#felix oc

[sir-squibbly]

Late night doodle. Just wanted to play with different ears for some rabbit OCs

[thephonemenarentreal]

Felix and any of the Conglomerate guys. They both reach for the same reactor core in an abandoned nuclear power plant... so romantic /j

(They're both trying to charm the other into letting them take the reactor core, and it is not working for either of them. Conman vs conman.)

Jericho is known as the "Pharmacist" as he actually usually handles getting the mind worms out to the the pushers. Sometimes though he gets sent out to do acquisitions....he and Felix touched hands, now they are stuck in a conman loop

(Bonus Vector)

[a-fool-225]

Old Splatoon 3 fan concept ocs, redesigned!!! :D

Felix and Marnie, I ADORE you,,,, haven't drawn em in awhile! Also messin around with outlines!

[styxnbones]

Mage: the Ascension OCs

Agent Avery "Mayfly" Felix; he/they; NWO Blacksuit; Forces specialist; based out of the New York Construct front "Axiom Security," brightest upcoming agent in his division, and personal pet project of the Director. (NPC I wrote/played for Darkness Emergent in Chicago)

Tag | Playlist | RP Blog

[dodybow3]

Happy birthday my oc little pet shop 🎉🥳🎉

🧡🎉🦊

[hyacinthmewn]

I am cringe but I am free

[catparty41]

Dont have any art to give you for today’s OC tober prompt (worst/beat music taste) so heres what i think my main ocs would listen to :33

Felix - definitely listens to hyperpop, breakcore and webcore. I dont rlly know enough about these genres to assign them a fav artist.

Silo - tbh i dont rlly know but he definitely listens to radiohead. Probably very angsty music. Like needlessly angsty music.

Lake - he totally listens to house music while he works.

Nico - im assigning her my music taste but she probably mostly listens to kwite. Tcw too <333

Bella - olivia rodrigo, taylor swift, etc.

Versa - doesnt listen to music. Only nonfiction audio books. Dont give him the aux he will just straight up play book on computers or smth.

Willow - she only listens to what her kids listen to these days, but before she adopted she listened to rock music

Garhhhh thats all i have the energy to do rn please take these :3

[jellobunnz]

Doodle dump ( also mob and midori are there lol)

[nixnuevo]

fuck it. my oc felix bc he is a little guy

[sir-squibbly]

Studying for finals so have this wonderful rendition of when my OC had her second child. I should probably draw her more often again.

Too bad I’m gonna be too busy

[dawnbreakersgaze]

I've been a wee bit quiet around these parts this past week, and I probably will be for a bit longer. Spending time with my family definitely took a massive toll on my mental health, so I'm just kind of hiding out and doing what I love-

Self isolating and painting fabric folds

Since getting back home my immune system hasn't been quite right either so it's been the perfect time to lay around and heavy test the very cool new rig stand my lovely husband bought for my iPad that helps save my hands a ton- so that's very neat.

Anyway, have some lnds oc art and a wild Greyson spotting as a v smol apology for noping the fuck out of being social bc I will literally pluck the eyeballs from my face if I talk to people rn ♡

[pogbur]

Some Oc art idk

Can you tell who they’re based off of lmao. Is it too obvious?

Old designs under cut

These were made before I really had any ideas of their story n whatever just the basics. I also tried a new brush I rlly like in my new ones so

[victorian-vampir]

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact

the brothers

Andy- Andy prefers dark chocolate over milk chocolate

Ollie- Oliver hasn't thrown up in three years

Felix- Felix feeds stray cats because he feels bad the dogs get all the attention from home

[styxnbones]

[skzficdump]

The Night I Let You Go (And Couldn't Breathe After)

paring: bangchan x fem!reader

gender: angst, fluff, a fight before tour puts distance between you, and bangchan can’t stop thinking about you

word count: 1.5k (1507)

warnings: nun

You knew something was wrong. Even before he walked through the door that night, you could feel it.

Bang Chan had been drowning in work for weeks — rehearsals, late-night studio sessions, choreography clean-ups, last-minute meetings with the tour team. He barely texted. He barely ate. And when he did come home, his energy was like a ghost of him — tired eyes, slumped shoulders, and a quietness that didn’t suit the man you loved.

You weren’t mad at him. You were worried. But when people are overwhelmed, they push away the ones they love — and that’s exactly what Chan was doing to you.

That night, when he finally came home close to midnight, you were waiting on the couch. He kicked off his shoes and muttered a barely audible, “I’m home,” not even meeting your eyes.

You tried to keep your voice steady, calm. “Chan… can we talk?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was stressed. “Y/N, not now. I’m exhausted.”

“I know you are,” you said gently, “but I can’t keep acting like everything’s okay when it’s not. You’re not okay. And we’re not okay either.”

That’s when his eyes finally met yours — tired, but slightly defensive.

“I’m doing everything I can. What else do you want from me?”

Ouch. That stung more than you thought it would.

“I’m not asking for more. I’m asking to be part of your life right now, even when it’s messy. You keep shutting me out, Chan.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away. “I just… don’t have time for this. For drama.”

There it was — the word that made your chest ache. Drama. He didn’t mean it. You knew he didn’t. But it still hurt.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You just stood up and said, “Good luck on tour,” before walking toward your room.

You didn’t think that night would end like that. No one ever plans a goodbye to feel like a fracture. But somehow, you and Chan had broken in the worst possible way — quietly.

It wasn’t a screaming match, it wasn’t tears on the floor. It was exhaustion. Distance. The sharpness of silence when love wants to speak but pride gets in the way.

And he left the next morning without even looking back. No kiss. No message. Just… gone.

You didn’t know how much it would haunt him.

And just like that, the fight happened. Short, quiet, but sharp. And he left for the airport the next morning without saying goodbye.

He hated himself for it. The second his plane took off, he knew he messed up. He had a full tour schedule ahead of him, but his heart was stuck back in Seoul — in that quiet living room, with the look on your face when you closed the door behind you.

For the first few days of the North American tour, Chan went into “leader mode.” He buried himself in rehearsals. He kept smiling during interviews. He helped the younger members get through their jet lag and stage nerves.

But the second the lights went down and the crowd disappeared… it hit him.

You weren’t there.

You weren’t texting him "good luck" before the show. You weren’t calling him to remind him to eat. You weren’t there when he walked back into his hotel room, cold and empty and echoing too loud in the quiet.

And worst of all… He left when you were hurt. He left when he should’ve stayed. He left without fixing anything.

The first night, he told himself you both needed space. That once the tour settled, things would fall into place.

The second night, he couldn’t sleep. He stared at his phone for hours, typing messages he never sent:

I’m sorry. I messed up. Are you okay?

But he deleted all of them. Every time.

Because he didn’t know if you wanted to hear from him. He didn’t know if he deserved to.

Felix noticed first. The way Chan barely ate. How he stayed in the studio even after everyone else left. How he’d sit by the hotel window at 3 a.m., staring at nothing.

“Hyung,” Felix said gently one night, “you need to talk to her.”

Chan didn’t even look up. “She probably hates me.”

Felix shook his head. “She doesn’t. She’s hurt. That’s different.”

But Chan didn’t believe it. Not when your voice haunted him every time he tried to sleep.

“I just want to be part of your life… even when it’s messy.” “You keep shutting me out.”

You were right. You’d always been right. And now he was thousands of miles away from the one person who grounded him — who made all the chaos worth it.

He started seeing you everywhere.

Every time a fan gave him a plushie that reminded him of you. Every time he passed a street musician playing a song you loved. Every time he looked in the mirror and barely recognized the man looking back.

During the third show, when the lights dimmed before their final encore, he had a full second of panic.

You weren’t in the crowd.

You always tried to be, even when it was just as a little silhouette backstage or watching through a livestream. And now?

Gone. Because of him.

He finally broke down to Felix two nights later in the hotel room.

“I feel like there’s a hole in my chest,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I miss her so much it physically hurts.”

Felix handed him his phone.

“Then fix it. Before it’s too late.”

Chan stared at the screen… then shook his head.

“She deserves better. She deserves someone who doesn’t drag her through my storms.”

Felix smiled sadly. “She never asked for perfect skies. She asked to be there with you.”

What you didn’t know was that Chan had already started preparing a small surprise for you. Even before the fight. Just a little corner of his hotel room he wanted to decorate with your photo, your favorite snacks, and a note he planned to leave on your pillow for when you visited later in the tour.

But now the gifts stayed untouched, hidden in his suitcase. It was like they stared at him every night, reminding him of what he lost.

And you? You tried to go on with your days like normal, but everything felt off. Every time you saw a picture of him at the airport, or heard someone talking about the tour, your stomach twisted.

It wasn’t until Felix texted you two nights later that something shifted.

"Hey, Y/N. I know things are weird. But he’s not okay without you. Neither of you are. Please… come to LA. I’ll help you."

You didn’t even have to think twice. The next thing you knew, you were on a plane with your heart racing faster than the jet engines. Felix met you at the airport in a hoodie and mask, like some undercover angel, and helped sneak you into the hotel where the boys were staying.

Your hands were shaking when you reached Chan’s room.

“Don’t knock,” Felix whispered. “He’s expecting me.”

He slid the keycard into the door, opened it slightly, and gave you one last nod before disappearing down the hallway.

Inside, the lights were low — warm, soft. A candle was burning on the nightstand. And there he was. Sitting at the edge of the bed, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

When he turned and saw you… Everything cracked.

“Y/N…?”

You didn’t say anything at first. Just ran into his arms. And he held you like he’d been drowning for days and you were the only breath he had left.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over into your shoulder. “I was stupid. I was stressed and scared and I pushed you away, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

“I know,” you murmured. “I just wanted to be there for you. That’s all I ever wanted.”

He pulled back, eyes glassy. “I left without fixing it. I left when we were broken. I thought about you every second on that flight. Every second here. I was going to fly you out myself if Felix didn’t beat me to it.”

You both laughed a little through the tears.

Then he stood up and led you to the corner of the room where a tiny surprise was waiting: a little photo of you both framed on the table, next to your favorite snacks and a hand-written note.

“I miss home. And home is you.”

That night, you didn’t talk much more. You didn’t have to. You just lay curled up in bed together, his arms around you, his lips pressed to your hair as he finally — finally — slept like someone at peace.

And maybe things weren’t perfect. Maybe they never would be. But that night, in a quiet hotel room in a city far from home, you both found your way back to each other.

And that? That was everything.

[galoogamelady]

Since y'all call any Dragonborn character "Dark Urge" now