eye dex


me, clinging to your rafters, screeching: DEX IS A CRYPTID

(for day 9 of @omgericzimmermann‘s 13 days of halloween: Supernatural Creatures/Monsters AU)

cryptid!dex inspired by and sort-of-but-not-really-requested by @dexthecryptid

(nurseydex ofc + “quiet they can hear us”)

“Uh. What are you doing?” William Poindexter is curled into a ball far too tiny to actually be his body, wedged between the green sofa and the wall with a stricken look on his face.

“Shh! Quiet, they can hear us!” He whisper shouts. His hand shoots out and wraps around Nursey’s ankle and, a quick tug later, Nursey is half on the floor next to Dex and half on the green couch.

“Okay.” Nursey says plainly. “This is cool and all, but why are you hiding behind the couch, dude?” Dex unwraps his fingers from Nursey’s ankle, slowly. For a fleeting moment, Nursey mourns the warmth, the contact.

“I dropped a pie.” Dex says, eyes closed tightly, and Nursey gasps.

“A fineable offense.” He whispers sagely and Dex nods tersely.

“I have twenty-four dollars and fifty-three cents in my bank account and I still haven’t finished Christmas shopping. Holster and Ransom are out there, somewhere; it’s either the sin bin or Christmas presents, and I have the feeling they’re more into instant gratification than anything.” Nursey laughs and struggles to quietly make himself more comfortable. His back is pressed against the corner of the couch now, legs encroaching upon Dex’s already-lacking personal space. He shoots Nursey a half hearted glare, but moves a little to make room.

“Hm. Quite a predicament.” Nursey says and Dex rolls his eyes. “Dropping a pie is, what, a two dollar fine?”

“Four, since it was peach. You know Bitty uses ‘only the finest Georgia peaches, Dex!’” He imitates. Nursey snickers.

“You sound like a cartoon character.” Nursey chirps and Dex shoves his legs but is grinning hard.

“Shut up, you dick.” Nursey puts up his hands in resignation. “Okay, but I made the pie, mostly, so should that shave off at least fifty cents?” Nursey takes a minute to ponder the fact.

“You could ask them?” He says, referring to the sin bin police in question. Dex’s eyes go wide.

“I told them I was getting my wallet.”


“Two hours ago.”

“Oh.” Nursey’s eyes widen as well. “Evading fines is a taxable offense.”

“Yep.” Dex says, popping the ‘p’.

“Poindexter, you dumbass.”

“What! Sorry that I wanted to get you guys something nice for Christmas!” His eyes are closed again and he props his elbow up on Nursey’s shin. It hurts, a bit, but he likes the contact. “Fuck you guys, everyone is getting the ice off my blades for Christmas.”

“Dang, that’s worse than last year when you tried to knit everyone sweaters.” Dex shoves him again, harder.

“Dude, I gave Chowder and Bitty, like, the best fuckin’ sweaters known to man, sorry I didn’t have time to finish all of them.”

“I’m still holding out for that sweater, Poindexter.” Dex laughs loudly and it lights up the room. Nursey sighs.

William J. Poindexter!” A voice booms from the doorway. Dex’s eyes shoot open.

“Oh my god,” he groans, arm dropping before tightly gripping Nursey’s shin. His eyes are wide again. “Hide me, what the fuck.” He shimmies further into himself, pressing behind the couch tightly.

“Don’t think we cant’s see you!” Nursey hears Ransom shout. Then, he makes a snap judgement call and, against Dex’s protests, unfolds himself and stumbles up into Ransom and Holster’s line of vision. Both of them are wearing Samwell Men’s Hockey tank tops, black sunglasses, and red bandanas. Holster is cradling the sin bin in his arms like a newborn baby, or a wounded animal.

“Uh. Hey, guys.” Nursey smiles; he watches as their eyebrows rise above the line of their sunglasses.

“Hey, Nursey, have you seen Dex around?” Holster asks, walking towards the couch. Nursey does the same, as nonchalantly as he can, in hopes of keeping the pair from getting too close.

“Nah, I think I saw him up at the dorms a little while ago, though. Why?” Holster’s mouth sets to a tight line and he lifts his sunglasses, squints.

“I don’t believe you.” He says, bending a bit to be on Nursey’s level. Honestly, he’s a little intimidated, but the whole situation, how serious they’re taking it, undermines his fear. Ransom butts in.

“William J. Poindexter dropped a pie at 2:32 pm.”

“Two dollars!” Holster interjects.

“It was a peach pie.”

“Two more dollars!” Holster interjects again, slapping the back of his hand against his palm.

“It is now 4:17.” Ransom says and it’s in his captain voice, dear god.

“One additional dollar per hour it takes to pay the fine!”

“William J Poindexter owes the sin bin six dollars. There are four witnesses willing to testify.”

“Oh.” Nursey breathes. “Uh.” He reaches around to his pocket, pulls out his wallet. He pauses, looks at the d-men before him, pulls out a ten dollar bill. He bends over and drops it into the jar in Holster’s arms.

“Hm.” The pair make eye contact. “Allow us to deliberate.” Holster says and they begin discussing in hushed voices.

“We have decided to accept your payment on behalf of William J. Poindexter.” And then they’re gone.

“What the fuck.” Nursey groans dropping back down next to Dex. “I willingly signed up to be on this team, what the fuck.”

“Thanks, Nursey.” Dex laughs and begins to uncurl himself from behind the couch.

“No problem, man. Glad you’re not freaking out about me spending money on you, though.” He says, shoving at Dex’s shoulder. The other boy stretches his neck a few times and groans.

“God I was down there for too long.” Dex looks at Nursey thoughtfully. “But yeah, I dunno, I’ll just make it even. How about a brunch date?” Dex asks.

“How about a normal date?” Nursey fires back before he can think about what he said. Dex’s face goes blank.

“How about a normal date that happens to take place within the time frame typically accepted as 'brunch’?” Dex asks, the corner of his lips curling up.

“Hm,” Nursey pretends to think about it, as if his heart isn’t hammering in his chest so loud that he fears Dex might hear. “I think that would be a sufficient method of payback.” Nursey says with a sharp nod and puts his hand out for Dex to shake. The other boy rolls his eyes, grabs his hand, and pulls him forward before dropping a chaste kiss on his cheek, right below his left cheek bone. Nursey body goes warm, his entire face igniting.

“10 am tomorrow.” Dex says before leaving the room.

He doesn’t know who else to ask except Bitty. Help?

The reply comes almost instantly: come over. there are cookies.

Derek gathers his Moleskine, his favorite pen, Bleak House, and a pad of Post-It flags. If he’s honest, he’s going to end up playing Mario Kart with Holster. But he wants to pretend he’s going to the Haus to study.

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Dex/Nursey | 1k | T+ 

Nursey had never found Dex attractive.

Sure he was an okay looking dude, but he really wasn’t what Nursey went for.

Dex was all gangly muscles, freckle covered skin and too big ears. A scowl that could freeze over hell and an air about him that was too rough and aggressive.

Nursey went for soft smiles, lean lines and eyes that you could melt into. Nursey had never seen Dex’s eyes when they weren’t clouded over.

And then one day after practise Dex grins, bright and happy in Nursey’s direction and it’s all over for Nursey.

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[follow up to this Dex/Nursey ficlet]

They walk back to the dorms between rain showers, the backs of their hands brushing. Derek’s heart beats too quickly in his chest. He keeps swallowing, as though he can dislodge the ache of anticipation that sits tight against his throat.

It is very persistent.

They part to step around a particularly large puddle, and when they come back together Derek can’t tell if Dex’s eyes linger or his own. He wants to reach out, tangle their fingers together. Hold on and ask if this is–finally–it.

He doesn’t. He could–Dex basically invited him to…allow himself–but he doesn’t.

The world is gray around them, spring taking its time, until the sun dips below the clouds, above the horizon. It turns the water accumulated in the street and on the sidewalk gold. It turns Dex’s hair into something bright and burnished. It’s a color Derek associates with signs that say ‘Do Not Touch.’ Derek’s fingers itch.

“What’re your plans tonight?”

Derek blinks. “What?”

The corner of Dex’s mouth nearest Derek quirks up as he ducks his head. Derek catches it before the collar of his jacket obscures the view, and then Dex is shrugging and straightening. “Your plans, Nurse. For tonight. What are they?”

He’s got reading he should do, an essay he should at least outline. He was going to lie on his bed and read and think about Dex’s tapered fingers and the curve of his spine. But something changed at Annie’s; he’s not sure how to ask if the curl of those fingers and the dip of his spine are on the table now, Dex offering himself up as easily as the muffin he’d pushed toward Derek.

Derek swallows. “Nothing much. Thought maybe I’d just, y'know, go back to my room and chill.”

It makes Dex snort, the sound somehow fond and not cruel out here among the trees and wet grass, the sheltering sky above.

They’re quiet for a moment, nothing but the sound of their shoes on the pavement, traffic, a dog barking. Dex’s breath. Then Dex says, “Do you want to come back to my room?”

You gonna let yourself have other things you want?

Derek’s fingers curl against his palm, empty space wanting to be filled.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah. That’d be good.”

Dex’s answering smile melts Derek like gold.

Nursey Week Prompt #6 - Dreamer.

Dex sucks in a sharp breath, arching his back slightly as a hot mouth slips across his jaw and sucks a mark into the corner of it. A warm palm presses against his right side, roving over his ribs and squeezing gently at his hip as it moves up and down in rhythmic strokes. Dex’s arm is wrapped around the expanse of broad shoulders, feeling a bicep flexing as the arm moves across Dex’s bare side, where his soft t-shirt has been rucked up.

Slowly, Dex begins to become aware of the slight scrape of stubble against his skin, the strength of thigh pressed in between his legs, the width of the hand curled over his ribs.


So, Dex is in bed with a dude.

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Nursey was sure Dex was asleep before he moved to sit up next to him.

“Babe? You awake?” Dex whispered into the darkness.

“Yeah. You ok Will?” Nursey asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“Yeah.” Dex said unsurely. “I just…are you sure you’re ok with this? With us not having sex?”

“Of course I am Will.” Nursey said, pulling his soulmate close to him. “I love you.”

“Even though I don’t…even when we never will have sex? Because I’m ace. Like soulmates are supposed to have sex?” Dex asked nervously playing with the sheets.

“We don’t have to have sex Will. I just want you to be happy.” Nursey assured him. “Just because “soulmate sex” is so big in movies and tv doesn’t make it important”

“And poems,” Dex pointed out “There’s lots of poems about it too.”

“Yeah, but who cares about those? I’ll write new poems, better poems, about a soulmate bond without sex. Because it doesn’t matter Will. As long as your comfortable, I’m happy.”. Nursey said, wiping the relieved tears from Dex’s cheek as they fell.

“Are you sure?” Dex asked a moment later, hiding his face in Nursey’s arms.

“Absolutely babe.” Nursey said, and pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

The Huntsman and the Bard - rhysiana - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

My grand finale story for the 13 Days of Halloween fic-a-thon!

No joke, this entire story started because @omgericzimmermann was making Halloween icons and said, “Hey, the hex code for pumpkin orange is just one letter off from the color of Dex’s eyes.” And my brain said, “Oh, of course, because he is the Pumpkin Prince, son of the Queen of Autumn,” which of course led to rereading an ancient Scottish ballad and going on a Wikipedia spiral through Welsh mythology, and now here we are, almost 10k words later. Because of a comment about hex code.

Teaser: “Hello,” Derek called as he got out of the car, public-charming smile on his face. He walked forward, extending a hand. “I’m—”

“We’re not open to the public yet,” the man said, cutting him off.

“I’m, uh, actually from the magazine Discover New England and we were hoping we could do a feature story on your farm for our next issue?” He wasn’t really sure how that turned into a question at the end, but the other man’s continued glare may have been starting to have an effect.


Derek blinked. He had honestly never been flat-out refused before. He renewed his smile. “Look, I’ve been looking for our cover feature location for three days, and this is absolutely the most perfect place I’ve ever seen. I can’t accept your ‘no’ without at least a token fight. Can I get you to take a look at a few of our past issues while I try to convince you? I promise not to take up more than fifteen minutes of your time.”

Dex continued frowning down at the man in his driveway. Had the Autumn Queen sent him? He was certainly pretty enough, but she tended to color-coordinate her court in shades of birch bark and autumn leaves, and this man was all brown earth and dew-silvered moss.

anonymous asked:

Was it just how the picture went, the one with the many characters, or was that certain band member of Dex's eyes were covered for a foreshadow reason? I've seen a few sneaky hints like that from artists all the time, and I just wanted to ask. >:3c

Wow that’s very observant of you. If you find hints in my drawings, I’ll leave it up to your interpretation. I don’t want to spoil your fun by revealing it. Thank you~!

nurseydex hc’s that no one asked for:
  • they love wearing each other’s clothes
    • so they constantly take each others shit
      • dex will walk into the attic and nursey will be wearing one of his sweaters or st and dex will be like “?????? wtf thats mine ?????”
      • nursey will deny it
      • “derek it’s a cartoon lobster saying ‘Maine’”
      • “yeah i know Maine is one of my top 10 states and lobsters are noble crustaceans”
      • “it’s from when i was in high school nurse it barely fits me ur gunna rip it”
    • dex on the other hands totally owns up to it
      • “dexy, is that my flannel?”
      • “yup”
      • (nursey goes all heart eyes and giggly)
      • (dex tells him to shut up)
  • while we’re on the topic of clothes: they both have so many stupid ironic t-shirts after they’ve both been together like a month
    • u can bet ur ass dex has at least one ‘kiss me i’m irish’ shirt
    • and nursey defs has a ‘franky says relax’ one
      • maybe dex got one custom so it says ‘nursey says relax’
  • they fight over food SO MUCH
    • like nursey can definitely handle his spice
    • White Devil™ Dex CAN NOT
      • nursey gets hot salsa one time instead of mild
      • dex eats THE SMALLEST AMOUNT and gets so pissed that he doesn’t kiss nursey like all night
      • “babe c’mere let me kiss it better”
    • nursey has probably tried rich ppl food (whether he actually enjoys it or not is up for debate) and get ENDLESS CHIRPS about like escargot and frogs legs or st
      • [insert pun about the frogs and frogs legs here]
    • dex probably lived off of stew and potatoes bc irish
      • also it’s p cheap to make a big thing of mashed potatoes to feed a rlly big family
      • u know that theory that u could literally live off of mashed potatoes alone?
      • william poindexter is living proof
    • they can definitely agree on the basics tho like pizza toppings and macaroni > spaghetti and ice cream flavours 
    • they will both eat breakfast for dinner whenever they get the chance
      • dex is probably a more like bacon and eggs type of person
      • nursey is like waffles or french toast 
      • but after going to samwell they both place bitty’s pancakes over all else
      • (they still argue over blueberry vs. chocolate chip tho)
    • nursey puts like soooo much sugar in his coffee
      • probably like vanilla creamer or toffee flavouring too the nerd
    • dex drinks it BLACK
      • they are both baffled by how the other can stand it
    • but they bond over needing coffee to survive
      • dex needs it so he can like get off his ass and do stuff like fixing ovens and staying up extra late studying 
      • nurses started drinking it for the ~coffee shop aesthetic~ (but now he genuinely requires at least a cup a day to function)
  • they are definitely the type of people to text each other while in the same room
    • not like gossiping or being shady just
    • memes
    • and links to stupid videos
    • also; nurse is the type of person to thank someone if they like one of his posts while they’re in the same room
      • like if they’re chillin at the haus w everybody and someone likes nurse’s latest insta post and he gets the notification 
      • he defs says “thanks bro” out loud
  • both of them definitely pick up on slang from everybody else 
    • dex tried to fight it bc he’s stubborn af and “y’all” w his northern accent sounds dumb to him
    • nursey leans into it so hard
      • defs misuses it at first
      • but he gets the hang of it eventually
    • this is basically canon
      • nurse’s hand on dex’s shoulder after they lost the playoffs? c’mon
    • dex DOES NOT want someone getting in fights over him
      • he fights his own battles thank u very much
      • PLUS he’s so used to defending his younger siblings
    • nursey is probably equal parts 1) touched at dex’s old fashioned ‘defending his honour’ chivalry 2) WORRIED about his poor hot headed bf and 3) confused???? bc like maybe he was picked on in hs but he didn’t have big tough siblings or parents who were involved enough in his life to give a shit
    • different stuff definitely bugs them like half the shit dex is willing to throw a punch over nurse is like “chill” and the shit nurse gets fired up over completely surprises dex
      • nursey is probably more bothered when ppl insult his team or his friends
      • he’ll get upset if someones comments about him are just…. a little too close to home 
        • not pissed just… sad
  • idk if we’ve discussed birthdays yet in the fandom but i’m gunna throw out some zodiac hc’s
    • dex: scorpio
      • FIERCLY loyal, strong, intense, passionate, driven, dedicated, ambitious, they LOOOVE security
    • nursery: aquarius 
      • honest, curious, creative af, inefficient, uncompromising, progressive, original
    • as far as aquarius + scorpio relationships go: challenging AT FIRST, eventually become some of the strongest bonds, unpredictable, relationship tends to go to the extremes
    • both are ‘fixed’ signs, which means less willing to compromise and v stable
  • the only movies they can agree on are like rom coms from the 80′s (john hughes is bae) 
    • they definitely quote the cornier lines to each other (only semi-ironically)
    • one time when he was drunk nursey tried to convince dex to eat on the kitchen table like at the end of sixteen candles
      • he probably fell off and hurt himself my poor little clumsy baby
  • they love each other so much they don’t know what to do w themselves

167-MINUSTULA [Minuscule-Tarantula]
-The Tiny Spider pokemon
-Ability: Swarm - Compound eyes(HA)
-Dex: “Due to its small size, this pokemon is often the prey of larger bug or bird pokemon, making them rare to find in the wild. This pokemon can leap great distances to scape its predators.”
    -Jump Kick
    -Poison Fang
    -Fell Stinger

–>Evolves at lv. 59<–

168-GARGANTELA [Gargantuan-Tarantela]
-The Monster Spider Pokemon
-Ability: Birdeater-This pokemon is inmune to flying type moves
-Dex: “This massive pokemon has no predator and it feeds on almost anything, with a predilection for bird pokemons above anything else. It is so big and strong, it has no problem hunting down Pidgeots and Braviarys.”
-Sig. Move: Toxic Web “The user shots the opponent with a large web imbued with poison, it has a 30% chances of leaving the opponent badly poisoned. If the opponent is Up in the air, has the ability Levitate or is using an Air Balloon, it will make them land”
   Type: Poison
   PP: 10 (max 16)
   Power: 70
   Accuracy: 100%
    -Bug Buzz
    -Cross Poison  

SMH (and co) as Bob's Burgers characters

Jack - Bob “Oh my god.”
Bitty - Linda “Wine helps me drink.”
Shitty - Zeke “What a tangled ass web we weave.”
Lardo - Louise “I hope they’re using protection because I am not taking care of that baby.”
Ransom - Andy “My backpack is going to miss your backpack”
Holster - Ollie “Let’s rub our eyes together. You can get my pink eye.”
Dex - Darryl “Your technique’s sloppy and your stance is all wrong. What are you doing way back there? You have to press your wiener against the machine.”
Nursey - Jairo “Jairo only needs two hours of sleep a night because he regulates his heart.”
Chowder - Tina “I know how the shark thinks. It’s confused. It doesn’t know why we want to kill it. It just wants to go home.”
Kent - Mickey “Yeah. [Mickey’s] like the hard-working, grateful employee we never had. Wish he would wear underwear, though.”