Pov: Felix Found You At The Bottom Of A Pringles Can(about The Pfp And Header Which Are Gorg Btw I Live

Pov: felix found you at the bottom of a pringles can(about the pfp and header which are gorg btw i live how u drew him <3)

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That's such a high praise, like really? You found my art nice???? Thank you so much @sweet-milky-tea705 you are too kind🥺

Also the pov, now I can't get that image out of my mind👀

Did it just boost my confidence to post the whole low quality doodle I did on Felix? Yess

Hope you don't mind if I attach them here (i apologize for the low quality pictures and doodles but I just spent 30 minutes to get acceptable pics :'))

Down to Earth: Prologue

“We’re surrounded. What do we do?” Felix asks.

“Rime, can you make another ice wall? Rime?” I say. At first, Rime says nothing. Then, he faces us. His ordinarily bright red eyes are flat and dull with a calm more chilling than the legion descending upon us.

“There’s no way you’re making it out alive… I didn’t want to do this, but I don’t have a choice.” Rime says chillingly as Felix’s grip on my hand grows painful.

“What do you mean?” I ask but I sense Rime’s spell stirring, it’s already too late. A web of crackling dark magic strikes Felix. He falls to his knees, then crumples face-first onto the ground. “What the fuck?!” The Astrolabe appears in my hands in a flash, but Rime’s faster. My breath is punched as he plunges a blade into me. I look down. Rime’s hand grips the hilt of the knife jutting out from between my ribs. I follow the line of his arm up to his shoulders to his stony face. Our eyes meet for a second. His lashes tremble and he looks away. A wave of lethargy washes over me, heavy and irresistible.

“We’re out of time.” Rime fades in and out of sight as my life drains away.

“But… why…?”

“It has to be this way. I’m sorry, I really am.” For the first time ever. I’m certain he’s telling the truth. It’s a cold comfort as my body goes numb

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My head is pounding as I feel my skin rub against the carpet I’m lying face-first on. With a groan, I push myself upwards to the spinning room. There is a person’s face blocking up my field of vision and the nasal hum of her voice fills my ears.

“Are you okay? Seems like you took a pretty hard fall there!” I can barely make out her words as ears ring and the room around rocks back into place. She shoves a water bottle in my face. “Here drink this, you’re probably sweating in that costume.”

“What happened,” I ask as I take the bottle from her and take a swig, quenching my dry throat. It feels like I ran a mile then got hit by a bus. Around me there are people of all ages dressed up in bright get-ups wielding foam swords and huge wigs. Oh right, Fan Expo. I must’ve not drunk enough water and passed out, it is sweltering in here. But how did my costume get so wrecked? It’s covered in tears and the patterns of my chest plate are worn off? I spent weeks painting those symbols! At least my staff didn’t break during the fall.

“Someone found you knocked out in the lobby. You’re about the 5th unconscious person I’ve dealt with today. Why they don't have more vending machines in this place is beyond me. Hey! Where are you going?” The woman complains as I stand up, using my staff to support me. Now I can clearly see the “SECURITY’ printed across her vest.

“Just gonna go take a walk,” my legs knock together as I walk away from the now yelling security guard. I wave her off and make my way back to the main hall. Jeez, it’s a circus here. Groups of people are crowding these huge posters of a new video game. “Last Legacy II: Ex Nihilo” they read. Oh yeah, how could I forget. They’re unveiling the new Last Legacy game today. This strange feeling of familiarity washes over me as I gaze into the posters, especially when I see a man crowded by a group of cosplayers loudly chattering about his cosplay and how accurate it is. On further inspection this guy looks really familiar, where do I know him from? Behind him on the poster there is a text that reads “The son of Magister Escell seizes his birthright. Will he rise to the occasion, or bring his noble house to ruin?” Oh, that’s just Felix… wait FELIX?! As the memories rush back into my head I have to hold onto the wall from a bout of dizziness. I remember everything: Astrea, the Lord of the Shadows, my friends, and Felix! It’s all real and I forgot about it all. I’m snapped out of my dizziness as I realize that one of the cosplayers is not so subtly flirting with my disoriented boyfriend! My body reacts first and I tear through the crowds, calling out to him.

“Felix!” I’m running as fast as my legs can take me. His head snaps in my direction and relief floods his face as I lock eyes with him. He rushes towards me, ignoring the cosplayers still trying to get his attention. As our bodies collide I wrap him up in the tightest hug my trembling limbs can muster. “A-are you okay?”

“Yes- I think,” he’s shaking and struggling to get the words out. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Where are we? Who are those people? And what is that?!” He points to a cosplayer decked out in a 10-foot robot costume. I can feel his whole body shake in fear as he looks around the convention center, jumping at every little noise.

“We’re on Earth somehow. I’m just as confused as you are.” I rack my brain trying to remember what happened before I woke up on the floor. There’s a face talking to me as they hold a knife buried into my abdomen, Rime. The staff, no , the Astrolabe in my hand glimmers as I remember the spirits and cultists following us. The image of Felix, dead on the ground, comes to mind. “Rime killed us.” Felix’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering.

“The spirits! They’re after everyone, we need to go back,” he’s frantically panicking now. The Astrolabe glows brighter in my hand, I know what I have to do but I can’t do it here.

“Come on let’s go somewhere less crowded,” I grab his hand as I run outside towards the fire exit. Outside is quiet compared to inside the convention. My grip on the Astrolabe tightens making it glow brighter. I close my eyes and conjure any sliver of magic I can feel in myself. There’s only one thing I think about, home.

“MC, what are you doing?” Felix asks me but I’m too focused on transferring my energy. I grab onto him and hold him close.

“Please bring us back to Astrea.” My mind races with all the memories from Astrea as I beg. From the first time I saw Porrima to sewer travels with Sage and casting my first spell all swarm my head. All the energy in my body floods into the Astrolabe. The wind around us whips up and my relic is glowing brighter. We’re almost there! I can see Blackthorn Hall and the gloomy sky above. I reach out but a sharp flash of light cuts everything off, making me lose focus and collapsing on the ground. Everything hurts again as I roll off my stomach. My relic is dull and lifeless now as it sparks with dying energy. It feels hollow as I shake it. “No no no no! Please take us back!” I look back to Felix who looks equally as hopeless as me. He stares at the Astrolabe and opens his mouth to say something before shrugging.

“What now?” I ask no one.

Had a dream that Jim Jimenez kissed me on the lips. Easily the best dream I've ever had, 10/10

Barbie Girls: Nori and Elina

side note! Noriko is deaf, she has a cochlear implant but doesn’t wear it often because she’s always in the water or in a boat, she has just finished signing “courage” to Elina here 

Royal Blue

Royal Blue

Part of the Teal & Orange Writing Challenge

Pairing: Oluwande Boohari/Jim Jimenez/Reader, focuses on Jim Jimenez/Reader

Prompts: Tucking a strand of hair behind your lover’s ear  

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: flirting, dressing each other, yearning, mention of knives, mention of the British/racism

Word Count: 606

Summary: The British are coming aboard, everyone is scrambling, and Jim is struggling to button their pants. You suppose it was the perfect opportunity to flirt.

S1E1

A/N: Life has been super busy, but I finally finished this!!

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the coffee date

summary : felix has a date with the cute barista he’s been pining over for a little over a year . it does not go the way it was supposed to .

pairing  : felix escellun x gn!reader

genre : modern!au , romance , felix being a fool in love

notes : idc if last legacy is dying i WILL eat my own crumbs as if it’s a whole 10-course meal

felix was late.

it wasn’t even fashionably late, no. this was the kind of late that sent him rolling off his bed and slipping twice on his way to the bathroom at record time and speed, the numbers on the ridiculous duck digital clock that anisa and sage got him as a housewarming gift reminding him of how he had truly messed up this time. this was the kind of late that made even his papa grimace– papa, who’s never looked at felix or scylla with anything less warm and loving than a smile. the ‘oh shit, i’ve fucked up’ kind of late. he could almost hear sage and rime in his mind, snickering away like the assholes that they were while anisa just sighed.

he had already sent multiple messages saying how sorry he was, not caring for the fact that he had nearly been run over in traffic twice. the heels of his shoes clicked rhythmically against the darkening concrete as he pushed through the crowd of raincoats and umbrellas and people who were far more put together than he would ever be. was all these apology messages necessary? yes. did they matter more than his life? absolutely.

felix stopped in the middle of the pavement.

… he was in dire need of some coffee if he had no problem with risking his life for a barista. i mean, it wasn’t as if you weren’t the loveliest person he had the blessing of meeting in all his 26 years of living, but it also wasn’t like felix could confidently associate you with the big letter L word just yet. and he wasn’t a believer of those cliches like love at first sight or soulmates; he spited fate to much to ever have a happy endidng if that were the case. but he was … fond. yes, fond. that was the word. he was so indescribably fond of you that perhaps he’d risk a little scratch here and there, but it wasn’t like– he didn’t mean it in a way that– uh. huh? 

felix groaned as he shook the stray, wet strands of raven hair out of his face. he was delusional. he needed to get himself together before the date, lest he make more of a fool of himself in front of you.

of all days the gods could have chosen to spite him and his arrogant existence, today had to be the one where the entire world seemed to be against felix. that damned duck clock hadn’t worked even though felix had clearly remembered setting an alarm the previous night after he finished his essay before its due deadline at midnight, and he ended up waking up with only two hours to get ready for the date he had been planning ever since he first laid his eyes on you behind the counter. then scylla (who was felix’s second suspect in the crime of sabotaging his alarm clock) had refused to get out of his shower after she slept on his couch the night before, claiming that perfection takes time. felix was still seething about it now. as if she needed to spend more than an hour making herself look perfect! she took all of the good genes, that damned womaniser! and like a cherry on top, it had started raining cats and dogs on his way to the cafe. consequently, he would be arriving at his date incredibly late, looking like a mess. an absolute mess.

but felix was nothing if not an arrogant man whose sole purpose was to spite any authoritative figure that tried to tell him what to do, especially if it was fate herself.  

finally reaching his destination, he rushed underneath the rain shelter and allowed himself half a second to breathe out a sigh of relief, before quickly pulling out his compact mirror to give himself a once-over. once he had made sure that his eyeliner hadn’t smudged (and a few more attempts at fixing the hopeless mess that was his hair), felix took a deep breath to steel himself before walking into the café, the bell announcing his arrival. 

he swung around to make a u-turn the moment he saw the sage and anisa sitting at the corner booth, where they definitely should not have been.

“felix! over here!”

he turned back around, following the lovely voice that had risen over the idle chatter of the café. chivalry was not dead. chivalry was not dead. chivalry was not death, he chanted in his mind. a small, seething voice added: i’m going to kill sage if he doesn’t put that damned whiteboard down. felix forced himself to ignore the glaring ‘0 POINTS!!! WHY ARE YOU SO LATE????’ that sage had written in red marker.

“i am so, so sorry for being late,” he rushed as he slid onto the seat across you, taking your hands in his as he apologised profusely, “i know it’s not a proper excuse but i swear, my alarm was sabotaged and then my sister wouldn’t get out of the bathroom even thought it’s my house and gods, don’t even get me started on the rain–”

“felix,” the soft chuckle that passed from your lips cuts him off, and felix found himself staring as you grin at him fondly, shaking your head, “felix, it’s fine. you’ve sent me at least a dozen texts apologising about how you were going to be late.” 

oh. the man’s cheeks flushed as he recalled the dozen messages he’d sent you with more typos than what was socially acceptable. your pretty lips twitched into a smile as you watched him, eyes soft. your gaze is fond– much too fond for felix to look directly at you without blushing like some silly schoolgirl. he coughed, averting his gaze from your eyes to your interlocked hands.

your interlocked hands.

almost immediately, he heard sage whistle. internally, felix cursed. externally? he jumped back and tucked his hands to his chest, before hastily setting them down on the edge of the table when he realised how weird he must look. he could almost see sage smack his palm against his face, trying to stifle a laugh. he was going to kill him later. and did anisa really think that he wouldn’t recognise her with that pathetic excuse of a disguise? even with those thick-framed glasses and the paper crowbar moustache taped above her mouth, there was no mistaking her favourite bow and the pink streaks that ran through her hair.

felix hung his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. he was going to murder them once this date was over.

he perked up, however, at the call of your name from the counter. you begin to rise from your seat just as felix realised that, even though he was nearly an hour late, the table you had been occupying was completely spotless. he looked up at you, eyes wide.

“you didn’t order anything yet?” he asked, almost disbelievingly.

you grinned sheepishly, tucking your hair behind your ear. he saw your eyes flit over to the corner booth, before they settled on him again.

“i was waiting for you, actually,” you tell him, before inclining your head towards the direction of his friends discreetly. anisa and sage, ever so attentive, duck behind a menu and a whiteboard respectively. felix’s brow furrowed. this was a café, so where on earth did anisa get that menu from? “your friends were already here when i arrived and insisted on giving me a bite of their cake though. i hope you don’t mind.”

felix felt like slamming his head against the table. as if it wasn’t enough to stalk him and his date, sage just had to make contact first? it was like the man was trying to climb up to the top spot of felix’s blacklist and get himself cursed.

“it’s really no problem, dear. i should apologise for making you wait so long to  order,” he assured you, trying to save face as he smiles. it was hard to do so genuinely when he could see sage right behind you, waving his damn whiteboard. PAY FOR THE DRINKS. oh my gods.

“don’t worry about it,” you beamed at him, and felix’s heart skipped a beat, “i hope you’re fine with some pastries and your usual coffee. i thought it’d be a good time to order once you texted me that you were nearby, but i didn’t want to make you get into an accident or something if i asked you to text me what you wanted while you were crossing the road or something.”

oh, you were an absolute angel.

“you know me so well,” he almost sighed dreamily, but managed to settle for a soft smile. gods, you didn’t think that he was a lovesick weirdo, did you? thankfully, you just smiled at him before heading to the counter to collect your order. he watched you go, his heart fond, before sage caught his eye from across the room again. anisa was still hiding behind her menu, but the white-haired man wasn’t even trying to be subtle as he pointed at his whiteboard.

BE A MAN, FELIX.

oh, fuck him. he casually flipped him off before turning his gaze to the sky outside, his lips quirking up slightly. you had picked the window seat. he’d have to remember that for when he arrived earlier for your next date.

the weather had gotten worse since he entered the café. the rain was pouring down heavily, the sky painted in dark shades of grey. he wondered if sage and anisa would follow them out if he tried to lure you into another café. he wouldn’t risk ruining your outfit with the rain, but he’d appreciate the chance to push sage into a muddy puddle. he deserved it, as a treat.

“here we are!”

felix blinked as you set down the paper bag on the table in front of him. he could smell the aroma of his black coffee and your signature drink alongside some baked treats, but …

“did you mean to buy our meal to-go or …” a single brow raised, puzzled as he looked up at you with an expression that abandoned all attempts in looking anything but confused. but you just grinned, a mischevious glint in your eyes as you reached out and tangled your fingers with his.

“shall we make a run for it?” you asked him giddily, “before your friends catch up to us?”

felix changed his mind. soulmates definitely existed, and he had already met his match.