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lilmcttens · 2 days
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@em-ira & @ed-r1c
(typing away! (tac-tac-tac!)
WITCHCHICK128
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I did not say to lie did I? I said just use Sister.
Edric you're not off the Hook that says You're doing the same thing as Em.
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Willow's Penstagram! Accurate &Flare Version
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mxadrian779 · 1 month
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Raine's Penstagram is just photos of instruments LMAO What an adorable dork.
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The other two in this scene, for good measure:
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trashsupportmain · 11 months
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When you have to bribe your kid to be fashionable
Bonus:
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Pretending Not to See Your Ghost
AO3
Chapters: 1, 2
Summary: Darius has begun to notice a  few...𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 between Hunter and his old mentor. From  appearance, to speech, to the smallest of characteristics, he always  swears he'll blink, and his mentor will be standing right where Hunter  once was, as though nothing had ever changed.
But he's sure it's only a coincidence.
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Penstagram, unfortunately, had become more of an eyesore than it used to be.
The Emperor clearly had no understanding of technology, and it became evident to many Coven members that places like Penstagram were practically free-range to do pretty much whatever they wanted. Of course, plenty still used it to find the locations of wild witches, but for quick communications or revealing faces, barely anyone batted an eye. There would be no punishments for it.
Darius tried to use Penstagram for normal things. Occasional pictures, deleting DMs he very much did not want to see, passively aggressively shit-talking his coworkers, and shooting a few quick, non-incriminating messages between himself, Eberwolf, and Raine when needed be.
And then there was Hunter’s account.
He’d only followed it to keep an eye on him. He knew the intricacies of what was and wasn’t allowed on Penstagram, but Hunter might not have. He found it ludicrous to suggest the kid would blurt Coven secrets on his account, but he was still paranoid. The boy thought sunlight was optional on functional growth, he didn’t know what else he’d assumed about life.
Much to his increasing migraine, most of Hunter’s posts were about Flapjack. His profile picture was of his own face, covering only one of his scars, in his Golden Guard attire.
Darius had nearly gotten a heart attack before he saw just how many people assumed Hunter was a fake account. Or some otherwise young child dressing up to pretend as the Golden Guard. He suspected the fact that most of Hunter’s posts were blurry disasters (that, to his credit, did exclude anything else that could be directly linked back to him or the Coven) did quite a bit to aid in this doubt.
No one would find his account on accident, it was far too obscure, and never tagged properly. Darius still monitored it, of course, but he was a little more at ease, figuring they were all in the clear. Even if he wanted to take the boy by the shoulders and plead him to be at least semi-functional with technology.
Then, as though Hunter had sensed Darius staring in dismay at his most recent failure of a post, the boy himself poked his head in through his office door.
“Uh, Darius?” Hunter asked, unsure, and Darius jerked his head up. 
He tried not to feel that old ping of nervousness when Hunter was slipping off his mask before he was fully in the office. Everyone knew Hunter’s face in the Coven, this was a normal, good thing. This was not something he had to be wary about others seeing.
“Don’t you have work to be doing?” Darius raised a brow, though he did set his scroll down. 
“Uh, well, y-yes, I was just doing that!” Hunter said quickly, and when Darius glanced down, he saw him holding his scroll up to his chest, walking over to his desk. “But then I started getting some messages, and I just wanted to…I wanted to see if these would be of interest?”
Darius, brow still raised, held out his hand. Hunter willingly handed it over without a second thought, Titan below this kid really needed to learn how to be a teenager, and Darius took a look at whatever he was talking about.
It was a DM, with what looked like a conversation between two hex-bots. Darius raised a brow, scrolling up—nope, that was Hunter’s texting. Good grief, it was atrocious.
The other one was a bot, at least. A very obvious one, in fact.
LIke.fabriCS? to muhc woRk ? CLICK HERE!
Hunter seemed to have been trying to respond to the bot, interrogating it about details. To which it fell apart into incoherent, insane texts.
“Hunter, this is a scam.” He deadpanned, though he supposed he could only be so exasperated. The kid had no phone, of course he didn’t know about people trying to hex scrolls.
“Gus said that, too.” Hunter frowned, ears pressing back. “He told me not to click a link?” He added, frowning, face scrunched up. 
“The underlined words. Of which he is correct.” Darius said, deciding not to ask who that was as he handed the phone back. “You’d get hexed.”
“Are you sure?” Hunter sounded truly disappointed, looking down at his scroll screen. “I thought more fabrics would be nice, ‘cause you have your own…”
“I have money to get more, just borrow mine.” Darius sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead. He tried not to feel too twisted up when Hunter looked at him with pure shock. “In the future, just don’t talk to any messages you get that aren’t from your friends.”
“But how could I get hexed through some…underlined words?” Hunter squinted at his scroll, holding his phone up to his face.
“It’s a link, Hunter.”
“Like a chain?”
“Titan’s sake,” Darius groaned, dropping his face into his hand, “it’s like teaching an old man.”
“I’m not old!”
(“You’re such an old man.” Darius snickered, looking from the crystal ball to the face smooshed up against it.
“Hey!” Jasper barked, finally tearing away from it to send a pouting glare, of which Darius could only barely restrain a laugh. “I’m not old! I’m practically your age!”
“Oh, so now you’re my age?” Darius scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning back, smug. “Is that why you hate being called ‘sir?’”
“I’m as spry as a fox-spitter, I’ll have you know.” Jasper huffed, placing a proud hand to his chest. “These crystal thingies are just needlessly complicated.”
“It’s only kind-of new tech.”
“It’s confusing, is what it is. I’m convinced you’re just messing with me.”)
“Figure of speech,” Darius waved it off, sure his mouth was pulling at an uncomfortable angle, “just be more careful in the future. Titan’s sake, you don’t need to fret about getting your own things.” He rolled his eyes. “I have more than enough to share. I already gave you a scroll.”
“Well…yeah.” Hunter hunched his shoulders a tad, looking from his scroll to Darius. “I-I just…you already got me the scroll, so…you’ve gotten me enough.”
“I’ll say when I’ve gotten you enough. This is not even close to the limit.” Darius said, firmly, if only because it made him feel…odd. This didn’t sound the least bit like a spoiled brat. “Now, scurry back to that important work you were having with your friends on Penstagram.”
“Acquaintances.” Hunter reminded, more of a grumble, than anything, neatly tucking his scroll underneath his cloak and into a pocket.
“No, they’re not. Run along.” Darius waved his hand, going back to pretending he was working on his own papers. “I’m sure teenagers like you have much to talk about.”
“I’m…working on that.” Hunter hummed, frowned so thoughtfully like he was solving some secret that it had Darius snorting, watching him turn away and pull his mask back down again.
Hunter’s fingers lingered, he noticed, over the nose. The tips scraping down slightly, pausing as though thinking something over. It was so painfully familiar he half expected to see a tangle of uncombed, wild hair when Hunter turned back to him.
But it was only his normal, somewhat-combed hair. Of course it was.
“Um, thank you.” Hunter mumbled, nodding jerkily. “For-for the assistance.”
“Happy to help.” Darius said, and if anyone said he sounded softer, they were a liar. “You can continue checking-in sometime in the future.”
It sort of slipped out. Not that he didn’t mean it, but he hadn’t really thought about saying it. The words were simply out there before he could think much. Though, he couldn’t really find himself regretting it when Hunter perked up, just the tiniest bit more interested.
Perhaps that should’ve been harder to tell, with his movements so subtle and face covered. But Darius liked to think himself an expert in such mannerisms.
“Thank you.” Hunter repeated, sounding suspiciously genuine, bringing his hood up. His small strand of hair still hung free, uncovered as he pulled open Darius’s door.
It looked a lot like Jasper’s, he noticed. There was always that one strand of hair poking free, refusing to obey the chaos of the rest of his mane. Hanging right in front of his face, bothering him to hell and back.
Then, Hunter was out the door, and Darius was alone in his office.
He shook off the weight on his chest, though it lingered like fog, and reshuffled his papers.
Perhaps he should do some real work.
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miraculouspaon · 2 years
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Thank god Hunter got that Penstagram account, can you imagine finding out your uncle is an evil despot and you’re just the latest in a long line of golems he created and subsequently murdered, and you can’t even vague post about it?
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Eber, after getting into one of Terra’s cabinets not realizing there was more than alcohol in there and that some of those liquids shouldn’t mix, knocked some bottles over igniting the liquids, and caught on fire. Terra came in, put him out, gave him some rose-whisky for his nerves and he promptly fell asleep on her. 
Now being used as a pillow by a warm and fluffy Eberwolf, she fell asleep too. He woke up and thought her face half buried in her armpit was hilarious.
So he snapped a picture and shared it. Because that how Eber do!
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vickysaurus · 3 months
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l10l0v3 · 2 years
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I feel like giving Hunter a Penstagram account and NO knowledge of the internet was a terrible idea.
Imagine this, he follows the other members of the emerald entrails, he sees how they just, post pictures with funny captions, and he's like "I can do that too"
So he posts a picture. Maybe it's of him learning to sew, maybe it's a picture of Flapjack, I don't know. Whatever it is, fans look at context clues and are like "holy titan, this is the real golden guard."
So his account blows up overnight, because he kinda doesn't understand that he's FAMOUS. He makes random shit posts and accidentally leaks government secrets to his hoard of fangirls, and there are just random theories as to what it could mean.
"Why does he have a palisman but use another staff?"
"Why does he have a friendlyish relationship with the human and her friends despite the fact that she goes against everything the emperor stands for?"
All this is going down but Belos doesn't know. Belos doesn't care. He's too busy looking at minion memes on Fatesbook.
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131-vr · 2 years
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No asusté mijo.
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arjengelly · 2 years
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Luz any time Hunter upsets her: I’m… telling… WILLOW!!! 📱
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Luz's Penstagram! Accurate Version & Flare Version
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anju-nakahara · 1 year
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Happy Divorce
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Never trust witches, you become their friend and then they dress you as a rabbit to celebrate a divorce party and upload the result to penstagram...
Amigos en una party, amigos son amigos por siempre y para siempre…(8)
No he podido evitar realizar este dibujo, con un grupo fascinante de brujos que no perderian la oportunidad de celebrar una fiesta despues de todo el desastre ¿no? muchos Agradecimientos y créditos por la base a @KureNaiZ1 twitter.com/KureNaiZ1 😚
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atomic-bomn · 2 years
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You think everyone migrated to Penstagram after it was found out that Belos spied on them in Spellbook
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hex-wittebane · 1 year
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Penstagram Handles
Canon handles:
Alador Blight: Alabomdor_1 Amity Blight: WITCHCHICK128 Eberwolf: RAISEDBYDIREWOLVES Edalyn Clawthorne: (1) BADGIRLCOVEN (2) THEOWLLADY Eileen: eyeleeen Emira Blight: EM_IRA Eye-eating Prisoner: 4EYEDPRIDE Hunter: RULERZREACHF4N Lilith Clawthorne: Chilly.lily Raine Whispers: rainey.day Tinella Nosa: TIN3NOZ Unnamed Spike-headed Student: friendly_neighborhood_pointyhead Willow Park: Hello_willow
Confirmed users, non-canon handles:
Amelia Boscha Cat Darius: (1) Goo_daddy (2) stylebydarius Gus: mister_illusionist Skara: bard.skara Tarak: number1billfan
Unconfirmed users, non-canon handles:
Barcus The Collector: of.the.stars Edric Blight: (1) blight_brother (2) TEAMROCKET (3) wild_witch_apprentice Hooty: HOOTSAGRAM Jerbo Katya King Clawthorne: KING.OF.DEMONS Luz Noceda: THEGOODWITCHLUZ Matt Tholomule Steve Tholomule: Steve Vee Noceda: basiliskVibes Viney: viney_and_puddles
OC: Hayden Wittebane handles:
(Main Story) Hayden Wittebane: hex_memes (Dadleb AU) Caleb Wittebane: calebw_official (Dadleb AU) Hayden AND Caleb: hex_n_cal_memes (Wittesiblings AU) Hayden Clawthorne: hex_but_evil (Wittesiblings AU) Caleb Clawthorne: cal_the_pal (Wittesiblings AU) Philip Clawthorne: philip_clawthorne (Wittesiblings AU) Cain: (1) golden_guard (2) thesecrettriplet
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noodleyp · 10 months
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If we have MewTube and Penstagram, where are all the other social medias, must be some demon realm equivalent of them all, meaning there might be demon realm Tumblr, which means the Boiling Isles may have had a DashCon. Far too many snails short though.
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