#hex is done

[monako-jinn-stories]

Hex: wake me up-

Sans: before you go go!

Aid: when september ends…

Steele: WAKE ME UP IN SIDE!!

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 285

oh we got green/red/purple color-coded goth women?? waow

[chloesimaginationthings]

Stone ocean girls are ready for Halloween

[darklight-phantasm]

and they're goth and transition goals... this is the future the left wants

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic May 1 - prompt 1: Accidental Eavesdropping [word count 487]

“Come on, Remus,” Lily nudged him with her foot. “Tell me.”

Remus opened one eye, narrowing it under the bright spring sun barely shielded by the tree they had settled under, not too far from the banks of the lake.

“Why? You hate him.”

“I don’t,” Lily waved her wand in the air. “Do I think Black is as obnoxious as Potter? Yes. Do I wish them harm? Only occasionally. Do I judge your pining after Black? Of course no, it wouldn’t be nice of me. Besides, it’s not like you actively chose to have a crush on him.”

Remus chuckled and looked at the banks of the lake, where May lay sprawled in the sun and Marlene sat with her feet in the water, quite blatantly eying Dorcas Meadowes who had left her group of Slytherin friends behind and was now swimming in lazy strokes not too far from them.

No, he definitely hadn’t chosen to fall for Sirius Black. Of course, he didn’t agree with Lily’s opinion of him or James but that was because she had never gotten to experience the fierce loyalty the both of them were capable of. Lily didn’t know about his furry little problem, as Sirius called it, and the lengths to which the Marauders had gone to help him and stand by his side. Still, she was right about him not actively choosing to have a crush on Sirius fucking Black of all people. Who in their right mind would subject themselves to endless pining after the handsomest guy in their year, always popular, always the centre of attention, always with a cohort of girls following him around.

“I don’t have a crush on Sirius,” he sighed.

“Right,” Lily rolled her eyes. “And Dumbledore has notoriously cropped hair.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Remus forced himself to look into Lily’s green eyes. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Oh,” Lily stared back at him. “Oh, shit.”

She twirled her wand between her fingers and opened her mouth again in the same moment a loud crack came from above them. In the following second they managed to move away before a huge branch fell between them, along with a tangle of limbs and robes. Remus stared, recognising the human-shaped tangle on the grass.

“Pete said it would end up like this…” James’s voice groaned, half-muffled by Sirius’s stomach.

“Yeah, well, we never listen to him,” Sirius’s voice answered from the grass, a bit clearer.

“What the fuck, Potter?”

Lily had gotten to her feet and was glaring at them.

“Alright, Evans?” James managed to smile as he removed Sirius from his chest.

“You could’ve killed us! And you were eavesdropping on a private conversation!”

Remus felt his cheeks heat up as Sirius managed to sit up, the echo of his declaration of love still ringing in his ears.

“Come on, Evans…” James raised his hands in an appeasing motion.

“Fuck no!” Lily pointed her wand at him. “You’d better run.”

For once, James did as he was told and scrambled to his feet, ending up running along the bank with Lily on his heels.

“You arsehole!”

“It was innocent, Evans, I swear!”

“Bullshit!”

Remus grimaced at the thought of what ugly spell-induced boils he would have to remove from James’s face later on and turned away from the scene, coming face to face with a grinning Sirius, still sprawled on the ground in that annoyingly elegant way of his even if he had literally just fell out of a tree.

“So…” Sirius cocked his head. “How about Hogsmeade next weekend, just the two of us?”

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“You mean like… a date?” he managed to whisper.

“Yes, unless you were lying to Evans about your feelings for me.”

“I wasn’t,” Remus forced himself to say. “But I didn’t think…”

He saw Sirius’s cheeks redden, and his grin soften.

“I just didn’t think you’d ever like me this way,” he said. “I thought you’d go for someone calmer, less… chaotic. I mean, I’m always around causing some mischief or trying to get a party together.”

“Yeah, that’s probably why,” Remus smiled.

He saw Sirius hesitate then he leaned slightly forward, carefully putting his hand over his.

“So… Can I take you out on a date to Hogsmeade?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, his heart pounding in his head. “Definitely.”

[avahkadoo]

Hi hex fandom (original art by @/bedpup ofc)

[woodlanddreams]

i’m so busy rn but i HAD to draw pennsylvania dutch miku or i’d explode (i want to make her better later)

[catastrothy]

hex maniac mimi

[gingermintpepper]

Little idle thought I've been having recently but I think Cyparissus' story is very important for characterising Apollo and Apollo's love. It's so easy to think of love and loss as two ends of a spectrum, likewise, so often, death is seen as an ultimate and tragic end in love stories - something final and inescapably tragic, the only force that halts love by separating the lovers.

Cyparissus' story is... not that. Yes, the deer dies and one can conclude then that death is once more at the heart of separating two lovers, but I think Cyparissus specifically requesting to die, specifically begging Apollo to let him grieve forever even after Apollo has done his best to help Cyparissus move on from the accident and Apollo letting him is a powerful thing.

Because Apollo not only puts Cyparissus' wishes over his own, he's also able to see past his own building grief to immortalise Cyparissus in such a way that both grants him his wish and allows other people to glorify Cyparissus as well! And I think such a beautiful thing is something criminally overlooked!

It's become something of a joke that 'all Apollo's lovers turn into plants' but from a functional perspective, flowers are the most brilliant way to keep the spirit of a beloved thing alive. Flowers are like stars - as long as there are humans, humans will always contemplate the nature of flowers and as the god of poetry and song, Apollo creating opportunities for his beloved mortals to be remembered eternally even if they never seized glory in the traditional way is such an intimate and beautiful thing. Even then, Cyparissus is elevated to a similar status as Daphne with Apollo's actions - not merely a plant or flower but one that specifically symbolises him, one that is extremely fragrant and beloved by him. Just as Daphne's laurels were synonymous with glory and victory, Cyparissus' cypress became a emblematic of grief and remembrance. Even today, thousands of years later, people still view cypress trees as mourning trees and plant them in cemeteries and use the ash in incense burnt in remembrance of others. How's that for Apollo keeping his word.

[evol-astraea]

Commission for @sharky857 with Amir and her Drifter, Damienne. Based on a scene in this fanfic she herself wrote! My friend is an awesome writer. You might want to check her other WF fanfics out if you love the Hex gang. Especially if it's Amir (he deserves all the love <3).

[nekrosmos]

Sometimes a family is a tiefling and his two elven boyfriends ✌️​

This one was a big piece, anyone who reblogs it gets an "astarion approves" in the corner of their screen <3

[exceptionalcameo]

closed thread with @ofcrimsonenchantresses Previous Reply

Wanda sat in front of the grave cross legged, using her fingers to brush away the dirt and debris that collected on the headstones if you weren’t attentive. There were still flowers laid on the grave, but she had noticed that it dwindled every year. It made her want to laugh, it made her want to scream. “You give everything for these people, and they forget so quickly.” She murmured to the gravestone in her native tongue, her fingers clearing out the wording engraved. Pietro Django Maximoff February 10 1989 - May 15 2015 “Thirty eight, we’re getting old.” She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair for a moment at the thought. She didn’t feel thirty eight. She’d been twenty nine when she’d died and only another year had passed when she’d ‘died’ again. Except now it was suddenly 2027 and she couldn’t remember how she’d got there. She felt the approach long before Agatha began speaking, staying sat in front of the grave but leaving her conversation with her twin for their ears only. Wanda didn’t even look behind her when the woman began her all too obvious snarky little speech about her death. “Come now, Agatha, darling.” She replied, with not nearly as much venom. Wanda felt too tired for any of that. “You should know at your age that what you hear on the street and read in the papers isn’t always the whole story.” She told her simply as she stood from her spot, letting her fingers caress the gravestone once more before she turned so Agatha could see her properly and she could see Agatha. She tucked her hands into her coat pocket. “You look well.” She added.

"You mean for someone who was stuck in a hex?" Agatha shot back in a deadpan, no kindness in the eyes above her fake smile. "Your hex." Her glare broke and Agatha took a breath, hands moving descriptively as she spoke, attention drifting around them at times. "I mean, I get it...I ruined your little dissociative day dream...but honestly, someone had to. It was nice to see the real you at the end there...instead of the hero you were trying to be. It suited you." Agatha certainly looked less dramatic than their last show down...but at least it was better than the mess she'd been while under Wanda's spell. Tidy and tailored with her white button up shirt tucked into high waist trousers and long flowing purple vintage coat, topped off with her signature cameo just under the top button of her collar. Her hair was about as neat as it was ever going to get...braided into an updo, pieces of fringe still falling down to frame her face.

[razzafrazzle]

funney wizard!! been flipflopping on this design a bunch trying to be respectful but not too serious and i think? ive reached a decent balance? big thanks to all my plural buddies who were willing to help me out and guide me here!!

[image description: a reference image for an original character named the installation wizard, a short blue-skinned wizard with a puffy purple beard and small round sunglasses. the wizard is wearing a purple kimono jacket over a white shirt and black armwarmers on top of black and purple tripp pants and socks. the wizard also has a wizard hat that resembles a mouse cursor on top of a disc and has a holstered katana. next to the wizard is a blurb that states the following: "the wizard world's finest (and only) IT expert. large system hosted by chet (he/him) and fronted by his older sister hex (she/they) from time to time - chet has no clue how many alters he actually has. thinks wizardry is just like one of his japanese animes. hex thinks he's a dork. calls his headspace the forum." end id]

[sammydem0n64]

Hello Hexists and uncultured swine.

[brainrot-stitch]

Didn't draw too much today but yall can have the little bit I did :3

[kabukiaku]

Hex and Terzo outfit swap ✨🖤