#tylex

[kazikdxc]

Translation: Party said: it is necessary, The doll will answer: Will do!

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Yaay, I like making posters

[turtleboi11037]

The dance of death

[fandomqueen6754]

Date Ideas

Send me a ship and one of these and I will write it if it does not make me uncomfortable.

1. Karaoke

2. Drive In Movie Theater

3. Ice Cream Date

4. Go Bowling

5. Carnival’

6. Blanket Fort

7. Picnic in the Park

8. Arcade

9. Stargazing

10.Concert

[willaylas]

WAIT no, cause I'm thinking about Tylex again and it would've really been so much more powerful if Alex was the one to stop him from shooting up the school. Like, not only cause they were friends and Alex genuinely cared about Tyler but because Alex also has a bad relationship with guns. It would've been such a good parallel of him helping Tyler lower the gun from his chest (the way Clay lowered the gun when Tyler pointed it at him) because when he tried to hurt himself, there was no one to help him lower the gun. It would have showed Alex's progress throughout the season from his birthday episode until then.

Yeah, whatever.

[garmthehellhound]

The Awakening: Part 2

(Authors note: Tylex belongs to @creatortiffany98 and this story should not be considered as canon unles she deems it as such)

Tylex felt his lungs burn and his head throb. He had run as fast as his legs could go, running away from the Daemonettes that followed him, cackling this awful laughter all the way. And all the while his head throbbed in pain from using too much power, so much so that the voices from beyond had returned and began to whisper to him all over again. He suddenly ducked into a nearby alley way to try and get off the streets, but it wasn’t enough.

With a sudden jump one of the Daemonettes lunged forward and slashed his back with theimclaws tearing open his shirt and taking a great deal of blood with it. It occurred to him then as he fell to the grime covered ally floor that they had been toying with him the whole time. He would have also screamed from the pain but for one of them driving a hooves foot into his guts driving the scream and the wind out of him.

“You led us a merry chase,” one of them said.

“But now the real play can begin.”

It occurred Tylex suddenly that they had been toying with him the whole time, and now they had their chance to exact any kind of sickening vengeance or punishment they wanted. Despite this, he only felt a kind of sick relief that the worst had happened and that it probably wasn’t going to get much better, in fact he was even sure there was still room to go down.

Suddenly Tylex’s mind shifted to Darkany and how he would never see her again. In his minds eye she didn’t even have the usual look of disgust and hatred she normally gave him. In fact it was a look of utter pitty. Something in him snapped then. He didn’t want or need her pity and he was done feeling like a coward. Grabbing a switch blade out of his pocket he pressed the button and stabbed of the Daemonettes in her leg.

She gave a moan of pleasure as the blade sunk in and out, but Tylex barely heard it. To him, time had seemed to slow down. He looked at the blade and the blood on the knife and suddenly he felt a kind of instinct take over. The throbbing in his head ceased and the voices inside also seemed to go silent in apprehension and fear.

He licked the blood off the knife.

It was though a great fire had ignited in him. Tylex felt his body shift and break as bones shifted and Organs rearranged themselves in new unfamiliar positions. His arms felt as though they were about to split in to and his fingers broke and cracked into different positions. But there was no pain, it was like a sign, something in him all along knew this was here but it just took him the right moment to find it again.

The Daemonettes suddenly seemed very small and looked up at him with an expression similar to childlike fear. On Instinct he swiped his hand across them and they fell not bloody piles of guts and blood. In the hand that had held the switchblade there was now a wickedly long and sharp hunting knife, in fact it was almost too long to be considered a knife, it was more like a short sword.

He smiled then and the smile became a demented laugh thst filled him with a kind of horrible good cheer. He gave a mighty leap into the air and can crashing down on top of an nearby building, still laughing his awful joy and the night seemed to laugh with him.

How close Connor was to the real truth, they were more alike than he knew. But Tylex knew and soon Connor, Darkany, and Draidax would too. He was a Daemon Prince if Chaos, and he would make those who wronged him suffer.

[creatortiffany98]

Old drawings

I have found some old drawings when I was in high school. I have improved a lot and I also found something that has to do with Darkany. It appears that she has an arch nemesis named Tylex.

I have NO idea on how he was made but he appears to have some power of telekinesis or psychokinesis. This man also has a thing for Darkany (why??) and a charmer.

I think my friend and I were joking around a while back. We made him as a joke and then it became more and more serious. We named him Tylex half for Tyrone Alex McGee. I will probably re-draw them later on or probably next month.

[13reasonsstuff-archive]

Sweet and Sour (Tyler x Alex)

A/N: This came out as more of a blurb because of writer’s block and I’m trying my hand out at boy x boy here, it’s a continuation/ retelling of sorts of the adorable scene where Tyler smuggles in snacks for Alex and the poor Tylex ship that never sailed.  (Alex is the sour and Tyler the sweet I’m a genius I know)

Word Count: 508

Request: Yes, by anon. (x)

Pairing: Tyler x Alex

Warnings: Tyler is adorably sensitive?? Alex is no good with feelings?? 

Alex had been hauled up in his room for weeks recovering. Every day was one closer to freedom in the form of Liberty High which didn’t really feel much like freedom at all. He had promised Jess they would go back together and face the music and so they would. He was determined to make sure it would happen, but first he needed fuel to actually get there and his mother’s macrobiotic bullshit wasn’t helping at all. Salvation came in the form of Tyler the school life photographer who had been by his side for the weeks he was in a coma, at least that’s what his parents told him.  Tyler would come over and smuggle in food his mother would have fainted at the sight of.

Sour patch kids and potato chips and the occasional Pepsi. Generally, they would sit and just talk for hours. They would talk about school and video games and sometimes they would talk for so long they would fall asleep. Tyler’s head in the crook of Alex’s shoulder snoring lightly. It was hard for Alex to sleep with the headaches, but something about Tyler’s curls tickling his neck put him right under. Tyler would blush and stutter when he woke making excuses and apologizing for his napping habits.

“I-sorry I just never really get to talk to people and sometimes it gets exhausting.”

“it’s cool dude, no big deal. I mean I get it. Not talking’s half the reason I’m in this mess.”

A heavy silence would fall over the room when Alex would talk about it. Tyler’s eyes would shift almost like a cloudy film had come over them. It upset him to hear Alex talks so freely about what almost took his life and the boy he cared so much about. One-time Alex showed Tyler the tiles, nicely fit together in the backsplash of the background, but clearly off. They were a reminder a reminder Tyler ran his hand over with tears in his eyes. Alex grabbed him as he cried and patted his back reassuringly. Alex wasn’t he best with feeling, but with Tyler it was different. Something in him wanted to make him feel better and smile. If he could make anyone else happy after what he had done to Hannah and Jess then he would want to, need to. It was the only way he knew to try and make it right. He dragged Tyler to his bed and laid him there. They once again talked and as they did they got closer holding hands and talking with their eyes closed. Telling one another the truths they couldn’t bear to admit to anyone else. It was safe here in this bed with each other. It was safe to cry and feel and it was nice. He would watch as Tyler slept and in a hazy moment of relief lay a kiss on his forehead and snuggle into him. Content and happy to be here forever with the boy who smuggled laughter and happiness straight into his heart.

[heyxliar-blog]

@fvllxaway booped the ♥ for a starter!

        — TIME was nothing but a nuisance to Alexander, which was possibly the reason why he forgot that today was his birthday...again. Well, at least until he went to get his mail and noticed the ugly blue envelope with his name scrawled across the front. He knew that it was his mother, since she was the only one who ever remembered, but he didn’t even bother with opening the wretched thing. The moment Alex stepped foot back into his apartment, he threw it into the trash bin, along with the rest of his junk mail. A heavy sigh escaped him as he sifted through his bills, and just as he was about to sit down, a hard knock to his door grabbed his attention. Fuck, he completely forgot about Tyler. Last year, Tyler thought it would be a grand idea to get him new acrylic paints, and long story short, he had almost kissed the bastard before demanding that he get the fuck out. Alex shivered at the thought, hating himself for becoming so stupid and vulnerable in that one small moment of his life. Never again... Dropping his bills onto the coffee table, he strolled over to the door, unlocking it before swinging it open with an extremely displeased expression plastered on his face. “ I fucking swear, Ty, if you got me another stupid present, I’m gonna beat your ass into next week, “ he spat as he narrowed his eyes at the only person who ever actually gave a rat’s ass about him despite how much he treated him like shit, keeping his hand held tightly onto the knob in case he needed to slam it in his face should the situation call for it.