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𝓣ᴴᴱ   𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂   𝙾𝙵   ℰq͟u͟i͟v͟a͟l͟e͟n͟t͟   ᵉˣᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED : IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KEEP DEX AROUND FOLLOW ME HERE.

[alchadex-a]

LOUD  AND  BOLD  ANNOUNCEMENT  HERE!!!  I  am  beginning  the  process  of  slowly  moving  myself  over  to  the  new  blog  so  if  you  see  things  looking  a  little  bit  weird  here,  fearnot,  it's  …  a  process  haha.  Please  be  patient  with  me.  We're  finally  movin,  y'all! 

[alchadex-a]

Hello  friends  good  morning!  I  am  somehow  not  hungover  despite  the  ridiculous  amount  of  alcohol  I  consumed  last  night  :  two  bottles  of  soju,  two  beers,  and  a  shot  of  vodka!  Maybe  because  I  drank  enough  water  to  power  a  hydroelectric  plant  ehe.  Anyways   ⸻   today's  goal  is  to  get  at  least  most  of  Dexter's  new  carrd  done.  I  think  replies  will  be  done  intermittently  and  slowly  because  I  really  want  to  focus  on  his  blog  transfer  as  being  here  gives  me  a  little  bit  of  anxiety,  so  if  I'm  not  responding  to  our  threads  on  tumblr  please  be  understanding.  However  I  am  going  to  be  on  discord  all  day  so  if  you  wanna  chat,  plot,  whatever,  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  there! 

[alchadex-a]

OKAY  SOOOOO  expanding  on  this  a  little  bit  I  should  be  done  with  Dexter's  new  carrd  today  which  is  way  ahead  of  schedule,  and  probably  because  I've  been  working  on  it  non  stop  whenever  I  have  time.  It's  been  fun  to  write  honestly,  because  it's  giving  me  a  chance  to  really  expand  on  his  alchemy  and  some  of  his  more  thought  out  verses   (  specifically  his  DC  one  which  has  become  a  bit  of  a  monster  in  the  past  few  weeks  lol  )   which  really  needed  to  be  done.  After  that,  it's  just  creating  the  blog  and  new  graphics  for  it  which  is  a  lot  easier  for  me  than  carrd  ngl.  So  yeah.  I'm  sorry  it's  been  OOC  post  repeatedly  the  past  few  days  because  I  genuinely  hate  doing  that  so  much.  After  that  I'll  transfer  threads  /  starters  to  the  new  blog  which  will  feel  so  fresh.  I'm  honestly  so  excited  for  a  new  and  fresh  start  it's  crazy. 

[alchadex-a]

Hello  friends  good  morning!  I  am  somehow  not  hungover  despite  the  ridiculous  amount  of  alcohol  I  consumed  last  night  :  two  bottles  of  soju,  two  beers,  and  a  shot  of  vodka!  Maybe  because  I  drank  enough  water  to  power  a  hydroelectric  plant  ehe.  Anyways   ⸻   today's  goal  is  to  get  at  least  most  of  Dexter's  new  carrd  done.  I  think  replies  will  be  done  intermittently  and  slowly  because  I  really  want  to  focus  on  his  blog  transfer  as  being  here  gives  me  a  little  bit  of  anxiety,  so  if  I'm  not  responding  to  our  threads  on  tumblr  please  be  understanding.  However  I  am  going  to  be  on  discord  all  day  so  if  you  wanna  chat,  plot,  whatever,  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  there! 

[tyjrose]

*smothers you with kisses until you are not mad at me*

[bebedores]

you may find beauty in its putrefaction, bottle it, drink it, revel in it. i can't, i won't. mutuals only & low activity original vampire character inspired in historical myth of vampires in madrid in the early 30s. created by civi in feb. 2026. no minors, non rp blogs dni.

[viteoublies]

snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place. / for strange from here.

FOREWORD INCOMING !!    accepting !!   injury/injured from  @alchadex

the pain sears up his spine the instant the joint shifts, sharp and blinding, stealing the air from his lungs before he can stop it. an involuntary groan tears free as muscle and bone protest the correction, his fingers curling reflexively at his sides. the room seems to tilt for half a second, the familiar sting of magic-scarred nerves lighting up as everything snaps back where it belongs.

truthfully, he could have done it himself. he still knows exactly how, every angle and pressure point etched into muscle memory from years as a surgeon and far too many injuries after. but knowing how does not make it easier, and it certainly does not make it less painful. there is something grounding about letting someone else do it, about trusting another set of hands to finish what he cannot bring himself to start.

he exhales slowly once it is done, breath shaky but controlled, shoulders rolling with careful precision as he tests the joint. it holds. it always does.

" all this fighting makes me feel old. "

physically, he is no more than forty-five, a body held together by stubbornness, discipline, and magic. but the weight settles elsewhere. it presses behind his eyes, in the quiet pauses between battles, in the knowledge of how many worlds he has seen bend and nearly break. mentally, emotionally, spiritually, he feels ancient, older than some of the beings he has bargained with, carrying years that no spell has ever been able to rewind.

[alchadex-a]

          𝕻OPPING  A  SHOULDER  BACK  INTO  PLACE        was  a  non-issue  for  Dexter,  something  he  had  done  quite  often  during  his  stint  in  medical  school   ⸻   though  it  had  been  a  while  since  that  specific  knowledge  set  had  been  useful  to  him.  Even  now,  despite  how  long  it’s  been,  things  just  feel  natural  as  he  braces  a  hand  on  Strange’s  bicep.  Without  warning,  because  sometimes  it  is  better  to  do  these  things  without  one,  he  forces  the  joint  back  into  place  with  a  sound  that  makes  him  cringe.  It  was  easily  one  of  his  least  favorite  sounds  quite  frankly,  making  his  teeth  physically  hurt.  Sounds  were  weird  like  that  sometimes.  He’s  careful  as  he  tries  to  rub  a  soothing  hand  around  the  joint  a  little  bit  because  yeah,  he  feels  bad.  Though  it  falls  away  when  the  other  manages  to  make  a  joke  despite  everything,  instead  letting  it  rest  on  his  own  lap  as  he  seems  to  sink  down  into  the  makeshift  chair  he’s  occupying.  It’s  really  just  a  bunch  of  debris  that  had  been  scattered  in  the  aftermath.

          Dexter  is  unable  to  stop  the  bark  of  a  laugh  that’s  pulled  out  from  him  at  the  suddenness  of  the  comment  because  yeah,  Strange  is  completely  correct  over  that.  There’s  only  about  ten  years  between  the  both  of  them  and  he  feels  the  exact  same  way.  There’s  dried  blood  caked  on  his  cheeks  from  where  it  had  dripped  from  his  eyes,  a  sign  of  how  he  had  absolutely  overexerted  his  alchemy  a  bit  too  much.  There  was  a  throbbing  behind  them  he  couldn’t  ignore  for  much  longer.  His  palms  were  stinging  like  crazy  as  well,  cut  and  bruised  from  every  surface  he  touched  to  create  constructs.  As  things  slowed  down  he  could  really  tell  just  how  much  he  actually  ached.    “  Think  we  overdid  it  a  little?  ”     He  asks  carefully  as  he  leans  forward  onto  his  elbows  and  knees,  hair  falling  into  a  dark  halo  around  his  head.  He  was  suddenly  so  exhausted,  mind  swimming  and  vertigo  hitting  him  hard.  He  wasn’t  the  type  of  person  to  be  built  for  combat  of  any  kind,  but  when  he  had  heard  the  commotion  during  his  walk  towards  the  sanctum  he  had  jumped  in  without  hesitation.

          Maybe  his  body  really  wasn’t  made  for  this  sort  of  thing.  Had  he  finally  pushed  himself  a  little  bit  too  hard.  With  a  grunt  Dexter  forced  himself  to  get  onto  his  feet,  pressing  a  hand  to  his  forehead  as  he  did  his  best  not  to  stumble.  His  pride  was  telling  him  to  make  sure  Strange  didn’t  see  him  stumble   ⸻   but  for  what  purpose?  They  were  friends,  it  was  fine.  Even  so  he  ignored  the  weird  pulsing  in  his  skull,  as  he  tries  to  wipe  the  blood  away  from  his  face  a  bit,  though  he  really  just  smears  it  a  bit  along  his  cheeks.    “  No  matter.  We  need  to  check  to  make  sure  there’s  nobody  under  the  rubble.  ”

[alchadex-a]

mobile + ooc : okay so after a loooong talk with a friend i have made the decision to move blogs for dex. i’ve had this page for a few years and i need to just update his tags and stuff. a lot has changed for him and i think a fresh start is what’s needed. i will also be giving his carrd a complete overhaul, probably will even make it myself. he’s gone through a lot of changes, both in his main and alternate verses, so this is what’s genuinely needed. this blog at this point gives me anxiety lmaooooo. he needs new tags as well bc he’s no longer associated with the name dexio and hasn’t been for a really long time. and i will also be distancing myself from the fmarpc community a little bit as well. that’s not me saying there’s anything wrong with them, but the community itself has been kinda dead for years. dexter also, at this point, has become so removed from the original lore he had that it’s more of mild influence. so he just needs a bit of an overhaul in that sense as well. his alchemy has changed a lot (like the origin itself when it comes to alchemy as magic) and the story of truth is a little different from the show as well. this is NOT me shit talking fma please know that, he’s just had a lot of growth as a character. so yeah, keep your eyes open for that. it will take about a week though so don’t worry too much! can’t wait to see where it takes me and to share a more in depth and thought out version of dex.

[whumprat-blog]

characters who die and are resurrected

but will always remember exactly what death feels like

[killerhubby]

i really hate making posts like this but i've been unemployed since october of last year, and i need to put together like $30 to pay a bill off before monday that i didn't expect to come around so early. i don't like taking / asking for something without giving something back, so i am opening emergency commissions. i usually posting about gfx + commissions on my other blog @whereorion, and you can find my kofi where i display some of my work, but i will put under the cut things i have made for my own blogs + things for others in the past. thank you for reading through this little para, and i hope this is the first and last time i ever have to do this.

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[alchadex-a]

there's blood on your hands.

          𝕰VERYTHING  HAD  HAPPENED  SO  FAST.        Things  were  normal,  the  evening  was  quiet,  it  was  just  supposed  to  be  a  routine  check  on  a  metahuman  rehab  facility.  Show  face,  smile,  say  that  the  Justice  League  continued  to  support  their  recovery,  that  sort  of  thing.  Raven  had  decided  to  come  with  him  this  evening  because  Dexter  really  had  not  want  to  go  alone   ⸻   and  he  was  seriously  so  grateful  for  her  friendship,  her  agreement  to  join  him  since  he  didn’t  think  these  kinds  of  appearances  were  her  favorite  on  the  planet.  And  things  really  had  been  fine.  Turning  up  the  charm  on  his  Doyoung  persona  he  smiled  at  those  that  were  there,  talking  about  the  plans  for  the  rehab  center  and  helping  to  rehabilitate  those  that  were  here  back  into  society.  It  was  easy.  Routine.  So  so  simple.  Maybe  that  should  have  been  the  giveaway  in  the  end  though,  the  quietness  in  his  mind  and  how  he  had  allowed  for  his  guard  to  be  let  down.

          In  the  end  that  had  seemed  to  be  the  perfect  time  for  someone  to  strike.  Initially  Dexter  had  caught  the  rumbling  beneath  his  feet  and  brushed  it  off,  but  when  he  felt  it  get  stronger  and  could  actually  hear  it  a  little  bit,  he  had  acted  on  his  instincts.  By  then,  however,  it  was  too  late.  All  he  had  been  able  to  do  was  grab  Raven  and  yank  her  into  a  corner  with  him,  his  hand  slamming  into  the  ground  to  create  a  stone  construct  around  them.  The  explosion  happened  a  mere  two  seconds  later,  rocking  the  building  and  making  his  ears  ring.  He  kept  the  girl  in  his  arms  close,  a  hand  cupping  the  back  of  her  head  and  barricading  her  between  the  corner  of  the  wall  and  his  own  body.  Everything  shook,  stone  creaked  and  cried  while  metal  snapped  as  the  building  began  to  come  down  a  little  bit  around  them.  It  was  over  just  as  quick  as  well,  rubble  settling  around  them.  Reaching  a  hand  back  towards  the  barrier  he  had  created  to  block  them  off  from  the  worst  of  the  explosion  he  just  barely  brushed  his  fingertips  along  it,  the  same  wall  disappearing  into  dust  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.

          Dexter   ⸻   no   …   Doyoung  swallowed  thickly  as  he  helped  Raven  back  up  onto  her  feet  with  a  gentle  hand,  his  other  brushing  through  the  blond  locks  on  his  head.  He  hissed  a  little  bit  as  a  sudden  wetness  registered  with  him,  eyes  shooting  down  to  his  palm  as  if  he  could  see  whatever  was  there.    ‘  There’s  blood  on  your  hands.  ’     He  caught  her  saying,  but  it  almost  sounded  as  if  her  voice  was  coming  through  water.  The  explosion  had  been  loud,  but  it  hadn’t  felt  like  it  was  close  enough  to  do  damage  to  his  ears  like  this.  So  why  did  it  sound  like  that?  Why  was  he  bleeding?  Where  was  it  coming  from?  He  could  feel  a  thousand  and  seven  questions  swarming  his  mind  at  once  as  he  did  his  best  to  calm  himself.  He  would  be  absolutely  no  good  if  he  managed  to  work  himself  up  into  a  panic.  Instead  he  did  a  quick  once  over  of  his  own  body  mentally,  checking  to  see  if  he  had  been  injured  in  some  capacity.  After  realizing  just  how  fine  he  really  was  he  opened  his  mouth  to  say  something  before  freezing  as  something  wet  and  thick  dripped  down  onto  his  cheek.

          Whatever  it  was  fell  to  a  wet  plop  on  the  floor  and  immediately  Doyoung  knew  that  something  was  wrong.  He  tilted  his  head  upwards  a  little  bit  and  hissed  at  the  stench  of  charred  flesh  he  was  getting,  quickly  covering  his  nose.    “  It’s  not  mine   ⸻   it’s  coming  from  above  us.  We  gotta  evacuate,  and  figure  out  where  the  fuck  that  explosion  originated  from.  ”     There  was  no  chance  that  the  police  hadn’t  already  been  called  and  dispatched  to  their  location,  fire  department  and  god  knows  who  else  as  well.  But  it  was  Raven  and  Doyoung  there  were  here  right  now,  and  they  had  to  try  and  get  to  the  bottom  of  this  quickly,  before  anyone  else  ran  the  risk  of  getting  hurt.