#threads: felix

[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."

[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]

Before I get lost in the new TBHX sauce, lemme just promote the VeiFei Nation server one last time:

June 1, 2025: Invite link has been updated.

Invite link has no expiry, but it’s limited to only ten uses. However, after clicking the invite, you’re not automatically admitted as a server member. You have to first go through an application process by answering 5 simple questions (3 of which are multiple-choice).

I find big servers scary, so I’d like to keep the veifei server small but cozy. Better a small group where you actually get to talk with every person at one point than big community servers where you’re lost in a sea of strangers. So, the mods and I will vet every member that joins. We won’t ask personal questions. We just need to know if you’re a good fit for the server:

You’re a real person

You’re enthusiastic about the ship

You’re at least 18 (coz the server is adults-only)

You’re not strict with top-bottom dynamics

Then even after you’re granted entry, there are a few more steps you have to take before you can access all channels. (And nope, you can’t laze around and skip these because our bot Feifei will ensure you actually do them.)

But once you’re in, it’s actually pretty chill. Almost everyone who ships VeiFei here on Tumblr is part of the server btw, so you might as well just join (✿◡‿◡)

Just one last thing: Only two member applications are approved per week. So if you signed up and haven’t instantly heard back from us, then the limit for the week has probably been reached and you’ll just have to wait. This limit is personally for my own sake because it takes me a while to adjust to new people, I am so sorry 🙈

[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.

[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]

@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."

[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.

[surviveds]

@doomdays: back home, we never talked anymore. now we’re together again. like, we’re really together. (iris + felix)

he wants to argue, shoulders hunching inward defensively, but as he scrambles for the words, felix finds only the truth of it in his heart: those last few months before hope and iris's flight from the campus had been brimming with tension. he'd been content in those moments to dismiss it only as hope's frustration with leo's absence, but looking back, he knows it had run deeper; it had been something they'd all contributed to, some shared feeling that none of them had put voice to, but had followed them on the road here nonetheless - a sliver of it still exists, maybe, but buried beneath the relief that he feels, an emotion stronger than even his worry at their decision to enter the compound, with only such a tenuous exit strategy in their arsenal.

there's none of iris's artwork on the walls or stacks of research on the table like there'd always been in the bennett's campus apartment, but there's undeniably the feeling of home as felix glances around leo's suite, lingering on the sight of hope and their father, hunched over some paper on the couch, before his eyes sweep back towards iris, sitting opposite at the table. felix folds his arms across his chest, a small smile turning the corners of his mouth upward, and he tilts his head forward in gentle agreement - grateful, of course, to see his sisters with their father again, to be with leo himself again, but felix is unable to feel entirely complete: not without will, and with the weight of this place pressing against his shoulders.

"kinda hard to believe we're here." he can't help but look towards leo again, as if he'll disappear if felix doesn't check in every few minutes. "it's..." trailing into silence, felix shrugs, incapable of finding a word that fully grasps what he's feeling. he thinks iris understands, though, so he makes no effort to finish the sentence. he looks her over again, and asks instead, "you get something to eat?" because might as well take advantage of the crm's facilities while they're here, right?

[from-a-spiders-web]

In Prayer, 1889 Felix Schurig 

[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

[prophvtics-a]

continued from here:

"so? that's- come on." growing weak in the face of felix's belligerence, benny finally dropped the arm he had extended out towards him and let it flop weakly by his side. it shouldn't have been so hard to do something good. the more insistent he had to be, the more embarrassed he felt about the whole situation. maybe he'd gotten a little too excited over the prospect of doing a nice thing for a friend and not thought about what it would feel like to be offered such a large amount of money seemingly out of the blue. "what? no, i'm being serious!" he wasn't sure whether or not to be offended that felix thought that he was lying. the fact that he wasn't the kind of guy who looked like he would be making a living that way had been the main driving force behind his success, though that was hard to explain with how flustered the new turn in the conversation had gotten him. "look it's- i didn't think it was going to go anywhere. i needed the money a-and i thought if i didn't show my face it would all be fine but then people started requesting stuff and it got bigger than i ever thought it would and now i-" before felix could interrupt him, benny reached out and grabbed his wrist, then shoved the wad of cash into his hand and attempted to force his fist shut around it. "i have this. so take the money and we- we never have to talk about this again."