𝖍𝖊𝖝 @hex-the-cryptid - Tumblr Blog

Hey, it’s been a while.

Anyway my accounts are

@hex-the-cryptid @hex-your-hubby & @hex-is-goblin

But all 3 r gonna be out of commission if you will, bc I don’t really see any use for them when I could very well just have a blog that is all 3, which is what I’m going to do.

This blog (prev @hex-is-goblin ) is gonna be changed a lot for my comic!! I’ve been writing/working on it since about 2017 so I am very very excited to finally start making it. This will essentially be where I upload progress/random art/ & promote the episodes.

Another thing! I am changing my name to Todd, but you can still call me Hex, it’s just being reverted to my pen name :)

snailspng

Trinkets from my home as PNGs, part 3.

(1. Chunk of amber, 2. Petrified pomegranate, 3. Picture frame with postcard by Nicoletta Ceccoli, 4. Wooden hen-shaped box, 5. Trinket shelf, 6. Isopod gashapon toy, 7. Water agate sphere, 8. Some old lady in a car picture frame (I don't know her but thinks she looks delightful), 9. Jar of chamomile, misspelled.)

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Peter Holliday

grimelords

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.

valtsv

hex-is-vexxed

It’s October :3

lousdaughter

also those who can see moon from their bedroom windows- how does it feel to be Her favourite?

thiscatisonfire

lovethedanielhd

Im sorry

talonabraxas

“The Black Poet” touched by the ClayshaperOriginal piece by Jean-Léon Gérôme in 1888.

Haunt me and I’m gonna be your problem

#anger post #angerdriven

grundoonmgnx

Javier Mayoral, The Motel and the Iguana, 2021

Acrylic on panel, 8 x 9.5 in.

mooncustafer

I googled Mayoral and all his stuff is like this (though sometimes with more sex):

glisteringlord

hex-the-cryptid

what

outofcontext-comics

It’s that time of year, again!

normal-horoscopes

There are free girlfriends in the haunted lake

nest-deactivated20181209

i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths

lostalive

A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.

johannesviii

In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.

antique-scarecrow

i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved

siwrenn

One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something

squided

When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you

kortzite

conk-creet

this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot

one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment

i-am-goblin

I almost always have intrusive thoughts of “i wanna go home.” And its usually while im laying in bed. This has been happening ever since i was a kid and i still wonder where “home” is

its-puppydoll

Once had a day where I was repeatedly aghast to realize that I only had one set of hands. I cracked my knuckles and went to crack my other knuckles, obviously I only have one set of hands but it was very distressing for a bit before I realized I have always had one pair

The next time I was painting my nails and the same thought occurred

Absolutely no fucking clue why we all have experienced such strange “this soul has had many forms” moments. It intrigues me so deeply that in the exact moment it happens we all seem to think nothing of it, it is reality for that second but then we come out of it and think “wHAT IN THE FUCK!???”

hex-the-cryptid

((meant to post this here))