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[kittyt-hexxed]

hey babes 😄

Hope you're doing alright- sorry you're sick!

Just messaging you bc my birhtday is tmrw aand i was wondering if i could maybe get a birthday fic?

If not that's completely fine, ur health is ur priority and i understand that!

It doesn't have to be anything special, maybe just something from your drafts abt one of the arcane women?

Thanks either way!

Stay safe, feel better and have a beautiful week 😙

-Zee

Author Note: Happy Birthday, Zee! I’ve noticed your constant support and I wanted to say thank you! I do notice when people are active with my posts. This was sitting in my drafts wondering if it’d see the sun, and now it has the chance. Funnily enough, it has an underlying birthday theme, so I thought it’d be perfect! Once again, Happy Birthday! 😘 ~Kit

Nefarious Negotiations

Warnings: Deputy Chief!Reader - Inappropriate use of work hours, Making Out, Sexual Tension, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Subtle Strip Tease, Degradation, Strap-On use, Choking, Visible Bruises, Secret Walk of Shame, Sevika pockets your panties

Summary: On the night of your birthday, Marcus begs you to negotiate on his behalf for the release of a newbie Enforcer that got in trouble. Annoyed, you head into the Undercity to meet up with Silco, only to find out you’re meeting with Sevika instead. The meeting rapidly takes a turn when the sexual tension between you two becomes too much to handle.

You were internally cursing out Marcus for sending you into Zaun so late at night. You had filed away the last of your reports for the evening when your boss and best friend barged into your office. From the look on his face, you knew this was going to be a late night. You were already mourning the birthday cake you’d been thinking about all day. That was intensified when he begged you to do some bargaining on his behalf. Apparently, a new recruit had gotten too cocky and ran their mouth in the wrong company. He had to go home to his sick daughter and as his Deputy Chief, it’s up to you to pick up where he left off. Naturally, you agreed even if it was your birthday, but this wasn’t how you imagined spending it.

You and Marcus were childhood friends and you joined the Academy three years after he did. Because of your diplomacy, Grayson had you working closely with the Councilors and higher-ups, so you weren’t involved with regular civilians. You were the one Marcus came to after what happened, and you tossed him out of your apartment in your anger. If it wasn’t for his sweet little daughter at home, they would’ve been burying another body. But, you knew he couldn’t function without you, so you ended up getting involved to keep things from going to shit.

The other Enforcers knew you were a force to be reckoned with. If you caught them slacking off or acting in a manner unfit for an Enforcer, you’d tear them a new one. They were, rightfully, scared of you. No one could understand how someone as kind as you could have a mean bone in your body. Marcus’ meetings with Silco were usually held at night, as he didn’t want people to get caught up in this scandalous situation. So, that didn’t change with this one.

The two bodyguards outside the building stare at you as you approach. Your Enforcer uniform was a bit different from the others. Since you work closely with high society, your uniform was altered to fit in as requested by the Councilors. Thigh-high boots, a shorter skirt on your dress that skims the top of your boots, and a ribbon in your hair. High society wasn’t as proper as they liked to have others believe. You caught many of them staring at your ass or trying to coax you into bed with them. Some especially sly woman caught you at the end of your shift when it wouldn’t be improper to invite you over for some wine. When you came here, you knew ahead of time so you wore the traditional uniform, not this one.

“Back without your boss, sidekick?” One of the guards sneers, crossing his arms over his chest. You roll your eyes at the stupid nickname.

“I’m here as a replacement for this meeting. Personal reasons. Who’s waiting for me?” You put a hand on your hip.

“Sevika. Silco’s out on personal matters.” The other guard chimes in, “She’s on the floor. Poker tables.” They open the doors for you and you wave them off. ‘I guess this is a meeting for the right-hands, huh? This is shit better go smoother than the ones between our bosses. It’s like pulling teeth listening to those two negotiate.’ All eyes are on you the moment you step into the building. It’s not hard to find Sevika, who’s lounging around the poker table with a drink. You make eye contact with her as you approach, the others scattering with a wave of her hand. She was a woman you respected and had sexual tension with. How couldn’t you? Sevika is unfairly attractive and you knew all about Silco’s right-hand woman… maybe a bit too much from your personal research. Even as you take a seat, you don’t break eye contact with her. If you did, you’d be a puddle from her muscles alone. You didn’t see women of Sevika’s physique in Piltover, and there was something about those muscles of hers that did it for you. You weren’t shy to admit to yourself that you were fantasizing about her when you were in bed.

“So I guess we're both here picking up our bosses' slack.” You muse, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your hand.

“That we are.” Sevika says casually, “So let’s get to business… One of your little newbies was saying some shit in the wrong company. He got jumped, they beat the crap out of him and one of my crew kindly interfered before they could choose to kill him.” She takes a drink and your eyes follow the small movement of her throat as she swallows. You didn’t even think it was possible to have such a muscular neck. You tsk, feeling annoyance rise through you along with something else. You hated those aggrogant little shits who thought being an Enforcer meant they could run their mouths. When you get your hands on this guy, he’ll be target practice so he learns to watch himself.

“Something tells me he deserved it.” You click your tongue, crossing your arms, “But, thank you for stepping in even though it wasn’t from the kindness of your heart… What are you looking for in return? It has to be something we can legally provide.” You uncross your legs, only to recross them the other way. Sevika’s eyes had flickered down as you did, catching a glimpse of your garter. It was your subtle way of celebrating your birthday while working.

“What’s an Enforcer like you doing wearing a garter underneath an outfit like that?” Sevika smirks slyly, “That’s not a uniform I’m familiar with, or are you a fake Enforcer for tonight?” You can’t help but blush slightly at the implication. While you’ve gotten many flirty remarks thrown at you in this, no one has ever equated you to a stripper. ‘Not that I mind her comparing me to one…’

“I’m not a fake Enforcer.” You clear your throat, turning your head to hide your blush, “This is my normal uniform. I work with Piltover’s high society and my real bosses had some… adjustments. The garters are my special addition for today.”

“You must be quite the attention whore to wear those, knowing that people will be staring.” Sevika’s eyes are predatory as she takes in your outfit, “Wanting all eyes on you, hm? Even when you’re wearing the normal uniform, you can’t help but flaunt yourself.” Her silver irises practically glow in the light when they meet yours. You swallow, feeling the heavy sexual tension between you two that kept you distracted in past meetings. Sevika was never one to hide her admiration of your body, blatantly eyeing you in close quarters. Your bosses were hilariously oblivious to you two eye fucking each other every meeting. But, this is the first time you’re alone and able to speak your minds. Sevika was definitely taking advantage of it. You’re a bit flustered that your clit tingles from her degrading words. No one had the balls to speak to you like that. Not in your position, and hearing them come out of her mouth was oddly arousing. ‘Focus. This is supposed to be a negotiation. I can’t let my task get derailed by my horny thoughts.’

“What I want is to know your price so I can get home.” You ignore what she says, “So name it.”

“Hm, I could ask for anything in return… so, my price is you.” Sevika says silkily, catching you by surprise, “I want those pretty garters of yours on display while I fuck you on the pool table.” Your jaw drops open from shock as you stare at her with wide eyes. You weren’t expecting that to be what she asked for. You thought it’d be money, access to something they needed, or that she’d even try to sway you into doing something illegal. Not… sex with you!

“I-I-I…” You shake your head to clear your mind, “I’m sorry? Did you say that you want to fuck me?” Her words rattle around in your mind. I want those pretty garters of yours on display while I fuck you on the pool table. ‘Holy shit, that’s hot.’ You bite your lip. ‘That sounds really fucking hot.’

“You heard me.” Sevika smirks, confidently leaning back in her chair, “I’m well aware of you eyeing me during previous meetings, and I can’t say I haven’t done that to you either. So let’s cut this tension, Deputy Chief. Right here, right now. You’re welcome to say no, although, I’m sure that’s not what you want.” You’ve been dying to take a bite out of Sevika for months, and now she’s putting the offer on the table. Literally. When was the last time you had a woman be so shamelessly direct about fucking you?

“Here?” You raise an eyebrow, glancing around the building to see that the rest of Sevika’s gang is still hanging out. There was no way they didn’t hear her proposition, but they continued drinking and talking. The guards from earlier had even come inside and were drinking by the bar. You’d be lying if you didn’t acknowledge the way your body immediately came alive at the prospect. What in the Gods’ names is wrong with you? Getting so turned on at the very mention of Sevika fucking you in front of her crew? That shouldn’t even be on your mind right now. You’re technically still on the clock so everything should be strictly business, not… this! But the thought of finally getting your hands on that woman, cutting the suffocating tension between the two of you in such an indecent way made your pussy burn.

“Where else?” Sevika quirks a brow, “Unless being fucked in public is below a proper woman like you.” She finishes off whatever was in her glass, placing it down with a dull thud. You stare at her, that suffocating tension almost too much to handle as you make your decision. You stand up, rounding the table to stand over her. If you were about to let her fuck you, you were going to have some fun beforehand.

“A proper woman like me?” You purr, dragging your finger down her chest, “Would a proper woman do this?” You keep your eyes trained on Sevika’s face as you undo the belt around your waist. The click makes her eyes flick to your face, but they’re back to following your hands. You undo one button at a time, exposing your chest, your stomach, then your hips before you slide the dress off. You relish in the way her eyes darken, as you sway your hips to the music and her hands come up to caress your thighs before she’s grabbing your ass.

You smirk at the - for once - speechless woman and say nothing as you take a few steps towards the pool table, whirling around to hop up onto it and spread your legs, “Come on then… or is fucking someone in public below a woman like you?” You taunt her. You were trying to hide behind a confident facade but your heart was pounding in your chest. This wasn’t like anything you’ve done before, but you felt like it was something you’ve been secretly wanting. The look on Sevika’s face showed that she was completely into it.

“Look at you. Showing yourself off like some kind of prized slut.” You watch with bated breath as she stands and stalks towards you, “Is that what you are?” Every step closer to you made you shiver in anticipation. You didn’t know how to respond to her or even if she was looking for a response.

Sevika’s hand is around your throat the moment she’s close enough. She pulls you into a rough kiss, teeth biting at your lip and forcing you to part your lips for her. As her tongue enters your mouth, you can feel the cool metal of her hand slip up your thigh and hook your panties. The hand around your throat vanishes to grab the other side of your panties. You can feel her pulling them off, so you lift your ass allowing her to slide them down your thighs. The cold air against your heat sends a shiver up your spine, but that’s ignored in favor of her metal fingers playing with your slit. The kiss is broken by you tilting your head back to let out a moan. The feeling of the smooth metal rubbing against your slit was strange in a good way.

“Tell me what you want.” Sevika demands, her fingers teasingly dipping inside for a brief moment.

“Fuck me, damn it.” You whine desperately, “I’ve waited months to get my hands on you.”

“Months?” Sevika chuckles as she undoes her belt, “No wonder you’re so eager to be fucked. I bet you’ve been thinking about this at night.” If it was even possible, you could swear that you got wetter when your eyes caught a glimpse of the thick, black strap she was packing. Your lips parted to answer her, but a surprised gasp leaves your lips instead when her hand closes around your throat, squeezing tightly as she pushes you down onto the table.

“I guess I’ve got to give the slut what she’s begging for.” Sevika sighs as if the thought of her fucking you was a chore, but the wicked smirk on her lips said otherwise. There’s no hesitation as she snaps her hips forward and the strap sinks into you. Her grip on your thigh is painful and sure to leave a bruise, but it keeps you in place as she bottoms out. An impressed whistle leaving her lips as your cunt takes all of her. Her grip on your throat eases up with the next thrust and you greedily take in some air before it’s knocked out of you. She doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust and you’re scrambling to steady yourself, choosing to grab her arm.

“Wait! Se- Vika!” You choke out between her thrusts, wanting her to slow down. Your body jolts from a particularly hard thrust that has you whimpering.

“No.” Sevika grunts, not giving you a moment of respite, “I’ve waited months to get you beneath me. I’m not taking my time with you.” If you weren’t already soaked, that would’ve been the reason you’d be. Sevika had been thinking about this, too. She was just as eager to have you under her as you were to be at her mercy. You spent various nights imagining how she’d fuck you as your fingers desperately tried to ease the ache. You were not disappointed to learn that your own imagination failed you on just how skilled Sevika was. There was something torturous in the way her hips snapped forward but pulled back so the strap dragged against your walls. You knew it wasn’t because of the size, but that she knew how to use it. You were ashamed to admit that the Piltoven women you’ve slept with didn’t have half of the skill that she was weilding.

“Who would’ve thought Marcus’ second-in-command was such a whore.” Sevika hisses as the head of the strap hits your cervix, “You like being fucked like this don’t you?”

“Not- Ah! Usually!” You moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Just- you.” The mocking laugh that leaves her lips has you clenching around the strap. You just confirmed to her that she’s the only one to get you in a position like this. That must’ve been an ego boost.

“Did you hear that?!” Sevika’s grin is wide and cocky as she addresses the people in the room, “She’s only a whore for me!” The whistles and cat-calls from within the room remind you that you’re not alone. There were eyes on you and they weren’t just Sevika’s. Other people were watching you take her strap, watching as your nails dig into the arm around your throat when she tightens her grip. They could hear the lewd sounds coming from your pussy as she drilled into you. Sevika wanted you so badly that she didn’t care who was watching her, and you found that unbelievably sexy.

“I am.” You groan, “Only- FUCK!” You scream as she lifts your hips, hitting your g-spot in a way that makes you see stars. Your breathing is uneven, but that doesn’t stop you from rambling about how good she’s fucking you. This was inappropriate for a woman in your position, and imagine the scandal if someone topside caught wind of it. But, the heady mixture of praise and derogatory words coming from Sevika’s mouth had you disregarding that. You begged her to fuck you harder, trying to move your own hips even though you couldn’t.

“What was that?” Sevika purrs, “I couldn’t hear you from the filthy sounds leaving your mouth.” You knew it was a trick question from the way she squeezed your neck. But, you couldn’t respond to her properly, even if she allowed you to. She answered your request and fucked you harder, effectively making your mind go blank. All you could think about was the unrelenting wave of pleasure that had you writhing under her. Not even the lack of air could keep you from thinking about her. You weren’t even sure when your first orgasm happened, only remembering her making fun of how fast you came for her.

You had no sense of time, no sense of anything really when Sevika finally let you go. You slowly lift yourself off of the pool table as the dizziness clears up. The wetness of the table beneath you has you blushing heavily when you see how much of a mess you made. You almost didn’t believe that the small puddle on the floor was because of you.

Sevika helped you down before lighting one of her cigars, “Your little newbie will be returned tomorrow morning.” She takes a drag, slowly exhaling as you nod absentmindedly. It takes you longer than usual to get back into your dress as you try not to wobble in your heels. Sevika had sat back into her chair, putting her legs up as she smoked. You could tell she liked watching you struggle to get into your clothes almost as much as she liked you getting out of them.

“It was pleasant negotiating with you.” You say breathlessly, trying to calm your heartbeat as you take a deep breath. Sevika nods, smirking around her cigar and you take that as your que to leave. You turn around and duck your head, blushing, when you see the smirks everyone else is giving you. They give you cat-calls and complement your performance as you walk past them. They all watched you get railed by their boss and even they were smug about it.

You pick up the pace, wanting to get out of The Last Drop before Sevika decides she wants a second round. You personally wouldn’t mind, but you had to consciously remind yourself how to walk so you didn’t want to find out what you’d be like after that. Your hand is on the handle when Sevika calls your name. You turn to her, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Happy birthday.” Is all she says. Your eyes widen in disbelief, but a dopey grin crosses your face. It looks like she researched about you, too. You nod at her before opening the door and walking out. By the time you realized your skirt felt a bit breezier than normal, you were already back topside.

~

Enforcers scramble out of your way when they see you striding through the halls with a scowl on your face. You just finished berating that foolish newbie for getting himself into trouble, and you had no sympathy when he begged you not to place him on leave. Until he was able to, his badge was revoked and he’d be placed on target duty. As in, he’d be the live practice dummy for students in the Academy. While he’d be wearing protective gear, paintballs still hurt.

You close the door to your office and wince as you sit down. Your night with Sevika apparently decided to follow you into the day. It wasn’t as bad as the night before, but you were still feeling your intimate areas more than you should. There was also a visible bruise in the shape of her hand around your throat. Your ascot and neckline only hide so much of it, and if someone was looking for marks on your body they’d see it. That thought alone made you nervous when Marcus came into your office.

“I’m so sorry about last night, Y/n. Ren had a fever and I had to be there for her.” Marcus sighs, smoothing his hair back in agitation. He places a gift bag down on your desk that you move closer to yourself.

“It’s fine, Marc.” You put down your pen, “Things went smoothly. The newbie is back as you can see.” You motion to the door.

“What did Silco want in exchange? Please tell me it’s nothing too out there.”

“Silco? Nothing. He wasn’t there. Apparently, he was out on some personal matters as well.” You shrug, “I was negotiating with Sevika.”

“Sevika?!” Marcus hisses in surprise. His eyes frantically scan over you and you flinch when they widen, “Is that a bruise around your neck?! Did she do that to you?!” He rushes over to you and you slap his hands away.

“Hey, hey! Personal space!” You snap, “I’m fine, Marcus! She didn’t do anything to me, so stop being a mother hen.” You huff and grab the gift bag as he slumps into the chair across from you, “We only negotiated and things went-” You freeze. You had pushed aside the tissue paper to see what the gift was and a dark blue, sexy Enforcer set laid there.

“Marcus?” You say slowly, your cheeks heating up, “Where did you get this gift?” You reach for the little card in the bag, suddenly feeling a bit warmer than normal.

“One of the officers handed it to me. Said it was dropped off for you as a late birthday gift by a friend of yours.” He sits up in the chair, “Why?”

“Nothing. I was just curious.” You flash him a smile, going back to the note left behind. ‘Wear this the next time you’re coming by for negotiations.’

“I can tell something is wrong, don’t lie to me.” Marcus says sternly. ‘Fuck, why does my boss also have to be my best friend? Is there any way I can get out of this without talking about it?’

“So anyway…” You cough awkwardly, Marcus still staring at you, “Negotiations went smoothly and Sevika asked for something simple in exchange. You don’t have to worry about it, as I’ve taken care of it.” You smile at him, hoping he’ll take the bait.

“Y/n.” Marcus deadpans.

“Marcus.” You nod.

“What are you hiding?” He crosses his arms.

“Nothing!” You chirp, tucking the bag into the bottom drawer of your desk, “Shouldn’t you be going back to your Chief duties?”

Marcus narrows his eyes at you before sighing, “…You had sex with her, didn’t you?” The question coming out more as a statement.

“…Yes.” You smile cheekily, feeling embarrassed that he’s not even surprised. The look Marcus gives you is a mixture of exasperation and resignation. Little did you know, Silco was giving Sevika the same look.

#sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika smut #sevika arcane #enforcer reader #hexxed replies

[fakesimp]

Could I request having a first kiss with Hex please?

A Kiss, With Hex Haywire

Warning !

Fluff ; Established Relationship

A/n !

To see a Hex request, is quite surprising ( in a good way )..

➶◜◝➴

It is night time, he was just finished streaming, still in the room though, meanwhile you, you're at the shared bedroom, playing with your phone.

Scrolling through social medias, looking through fanarts, or perhaps, fics? Novels? Anything that could get the boredom away.

After awhile, you finally heard a familiar voice ringing through your ear, you look up to see your lover, fun fact both of you just dated a week ago.

Both of you haven't done much other than holding hands and kisses on the forehead and cheeks, he told you that if you couldn't take too much affection both of you can start slow.

It has been a week and he had been so, patient with you. And the amount of times he had praise you for your work, making you all flustered.

One time you got yourself hurt by accident, man went rushing to you and asked you where did you got hurt.

He'll take you to the couch, to tend the wound. He'll insist on taking care of you.

You were preparing yourself mentally the past few days, for what? To take the first step on taking first initiative.

And that day is today.

. . .

"Baby.." He called out as he closes the door of your shared bedroom, joining you on the bed he leaned and rest his head on your shoulder, you gently ran your fingers through his hair locks. Earning a satisfied hum coming from him, "I miss you" he whispered, you put your phone away and held his hand, playing with his fingers.

"I miss you too Hex" You replied as you continue playing with your finger, heart beating faster each second that pass.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, usual conversation between you two every night. Once both of you know what to eat, he'll either order them or help you cook them.

Tonight you both decided to order takeouts, as you both waited for your food to arrive, you both settled in the bed watching a movie.

You were so distracted, keep on glancing towards him. And you thought he didn't notice? He does. He just kept quiet, but after multiple times. He finally looked at you with a curious glint, "Is there something you want to say, baby?" He asked as he brush his hand against yours.

"Ah.. uh.." You looked away upon getting caught red handed, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, you started fiddling with your fingers.

"...ss.." He raised a brow, he barely heard what you said. "I'm sorry, but can you repeat that" He asked you and you look up at him, even more flustered. "... Nevermind" you said looking away, now he's left hanging by you.

"I-" He stared, blinking multiple times as he tried to figure out what you're trying to say. Until he noticed how you bit your lower lip, in frustrated.

Ah.

A kiss? He pondered as he then reach out his hand under your chin, turning your face towards him. "Don't do that" he whispered, making you snap back to reality. "Oh, I- I'm sorry-" You apologized, he chuckled softly.

He then leaned closer to you, your breath hitched as he leaned even closer and closer. Your noses brush against each other, lips inches away from each other.

But then he pulled away, letting out a small laugh, "Sorry, I thought it was what you want." He said, you are, disappointed.

And out of frustration, you pulled him by the collar and kissed him, for only a few seconds before pulling away, flustered. You hide yourself under the blanket, leaving your dumbfounded lover staring at you who's hiding. "..Baby" he called out, you felt the bed shifted slightly as he moved closer to you.

And within a blink, you're no longer under the blanket, instead you're now in his arms. His chest pressed against your back, you can feel his heart beating so fast.

"You, ..You really.." He whispered, but instead of finishing his sentence, he just buried his face at your nape. You can feel his breath, that it made your body shiver slightly. "M, Me?" You repeated, "You're driving me crazy." He let out a small growl as he hugged you tighter, "I can't believe you're mine"

Both of you stayed in that position for quite awhile, you turned facing him, "Hex-" "Hm?" He stared at you, curious.

"I love you"

His eyes widen slightly, but then he kissed your forehead, "I love you too baby.."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here we go ! Another ask has been answered ! I hope you like this anon ! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

( 6/10 )

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #hex haywire x reader #hex haywire #fakesimp replies

[hexavexen]

(( Continued from HERE w/ @mc-survivalist-steven ))

#reply #hex #steven #hex has a new outfit in rotation! #it's a lot like his earlier outfit just makes him seem a bit more mature! #hex's treehouse adventure #i hope the new dashboard doesn't make this look awful

[hexedbug]

i really like pooltoys, not as a fetish thing, i just think they're silly. it's so hard out here

#i said this already in a reply thread somewhere but it needed its own post #where are the sfw pooltoy enjoyers #hexed says

[stealingyourbones]

*Gently places a large wooden crate that’s contents sound like shifting sand in front of you.*

Dermestid beetles to clean the fresh bones… enjoy.

Well… you know how Ghosts hair and clothes get colour swapped? And how some people like to think of Danny getting white streaks in his hair as Fenton from his ghost half leaving a mark on his human one or black strands in his ghost hair from the human influence?

*Takes out two strawberry kiwi surf capri suns, hands you one*

That with Liminal Jazz getting bright blue highlights running through her hair. Either as a colour that shows when the light hits her hair or like those Hot Huez hair chalk colorers.

*Stabs straw in capri sun pouch*

Pairing the light hitting color change with Anger Management would make for a really poetically described first meeting.

Just theater and poetry nerd Jason Todd meeting the embodiment of his teenage poetic first meetings mixed with the ability to knock out a full grown man.

*Sips capri sun*

I’m not the best at writing dramatic or idealistic descriptions but I’m thinking things along the lines of: “The rare Gotham sunlight fell on her making her teal eyes sparkle and causing the woman’s bright sunrise colored hair to glow with an ethereal blue hue.” I hope that gives you a idea of what creatures are scurrying through my gray matter currently.

*Finishes capri sun*

Well, uh, enjoy the beetles. Sorry I didn’t bring any bones. I’ll bring you something from the largest currently living deer species next time.

*Scuttles away after putting the empty capri sun in the bin*

ty for the beetles I shall put them with the others. they'll now have new friends :)

For some reason the idea that Jazz has bright teal highlights reminded me of the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo and I don't have a single damn clue why.

I love this a lot tho. Just various bits of their ghostiness bleeding through to their human side and visa versa.

#im a hEX GIRLLLLL and im gonna put a spell on yoUUUUUUUU #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

[cyanichexanthine]

Can prime cook tho, that's what I wanna know

You know for the longest time I couldn't think of how to respond to this (it's from the spaghetti ep where I mocked Rick's cooking ability oops)

But like honestly me too buddy. If we take tech autopilot cheats out of it and spaghetti people etc out of it. He's likely just as bad if not worse imo. Neither wins here.

Like in the rare occasion he didn't just get trash takeaway he would probably put something on and just straight up get distracted again and forget about it. He's the mouldy science experiment plate left in the microwave kind of roommate. He's probably pompeii'd fucking noodles. He's the makes warm cereal on the stove kind of guy just to fuck with you if he actually likes it or not. Everything self extinguishes for this reason. He makes you question deep hypotheticals such as does making pop tarts count as cooking? I don't honestly know how he and Rick survived tbh they ate like absolute trash I know it.

They're the same person. And that person still eats 99% rainbow marshmallow cereal for breakfast unless someone else cooks.

If Rick's specialty is canapes Prime's is probably something like battery acid or strange but good drinks (Would be cute if it was the opposite of canapes I.e. dessert end of things but I don't have that much faith in Prime making anything...not questionable. Maybe those mug cakes lmao)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#hexed rambles #asks #dayglomasochism #sorry for the late reply buddy my brain is static rn #I feel like he'd enjoy spicy/sour stuff too so if he did make something spicy prepare to die

[futureforged]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒. Curious how the sniper was going to respond to the small tidbit of banter tossed back his way like a rubber ball. Would he go with it? Nudge it back with a brightly beaming smile or back down? Try to explain his reasoning for it? Hard to say. The man had his moments of boldness, but often times it's the endearing way his honest nature seemingly slashed so effortlessly through. Instead of putting him off like he figured he'd have been . . . he was more amused, more endeared than anything.

Rare, considering, though he himself was often lumped into the category of hopeful, naïve dreamers being far too green to see the situation for what it really was - he held his own harshened edges. Ones that abrasively scratched when rubbed wrong, ones that very closely resembled the harsh scrape of glass clutched in a bare palm. A lurking willingness to defend ones self if needed if only because he does know how dark the world can get. Despite it, despite that known sharpness he could use, it was his determination to try tackling things with a more hopeful aim that he prided himself on pursuing. He knows intimately how hard it is to keep such a mindset steadily standing so strongly without so much as a waver.

So even as the other points out his own 'puppy face' the faltering expression that makes him look more 'pitiful' in some eyes, 'weak' in others, all it does is offer a strange sense of normalcy, something so mundane, familiar in a thankful way, he can't even bring himself to feign being upset. It's very easy to lean into the cheeky, mirroring playfulness shot his way.

❝ Yeah? ❞ He encourages in a drawn, taffy-slowed hum.

Peering between the others eyes, spotting the way his own visage reflected back at him in the lens' reflection in his goggles, Talis smiles wider in some victory when he spots the reddened hue splotching the edges of Blackstone's cheeks.

. . . Up until it's wiped clean from his face in a rare show of genuine surprise. His head twitches to the side at an odd angle, jerky, instinctive in his show of confusion, before it's quick to meld right into some form of warm amusement. ❝ Just your average heart throb — a real Casanova, you know that? Why's it always the sweet ones that have all the charm? ❞ He deflects with a laugh, breaking the stare with a lowered shake of his head. Stubborn, but admittedly, he's touched at the observation offered. His expectations were dashed in the strangest way possible . . .

Just another reason why he was more intrigued by the other. A gentle man caught & tangled up in all of this mess? All this violence? Even if their job was meant to help things get better, what was seen & what was done out there had a way of digging beneath your skin like maggots in a graveyard. He sighs, reaching up to scrub his hands over his face with a huffed sound. A tender heart didn't fare well out there, but despite that, Raymon proved to be a rare exception to that old belief.

❝ . . . Well . . . alright, thanks. ❞ Genuinely, even if he's shit with expressing it. ❝ You get more & more interesting the longer I know you. Not sure what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't that. Shame I can't say something back to you. ❞ A small gesture made to the donned goggles he still wears, brow arching high as his lips curl.

❝ Yours eyes are always hidden. ❞

*CONTINUED REPLY. 📨 ➤   @nightlyvisitor

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #nightlyvisitor #❝ you’re a new day rising ; you’re a brand new sky. ❞ . [ nightlyvisitor ] #◈ *virus hexed ( … ) resident evil verse #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // continued reply.

[themotherofhorses]

Did I miss something? Has alys’ actress been confirmed?

I hate her but I’ll defend that actress with my life

SHE HAS 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

my hate will forever be aimed at a*ys (never the actress bbygirl doesn’t deserve it) BUT FUCK A BITCH NAMED ALYS RIVERS

#vic’s asks and replies #preparing the hexes as we speak

[hexonthepeach]

happy 127 day to everyone who celebrates, i hope you all are doing well and staying warm and healthy. my gift today is the good news we're off hiatus and back to our regularly scheduled content posting beginning tomorrow.

i know it's been a few months but in addition to post-holidays burnout i've been dealing with some non-critical health issues that have made it difficult to do much so i appreciate your patience in waiting for new chapters

also have an exciting little personal project i'm committing to in february in an effort to post more reviews and fic praise/recs so stay tuned for that as well as birthday gifts for the bias line

love y'all 💚

#hex peach updates #im not dead but it does feel like coming back from it #thanks also to those who waited for asks/comment replies i basically took some time off altogether because my mental health was so bad #but we're working on that as well in 2024 #new year new me

[kittyt-hexxed]

I’m not trying to seduce you. Would you like me to seduce you ?

This sound always makes me think of vi

That is something Vi would say. She’s the flirty friend (intentionally and unintentionally) who loves making you blush or get flustered. And chances are you’re absolutely crushing on her because of it. When she finds out, she’s the cockiest little shit about it.

“I’m not trying to seduce you.” Vi shrugs.

“Yeah, well some of the things you say are… they aren’t things friends normally say to each other!” You huff and cross your arms, heat rising to your face.

“Would you like me to seduce you?” Vi questions huskily, pinning you to the nearest surface, “Because I can.”

“Vi!” You squeak, covering your face and making her laugh.

#hexxed replies #vi x reader #she’s is that kind of friend

[ask-vulcan-and-toby]

[throws apples at Vulcan] NOW YOU HAVE NO WAY OF PROTECTION OR ATTACK!!!

( M!A Illager Vulcan: 16 / ??? )

#minecraft #vulcan #hex #illager #vex #M!A #magic anon #ask reply

[hexavexen]

HEXAVEXEN ARC 2 - END.

Hex is temporarily unavailable for answering asks. Stay tuned for the intermission.

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#reply #hex #vulcan #you can still ask him stuff but I won't be answering with him for a short minute #what am I going to do? #you'll see. #teehee! #thank you for your patience and support <3 #Even though I just broke his heart

[hexcia]

Happy halloween!

-sweetheart anon

Happy Halloween

#ask #anon #.hex #I swear I replied to this already :??

[kollapsar]

I always love reading your tags about your dnd party, one of these days we’re gonna get a full explanation of what’s going on!!<3

Ahaha we've got pirates we've got international political intrigue we've got a custom wild magic table that's terrifying with a DM always encouraging we trigger it we've got timeloops and multifaceted gods we've got eldritch summoning mechanics that subtract from your max HP we got tragic motifs and foils but most importantly we LACK CONTEXT

One day, though! The hex crawl is one part of like three campaigns/a decade at this point because it's all the same world with interconnected stories and lore but it would be a worthy endeavor to untangle this whole thing. I know our DM has a blog (currently on break) with posts starting to unfold the first full campaign, 7-8 years or so ago, from his notes over at @errant-dm.

#replies #astralagomancer #thank you for your kind words <33333! #though i assure you that while the themes are immaculate they are all incredibly dumb of ass and have the goofiest conversations #dnd: hex crawl

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

What if I told you I'm the reason you got sick :) looks like the spell book worked. You will soon have multiple tragedies happen in your family! Have fun!

- somebody you used to know

this is actually the most pathetic message ive ever gotten LMAOOOOO

#ooo oooo im sooooo scared what do you want me to do ? cry ? you want me to cry and weep for mercy ? #shut uppp lmao get a life if youre still mad at me because ive totally forgotten about you #You're no bigger than my actual dog #and neither am I for openly insulting and bullying you #but at least I admit I'm pathetic. #You are far more pathetic than me in this current situation. #I hope you move on and get a life pal because I'm not worth it. #I'm just some kid with a better understanding of what not to say on the internet than you. #This didn't hurt my feelings at all and I WILL forget about this in about an hour #but just so you know #you're absolutely nothing for threatening somebody on the internet because I may have hurt your feelings. #chances are that if I was cruel to you #you did something to deserve it #but I admit that doesn't make me a bigger person in the slightest. #and yet I am not sorry because you decided to try and cast whatever stupid hex on me and my family. Thats still a threat and its a sad one #Good day #replies of the stars #anonymous

[avian-alchemist]

"Agent Black is one of our greatest and longest-serving agents. It's really been an honor, working near her presence."

"What worries me is that she might pass her own attitude about our faith down to her son. I know that her relationship with Chrome and some of my other coworkers is... difficult, and that this has probably given her a negative outlook on our faith, but I know she probably does believe and revere Him deep down..."

"Her son doesn't know her background. I know she'd never let him live a sinful life, but I worry that his faith won't be as deep as it needs to be. We both know what happens to people who aren't faith-driven enough: They fall into sin an we have to deal with them. The death of a child is a tragedy, but we cannot defy His will."

"I pray I'm wrong."

#neither heretic nor mechanic: agent copper #hexes and headaches #((sorry this is late and also incorrectly set up. I was having a bit of a moment)) #((I started a reply with Plague it got vaguely suggestive so I quickly deleted the post and let it sit for a day #and then I realized that Plague wasn't even one of the requested characters lel)) #child death tw #death mention tw