#hex is writing

[hexiewrites]

if you liked this:

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this? :D

[hexxedcore]

hi! this isn't really a request, persay, but i really just need you to be aware that the idea u mentioned about s2 viktor getting obsessed w a zaunite who directly opposes him has been giving me INSANE brainworms. absolutely stunning. complete perfection.

i could see the reader here being someone in the medical field, a well-respected town physician or apothecary that can challenge viktor on a scientific basis. perhaps a very loyal customer base that viktor just cant crack, all of them trusting your judgement over his. viktor might even straight up DESPISE them at first, thinking of them as close-minded and assuming theyre only warding your patients away to protect your bottom line and you dont really *care* what happens to them. being forced to reconsider this ideas by observing you and only coming back with evidence of the opposite. deciding he NEEDSSSS to assimilate you into the commune, convince you of his perspective, that proving himself to you will be the thing that justifies everything.

that was a lot, sorry lol. i like viktor. btw your viktor portrayal is So Great i love it so much.

thank you so much! i’m always conscious of portraying viktor correctly so i’m elated to here that i’m successfully 🙂‍↕️💕

that idea in particular was extremely interesting to me too, i was considering doing a drabble!! there’s an obvious contrast there between viktor’s warped perception of evolution and progress and a rationalised zaunite who knows that the illnesses he strives to fix can’t be solved so easily.

now the last part? i am absolutely OBSESSED anon your mind goes way further than mine does. the concept of him attempting to indoctrinate you into his commune out of an obsession driven by stubbornness of all things is both ironic and very, very interesting.

this was beautiful anon!! i always appreciate posts like this btw, i love hearing interpretations of my writing AND people’s own ideas!

[lewddumbie]

"Hey mister, did you forget to cum today..?

Just come between these and... Relieve yourself for mommy"~

[coolnonsenseworld]

I've heard there are people who don't know what HEX klance is...... so lucky.....

linktr.ee/mezzy

[aftg-random-fun]

Kevin, Neil, and Andrew are told by the girls to dress up as the Hex Girls for Halloween, but all fight over who gets to be who in the arrangement. In the end Neil is Thorn, Kevin is Dusk, and Andrew is Luna. Mind you because Neil is a little shit (affectionate) he buys real instruments for their costumes. After they get asked to play multiple times they ruin everyone’s ears with their tone deaf playing.

[blenselche]

Pennsilfaanisch Deitsch Miku on Marickdaag (or heading to KU folk fest, whichever does it for you) for that cultural Miku exchange.

("It's a nice day, isn't it?" in Pennsylvania German/die Mudderschprooch)

[divinit3a]

drabble - "display only"

G - ~1000 words prototype!Moon ("Moondrop") might turn this into a full fic.. some day! i have schemes... for now, enjoy--as this wip has been sitting on the shelf for too long!

The world is so, so small. The routine never changes. An orchestra where all the notes are perfect and predetermined, a waltz without a single misstep. 

At 6:30 am sharp, blistering lights and theme music kick on automatically. The animatronic is alerted from its rest cycle, a nagging popup in its code to exit low power protocols. Optics flicker open, sounding as if a camera shutter going off, swift and keen as a gunshot. The scanners readjust, pupils dilating to accommodate the right shutter speed to capture light. 

The view before it never changes. Mundane. The Moondrop settles into its perch. 

An obedient, oversized toy. 

Capable of motion, yet kept on a short leash. The animatronic neatly tucks away its charging wires, and enters the Sun’s iconic pose as prompted by its hardwired scheduling. The first cycle of the day is always a Sun showcase, no if ands or buts. 

The Moondrop cannot complain, but some days, it finds itself wishing to. Wearing a mask of pure sunshine rapidly depletes its energy resources. Constantly running the risk of powering down before the gift shop closes for the evening.  

But. Not like anyone would listen to its “concerns.” 

Arms outstretched to the heavens, warm and inviting to greet customers into the toy shop. Its joints and hinges creak and whine in protest. Finger segments wiggle, loosening its stiff posture. Perfectly calculating for areas in its stance to appear imperfect, to sell the optical illusion of humanity and warmth. 

Optics cycle to a glowing, milky white. The rays spin out, beginning their slow, metronome, clockwork rotation. The low hum inside its faceplate indicates that the ray’s belt tracks are in working order, although, if anyone asked the animatronic–it would say that they need a little oiling. The slight vibration keeps ever so subtly shaking its faceplate, souring its “mood.” 

An imposter masquerading as its brighter half. 

Without a companion Sun AI coded into its circuits, the lone Moondrop can only follow prompts that are disorientingly alien to its suggested personality module. The chameleon change is convincing from afar. Perfect, as long as it's not prompted for dialogue. Its improvisational database is underutilized, its voicebox out of tune. When it attempts vocalization, a gravelly rasp drawls out, no matter the mask at the forefront. 

Pointed shoes heel-toe around the platform beneath it, until it hears a click. It is locked into position. A human would quickly tire of the enthusiastic pose, arms shaking. A robot can be set on display for eternity. 

Keys jingle just outside the thick glass of the display case. Naturally, the celestial animatronic is stationed at the front, right within view of the gift shop’s towering windows. Enticing the curious to wander in closer, and then wrangle them with the appeal of merchandise and colorful toys that kids can’t resist. 

The Moondrop checks its internal clock system. 

At 7:00 am, usually more so 7:02 am, a human employee opens up the gift shop. The names and faces are lost on the animatronic’s limited “socializing” capabilities. Facial recognition was proposed after the completion of it, to install security protocols. All features that a mere prototype, a proof of concept, shouldn’t need to access.

Designed for display only.

Instead, it remembers employees by their reactions. By their voices. A few always startle and jump, so it has learned to restrict its movement in the presence of most humans. Denying itself the slightest swivel of its neck hinge, peering through the periphery of imperfect optics. A dead pixel flickers on its gridded gaze. 

“Good morning, Sun!” The employee calls out, unlocking the front doors for customers with the continued chorus of jingles. The animatronic resists stirring. The urge to yell out a cheery hello drums in its circuitry, grating and too loud.  

“Enjoying your imprisonment today, too?” The human jokes, a relentless solo act. They swing their keyset, which is weighted with enough keychain charms to kill a man. 

“Jeez, what they put you in for, jester crimes?” They tease. The “Sun” can’t respond, though latent programming latches onto the joke with hunger. 

There’s a tickle in its circuitry, a surge of electricity flickering through its wires, preparing the dialogue for a quip back. But when the command finishes executing, there is only null code. Blank. Empty. The sensation fizzles out completely. A statement left unfinished. 

The human walks around the radius of the display case. “Looks like we need to call in a cleaner.” They swipe a finger against the glass, frowning as they leave a trail in the fogged up muck. “Or is that in my job description…?” The human talks to themself, never expecting “Sun” to respond. Only listen.

Thankfully, Moondrop loves to listen. To expand its definitions.

While the human amuses themself, the database scrolls through a dictionary. 

/ɪmˈprɪznmənt/ [uncountable] ​imprisonment (for something) the act of putting somebody in a prison or another place from which they cannot escape; the state of being there. 

Yes, imprisonment– that is what “life” feels like. In theory. 

But the emotions behind the definition are not correct, nor applicable. It does not yearn for freedom. The concept is too human. No, it merely gets curious, at times. A little intrigued. Nothing more. 

Before its lenses trickle in the hustle and bustle of a crowd.

Now and then, fingerprints press against the display case, the animatronics eternal tomb. A child– a young boy, from its rudimentary calculations, keeps pointing to it. Stars sparkle in his eyes, fearless. His mother tugs him away, insisting that she will buy him something else later. After eavesdropping over countless years, the Moondrop prototype has deduced that the prices at the gift shop were absurd, for an average income family’s standards.  

By 10:00 am, the mall is abuzz with families, loiterers, hungry for deals and entertainment. A teen slams their hand against its display case. Long ago such actions would rise a reaction from the Moondrop, but it has since desensitized to the unstructured chaos of humans.

Instead, it focuses on counting each minute until the "Moon" showcase swaps in around 12:00 pm.

Until then, the world continues on, while it remains stuck within a vault of glass. 

[hexcia]

man thinking abt inks memory issues and punching a wall bc WHY is it always treated like its distressing for everyone else?? [the answer is ableism]

like i know ink is a whimsical guy but i can only imagine how distressing that must be for him. Just another thing to play off like its nothing and yet Still get blamed and yelled at for it

[cosmicskittlez]

Good evening everyone and welcome to "Judging FNF men based on how they'd react when your on your period"

Agoti: This is an immature 19 year old rapper who isn't even human, he has no idea what a period is and when you tell him what it is he nearly passes out. Afterwards though he'd end up following you around and asking if you need anything every 5 minutes

Aldryx: One might say since he's trans he'd know about them but he's also non human so he's also clueless about it, freaks out at first if you randomly start bleeding but after that he relaxes about it and does his research to help you

Ruv: On the other hand you'd think he wouldn't know a thing about periods buts he's lived with and slept in the same bed as Sarvente for who knows how long so he actually has a lot of experience. Will definitely help you if you need anything and will rob a store for any supplies and cravings you might need

Hex: He has a heat pad named Burnie that he'd lend you every time with full charge and would bake anything your heart desires without so much as asking. He puts on your favorite movie and brings everything to you so you never have to get up. Whether you like it or not you're gonna be a pillow prinxe the whole week and treat you like royalty, and probably do it the next week too

Whitty: He has no idea what a period is and thinks you're dying. After he's calmed down and gets the situation explained to him then he becomes your official hug and cuddle supplier free of charge, which help immensely with him being extra warm

[mythtakens]

Angel - Epiphany (2.16) + 9-1-1 - Dumb Luck (5.14)

[hexiewrites]

sticks, stones, and beavers

happy birthday @thefreakandthehair! this one is for you and our shared highly inadvisable crush on captain ratman himself.

(find it on ao3)

Eddie’s first problem is that he’s at a gay sports bar. It’s not the gay part that’s the problem, though god knows he never wants to drink in a room full of straight people again. It’s not even the sports that’s necessarily an issue, though usually they come for women’s night, and he fucking loves to see the place absolutely packed with ladies who’re so goddamn hype about professional women’s sports. No, it’s not the gay bar and it’s not the sports bar that are the actual issues. (Though, he does want a word with whoever decided to call the place Sticks, Stones, and Beavers because, fucking yikes.) The actual issue is that Chrissy hadn’t realized it was hockey night. And maybe that might have been okay too, except she’d immediately spotted a tall woman with a short cropped brunette bob and went “oh my god, she could snap me in half any day,” glanced back to Eddie to say, “her friend looks fucking hot too, you should get in on that,” and then she’d promptly followed the brunette into the bathroom.  So the problem is that Eddie is in a gay sports bar on fucking hockey night and he’s alone. And even then, that might have been fine. Maybe. It at least wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened. So, he probably would have been alright. If it hadn’t been for the gorgeous man with the perfect hair.

(keep reading on ao3)

[invasivefungus46]

if I could write a proper sentence I'd never shut up about how well written quincy is (the way that his death/survival scene from the quest parallels the scene he talks about after the "make me hate" you talk for example?)

[fairyberries]

I'm open to any warframe fanfic suggestions, reply, dm, ask me what you would like me to attempt writing and I'll see if I can do it!

Can be any ship or character and any kink or criteria (within reason, nothing illegal or nasty), I just wanna write, and I'm running out of ideas.

[kittyt-hexxed]

So let me get this right- We’re going from this fine ass of a woman in Season 1.

They really said we’re giving all of our characters a change. INCLUDING SEVIKA 👀 She’s got a labret piercing now! I’m- Ugh, once again I’m going to be dying over these characters. How did they make her face more rideable? 🤭

This is “I didn’t hear a “Yes, Sir” civil war Sevika. Down for business, ready to get dirty and fight for her people. I guarantee it. And I AM SO READY FOR THIS SEASON!

[coolnonsenseworld]

(this is part of the calendar 2024 lore, now on pre-order, to know more check out prev posts)

April was Keith's idea of relaxation. He enjoyed parks, the feng shui of them, nature's ability to thrive despite and against anything happening - the silence of it. Watching Keith wind down and relax when he is a strung wire most of the time, would definitely make Lance feel all lovey-dovey and clingy (as he tends to get) and when he’d worry he is disturbing, Keith would comment this is exactly how it should be - the constant yin to his yang, and the yang when he feels yin.

Also - both shirt and hoodie are Keith's (he has way too many hoodies with quotes). Lance took the hoodie for Keith, but Keith insisted he won’t get cold, so he wore it himself. On the way home Lance funds Keith the biggest sushi serving he could find on the menu, and, believe me, nothing lights up Keith's eyes like a table full of rice and algae. Lance just watches with a soft smile. (Keith does end up getting cold)

[frameconfessions]

I wish other characters in Warframe got as much detail and lore as The Hex. Still waiting on that Ordis quest that Steve teased so many years ago. 😔

We're still waiting Steve- or rather Rebecca. 👀 https://fxtwitter.com/sj_sinclair/status/1035662678147166208