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hi hi!! i’m Hex ✨ 30+ | rper | fandom enjoyer | lover of cool weird little guys

this blog wasn’t supposed to be rp flavored but the universe said “lol sure it is,” so here we are.

fandom zones : dbd, d&d, fallout, bioshock, outlast trials, arcane/league, and SACD Sherlock. I have a few more and love anything horror!

Charaters I RP for: • DBD: the twins, the unknown, nea • L4D2: ellis (my boy) • Arcane: viktor • SCP: dr. laural, my researcher darling

always down for rp, crossovers, or just chatting about anything from lore to memes. I reblog a lot, I talk a lot, I love meeting people.

💌 dms open 🖤 discord: hexheathen

#dead by daylight #into post #inbox open #dbd roleplay #looking for roleplay #hexposting #about my blog

sealbug

HW as rodents

shrubdrawsalot

even if that means violin concerts at 4am and fights about cocaine on a regular basis

acrel-is-acrel

with killers only again... and a cute beetle :)

acrel-is-acrel

strawpage asks!!

i'm slow and still have gimmicks waiting... but feel free to send some!

fancypeanutmoon

Its basic but I am absolutely shipping Illari with Wuyang

la-di-doodles

Let’s take a moment to appreciate canon Sherlock Holmes

stationorbis

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A 25+ Multiverse Roleplay Server Applications now open!

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A drifting space station at the edge of the multiverse. A calm, curious crossroads for wanderers from every kind of world: heroes, outcasts, scientists, demons, soldiers, anomalies, and the people who just happened to fall through a rift at the wrong moment. Everyone gets a second chance.

͙͘͡★ Some of Our Current Fandoms & Characters

ARCANE — Viktor, Vi, Sevika, Jinx OVERWATCH — Ana Amari, Junker Queen, D.VA, Venture MARVEL — Peter Parker, Emma Frost HAZBIN HOTEL — Lucifer Morningstar

(And many more worlds waiting for you from Star Trek to Sons of Anarchy.)

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✔ Start with 2 muses, add more every 7 days with activity ✔ OCs allowed if tied to a fandom ✔ LGBTQ+ friends ✔ Active Friendly Mods > Server Invite

Plotting starting, In-character threads opening this weekend

strawberriesandsoup

Illari doesn't know how to handle affection 😅

doodling-robot

ok maybe not everything

river-of-wine

Bless my stupid Rapture life

arsont-t

#sinclairlosthislatinoprivilege

sirberz

my 2v8 matches with big old cowboy

She is a nightmare baby (OC ramblings)

I have gotten to RP my SCP researcher a lot and i keep thinking about her sweet SCP killer ex maxi so i had some silly ramblings and put it here so i can share - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Laural could not pinpoint the moment when exhaustion blurred into dissociation. One instant, she rifled through papers, her blinks so slow she forgot to reopen her eyes. The next, she found herself at the mirror, elbows braced on the sink, wavering as if she might collapse. Her reflection revealed someone desperate for sleep and caffeine. She exhaled and scrubbed her face.

“I look like a corpse.” Disgust and despair battled within her as her reflection smiled back, though she herself did not. Laural froze, cold terror knotting her stomach and trapping her breath. The reflection’s head tilted—slow, curious, and delayed—as if it contemplated her rather than merely mimicking. “…okay,” she murmured, struggling to suppress panic. “New low.” She raised her hand toward the glass, every muscle tensed with dread. Her reflection seized her first. A cold, unnaturally solid hand shot out, clamping around her wrist and dragging her forward. She yelped, heart pounding as the mirror shattered into black water, engulfing her and inverting her world.

She crashed onto metal flooring as lights flickered overhead. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and burnt machinery. No. Not again. She recognized the Foundation containment hall in a heart beat. Before she could recoil, warm breath traced her ear. “Hey, sweetheart,” a gravelly voice teased. “Miss me?” Laural spun, nearly stumbling. Maxi loomed behind her, pink and blue hair veiling one eye, dressed in shorts and a tank top, bare feet planted with ownership. That smirk. That lazy, syrupy menace. Laural’s pulse hammered. “Maxi… please. Don’t do this to me.”

“Aww, don’t do what, babe?” Maxi cooed, circling her in a slow, deliberate arc. “Don’t haunt you? Don’t tease you? Don’t remind you whose fault it was?” Laural retreated until her shoulders struck a cabinet. Maxi’s grin sharpened. “You think about me all the time.” Laural shook her head, her voice cracking. “You’re not real.” Maxi tapped her chin with one finger. “Real enough to hurt.” Laural slapped her hand away and bolted down the hall, but managed only four steps before Maxi flickered, reappearing in front of her like a glitch. A hand shot out, seizing her collar and yanking her back. Laural elbowed her, connecting with her shoulder. Maxi’s grin only widened. “She’s feisty tonight. Cute.”

Maxi slammed her onto a metal table, scattering instruments. “Stop—” Laural rasped, twisting upright. “You don’t have to do this.” “Sure, I do,” Maxi scoffed, grabbing her coat and hoisting her effortlessly. Laural kicked, shoved, and clawed, but Maxi barely moved. Her hair shifted, revealing the hidden eye—an insect-bright parasite glaring and pulsing beneath taut skin. Laural’s breath caught. “Maxi—” “Sweet, harmless little mouse,” Maxi purred, pulling her close enough for her breath to brush Laural’s face. “But do your new friends know what you did back home? All the D-Class you burned through? All the anomalies who begged while you scribbled notes?”

“That’s not— I didn’t— stop,” Laural whispered, her voice strained by shame and desperation. Maxi laughed and hurled her across the room. Laural crashed to the floor, sliding on her shoulder and rattling glassware, sobs rising in her throat. “I changed,” she murmured, voice trembling as she pushed up on shaking arms. Maxi followed, her steps slow and predatory. “You changed because you had to,” she said, crouching beside her. “If you hadn’t, those friends of yours would have gutted you, strung you up, fed you to the spiders.” Laural lashed out instinctively, panic and self-loathing, shoving her. For the first time, Maxi actually rocked backward. The smile she returned with was dangerous. “Ohhhh… we’re fighting now? That’s adorable.”

Laural scrambled to her feet and bolted, but Maxi seized the back of her coat and hurled her down. Laural gasped as pain shot through her back. Maxi swung a leg over, straddling her and pinning her throat—not squeezing, only threatening. “You can’t outrun me,” Maxi breathed, her hair brushing Laural’s cheek. “You never could.” Laural’s voice wavered. “You’re not real… you’re not real…” Maxi leaned in, lips close to her ear. “Baby, I don’t need to be real to ruin your night.”

The parasite’s eye pulsed once. The world collapsed inward. Laural jerked upright in her real bathroom, clutching the sink until her knuckles whitened. Her reflection stared back—normal, perfectly mirrored. Yet her pulse pounded and sweat cooled on her neck. As the lights stabilized, she glimpsed a flash of pink hair behind her shoulder. Laural pressed a trembling hand over her mouth. “I’m awake,” she whispered. “I’m awake. I’m awake.”

#scp oc