creatures that slowed her down.

Weems heard Enid’s scream all the way in her office when the Rats of Unusual Size descended upon her.

Ajax simply started to walk up the road, enjoying the crisp New England autumn air. The Normies paid him no mind, and the road avoided the dangerous magical creatures that lived in the woods. He gave no attention to the time, not when the leaves were turning and beautiful.

Enid, Wednesday, and Xavier all made it through the gates, a little worse for fear.

Wednesday and Xavier had matching soot smudge faces and some of their uniform was singed.

They may or may not have resorted to setting each other on fire, determined to beat the other to school.

Enid was covered in mud, had twigs in her hair, and a few scratches.

All had wide eyes and were determined to be the first.

Weems could only look at them with exasperation as they limped through the gate, still trying to be the first one. She further sighed when they demanded to know who was first.

“That would be Ajax,” and she pointed to where he was enjoying the welcoming buffet that was set up in the courtyard.

“What?!” “How?” “Seriously?”

They all screamed at once.

“He walked up the road,” Weems tried to be patient. “Sometimes, the simplest solution is the correct one. It also helps that he doesn’t have a silly family rivalry that does more harm than help,” she didn’t have much hope that the Addams and Thorpe scions would listen, but her hope sprang eternal. “He also wasn’t afraid to ask for directions,” she said pointedly to Enid.

“So, what Hall are we in?” Wednesday asked, she figured getting to the school was part of the test.

“Interestingly, none of you quite fit in any Hall. Your petty, stubborn, and complete disregard of your own safety or the safety of others will have you in your own Hall.”

“Own Hall?” Xavier had never heard of such a thing. There had always only ever been four Halls, he had hoped to be a Serpent like his father.

He side eyed Wednesday who had a similar hope, as Addamses were usually either a Spider or a Raven.

Enid felt dreadful as she thought it meant she didn’t belong anywhere.

“Yes, it’s rare, but it does happen. Ajax will be joining you.”

“Why? He got here just fine and was first,” Wednesday pointed out.

“He did, but there’s no prize in getting here first. That was your own prideful presumption. Despite your ill-conceived notions and Ajax’s simple yet effective and efficient method, all of you exemplified each Hall. You each showcased the best and worst of yourselves. I think you all could do great things…you just have to get out of your own way.”

So, the four entered Nevermore as the top students as they were the only ones to actually make it to the school on their own.

They had their own hall, with Xavier and Ajax as roommates and Enid and Wednesday rooming together.

They took Weem’s advice to heart and were determined to be the best they could be.

Except Ajax, he was just enjoying the vibes and to Xavier and Wednesday’s chagrin, he excelled at magic with seemingly not even having to try. It was quite galling for the both of them, which they bonded over as they studied.

It was hard for them to hate him, however, as he was too nice and paid their competitiveness no mind. They each had too much pride to keep an asymmetrical competition going.

Xavier and Wednesday found that they could not let go of competing for the #2 spot at Nevermore.

They did find, however, that they could push each other to greatness and heavily make out in the library. They were efficient that way.

A perk of having their own Hall, was that they could easily sneak into each other’s room. It felt like destiny when Ajax and Enid started to date as well.

The four grew close as they were the top students and found that with helping each other, they could do great things.

They were neither Serpent, Raven, Spider, nor Wolf.

They were Outcasts.

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[er1c-c4rtman]

presenting my cursed masterpiece...

SOUTHTOONS UNITE

Starring:

Timmric Tarnman

Stanny Mashom

Sponny Squarcormick

And

Jyle Nutrovoski

[reficu1]

Can I plz hsvr a genshin Match???

NAME - My name is felix

SEXUALITY/GENDER PREF. - I am attracted to men and I'm asexual:3

GENDER - Bigender (male and female)

LIKES - I love video games,milk,Sanrio and pastel things I also live off of coffee and am obsessed with dogs. I also LOVE digital art and I'm pretty good at it. I also love those sponny office chairs

DISLIKES - I hate sports,artificial cherry,peas and platformer video games.

HOBBIES - playing video games (especially sandbox and visual novel type video games),digital art, writing fanfiction,watching anime,reading fanfiction,role-playing, and baking.

PERSONALITY - I have like two personaties I switch between a crazy over-the-top energetic,chaotic,weird,goofy personality and a lazy unresponsive tired personality

INSECURITIES - My height (I'm 4"8 and I'm a mid teenager) also definitely my childishnes and bad memory

Hello, according to your description, I chose these characters, because your relationship would be comfortable.

Diluc. Diluc as a guardian-benefactor, without whose care and guidance you will be lost, and you as an object of guardianship, whose value is recognized in this way. Diluc, as it were, constantly monitors your behavior, paying attention to your weak spot. It seems that he constantly wants to find out what and how you are doing. Ragnvindr can freely express his thoughts, even if they are not very good. He would underestimate you, because of which he would be your support.

Thoma. This option is controversial because of one fact. How do you give your “love/time/attention”? If you take more than you give, then these relationships can become asymmetric, i.e. unequal. Thoma in the presence of you involuntarily begins to curry favor with you, to please you for some incomprehensible reasons. It starts small, and then it gets bigger and bigger until Thoma starts holding himself back. Moreover, from the outside it is perceived as if Thoma somehow justifies himself to you. But if you are equal in giving back in a relationship, then it would be a healthy relationship.

I was still thinking about Heizou and Xingqiu, but with a detective it wouldn't be long, since you would get tired pretty quickly. And the relationship with Xingqiu is like a mirror, does it sound great? But the mirror is crooked, so there would be small conflicts or big ones.

[qsmptwitchupdates]

Tubbo is live in the category Just Chatting!

[kikisqueaks]

[i-am-hiding-in-a-turret]

Hi! I’m working on an article about the long term impacts of ableismon the corna crisis and the effects this will particularly have on disabled pepole. I’d very much appricate any thoughts or experiences of disabled pepole, especially in the UK or pepole under 30, about how ablesim has impacted them, corna-specific cases of predjudice or ways in which the disabled and chronicly ill communities will be affected by this pandemic.

All responses if included will be anonymous and I’ll provide a copy of the article before and after publication for anyone who would want one. I am myself disabled having ME, a undiagonised chronic pain condition and hearing issues. Anyone interested can DM me questions or information and I can provide my email address, discord or other methods of communication upon request

Thank you very much

[a-new-nobody]

yeh i feel thay not gladdes but lie other shit

sorry if my weiting is hatd to read my heads feeling sponny

PT: yeah i feel that not glasses but like other shit

sorry if my writing is hard to read my heads feeling spiny

good to see you online sunny im sorry for messing with your vest i hope i didnt fuck you up at all

i hope somehow it fucked with the mind control but it doesnt mater why your awake as long as you are

-💠

what? what are you talking about? did something happen with the vest? I feel fine. well as fine as I can be

what did you even do?

[cruilty-ink]

the boy~

:3

[chronicallyc]

Fighting with knives when you’re all out of spoons

When you’re chronically ill you spend a lot of time and effort trying to be positive. You do your best to take your meds. You try to keep up with self care as much as you can. Plus you usually have additional responsibilities such as caring for your pets. When your indepence has been lessened or even stripped entirely your reliance on others increases. Given your fatigue, mental exhaustion, pain and symptoms it’s easy to get frustrated. It’s easy to lash out at the people closest to you. It’s easy to be easily annoyed or frustrated. Sometimes you try so hard not to be bothered by the constant pain that you have no patience for what you deem to be stupid questions or maybe even talking. Essentially you start using knives because you have no more spoons. This is understandable, this is okay. But it’s hard for non spooners to understand. I encourage you to speak to your caregivers and loved ones at a time when you’re feeling okay enough to. They just don’t understand our perspective so try to shed some light on the situtuation. It may just help all parties involved.

[shaolin-conductor]

I can't literally stop crying. I just found out that this doctor from the University of Connecticut is working on a cure for my rare chronic disease and phase 1 showed positive results. For the first time in my life I'm hopeful.

[staystrongspoonie]

I got that pain, like my normal joint pain or the pain in my hips which isn't that aggressive and I'm pretty good in ignoring it, until at one point I start crying out of nothing, and sometimes it isn't until this breakdowns that I truly realise in how much pain I am.

I don't know, just my strange and probably unhealth way dealing with my pain...

[chronicallyillz]

Honesty hour.

My normal pain levels and fatigue have increased recently but I'm not at the point yet where I'm used to it and I know that once I get used to it I'll be better but fucking hell that can't come soon enough.

[patheticreally]

Ok let's be real here,

People reallllyy missed the opportunity to call potsies potheads. Like? Come on guys. We were given the opportunity but went into brain fog before telling anyone