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aquaticsoul · 4 hours ago
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He doesn't ever need to be told twice to do anything anymore, but it's especially true when it has to do with his prince.
Unfortunately, Sitriini has context and more to say. He's halfway between the beds when the words start to sink in, one after the other, anchors that cause his feet to drag against the tiled floor until they stop entirely.
So he wasn't just making up the smell.
Whatever happens to him if you leave is your fault, darling. You know you're filling his place.
His heart jumps up to his throat. The floor feels unsteady.
Still, he inches closer to the sleeping form, dragging himself through the air that now feels as thick as a wall.
The smell is fucking unbearable this close. Unbearable and familiar.
That damned sedative. And she was around Sitriini too - had she hit him with it?
Can his body even take it?
He knows his own can. It's done it at least a few dozen times.
It should have.
It should have, but he's been selfish. He's been running and now he's let her hurt the two people most dear to him.
Now none of them are safe.
Revon is going to be so angry. He has every right to be. Of course he does.
He's angry at himself. He's supposed to protect his liege with everything in him. He's supposed to keep him safe like he always promised, but he just keeps making everything worse for his precious boy. He should have just stayed there. How could he hurt his own bind? How could he let this happen?
He could have taken more. It wasn't to the brink of death yet. It wasn't to a point he couldn't handle another dose of some drug or another day without food. It wasn't bad enough to where he had to leave. He'd just convinced himself it was because he's selfish.
He'd just been tired, but there's not that much of a difference between being tired there and tired here. It's just that when he's tired here, he can curl up in a bed.
Bed isn't that great, is it? Bed isn't worth hurting his Pilvi. Neither is free access to water. And he doesn't actually really need comfort from anyone, does he? He doesn't need to snuggle anyone when he's scared. He doesn't need showers either. Or food, that much - he's used to going without it. He can go back. He doesn't need anything here.
He can go back and she won't hurt Pilvi until his time is actually expired. It isn't as if he's had very much to live for anyway. At least protecting them gives him something to do with himself.
Blue eyes shift up to the window. He hates it out there. He hates the plants. He can feel the vines that dug into his arms and legs, contorting his form at their will for nearly a decade. He can feel them creeping back again. He can hear how they beckon him. He has to leave, yet all he can seem to do is kneel as the sobs overtake him.
"But I don't want to go back," he cries.
What a stupid thing to say. It's not about what he wants. Pets don't get to have wants.
They are allowed whatever their handler chooses to give them.
And yet, he has desires anyway.
"I don't want to be the replacement anymore. I want -"
Care. Attention. Kindness. Sleep. Freedom. Company.
He shuffles further, past where his liege sleeps and closer to the window. His hands are shaking too hard to get the latches open.
"- it doesn't matter," he tells himself, though it still doesn't convince him to stop being so afraid to open the damn window. "Just fix it. Just go back and fix it and stop fucking everything up."
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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He's assuming a bath is a bit of a compromise to keep this damn thing in his arm. It can't be sugar. It can't be that easy. Finding sugar in this fucking world has been damn near impossible except for a few times when it sent his nose into an overdrive so he got as careful and sneaky as possible when he stole it. It can't be so easy that the one thing his body has been craving all these years - the one thing that has been stopping him from fading outright - was just given to him. It seems a precious resource in these lands and the Soil Souls consume it for luxury and pleasure.
They don't need it to survive apparently.
Disgusting.
Somehow it makes him hate the children of Bahamut even more than he had before. They don't even need it but yet they consume it anyway. Meanwhile he needs it. He needs it to live and the things he's had to reduce himself to in order to obtain it-
He can think about those things later or in all honesty never again -he has more important things to think about in the form of one weeping man made of the richest of blue hues. The hue that fills up his eyes and submerges him into the ocean. The hue that brings him into it's depths in a comforting sort of way only he could.
He feels like he's searched for him for lifetimes. Over and over again until he found him. Only to search for him lifetimes more. They keep finding each other and then getting torn apart over and over again so now that he has him in his arms again - well arm with this fucking thing stuck in his arm - he doesn't have any intention of letting him go.
"Rakastan sinua niin paljon." (I love you so much.)
He'll behave. He'll behave if only to make Sielu's life easier. He's glancing over across the room for a moment to the sleeping body of white laying silently in the other bed. Small puffs of mist leaving him as he lay.
"Check on Pilvi." He sounds with a groan of pain. "He - he was slurring his words and acting weird before he passed out. I - I don't know what she did to him. That stupid bitch threw something in his face and it made him get all weird. I'm not going anywhere. He'll be okei, right?"
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·:¨༺ ���★✩ ༻¨:·. He's nodding as the small human speaks. He wants to know if he can go get a few things from Pilvi's nest to bring them to him while he rests. He doesn't see why it would hurt. Having things of comfort has always helps his Liege and he doesn't see why they wouldn't now - even if he is an adult. He's barely an adult.
"I don't see why that would hurt but he's sank like the night sun right now. He was passed out when Sinfonia brought him to us. Sinfonia said he was acting strangely though."
The knight shifts from one side to the other as he crosses his arms over his chest in worry.
"I was going to go back and sit with him. Perhaps, having his bond might also do him some good."
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wolfsteax · 10 months ago
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♦️can't see straight♦️
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sayruq · 9 months ago
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As of now, there isn't a Gofundme. Let's ask the following organisations to evacuate this child to safety:
Doctors Without Borders [Website / Instagram / Twitter]
Palestine Children's Relief Fund [Website / Instagram / Twitter]
Medical Aid for Palestinians [Website / Instagram / Twitter]
Palestinian Red Crescent Society [Website / Instagram / Twitter] (you should also message Red Cross)
The Egyptian and Qatari governments (especially if you're a citizen of either country)
Please message them on social media and their websites.
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rhymewithrachel · 1 year ago
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Rip guys
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strtravels · 1 day ago
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The feelings had sneaked up on him slowly, but fiercely. At first, he hadn’t realised it. Just friends, he had told himself. It was nice to be friends with someone you worked so closely with, and it made work a lot easier, when you could spend time together, without feeling exhausted by the pure existence of the other. Sitting in Kate’s office, with a cup of coffee and a package of biscuits between them, had the exact opposite effect on him. He found it refreshing, and it had always given him strength to keep working a few more extra hours, because his desk was barely visible underneath the seemingly endless paperwork that came with his job. – AND THEN HE HAD REALISED. In the worst possible moment, he had realised that he wasn’t thinking of Kate as a friend, but that there was another special place in her heart for her, that he had once thought would never be occupied again. He loved her and felt the pain, as he thought he had lost her.
His eyes wandered to her – close as he was, he could see that the colour really had returned to her cheeks and the spark was back in her eyes. He no longer had to feel like he would lose her, a second time. But he – well, he had never had her either, right? It wasn’t a question of possessions, because he would hate to think of Kate or any woman as something one had in the sense that they were just an object one had managed to put into one’s collection, but it was… He never would be with her in the way, that they could share a life and more than they just had at UNIT. Getting used to the thought wasn’t as easy as he had hoped, and he had to admit that the idea of leaving his job had come into his head once or twice as he had heard about positions in Geneva opening. Was he a fool if he ran away, or was he one, if he stayed?
Pushing the thought aside, he gave Kate another small smile; softness mirroring her own. “I’m sure Gordon did his best. – Did you leave them in your office, perhaps? If you don’t mind, I’ll have a look when I get back to HQ. I’d grab some of the files left there for you to sign, too, so you can have a little more distraction from daytime TV, before they let you out. It’s good to here, you’re already doing better. You…” He stopped abruptly and then shook his head again. “… I have to admit I was scared… we’d lose you, Kate.” He couldn’t tell if he has admitted it before; the tiredness was clinging to his bones, too, but it didn’t hurt to say again. There was just another smile gifted to her, before he turned back to the file to save himself from saying something embarrassing, such as slipping and saying HE had been afraid of losing her or that HE didn’t know what HE would be doing without her.
He swallowed against his throat feeling suddenly very dry and nodded. Back to being professional. There was no time to allow himself to lose his focus, when there were more important things they had to talk about. The militia. The scapegoat, staring at them from the picture in the file.
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“ – Yes, Vikram insists on pursuing this lead, because – I really hate to say it – but it’s the only lead we have at the moment. We might have a chance to get to the one pulling the strings, by observing Mister Garman. Or we might be wasting precious time and should rather bring him in, to see if he has been brainwashed or if he’s carrying any technology on his person, that might lead us to whoever is behind it. Which also might risk alarming those.” A small sigh. “I’m afraid that’s a discussion you’ll have to make. – So much for letting you rest and giving you peace and quiet, I’m sorry.”
If there's anything you want or need .... you. Just you. Sometimes, she felt like she was drowning in it, the need for it, them. It was as if something had latched it's hand around her foot and was pulling her into the depths of the ocean. Too much, always too much....and yet other times she felt like it wasn't nearly enough either. Like she was parched because of it. It scared her. She had never considered herself a particularly sentimental person. In truth, she'd accepted long ago that sort of thing wasn't her style.
Lots of people went their whole lives perfectly content with an ordinary life, and ordinary romances. Lots of people weren't capable of feeling the depth and weight of something so ostentatious as a hopeless romance. Long yearning glances and great sweeping gestures. Kate wasn't a romantic in that sense, in fact she scoffed at that kind of ridiculousness....but that didn't mean she didn't want....something. All she asked was that it shouldn't interfere with her neatly compartmentalised life. It shouldn't intrude on her life at all. Shouldn't be this great big thing. But that was the trouble with love. It didn't care that it made a mess of her life....and wasn't her life already messy?
She watched him move closer, out of the corner of her eye, biting down on her second custard cream with a very pronounced crunch that echoed in the quiet room. For a moment more, she contemplated the hopelessness of their predicament, before she realised that even that was an intrusion. One that was distracting her from a very real threat to UNIT.
Edward was speaking again. She lent a curious ear to what he was saying, her gaze returning to the file he had handed her moments before. Ah, just as she had thought. It couldn't be Garman. He had the bravado but none of the follow through. That made him the perfect scapegoat now that she thought about it. The rebel back bencher, always in the tabloids.
A smile plucked at her lips as Ed finished,shooting a quick glance to her side. Damn him. Even when it was all business he managed to get under her skin. ❝ Don't be. it would have been a strain to read all of that....Gordon can't seem to find my reading glasses. I could've sworn I'd left it on the kitchen counter. ❞ She shook her head, the smile softening.
There would be no sense in worrying him, the pain had subsided overnight anyway. She could hardly feel it, so long as she sat in one place. ❝ I'm fine Ed. They tell me I'll be getting out soon, if you can believe that.....now tell me more about Artie Garman. Is Vikram planning to pursue this? ❞
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moonsharky · 3 months ago
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BUDDIE ★ BEST FRIEND (PT 3)
previous parts
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theladyeowyn · 1 year ago
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You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.
requested by @the-mawp
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seamayweed · 7 months ago
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AEGON II TARGARYEN + Mother
House of the Dragon — 2.05 “Regent” // William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair
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readbentweenthelines · 16 hours ago
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"The scandal, can you imagine?" Ben joked back. "I think Nico would be forgiving, though. It's a shame, but sometimes badges get lost. Thankfully, not this time, however." He chuckled. "The nursing staff has all been lovely. I think they were a bit cowed when I was first admitted. Bri's a force to be reckoned with. Only the finest Jell-Os were delivered to my room. Now, it's my physical therapists that are the real monsters," he added, though his tone was teasing. "They have it out to get me, of that I'm quite certain." Really, though, they were all kind and relatively encouraging. It wasn't their fault that this was hard.
"Thanks, mate," Ben said, touched by the sentiment. "It does help, you know." He'd been frustrated, thinking that he wasn't handling all of this well enough, fast enough, strong enough. He barely gave himself a moment to think about things for too long, to allow them to linger in his mind. He was rarely alone, regardless. He winced. "I didn't realize the eating strange things was a problem. Good luck with that, truly." He sighed. "It's alright. I hate not being around as much as I would like, but I'm getting back into the swing of things, trying to catch up on what I missed out on."
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JC offered a weak smile. "Yeah, I can already see the headlines. Pack Advisor tackled by hospital security," he joked, giving a distant shake of his head. "It's for the best, I guess. And I need to set a good example by following all the rules." He gave a joking nod. "That nursing staff been treating you okay, though? Didn't try to short you on Jell-O in the immediate aftermath or anything, did they?" JC himself had all but refused to eat anything that wasn't sealed following his own poisoning several months earlier.
"Well, uh...it's not the same thing at all, I know. I'm not trying to be presumptuous here, man, but I do understand an injury that changes everything. Unsolicited advice? Don't compare yourself to anyone. Your timeline is your timeline." He gave a sharp nod. "Hanging in there. Trying to keep an eye on my people. Have not been able to stop them from eating whatever while wolfed out." He gestured around the hospital generally. "And the Coalition? I'm sure it was hard to have to take a break?"
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mostly-natm · 6 months ago
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Some away missions are more dangerous than others.
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signanothername · 1 month ago
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May we have some more Cross nuggets if you have any to spare at the moment?
No nuggets in this house, only full couse meals (18 page comic)
Anyway, I’m begging you guys to see the potential of Killer being like a protective asshole older brother to Cross 🙏🙏🙏
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bonus-links · 10 months ago
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some doodles after the battle’s over
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robogart · 11 months ago
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"A corpse... should be left well alone."
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Lady Maria from last April's fanart friday! :3c 💖💕
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scealaiscoite · 7 months ago
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.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one
¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold
²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”
³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms
⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”
⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them
⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”
⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state
⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”
⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality
¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”
¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable
¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”
¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper
¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”
¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you
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wolfsteax · 4 months ago
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chained to a lie, we're the same, you and I, we're the same
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sayruq · 10 months ago
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