#swap un hex

[friday-night-unknown]

i swear i have never clicked a tumblr notif faster when it said u we’re back posting WHEUD

- rifle

Have a random doodle i just did

#fnf #fnf au #friday night funkin #fnu #friday night funkin au #ask #anonymous #whitty #swap un hex #swap un whitty

[galaxii-star]

Underneath the Suit (SWAP UN AU)

Note : Event that occurred in this story is clearly fictional. Do not imitate the following behavior. And a warning that this contains a terribly horny child. It is not nsfw, rest assured-

AU belongs to @azeriaa

Whitty had left to go somewhere else. The house was finally all to herself. The demon child quietly slipped away from the tall trees she had been hiding in while watching the bomb closely. A window was opened, leaving an entrance for her to sneak into the house. She grinned to herself happily once entering, baring her razor teeth. Star clasped her hands together, pointed tail swaying side to side with secretive intention. She could do whatever she wanted in this house. In Whitty’s house. This is a just dream come true! Too good to be true!

But the thing is she isn’t all familiar with the house setup. She barely had the chance to explore while Whitty was around, and utterly embarrassed to show her curiosity openly. Now that no one is around, she did not have to worry about it. She just wanted to dig through Whitty’s clothes, and his room could be anywhere. It was a huge mansion, after all. He lived the luxury life! Forgot to mention, he also got a robot assistance. She truly envied him. She got literal gold all over her but yet she has no butler to tend to her needs.

Her heels clicked on the marble floor in a melodious tune as she skipped cheerfully across the vast hall. Under the glittering chandelier, she almost felt like a queen. As much as she loved to indulge in this lavish feeling, she still remembered where she was supposed to be heading to. Star hummed as she made her way up the stairs, hand feeling the smooth golden railing. Once at the top, she could see the picture windows majestically presenting the beautiful garden. The plants had been well-tended, blooming so colorfully. She wished she had a mansion like this. Brushing her thoughts aside quickly, she went through the doors which were sadly not to Whitty’s room. She grunted with a hint of annoyance. Her tail began to sway in an anxious motion as she feared that the bomb would return soon and ruin her chance to get her greedy hands on his clothes. Or worse, caught her sniffing them. Oh, how foolish would she look! She wouldn’t want to look like a drooling dog, especially in front of her source of obsession. That thought made her shudder. His room could possibly be in the third floor, she thought. There was a spiral staircase leading to the third floor near the picture windows. Star went up there swiftly. There was the terrace and a couple more doors. The demon girl grumbled irritatedly as she had yet found more doors which didn’t contain Whitty’s room. What uses are of having multiple rooms when there is only one man and one butler living in this lonely mansion? She guessed this is just the way of living for the rich. She whispered the unlocking charm (‘Alohomora’) as she have done to the rest of the doors. The fifth door unlocked in response. The demon girl twisted the knob and pushed the door open. What followed made her heart stop: how could she have forgotten about the robot assistance?

Hax was halfway changing, stripping off his dress shirt. The demon child couldn’t help but to gawk, jaws entirely slacked. Star didn’t expect anything more than just merely robotic parts. His body is a close imitation of an actual human body. He has the replica of human body muscles. Seams trailing all over his metal body and lining his metallic muscles seemed to glow idly underneath the light. What was his creator thinking when making a rough sketch of him? Eventually, shade of red was slowly crawling up her face. She realized she was getting hotter and hotter, sweat forming as if she was in the blistering-heat summer. Hax simply stared back at her with his featureless expression, while placing his clothes in the laundry basket.

“ What brings you here, Master?” he inquired in his usual formal tone.

His voice snapped her back to reality. Star flushed furiously, gritting her teeth as if it was his fault that she walked into him like this.

“WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!” she snapped.

Star immediately pulled the door close with a loud bang. She backed away and her back met the opposite door. The girl slowly sank onto the ground, shivering in not embarrassment. This new stirring feeling… It felt so luscious. She was almost in a haze, recalling what she saw in that room. She relished the thought, almost perversely. She wanted to go back into that room to have another look of that perfectly-sculpted body, but she resisted the urge. Hax was truly a peculiar man as others spoke of him. When the robot left the room, Star was already gone.

She may not have found Whitty’s room, but she sure made a delicious discovery.

***

Hax noticed that Star had been staring at him.

“What are you staring at, Master?”

“I WASN’T LOOKING AT YOUR BODY, FUCKHEAD.”

#friday night funkin #friday night unknown #fnf au #fnu #fnf #fnf hex #fnf oc #swap un hex #fanfiction

[digital-magus]

I dearly dearly love this clip. It comes from an episode of one of those wife-swapping reality tv shows where a super christian family and (iirc) a pagan family (it might have been atheist, my memory is fuzzy) swapped wives, and by the end the ultra-mega-biblebasher wife was driven into a frenzy by all the un-christian-ness going on. 

Now this alone would be amusing enough, but the thing that has it cemented in my mind is that her diatribe sounds more like a pagan invocation or hex or what-have-you than some I’ve heard actually preformed in ritual.

I’d love to hear some other folks’ thoughts on just what that might mean.

#pagan #paganism #wicca #pagan wicca #pagan witch #witches

[braindamageforbeginners]

The Morning After/Diet

Cycle 9, Day 16

POST-FINAL INFUSION, CYCLE 9

Thankfully, a quasi-legal medical substance allows me to get through the night, and wake up feeling mostly-okay on post-infusion days. I’m still exhausted and fatigued, but caffeine does help with that, too. I guess the DARE program’s message should have been that recreational drug use was bad, but as an entire lifestyle, it might be neccessary (I say that knowing they’ll eventually have to stop chemo, because, again, these are dangerous, expensive drugs that will burn out one’s innards. Good news, the outtards are doing pretty well at the moment, which plays well to my plan to ask for more napalm doses until those wretched new cells on the block give up. There are a few people who know me personally who know there’s a non-minor chance I’m just too stubborn to die. Of course, it’s easy to say that now, after a clean scan (that occurred two weeks ago). And it feels good to say that,even for what’s usually the worst infusion in the series was easily treated by some aspirin, and my new bionic joints (although I still seem to get a nasty wonky leg after infusions). The bad news is that, even with my bionic joints, a simple high-speed walk around the neighborhood left me wobbly. So much for prosthetic devices (although it’s worth noting that gait issues are very common symptoms of  progressing brain cancer; which pretty much also means they’re a side-effect of chemo)..

Also, even though I’m still not looking at 401K options, I am getting a little better at reading between the lines about cancer statistics, and figuring that our society is completely riddled with bad health practices that will automatically make every health issue worse, including brain cancer (Dad recommended looking into going back to grad school for biomedical informatics, since that’s now one of my hobbies). Case in point, the average American turbo-loading on unhealthy diets. This wouldn’t normally be worth commentary, but when you spend most of your waking hours obsessing over your own health, you can get tunnel-vision and forget most of us aren’t leading terribly healthy lives, anyway; as I kind of realized yesterday taking my grandmother shopping. There’s endless fats, sugars, and all kinds of insanely unhealthy junk (so says the man on a potentially-fatal course of drugs). Before we continue, I’ve been asked if I’m on a ketogenic diet. No, I am not. I am on the Jack Lalanne diet (that was intended to be a joke, until I did a little research and found out that I am). I’d normally not go over that, except this is intended for the next set of folks in line, and ketogenic diet is en vogue with cancer patients. To dip into my biochem background, the ketogenic diet basically swaps sugars for fats, and it is a fad diet. Even though there’s more research being done on it as an interventional therapy (that’s “we’re doing something medically to treat an illness”), I only saw one study for GBM, and it only increased life expectancy two months, AND, to be effective, he patients had to be kept in a state of near-ketogenic shock and in the hospital constantly. We’ll call that “Plan B.”

In the meantime, because chemo and/or zofran tend to stop you up; I thought it’d be easier to just eat loads of fruits of and vegetables to keep everything sluicing through me (that’s not true, I’m just terrified of laxtives; you can peruse the archives for that particular incident). I think I’m up to seven or eight a day, because it’s easier to maintain healthy habits than start and stop them (Jack had at least 10 raw vegetable/fruit servings a day). People often talk/ask about changes in taste because of chemo. I usually shrug because my own tastes are largely unaltered; however, upon reflection, pineapples got amazing in the last year or so. Add onto that at least 15-20 grams of protein before starting dinner or snacking, and, my rule is, you can eat as much as you want of whatever you want. I don’t think you’ll want much, though. If you’ve never heard of Jack, it’s a shame, because he pretty much invented modern fitness.movement. He’s credited with starting the first public gyms in America that featured things like barbells (he’s not so much “Old School” as much the guy who pours the cement foundations). And he lived to be 96, so, clearly, the man was doing something right. His dietary rule was - and this is a direct quote - “If it tastes good, spit it out,” So far, it’s worked fantastically for me (and that’s a pretty easy diet rule to remember), in the sense that I’m still alive and mostly-intact, and haven’t lost much weight (but my belt size has dropped by two inches)(to be honest, I have cheat days, and I do have the odd beer or Manhattan). That sounds all pretty narcissistic, but here’s the pay-off if you’re ever in the hot seat. If you are diagnosed with a terminal illness (another thing that skews GBM stats; if I get side-swiped tomorrow and die in a freak accident; that’ll get calculated into life expectancy stats, even if the cause of death is clearly a drunk semi driver), get into a level crazy health and/or physical activity. Cancer survivors have a severely reduced life expectancy, because of  all the side-effects and long-term damage associated with treatment. That’s not just brain cancer, it’s all of them.

And there are many, many cancers that were previously considered “acute” and have been reclassified as “chronic.”  My plan here is stolen from Ben Williams - stay healthy and alive long enough and well enough that the Warlocks will keep hexing me until I die, or the cancer (which is me, remember) does. I realize that seems grim and unpleasant as a philosophy, but that is the definition of a terminal situation. Someone will die. I’m damned if that someone is going to be me.

Because that’s not exactly an upbeat way of ending this post, I will point out that there are all sorts of nutritionists at the cancer center, who all have the secret to staying healthy during and after treatment, and, even though it’s a little mean, I do remember one of them mentioning, in a support group, something like, “It pains me to hear people say they want to eat healthy, but don’t enjoy the things that are healthy for them.” Which is an interesting statement to make to a bunch of people in chemo, because it’s not like anyone enjoys or feels great on a non-stop diet of mustard gas. I am now so deep in the Abyss that “unenjoyable” is almost a vacation. Still, I’m ready to endure more punishment, because my sense of humor is still there, and able to appreciate the delicious irony of an authority figure talking about the concept of “fun meals” with people who are now far beyond conventional fun. That seems horrible unless you consider the possibilities of unconvenional fun. Or getting funny, which was my coping method.

Also, because I’m getting restless with just the basic stress of undergoing chemo, micro-managing my health and keeping current with all my drugs, writing the tale/blog, and/or my ongoing attempt at a novel, I figured I’d start The Terminal Artists list. This will be an ongoing project, both as a form of therapy for myself, and because everyone who suddenly comes face to face with a life-altering and/or limiting illness could use it, and because it was a theme at the cancer writing group on Monday. So, the rules: 1. This is a list of people whose greatest - or best-known works (in a few lonely cases, the only books or poems some ever wrote were started when they began dying) were done in the final year of their life. I realize that “best” is highly subjective, and the idiom “best-known” would require a poll to establish. 2. Even though I use the word “artist,” I’ll happily use that as a catch-all for scientists, engineers, playwrights, dancers, athletes - anyone who produces/designs/discovers/creates anything that would positively impact those left behind is a contender. I just don’t want some estate attorney who cleverly scams their clients using loopholes in probate law; or a smuggler who figures a new way to smuggle and sell arms to UN embargo countries. Use your judgment, folks. 3. Ideally, you’d pair a specific person with their song/album/film/discover etc., but if it’s an extremely well-known (or prolific) artist/whatsit, I’ll bend the rules and do some research 4. people who are so prolific that they have works published after they die will be on the list, because the only thing cooler than giving the Reaper the finger and leaping on the keyboard (or easel, or guitar, or wet bench) is leaving such a vast, consistent body of work, it’s still considered awesome when you aren’t around to advocate for it

THE LIST SO FAR.... -Vincent van Gogh - “Starry Night” -Jimi Hendrix - “Angel” -Howard Ashman (Playwright/lyricist/) - “Beauty and the Beast” and “Aladdin” - Paul Kalanithi (surgeon/writer) - “When Breath Becomes Air” -Nina Riggs (writer) - “The Bright Hour” -Warren Zevon - “The Wind” -Freddie Mercury - “The Show Must Go On” -Johnny Cash -Michael Crichton (writer, minor demi-god to all sci-fi fans) - Pirate Latitudes -Samuel Clemens (writer) - Autobiography -Roy Orbison (minor private music teacher - “You Got It”

[obdiishop]

Clone VCDS HEX V2 Cable Frimware Update Failed Soultion

VCDS HEX V2 1:1 original plan intelligent Dual-k interface, multi-language, free updatable online lifetime. support long coding, DTCs clearing, fault code decoding, service reminder reset etc. VCDS Hex V2 cable supports VW/Audi passenger cars from 1996 to now.

With VCDS HEX V2 What Can We do?

1.Gain factory level access to all systems in cars from 1990 through the current model year 2.Scan for and clear DTCs with 19,000+ fault codes decoded into plain text 3.Alter settings through module coding accessible only by factory level tools 4.Perform various country-specific modifications to your car (remove seat belt chime, enable gauge test/needle sweep, enable lap timer, operate windows and sunroof with remote, and much more)View and log live data 5.Reset service reminder 6.Perform built in tests and calibrations normally reserved for factory level tools 7.Diagnose real failures instead of swapping parts!

How to Solve VCDS HEX V2 Cable Frimware Update Failed?

1) Unplug your interface from all sources of power. If it’s plugged into a computer, unplug the USB cable from the computer. If the other end is plugged into a car, pull the interface out of the car’s OBD-II port. Let it rest for a bit. While it rests.

2) Find a PC. No, not a Mac running Windows in a VM; we need a machine that runs Windows natively. Beg, borrow or steal one if necessary. Installing Windows on a Mac using Boot Camp will also work.

3) Make sure you have a current version of VCDS installed.

4) Make sure that the PC has internet access and that Windows Firewall isn’t blocking our software’s access to our server via TCP port 11,000. The current version of the VCDS Installer takes care of that for you if you don’t un-check the relevant option. Note: Some routers can also be overly aggressive about blocking outbound traffic. This is rare with “home” routers, but somewhat more common with those installed in corporate environments.

5) Plug your interface into a USB port on the computer.

6) Start VCIConfig manually. There should be a shortcut to it in your Windows Start menu:

Or you can start it directly in your VCDS folder:

VCIConfig should find the interface and show you its serial number. If it doesn’t, unplug the interface and try a different USB port (assuming the computer has more than one), then click [Refresh Interface List].

If you get a MessageBox indicating that VCIConfig can’t read the current versions like this:

… just dismiss that message; do not reboot the interface at this time.

7) Click on the Update tab and then click the [Check for Updates] button.

Done.

#VAG COM Cables #VAG COM Scanner #VCDS Interface #vcds software

[friday-night-unknown]

OH MY GOD I KNOW THE EXACT SCENE/REFERENCE FOR THAT IMAGE MY GOD- hdyyvghbdf

good

#ask #fnf #fnu #fnf au #friday night funkin #friday night unknown #friday night funkin au #swap un whitty #swap un hex #hax #haxagon #friday-night-funkin-but-funni #OOC: I FORGOT HOW TO DRAW HIS WINGS

[friday-night-unknown]

I hope you know I am adopting Hax immediately.

None of the SFNU characters are available for asks by the way. Won't be answering any SFNU.

#ask #swap un hex #hax #haxagon #swap un whitty #demon whitty #fnf #fnu #fnf au #friday night unknown #friday night funkin #friday night funkin au #Anonymous #whitty #whitmore #hex

[friday-night-unknown]

“ What brings you here, master? “

brain really says glowing abs i blame entirely on the anons edit: NO HE’S NOT BEING COMMAND TO DO THE SEXY SEXY THING NO DONT PANIC ANON it’s more of a ‘You accidentally walk into this.’

Oh yea I should totally write a fic for that

#artwork #haxagon #hex #fnf #fnu #fnf au #friday night funkin #friday night unknown #friday night funkin au #swap un hex #unknown #au

[friday-night-unknown]

The

The Hex population

#ask #fnf #fnu #fnf au #friday night unknown #friday night funkin #friday night funkin au #un hex #hex #hexagon #red hex #human hex #swap un hex #hax #haxagon #virus hex #Anonymous #hexagonbirthday2k21

[friday-night-unknown]

(EeOkiAndTy- omo)

“Hello, Demon Whitty and Angel Whitty! What do you two think about this?” Saro shows them the drawing-

Demon Whitty m!a: (16/35)

#ask #fnf #fnu #fnf au #friday night funkin au #friday night unknown #friday night funkin #swap un hex #hex #un whitty #swap un whitty #angel whitty #whitmore #demon whitty #whitty #m!a #carol #ask-saro #hexagon

[friday-night-unknown]

So If i remember correctly you made a Friday night funkin unknown Swap version of you your AU, so who are the swap pairs?

If I had to guess (which I could be totally wrong).. it's BF and Gf, Mommy mearest and Daddy Dearest, Whitty and Updike, Ruv and Sarv, Pico and Nene or Cassandra, Garcello and Annie(I know there is no Unknown version of Nene, Cassady or Annie but it makes sense), And if I remember correctly you made a drawing of Hex swapping with Senpai.

ACTUALLY, I only come up with Demon Whitty, Hax and Swarv, the rest is made up by the community itself. Plus, the swap AU isn't necessarily swapped with a counterpart, it all started with me wanting an opposite twist to the canon people personality heheh

I enjoy seeing others' interpretation on my characters :]

#fnf #fnf au #friday night funkin #friday night unknown #fnu #friday night funkin au #ask #anonymous #whitty #whitmore #swap un whitty #swap un hex #hax #haxagon #demon whitty

[friday-night-unknown]

Swap Hex might be a new tumblr sexy man.

One fear

" Please refrain from hyperfixating on something unimportant. "

He's not even the main character-

#ask #fnf au #fnf #friday night unknown #friday night funkin #fnu #friday night funkin au #anonymous #unknown #au #swap un hex #hex #hexagon #OOC: im on phone now #all asks will be answered on phone because pc will be used for ehh mods