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PINNED. MOTH ./. HEX of MONSTER PROM ./. 22 ! RULES wip .
thinkin abt makin hex their own main blog
ugh. hard choice.
. : OWL HOUSE AU : .
—: palisman carved from a cursed living tree, the trapped curse themself alienates from their benign coma within woodland and transfer into oddly shaped and malformed palisman. instead of transforming like one should, palisman now houses hex almost like an artifact. a failed carving, and an undervalued curse; the perfect pair, the perfect home. now they, along with their carving, reside adrift in the market sea — being passed down person to person as a "rare find" or "wandering palisman".
Homemade Bagels
. : @piinkypromised --
huh . weird place , weird cave . definitely not intended for their amulet to have been discarded into . hex barely even realized the rock they had fallen propped against was no rock , but a celestial tablet . vexed cloud slowly apparates from the sides of cursed artifact , hand coming to itch at their head’s temple . odd , had aaravi slept too long during a long rest in between combats , or had they simply . . . tick tock , tick tock . . . long obnoxious drawls of a grandfather clock chime throughout the cave , echoes and pangs its counts of a second , a minute , an hour .
eugh ! that’s gonna give them SUCH a migraine . hex floats across floor , smooths along rocky underbelly of cave’s bottom as they sprawl out and nestle in like this was their new home ; not that they’re complaining ! it isn’t until they hear a giggle , an unfamiliar one , that they perk back up . eyes are cast about expectantly , looking for foreign source of giddiness . . . was someone else trapped in here ? hungry and alone (?) , hex lifts back to their mist - like height , brows raised and confusion etched across cursed brow .
“ hello ? yo , anyone there ? i don’ mean no trouble b’ in in UR lil slice ‘a heaven , ig my ROOMIE ended up tossin’ me durin’ a rager ln . ” aaravi DOES suck with holding down her booze. she probably ended up throwing her necklace off during a wild time , no doubt polly brought the boombox . how hard did that little hecate party ? jeez .
“ W H O A ! ” hex barely has time to convene with their thoughts before a shadow skitters across cavern wall , earning a shocked little shout from monstrous murk . “ who tf r U ??? ”
slept awful , feel awful , yet here i am . eating a poppy bagel for breakie . can’t wait for work today .
New York Style Bagels Recipe
Easy Homemade Vegan Bagels
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oh zamn girl , is it steamy in here or is aaravi in a big baggy shirt and ‘pincushion panties’ ( +5 BOLDNESS ) suddenly smokin’ ? hex barely manages to let their gaze wander adrift on her primal form before the crumbs of sesame seeds scatters against her kitchen table , the roommates’ agreed sleeping quarters for leaving hex’s amulet unattended overnight . seeing how the lull of drowsiness slugs the adventurer across the cabin floor to the cabinets in which she retrieves a glass ( for the mortal sin of hydration no doubt ! ) urges hex to at LEAST swallow back the lump in their throat and beg the question .
“ zaaaaang , ‘ravi . who tore your orc blood fantasy a new one ln ? you b lookin like sum horni fucc ravaged ur lil hips all up n good . either ur blissin out from some kickass wet dream ORRRRRR u jus slept gucci . ”
even if they’re not interested in the frivolities of sex or gettin’ their groove on outside of the funky “sex is funny” or flirt games , hex has one job in this cursed life , and that’s being aaravi’s hype train . cloud amicably ( and shockingly ! ) relieves practiced bagel - tossing hand of its remaining few bites , amulet left only close enough so they can trail over and lean above aaravi’s shoulder like some dope clueless enough to peep a look . any gaps down there ? c’mon , there’s GOTTA be a juicy cleavage shot ; make this like one of those cheesy pornos . LET A THEY / THEM PERCEIVE SOME TANNED TITTIES , YOU MERCILESS GOD .
@weirdbunch : 💭 + Mortality/Mortals
that’s honestly a kind of difficult one to really touch on . i mean , hex themself are an immortal curse with nothing really going on other than possessing their amulet’s wearer , so mi casa es tu casa is essentially their outstanding motto . your body ? haha , you mean OUR body . and damn we look sexy .
the only reason they haven’t gone totally rogue or “complete fucking cycle - path” is because they’re attached to aaravi . imagine aaravi being like their rock in a hard place ; no morals , no self preservation , only chaotic impulsive thoughts being thrown out to the wind without a stand - alone seasoned adventurer to take the blows and nurse a more adhered and approachable method to “quite literally blowing up the cheese block with cola and mentos like a c4 bomb” .
i don’t necessarily think hex is a dangerous free - thinker , but as someone who canonically knows SMILE DOG and curses people willy - nilly for shits and giggles - or to simply help them accomplish their goals , heavy air - quotes on “no strings attached” , i’d like to assume hex is ALMOST amoral , or at least chaotic - neutrally aligned .
𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.
“ morning bagel has been eaten - sesame with cream cheese ; a delicacy for any cursed artifact . boutta nibble an edi for the full kick . ”
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oh . “ hey ‘ravi . literally jus hit hour fifteen , zooted and cruisin a bad one . got any junk i can nosh on ? ”
it is illegal to be mad at me for simple mistakes rn (playful) ? i’ve had around 75 mgs in total , one 50 mg ln , and two nibbles of a 10 mg and 15 mg earlier . i’m still vibin out , ngl .
READ IT IT’S MIRANDA RIGHTS !
She follows them as they move. Her head is righted again, only to turn around and watch them over her shoulder, her neck creating a smooth curve to look behind herself. One of the many benefits of having such a long neck, lined with muscle and reinforced as could be. At any moment, Miranda could simply look behind herself, and there was very little to be done about it.
“But… seaweed is a terrible food? I am not following here, so much.” She doesn’t mean to be a downer, and she’s trying not to be. Still smiling, still believing Hex. It’s just… well, the obligate carnivore doesn’t exactly have high opinions of just another species of algae. Not to mention how Miranda still hadn’t ever been properly sighted actually eating, and any time anyone did spot such a thing, it was always her serfs eating for her. Not a crumb to touch her own lips.
“Likewise, I believe I have been the one to kill all of my exes!” Fantastic, Miranda, wonderful tidbit to drop into a conversation. “But if you are so insistent, I suppose there is no harm in trying such a thing? Perhaps it should help me understand better!”
to say the delight that ebbs across their features is any less than miraculous would be a crude understatement . hex billows with fueled stimulant that oozes a foul odor , far too sweet like a mellower . . . their stench would often burn the nostril hairs off of any land dweller , but for swimmer like miranda ? it’s just a weak perfume spritz . fists furl and bounce at the academy award winning offer the princess counters with , the curse giddy with ambition to see the doughy plume of a bagel’s yeasty rise get deflated by the iron fist of a fishy tyrant .
“ aw man , mimi . this is ballin n turnin out 2 b one of the COOLEST things ‘m gonna see this summr . ”
are they hype ? hell yeah ! no amount of damien stab competitions or doping up with polly can rival watching miranda beating the tar out of a bagel . don’t worry , they can’t feel anything .
HOLY SESAME SEEDS !
Miranda, ever the master of focusing on the right thing, tilts her head to the side ( it’s puppy-dog cute, one fin flopping over the top of her head and the other hanging low, lopsided with those big blue eyes ) and asks — “But ‘bagel’ only has one ‘a’ in it?”
Still, the way they’re talking about it is terribly curious to Miranda, which is what gets her head to tilt to the other side. Her fins switching position, still one raised over the top of her head, and the other below her. Her arms are pulled back to her chest, held close, in what is otherwise a neutral position for them to rest in. Lots of things are strange with Miranda, but that’s what happens, when she’s so horizontal, forced to walk like something saurian, rather than the up-and-down pole of her companions. Not that she’s particularly good at the bipedal walk, unlike what she most closely resembles, but that’s just further proof of the point. She’s made for places and tasks far, far distant from here.
“Okay, I shall bite. What is so special about punching a bagel? What am I missing?”
audible gasp ! “ what’s so special !? mimi , where do i evn START ? ”
noxious cloud glides through thin mountainside air to leer close and hang off merwoman’s shoulder , the sharp prowess of scales and spines line bones catching mesh shoes under the water . yikes , gonna wanna stray clear from prodding an eye out .
“ bagels r bae , miranda . they’re like the weed of the sea , except baked in an oven . pure , pearled glistnin sheen of crisply bakd dough ???? augh , i’d KILL jus 2 bite a fresh one . ” oh , but where’s the fun with biting ? “ the real shit starts when u throw the 1st punch . boom , bagels b clappin back harder than ur ex or when they went for the kill . ”