#Ruby Fever

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Ruby Fever, Ilona Andrews

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Review: Ruby Fever by Ilona Andrews

Review: Ruby Fever by Ilona Andrews

Series: Hidden Legacy #6Author: Ilona Andrews (Ilona & Andrew Gordon)Publisher: AvonReleased: August 23, 2022Received: NetGalley/Own Pardon me as I squeal. I can’t believe it’s time for the sixth novel in the Hidden Legacy series! For those new to the world, Ruby Fever is the sixth novel of the series but the third novel following Catalina Baylor. Catalina Baylor is a Prime magic user and has a…

[aleeyenn]

prettiest nurse around

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im running out of funny caption ideas for these

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Pleasure-Seekers The world is sad with seekers after pleasure. Blind eyes deny—they will not see. The greatest joys defy their paltry measure With worth of simple dignity. by Ruby Archer

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Prompt: Delirium

delta is back…… kinda??? wait, is he normally like this????

click here for an explanation on the language !

(Content: language barrier, sickfic, living weapon whumpee, recovery, magical fever, too much magic, self injury, blood, painful powers, delirium, minor emeto)

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“His temperature’s coming back up,” Apollo held the thermometer gingerly, as though he was afraid it might break.

“That’s good, right?” Iza asked from the doorway.

It wasn’t.

By the time Delta’s eyes opened, he was practically burning. He sat up before Apollo could stop him. The air in the room sparked. Apollo felt his hair stand on end.

“Good morning,” Apollo took a little step back. He’d been leaning over Delta’s unconscious body for most of the morning, doing what he could to bring the temperature to a healthy range. 

Delta titled his head to the side. A small stream of blood left the cut on his neck. His eyes were cloudy, but there was an intensity hidden beneath it. His gaze was just a bit to the left of Apollo.

“Derecta fila in ambulationem. Virgines occidere solebant illuc. Sed non notum.” His voice was low and steady. It sounded like it was coming through water.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Apollo blushed, “I don’t speak Latin.”

Delta collapsed back against the pillow. Apollo got the strangest feeling of vertigo. Little sparks came off of Delta’s hands, singing the blanket.

Apollo moved to the bedside table. He shook the pills out from their container and retrieved the now lukewarm bottle of SP.

“Can you take these, please? It’ll bring the fever down.”

Delta’s eyes didn’t follow his movements. He gave no indication he had even heard.

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“Quia primos in lucem in gressus aquai nautae miseris prolem mox escendere profundam sciebant et nigros nova lux sub sole rubebat. Scit rex piscator somnia sua terra et sal. Visiones statim in mentem venit. recordatus est submersi.” Delta had a small smile on his face. Dark strands of his hair kept floating upwards, drifting around his face as if he was submerged in water. His head lolled. The pores around his cheeks pulsed blood straight through the skin. Apollo dabbed it up patiently with a clean towel. Delta flinched away from the touch, but he went straight back to speaking in his hushed, reverent tone as soon as the cloth was removed.

“That’s Emi-Tome 4,12. The apocalypse verses.” Lun hummed quietly. Even quieter, to no one but themself, they added, “He’s misquoting...”

Apollo frowned, examining the blood on the towel. The cloth had become wet and warm. The fever had not gone down any, even after they’d gotten him to take the pills. If anything, his skin burned hotter. He was losing a lot of fluid and not doing anything to get it back. Apollo put the bottle up to his mouth.

“Little sips. Come on. Please.” 

Delta pushed it away. Apollo looked to his brother desperately. 

“Es in dolore?” Lun whispered, “Potestis bibere aliquid?”

One of the lightbulbs in the ceiling fan exploded. 

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Kitty wrestled his hands back, prying his fingers away from the wound. Delta let out a soft laugh. Apollo had put the blanket away, turning the fan on full-blast. The fever was out of control. Delta writhed on top of the sheets. His hands keep returning to his throat and his forearms, clawing at the skin, reopening the cuts. Little arcs of lightning shot up along his body. He’d press his fingers to his chest, sending pulses manually. It looked painful. Kitty didn’t have the heart to tie him down. She sat on the bed next to him, pulling his wrists back whenever it seemed like he’d try again. It was a losing battle. 

Rene popped his head in through the door, “He’s burning up my radio. I think the satellite stopped working.”

The whole house had become electric. Everything metal burned. Each doorknob shocked when it was touched. There was a glow in the air. It was almost invisible if you weren’t looking for it — most of their eyes had already accepted it — but Kitty’s sight was sharp. All the color of the room was over-saturated. To her, everything looked like it might fade to white any second.

“I know,” said a stressed out Apollo, “I’m trying to insulate the room. I only have two han-“ 

Some of the books flew off the shelf, toppling loudly to the ground. Apollo’s necklace began to float upwards. He snatched it back down.

“Vermis decem aves in filum cantare. Pythonissam funus scribit ei neniam,” Delta giggled uncontrollably. He entwined Kitty’s fingers in his own.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” Apollo said. His voice was playful. Delta sat up.

“Ergo dicemus domum?” He said. Apollo knew from his intonation that it was a question, but he didn’t have Lun around to translate. Besides, Lun swore his speech didn’t make any more sense if you understood the language. Apollo pressed the cold compress to Delta’s forehead. He leaned into the touch, letting his eyes close serenely. His smile never left him.

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Cass and Willow sat out on the porch. The air out there was nice, especially in comparison to the prickly, burning sensation that was filling up the safehouse. Cass’s metal filling felt achey, as if they had bit down on foil. Iza opened the door, stepping out to join them. Sweat had formed on her brow.

“You two holding up okay?” Iza asked as she leaned her arms on the railing. Willow shook her head no.

“Are you?” Cass asked. When Iza did not answer, they went on, “Can I talk to you real fast?”

Willow and Iza sat down on the step beside them. Cass pulled their keychain from their pocket, fidgeting with it absently as they spoke.

“Did you know that with certain deep sea creatures, the pressure from the water is actually something they need to keep their body together? If they move into an environment with low pressure, their body starts to lose its integrity and fall apart.” Cass’s hand moved to their own neck without meaning to. They could practically feel the chafe, “I think he might have needed that collar.”

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“Well, obviously, I don’t love the idea,” Apollo glanced rapidly between Delta and the open door. Iza hung casually just outside the room, avoiding the worst of the static shock that way. 

Apollo was having more luck getting Delta to drink, but not as much luck keeping it down. His own movements were a little more frenzied. 

“Nothing else you’re doing is working,” Iza said, “We need to get him back to base. He can’t go if he’s like this.”

“We don’t know what the cause is. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Apollo placed the back of his hand to Delta’s forehead, then immediately yanked it back. It hurt to touch.

“Then if it doesn’t work, we can rule out the possibility. I can send Willow to the milsurp store. We’ll take it off if you really don’t like it,” Iza added the last line as an afterthought. It wasn’t clear if it was addressed to Apollo or to Delta. 

“It just seems mean,” Apollo sighed. Delta made a small, choked noise. With a trained anticipation, Apollo pulled the waste bucket up off the floor and placed it in front of him. Delta retched.

“Oh, that’s just blood,” Apollo said with muted horror, “Ok. Go. Go.”

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Willow jogged back into the safehouse, carrying the bag around her shoulders. They’d sent her because she looked the most normal; her purchase was the least likely to rouse suspicion.

“You can see the house glowing from outside,” she told them all out of breath.

Iza popped the collar out from its clamshell packaging. It was the highest caliber they offered for consumer purchase. She suspected it still wouldn’t cut him down by much. Delta looked on obliviously, not seeming to see much of anything. 

“Sorry, babe,” Iza gathered his long black hair out of the way. It had been trapping the heat against his neck. He didn’t resist much. With a little click, the collar snapped into place.

Delta passed out immediately. Iza caught him and laid him gently back on his side. The room already felt cooler.

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[cyrusthemagician]

Anyone else remember her?

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Oh Neil's playing BG3 tonight!

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

so random but do you think chan was into or is still into bands like panic at the disco, fall out boy, my chemical romance etc?

This is such a random question and I honestly love it because he still is into those bands for sure!

I saw a Bubble screenshot one time of how he mentioned one of his fave songs is thnks fr the memories by fall out boy.

In a few Chan's Room episodes, he's also recommended songs by twenty one pilots, ed sheeran and Paramore.

He also listens to Hozier which is a big win in my books because have you listened to Hozier's lyrics? Romantic af.

'No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her'

(Work Song)

'When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet, in the low lamp light I was free'

'And the nights were as dark as my baby, half as beautiful too'

(As It Was)

Oh and of course, we can't forget his Chase Atlantic that's definitely on his late-night drives and rendezvous playlist.

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Aurora fans who are also RWBY fans have we discussed the similarities and differences between crustables and bmblb yet?

because I would like to

there is a cat person and a person who can go on fire. One person has abandonment issues. There is angst within the cat person over the not human part of that person. Slow burn between two fighters. One punches stuff and the other does not. Bring up things/ fight involving something relating to one's mother(s) and there will be a fight or something. They got stuck in an isolated space to work out their feelings that one time.

[nmzuka]

We watched Ruby Gillman twice in the last two days and I think it was not very good :/

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btw i got to hold my baby niece today (who's like a few weeks old) never have felt so emotional just carrying a small thang

[feluka]

eg followers PLEASE does anyone remember that one film ruby did where she had her hair cropped short and she was some sort of entertainer/performer and mostly worse a suit or tuxedo and she looked so so hot and butch. i vividly remember seeing her in that role but i can't remember what the film is called and i wanna go back to it

[rubywolf0201]

Ever since (Not) a Devil has came out (and it’s a collab song made by two legendary Vocaloid producers, DECO*27 and PinocchioP), I’ve been listening to it non-stop because of how addictive and catchy the beat, lyrics and chorus part are.

Also the art is quite pretty, especially the ‘Dark Angel’ Miku (DECO*27’s Miku) drawn by Omutatsu tho PinocchioP’s Miku (both art and tuning) isn’t so bad either so both are a win-win.

[astraskylark]

New screencap from Eddy Rivas. This volume is going to be so weird i cannot wait