#hexreality

[glidasclheriis]

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//Thank you very much sweetheart! It's been a pleasure to know you so far (sorry for replying so late hun)

[razorfst]

🐰

How Intimidating Am I?

🐰 for barely intimidating

That is correct, I am not intimidating at all. I like to think I am a lot more friendly than the stabby boi here 🤣

[spiritsfound]

@hexsreality ... 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓!

❝ ━━━━ i didn't mean to involve you. i apologize. ❞

[griim]

@hexsreality asked; ✖ ✖ ✖

Thank you so much!

[macveigh]

@hexsreality asked: 👗 [ send me a “👗” and my muse will dress yours ]      

[chaoticjoke]

@hexsreality asked: "How the hell are you still alive? You should be dead."

"Sorry to disappoint." Joker snarls, flashing a yellow-toothed grin at the witch. "And here I thought you knew me better than that." He murmurs and tsks with mock disapproval. Well, technically, he was dead. Went to hell and back. And it wasn't fun.

"In fact," he adds conversationally, "I expected a little bit warmer welcome, pixie lay-diiiieee."

| Not a Hero Starters // accepting

[snkts]

“We’ve waited so damn long, we’re sick and tired.”

“Yeah,” he wipes his hand down his face. “Me too.” Probably not what he should be saying, but, hey. She deserved the truth for once. Even if she had to hear it from him. 

“You ask me, it's bullshit.” He says, looking over to her. He sees a lot when he makes eye contact. He sees a witch. Roiling, barely-contained power snapping at her heels, waiting to be set free. He sees a warrior. Someone who’s faced threats most people could never imagine and stood firm. And he sees a girl. Young, but older than her age, hurt and scared and frustrated and mad. No, not mad - righteous. Vindictive. The poor kid. He knew enough to know that rage didn’t get put there on its own. The world did that to her. Not just once, either. And careful or not, it would do it again. 

“But things aren’t gonna get better, kid, not if you do this. It’s tempting, believe me, I know. But you gotta step back and look at the big picture.” He sweeps his hand out to the side, as if gesturing to an actual image. Their surroundings, some of which are still smouldering, weren’t quite as story-book as anyone might like, but it worked. “Yeah, I want all this behind us too. I wanna go home. But that ain't happening for either of us until you get down here and listen to me.”

[shrymped]

036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

the garden is more of a bird cage than anything else. it's hard to stand there. he can't jump or fly in here. his wings are clipped. at least they will be until he can leave. he misses the gym, he misses the sky. he misses his friends. he wants out of the flowers. the overpowering scent of lilies keeping him in place.

when the garden gate opens, his head snaps to the the woman entering the garden. she doesn't look like the person who's kept him trapped. in the garden. the little jackal tries not to bounce out of his skin. he's so excited to see another human being. the flightless garden has been empty for weeks.

[argentarrogance]

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || @hexsreality × ] acceptingㅤ➠ ㅤ Scarlet Witch

Silk of sight-line breaking blur from heavy raindrops, shallow fixed beneath the edge of a roof carrying off rainwater and channeling sinking phrases. Where tour of her mind decrypts amalgams of hidden intent candles almost guttered out, flames flicker and burn unsteadily denouncing esprit companionship of brotherhood solidarity.

He's here; she knew of his presence already. Next - guiding hand subsequently taking hold of another, softly interweaving fingers like strands twine together among elegies of serious reflection. It takes energy to be apart; each time, all the the time. Talking to Wanda sometimes felt like a process of combining a number of things into a single more effective and coherent whole but the final stage in the process of dialectical reasoning -- idea resolves how to flatten the conflict to near-dust. Silence was how their fights were mostly solved, there's no life without struggle, but a life of meaningful struggle. They traipse through all idlings together.

The cosmos within her would accept him as he is, even the parts he believed were dark, tainted, and anything awkward and imperfect - with no restorations because that’s natural and real. He would give up all to see his sister's radiance brighten repeatedly between strong and skittish.

" Drifting? " Not quite literally, just a Pietro way of saying ' You know you can talk to me '.

[glidasclheriis]

Happy birthday!!! 🎈 💐

//Thank youuuu sweetheart!!🥳🥳

[battleguqin]

hexsreality asked: so... that's new.

He stood beside her staring at the VOID it was what it was and violet eyes went wide the irises went from round to dragon slitted in a second than back again. "So--I have never seen anything like that--" he said slowly.

Two fingers extended and he summoned draconic magic around his fingers eldritch energy spun around the two extended fingers and he flicked it at the void. Which did not reflect the energy it ate it. "Very new." he agreed with her. It was more a curiosity than an alarm at the moment.

"At least this one did not throw my spell back at me like the last one did. That wasn't fun. Thank the ancestors for spell resistance and immunity to my own magic." he motioned "Do you want to get a closer look, keep our distances and see if any spells stick or something I have not thought of." he chuckled "I think going through it that could be bad, until we know its not going to eat us." he mused as he pulled his glasses from his nose. He didn't need them it just added to the image of being a doctor. He tucked the into the inner pocket of his jacket .

@hexsreality

[shonde]

❝ father ,  you’re hurting me !   ❞ (to dadneto)

let it be known that erik does let go of wanda's arm. eyes going blank with misery for a moment before. he half stumbles back. out of his flashback and back into reality. " wanda? "

erik looks at her. finally seeing her. " i'm. " he steps back. because there aren't words. there will never be words. wanda is wanda. not magda. not anya. not anyone but herself. and the truth of that almost makes him fall backwards into his own heart again.

" wanda. i think i need to go for a walk. i will be back in several hours. "

[cardiomyapathy]

"Why did you shave?" She asked apprehensively, taking a step back to get a good look at him. 

" why is everyone making such a big deal? " he eyes her as well, unsettled by the attention. " you don't like it? come on, I'm a big boy, I can handle the feedback. creative criticism. "

[bothsidesofaquestion]

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[redsleuthed]

“ can you walk? “

Tim propped himself up with his bo-staff, as he slowly stood.

"I think I can." @hexsreality

[bewitchingbaker]

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@hexsreality

A hand rubs his chin, those purple hues looking up in thought. He looked around the room, hoping to find the right words. Some moments passed, his attention turning to the various grimoires and then to his friend.

Wanda Maximoff. Fellow witch and close friend. She was often someone Chris would go to for advice on any and everything related to magic. He in turn was always there with a listening ear and a fresh cupcake for her. Lord knows if someone or something were to attack Chris, Wanda would be ready to erase them from existence and vice versa.

Another moment passed and finally, a small smile spread across his face.

"You're someone I'm pretty close to and you don't know how much I appreciate that," he grinned, "Like the smartest person I know, there's a reason I always ask for your thoughts on anything magic related. You could say I look up to you alot."

A chuckle escapes his lips.

"But most importantly, I think you're someone I can call a friend."