#ok bye i have Being Sick to be
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(Powers of X #6)
#xmen#xmen comics#powers of x#charles xavier#snap scans#snap chats#moira stronger than me like ik why we here we're gonna die if not and so that is why she is stronger than me she is committing#i woulda kissed him in this moment too tho she and i are family on that front im afraid i do find him very cute#also. SIDE TANGENT. i loved the art before this of charles slowly processing the horrors of moiras mind ...#EXCELLENT art i must eat it at once#the most devious part of this is after i finished reading i went to go to my brother to talk about What I Read#and the second i pulled up like 'his sad eyes Brother im gonna be sick' he immediately quoted this page I HATE IT HERE#thats why they had to put that dome over charles' eyes so no one could look at his sad eyes anymore#this is in fact something i love and always love seeing but it still hurts i will not LIIIEEE#cant wait to read bout how this all goes horribly wrong ....#while my bro and i were talkin we were talkin bout other in-between stories an i wanna check those out at some point ...#maybe ill check my comic shop sometime in the future idk. for now im gonna throw up !!!!!!!!!!#i will simply spend tomorrow watching the rest of 92 im almost done with it. relatively speaking i will feel healed then probably#i got like two seasons left which is basically the same length as season 3 and then its onto 97#thats just one season for now so ... should finish that quick ..#ok bye i have Being Sick to be
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no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo
#snap chats#is this a gaiden spoiler. its been like five months catch up you nerds#ANYWAYYYYY NOO I LOVE HIM ....... this whole bit is like four seconds long but i love it so much#i just reminded myself i should probably make gaiden/y8 videos for daigo.. i'll make it a JP/ENG comp or somethn.. one day#not soon tho like its barely anything since he's not in those games Long At All but still. im lazy 💀#excuse me while i gush about daigo for twenty minutes now because hehee HE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T GET OVER IT#this is literally the middle aged equivalent of going yippee like YOU CAN TELL HE'S SO RELIEVED IT'S SO CUTE#got the energy of a student with crippling anxiety after they somehow get through giving a presentation without throwing up#AND his lil smile ......... thank you gaiden you made me wanna eat drywall with daigo's sad puppy dog eyes about kiryu#and then immediately made up for it a minute later#sorry i keep scrolling up to look at him and i love him so much. what if i threw up#i dont like using babygirl lightly but this is actually the most Babygirl frame of him ever ive decided#thats my boy .... i love my boy so much ..... he's so cute ... come so far in life congratulations king ..... ily ...#him lookin up at the sky for a minute just to breathe i know he thankin god for the fact he somehow isnt dead yet#im gonna ignore the fact all of this was for naught so i dont bash my head against a wall anyway stan daigo#im gonna be sick i love him so much#if i redraw this later shut up. i love him...#this is why i try not to look at cutscenes anymore cause when i do i feel my brain being put in a microwave and start to melt#its not my fault i love my guys so much .... ok bye i have work to do ....#and then when i finish that work i can go back to loving my guys YAAAAAY !!!!!!!
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A special gift card for your Valentine, or just the person in your life who hates the holiday the most but Does still want their blorbos done up nice. (including you!) Every card is good for a Cells style Full Body Pair of characters OR two separate Cells style drawings (Normally 60$). It is redeemable at any point in the future* so there's no worry about an expiration date. Even if you just want to keep it on your own back pocket until you can think up what you want.
TLDR I'm with my valentine this week but I'm still a sap and want to do something for the holiday. So, with this deal through my Ko-Fi you can get a gift card for your darling (or yourself or your least favorite neighbor or whoever. I'm not your dad) for 45USD. which is a 25% discount.
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*if I am dead, this is null, I don't know if I'll be able to draw as a ghost. Sorry.
#comms#tbh r s are appreciated.#As much as I'm trying to keep this light. Im a liat and will not be with my bf on Valentine's#i will be in a hospital getting my brain fixed. and i like. am a little scared about money and being an American who needs a psych#hospitalization of a mystery length of time#Its already been an issue that ive had to delay this long bc i broke my leg and got sick#ok bye love you please please please do not feel like you have to buy something but pls rb maybe
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not to bring back my parasocial relationship with olivia rodrigo and not to be a negative hater but i used to not be the biggest fan of “‘making the bed” but now that’s all i’ve been listening to on loop for the last three days. her mind
#so in conclusion i can officially say i love every song she’s ever put out#even scared of my guitar!! remember when i said that one wasn’t my fav either#now i love it fiercely#ugh at the risk of sounding corny do u ever get sick of being a person. bc olivia rodrigo has some bangers for u#like she’s right i lowkey love playing the victim#also i have that car dream all the time but like literally#ok bye
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what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group
#bye ignore my venting bigger problems what fucking ever#im sick of her ass she only messages us for us to help her with her fucking girlfriend problems like we arent even friends atthis fckn point#and i love her shes so funny whatever but god shes literally the worst because i just want to be friends i dont fucking care ab her goddamn#selfish ass gf thats shes obsessed with. be obsessed tell me about it but cant we be friends ab other stuff too#we used to be her 'favorite friend' cause we shared so many interests and we hung around what fucking ever but fuck that right#get a gf and just use us to help better yalls relationship without even telling her you're sharing her private msgs w us huh yeah sure#what fucking ever im so done with this bitch and i cant even get my contacts out cause i have long nails and im js poking my eye#AND SHE WOULD NEVER BE SORRY if our friendship fell apart she would tell everyone i was jealous of her gf or what ever i literally dont care#she was like an older sister before i dont get why getting a gf would have to change shit like ok good for u but what ab us#what about me its not even fucking fair like is it that hard to keep up w ur friends?? NO its fucking not#taking me so long to write a post bc im still fucking helping her with her stupid dumb selfish idiotic gf omfg#just BREAK UP i literally dont fucking care just leave her if she makes u unhappy its literally online tf is she gonna do to u nothing omfg#why am i the one being punished when shes the one with the stupid dumb gf that hates her and herself i dont fucking care i js want m friend#and i cant tell any of our mutual friends cause she dont do that to them its js me so itd be like im being dramatic#and like shit i guess i am but i dont care atp thats all she ever talks to me ab like ok i get it i helped u but stop jfc#but if i said that we'd never talk again bc what fucking ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cause im just dramatic whatever#if u cant resolve these simple problems of communication on ur own then maybe u shouldnt be in a relationship idk js my thoughts! die#sry the 1 person who knows what xactly i mean is asleep and im so tired of getting late night msgs being like hii can u help me SHUT UP#id love to help if we were actually still fucking friends but we arent so js leave me alone bruh#post#nickpost#will delete in morning my mom keeps telling me to put my phone down bt i need 2 say smfh 2 some1#i hate change i hate slight differences in my normal day to day i hate everything i hate not having smth to rely on i hate change i hate it#sry im alg now im js sick of her ass js leave bruh#nimbhe my moms yelling im tired anyway i need to js isolate myself forever no problems if im on an island alone#living my best life in the shade drinking idk water or whatever and just talking to myself bc who even needs friends right!!!!!!!!#its 11:11 make a wjsh#adding more cz whatever im deleting this ltr anyway#its so clear where i stand with everyone cause its always close but not close enough friendly but not friends and i guess its the same w her#bye im out of tags etc whatever nobody matching my freak ever never comfortable in any friendships
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sorry but i still think it is so so crazy and insane to look at a child—ANY child, any teenager, ANYONE, but especially CHILDREN—and hit them. as a punishment or warning or whatever. that is so crazy to me. how could you ever look at a child and bring yourself to hurt them in any way shape or form??????????? that’s insane to me.
#emyrs.txt#tw childhood abuse#????? idk if this warrants that. but if i should more tags lemme know !!#YES. EVEN THE ANNOYING ONES.#spent. a great deal of time w my cousins’ friend the other day and she’s. technically 11 so. not a child in the technical sense. but anyone#under 17 to me is so so so young. (YES. i’m only 19. this isn’t bc i’m incredibly old and wise or whatever. it’s bc i’m old enough 2 see how#young i was then. if that makes sense. anyways).#and she was. SO INCREDIBLY annoying. and i have SO little patience and even less tact into how to get her to Stop. so i just smiled and#nodded and pretended that i wasn’t losing all of my patience. bc she is 11. and i remember being 11 & annoying. & being a kid means being#annoying anyways so whatever.#anyways. i hate thinking about my cousins and the kids in my family it makes me sick to stomach.#not bc their parents r abusive or whatever i just don’t think they’re getting the care and attention they need & i don’t want them to grow#up w as weird and fucked up feelings as me and my older cousins have.#also this whole thing is bc i was reading atla fanfiction and got sad about zuko. NWWNNDNDFN#literally i just can’t comprehend the idea of ever physically hurting a child. how do u live with urself afterwords.#i’m tired. this made me very sad. ok bye.
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I dont wanna do anything today its too hotttt
#i just wanna hang out but everyone is busyyyyy 😭#and nobody gives a fuck abt what ive been up to as soon as theyve finished talking abt themselves they leave the conversation 😔#ik i get annoying talking abt my interests but its not a 1 way street here 🥹🥹#well maybe it is i guess. oh well#hanging out w the parkour lot again tmr so :D !! i made brownies to take with me.. thefastest way to make friends is to bring food :3#and ill hang out a bit w my flatmate later bc i offered to make dinner. muahaha my sick and twisted plans to spend time w ppl#ik im probably just having a bad rsd day but i know my flatmate misses our old flatmates and sometimes its hard not to feel like its a-#personal thing like ik im not as fun or cool as they were but i cant rly do anything abt that bc im just me#it is what it is!! i hope she finds a way of making some new friends locally bc then ill feel less guilty for her being stuck w me#not that i feel like im stuck w her at all i love her shes great + i like talking to her + being around her !!#i just feel like theres an invisible standard im always being compared to. IDK!!!!! probably just insecurity on my part its ok#i feel like im always harping on abt that here SORRY anyway im gonna make dough and do another hour of job apps ily bye#.diaries
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something lgbt just happened to me tonight
#this might have been my bisexual awakenin#fr fr#bro SHE TOUCHED ME#I'M NEVER WASHING MY HAMDS AGAIN#no but seriously#i needed to vent somewhere#and this was the only 1000% safe space i could think of#i genuinely hope this is what i think it is#i'm sick and tired of being confused#ok i'm done#thx for coming to my ted talk#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbt pride#bi bi bi#bisexual awakening#jesus fucking christ#bye
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There are certain things i am not equipped to handle and im trying so hard to calm myself but of course the second i start feeling ok again i get another message that i cannot fucking handle and i am tired of having to tell someone i love that i cannot help them rn like i am going to explode if one more person tries to message me tonight
#how to hack the world so that people shut up and give me space#like i know i should be there for them but literally just the bare minimum of what ive been made aware of today is making me spiral#they dont seem to understand that i simply cannot fucking process this information let alone help them with it#and on top of that im ALREADY low on my social meter like i do not need to be put in charge of your well being rn!!#im already having a hard time!!!#i have souch anxiety rn and im like dealing with anger problems#because when i cant process something i just get mad#i feel sick like i just want to sleep man why are you messaging me after ive already said googdnight thats ultimate conversation ender#go to sleep please for the both of us#end rant ok bye#vent#vent post
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that everything is sexualized nobody is horny thing is so real to me. sleep deprived so i can't form a coherent thought but was taken aback recently by how sexualized dance routines are in music videos or irl from what i've seen from ppl who dance as a hobby. what ever happened to feminism, gurl 🤨
#i feel like you can't even be like 'this is kinda fucked up' these days bc ppl will immediately accuse you of being a conservative or sth#which depresses me bc it really shifted to “sexualizing urself is feminist and anyone who critisizes it hates women” now which... :|#like this isn't good but ok 😭 i'm so sick of seeing women contort into these grotesque barely human things to be deemed “desirable”#? or something? when will we finally reach the point where we can just be normal ppl instead of having to make a joke of ourselves?#cos girl i'm tired. bye
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the growing pups quest, where u have to feed ur pups a lot, is TOUGH my goodness
#dip speaks#dip plays wolfquest#ive been playing on challenging mode.#the first year i managed to keep my 3 surviving pups alive (gold. cobalt. and copper)#(i did lose two to coyotes and sickness)#and this year i did lose two again both to wolf attacks :( so i just have mercury platinum and silicon now#but i also got REAL messed up by a raid there were so many wolves oh my god!!!#i didnt lose any of my yearlings or mate but now everybody is super injured + low health o_o#and it's so tough right now i am Struggling. steel (my mate) almost died while hunting. 7% health.#(i had one of my yearlings survive with just 2% health before lol. copper is a trooper. but i digress)#im barely surviving by the skin of my teeth atm#i will say im not afraid to save scum though. i already did once when i lost gold and i think copper? to me being Stupid askjfhsdjflkh#but this? this is a good story right here so it's fine let's see if i survive yippeee#if challenging (which is basically just the medium mode) is this hard i absolutely cannot imagine what hard + ironwolf is like. jesus chris#could be a very rainworld case though where im intimidated at first (was too scared to play hunter before downpour aha)#then i play through it and Got Gud and then will be like ''oh haha ez''#that's a lot of tags ok bye
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ok so im obviously very excited abt this and if there's anyone I woild trust to do this well it would be Alice oseman but at the same time I'm a bit worried bc like there's already such a stigma and while I don't want to water down asexuality to appeal to the allos I've also seen too many ace stereotypes been ridiculed by allos (and ill be honest by myself sometimes) so idk how i feel abt it all
Heartstopper Season 2 Teaser/Alice Oseman’s Instagram
#like i really hope and expect they'll do a good job#but im ngl if i get one more Cake! Dragons! I don't have feelings at all! ace I'm literally gonna riot#im just sick and tired of being embarrassed to tell ppl how I feel bc they'll immediately have those stereotypes in mind and they are Not Me#also Books! belongs in that list as well but I'm on mobile so editing is a hassle#and im worried bc thats already kind of the direction it seems to be going in like I love Isaac but so far his entire character both in the#show and in promos has been He Reads Books and I just wish for once we would get an interesting actially rounded out character with a#personality#sorry for the lot of words#also if you disagree feel free to tell me! I'd love to discuss this#but don't yell at me pls#ok bye#heartstopper#alice oseman#osemanverse#isaac henderson#asexual
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Sorry everyone i finally found a color-accurate suit for aoki im going to be so annoying
#snap chats#IM LYINNGGGGG. about being annoying. ok no im not#i dont know what im lying about POINT IS YEEAAAAHHHHHHH#the place i go to was having a sale and i was like LOL. let me visit#i wanted to get new clothes anyway and then i walk in and what the fuck i see. //screams//#i wont get more accurate glasses. unless i see them in the wildBUT FOR NOW UGH. im so sick#i almost wanna post cosplay pics but 1.) my camera’s a gym sock 2.) im bad at selfies 3.) we dont need to see my mug more than usual#‘snap how are you still weird about your face you stream your face regularly’ lmao right 🥰#not everyone watches streams tho… nor does everyone watch the vods.. which are only link accessible#just havin My Face out there in the open…. wo Ah…#anyway if i cosplay aoki during a stream no i dont#ok bye I Should Really Get Food. or start heading home at least stream soon AH
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# CS55 — CAN I GO WHERE YOU GO ?
MASTERLIST !
001. SUMMARY !
✯ carlos leaving ferrari means you do too.
002. NOTE !
✯ guys i fear the carlos mourning fics will never end😥 your only reprieve is the christmas series… and maybe some other stuff…
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yourusername i wish i could say i didn’t rewrite this caption a million times, but i have. i will miss wearing red on race days, i will miss cheering on my brother and boyfriend in the same team and i will also miss the coffee. this is not a goodbye, just a see you next year in a different garage 🥹💙
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carlossainz55 My greatest supporter ❤️ I wouldn’t have gotten through the season without you
⤷ yourusername i couldn’t be prouder of you!
⤷ charles_leclerc Ok we get it you’re in love 🙄
ynfan1 “it was the end of a decade, but the start of an age”
carlosfan1 I CAN’T STOP CRYING
carlosfan2 siri play waiting room by phoebe bridgers
scuderiaferrari We hope to see you some time again in our garage!
⤷ yourusername i’ll go some times! (otherwise charles will throw a fit)
ynfan3 wait why am i tearing up
carlosfan3 it’s so amazing that she’s following him to williams despite her family all being in ferrari
ynfan4 i want someone to love me like they love each other
ynfan5 is anyone else inconsolable
⤷ carlosfan4 haven’t stopped crying since the beginning of the race
⤷ ynfan6 i haven’t stopped crying since february…
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lilymhe finally some company in the garage😁
⤷ yourusername i am soooo excited
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux Wow…
⤷ yourusername it’s not you, it’s me
ynfan21 okay blue scheme
carlosfan21 thank god they have a pretty colour… imagine her in sauber bright green
ynfan22 wait i’m still at the restaurant😔
williamsracing Welcome to the team, YN!
⤷ yourusername 💙
ynfan23 bring back the red!!!!!!!
carlosfan22 this still feels so surreal
carlosfan23 i feel sick.
ynfan24 bye i still haven’t moved on
#*ੈ✩༄ my works !#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz#francesca cuccuru#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz angst#carlos sainz fic#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz social media au#f1#formula 1#formula one#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 social media au#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 social media au
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— IN THE WAKE OF FLAMES. PT III
eris vanserra x archeron!reader
summary: even before you became fae, your favourite season was autumn. it’s a little hard to hide this when your least favourite newly appointed high lord has made it his life’s mission to be the most annoying male in your life.
a/n: sorry for such a long break!! pls let me know what u think and again if you’d like to be added to the tag list send me a message or ask as I rarely check my notifs and go back to them. also sorry abt the cliffhanger uhmmmm also unedited ok bye
“You look like crap.”
Your eyes flutter open to see Mor scrunching up her face as she peers at you from her seat across your own at the dining table. It takes a second for her words to register and you throw a belated scowl her way.
“Good morning to you too,” you mumble, sitting up to continue swirling your spoon around your bowl of barely eaten oatmeal. Your appetite seems to have vanished over the past week, but you try and force a spoonful down your throat, nearly gagging.
Mor narrows her eyes at you and her lips press into a thin line of concern. “No, you seriously look like crap. You’re not eating lately and you were literally asleep at the table when I got here.”
“I wasn’t asleep,” you say, defensively. “I was resting my eyes.”
“You sound like Cassian after a three hour afternoon nap.”
“I’m just having a little trouble sleeping.” You set your spoon down and push the offending bowl away from you before slumping in your seat. You brush off her skeptical look with a wave of your hand. “I’m always like this after absorbing Fae magic.”
And over the last few days you’ve been absorbing a lot. All in an attempt to find out as much as you could about the Fae rebel group that had been attacking the borders of multiple Courts, in order to weaken them and make a point against you.
Well, you and your sisters. Not all of Prythian was accepting of Feyre for how she was Made, and even less so of you and Nesta and Elain. Instead, they viewed you as unnatural mutations and the whispers had only become worse after the War. It seemed that the lack of conflict looming over Prythian was unacceptable in their eyes.
With the help of your powers and Azriel’s shadows, you were closer than ever to finding them. Truthfully, the idea that there were Fae out there who hated you didn’t bother you so much in the sense of feeling like outcasts, but you couldn’t lie. They were starting to be a giant pain in your ass.
“You’re never like this,” Mor scoffs, gesturing to the bags under your eyes and the hollowness of your cheeks. As her voice raises, the pounding of your head gets more intense and you attempt to hold back a grimace. “Why is it affecting you so much this time?”
“It’s the type of magic I’m absorbing,” you practically whine, abandoning all pretences of being okay and allowing your shoulders to drop. “It’s so angry and harsh and impure, Mor! It’s literally making me sick because I have nowhere else to redirect it.”
At that moment Rhysand and Feyre walk in to join you at the table.
Rhysand, having overheard you, chimes in as he reaches for a plate of fruit. “Good news, our little Siphon,” he nudges you lightly, the nickname making you scrunch your nose up in mock annoyance. “We have enough information now to move forward using Az and Cass and resources from other Courts. The only thing we need you to do now is rest.”
Rhysand’s upbeat tone brings a weak smile to your face. You know that he’s being flippant to make you feel better, like he always does when you’re stressed or unwell and you’re nothing but appreciative as he whistles under his breath, nonchalantly piling some fruit onto a plate for you.
“You should have been resting days ago,” Feyre eyes you from beside Rhys with furrowed brows, taking in your tired form. “We told you yesterday would be too much.”
You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Give me a couple hours and I’ll be fine for the meeting in Summer.”
Mor snorts and looks up at you, amused. When you raise an eyebrow, her smile drops into an incredulous expression. “You’re not serious.”
“I need to be there to discuss what I siphoned from that knife we found at the border of Dawn,” you say, holding up a hand and rushing out the rest of your words when Feyre opens her mouth to speak. “And Rhys promised me I would be there since it’ll be all the High Lords, Court informants and even soldiers. I couldn’t possibly not go.”
Feyre sighs, sensing that you’re not going to back down. She nods slowly, pointing at your plate. “Finish all of your breakfast and your lunch later on and then you can go.”
You let out a breath, feeling nauseous when Rhys slides your plate closer to you and simply shrugs when you glare at him. Traitor, you speak to him in your mind. He suddenly becomes very interested in a strawberry.
“Watch me,” you say confidently, waving your fork at Feyre who rolls her eyes at you and goes back to her own breakfast.
Summer court is your least favourite court at the best of times, though you’d never admit that to sweet and kind Tarquin, who’s arguably one of your favourite High Lords.
The beautiful, shimmering lagoons aren’t of interest to you as large bodies of water have always unsettled you. The warm breeze that everyone welcomes always reminds you of the times you had to suffer through sweltering heat when foraging for food with Feyre in your adolescence. You’ve always preferred a colder climate and appreciated a more muted daylight.
Considering your current health, the ripples in the water make you dizzy and the light salty breeze nearly brings your breakfast and lunch up.
You’re thankful for the sheer, thin material of the sage coloured dress that Nuala and Cerridwen chose for you because you suddenly feel a sheen of sweat covering your body.
“Are we done sightseeing?” you ask weakly, desperate to be inside already.
Elain turns to you and winces. “You don’t look too good….”
“Aw, thank you, Elain.”
“That’s not what I mean,” she tuts, coming over to fan your face with her hands. You swat them away, sputtering and try to catch Rhysand’s attention to move things along. He reluctantly agrees and gestures everyone to move along, too used to your aversion to Summer.
As you all enter the palace made of gleaming marble, you hang further back to avoid the watchful eyes of Feyre who seems to be waiting to send you right back home to rest.
The palace is beautiful and you push down your nausea to look around and take in the tall arched windows. The jewelled embellishments adorning the frames trail higher and higher and you crane your neck to see them.
This turns out to be a mistake when your vision starts to blur and another wave of nausea causes your steps to falter, the world tilting sharply.
A firm hand grips your elbow in an all too familiar fashion, steadying you before you’re sent flying to the ground. Another hand settles around your waist where the cutout of your dress exposes your now damp skin, glittering with sweat.
You look up and find Eris’ amber eyes locked onto your own.
“Foolish,” he mutters, his voice sharp with irritation, yet his hands remain steady in their position, holding you up. It’s the first word he’s uttered to you since your encounter a couple of weeks ago in the Spring Court where he’d left on frosty terms. You had seen him twice since then, but it was in the middle of meetings and siphoning sessions and he had barely spared you a single glance.
Your lips part but your senses are too overwhelmed to think of a response before he carries on, lightly shaking his head at you. “You overexert yourself all week and then travel here? What are you trying to prove?”
“I’m fine,” you manage to say, pulling away from him, but his grip only tightens. You can’t help glancing around and noticing that the growing crowd of all the Court officials has separated you from the Inner Circle. You huff out a breath as you register his words. You knew Rhysand had to communicate with the other High Lords with updates, but you didn’t know that included your physical state. “Gods, High Lords are such gossips…”
“You’re not fine,” he says, scowling like you’ve dreadfully inconvenienced him by nearly collapsing. His gaze flickers over the pallor of your skin and the way you’ve started to shiver slightly. “You drained yourself dry this week. And for what? To impress Rhysand? To prove something to him?”
“Let go of me, Eris,” you attempt to snap at him, but even you can hear the lack of strength in your voice. His eyes soften slightly when you say his name without your usual bite. “I can’t have this same conversation with you when I’m like this.”
“You think I want to be the one always catching you from falling on your face? Trust me when I say I have things I would rather be doing,” he mutters, narrowing his eyes.
You grit your teeth at the reminder and heat flares in your cheeks, whether it’s from embarrassment, anger or the climate of Summer, you don’t know.
Before you can retort, Eris sighs and straightens you up, still not fully letting you go. Releasing the hand around your waist, he loops your arm in his own and makes you lean on him for support. To your utter surprise, he doesn’t say anything as he starts walking towards the meeting room where everyone else files in. Despite your frustration, you’re grateful for his strength.
The moment of blissful silence doesn’t last too long, however. As he begins to lead you to where your family is stood and clearly looking around frantically for you, Eris leans in to whisper in your ear. “You need to sit down at the table,” he orders quietly, High Lord behaviour on full display.
You’re about to argue that no one else is going to be sat and he immediately catches this, cutting you off. “Don’t be stubborn for once in your life,” he murmurs, breath warm against your ear, making you shiver more than you already were. “Please?”
You quickly turn your head to meet his, shocked at the pleading in his voice. You didn’t realise how close this would bring your own face to his and words leave you. Thankfully, you’ve reached your family as you hear Cassian’s loud voice and it snaps you out of your little bubble.
“Finally!” he exclaims, throwing his arms up in exasperation. “We were about to send a search and rescue team, thinking you’d finally collapsed.”
“Why didn’t you?” Eris asks, coldly.
Cassian merely rolls his eyes at Eris’ attitude and gestures at Azriel.
Feyre comes forward to take your other arm in hers and explains. “Azriel’s shadows informed us that you were with her, Eris.” She smiles warmly and sincerely at him and Rhysand nods at him in recognition of his actions. “Thank you for looking after my sister.”
Eris shakes his head. “Don’t thank me yet. I foresee many falls in her near future that I’m sure I won’t be present for.”
Feyre’s mouth twitches, but she quickly smoothes her face into an expressionless one when you frown at her and she busies herself with disentangling you from Eris.
He takes a step back, dark and fiery hair catching the sunlight through the tall windows and glances at you once more, not breaking eye contact, yet his words are directed towards Feyre. “Just make sure she sits down. The Night Court doesn’t need a martyr,” he says drily, before walking away.
Your mouth goes dry at the double meaning in his words, but you can’t shake off the shock at seeing genuine concern in his eyes. You must have looked practically near death, but you appreciated it all the same and you don’t even realise your eyes are lingering on him as he walks away until Feyre sits you down next to Nesta.
Your older sister raises an eyebrow at you, always so intuitive and you swat weakly at her to look away from you. Cassian’s eyes flit back and forth between you two, confused.
Before he can say anything, the meeting commences and you feel a shift in the energy of the room, full to the brim of Court officials, emissaries, a few warriors and of course, the High Lords around the table.
Your turn to speak comes fairly quickly since the most information regarding the Rebels is from you and Azriel. As per Rhysand’s instructions, you don’t go into any details regarding your siphoning powers, instead just sharing the information you gained due to them. You try to ignore the way people are staring at your weak form, but you continue to speak with all the strength you can muster. Evidently, you’re doing a convincing job as people start to nod, satisfied and scribble things down.
When Azriel’s turn arrives, you zone out a little, already having heard everything a few times over. Your ears only perk up when everyone is discussing plans of action against the Rebels and a question is asked in your general direction.
“Who are we thinking is to be at the front lines of this hypothetical mission?” The question comes from one of the Spring Court advisors, Vaelith, an older Fae with silver hair gathered in one long braid down his back.
His gaze lingers on you for only a split second before moving onto Rhysand and you feel compelled to answer. “Myself and Azriel,” you blurt out, before you can think twice. “And others of course, but the two of us are the most familiar with-”
“We’re all aware of the Shadowsinger’s abilities,” Vaelith interrupts you, holding up a hand to stop you from talking. You hold back a scowl. “What makes you suitable to lead such a mission aside from your… familiarity with a selection of items left behind by these Rebels?”
“I’m more than able to-” you cut yourself off and swallow, gaining yourself a second to think of a way to defend yourself without giving away your powers, as per your High Lord’s request.
Careful, Y/N
Rhysand’s voice sounds clear as day in your head and you try not to wince at the volume considering the silence of the rest of the room. The other High Lords knew of your powers, but Rhysand had requested they keep it to themselves, even from their own Court officials. Whether or not Rhysand had used his Daemati abilities to ensure this, you didn’t want to know.
“I’m more than able to assist in a plan of action,” you continue firmly, voice hardening. “I’m not sure if you remember a certain War we just had, but you may wish to remind yourself who was at the front lines of that.”
A few laughs break the tense silence and some people start muttering, slowly raising the volume of the room. You almost don’t hear Vaelith’s next words. “You haven’t really answered my question.”
“Let’s use our senses, Vaelith,” a voice rings out from further down the table and you’re startled to realise that Eris is speaking up. The room finally quietens down and you sit up impossibly straight, surprised that Eris is about to defend you.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
He only spares you a fleeting glance, but even from your seat you could see it’s full of amusement and mocking. The thing that surprises you is that the mocking is directed at you. “Look at her. Are you really questioning the abilities of a female who barely has the strength to sit up in her seat, let alone fight?”
Your stomach drops, a ball of humiliation unfurling in your chest as he continues to speak.
“I’d like to believe Rhysand has more sense than to send someone on the frontlines who would just be doing the rebels a favour,” Eris drawls, raising an eyebrow at Rhys, still avoiding your gaze.
Rhysand nods. “I can assure you I’ll only be sending my strongest soldiers, Vaelith,” he smirks, faintly, as though the implication he’d do anything to suggest otherwise is laughable. “Now may we discuss matters of actual importance? Tarquin, what have your soldiers been preparing?”
The tension dissolves almost immediately, but you’re still shellshocked, shaking with anger rather than weakness now. It’s as though you’ve been pumped with a burst of adrenaline and it doesn’t seem to be dampening.
After the conversation has shifted to a completely different subject, you shift from your seat as discretly as possible and mutter to Nesta that you need some air before standing up.
You look at the High Lord of Autumn before you walk away, but it only infuriates you more. Eris doesn’t look anywhere near you, but his jaw is clenched all the same, as though he can feel you glaring at him.
Mor catches your arm as you’re walking out and hisses in your ear. “You’re still not well,” she turns her body fully towards you. “Wait for me to come with you.”
“Don’t worry,” you say, shaking your head and clenching your fists to keep them from trembling as you speak through gritted teeth. “I feel suddenly energised. I’ll only be outside.”
Mor gives you a once over and is clearly satisfied with the fact that you’re unlikely to collapse again as she nods and releases your arm, allowing you to rush through the crowd of people and push through the guards.
You walk briskly away from the doors of the meeting room and further down the empty hallway until you’re satisfied that no one will hear your heavy breathing.
You lean against a pillar, exhaling in and out to control your anger and keep the tears at bay. Gods, you feel so stupid. Of course, Eris is incapable of being a decent male to anyone, let alone to you. Damn him and his cruel smirk and damn Rhysand too for allowing it to happen.
Brushing away the tears that have managed to fall, you curse yourself for not just pushing him away and allowing yourself to collapse on the hard marble flooring. It was giving you whiplash the way he could be so full of concern one second and practically call you useless in front of a room full of officials the next.
The longer you stand against the marble pillar, the weaker you begin to feel and that burst of adrenaline you previously felt is no longer present. The anger that fuelled you mere seconds ago is now winding you and a rising sense of panic begins to consume you.
You decide to turn around to walk back so you’re closer to the doors of the meeting room in case you embarrassingly do collapse.
However, the second you take a step, a flash of movement in the corner of your eye is all the warning you get before strong arms clamp around you from behind and a cloth is pressed against your mouth and nose, preventing you from breathing. You can’t even scream as the scent of something strong and chemical floods your senses, making your vision blur.
You thrash around in an attempt to use the little strength you have left to escape, but the arms only grip you harder and the world begins to spin. The last thing you feel is the cool marble floor as your knees give out and no one bothers to catch you as you hit the ground, darkness swallowing you whole.
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So, back when I did tae kwon do, obviously broke boards during belt tests, and there's this one that my grandpa wrote "broke it on such and such date for such and such belt, see other board"
Except the other board says the exact same thing word for word including the see other board
Never quite figured out the thought process behind that specific pair of board pieces
#and of course he was the reason I stopped doing tae kwon do; I said I needed a break; he said no; so I quit#I was a red belt; I was real close to being a black belt; and he just couldn't let me take like a month off#couldn't wrap his head around the idea that if he was going to be unyielding a kid could just... not do it anymore#kind of pisses me off now that I'm older; cause it wasn't that I didn't like tae kwon do#it's that I'd be like 'man I don't feel like going today; I feel kind of sick' (and I was like 8); and he'd make me go anyway#'oh you can just leave if you still feel like that'; well no I couldn't; I wasn't up to interrupting a lesson to be like I'm gonna head out#if he'd just given me like a couple months off; or maybe even a couple months where I only went once a week#(swear I went 3 days a week after school; but if not switch that to every other week or whatever)#a little bit of a break and I'd have probably gotten back into the swing with it#because... I mean hell; I'd love to do it now; I liked tae kwon do; I still do even if I don't remember any of it really#but... my grandpa wasn't a bad man; but he was the kind of guy who got into feuds with a fucking literal child#my grandma too honestly; if the kid wouldn't do what you wanted it had to be a contest of wills#except... I could always just say 'ok... bye' and dip out of whatever bullshit they had so long as my mom didn't force me#just like... you stupid ass; you could have gotten what you wanted if you'd just been willing to compromise a teeny tiny bit#if anything it was good that I set a form of boundaries through quitting; since I didn't have it in me to say#'nah man; doing it at my rate since it's my gig'#I'm glad I don't have kids; but like... at least if I did I could listen to them#be like 'oh that's cool; you like doing this but the rate you're doing it wears you out? lets slow down then'#eh...
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