#felix threads

[lostcndfound]

@smolcuriouskitten

Assassinations weren't unheard of as a contract for a Waystone, far from Felix's own wheelhouse, sure, but not unheard of. You didn't send a mimic to merc a guy unless everyone else was busy, or the bosses didn't care about retaining the client. Not because he was incapable, it simply wasn't his specialty.

Fae travel only worked if he knew the specifics, knew exactly where to step out of the paths, otherwise it was guess work and a risk. One not worth it for a job, so he stepped out from the pathways into the brisk city air of the office building's roof. He pulled on a pair of gloves, a nice black leather that matched his perfectly neat suit, and looked around.

Company was unexpected, but didn't miss a beat, not even acknowledging how he'd appeared from nowhere, "If you're jumping, can you wait? Maybe give it twenty minutes. I don't need police attention on this place right now."

[lostcndfound]

"Yes we do," Felix purred, a smug grin across his face as Lucky moaned, "Volume control still works." He wanted Lucky a mess, desperate to behave when Oriol got there. Satisfied with Lucky's response, Felix was about to move on when Lucky pushed off from the couch and rushed to the buttons.

His brows drew together, waiting to see what would happen, and then... of course. Felix's lips thinned and he had to look away to keep from laughing. "Yeah, yeah, you impatient little pup. Come on, we've got to get you ready." Clearing his throat, Felix ran a hand through his hair, then immediately regretted it, the oil slicked it down and back and left that smell clinging to him. With a sigh, his glamour shifted to fix the problem, but he was left with the knowledge it happened. "How about we don't use that button when Oriol's around? You don't want him to be disappointed in me do you?"

Lucky groaned softly as the hands massaged him. He could feel his muscles relaxing under every touch. He could feel himself getting kind of floaty from the mix of the drugs and touches. 'We want him to be proud.' He signed with a hum. He just felt so content like this. Then a sharp pain snapped him back to reality. He loud moan escaped him "Fuck," he moaned out. His cock was twitching from the attention as he looked at Felix.

Then a pout formed as he was told to do something. He'd been enjoying himself and didn't like being disturbed. He made a fist and hit it against the floor three times. He glared at him with a raised eyebrow, hoping that he could go back to his content state again. H then looked around to see if the button was nearby, and once he spotted its location, he was off the chair in a rush. He pressed it quickly with his foot, keeping the unimpressed look on his face as the word Bitch was heard.

[tyongf-nct]

text threads - stray kids

how each skz member would respond to your request for period products

this is my first time doing a text thread post like this so any tips would be greatly appreciated 🤗

[starrynightskies12]

[yongbokiee-felix]

Stray kids updated on threads

"Pinch to complete the heart 🫶🏻”

[miyamiwu]

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[cardinalcandace]

CLOSED STARTER: @hearthandhallows (Felix). LOCATION: Riverside Bookstore.

"Have you read this?" Candace asked the person next to her, holding up a copy of Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett. She really enjoyed the Discworld series, so she was almost definitely going to buy the book - but it was nice to talk about books nonetheless. "I've read the other books, but I haven't gotten around to this one yet."

[abnomi]

AUUUU i have got to draw Ralph Felix Vanellope and Calhoun so badly, but Turbo has taken over my mind, the foul parasite that he is. i wanna draw so many other characters too, but i dont wanna get too ahead of myself because hoooooh boy ive already made a billion different plans that i may or may not follow through with.

also...80s boyfriends...Oh my godness... ive been so focused on selfship stuff but i love love love the potential dynamics that can be explored with those two. goody two shoes nice guy tries to fix a strange unwashed corpse looking fellow who appears to constantly be on the verge of death and additionally suffers from a severe lack of stability in his self and identity, but nice guy is too nonconfrontational to truly make any progress, giving way for him to feel responsible for turbo's behavior and thus blaming himself for what happened. Okay

[lovesspell]

Location: Xander's Apartment Starter for @hearthandhallows

Xander took a moment, even taking another bite of cake before he said anything. He thought about messing with them and making a sarcastic joke before telling the truth but from the way Felix had presented the cake, he felt like it was only right to take it seriously. "That seriously may be the best cake I've ever had, Felix. And I'm not just saying that to say that. Like," he paused and took another big bite both to prove his point and because he had been craving it almost immediately after his last bite. "The guys at the firehouse would go wild for something like this." He finally sat back and put his fork down, patting his stomach gently. "Thanks for that, needed something good after a day like today. Hey, I got something I need your nerdy opinion on though," he told them. Xander didn't always consider himself the smartest person. He didn't want to be but he knew he could probably read more and fill his life with more culture. He at least was interested in music but beyond that most of his hobbies were related to fitness or maintenance related work.

He got up from the chair in his living room to retrieve something from his bedroom. "I figure I should try to I don't know, read more, see what's going on out there. And like, comic books count, right? But I bought these at some yard sale recently, no idea if they're worth it," he told Felix and set the comic books down on the table. "Uh I think one is like X-Men and the other two are something called Watchmen. You ever heard of it? I don't know, my younger brother was always into this more than me."

[lostcndfound]

@ofmagicallonging

Felix wasn't sure what he expected. There was never going to be a quiet, private moment where his family met Robin and gushed over their return. It just wasn't their way. Still. The level of pageantry it was clear his mother was gearing up for in the court was a lot to spring on someone from outside. He got it, a big dramatic story of a wayward prince and the romantic ending, they needed to sell it to the citizens. It needed to be flashy, and that level of required preparation. But she could've given them a day at least.

The court's external buildings circled a large amphitheatre cut into the stone, which was full of life as people ran about, following the demands of a tall, elegant woman with curved horns dripping in silver and jewels, and a long fur coat that trailed behind her.

Far away, against the walls, Felix let out a long sigh. "I suspect that we're in for a long night, butterfly." He placed a hand against Robin's back, "If you want to rest at all, we should try not to draw attention." If someone saw them it would be over in a crowd of excitement, and they'd never get a moment alone to just settle in. "We should get you warmed up and alone first, before you're pulled into the spotlight, cause, sweetheart, we are not getting any peace for a week."

[lostcndfound]

"Not going to argue with that." Felix snorted, his own wings were more a nuisance than anything else, so he understood that frustration. "Always told they'd be so useful, that I'd need mine for work, never come up. All they do is take up space and ruin my silhouette, not to mention the upkeep is a bitch. Not worth the effort at all. At least yours look nice."

Felix pulled Robin into him as he tumbled down, cradling the smaller man against him, that sudden hit of warmth, of a real solid person. Sure, he had the scratch marks to prove it wasn't his imagination gone wild, but this was more. It was real. His grip tightened, hugging Robin into him, even if it meant a bite or claw, it was an acceptable payoff.

"You've got something similar at home, even if it's not that one." He carefully picked up the squishmallow from where it fell during Robin's dismount of the bookcase, and handed it back. "I'll tell Oriol I'm taking you home, but..." Felix hesitated, that need to be outside, to go and run, "Don't run. If we go outside, don't leave, don't run. I couldn't-" He took a breath, "I don't want to be without you again. Even if you don't understand that yet."

As if they'd been listening at the door, it opened. Oriol stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, brows knit together, a perfectly pitying look but clear he wasn't about to budge. "Fe. He's not ready to leave."

Putting a hand on Oriol's shoulder, Valentine pulled his guard back, "Maybe it's time for him to go for a walk. Not home. But outside... With supervision?"

"They don't work. They just useless and get in the way and get hurt easily and they're just useless." Robin grumbled. He hadn't learnt to fly or look after them. He just knew that when they broke, his balance was off and he was in a lot of pain. He tried to look over at his wings for a brief moment before shrugging. "They're just there."

Robin moved closer to the edge and gently picked up the plushie from the edge. He gave it a tight squeeze with a smile. "They gave me this to help calm down when I was injured." He said softly. "Reminds me of something from before." He had this exact penguin at home sat on his bed. He rested his head on top of it. He found a lot of comfort from the squishy thing. "It smells kinda nice. Like a marshmallow."

His interest really peaked when he heard he could get out of here. "Im not meant for indoors. Let's go. Please can we go!" He begged. Hed been going to stir crazy in here. He missed the forest almost. He missed flowers. Not that flowers were in the forest. They were from before. "Im not dead and I didn't die. I was being hunted and survived and can keep surviving. I need to go outside. Please." He started to climb down from the bookshelf, only to nearly fall off and crash into Felix. "Let's go. Now? Please. I want to go home."

[insainted]

located : afterglow compound ・ time : april, early morning ・ @murdcrofcrows

Gray had woken up that morning with a boiling in his soul. Usually this gets fixed with tinkering, the myriad of puzzles that gets tossed his way bi-weekly, but nothing in this room sparks joy; half-finished projects that have a deadline he doesn't give a single fuck about, staring at him from every angle of his room-workshop-cell, crawling under his skin like little fire bugs. He's been awake for three hours now, pacing up and down this place that has been gradually chipping away at whatever sanity he was born with, over the course of two years—though this morning feels like an accelerated effort on the room's part.

He hears the click of the lock denying him roaming privileges, and like Pavlov's gremlin, Gray's body propels itself towards the door before the locking mechanism has even finished its execution. Even this faux-freedom doesn't sate the burning in him, something Gray has come to associate with a firestorm of boredom and restlessness, a hurricane that has him almost clawing at walls. Destruction. God, how he wants to set something on fire. Before he can even register moving, Gray finds himself carried along a path well-worn by him over the past two years of his imprisonment, up, up, up this marble prison, to an office where he's the most unwelcome.

If you were to ask Gray what exactly he dislikes about Dr. Felix Estrada, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Everything. The way he smiles, the authority he carries with him, the wrongness of his words and the way he would look so, so much better without a fucking face. There's been occasions where Gray has tried to tear Dr. Estrada's throat out with his teeth, might have succeeded if it hadn't been for the camera, the guards, and his two week confinement in his room thereafter. It stopped him from letting his physically violent impulses towards Dr. Estrada get the better of him, surely. For about a week.

Standing in front of the door, Gray's eyes glide over the smooth material of it, heart pumping in his throat; not from fear, rather than excitement. Just the idea of the blaze sends shivers of gleeful relief down his spine. Or maybe, if Dr. Estrada is in his office, he could make an attempt at setting him on fire? The idea alone sends a surge through his stomach that propels him through the door... finding the office deserted. For now.

Taking a deep breath to fight against the mild disappointment, Gray immediately goes to work gathering as many pieces of paper as he can, dumping them on the fancy looking desk, before pulling out a cotton ball with ash rolled into it, packed tightly to form an almost dirty, dark stick. The next phase has him pull out a piece of metal and, setting the cotton down on the desk, Gray starts creating friction with the piece of metal and the desktop.

So engrossed in trying to get the ash to set the cotton on fire, he doesn't quite hear or notice the door open until the displacement of air snaps him out of the reverie and his head pulls up quickly, a growl escaping him as he looks over the tiny figure that intruded upon his very important work. "I'll rip your head off, fuck off," he snarls, narrowing his eyes as he lowers his centre of gravity, half-way a defensive stance, half-way an animal ready to pounce.

He hasn't even gotten to the fucking fire yet.

[visceralprayers]

" hello? " poet knocked on felix's bedroom door, " I drove by and saw your car, wasn't sure if you were getting down and dirty with the little leprechaun. " he made his way inside and lifted his brows, " think you can spare a minute for the person who used to be your favourite? " he wasn't as sour as he liked to pretend, but he wouldn't shy away from teasing felix every chance he got. @wailingbones

[shxfting]

@babyitsmagic sent ☠️ from serena || send ☠ to find my muse beaten and bloody after they’ve been missing for a week (accepting)

“how upset is everyone?” he can barely stand and he should definitely be asking for help before he gets into any of this, but felix isn’t exactly thinking straight. but before he can even worry about himself, he needs to know that the courts haven’t fall into chaos. that things are still okay. maybe, hopefully neva’s managed to keep this from his family.

[ollieolzzz]

@ mixsethaddams 🧵🪡 on X but Cattonquick 🤭

drugdealer!Felix| Baby!Oliver | Hinted Dom Oliver

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Felix Catton is a dealer for the filthy rich collage kids and the elite. He has everything they need for them to have a good time.

Felix Catton has everything. The drugs, the money, a powerful last name and Baby.

Nobody has ever seen baby, rumor is that the Felix Catton has a boyfriend.

It wasn’t like Felix kept it a secret. Quite the opposite really, Felix would never tire of showing Ollie off. He just preferred to keep his professional and personal as separate as possible. His customers weren’t worthy of laying eyes on Oliver’s beauty. His cunning eyes and ever sharper tongue, his plush lips, the drawl in his words from his accent. The way he would look at Felix when he was down on his knees telling him how good he’s doing…

No. They weren’t worthy at all.

So Baby was locked away when deals were being done. Felix always kept him out of sight.

[classicslesbianopinions]

seeing this post get notes again is very funny because while i do still agree with a lot of what i said + i'm glad i was a part of this conversation, it is literally not true that greek meter doesn't come as easily to me as latin does. it's honestly easier i just was like four years behind. i love you hindsight