#hexposting

[chloetax]

Hex Editor!

This hex will read from a focus in your offhand and display it in the world!

it also has features to edit the hex it displays

when displaying a hex, you can use sneak + telepathy to cycle your selected tool

you can also hold the telepathy key and look directly up/down to scroll the hex vertically

this hex uses Hexical to render the patterns in the world, and also for the keybind detection, and for the genie lamp (it casts every tick while activated)

- Tool 1: Swap Iotas

Click on 2 iotas to swap their locations

- Tool 2: Delete Iota

Click on an iota to delete it

- Tool 3: Copy Iota

Click on an iota to copy it, and click somewhere else to paste

(it will place the iota to the right of where you click)

(you can paste an iota on itself to dupe it)

- Tool 4: Insert Iotas

Click on an iota, and this will insert the unpacked contents of the focal ring you have equipped

(so the ring must contain a list)

[hexheathen]

Table 10

My DBD RP server is doing speed dating! but if your muses get one another you skip it. Me being a goblin wanted to write a silly little thing of Charlotte and Unknown talking. That did not happen.

Charlotte sat at the long, eerie table where the Entity had set up its ridiculous excuse for “speed dating.” The air was thick with something sickly sweet, the scent of wilted roses and candle wax filling the void-like space. The table itself was too lavish—draped in black velvet, with thin, spindly candelabras casting flickering shadows against the abyss. The Entity’s influence crackled in the background. “No Violance”

Her hands gripped the table’s edge as she sat, heart thrumming against her ribs, excitement barely contained. She could already feel it— Renato, maybe? Maybe he had been curious enough to come. Or perhaps it was the masked man with the strong boots she had written to, asking about his mask, who said he could call him Danny. Perhaps he would come. She was terrible with words, but writing had been more straightforward. Had he read her letter?

She barely contained a bounce in her seat. Whoever it was, they had to be strong, interesting, maybe even kind. She had no illusions about kindness in the Fog, but she had hope, tiny and fragile.

As he settled in, the chair scraped against the floor in a slow, deliberate groan that made Charlotte’s skin prickle. The sound wasn’t right—it wasn’t the natural creak of wood, but something more profound that lingered as though the chair resented his presence.

The Unknown sat with a stillness that defied life itself, a mockery of what a person should be. He did not breathe. He did not blink. He was wrong and impossible—somewhere between tangible and unreal, like a shadow cast where no light should be. The candle flames stuttered as if unsure whether to flicker away from him or bend toward him.

Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against the velvet tablecloth. The anticipation she had carried with her—warm, trembling, hopeful—curdled into something rancid. A fool’s hope. Like a child reaching for a gift, only to have their hand snapped in a bear trap.

She would not speak first. She would not give him that satisfaction. But silence, in his presence, was its own kind of violence.

Then, he did something worse than speaking.

His head tilted—just slightly.

The movement sent a ripple through her chest, primal and instinctual, screaming at her to run. It was like watching something not meant to mimic human behavior try—and almost succeed. The angle of his head dipped too far, too slow, like an owl dissecting a mouse.

And then—his voice.

Or rather, voices.

Layered. Sickly. Each syllable seemed to be spoken twice, overlapping with itself, stretched at the edges.

“Ex...ciiiited.” A pause, a breath too long, like savoring something before devouring it. “You... expected... someone else.”

Not a question. Not curiosity. Just knowledge. The kind that stuck to the inside of your ribs like rot.

Charlotte stiffened, her jaw clenching. Her hands curled into fists beneath the table. If it had been anyone else, she would have glared, spat at them, and thrown a punch. But he was untouchable. Immovable. And worst of all—he was enjoying this.

The silence between them stretched like a drawn bowstring. The corners of his mouth—or what passed for one—twitched into something that resembled a smile. But it wasn’t a smile. It was too aware, too deliberate.

“Hope.” Another pause. The candlelight dimmed, suffocated by his presence. “So... fragile. So easy to...” He exhaled, a sound not quite laughter but something wet and thin, like breath rattling through waterlogged lungs. “...break.”

Charlotte’s teeth clenched. Heat curled under her skin, a wildfire waiting to consume.

“Shut up.” Her voice was low, steady—dangerously so.

His grin widened. Or it only felt like it did.

“Whhhhy?” The word slithered, wrapping around her ribs like a tightening noose. “Does it... huuuurt?”

Charlotte inhaled sharply, forcing down the spike of frustration he wanted from her.

It did hurt. But not in the way he wanted. Not in the way he fed from. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t despair—it was rage. She had been happy. She had been looking forward to this. And now? She had to sit across from him while he unraveled it thread by thread.

Her nails dug into her palms.

She forced a slow breath through her nose, keeping her voice even.

“What do you want?”

The Unknown leaned forward. His body did not move—no shifting weight, no adjustment of limbs. It was as though the space between them had collapsed, closing the distance without motion.

“I am here... be-cause... you wished... to be known.”

The words slid into her ears, thick and cloying, dripping down the back of her throat like oil. And the worst part—

He wasn’t wrong.

She wanted to be seen. She wanted someone to sit across from her and acknowledge her, not as just another body in the Fog, as a threat, but as Charlotte.

But not like this.

Not by him.

The air thickened, pressing against her ribs. Her pulse thumped in her ears, in her throat.

“You don’t know me.”

It was a growl. Low, warning.

He exhaled—a sound like paper tearing, like something splintering apart.

“You... think so?”

And then—the pressure.

That feeling of being peeled apart.

Layer by layer, he stripped her down without lifting a single finger. Seeing her in a way that had nothing to do with eyes.

Charlotte shoved herself back from the table. The chair scraped violently against the floor as she stood.

“I don’t play these games.”

His head tilted the other way.

“You... already are.”

Charlotte’s breath was heavy. Her chest is tight.

She would not give him the satisfaction.

With one last glare, she turned sharply.

She didn’t look back at him.

But he was not done.

“You... pre-tennnnd... you did not want me here... but you linger.”

Charlotte clenched her jaw, nostrils flaring.

“Do you... think of him... now?”

Her resolve faltered. Just barely.

He felt it.

His breath slithered behind her ear though he had not moved.

“Your... Ren-a-tooo.”

The name dripped from his mouth like spoiled honey.

“Did you hoooope... it would be him... across from you? That he would look at you... ssssmile at you... like you were... worth something?”

Her fists curled so tight her nails bit into flesh.

“He would have looked at you, yesss... but with pi-ty.”

His voice was soaked in amusement, layered, fractured syllables bleeding over each other.

“And you... would lie to yourself... again... and again... that you are differennnt.”

The world twisted.

The candlelight turned red.

Something dripped.

Charlotte looked down.

Blood.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes snapped up—

And her stomach dropped into nothingness.

Renato slumped forward at the table, his throat split open.

Her chest seized.

“No—”

Bodies slumped unnaturally, discarded like dolls with their strings cut. Gabe’s arms were twisted at an unnatural angle, their glasses cracked, and his chest unmoving. Danny was sprawled out, his mask shattered. She didn’t know his face, but it revealed glassy, lifeless eyes that would never gleam with mischief again.

Her breath came too fast. Her head pounded. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

The walls closed in.

“And yet...” The Unknown’s voice curled against her skin, pressing into her ribs.

“You would stilllll... bear it... if it meant... saving him... wouldn’t you?”

Her eyes snapped up.

Small. Still.

Unmoving.

Charlotte collapsed to her knees.

“Nonononono—”

Shaking fingers brushed his face. Cool.

No warmth. No movement.

Nothing.

A sound ripped from her throat—raw, broken.

Behind her—

That. Fucking. Laughter.

“Besssst... date yet.”

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut.

She did not look up. She could not look up.

And then—

He was gone.

The air settled. The candlelight returned.

But she remained.

Kneeling. Shaking.

Staring at where the lifeless body of her brother had been.

:> yayyyyy ahhhh...my bbygirl.. also here is the server i rp in it is wonderful! @it-wakes

[hexspirateradio]

Fetish diagram based on which dystopian books you read as a kid,

Fahrenheit 451-Robot dog furry

Brave New World-Bimbofication

1984-Piss torture

Clockwork Orange-preist kink

Feel free to add your own!

[the-foolish-fool-who-gets-fooled]

Reblog to blanket the farm of the poster below in an eternal night, dooming their family to eat eachother in the winter due to lack of food from harvest.

[hrokkall]

will you also be drawing sado's spider fursona?

I wasn't going to, but because you suggested it

[hexhomos]

ok now imagine jayce watching his frankenstein bf grow big and strong as he takes copious notes ✒️✒️✒️

which you may be seeing soon over here

[chloetax]

ooh, i actually made that a while ago in hexcasting (wow that was like 6 months ago) https://streamable.com/uskx3b it's running >+>->->+[>++[-<+++>]<<]>. which writes the value 256 to a cell and prints it (the patterns spinning around me in that video are bc it's from 1.20 hex, which renders patterns around anyone who casts, they're normally not visible in firstperson though) yesterday i made (most of) a 6502 emulator in hex too it has a feature where you can attach a hex to be ran when you read/write to a page of memory, which you could use to interface with devices like you could register a hex that gets ran when page 2 is written to, and then updates a screen of blocks

or you could have a hex trigger when a page is read from, so like you could make page 3 have all your player data on it, where reading from different bytes would grab different values both the reading and writing functions let you intercept the actual value before it's saved to memory / given to the cpu after the cpu, i was planning on either making an assembler, so i could write into a book and quill and have it turn that to machine code and upload it to the cpu memory, or adding extra instructions in the unused space to do things like read a page of memory as pattern data and execute it as a hex

The concept of "love languages" as a totalising picture of relationship dynamics may be pseudoscientific bullshit, but I have to credit the idea's proponents for enabling all those jokes of the format "my love language is [something objectively unhinged]". Top form there.

[akascow]

i keep thinking about the end of this post i made lmfao:

"i like that in the last battle he just accepts it: realizes hes in the same position as future jayce, but just closes his eyes... he knew the only way to get through to viktor wasnt through fighting, but talking. which has been the basis of both of their worldviews for the whole show,, which is WHY IT WORKED"

bc wow i kinda cooked with that one HAHA

(also it like totally relates to the act3 message about how killing is a cycle and the only way to stop the killing is to literally Stop The Killing lmao)

but like, to elaborate on it i just think its so significant given that jayce and viktor were always opposed to killing others or using hextech against ppl less equipped:

-jayce's anti shimmer plan crumbles the second he accidentally kills a zaunite child.

-viktor adamantly opposes the idea of building weapons the entire first season because theyre scientists, not soldiers.

-jayce throws up and almost has a panic attack seeing a bunch of enforcers stain the bridge with blood after the firelight bombs.

-viktor abandons his whole hexcore idea the moment sky dies from it, begging jayce to destroy it

-jayce completely disagrees in the use of hextech weapons even after viktor dies from the attack on the council

their goal was always to use hextech to help, not hurt.

and yes they do stray from that ideology a couple times bc of like,, moments of weakness or wtvr lol:

viktor in his Machine Herald basically killing the body and leaving the soul of everyone who joins his cult i mean harem i mean community,, ((although im pretty certain the hexcore was kinda like a virus- influencing his actions with the main goal of spreading,, and i truly believe he genuinely thought he was helping people and not like, literally killing them lol))

and jayce making some weapons for the strike team later, but you can see hes clearly distraught from breaking another promise to viktor (his wound literally reopens as a metaphor lmao)

and they try to fight each other in order to share their disagreement of the other's actions, viktor tries to make jayce see his vision, doesnt work, he tries to choke him to death. jayce tries to make viktor see that what hes doing is wrong, doesnt work, he blasts vik's puppets with his hammer lmao.

but what does work ? putting down the weapons. in the end they accomplish the mutual goal without violence. mainly because they literally cannot bring themselves to kill the other but

they never really wanted to fight, no less kill, each other in the first place. because they shared that mutual worldview, they were never in favor of violence against their enemies. both of them even show regret while trying to kill each other too. jayce's anomaly screaming trying to pull away from blasting viktor in the chest, and viktor failing to persuade jayce to his side, voicing his apology before attempting to kill him.

jayce gets to the tower and sees hes in the same position as his future self. realizing he cant beat viktor like this, and everything he saw in the future timeline is inevitable, he closes his eyes, tired from fighting. but what does viktor do? does he kill him? turn him into a puppet like the others? no, viktor lets him into his world, letting him see what he sees.

viktor shares his motivation, humanity's weaknesses causes senseless war. but instead of arguing at that, jayce just talks to him, sharing his words of affection. yes humaity has weakness, but what viktor always viewed as weakness is actually what makes people admirable. and jayce hugs him, he shows viktor the truth of what is to come continuing this path, letting viktor know what he knows.

and thats how viktor breaks free. with a hug. practically the exact opposite of violence.

and again, they fix their mistake together, holding hands and embracing each other, sharing that pain and guilt of the fact that they did hurt people, and choosing to take themselves out in pursuit of correcting that mistake.

...and isnt that just beautiful HAHA

[chloetax]

Grappling hook wisp!

when you cast this hex, it summons the grappling wisp

the wisp follows you as you walk around

if you cast the hex again, it'll launch the wisp out to the block you're looking at

when the wisp hits a block, it'll stop moving and pull you towards it

if you cast it while the wisp is being launched or attached to a block, it'll go back to following you

(hex posted below)

Familiar's Reflection Recognition Purification Gemini Decomposition Numerical Reflection: -1 Inequality Distillation {     True Reflection     Send Iota } {     Bookkeeper's Gambit: v     Mind's Reflection     Compass' Purification     Numerical Reflection: 1     Zone Distillation: Any     {           Muninn's Reflection         Nullary Reflection         Equality Distillation

        {             False Reflection             Vector Reflection Zero             Numerical Reflection: 2             Flock's Gambit             Huginn's Gambit             Numerical Reflection: 1             Haste         }         Vacant Reflection         Augur's Exaltation         Hermes' Gambit         Recitation Reflection         Nullary Reflection         Inequality Distillation

        {             Muninn's Reflection             Numerical Reflection: 0             Selection Distillation             False Reflection             Vector Reflection Zero             Numerical Reflection: 2             Flock's Gambit             True Reflection             Mind's Reflection             Alidade's Purification             Numerical Reflection: 2             Flock's Gambit             Augur's Exaltation             Huginn's Gambit

            {                 Iota: Gate to player head pos             }             Flock's Disintegration             Gemini Decomposition             Identity Reflection             Gate's Opening             Gate's Closing         }         Vacant Reflection         Augur's Exaltation         Hermes' Gambit         Muninn's Reflection         Numerical Reflection: 0         Selection Distillation         {             Identity Reflection             Compass' Purification             Muninn's Reflection             Numerical Reflection: 1             Selection Distillation             Dioscuri Gambit             Archer's Distillation             Gemini Decomposition             Nullary Reflection             Equality Distillation             {                 Bookkeeper's Gambit: v                 Numerical Reflection: 10                 Multiplicative Distillation                 Additive Distillation                 Pathfinder's Gambit             }

            {                 Numerical Reflection: 2                 Fisherman's Gambit II                 Subtractive Distillation                 Length Purification                 Numerical Reflection: 1                 Maximus Distillation                 {                     Numerical Reflection: 10                     Multiplicative Distillation                     Additive Distillation                     Pathfinder's Gambit                 }                 {                     Bookkeeper's Gambit: v                     Gemini Decomposition                     Pathfinder's Gambit

                    Mind's Reflection                     Compass' Purification                     Subtractive Distillation                     Gemini Decomposition                     Length Purification                     Division Distillation                     Numerical Reflection: 4                     Division Distillation                     Vector Reflection +Y                     Numerical Reflection: 0.03                     Multiplicative Distillation                     Additive Distillation                     Mind's Reflection                     Jester's Gambit                     Impulse                 }                 Augur's Exaltation                 Hermes' Gambit             }             Augur's Exaltation             Hermes' Gambit

        }         {             Mind's Reflection             Compass' Purification             Mind's Reflection             Alidade's Purification             Subtractive Distillation             Pathfinder's Gambit         }         Augur's Exaltation         Hermes' Gambit     }     Mind's Reflection     Compass' Purification     Numerical Reflection: 50     Summon Cyclic Wisp     Mind's Reflection     Compass' Purification     Numerical Reflection: 1     Zone Distillation: Any     Exclusion Distillation     Numerical Reflection: 0     Selection Distillation     Gemini Decomposition     Bind Wisp     Link } Augur's Exaltation Hermes' Gambit

[hexheathen]

The Broken Chain – The Brother (The Twins AU) (Victor being the big sibling)

I had a brainworm about whether the twins' situations were different, and I needed to get it out of my system. So here it is! TW: Death and poorly done surgery

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Victor and Charlotte Deshayes were born as one—conjoined at the ribs, two halves of a single life. He was the strong one, the protector, the one who carried their shared weight, while Charlotte was the quiet shadow at his side. Their mother, Madeline, whispered to them of witches and ghosts, of hidden magic in the blood, but none of her stories saved her when the witch hunters came.

They fled, as they always had, but the world is cruel to those who are different. It was Victor they feared. It was Charlotte they pitied.

Taken in by a traveling doctor promising "miracles," Victor was given an impossible choice: to be free, he must be alone.

The saw was brutal. The process unclean. There was no medicine strong enough to numb the pain. Victor screamed, his fingers slipping against Charlotte’s blood as they pulled her from him. She didn’t cry, didn’t thrash—only looked at him with wide, betrayed eyes as her breath turned ragged.

Then, nothing.

She was gone.

And yet…

Even as Victor healed, something remained. The aching space at his ribs, the cold that never left his side. Whispers curled through the dark when he was alone, a voice that was not his own.

Charlotte had never left him.

At first, she was a shadow in the corner of his vision. Then, the shape of a hand brushing against his shoulder. And when he woke in the night, her arms wrapped around him—cold, wet, stained with blood, but still there.

She did not hate him.

But she would never let him go.

When the Fog called, Victor did not hesitate.

Now, they hunt together once more—but their bond is twisted, broken, and unholy. Victor walks in flesh, strong and vengeful, while Charlotte lingers in the liminal space between death and existence, a specter bound to his every step. She does not forgive, and she does not forget.

Together, they will never be apart again.

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Killer Power – "Unbroken Bond"

Victor and Charlotte exist as one, even in death. Victor moves in flesh, a towering brute, while Charlotte haunts the realm, bound to him in ethereal form.

Primary Ability – "Phantom Echo"

Victor lets out a deep, guttural growl, summoning Charlotte’s ghost to emerge from his ribs.

Charlotte phases toward the nearest survivor within 32 meters, her ghostly wail Exposing them for 10 seconds.

If a survivor is within 8 meters of Charlotte’s manifestation, they are Hindered (15% slow) for 4 seconds.

Secondary Ability – "Vengeful Grasp"

Victor can release Charlotte’s spirit from his body, sending her forward through walls and obstacles toward a targeted survivor.

If Charlotte reaches them, she claws at their soul, inflicting Torment:

Torment causes all skill checks to become reversed and speeds up their progress by 10%, making them easier to fail.

Survivors hear Charlotte’s whispers growing louder and louder, masking nearby terror radius sounds.

If a Tormented survivor is hooked, Charlotte lingers at the hook, causing unhooking to take 10% longer.

Passive Ability – "Bound by Blood"

When Victor downs a survivor, Charlotte lets out a banshee-like scream, causing all other injured survivors to scream and reveal their locations for 2 seconds.

If Charlotte successfully lands a hit, Victor moves 5% faster for 6 seconds.

Perks

1. "Severed Flesh"

"I had to do it. I had to. She knows that, doesn’t she?"

Whenever you pick up a survivor, gain Undetectable for 8 seconds.

If a survivor is hooked within 16 meters of another injured survivor, that survivor suffers from Blindness for 12 seconds.

2. "Unfinished Surgery"

"The wound never fully healed. The pain never left."

Survivors suffer from Mangled for 20/25/30 seconds after healing from the injured state.

If a survivor uses a Medkit to fully heal themselves, they suffer Exhaustion for 6 seconds.

3. "Clinging Shadow"

"She was never meant to leave my side."

If you are further than 40 meters from a hooked survivor, gain 5% increased movement speed until you move within range.

Survivors unhooking within 10 meters of you suffer from Oblivious for 8/10/12 seconds.

[hexspirateradio]

Several iterations of memes I've made about Frank Zappa while high

[hrokkall]

And because no one asked some of the other hex fursonas (in no order whatsoever) would be:

Rebecha: realistic answer is dog, slightly funnier answer is capybara

Rocky: Tortoise (like the tortoise and the hare… you get it) or highland cow

Reggie: Cannot explain this one but groundhog

Jeremiah: Probably one of those cordyceps ants

Irving: Cassowary. Or wolf I guess

Wizarro: Coati

Vallamir: Walrus

Then for two extremely obvious bonuses Carla would be a duck and Lionel would be a lion

[hrokkall]

I think they'd make cool animals

I think Weasel Kid would make fursonas for everyone because “idk man you guys just look weird” Bryce and FPP get really into helping him with it, Chandrelle hates it, and the others just all show varying levels of confusion

[hexhomos]

For you I would do anything

[tauforged]

i’m struggling and failing to keep my mind off The Bullshit so likeeee. idk. who wants to talk about literally anything