#felix makes me physically ill

[blushft]

i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman *smashes head into mirror*

[kanadellama]

luka and felix doodles <3

[eiochevart]

Heyaa I uhm I really like them hi (Waving and grinning at altta Ravio)

I really really hope this gives you even an ounce of the joy your drawing gave meeee wahhhh I can’t even think about it bc it’s gonna make me physically ill :,)

Honestly this barely feels worthy to be given for your drawing (I’m sorryyyy I genuinely can not ever get over it in my entire life.)

I loooooovvveeeeee your art so so much hope you’re doing so well forever 🫶

FELIX THIS IS AMAZING!!!! It’s them it’s them it’s them 🗣️🗣️🥹🫶🫶🫶

You draw them so well, I’m so happy omg

[astroyongie]

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How Would Stray Kids React To Seeing Their EX Out With Someone Else

-> Astrology based

Bangchan

Oh well it seems like Bangchan is the type that will observe from across the room where you and your new partner are, with a soul-piercing gaze. yet you can't read him, he seems calm and unreadable.

Does not react visibly mostly because he doesn't want you to have the wrong story about him. But the temperature in the room just dropped 10 degrees.

Birth chart based, Chan believes he still has some kinda of psychic ownership over you and it's something he would struggle with a lot. thinks stuff like “That’s mine. Even if it’s not mine anymore.”

Will remember your new partner’s face forever, for strategic reasons. because you never know when he will have to run over someone with his car

Chan possibly walks by, looking hot and untouchable, just to haunt at you as he truly wants to show that he doesn't care.

Minho

I believe that Minho would have a hard time with it and he might react strongly. like, immediate internal explosion: jealousy, betrayal, rage, desire all at once.

the moment he sees you with that new person, he will feel physically ill but pretends not to notice since he doesn't want you to know that he is affected by your presence.

Can’t stop watching. his birth chart also shows that he might stalk your new partner online later for extra info or ask “who the fuck is that?” to your friends or his own

Will spiral into 3 AM obsessive thoughts and possibly ritualistic revenge plotting because well, Minho is just like that really

"No one touches what's mine and gets away with it." that's definitely his energy and thoughts about the whole situation

Changbin

Changbin's first reaction would be: scrutinizes your new partner’s outfit, posture, and job stability. anything he can to show superiority.

I believe that pain would hit in slow, subtle waves. he won’t make a scene, but will judge hard as he sees you laughing with this new partner of yours

Lowkey, i think changbin would think something like, “Do they even floss? I gave them structure, and now this?” like he can be extremely judgy

More bitter than jealous. Might fixate on flaws as self-protection and also to help him feel a little better about the fact that you have moved on.

based on his chart, he is the type that could go home and deep-clean the entire house while overthinking everything or most precisely on his case, going to the gym and sweat a bunch.

Hyunjin

well with Hyunjin.. the moment he sees you with your new partner. it would feel to him like a ghost just walked through him.

based on his chart, he may pretend to be fine, even sweet to you an them, smiling and introducing himself — but internally he is drowning in nostalgia.

"Were you ever real with me?" — cue inner violin solo. No but he would truly feel like his world is just over since you have moved on

Jealousy hits in a tragic, poetic way. Probably writes a vague caption later., writes some lyrics for his musics or even paints to express his emotions

Hyunjin might even dream about you that night and confuse it with reality, or think it means you still want him

Han

Well the moment he sees you with someone, it becomes obvious. Han is painfully aware of how the situation looks to others, but he would try to keep calm and a graceful composure.

Internally, he is hurt but immediately goes into charm mode to outshine your new partner. He wants people to see that you have lost him and not the other way around

Might flirt with someone nearby just to see if you notice. it's also just enough to see if you would get jealous.

Han probably thinks something along the lines of “They downgraded, and that’s embarrassing for me.”, because again his ego would hurt

based on his chart, Han would try to process feelings later over wine, friends, and curated playlists.

Felix

The moment Felix sees you with someone else, you can bet that he will smile automatically and waves even. he wants to avoid awkwardness at all costs.

Doesn’t show jealousy about you or your partner but he feels it intensely under the surface- yet he would try not to show it too much

based on his chart, after the encounter he spiral, and ask himself stuff like “Did I do something wrong? Was I not enough?”

Possibly compares himself as someone who is unfavorably to the new partner in your life. to him you deserve better and he hopes you will be able to realize it

for sure, Felix would text three friends of yours to ask if you are doing okay and also to have info about your relationship

Seungmin

the moment he sees you with a new someone, segueing would be laughing too loudly, flips his hair, but he does not ignore you, his little evil side showing.

based on his chart. Seungmin would passive-aggressively flirt with someone hotter while keeping you in his peripheral vision to see if you were looking.

Lowkey hopes the your new partner trips or spills something and makes themselves a fool so he can judge it later.

but honestly things are easy with him: Jealousy turns to pettiness, which turns to self-doubt, which turns to online stalking.

he might post a fire selfie captioned “unbothered 💅” on his social media to send you hints but then he would cry 10 minutes later in his bedroom

Jeongin

I think that jeongin would be visibly triggered by your presence with someone else, and he would be instantly hot in jealousy, and even comment out loud something like “Oh? Already??”

but I believe he would react with boldness to the situation, with either flirting with you, confronting your new partner, or makes a dramatic exit.

he wants to win the breakup on sight. “I’ll find someone hotter. Tonight.” he would whisper to your discretely, as if he was trying to get you back

based on his chart, he might act fine, but his body language gives it away. jeongin has fiery eyes and sharp movements shows his jealousy

Could actually hook up with someone just to outdo you and your partner.

[jisungiesvzz]

You Need To Eat Well

Han Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: eating disorder, panic attack, anxiety, throwing up, fluff at the end?

Word Count: 1.8k

P.S. This is my first post so please let me know if I’ve missed warnings! Also, this is NOT proof read so send in any typos or wtvr lol.

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It was around lunch time when you were with Jisung and his members in their practice room. They were arguing over a particular dance move while you lay on the couch in the corner, mindlessly scrolling through a social media app. 

“Alright enough!” Bangchan said, raising his voice a bit.

You flinched slightly at his sudden unexpected tone change. The members went silent but Jisung stared at you, noticing your sudden movement. You noticed him staring and quickly went back to looking at your phone.

“Clearly we are all frustrated with each other and arguing isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

The other members nodded their heads in agreement as a bunch of sighs went around the room.

“You’re right,” Changbin chimed in. “It is a little past lunchtime, let’s grab something to eat and start up again after.”

You shuttered at the idea of eating in a group.

“Yeah, I could really use some food.” Hyunjin agreed. The other members simultaneously shuffled off to their bags to grab what they needed before regrouping at the door.

You saw a shadow approaching you and you set down your phone, sitting up to see who it was.

Jisung.

“You should come with us, you need to eat too.”

“Uh… yeah no I’ll go with you guys.” You replied back, making sure to avoid the part about you actually eating.

You grabbed your phone and wallet and walked out the door with the group. You tried to subtly walk behind the members to avoid the topic of food without making it obvious. Seungmin and I.N were debating very loudly over which ramen place would be better to eat at. Hearing the word ramen made you feel physically ill. You did your best to put on a smile but Jisung noticed you were a little pale and matched your pace to walk next to you. 

“How are you feeling? You look a little pale.” He asked, trying to sound calm but his concern was more evident in his voice than he intended.

“Oh I’m pale? I feel fine though.” You said trying to sound convincing.

“Are you sure?” He asked, not believing you.

You nodded your head with the best reassuring smile you could muster up. You could tell he didn’t really believe you but before anymore could be said you had arrived at the restaurant.

The group grabbed a table and you tried not to sit next to Jisung to avoid him noticing your eating pattern. You sat next to Felix and Bangchan which made Jisung frown a little but he shrugged it off and sat next to Felix.

Minutes went by and your mood began to change for the better as Felix started excitedly talking  to you about his upcoming Louis Vuitton photoshoot. You slowly forgot about where you were until the waiter came up and started taking everyone’s orders. It came to your turn and you were already dreading everyone looking at you, waiting for you to order. You pretended to look at the menu and then ordered a small appetizer. 

The waiter finished writing down the orders and walked away.

“Y/n-ah you should’ve ordered more, that won’t fill you up,” Lee know stated from across the table.

Your stomach dropped. Everyone was looking at you.

“I uh- I ate a big breakfast, I’m just… not that hungry right now,” you felt so pathetic through the lie. 

“Breakfast was so long ago, we’ll order you some ramen,” Bangchan said, waving down the waiter before you could reject his statement.

The food arrived moments later, and the second the bowl was put in front of you, you felt so nauseous. 

It’s too much food. You look like a pig eating this in front of them, Don’t it eat, they’re judging.

You tried to wait a couple minutes before excusing yourself to the bathroom but you almost threw up just thinking about picking up the chopsticks. 

“I’m gonna head to restroom real quick,” you said quickly and you sped to the bathroom.

You swung the door open, not bothering to lock it behind you. You immediately started belching and throwing up into the toilet. Tears streamed down your face as you continued throwing up. The door cracked open and you faintly heard someone’s worried voice.

“Y/n-ah…?”

A second later, someone was dashing towards you and holding your hair back. You shuttered aggressively once you stopped vomiting and let out a shaky whimper. You felt someone’s hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles on it. 

“What happened...?” You recognized the voice. It was Jisung.

You sighed not wanting to speak.

Jisung grabbed your chin and turned head to look up at him. He looked you in the eyes and he could see the hurt in them.

“Talk to me. Please, Y/n…” he quietly begged.

“I just feel sick, it… it could be a c-cold.” You stammered through your lie.

It was evident in his eyes that he didn’t fully believe you but after a few moments of thought he let it go.

“I’m gonna tell the members you’re not feeling well then I’m taking you home.”

“Ji, I’m fine-”

He cuts you off, “Y/n don’t argue with me. You are sick and you need rest.”

You sighed and gave in, nodding your head. He helped you stand up and headed back to the table to grab your things.

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You lay in bed staring up at the ceiling with Jisung laying next to you. It had been quiet for a while, leaving plenty of time for Jisung to think. He noticed you were pale again.

“Do you think you can get down some broth?” He broke the silence.

You internally gagged but he didn’t notice.

“I’m not hungry,” you reply weakly.

He sat up, slightly hovering over you, “Y/n, I’m worried about you. You’re super pale, it’s not normal.”

He thinks you’re ill. You can’t eat. He’ll laugh at you for wanting food.

“Stop, please…” you begged, rubbing your face “I can’t think about food anymore… please, just stop.”

The tears were forming again and that’s when Jisung caught on.

“Are you… Y/n when was the last time you really ate?”

“I told you, I ate this mor-”

He cut you off, “Don’t lie Y/n, when was the last time you ate.”

Silence feel between you two. Tears pricked Jisung’s eyes as his suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t say anything before getting up and leaving the room.

He’s leaving you. He thinks you’re pathetic for not eating. You can’t eat. Don’t eat. He’ll think you’re a pig.

The thoughts kept rolling in and you started to panic, your thoughts consuming you by the minute. A couple minutes go by and Jisung comes back in with a small cup of broth. He sits on the edge of the bed and moves the cup towards your lap. You shake your head but he just looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Think of it as flavored water, yeah? It’s not food.”

“I- I can’t…. I-” 

The panic is setting in. Your breathing became labored and you started shaking uncontrollably. You desperately tried to calm down but everything felt like it was caving in on you; the ceiling, the walls, the mattress pulling you into an endless abyss as you gripped at them tightly. 

Jisung practically threw the cup onto the nightstand as he saw you panicking.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

You tried to answer but your breath kept getting caught in your throat. You begin clawing at  your chest as you felt like you were about to combust, tears now pouring out of your eyes. Jisung knew you were choking on your words and grew scared that you soon wouldn’t be able to breathe at all. He wrapped you in his arms, your head flesh with his chest.

“I need you to take deep breaths, love” he spoke, trying to sound grounded. “Listen to my breathing.” 

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. You roughly tried to follow his breathing but it didn’t seem to be enough. You wanted to speak again but he stopped you.

“Don’t. Please, just… just keep breathing,” he took one of your hands and put it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. It was slow and steady, reminding you that he was there with you. He soothingly rubbed your back as your breathing began to slow down and your shaking subsided.

You sniffled softly before Jisung spoke again.

“What’s going on in your head, Y/n? You need to let me in. You’re not okay.”

“I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

“I can try. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I… I just feel like I’m constantly getting judged by people when I eat. I’m constantly comparing myself to how much others eat and I constantly feel like I’m defined by how much, how little, or even what I eat.” You sniffled and blinked trying to hold back your tears again.

‘Oh y/n…” he cooed, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. ‘That’s not true. You need to eat well. People care for you and we aren’t judging you.”

Jisung’s voice cracks as he also begins to tear up, “It hurts me to know that you feel this way. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, every step of the way. I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

You lifted your head off his chest, your eyes irritated  and red from crying. You looked him in the eyes and saw his hurt,  but through that hurt you saw comfort, reconciliation and… love. His gaze softened as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“You are loved. You understand that? I…” he paused for a moment. “I love you.”

Time froze. Your heart melted at his words.

He loved you. 

His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. He leaned closer leaving barely any space between you, giving you a chance to back away. When you didn’t move, he closed the gap between you in a melancholy kiss. He conveyed his love for you in that sweet moment and you felt his love radiated throughout you. 

Jisung broke away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, slightly short of breath.

There was a moment of silence between you but that was all you needed. 

“I love you too.”

[queers-gambit]

Saltburn masterlist

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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

basking in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, bare skin tickled by tall grass, and Felix, who can't focus on the Half Blood Prince when his girl's got his full blooded attention.

word count: 2.3k+

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 illicit material use 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 💍 established relationship 🔥 gentle NSFW 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot

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kinda-sorta Felix Catton headcanons

I see Felix as the kinda guy who is laid back but with his girl at Saltburn because she’s shy he’d be the one who would pick out her dresses for dinner, put his hand on her throat or up her skirt whenever he wants and even just to get her attention, always pulling her on his lap even if there is an open seat next to him, and maybe he’d make her call him daddy.

🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning

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Lost and Found

you're just friends, but on your first night at Saltburn, you get lost in the vast halls and accidentally walk in on lover boy after a bath. he wants you to stay.

word count: 3.6k+

🍒 author's favorite 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐑 filler 🙊 general language and content warning ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🧠 depiction of mental health (anxiety)

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Simple, Easy, Effortless

from across the dance floor, Felix locks eyes with you and is instantly smitten. is it love at first sight? lust? he's determined to know.

word count: 5.1k+

🍒 author's favorite 🥰 romance 🙊 general language and content warning ❄️ mention of illicit material use [cocaine] 🥂 alcohol consumption ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🔏 barely edited

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Midsummer Night(mare)'s Dream

when Oliver's obsession reaches new heights, you fear Felix might return the affection - resulting in bloody flower petals suffocating you.

word count: 12.9k+

🍒 author's favorite 🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🤮 depiction of physical illness 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 🩸 depiction of blood / injury 🫠 depiction of self-destruction ⏳ alternate timeline ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🥂 alcohol consumption 🚬 brief illicit material use 🥊 brief depiction of physical aggression 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️ spoilers ♻️ "friends to 'strangers' to lovers" kinda 🧂 Fix It Felix 👯‍♀️ "best friends" trope 🐍 dead parents / family angst 💛 requires maturity and caution

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kinda-sorta wedding AU HCs

write-in regarding what a Saltburn wedding would look like

word count: 1.4k+

-> no warnings which is suspicious as hell

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But You Without Me Ain't Nice

deciding to surprise your boyfriend for Christmas after studying abroad, only to discover him in the arms of another. when you return to Oxford, so does his desire. or the request: felix cheats and tries to win reader back

word count: 5.7k+

⏳ AU timeline 🧸 very little fluff at the end 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 small toxic relationship ? 🥂 depiction of alcohol consumption 🧂 Fix It, Felix

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[isetfiretomyself]

How scared I'd be if My Oc's showed up at my house (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 200 Followers Special!!!!

OMGOMGOMG A bit of a silly one for 200 followers. I'm so happy! Thank you all so so much! -Jay♡

👑 Yandere King, My first born Neil.

Now he's royalty! Why would he hurt his dearest papa who wrote such privilege? Because I killed his reader off...(⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞThat's why even though you're technically still here I'd say my fear level would be 9/10.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber, Lil Sasha.

The short and sweet answer ,5/10. I think as long as she doesn't rock up the same time as a Yandere who's dating you I'm fine. If she realises I could of put you two together I'm cooked. My dear is a little unhinged.

🦷 Yandere Boxer, Big up Elijah.

Now he is a scary boxer boy BUT he's very chill outside the ring so I'm not scared. 1/10, I'll play catch with him or whatever dad's do.

✨ Yandere Hero, Perfect boy Noah.

Mr hero... canonically I've isolated him since he was a child,I should be scared. Should but I have all 200 of you to keep hostage! I write not just his fate and I believe he'd be the most scared by that, So 2/10!

🫀 Yandere Butcher, Big boy Isaiah.

Now I niced this man! He should treat me with some respect (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) but at the same time I suppose I did make him fall in love, start a family just to the have his supposed soulmate break his heart.....Then when he's finally at peace I made the women that hurt him so deeply move back into his safe place.Okay so maybe 'nice' was a overestimate, My fear level would be 8/10!

💌 Yandere Shapeshifter....

10/10. They don't even have a name. I'm dead.

💥 Yandere Villain, Sweet little Lizzie.

4/10. I think we'd have a little chat. I think it would end like those heartfelt ones! I'd make her some tea! ( Can you tell where I'm from...?)

☀️ Yandere Volleyball Player, Silly Ash.

Genuinely not being funny 🙌

I think I'd be safe if I showed him my sensory toys. I mean...I did write him to be the Yandere who physically suffers the most. But my boys dedicated , he understands. He's a opposite hitter btw for all my volleyball fans out there. 2/10

🧠 Yandere Therapist, Sneaky lil James.

10/10. I still haven't let him kidnap you yet and he's gonna be angry at me 😭

🦠 Yandere Test Subject, Malachi.

Again 10/10 I'm dead. I deprived him of like everything till I wrote in you when he's a full on adult.

💰 Rich Yandere, Monday Man Tobias.

1/10. I think he rocks up to the family function comments on how tall his is compared to his dad then leaves.

📸 Yandere Model, Pretty old Felix.

He wouldn't hurt me BUT BRO we're gossiping ! He'll yap about you, his model rivals and all that jazz. I probably add my two cents it'll be great! 1/10.

💖 Ex Yandere, Totally normal Henry.

7/10. I'd ask if he's okay but I'd be worried he's gonna snap. He's my mentally ill lil son.

🚦 Yandere Underground Racer, August.

My fear level would be like 7/10 but for you this time. They keep asking how to take care of a captive and I would be concerned 🙀

🥀 Yandere Ex Wife, The infamous Alice.

7/10, only because I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch and I feel like she'd hug me.

🩸 Yandere Vampire, Max.

10/10, I'm scared of Vampires.

[rosewine-5]

Eyes Never Lie: Part IV

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summary: Being friends with Coriolanus for a long time lets you what drives him to succeed and survive. You've also gained the insight to guess how he's feeling or what he's about to say just by the expression on his face. But only things that you could never decipher were the thoughts behind his eyes.

A.N: I’m not dead! Had a health emergency so that's why this is late (don't hate me), but part 4 is finally here!

word count: 4.9k

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Felix Ravinstill was dead.

You went by the hospital to check on him, only to hear his ventilator sound off the time of his death, sunrise on the last day of the 11th Hunger Games. You watched from a distance as his mother and father held themselves as they cried over the loss of their son, and you walked away, saddened by the death of a friend; the death toll of dead or scarred friends now rising to 3.

These were friends you had known since childhood, people you had grown up together with, people who are now dead and scarred, lives forever changed in the blink of an eye. You were walking out of the room when you were suddenly pushed into a bathroom. Your hand grabbed the sleeve of the person and pulled them off of you. You were met with yellow eyes, black hair, and a long turtleneck shirt. Your mouth fell open as you recognized the person who pulled you into the room.

“Clemmie?” you whispered and wrapped your arms around her. She hugged you back as you let a tear fall. “Why won't you visit me?” she asked, her tone having an angry edge to it. “Gaul told us you had an infectious flu.” You said, looking at her sickly appearance. “She's a liar, that snake changed me. I haven't gotten anyone sick.” she seethed, and you noticed she would hiss as her tongue would twitch with her body. Her eyes then scanned you, “You need to stay away from her, she's gonna get you killed, she already wants me dead.”

She then added to her sentence, “Don’t let her poison get to you, she wants us to be like her test!” Clemensia started to hiss as she held your arms, prompting the hospital staff to open the door, catching you two. One of them grabbed, holding one of her arms tight as another did the same.

“Watch! Her games are gonna get us all a free ticket to the next life!” Clemensia yelled before a staffer pricked her with a needle, and she went limp. Before she was dragged into another room, her shirt rode up, revealing the bottom of her torso, and a batch of scales festering in the middle.

The walk to the academy made your mind race. Your thoughts drifted to Lucy Gray, who was hopefully still alive. She has a low chance of making it out alive, that you knew. She could charm a crowd bit when it came to physical strength… yeah. Walking into the lab, you made yourself a promise: If there was any way you could help her in the games, rules be damned, you would do it. Gual was already waiting for you.

“take it you know about Ravinstill’s son?” She asked, to which you nodded in response. “Death, a certain subject you’ve become friends with these last few days.” Dr. Gaul said before leading you to a stack of cages, starting a long day of learning about her creations and how they were made.

You caught glimpses of the games, only seeing the death of Lucy’s fellow tribute, Jessup, another innocent life claimed by the games. While you were writing in your notepad, you heard a scream on the screen that broke your focus. Reaper was holding Dill in his arms, blood streaming out of her nose. She was dead. “Her illness finally took over.” you said to yourself, noticing Gaul’s eyes glued to the screen, a curious look on her face. In a turn of events, starts to line the dead tributes up in a line. This broke your focus, making you look at what he was doing.

The most shocking part came when he tore the capitol flag down from the arena, making you stand up. As he laid the flag over the fallen tributes, Sejanus’ words came into your mind. They didn't deserve this. In the corner of your eye, you saw Dr. Gaul go to a desk in front of a camera. “Start the broadcast.” She said to one of her other assistants. Reaper's words were soon cut off by Dr. Gaul.

“Capitol citizens, I’m afraid I must interrupt our Games to announce a tragic loss, one that affects us all. Felix Ravinstill, son of our beloved president, has this morning succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing.” A few of the lab assistants gasped at the news as you turned towards Gaul, watching her break the news to Panem.

“Out there in the districts, they will be celebrating this young boy’s death as a triumph. I will not allow my Games to give our enemy such a victory. I swear to you, here and now, before the sun goes down tonight, a rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. Even if it means there’s to be no victor in these Games.” And with that, she cut the feed.

Your mouth fell open, “You did that to cut the tribute off.” She looked at you with a cold stare, “Just one more rebel to kill.” You saw the lab assistants start to cage up the snakes, and you watched the colorful creatures of death go into a cylinder and be pushed outside, you turned and saw Coriolanus walking towards you. He was looking between you and the tank, a concerned look on his face.

He was holding his handkerchief in his hand and put it in your hand. “It holds her scent, please.” Coriolanus begged. The memory of Dr. Gaul making you retrieve the paper came back to you: the snakes didn't bite you, so they won't harm Lucy Gray. You nodded and walked to the tank, sliding it between the slot in just as it was lifted off. He gave you a grateful smile as he walked off. You walked out and saw Dr. Gaul with her back turned to you, laughing to herself, “Go watch the finale, my rose,” she said, now turning to you, “Say your silent goodbyes to your friend.”

You speedwalked into the room, finding Tigris, and sat next to her. She gripped your hand as your eyes were glued to the screen, praying the handkerchief trick worked. You watched as the youngest tribute, Wovey, walked towards the tank, not knowing it would be the last thing she saw. Soon the snakes broke the tank, and covered Wovey, charging towards the tributes.

“Not candy! Down goes Wovey.” Lucky Flickerman said and continued to announce the death of all the tributes until it all got to Lucy. You looked between the screen and Coriolanus. The snakes weren’t charging towards her, now slowly creeping. “It worked.” You said to yourself, letting out a sigh of relief. “She’s won, let her out.” Corio said. “Afraid that’s not your call to make, Mr. Snow.” Lucky Flickerman said and nodded to Dr. Gaul.

You suddenly heard Lucy start to sing, trying to calm the snakes. The way her voice took the room over, you could only imagine what her voice was doing to the other viewers. Between the snakes wrapping around her dress and her powerful voice, tears started to form in your eyes. By the end of her song, you could only hear the sound of her humming and your breath. Coriolanus now turned to Dr. Gaul, “Dr. Gaul, please, get her out.” He shouted. Tigris and you shared a brief look before you both yelled “Get her out!”

Soon the room started to fill with the refrain “Let her out” while looking at Dr. Gaul. She raised her hand, silencing the students who waiting for her answer. With a pointed look at you, she turned to a person next to her and said, “Let her out.” You didn't even hear Flickerman’s words as you hugged Tigris and she held you. Your classmates began to walk towards Coriolanus while you stayed by Tigris. “The games are as I predicted!” Lucky Flickerman shouted, tearing up his paper and releasing doves from his hands.

Amateur magician my ass.

Eventually, he broke through the crowd and found you two in the middle of the group, Tigris coming up and holding him first. After a moment, he came to you and you enveloped him into a hug. “You did it.” you whispered to him, feeling his hands squeeze you. The games were over, Coriolanus had won, and all would be well.

That afternoon, you were finishing up writing down notes of formulas Dr. Gaul assigned to you when Dean Highbottom walked in, “I assume your friend is ecstatic he won the games, as he should be.” You turned to him, taking in his tone of speech. “I find it strange, this relationship between you and Snow,” he said, “coming so close while only meeting in the Academy even though you both grew up close together, did you not?” You nodded in response, “We had mutual friends, we knew about each other, but didn't cross paths until the first day.”

“It’s been nice seeing you two help each other as best you could these years,” Highbottom said, “but I’m afraid it's come to an end, dear one.” For a second you couldn't speak, but you leaned forward. “It appears your friend slipped his songbird a compact mirror full of rat poison, assisting the kills of that sickly tribute as well as another,” Dean Highbottom said, making your blood run cold, “And a handkerchief with his father’s initials was found in the bottom of the snake bin, saving his tributes life in the end.”

You covered your mouth and cursed, “Goddamit Coryo.” you whispered to yourself, but you pulled yourself together. “So now what happens to the prize, who wins?” you asked, looking him in the eyes. “Well, as I said, cheating will be punished. Being a peacekeeper will be one suited for him I assume. As for the winner of the Hunger Games, I'm still deciding on that one.” he said, standing beside you. “In some ways, I say the viewers for having a show. In other ways, I say his songbird is a winner, she gets to live after all. But I would also say you as well.” Highbottom stated.

Now you were confused, “How do I win?” He shrugged, “You got the experience of the games, up close and personal. You, a capitol student, are now an apprentice to the Gamemaker of the Hunger Games, a survivor of a capitol bombing, and top of your class, why aren't you anything but a victor of these games?” Dean Highbottom asked. “Come on, you didn't think the public forgot your little act in the zoo already, apprentice? You made a little name for yourself without even realizing it,” He chuckled as he looked up at you, “I congratulate you.”

“For what?” you asked, looking at him. “Surviving Snow, and his games.” Highbottom said, looking past you and at Dr. Gaul who entered the room. “Why would I have to survive him?” you asked, but he shook his head. “Later, apprentice, your teacher calls.” he said, and walked out the same way he came. Dr. Gaul approached while carrying a clipboard, a teasing smirk on her face, “Death’s resounding bell tolls once more, the number of friends lost rises to four.” She then looked up, “One last thing, the snakes are getting a bit much for the rest of my assistants, help them out for me.”

You had gotten used to her random “side quest” as you called them, so you went out of the door, missing the cold and hard stare she gave you. When you approached the arena, you looked for the rest of the people.

Why was the arena empty?

That was when you heard it, the slither of snakes coming from all corners of the arena. “No…” you said to yourself, seeing snakes come from all the crevices of the arenas. You let out a scream and backed into a barrier. You began to climb the debris, ironically ending up in the same area Lucy Gray did. As the snakes wrapped around your legs, you held your breath, knowing it would be your last. You kneeled on the ground, letting your last moments of life looking at the sunset. Surprisingly, they only wrapped around your body but made no effort to harm you.

You kneeled there and watched as they swarmed your body, making a rainbow blanket over your body. For some reason, you laughed at the revelation of the handkerchief not only saving Lucy Gray but you as well. “I had a feeling my theory was correct.” You heard the voice of Dr. Gaul say. You looked at the camera pointing at you and sighed, “You knew I helped?” “I had a hunch, little rose, and I’m usually right about a lot of things.” She chuckled. “So now what, you gonna turn me over to Highbottom, turn me into an Avox?” You seethed, now having a rush of anger. “And let the newest gem of Panem go to waste, I’m not that cruel. The fact loverboy is going to the districts as a peacekeeper is punishment enough for you.” Dr. Gaul chuckled.

“No child, you shall go to 12, have a little vacation away from home.” She said as you slowly stood up, the snakes still all around you. “And do what, just stay there spinning the story to have me a permanent resident for cheating?” You shouted, looking at the camera. “No, you shall adapt. Pack a simple bag.” Dr. Gaul said, “And you shall see how blessed you were to prosper and grow in the Capitol, not in the districts like the snake you saved.” And fine the camera’s red light turned off. You sighed and slowly walked out of the arena, the snakes, surprisingly letting you move. You walked home as if you were marching in a funeral procession.

You hit the bed cried yourself to sleep, and packed your bag in the morning. Dr. Gaul made up the perfect fabricated story to your parents, and you didn’t protest, the fear of her ratting you out shutting you up. You got dressed, put your jacket on and you were on a train to the districts that early morning. The train ride might as well have been one to hell. With each tree going past you was only a reminder of being far away from home. You held your necklace in your hand, watching the greenery of the land pass you by.

When the train stopped, your face contoured into one of emptiness, the reality of your situation setting in. You were alone. No parents to vouch for you. No Sejanus to make you laugh and comfort you. No Coriolanus, you had to stop thinking about his situation to keep yourself from crying. As you held your bag tightly a dressed officer walked forward. “Gual’s student?” He asked you, to which you nodded in reply. “Welcome to District 12, this way.” He helped you into the back of a vehicle and sat in front of you.

“You’ll be shadowing and assisting the scientist in the laboratory. You have the freedom to explore, you’ll be here for a while.” He said, watching the coal miners pass you all by. “What is there to do?” You asked, looking at the buildings. The officer nodded, “There’s the Hob, group that calls themselves the Covey performs there.” Your eyes met his at the mention of “covey.” Lucy Gray was covey, so she would be here. “When do they perform?” you asked.

“I'm not sure, but hopefully soon.” he said as the car stopped in front of a building. You were coached throughout the day about the jabberjays, as well as what they were made for. Only in the late afternoon did you finally catch a break. Your hands ached from the pecks and bites of the jabberjays. You walked through the streets, hands in your pocket, taking in District 12. Birds were flying around, peacekeepers walking the streets, and someone calling your name.

Wait…

You froze and turned around, seeing a blonde girl looking at you, behind her was Lucy Gray. She immediately ran towards you and enveloped you in a hug. “You’re here,” She said, looking you up and down, “Why are you here?” “Gaul figured out I helped Coriolanus cheat during the games.” You said, and she came to a realization. “The snakes, that was you?” Lucy Gray asked, you nodded “yes.” She then hugged you once more, tighter this time than the last. You hugged her back as she asked, “What happened to Coriolanus?” Your breath hitched, and then you let it out, “He has to serve as a peacekeeper for his wrongdoings.” Her hands rubbed your shoulders, “How long does he have to serve?” You shook your head, trying not to cry, “I don’t know.” Your voice came out weak, your emotion taking over your voice.

“I’m so sorry-.” “Lucy Gray!” A voice yelled. Her expression immediately fell. “Piss off Billy!” The blonde girl who was with Lucy yelled. “Nobody’s talking to you, Ivory!” Billy yelled at the girl. “This was Maude Ivory” you realized, slowly breaking out of your trance. “Why don't you go torture another poor girl.” You shouted. Now his gaze turned to you.

“And who might you be?” Billy asked, looking you up and down. Well, shit. You didn't want people to find out you'd been sent here, lord knows how the district feels about the capitol. So you put on your best smile and sarcastic tone, “Calanthe Hemlock, and I'm so glad to meet such a waste of air like yourself.” Billy purses his lips before looking at Lucy again, “This conversation ain't over.” You three watched as he walked off before Maude Ivory looked at you, “Calanthe Hemlock huh? Where’d that name come from?” She asked. “The name “Calanthe” came from a close friend.” you explained, not missing the sorrowful look Lucy gave you. “Hemlock is one of my favorite shades of green.” You said and leaned on the building close to you.

“How long will you be here?” Lucy Gray asked, looking you in your eyes, Maude Ivory following the same movement. “I don’t know, could be weeks, could be months.” You said. Her face slows turned into a smile as she looked at Maude Ivory. “What’s that face for?” You asked. “This hell is gonna turn into a vacation.” Lucy said, sliding her arm on your back and walking you deeper into town. “You won’t have to live in your Capitol dollhouse, you can just be you.” Lucy Gray said, holding your hand and squeezing it. “Calanthe Hemlock, resident of District 12. No one knows your name, or your past, all they know is that you’re my friend.” She said.

As you watched the sunset over the trees your face slowly broke out into a smile. Calanthe Hemlock just stepped into the streets of District 12, and she was gonna have the time of her life while she had the time. The first week you still had your walls up, nervous about being alone in a new environment for the first time. By the second week, you were hanging out with Lucy every day, and by the third week, you almost forgot your birth-given name.

When Lucy Gray & Maude Ivory introduced you to their family in the Covey several weeks later, you wouldn't lie and say you were nervous. Those nerves were soon soothed by their kindness and acceptance of you. Turns out that risking your entire future for a friend ends up giving you more of them. They walked you through the woods until they came to a lake, and all rushed to jump in, all except Lucy Gray, who was watching you.

“What's wrong, Calanthe?” she asked. “I haven’t gone swimming in a while.” you said as you took your dress off. Lucy smiled softly, “Jump in or I'll shove you in myself.” She was gone in a second, jumping over the dock and into the waters. You sighed, “When in 12.” You said to yourself and ran down the dock, jumped up, and let the water cover you.

When the water ran out of your ears, The cheers of the covey filled them, chanting your name. You spent the afternoon swimming. When you all took a break, Luxy sat beside you in the grass. “I never got the chance to ask you, now did they find out you helped me?” Lucy Gray asked.

For a second, you were back in the area, the snakes slithering up your body and over your throat. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. “Dr. Gaul, the game maker, told me I was helping the other lab assistants gather the snakes out of the arena. When I walked in I was the only one there, and the snakes swarmed me a minute later.”

Lucy Gray’s mouth fell open and closed before finally closing completely, “You know she’s an absolute nutjob right?” You nodded in response, looking out at the water. “Well, stand up. You're going out tonight.” Lucy said, grabbing your hands, and making you stand. “Where are we going?” you asked, letting her walk you down the trail. “You, Hemlock, are joining us in the Hob tonight.” Maude Ivory said, looking up at you.

You scoffed, “I didn't know I was the guest of honor.” “We’re playing tonight,” Barb Azure said, looking back at you, “and you’re dancing tonight.” You laughed, “I don’t have a choice, do I?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Nope, now go on and kill some time, we’ll be looking out for ya.” Tam Amber said, giving you a playful wink as they walked ahead of you.

When the night was setting you took a quick shower and changed into a dress you packed and walked to the Hob. The dance was already in full swing, boots stomping on the floor and loud chatter filling the air.

A smile found its way upon your face, the change of scene is a complete 180 of the dancing you were used to, yet somehow more entertaining to see. Soon you were pulled into a dance, losing track of time and the worries being capitol fell away.

When the music stopped, you found yourself in the front, looking up at Maude Ivory. “Is it hot in here?” she yelled, you and the crowd yelling “yeah” in response. “Cause we’re plannin’ on heating it up a bet more. The one, the only, Lucy Gray Baird!” she shouted, and Lucy Gray came onto the stage. As she gave her small speech, she was given a bottle, you caught her gaze and she smiled.

“Everybody!” Lucy Gray suddenly yelled, to which the crowd responded, “Yeah!” “I'd like to give a special shoutout to my dear friend, someone who pioneered for my victory throughout the games. My dear friend Clanathe Hemlock!” She yelled, pulling you up on stage, the applause and whistles drowning out your nervous giggles. “Safe to say she's happy I survived.” Lucy Gray said, letting you back down. “Now, how about a song, huh?” Lucy Gray asked, and the music queued her in.

As soon as she started singing, you recognized the lyrics. It was the same song she sang at the reaping, but it sounded a whole lot better with the band. You then noticed she froze up on a lyrics and stopped dancing to follow her gaze, but you couldn't see who she was looking at. You did manage to see the smirk she gave shot you. That was when Billy waste of air Taupe broke through the crowd.

You turned and saw Billy Taupe shove a peacekeeper before getting shoved on his ass. You covered your mouth to laugh but that hand shot out to keep yourself between him and Lucy Gray. “Leave the girl alone, Taupe!” you yelled. His eyes met yours and all of a sudden you felt his hand slap the hell out of you, sending you back onto the stage.

The slap damn near knocked you out, but you got back up just in time to see a peacekeeper with blonde hair rush towards him, shouting “Don’t touch her.” You stood up and looked at the peacekeepers, and your eyes filled with tears as you recognized his eyes. Coriolanus was the one knocking the hell out of Billy Taupe. “Coryo stop!” you heard another familiar voice yell. “Nah get off me!” Coriolanus yelled, getting dragged away by Sejnaus. Why are you here? You watched Coriolanus look you in the eyes as your face broke into the biggest smile you ever smiled in your life.

You turned to Lucy Gray as she smiled back at you, “Well look who's here.” “You saw him when you stopped singing.” you said, putting two and two together. Her hand went to your cheek and sighed, ”Try and clean that up some, ‘Lanthe, don't want this on your record.” You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, before I make you my next test subject.” You joked. “Ya love me too much to do that.” Lucy Gray yelled as you walked away. “Unfortunately!” you shouted back, blowing her a kiss as you walked back to your barracks.

The next day the slap mark went down, but it still stung like hell. Pulling on your long sleeved dress and boots, you walked to the lunch hall. You heard from the other trainees you had the day off and immediately went to find Lucy. When you walked through town, you heard your name being called and saw Sejanus running towards you. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a laugh, “What are you doing here!” “Once I found out where Coryo was going, I followed close behind. I wasn't expecting you to be here.” Sejanus said.

Your hand ran over his hair, and you pouted. “I’m gonna miss your hair.” You said, making him chuckle. “Coriolanus was looking for you earlier,” Sejanus said, making your eyes widen. His eyes took in your expression, and he smiled softly. “You don't know how loved you are, Calanthe.” He said, smoothing out your hair before sighing. “It's nice to get away from the capitol, isn't it?” you asked, Sejanus nodding “yes” in response.

His gaze soon went behind you, and he rubbed your shoulders, “I gotta go, I’ll catch up with you later.” Sejanus gave you a short smile and then walked off. You sighed, wondering who he went to talk to as you walked around. The grass hitting the skirt of your dress. You saw a familiar figure walking through the grass and your heart jumped. Before you knew it, you broke out in a run towards him. “Coryo!” you yelled, a smile breaking your face open.

He turned and mirrored your smile, walking towards you as well. You opened your arms to bring him into a hug, which he was pulled into the second you got to him. His arms held you to his chest, so close you could almost hear his heartbeat. For the first few minutes, neither of you said a word. It wasn't until he broke the silence, “Why are you here?” Coriolanis asked. “Gaul found out I helped you, and I was sent to 12 the next day.” You saw his face flash from anger to confusion to worry.

“Your parents don't know the truth, do they?” He asked, making you shake your head “No”. Coriolanus then sighed, “It's nice to know you're here.” His eyes went to yours, to your lips, to your necklace, and then right back to your lips. “No capitol. Dr. Gaul can't control us.” He whispered, leaning towards you. His nose brushed yours, making you stand still. “We’re free, Calanthe, for once.” Coriolanus added.

You had gotten used to being called by that name, but nothing could ever beat the name coming from his lips. You hadn't realized how close he was to your face until his breath hit your lips. Looking up at him, your hands found the back of his head, and then his cheek, before resting on it. He closed his eyes for a second, soaking in the comfort of your touch. “When I was on the train, I almost wanted them to shoot me.” he said, now opening his eyes. “Why, Coryo?” you asked.

“I’d rather go through the games as a tribute than stay away from you.” He whispered, making a tear fall down your face. His hand came to wipe it away with his thumb, but his hand remained on your face. You didn't know when, but the moment changed with a soft gust of wind. Like magnets, your lips found each other in a passionate kiss. Bottled-up emotions come forth to be put into the moment. His hands went down to your waist pulling you to him and holding you there.

You wrapped one arm around his neck and one on his cheek deepening the kiss, making him chuckle. He didn't verbally respond, but he kept kissing you like he would never see you again, and you weren’t complaining. All memories of the games, you being sent to 12 faded away with every second of his kisses. This was all that mattered now.

Coriolanus Snow was here. Dr. Gaul and her meddlesome ways weren't. And right now you were kissing the boy you loved in a field of flowers; what more could you want? If Dr. Gaul wanted you to adapt, you would do as she asked: After you lived a little.

[oros-ash3s]

7) If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

For Atlas, Ryuji and Odesa?

hey Hunter!! tysm for the ask (๑>؂•̀๑)

ATLAS ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

I already answered the first one HERE, but I think Atlas would be a human and either a ranger or a fighter class. So technically he would be a different race, as he’s a Magicus in canon!! Maybe if he really needed to be he’d be a half-elf…. I could kind of see him being one..

How Atlas handles his physical health honestly depends on which arc in the story he’s in. Despite being homeless from the second arc all the way to the fifth, he does his best to stay relatively healthy throughout their frequent journeys. (Even if he does stink a little.) But Atlas at the same time, has little regard for himself when he is injured. He’ll hide injuries and push himself, as well as refusing medical care, which can cause problems on their own.

In the latter arcs Atlas goes through a ton of shit that leads him down to some not-so-great coping mechanisms (drugs, plainly) and his physical health deteriorates pretty badly. It’s not until he’s well in his twenties where he’s really taking care of himself properly — which means getting first aid care when he’s hurt or sick.

I didn’t really have a super big inspiration for Atlas I don’t think. When I was creating him Felix was my primary oc, and he as a character is someone who’s loud and reactive and expressive. With Atlas, I wanted to create a character who’s the opposite of that. Calm, composed, and stony-cold.

RYUJI 𓇢𓆸

Ryuji, obviously, would be a necromancer, considering he currently is one in canon. I could also see him being a half-elf in a true fantasy story. He just gives some of those vibes to me.

Ryuji does not take care of himself whatsoever. Because Metamorphosis deals with mental health as a primary theme throughout the story (the Immortai are in a sense supposed to represent the effects of grief, generational trauma and mental illness on a person with a magic twist), Ryuji is severely depressed. It reflects on how he behaves and how he views himself, eating, sleeping, and showering very little, especially when his curse grows worse. When Yara first sees him she quite literally wonders if he’s homeless or on drugs — partially due to the fact he’s talking to himself — but still, a big part of it is his disheveled appearance.

I made Ryuji back in 2021 originally, and I remember originally he was based off of wisteria flowers. He had purple hair and eyes, and also a lot of snake motifs throughout his design. Obviously that ended up changing a lot throughout the years, and he doesn’t look at all like his original design anymore.

ODESA ౨ৎ

Odesa would be a fighter class in a high-fantasy setting, and a human. And perhaps she’d be a human gifted with prophetic visions…..

Odesa takes care of herself moreso than Ryuji does. Fashion and her physical appearance is very important to her, something that gives her a sense of control and calm in their unstable, violent lives. She always does her make-up before departing on missions, as it gives her some sense of normalcy in their fucked up world. When Yara first meets her, she notes that Odesa looks very beautiful and put-together, her outfits being very flashy and “something [Yara] could never pull off with such confidence and grace”.

Odesa was originally from a whole different story with an ex-friend of mine, so when I added her to the revamp of Metamorphosis, I completely reworked her character. When I was first making her I was just scrolling Pinterest for design inspo, when I came across a girl with those y2k spiky space buns and angel bite piercings. Those two things have been a staple of her design since.

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[journal-number-3]

"Felix doesn't remember/care about/celebrate his birthday but makes sure to celebrate Milos each year." Ackerman brothers continue to make me physically ill

[ruru195]

I am curious how would ozwald react if felix ever got the inky illness or a life threatening disease from one of his adventures since who knows what still water and ancient dust contain

Let's make people cry

When the Ink Spills

It started small.

Just little things Felix could brush off. A cough that tasted bitter. A few drops of ink staining his hand after sneezing. A faint tremble in his fingers when he was tired.

Felix was good at hiding things.

He smiled big. He cracked jokes. He wrestled with the kittens, played with the kids, hugged Oswald tight every night like nothing was wrong. Because he knew.

He knew.

If Oswald even suspected...

If he even guessed...

He would shatter.

Oswald had already lost Ortensia. Lost her in his arms. Lost her to the same creeping black sickness that now gnawed secretly at Felix's insides. Felix swore he wouldn't do that to him. He'd be strong. He'd hide it.

He'd protect Oswald even from himself.

But the Inky Illness was cruel.

And it didn't care about promises.

One evening, quiet, soft, Oswald was sitting on the porch, tuning his old guitar, while Felix played with the kittens and teenagers bunnies the yard. Everything was perfect.

Until Felix froze.

A sharp pain like a knife stabbed through his ribs. He dropped to his knees, coughing, hard, horrible, hacking coughs. The sound wasn't normal. It was wet. Sticky. And when Felix pulled his hand from his mouth...It was drenched in black ink.

He stared at it, horror crawling up his spine. The kids were laughing, the kittens meowing, Oswald looking up from his guitar, smiling—

Then Oswald saw.

Felix's hunched shape. The ink splattered on the grass. His heart stopped.

"Felix...?" Soft. Trembling.

Felix wiped his mouth fast. Forced a crooked, miserable smile.

"Hey, Oz... I'm fine, it's nothing, don't worry—" And then another attack hit him.

Felix doubled over, vomiting ink onto the ground, hands clawing at the dirt, body shaking uncontrollably. His hat slipped off, revealing sweaty, matted fur. He couldn't even speak. Just choking sounds. Ink running down his chin.

Oswald dropped the guitar like it was on fire and ran. He dropped to his knees beside Felix, grabbing him, cradling him against his chest — déjà vu, horrible, cruel déjà vu.

"NO—NO, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN—" He was crying before he even realized it, voice breaking apart.

"You—you were supposed to be okay, you PROMISED—"

"You didn't tell me—"

"You didn't tell me—!"

Felix gasped, weakly trying to smile even now, still trying to protect Oswald even when he was dying in his arms.

"S-sorry, Ozzie... I-I didn't... wanna... make you sad..." His voice was shredded, thick with ink.

"You dummy," Oswald sobbed, shaking. "You idiot, you idiot, why would you hide this from me—" He clutched Felix tighter, like he could physically hold him together if he just squeezed hard enough.

The bunnies and kittens noticed something was wrong, but the teenagers wisely kept them away, forming a worried circle from a distance, giving them space. Felix's hand found Oswald's, squeezed it, stained black with ink.

"I'm... not leaving you," Felix whispered brokenly. "Not... not yet..."

He passed out before he could finish the sentence, limp against Oswald’s chest.

Oswald sat there in the yard for hours.Rocking Felix like a broken music box. Whispering apologies, promises, prayers.

Hands shaking. Tears soaking into Felix's fur. He was terrified to move him, terrified to even breathe too loud, like anything might steal Felix away.

Eventually, Mickey, alerted by one of the older bunnies, rushed over. He found Oswald collapsed over Felix, whispering again and again:

"Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go."

[questmouse]

Headcanons with Mark!

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Mark is actually really affection with only a few people. He's mainly affection towards Mickey and would show his love in many ways! Either with simple boops to his nose, pouncing him onto a soft area, mainly just showing physical love, just like how many other cats do like Felix and Ortensia.

Anytime the questers are over, Mark will make Pastel de Nata (custard tart) he makes sweet and bitter ones for everyone, so their not limited by only having to pick one, Cuphead actually stuffs a few in his pocket for later but he tells Mark that he isn't a fan of the tarts. (Cuphead hasn't been caught... yet) :)

Mark really values his relationship with Mickey, He normally gives him slow blinks, showing his thrust to him. Mickey, well, sometimes cuddles up to Mark, and Mark would rub himself onto Mickey to "mark" him with his scent. :D

When Mark actually gets to sleep, he will grab a box fan and set it up as close as it can get to the bed, he has heat flashes while he sleeps and he can't sleep when it's quiet. Mark will also cuddle with Mickey and purr to try and make himself relax, Mickey doesn't mind it he finds it adorable.

Mark, well, sometimes wake up randomly in a cold sweat, or his ink illness well act up, he has very few ways to deal with the issues and sometimes they work. :]

Anytime Mark has to help watch the bunnies, he grabs some papers, kid scissors, markers, and cardboard for a play. They make costumes, props everything, and the bunnies have Mark record their play. He shares it with Oswald, who finds it cute and sweet.

Mark smells like sea salt with a bit of mint. He uses body wash that is healthy for his fur. :)

Mark is very quite protective of Mickey. He's already been kicked out of some places because he would overhear people talk crap about how childish Mickey’s Circus act is. He can't help it.

Anytime him and Mickey get to be with each other and just them, Mark will grab a large blanket, and Mickey would cuddle up to him, and the two would become a super burrito!

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If you want more headcanons of Mark or anyone else, let me know! And have a good day >:]

[dwaekkicidal]

apologies for all the spam that has happened/will happen today!! im super hyper and i have a lot of energy so im:

[1] working on easing txt into my blog,

[2] catching up on kinktober, AND

catching up on super old asks lol (they will be in drafts until like tomorrow or the day after)

i also just noticed [3] how many notes chris' kinktober got???? so i wanted to comment about that LMAO

this will just be a mash of random crap i wanted to say but i rather not spam so i wont make separate posts for it

1. the most "important" (not really important) thing is the txt stuff!!

im going to start posting txt stuff now!

i will be writing for them soon enough! (maybe by the end of next week i should have 1-2 drabbles posted per member? ...maybe) im still creating/editing the new masterlist and all that before i post what i have written for them :3

that being said, i have some reposted txt fics that im going to post! ill post like 6/7 today to get the tags preset, so apologies if u have my notifs on! and the other ones are queued to be posted throughout the week :3

^they will still be tagged under "#sian's reposts <3" but theres gonna be 6 new repost tags that im gonna use for them!

2. i should be caught up on kinktober by/before wednesday! im aiming for tomorrow if im being honest but i will not promise it if i'm not 100% sure i can do it lol

that being said! i also changed the very end of kinktober a little bit. there were supposed to be 2 mxm posts on the same day but i realized that i was stupid and i physically cant link 2 things at the same time, and changing the post would drive my ocd nuts, so!! im making the ChangSeung post a whole separate thing!

also somebody had asked a few months ago to add Changbin x Seungmin to my masterlist & i never got to it, and i just so happened to plan a post for them for kinktober so i will just post that stuff separately instead!

3. why the fuck did chris' kinktober post get 3k notes? LOL

when i tell you guys i HATED that post.. to the point where i was debating a few hours before i was supposed to post it, if i should scrap it or not and call off kinktober...

its so funny to me that you guys loved it, and its my first ever post to hit 3k notes LMFAO so thank you <3

also felix's got past 1k i believe? u guys r demons i love u

if you made it this far, thank you for coming to my yap sesh

but thats all!! love you guys, make sure youre drinking water <3

[grayskies2525]

The Reluctant Reunion |M/M| Chapter 11/13

Word Count: 3,965

Link to all chapters: The Reluctant Reunion

The day Connor left didn’t entirely come without precedent. Connor had become distant at the time, and especially withdrawn in the week leading up to it. Felix had noticed Connor was skipping meals, sleeping less, and becoming disengaged in their conversations. Felix, initially, thought he was coming down with something, but it quickly became clear there was something deeply wrong. So, Felix had been suspecting something, but he hadn’t been prepared for how abruptly everything would change. As Felix lay in bed now, he thinks about how utterly foolish he’d been to not have expected it. Afterward, he’d think back and realize a lot of Connor’s things had slowly been disappearing from Felix’s apartment, as though Connor had long been in preparation for the day. But Felix had complete trust in Connor and their relationship, and despite Connor’s hesitancy to move in with him, hadn’t doubted the strength of the love they had for each other. If he had considered the possibility of their love coming to an end, he would’ve imagined it being a gradual thing, like a favorite shirt slowly making its way to the back of the closet until it’s worn and blending into the surroundings. He would’ve thought there’d be conversations and attempts at trying to rekindle the fading spark. Instead, it shattered in a single five-minute conversation. 

_____

They had coffee at Felix’s favorite place. Felix knew Connor was building toward something. It was in the way his gaze seemed to dart everywhere except at Felix and in the way he nervously tapped his thigh. 

“Hey, babe, your coffee must be getting super cold at this point. I mean, you do know you're supposed to drink from it — not stare at it morosely,” Felix teased, though it was feeling increasingly difficult to continue acting as though everything was completely fine.

Connor didn’t even look up, gaze solidly cast on the cup. 

Felix felt his stomach sinking. What could be so bad?

“Um,” Felix started, trying and failing to keep the shakiness out of his voice. “Connor… You’re not, like, sick with a terminal illness or something are you? Because you really need to just tell me if you are.”

Connor finally looked up, his sad eyes finally reaching Felix. “No. It’s… it’s nothing like that,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’m — fuck, this is much harder than I’d imagined it to be, and I hadn’t thought it’d be easy. Felix,” he starts, voice slightly steadier. “I got a new job. In New York.”

Felix looked at him, absently shaking his head at the words. “New York?” he managed to finally say.

Connor winced at the words, as though hearing the words spoken back pained him.  “Yeah, uh, my cousin, Brad, he works at this publishing house there. He put in a word for me…and, well, long story short, I did an interview over Zoom and was offered an editing position. It’d be a much more steady stream of income than I have now. And it’d give me the chance to make connections with the right people to get my books out there a little more, you know?”

Felix stared at him, feeling thoughts toppling over each other in his head. This is a good thing, right? But, then, why does he look so sad? He applied for a job and interviewed for it all without telling you? Why are we just now having a conversation about this? We could have celebrated this! But, his expression….What the fuck?

As the ground crumbled beneath him at the realization of what was happening, Felix met Connor’s gaze. “Connor, you know… You know I’d come with you, right?” he finally asked. 

The expression  on Connor’s face is what had made it all suddenly start feeling real.  “Yes, Felix. I know you would,” he said, the words hitting Felix harder than a physical blow ever could.

Of course he knew. Felix had been ready to move in with Connor six months after dating, but Connor was never willing to commit. 

“But, you’re not… You’re not going to ask me to come with you, are you?” Felix asked, already knowing the answer.

A multitude of expressions coursed across Connor’s face, but the answer was clear even before he spoke. “No, Felix, I’m not. I couldn’t ask you to do that. Not when….” Connor trailed off, averting his gaze from Felix.

Felix started to feel anger bubble up beneath the hurt and shock at the situation. “Not when what? Not when you don’t love me? Is that… Is that what you’re saying? Because that’s the only reason I can think of for why you wouldn’t even ask me,” he says, trying to quiet down his voice, feeling stupid for having agreed to meet Connor in a public place.

“Felix… Fuck. Of course I love you. God, my chest fucking aches with the love I have for you. But to have you upend your entire life to come with me to a city you’d undoubtedly hate… To ask you to give up something for me…. I don’t love you enough for that, no,” Connor said, the resolve clear in his voice.

 Felix glared at him as he felt anger building. “No, no. You do not get to do that. You don’t get to act like you’re making the choice to leave me behind —  because that’s what you’d be doing —  for my benefit, somehow. I am an adult, Connor. If I want to make the decision to move to a different city because the person I love has a great opportunity there, then that’s my decision to make. I’m not going to sit here and let you hide behind that ridiculous self-righteous excuse like you’re… like you’re some kind of fucking martyr. I’m telling you right now, I’m more than willing to go with you. I love you and I want to go with you. So, if you’re leaving without me, I need you to be straight up about it,” he said, making sure his words came out measured and steady even though his throat was thundering in his chest. “It should be simple, Connor. I’m ecstatic you have this chance. I’m not asking you to give that up. I’m asking you if you love me. It’s literally that simple.”

“Felix, it’s not…. You’ve only had a single minute to even consider what I’m saying. You can’t be sure you’re ready to make that kind of decision.”

“Connor,” Felix stated firmly, refusing to break his gaze. “I am sure, more sure than I’ve ever been of anything, that I love you enough to go anywhere with you. I’m a high school biology teacher; I can get a job I love anywhere I’m at. My parents… Ben… I can still call them every day. There’s nothing tying me here,” Felix said, desperation laced throughout each word. “So, all of this is up to you. I’ll ask again. Do you love me?” Felix asked, his stomach already feeling sick at the answer he knew was coming.

Connor’s eyes glistened as he looked at Felix. “ I love you Felix, but I don’t love you enough. Not enough to — just not enough, no. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Felix.” He opened up his mouth, appearing to want to say more, but quickly closed it. His expression hardened into one that spoke of walls being built, walls meant to keep Felix out.

Overcome with nausea, Felix stood up, scooting in his chair. “Okay, then…. That’s that. Um, you’ve clearly thought a lot about this and have already made your decision. So, yeah, go off and enjoy your life, I guess….” he said, feeling all kinds of bitter sentiments piling up inside him trying to spill out. But instead, he turned, looking one last time at Connor. “I really do wish you the best, you know? Just… good luck, okay?” He said, and really had intended to leave it at that, but some of the bitterness did float back up to the surface. “But also, like, what the hell, Connor? You couldn’t have told me you’d been feeling this way before? I mean, who does this?”

But Connor’s expression remained guarded, his defenses unyielding.

So, Felix shook his head, turned away, and left.

Felix had spent night after night awake after that, thinking Connor would surely reevaluate his feelings — that he’d realize the way Felix did that the love between them was real and something rare to be treasured and held onto — that it was enough. But those words at the coffee shop were the last he said to Felix. 

Until two days ago, a year later, at their chance meeting at the bookstore. _____

The reverie Felix is lost in fades as he sneezes onto the back of his wrist.

“Hep-t’shhooo!”

He appreciates that the sneezes are feeling lighter and less overwhelming, though he’s still reluctant to attempt stifling them — at least when he’s in bed alone and doesn’t feel pressured to. But while they’re lighter, they’re coming frequently, every couple of minutes.

It’s now after 9 o’clock in the evening and true to his word, Connor has mostly left him alone, except to come in to make sure he was eating and that his temperature wasn’t too high. After eating scrambled eggs and toast, he feels like he has a bit more of his strength back, so he decides to finally attempt a shower. But first, he digs into one of Connor’s dresser drawers to find something to change into.The hoodie and pajama bottoms he’s currently borrowing from Connor are well past needing washed — the hoodie’s sleeves being yet another victim of Connor’s awful flu, and the pajama pants having been soaked through with sweat multiple times. Searching through Connor’s drawers brings an odd nostalgia as he remembers doing the same thing many times in the past when he wanted to get cozy. After finding an acceptable set of sweatpants and an old long sleeved “support your local library” tee — both of which are much too big for Felix’s slight frame — he ventures into the bathroom to take a shower.

After the shower and getting dressed, Felix sits on the toilet seat, with his eyes closed for a moment. He’d been fine in the shower, but it seemed to wipe out all of his energy reserves. But he deems it worth it because now he smells like an actual human being again. The problem now, though, is that he doesn’t want to have to get back in the smelly, sweat-soaked bed. 

So, he does the sensible thing and decides to change the sheets himself. He figures he can find Connor’s spare set and get the gross ones in the wash. However, after dragging the comforter, sheets, and blanket off the bed, his body starts vehemently protesting. 

“Heh-t’shhhoooo! Hnkg’tchooo! Hnkk’tchooooooo! Hnkkkk’tchoooooo!”

He uses his fresh new sleeves to catch the dripping, spraying sneezes. He groans at the new mess they leave behind.

“HEEEHH-P’TCHOOOOOO!”

After several more, wet, spraying sneezes, Connor comes in as Felix sits cross-legged with the sheets and comforter laying in an entangled heap on Felix’s legs. 

“Uh, hey, what exactly is going on here?” Connor asks, a quirk to his lips.

“I’m - hehhhhh - I’m sneezing heh’tchooooo! Et’chooooo! T’chooooo! Chooo! Chooo! Chooo! Ugh! Chhooo! Because that’s apparently - heh? Apparently a thing I do in over-abundance nowadays hehhhh-t’choooooo! I miss - heeehhhhh heh? I miss the days when I could breathe without sneezing, oh my god t’choooo!” 

Connor hands Felix several tissues and Felix blows into them long and slow, wincing at the friction of the tissues and the moisture seeping out over the already peeling cracks of his skin. 

“Well, the sneezing isn’t permanent, I’m sure,” he says, smiling gently offering a hand that Felix takes, finally standing up off the floor. “Are you feeling any better? I heard the shower going.” Connor asks.

Felix looks up at Connor and nods. “Yeah, I don’t feel feverish anymore. Just achy and tired and HEH’tchuuuhhh! Ugh, and sneezy,” he says, wiping his nose with another tissue. “The shower helped too,” he adds.

For the first time since this whole flu from hell fiasco began, Felix sees a genuine smile from Connor — not one of his gentle, reserved smiles — but one of the bright, shining ones that make Felix want to do whatever it takes to see that same smile every day. 

“I’m glad. You definitely look better. But, uh, I have to ask. What were you doing on the floor?”

So Felix explains his very magnanimous intentions of washing Connor’s sheets for him, which provokes a laugh out of him instead of the expression of gratitude he’d been hoping for. 

“Listen, I’ll wash the sheets. But, I don’t have a spare set at the moment. A lot of my stuff is still packed up in boxes shoved inside my closet,” Connor explains. “You can just chill on the couch until they’re ready.” 

Felix weakly nods his head and makes his way to the couch. He sees a gray and white throw blanket thrown over the back of the couch. He remembers it from using it during his and Connor’s movie nights. He picks it up and wraps it around himself. He settles onto the couch, reclining the seat back, keeping the box of tissues settled on his lap. His gaze travels to the TV that’s playing some random movie from Netflix.

 Felix had been lightly dozing when Connor’s voice startles him.

“Roads are apparently better. So, we can probably get you home tonight, if you want,” Connor says.

Felix rubs his eyes. “Oh,” he states, not able to quite process the words. 

“But, my personal opinion is that if you’re okay with it, you should stay another night. I’d like to make sure your temperature doesn’t spike again. And the main roads may be fine, but there’s some roads on the way to your house I don’t feel comfortable risking unless you feel strongly about leaving,” he continues.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Felix mumbles, as his brain catches up to the situation. He stretches, then sighs. Then sneezes.

“Heh-t’chooo!” 

The sneeze is sudden, short, and spraying. In his post-doze haze, he hadn’t been prepared, so it came out uncovered, straight into the air.

“Ugh, Connor, I’m so sick,” Felix whines in a way he’s most certainly not proud of.

Connor has a seat on the other end of the couch. “You know, I had noticed that,” he says, a trace of laughter behind his words. “But I’m glad to hear you complaining. That’s probably a good sign, honestly. You seem a lot more coherent than you have been. I knew a day of rest would do you some good.”

Felix sniffles and wraps his blanket tighter around himself. “Yeah, still miserable though. I feel so gross. Even with the shower. My whole face just keeps leaking,” he says with a swipe of his eyes to emphasize his point. 

“It definitely looks like a horrendous illness to have,” Connor says. 

“Hmmm, yeah,” Felix says, lazily. “I really hate to say this, but you’ll probably experience it first-hand, yourself, soon. I mean, I think it’s super inevitable at this point,” he adds.

“What, you mean with how you’ve been sneezing on me with every chance you get?” Connor asks, but he sounds more amused than annoyed.

Felix feels shame pinken his cheeks. “Yeah…. I really hope you know I haven’t been doing that on purpose. My nose has been so tickly and itchy just, like, all throughout my sinuses. It’s like there’s a feather up there constantly, so when it is time to sneeze, I can’t tell the difference, so they’re just exploding out of me. Everywhere,” he says looking away, feeling embarrassed.

“Felix, I know you’re not doing it on purpose. I remember your normal sneezes. They were literally the opposite of how you’re sneezing now, so I figured this must be an especially brutal sickness to get your nose acting up like that. But, really, don’t worry about it. I never get sick.”

Felix narrows his eyes. “Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot. Just how you’re not allergic to cats,” he can’t resist teasing.

“Okay, that’s… that’s fair, I suppose. But that’s different. Colds and flus just aren’t interested in infecting me, I don’t know what to tell you,” he says, looking smug.

Felix laughs and rolls his eyes, but finds his smile fading away as he thinks about how easy all this is — how easy it is to sit on Connor’s couch while wearing Connor’s sweatpants and T-shirt while he’s wrapped up in his old favorite throw blanket. He thinks about how in the past two days all the careful boundaries he’d placed in his mind have been completely torn to pieces. In the last year, Felix placed a ban on all Connor-related thoughts —  it was easier that way. Of course, it wasn’t especially effective when every spot in town seemed to hold some kind of Connor-centric memory. But he tried. And he’s been mostly okay. He knows Ben would say differently, but he also knows Ben is as dramatic as they come. Felix, himself, thinks he’s been holding up pretty well considering how the person he’d imagined spending forever with dumped him like —  as Ben would put it —  a bag of carrots in the span of a few minutes. As though all they’d built and worked toward together was nothing more than a meager, inconsequential sand castle that could easily be washed away in seconds and forgotten.

But, now, here they are again, sitting together on Connor’s couch, as though nothing ever changed.

He breaks free from his troubling thoughts and looks to find Connor frowning at him. “You all right?” Connor asks, brows knitted. “Your fever’s not coming back is it?” Felix shakes his head and opens his mouth to say something, but isn’t sure what it’s going to be. 

“Why did you have to pick my favorite coffee shop?” Felix hears himself asking, then internally groans at the absurdity that of all the things he could ask, that’s the first thing out of his mouth.

Connor, understandably, tilts his head and looks incredibly confused. 

“I just — I mean, when you dumped me. Out of all the places, you pick Bitter Grounds.” Felix says, emphatically, then pauses. “Which, you know, now that I’m saying it out loud, is a hell of an ironic name for a place to be dumped.”

Connor’s rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I dumped you. We weren’t teenagers at prom.”

Felix glares, but probably ruins the effect by giving a liquidy sniffle and a rub of his nose. “Connor, trust me. What you did was dump me. As the dumpee, I can say I was well and truly dumped. Like, a stupid, freaking apple core being dumped into the garbage. Like, I was nothing. You literally were, were l–l-like heh’tchooooo!” Felix stops to wipe his nose with a tissue. “Ignore that,” he says, fiercely, tissue still covering his nose, not wanting this conversation he’s been waiting a year to have to be deterred by sneezes. “You were all ‘Sorry Felix, but I’m going to New York. Nope, you can’t go with me, I don’t love you enough, blah blah blah, bye! Heh-t’chooooo! And that was, like, the end of the entire conversation, Connor,” he says, his voice ridiculously congested sounding, his n’s and m’s entirely lost to his sickness. 

Connor is wincing, but Felix isn’t sure if it’s at the words Felix is saying or the increasingly gross display he’s beginning to make of himself as he blows his nose. “Okay, if – if that’s what it felt like for you, then, okay. I’m not going to tell you your feelings are wrong. But, um, I decided to have the conversation with you there because it… it made sense, at the time. I didn’t want to have it at your apartment, you know? I didn’t want to taint your home with that memory. But, on second thought, I can see how doing it at your favorite coffee shop was, uh, perhaps a bad idea. I should’ve picked Starbucks, I guess,” he says, with a weak smile. “But, listen… Are you sure you’re ready to have this conversation? You seem somewhat … preoccupied.” 

Felix looks up through watery eyes from where he’s vigorously rubbing his nose in attempts to coax out a sneeze. “Yes, I am more than ready to have the conversation. I don’t have a fever. Just a runny nose and some snee-hehhh? Sneeeeee-hehhhh??”

Felix remembers Connor’s trick from earlier when he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Felix eagerly takes his own finger and trails it along his nose, just as Connor did. 

But nothing happens. 

He throws back his head and groans. “Connor, we’re not d-d-d-done with this conversation, but I need your h-h-h-elp. Do what you did earlier. HeeeHHH! With your finger.”

Connor doesn’t look exactly excited at the prospect. “Um, are you sure you can’t do it yourself? I don’t really want to, you know, be in the splash zone, so to speak.”

Felix shakes his head and scrunches up his nose. “N-n-n-no. I think it’s like heh! I think it’s like the way tickling works. Like, you heehhhh HEH! Ugh! Like, it doesn’t work if you do it yourself. And besides I’ve sneezed on you already, and apparently, you ‘don’t get sick’ so just stop being a baby and help me heeehhhhhhhhh heeehhh? HEHH!” 

Connor lets out a sigh as though he’s being heavily put out by this request. “You know, somehow I’d forgotten how bossy you can be.” But he still moves over to Felix and trails the tip of his fingernail lightly along the bridge of Felix’s nose. 

“Oh my god, yes. K-k-keep going. Heeeeh! HEHHH-T’CHOOOOOOO! HEHH-t’CHOOOOOO! Heh-TCHUUUHHHHH! Heh’TCHOOO! CHOOOOOO! CHOOOO! Choo! Choo! Choo! Choo! Choo” Felix gasps and shakes his head violently. “HEEHHHPP-T’CHOOOOO!"

He finally opens his eyes through an immense amount of tears. In hindsight, he realizes he should have had tissues at the ready, but he was so focused on getting rid of the painfully ticklish sensation in his nose, he hadn’t even considered it. He looks over to Connor, who has a throw pillow covering his face as if using it as a shield, and Felix can’t help but laugh at the image.

“‘Kay, I think I’m done,” he says sheepishly. 

Connor slowly lowers the throw pillow. “Do you, maybe, want a little DayQuil? It might help with that, uh… situation you’ve got going on with your nose.”

Felix considers the offer, but shakes his head. “No, we’re having this conversation now. And I want to be clear-headed. Well… As clear-headed as I can be when my head, quite literally, is stuffed up with snot.”

“Okay, are you absolutely sure you want to have this talk, now? I don’t know if talking about this when you’re vulnerable is the best idea.”

Felix gives a final – or what he very much hopes to be a final – wipe of his nose. “I’m not vulnerable. I am entirely lucid. I’m just wickedly stuffed up. And drippy,” he says with a sniffle. “Somehow at the same time. But, I’m ready, Connor.”

Connor smiles, but he’s obviously nervous. He sighs before standing up. “Okay, well, then, let’s do it. How about I make some hot chocolate? The steam might help with that stuffiness you got going on. And I think I have another box of tissues around here that you look like you’ll be needing too.”

“Sounds good,” Felix says, but his heart is already pounding in his chest.

He sits up taller on the couch, moves his blanket so it’s now only covering his lap, and braces himself.

Part 12

[shiftingtomydrs]

MLB DR

Alright so same as with some other drs my personal stuff like name and everything is the same soo wont go into that a lot tbh

then backstory, i originally wanted to be like an exchange student in france but then like i cant very well be ladybug if im only there for a year so i switched it to i move to france for some reason i dont know yet and i live there with my aunt or smth bcs she lives near paris yk? then basically i just kinda take marinettes place but not completely, like shes still there and stuff but im there too yk? my love interest is adrien and marinette will get together (and stay together) with luca cos theyre cute and im not sure yet if i should script her crush on adrien out or just say it disappears at some point

changes in plot: i dont like anything after season 2, dont ask me why, i just dont like it idk why either, so im gonna script seasons 3-5 out with some exceptions (e.g. i kinda really like cat blanc so i might leave that in with some other stuff but the whole shadow moth and all that shit no) also lila isnt the next supervillain shes just a regular mean girl cos it doesnt make any frickin sense that a 15 year old is able to manipulate every single person she meets. like shell still be able to lie and manipulate people her age but not adults cos thats just stupid imo. Also i havent even watched season 5 yet so im going off spoilers i saw for the next part: none of the miraculous will have permanent holders except ladybug and chat noir (aka me and adrien) cos i like to be special :) also i wont be guardian of the miraculous until much later like college or smth cos thats a ton of pressure and it went sideways for marinette so i dont want it going sideways for me. oh and a big one: ill be taking the whole sentimonster plot out cos i hate it and i think ive never hated a plot as much as that one. like sentimonsters can exist okay but felix and adrien and kagami etc arent one. cos just no. oh and ofc i wont know adrien is chat noir haha

now a bit more about myself: idk yet if i just wanna kinda steal marinettes interests and do the whole design thing cos i am a sucker for parallels and the parallel of adriens parents and adrinette is there but then again why would i wanna be like gabriel? so i might just do what i do in 90% of my drs and be a songwriter (well ill be that anyway question is do i add the designing part on top or not?), otherwise i like baking, ill do figure skating or gymnastics or ballet prolly like all the things i wanna do here but cant for this or that reason. my nationality will be german prolly cos i like having the german passport and also i dont think i need a visa for france cos its in the eu. i wont really script much more about like me and adrien except that we end up together but in my head its kinda similar to the adrien and marinette situation cos im a sucker for slowburn and idk it just fits i think also with my issues with trusting people have good intentions and not just spend time with me bcs of a bet or shit like that.

Physical looks, i might change my hair color cos idk i think itll fit and yeah but ill still have my eye color and height and stuff just be a bit fitter cos with my endurance theres no way ill be able to be a superhero (ik theres magic and shit but still)

im not sure yet if i should leave the dr as a cartoon or do it like this reality (leaning towards this reality bcs i think cartoon would freak me out a bit for my first shift and id overcomplicate it) or maybe ill just do two drs, one cartoon and one not.

anyway, if you have any questions, id love to talk more about this dr so pls ask them <3

@ningsols here it is :)

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With spring on its way out, I thought it would be fun to do a quick roundup of some contemporary romances. Here are three that are out this month--which ones are on your reading list?

Bite Me, Royce Taslim by Lauren Ho Disney Hyperion

Agnes Chan never expected to be the punchline of her own life . . .

But how else do you explain getting accidentally run over and seeing a lifetime of careful preparation, endless training, and all your hopes of a track scholarship to college destroyed in a split second? Not to mention the only witness to your humiliation being your #1 archnemesis, Royce Taslim.

So, when Agnes finds a new answer to her scholarship predicament in the form of an international stand-up comedy contest for teens, the last person she expects to be up against is also the last person she wants to Royce. Because for years Royce has represented everything Agnes extreme privilege, popularity, and physical perfection (ok maybe she doesn’t hate that part so much).

Behind the scenes, though, Royce’s flawless façade fades away, revealing someone Agnes never expected—someone who shows her that perhaps the best parts of life are the ones you aren’t prepared for—and as the competition heats up, so do things between these two rivals. But will the pressure to win be too much for them to handle—or will Agnes (and Royce) get the last laugh?

Queerceañera by Alex Crespo HarperTeen

Joaquin Zoido is out and proud of it. And while he knew his dad and sister, Carmen, would be super supportive, he wasn’t quite ready for them to surprise him with a queerceañera, a coming out party to celebrate him. Between all the talks of tastings and venues, and the chirping of his family’s RSVP texts, the question of who will be his chambelán is on everyone’s minds.

What Joaquin is decidedly trying to not think about is whether his mom is going attend or if she’s finally replaced him with her favorite godson, Felix—the boy who made Joaquin realize he was gay and who was his first kiss. But when an impromptu lie snowballs into a full-fledged family-group-chat rumor, every Zoido from Texas to Mexico starts believing that Felix is not only Joaquin’s chambelán but also his brand-new boyfriend.

To avoid the pity and sympathies of an ill-timed breakup, Joaquin and Felix strike a deal—they’ll stay fake boyfriends until the party. Yet, as the day draws nearer and old feelings spark anew, Joaquin will have to decide whether a picture-perfect queerceañera with a fake boyfriend is worth giving up the chance of something real.

True Love and Other Impossible Odds by Christina Li Quill Tree Books

College freshman Grace Tang never meant to rewrite the rules of love. She came to college to move on from a grief-stricken senior year and to start anew. So she follows a predictable Attend class, study, go home and visit her dad every weekend. She doesn’t leave any room in her life for outliers or anomalies.

Then, Grace comes up with an algorithm for her statistics class to pair students with their perfect romantic partners. Though some people are skeptical, like Julia, Grace’s prickly coworker, Grace is confident that her program will take all the drama out of relationships. That’s why she keeps trying to make things work with her match, a guy named Jamie. But as the semester goes on and she grows closer to Julia, Grace starts to question who she’s really attracted to.

In award-winning author Christina Li’s YA debut, Grace will have to make a choice between the tidy equations she knows will protect her from heartbreak or the possibility that true love doesn’t follow any formula.