In celebration of the one year anniversary of the Représentation world premiere, THE FELIX ZINE is finally here.
Brought to you by @bittersweetresilience, the Anarchist Gang, and a few very special guests, this zine features over 50 pages of art, writing, and experimental media.
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Thank you for your support and we all hope to see you again. 💜💚🧡
My part of @thefelixzine! Took me awhile but I got it done! This is based off my original drawing from October featuring Félix dressed up as Cyrano for for Halloween. I am incredibly happy with how it turned out and the textures and detail I got to experiment with! Also haven't really painted metal before so I was very happy with that too! I had a blast and I am incredibly thankful for Sunny (@/bittersweetresilience) and the Anarchist Gang for the oppurrtunity to participate in this incredible project.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Words: 100
Summary:
Amélie reflects. For @thefelixzine .
Amélie breathed deeply, the scent of the garden and spring breeze filling her senses. She needed a moment. Maybe a lifetime.
Everything was difficult— Colt, Emilie, all the expectations.
A moment was needed to breathe.
Her gaze dropped to her son across from her, sketching quietly on his own. A fleeting smile dropped from her lips when she realized she didn’t have the strength for it.
But he did.
Félix looked up at her, grinning softly. “Mum.” He turned the sketchbook to face her.
Her own gaze reflected in childish scrawl. Love bloomed in her chest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Words: 430
Summary:
Félix and Adrien go for a walk.
For @thefelixzine. Inspired by Eugene Berman's The Bridges of Paris.
It had been Adrien’s idea.
Félix would have been content staying in the mansion that night, curled up with a good book and a quiet night in his room, but his cousin had insisted on the walk. It was hard to deny Adrien anything these days, so of course, Félix agreed.
It had steadily been getting colder in Paris, the streets surprisingly thin of tourists and locals. Despite that, they had found themselves walking along the canals, the stench of La Seine stinging in Félix’s nostrils. There was no competition for that of the one in London, but it was still enough to coat the back of his throat in iron. He could only imagine how much it would stick to his clothes afterwards.
Behind him, Adrien’s footsteps slowed until they faded, soon disappearing entirely. Turning, Félix watched as his cousin lowered himself to the pavement, legs dangling over the spruce-colored waters.
“What are you doing?” Félix asked flatly, watching his cousin’s back.
Adrien glanced over his shoulder only briefly, quickly turning his gaze back to the skyline. “I like watching the moonrise,” he answered, shrugging. “I usually– well, I usually don’t have the opportunity to see it from down here.”
Félix cast a slow step closer. “Moonrise?” he repeated. “Not the sunset?”
The corner of Adrien’s lip twitched in secret humor. “I’ve become a bit of a night person.”
“You?” he scoffed, finally at Adrien’s side. “You’re completely insufferable at breakfast.”
Adrien said nothing in response, instead falling backwards to lay flat on the pavement. Félix wrinkled his nose in displeasure. He nearly opened his mouth to complain, but something in Adrien’s serene expression stopped him.
“It’s so quiet,” Adrien breathed, nothing but the gentle lapping of waves against the bank to argue with him. “I just… want to stay here for a little.”
The plea pulled at Félix’s chest, magnetic and unyielding. Before he knew it, he was mirroring his cousin’s position, supine with his hands bridged over his stomach.
The beginnings of twilight cast the sky in periwinkle and gray clouds, the moon pale and bright as it rose in the sky above them. A shadow chilled him as the sun dipped behind a bridge.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
The platitude was a perfectly-timed ripple on the glassy sea. Félix turned his head, but Adrien’s eyes were focused upwards, white moon reflecting in his pupils. Even so, Adrien never said anything he didn’t mean. Especially not when his voice wavered with held-back emotion.
Félix reached for his hand, squeezing it— not mentioning the trembling. Anchoring.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Félix Fathom
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Félix Fathom, Gabriel Agreste
Additional Tags: The Félix Zine, Inspired By The Picture of Dorian Gray, Horror, unreality, Disturbing Themes, Self-Immolation, Ambiguous/Open Ending
If you immolate a victim for thanksgiving to the Lord, that he may be favourable,
or,
There is a painting in the atelier. Adrien is missing something.
one more piece for @thefelixzine, an absolutely titillating collaboration with the one and only @asukiess <3
as autumn says... it's really painting the twins in a new light.
For @thefelixzine, inspired by Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code, Ieoh Ming Pei’s Pyramide du Louvre and Paolo Veronese’s The Wedding Feast at Cana
Alt text under the cut!
Top row: Kagami making heart eyes at Felix on top of the Eiffel Tower in Pretension; a detail of The Wedding Feast at Cana, depicting guests contemplating the festivities from a nearby roof; a painting set in use.
Middle row: tiny white feathers; two lovers’ hands intertwined.
Bottom row: two lovers’ feet against the city lights, one hoisting themself up on their tip-toes to kiss the other; the Pyramide du Louvre, with the Palais in the background; Felix making heart eyes at Kagami, also on top of the Eiffel Tower, also in Pretension.
Central quote: “Felix looks on. He is not afraid of miracles.”
Colour palette: brown, golden, cream, white, pale blue
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Félix reflects on fathers, and on monsters, and on dying.
eight hundred words of experimental prose poetry inspired by anne carson's nox, plato's phaedo, homer's iliad, rené descartes's meditations on first philosophy, jeffrey jerome cohen's monster culture seven theses, the ship of theseus, the fable of the scorpion and the frog, famous last words, the homestuck epilogues, and omori <3
“(...) still pressed his mouth against a mouth that was not merely a likeness. The girl felt the kisses he gave, blushed, and, raising her bashful eyes to the light, saw both her lover and the sky.”
Ovid. "Orpheus sings: Pygmalion and the statue"
in The Metamorphoses
Piece done for the @thefelixzine, GO CHECK IT OUT!!
