Former Hellion

41 they/them

[wilders-girl]

Made a Dex nui plush out of love, dedication and hard work... but not necessarily talent 💔

this was like my first time embroidering so it was a learning curve 😭 also first real project on my new sewing machine...so I ended up hand sewing most of it 🫩 whatever he's so cute I'm taking him everywhere 🩷🩷🩷

I had to give him the back scar detail ❤️‍🩹

[cablenoose]

[hexxon]

The Cat Club, New York, 23.05.1987 (ph. Greg Fasolino)

[tarantulao]

Yay, wips! First of all thanks everyone for the support under the last post. I know it's silly how I talk about a small skit as if it's something so huge, but writing is intimidating for me. I love reading character analysis, fics and canon materials, yet it's extremely hard for me to impliment the knowledge.

My anxiety only worsened after Larp became such a huge new word in fandom spaces. Sharing any creative stuff is already hard even when you're pretty experienced in it (I've been drawing back when amino was a thing), but it's much harder when it's something new for you. Unfortunately I'm not the type of person who can create stuff solely for myself, I love seeing other people react to it, my greed knows no bounds.

[catasters]

[deletedmymeat]

Least brain damaged orange cat

[barnespls]

My two useless chudlings.

[diplomatic-maniac]

Look at this tricky goofy guy and say he's not pretty.

Dear diary. Today I learnt that ink on watercolor paper doesn't work the same way on normal paper.

[fisheredofmen]

[tiffycat]

Love having free will and free time

[pisces-core]

[lonelypony-m]

ʜɪs ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ

fluff, sfw

summary: you're sick and Dex's taking care of you

wc: 1.4K

pairing: ddba!dex + fem!reader

cw: emetophobia, no use of y/n

It's been a while since you've left the comfort of your bed, your phone forgotten on the nightstand, buzzing with yet another missed call from Dex. Sheets are wet with your sweat, the air is stale and humid. You're kneeling in front of the toilet, body tensing with spasms, your lunch leaving your stomach with terrifying speed. How long have you been hunched over the bowl? You totally lost track of time. Your head is pounding, your skin is burning and your guts certainly decided to kill you today. What was it that you ate? You can't remember. Does it even matter at this point when all of it is in the bowl in front of you? Ew, don't think about it. Too late. Another spasm leaves you gagging but nothing's coming out. Empty, at last.

You run your tongue across the backs of your teeth to collect the remnants of your vomit and spit them into the bowl before pressing the flush button and collapsing onto the bathroom floor. Cold tiles cooling your hot skin, solid and unwavering under your cheek. You've been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while before you heard a frantic clinking of the keys from the outside of your apartment door. The lock turned once, twice before opening with a soft click; a tall figure stepping inside cautiously—Dex.

“Babe?” he asks carefully, taking his shoes off. You can only whine in response, too exhausted to move, fingers twitching against the tile. He stalks into the bathroom, gasping at the sight of you spread like a starfish on the floor. “Baby! What happened?” he questioned, examining your sprawled out form. He sits on his hunches next to you and brushes a stray strand of hair from your wet forehead. “Did you fall?”

A weak groan left you.

“No. I'm laying here willingly.” you quipped with a sigh. “I'm… unwell. Sweated all over the sheets… I think I ate something bad… I'm feverish and… and I threw up. Like, a lot. Can I please just die in peace…?”

Dex let out an unexpected snort at your whining. Like hell he's gonna let you die! You must've gone insane. He'll save you from the embarrassment of dying on the bathroom floor all sweaty and stinky and with an aftertaste of your own vomit lingering in your mouth. He's not a knight in shining armor—oh no!—he's just a good boyfriend like that.

With a huff of warm air from his nose, Dex rolled you over onto your back. “Alright, listen up, little miss. I have a plan. It's a good plan and you're gonna follow through, okay?” You nodded. Dex grinned, pleased with your compliance. “Mhm, good girl. First, we're gonna clean you up, then I'll change your sheets and give you medicine… You'll take a nap and when you wake up… I'll make you soup. Nuh uh, don't look at me like that. It's gonna be a good soup—it's good for your gut health. You trust me, right, baby?” Another nod from you, another content smirk from him. “Good. Now let's start with our plan…”

Dex stood up with a grunt and helped you sit, propping you up against the wall. Then he reached into the storage closet to grab his folding shower stool. Ever since he got his spine broken and then reconstructed with cognium it's been a hell of an exercise for him to take showers standing up. Sure, he built some muscle, strengthened his muscular framework and stuff, but his back was still aching. And who wants to stand while showering anyway? He unfolded the stool and placed it securely onto the shower floor. Shook it a little. Yup, all good. Nice and sturdy.

“A throne for the princess!” he proclaimed proudly, sliding you up the wall with his hands secured under each of your armpits. You gave him a weak giggle and dropped your forehead to his shoulder. “Silly…”

Dex chuckled and shook his head. “No ma'am. I'm just trying to hype you up. Because you feel bad. And because I love you, dumbass.” You gasp in mock offense. “‘M not a dumbass…”

A kiss landed onto your temple before you even had the time to register the movement. “‘Course you're not. You're a royal dumbass. Now will you do me an honor of letting me undress you, your majesty?” You were helpless against his charm, really. “Yes. You may undress me now, peasant.” You snickered with a smirk on your face. You leaned your head against the wall and let your eyelids fall closed, letting Dex unbutton your pajamas and slide them off your body, followed by your underwear, leaving you bare to the cool air.

He then scooped you gently into his arms and carefully seated you onto the stool. “There… Now I'll bathe you and you'll be all nice and clean and smelling good. Alright?” Dex asked, cupping your face in his palm after turning the water on. You nodded yet again, soft and pliant under his watchful gaze. “Good girl. Now open wide…” You obliged and opened your mouth to let Dex pour some water into it. “Swish it around.” You sighed, swishing the water from one side of your mouth to another, letting it wash off the gunk that was haunting your senses. Dex was busy with wetting your toothbrush and squeezing toothpaste onto the bristles. “Spit.” You spat the dirty water and immediately felt Dex shoving the toothbrush into your mouth. “You'll have to brush your teeth yourself, like a big girl you are. I'll take care of the rest. You can do it, right?” Enthusiastic ‘mhm’ fell from your lips as you got to work while Dex started wetting your hair to wash them.

You slumped a little, focusing solely on your main task of thoroughly cleaning your enamel and making sure to reach the farthest molars, enjoying the feeling of Dex's fingers on your scalp, lathering your hair in shampoo, which was quickly turning into fluffy foam. “No conditioner this time, I'll just spray them with a leave-in later, alright?” You nodded. Dexie knows what's best for you and you trust him. You sit quietly through him rinsing your hair, the suds and water running down your shoulders, chest and thighs. Nice. He then takes the toothbrush from you and makes you rinse your mouth before lathering a loofah up with your shower gel and starting to wash your body. Then he leaves you on your own for a while to go change your sheets and open the windows to let the fresh air in, letting you sit and revel in the feeling of running water kissing your skin. When he came back, you were smiling like an idiot to yourself, giggling quietly.

“What's s'funny, babe?” Dex inquired, dumbfounded. You can't help but just snicker in response. “I feel like a jungle monkey.” He snorted at that. “A jungle monkey? Well, that's new… Now come on now, we need to dry you off and give you meds. Yeah? Yeah.”

Next couple of minutes were a bliss of you getting absolutely pampered by your boyfriend: him patting your body dry and wrapping your hair with a towel, applying your lotion for you, even dressing you in a fresh pajama set; he then carried you to your freshly made bed and gave you meds that made you sleepy and you absolutely dozed off lying sideways on the bed while he took care of your hair—spraying the leave-in, blow drying them and then braiding them carefully. When he finished, he rotated you so you lay the normal way and retreated toward the kitchen to make you the soup that he promised.

Half an hour later your peaceful slumber was disturbed by the shuffling and the rich aroma tickling your nostrils. Your nose twitched slightly as if trying to smell better and find out what that was. Dex emerged from the kitchen with a bowl in his hands and padded carefully into your room, placing the bowl on the nightstand. He wakes you up gently to present you the masterpiece that he created—a bowl of miso soup! You try to be a brat at first and tell him that you don't need a soup because you're not five and… and he shushes you with a kiss to your forehead—actually checking for fever. All the fight got out of you eventually and you ended up surrendering and letting him spoon feed you. Good girl.

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[boofinator]

Radiation or nuclear themes!

Radiation/nuclear themed

[monsieuroverlord]

hey there

[autistobrat]

I’m lying face down on the floor. Reblog to join.

[bullseyedrawer]

Gambit: Wanted, or Gambit praising Bullseye for being better then him, for some reason, i dont know

[notaviolentdog]

thinking about benjamin poindexter babying you . . .

he doesn’t do it to be mean or to make you feel dumb. it’s genuinely one of the many ways he shows his love to you– treating you like you’re a tiny, scaredy little animal that needed constant reassurance and endless amount of affection.

one thing that he does a lot at night, when thoughts and anxieties make it hard for you to fall asleep, is pick you up in his arms and hold you to his chest while lightly bouncing you against it like you’re a fussy toddler.

he walks around the apartment, humming softly while you cling to him, feeling his chest rumble under your cheek while your eyelids get heavier and heavier. every now and then he kisses your forehead or the top of your head, lingering with his nose into your hair and breathing in your scent.

if your anxiety is really bad, he’d also throw in some words of reassurance. “it’s okay, baby. don’t worry, i’m here,” a kiss pressed right on the tip of his nose, then another between your brows where they crease with stress. “don’t worry about a single thing– you don’t have to as long as i’m here with you.”

after twenty or thirty minutes of just rocking you in his arms, whispering sweet things into your ear, he feels your arms get limp on his shoulders and then fall down, hanging by your sides. even after you’ve fallen asleep, he just keeps coddling you until he’s sure you’ve reached complete relaxation, and he feels safe enough to bring you back to bed.

he lays you down first, making sure you’re in a comfortable position that won’t bring you back pain in the morning. pulls the blankets right up to under your chin and combs his fingers through your hair to move them away from your face so they wouldn’t bother you. then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you into his chest.

he’d stay awake for another hour just to hold you and make sure you didn’t have any nightmares, and eventually, when your breathing has slowed down and your lips have slightly parted subconsciously, he’d feel his own eyes getting heavier and closing slowly, until he falls asleep right next to you with you in his arms.

you’re basically each other’s safe place.

need me someone like him

[varma-kosto]

trying something a bit different with the colours (featuring a very happy bullseye :>)