#and Felix experiments on him

[hexedrosel-arts]

Peppermint tea and in ability to sleep causes this

explanation under the cut cause this is very long, also I hope Teddy has the bug eyed look I was going for.

okay so I got a weird au idea last night which also made me come to a realization that I love experimentation as an idea So Applesoft sells electronics okay? Very normal for the company, but that is more of a front to what goes on underneath all that wiring. Applesoft's semi legal chemical is a base to many substances. Pills, strange green goo, and the various highly illegal things that come from experimentation. So of course Applesoft has to use test subjects, that may or may not be willing and/or kidnapped. All a business needs to make a great profit. Felix has always been aware of this. Father has shown him some of the more illegal parts of the Applesoft brand, it has to happen, Felix will run the business eventually so he needs to apathetic to the stuff underneath. Felix gets to see this in full force, he gets to read up on all the procedures, but he never gets to do it hands on.

Felix comes up with an idea to get more hands on, as well as remove a certain problem for both him and his father. Felix's only requirement is that only he can deal with this test, unless it goes haywire and needs to be terminated. And that's how Teddy awakes in a glass container, unable to remember the last time he saw another person that wasn't his brother. The sun, school, a decent bed, all lost on him. Teddy has been mad for a long time, when he was first put in, when the first needle pricked his skin, since whenever these tests started.

He's not mad at Felix though, Felix has been good at telling lies(not that Teddy knows). So what Teddy believes is that it was Father's idea, father was planning on removing Teddy entirely, but Felix saved him, yeah Teddy can't see the sun or his friends anymore, but it's okay it's better than the alternative. Felix always says nice things to him, and when Teddy doesn't do anything wrong he gets his favorite tea and updates on his friends!

Felix is only nice because of what he read, sometimes the subjects get aggressive and try to break containment. Being nice to his brother is only to keep himself safe. As long as Teddy is happy, Felix gets to continue with his tests. Felix's lies extend more than blaming other people for Teddy's situation. Felix is good at lying to Teddy, if there is one thing Felix loves about his brother, it's how naive he is. Everyday Felix gets to say such sweet things such as

"I will let you out one day, once your final test is finished."

"Of course, I'll reverse whatever mutations you gain throughout this process."

"You're the first official test subject of Applesoft, be happy Teddy, you're going to better humanity and Applesoft!"

Teddy doesn't fully understand why he was picked, he was supposed to be one of the heirs to Applesoft. but Felix looks so happy when Teddy doesn't complain about what's going on, and he'll be let out one day, so he waits for that day, when Felix will be happy enough to let him out. I'll mention that Teddy's anger is still there, he has plans when he is allowed out, the first of which is ridding the world of his father, but he keeps that anger down, Felix doesn't let him nice things when he is angry, he wants to be angry.

Also, Teddy was drugged so his last real outside memory was Felix being strangely nice to him and then going to bed. AND Billy + slime trio can smell the chemicals on Felix and feel like there is something off about him. despite the fact that Felix does the standard decontamination procedure(to remove the chemical smell off of him. As well as to keep him from getting any strange mutations) it never really goes away, the mentioned 4 know from experience.

[edorazzi]

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[nightmare-foundation]

The fact that there aren't any fics (that I know of) talking about Dicks time(s) in Arkham Asylum, specifically the time in Batman: RIP (iirc) that he was there for a full week, and the resulting trauma from that experience, is a fucking CRIME

Like... that's a goldmine of whump and angst if that's up your alley, especially hurt/comfort. On top of that it just sucks it's never talked about or even mentioned bc that experience would be deeply traumatizing.

Like cmoooon we need fic on this

[xavigab]

Okay, but Oliver actually being a stupidly rich kid too, and him being rich and bored... well, he started doing social experiments. It started off with simple stuff with the staff, like dropping money and seeing if they’d keep it or give it back to him or his mother. As he got older, the experiments became more complicated. In a sense, he accidentally created a little cult before he just ghosted them because he got scared. (He saw Scientology and was like ‘oh yeah I could do that’) He had journal after journal, all being very detailed research on each experiment he’s done. Then he entered Oxford, and instead of Oliver falling in love at first sight, he kinda just wanted to see if Felix, the golden boy of Oxford, could be befriended by a 'poor awkward scholarship kid with no style' (lmao). Anyways, he started from the very beginning, meeting Michael (whom he would have liked to befriend because the guy was weird and would be nice to socially study), and then the whole lying about his ‘family’ to be taken to Saltburn, and then after conducting that experiment because it like worked, he decided to do a second part and see how much lying it would take for a friend to forgive. He hired another family and planned to be called when he was bathing. Oh and if y’all want you could say he fell In love with Felix at the end of it so he confessed in the maze and like after some angst they had their happy ending hahaha. Anyways, he takes his social experiments very seriously. (I would say the most he would do is the Farleigh thing about the plate, but he would still feel bad lol. I wouldn’t say he would be able to kill someone. As he did social experiments, he learned more about people, the good and the bad, so I feel like he would have very good etiquette.)

Sorry I like making completely new stories from already existing once cuz I’m dumb

[adastra-rising]

My one hope for season 6 is that they deal with Argos’ eyebrows.

You think I’m kidding but I’m totally not.

I’ve seen people clown on his inhuman eyes or purple skin but I literally don’t care I just need them to use a darker shade of green for his eyebrows. Because compared to his skin, his light green eyebrows are quite hard to make out.

Like, in this shot right here, you can’t see his eyebrows.

And this might be a personal thing but eyebrows in animation are one of the best ways to show facial expressions.

Actually, scratch that, give him some eyeliner while you’re at it. And alter the shade of the sclera to be lighter than the iris, OR make the iris MUCH brighter (this is what fanart often does). I LOVE the dark sclera but in the daylight (Like Felix looks stunning in every single frame of Emotion, and still looks good in a large majority of Representation, but as soon as you slap his character model under the light of the sun, something feels off) or in zoomed out shots, he looks super… bug-eyed? Like it’s not super clear where the sclera begin and the iris ends? None of the other holders with altered eyes (Ryuko, Chat Noir, Ladynoire, etc) have this problem it’s just him. And his eyes so cool, I just want them to be like…. Visible?

I might make an attempt at an Argos redesign but I already REALLY like his design, he outserves literally everyone. there are just like, a few small changes I’d make for the sake of versatility? If that makes any sense.

[foursidecity]

So funny to me rhat people are still hung up on how adrien and chat are like completly diffrent people when like. Marinette is the most clumsy disorganized unlucky girl in the world but she also ladybug: yknow, the magical lucky organized superhero that pulls random shit outta thin air and makes it work? like come on now

[ludicleaf]

midnight delusions are perfect because they help you come up with fic ideas from the most obscure of sources

[felixsslutwife]

lixies quote of the day #11

skz felix smut warning for this one, also its kinda a short storytime lol

so basically some annoying ass nerd mf who sits at my table in class (we fight basically every 2 minutes) was holding a pencil n then he said "i wonder if this pencil would fit down lixie's throat"

so i was thinking abt felix n like without thinking i just said

"yk what else would fit down my throat"

n before i could even answer my first question my friend said

"felix?"

n like. how did she know. HOW DID SHE KNAURRRR

mind reading shit istg

i also then told my friends that i wanted felix to choke me (with his cock) n put me on a leash n i think theyre concerned for my mental health hahahahhahueeuehueehMWAWAHHAHAHAHAHHAA

[lostboys-fangposting]

the volturi elite guard as wwdits (the show)

demetri:

felix:

jane:

alec:

[dallonwrites]

my autistic ass when i would try to explain to my non-autistic writer friends how my ocs don’t just feel like characters/plot devices/narrative tools, they feel like fully fledged people that just live inside my brain who i just have access to for some reason and the stories i write are merely a snapshot into their fully fledged personhood/lives. and that that these feelings don’t mean i’m unaware of my role/agency/responsibility as the writer who has the final say in these characters and how they are written it just means that my writing process feels very intuitive and i can only describe it as “listening” and “getting to know” these people that just live inside my brain in a way that i don’t feel like i can completely elaborate on. and because of this i would actually consider these characters “real” in their own way because the impact and influence they have had on me as a person beyond just my writing is so real and not having them would feel like i’m missing a part of myself 

[hexedrosel-arts]

I am once again drawing an au where people suffer and it will never very completed because I hate making people suffer

Also: Waiter Waiter for toxic Felix please!!!

I never posted these but they are unrelated to toxic Fozzy but I should have them out in the world before I forget

[edorazzi]

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[blujayonthewing]

so in juniper's campaign we've just found ourselves in a high-stakes situation that I as a player do frankly find stressful and am anxious about, but hey hi also the DM was like 'okay here are the exact mechanics of how this is going to work because I don't want to surprise you with serious repercussions, also here are all the options you will have to try to do something about the situation-- [affected player] what do you think? honest feedback, I don't want it to feel unfair, I want to be clear that I am not just trying to kill your character, and if it ends up being badly balanced we can revisit it down the road' and oh my god I could COLLAPSE and WEEP with gratitude

[midnightfangz]

There's something about silly cafe AUs that soothes my soul so much

[foreveranevilregal]

Pepa with insomnia? And how it affects Felix?

I'm back! I know I took a bit of a break from writing, but I'm back to doing prompts. This was a really fascinating idea; I loved delving into how her anxiety spills into insomnia. It's more of a character study, but I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

It was happening again. The dreams. One minute she was sound asleep, the next she was bolting upright, chest heaving from her jagged breaths. There would be no getting back to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the ground.

He must have sensed the shift in the mattress; the way it dipped lower before rising abruptly. A hand reached out towards her. “Can’t sleep again?” He murmured sleepily.

“No,” she answered quietly. Her hand closed over his, giving it a quick squeeze. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

And sorry she was, she reflected; standing up and turning to face her still sleeping husband, whose body sprawled over half the bed, yet did not encroach on the space meant to be hers. Space that was rapidly cooling, leaving the hand resting there touching cold sheets.

She was familiar with the phenomenon, of course, having experienced it on the other side of sunrise. When her racing mind would finally run out of fuel and allow her to rest, she would collapse into bed. If she was lucky, her sleep would overlap somewhat with Félix’s. Usually, she would fall asleep just as he was rising. And then it was her turn to touch cold sheets.

Of course, they were never quite as cold in the morning as they were in the middle of the night when she would rouse.

Everything was worse at night. The darkness thick, enveloping her like an inky fog. The cacophony of jungle sounds all the more jarring without the noises of people going about their day to camouflage it. The thoughts in her head free to take over, unencumbered by the endless list of errands she would undertake during the day to stave them off.

Thoughts that were currently rendering her unable to sleep next to her husband, the way she should be. That caused her to wake up, trying to smooth out the deep shuddering breaths and calm her pounding heart. That hung the cloud over her head whose smothering presence she could feel more than see.

When her mind raced like this, she felt like a windup toy that someone had wound until the key jammed and then stuck in a box; rattling restlessly, unable to rid itself of the pent-up energy inside. Fortunately, though her mind felt trapped, her body was entirely free to move. So move she would.

Crossing to the other side of the bed, she pressed a gentle kiss to Félix’s cheek, whispering another contrite apology. They both knew that her sleepless nights rolled into miserable mornings, when she would show up for breakfast too late, gulping down scalding hot coffee just to keep herself awake through the meal. The coffee made her heart race, and she didn’t love the bitterness, but she’d learned to accept drinking it black.

She’d learned to accept a lot of darkness in her life.

Like how when she was a young girl, she saw things lurking in the shadows that danced on the walls. Things that her mamá insisted firmly were just a figment of her imagination, sometimes accompanied by a touch of exasperation. At a certain point, the idea that Pepa was too old for such nonsense got peppered in. Pepa had never wanted to make her mamá mad, and she knew how hard she worked all day to keep the encanto running smoothly. After a while, she stopped bothering her mamá with her nighttime torment. But she kept seeing them.

Things that Bruno told her were all manner of scary monsters, waiting to snatch her up. The wider her eyes grew in terror, the more he kept embellishing his stories, lips spreading in an indulgent grin until he would break down in laughter and say he was only kidding.

After Julieta realized this was happening, she scolded him sternly, telling him to knock it off. She tried to reassure Pepa, that the shadows were merely objects around the room leaving their grotesquely stretched imprint on the walls. It wasn’t a bogeyman, just a table and lamp casting an unfortunately distorted shadow.

When they turned 5, their casita had given them magical gifts. Bruno had gotten the gift of prophecy. His stories, though they had gotten rarer, were all the more terrifying now, especially when he made his eyes glow green while he was talking.

Julieta had gotten the gift of healing. Pepa had lost count of how many times she had begged her for an arepa or pandebono or something to heal her from the horrors inside her head. Even though Julieta always obliged her with whatever food she had on hand, it never helped.

Pepa got the gift of affecting the weather with her mood. It was small things at first, like a light drizzle when she was upset, or a few extra rays of sunshine when she was happy. But as she grew, her power did too, and soon, her stormy moods became literal.

Although Casita had provided them with their own magical rooms once they received their gifts, the triplets preferred to keep sharing. They had grown used to having each other around as they slept. Pepa especially craved the closeness, clinging to Julieta fiercely, as if her sister could protect her from the threatening shapes.

Eventually, they got too old to keep sharing and relented to sleep in their own rooms. But Pepa snuck in to see Julieta and Bruno more often than not. Mostly Julieta, but she also liked her brother more at night now that he wasn’t exacerbating her fears. Sometimes she would just curl up into Julieta and cry as sleeplessness took over her young self, relishing the comfort her sister would offer in return. But then the next morning, she would see Julieta with bags under her eyes, and her mother’s words would ring in her ears.

Pepa had to learn how to get through nights by herself.

The way she was doing now, she mused, wandering aimlessly through the hallways. Bright moonlight bathed the floors where it shone in through the windows. She climbed down the stairs gingerly, careful not to wake anyone else. Old wooden floors creaked under her feet, and she did her best to keep her footsteps light. The steps cast a strange shadow on the floor, a violent zigzag stretched so far that if it were a physical object, it would have snapped. But she didn’t fear shadows anymore.

Life had gotten a bit easier once she realized that the shadows weren’t figures lurking there just to scare her. It coincided with the triplets going off to school. Being around other kids, she learned very quickly what was normal and what wasn’t. Shadows, even weird ones, were normal.

Her gift, on the other hand, was not. Most of the time, she could keep it in check. Control it, even. Every time she made it rain on the crops, or sunny to dry clothes, people were always grateful to her and her Madrigal gift. But when her emotions overwhelmed her, when she felt the tears flooding her eyes… well… sometimes she actually flooded. Lord knows the floor of her classroom wasn’t in need of rain. Yet rain she did after failing her first test. And the courtyard didn’t need an ugly gash running through it, but she couldn’t control the bolt of lightning that crashed down next to her. In her defense, those boys shouldn’t have been trying to touch her.

Of course, the piéce de résistance of her long list of weather-related disasters was the hurricane she caused on her wedding day. Okay, it wasn’t exactly her fault. Bruno had provoked her. Again. It was his fault she caused a hurricane.

The shadows that haunted her morphed from literal to figurative. Her dreams were no longer filled with shadowy figures waiting to ambush her. Now they featured her schoolmates, laughing at her for crying so hard she ruined her notebook. Calling her names behind her back, many of which her mamá would have washed her mouth out with soap for repeating. Mocking her mercilessly for anything and everything they could think of, from her hair to, later on, how friendly she was with boys. Mostly from boys she wasn’t so friendly with.

She would always wake suddenly, panting hard, with a shadowy cloud overhead. Her heart would pound like a drum and her hands felt clammy and cold, like they did when she’d get sick all the time before Julieta got her gift. Sleep was impossible, so she’d toss and turn futilely until the sun rose above the horizon, heralded by the rooster.

Until she realized that, if she was already unable to sleep, there was no point staying in bed. After that, she would get up and wander around until she tired herself out enough to sleep again. People would comment on her tiredness, and she’d always make up some lame excuse. They’d also comment on how quietly she walked, and how often she’d startle them. It was an ability born of involuntary practice.

When she got older, she started leaving the house; sneaking out silently to meander around town. Seeing her animal friends always helped her feel a little better, especially the dogs, to whom she’d give an affectionate pat on the head. There were a few spots she liked to visit when the worries got too loud, but her favorite was the river.

Her mother didn’t like her going near the river, always cautioning her against it. Pepa supposed she thought it was too dangerous, that Pepa would fall in and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again, or God forbid, drown. This supposition was never brought up to her mother.

However, Pepa was careful not to fall in (and unbeknownst to her mother, a strong swimmer as well). She’d sit by the bank, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she stared into the gleaming blackness of the river, broken up by starlight skittering across the surface. What she really loved about the river was that it was loud. Loud enough to drown out the roaring thoughts inside her head.

This was where she was headed now. She knew Félix would be worried if he woke up yet again to find her half of the bed still empty, so she hoped the thrum of the current would soothe her sooner.

Meeting him had been a godsend. Maybe she was the one that could produce sunlight at will, but he was the real sunshine. Many couples joked about how their spouses were the sun in their lives. In her case, it was actually true.

He’d moved to the encanto when the triplets had turned thirteen. He was a little older, and made his presence known from the get-go. Félix was outgoing, lively, charming, funny... He was able to calm her down when no one else could. She hadn’t even realized she was falling in love with him until one day she saw him holding hands with another girl and got the urge to knock her lights out.

Granted, the other girl would have been all wrong for him. Her friend deserved someone way better. Someone who he enjoyed spending time with, who made him laugh too, who could keep up with his dancing. Someone like…her.

He’d given her a pair of sun earrings after they started officially courting, claiming that when he looked at her, he saw the sun. But he was the real sun. If anything, she was the moon; absorbing brightness from him and reflecting it out into the world. It was a more apt comparison, in her opinion. He was an insufferable morning person, like Julieta. When his enthusiastic effervescence wasn’t getting on her nerves, it gave her the boost she needed to get through those awful morning hours before she fully woke up, even after the coffee kicked in.

And she was a night owl. She liked to stay up late, reading, until his snoring caused her to be unable to focus on what happened with María anymore. Then she’d set her book down and snuggle up next to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. At first, she slept a lot better just having him there next to her. But after a while, her night terrors returned once more.

It got worse after Dolores was born. The pregnancy had been so exhausting, she slept clear through the night. But once she was born, Pepa was back to being as twitchy as a mouse. Her dreams changed to accommodate her new fears of being a bad mother, of not caring for her child properly, losing her, hurting her, failing her. Félix, fortunately, was a heavy sleeper, and hardly woke when she did. Pepa would always take care of any nighttime baby business. It just made sense, seeing as she was already awake. Besides, Félix worked so hard…he deserved his rest.

In between caring for her babies, her sleep fluctuated; sometimes better, sometimes worse.

(Except after Bruno disappeared. Then, she would sleep all day and toss and turn all night. But she couldn’t bear to remember that.)

Félix had been wonderful to her throughout all of parenthood. He insisted on taking a more active role with Camilo, hoping that her insomnia stemmed from motherly obligation, and would always give her a kiss and whispered “sleep well”. But it was pointless. Worse, it was affecting him. Where before he would be the first one at the fields, ready to work, now he would lumber in last, stifling yawns the entire time he was there.

Pepa couldn’t stand to see him like this, so they went back to their earlier routine after Antonio’s surprise arrival. For some reason, he’d been easier. Sure, he had all the typical baby nighttime needs, but more often than not, it was his cries that awoke her rather than the twisted voices in her head chanting their litany of all her shortcomings. She guessed that she’d worked through those particular worries by then.

Eventually, her nocturnal turmoil resumed. It had become a sick sort of routine for them: Pepa waking in the middle of the night, Félix sleeping alone, Pepa stumbling into bed exhausted in the early morning just as Félix was getting ready to start his day. They slept alone more often than either of them would have liked, and she knew he missed her as much as she missed him.

Thankfully, it wasn’t happening nearly as often now. Losing her gift was ironically the best gift she could have asked for. Without a physical and destructive manifestation of her emotions, she’d been able to work through things that had been bothering her since she was a child. Even after it returned, she slept a lot better, and as a result, Félix did too.

She passed the church, its steeple distinctive even in the darkness. When she was younger, she used to pray to God to take the fears away. It didn’t seem to help much. Now she prayed for more important things, like the health of her husband and children. They were all doing fine. Perhaps God liked those prayers better.

A cobblestone jutting up made her lose her footing. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The sky was still dark, lacking even the faintest tinge of gray, so she guessed not that long had passed. It wasn’t like she could look at the clock to check. Her feet had become uncertain in her weariness. Time for her to return home.

She slipped into the house unnoticed, climbing back into bed as quietly as she could, taking care not to lie on top of Félix’s hand still stretched over the empty expanse of mattress.

As soon as she was under the covers, his arm swung over her hip, pulling her closer to himself subconsciously. He mumbled something unintelligible and smiled in his sleep.

Pepa pressed herself closer into his body. He felt so warm after the chill of the nighttime air. Soon, he would warm her up too, and then they would be sharing each other’s warmth together, asleep in bed at the same time.

The way things were always supposed to be, and the way she hoped they’d stay.

[recitedemise]

He exits the bookstore, a little hole in the wall like some well-kept secret. It's dark already, the season trudging slow through the claws of winter, and Gale's every mind to scurry to his humble home. He eyes the stars, however—then there, a single man.

"If you don't my saying so, you've the look of wanderlust to you. A beautiful word, that. It may be the sentiments of the hour, but I'd always believed it carried a flavor of nostalgia. An incessant desire to brave those roads untrodden—for what else is a man if not a creature of adventure? Or more importantly still, thrilling discovery?" Huh. Well, for such an unbidden comment, surely, perhaps this stranger minds quite a lot. Goodness. Gale blinks, catching himself after his peculiar spiel. He could fluster for it, blame his gracelessness for that year in solitude, but it'd hardly do now to begin whinging, would it? Almost timidly, he grins and musters a laugh. "But that's merely an observation," he scrabbles together with all the charm of an awkward boy. "There are far better places to gaze onto our cosmos than Dagenham, I can confirm—no offense, of course, though I'd be remiss not to share it all the same." / @cragsnow ♡'d.