#ben 10 hex

[ijustwannahavefunn]

I remember making a magazine cover using the drawings from the old fashion meme for a school assignment once. Ah, the good times 🤓 Anyway, I made some covers again for fun this time 👋

[kabukiaku]

gotta draw my obscure favs charmcaster and hex at least ONCE every year.💜🖤🩷

also dont worry if you dont recognize them, I don't blame you. they are so far removed from their origin source they feel more like ocs at this point.

[aconfusedspoon]

[im-rockea]

AURA 🔥

[queenhello5]

HEX´S DAUGHTER

[soranatus]

Hex & Charmcaster By digital artist, Pixel

[just-vitria]

There, now we have Pan hex and Gay/Trans masc Zombozo on your timeline.

[snowflakesandashes]

I have two fanfics pending, so I can't write a Hex x Paradox fanfic, but I have written A LOT OF POETRY about these two. SO EAT THIS

DON'T ASK ME WHY I SHIP THEM OR I'LL HAVE TO WRITE THE NEW BIBLE

"Perhaps my fascination is born of your gift for despising me in every universe. You cling to the belief that I am an aberration sprung from the mundane, a mistake among atoms; and yet, your hands betray your judgment, reaching for my skin out of pure instinct. You touch me without knowing my name in this ‘now,’ ignoring that in the tomorrow that awaits you—but will never accompany you—I am the beginning and the end of all your things.

I inhabit you in every second, while my steps tear through the fabric of foreign chronologies. You, in turn, inhabit my absence. You look at me with that vibrant hatred that sets my blood aflame, and I find myself provoking your fury, only so that the fire you feel for me may be as voracious as the one that consumes me for you.

If I am a paradox, you are the most sublime cataclysm my eyes have ever beheld. And I pray that, if I still preserve a fragment of soul, fate condemns it to remain trapped in a nebula, eternally fused with yours."

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"Quizás mi fascinación nace de tu don para aborrecerme en cada universo. Te aferras a la creencia de que soy una aberración nacida de lo mundano, un error entre los átomos; y, sin embargo, tus manos traicionan tu juicio y buscan mi piel por puro instinto. Me tocas sin conocer mi nombre en este 'ahora', ignorando que en el mañana que te aguarda pero que jamás te acompañará, yo soy el principio y el fin de todas tus cosas.

Te habito en cada segundo, mientras mis pasos desgarran el tejido de cronologías ajenas. Tú, en cambio, habitas mi ausencia. Me miras con ese odio vibrante que incendia mi sangre, y me descubro provocando tu furia, solo para que el fuego que sientes por mí sea tan voraz como el que me consume por ti.

Si soy una paradoja, tú eres el cataclismo más sublime que mis ojos han contemplado. Y ruego que, si todavía conservo un fragmento de alma, el destino la condene a quedar atrapada en una nebulosa, fundida eternamente con la tuya."