I am so drunk. And I love Runaan and Ethari. I text everyone saying I love Runaan and Ethari and I wish I was in dragon prince I want to marry them omt I so sad Runaan and Ethari
I am so drunk. And I love Runaan and Ethari. I text everyone saying I love Runaan and Ethari and I wish I was in dragon prince I want to marry them omt I so sad Runaan and Ethari
Hiii! I could I request ethari or runaan headcanons for a male reader whoβs an angel?
I know itβs kinda plain lol, I just had a dream about it awhile back. And Iβm lowkey sleep deprived so my brain ainβt working. If you donβt wanna write this then please donβt! π€
At first, all the elves thought that you were just a Skywing Elf. You looked like one after all, you had wings (obviously) and you had the same flowy attire that any other Skywing would have.
The only thing you were missing were horns
Ethari didn't judge that, of course he didn't, there could be a hundred different reasons as to why you didn't have wings. He chalked it down to you being hurt by humans long ago, it wouldn't have been strange to hear it; he assumed that there must have been a lot of Elves who found themselves at the wrong end of a human's sword.
Besides, humans liked to take trophies of anything they encountered; Ethari was just surprised that they hadn't your wings because what were the odds they caught a Skywing elf?
You could have laughed, in all honesty, because how could none of them understand that you were not like them? Far from it, really.
Ethari was not the first Elf who caught up on it, but he was the first one that you told. You supposed it was because it was interesting, kinder than the other Moondshadow elves (at least, that's what you gathered from the usual stoic elves).
He didn't believe you at first, he thought that you were just trying to pull his leg because what the hell did you mean you were an angel?!
It was only when you pulled up your sleeves and showed that you had five fingers, not four. That was when he started to believe you.
Though, even in that, he had to start out believing that you were some sort of half-human, half-elf hybrid. You had to show him time after time that, no, you weren't part human or part elf, but something else entirely.
When he did 100% believe you though, it was like new doors had opened.
He wanted to ask you a hundred different questions, but you would always answer them cryptically or inanely vague. Ethari felt as if he was losing his mind with how avoidant you were to answer questions.
Sure, he knew that you couldn't exactly tell him specifics, you just weren't allowed to, but that didn't stop his curiosity.
Runaan thought that you were a Skywing elf when he first met you, but it didn't take for long for him to realise that that wasn't the case.
He was smart, leader of the assassins, observant, one of the best assassins out there, of course he picked up on the fact that something wasn't right.
You got that very suspicious glare from him a few moments after you were introduced to him.
You laughed it off, like you did most things because, after all, you were ancient and a glare from someone who was a child in comparison to the years that you had on you didn't scare you at all.
Runaan had some respect on you for that, you weren't easily deterred; if not deterred at all. He was all too familiar with the fact that other elves were quickly intimidated by him and his presence, but that wasn't the case for you; hell, you weren't even an elf.
You did not tell him that you were an angel. Rather, he slowly started to piece together what you were for himself.
When he approached you about it, you simply filled in the blanks. Technically speaking, you didn't admit to anything, so no one (whatever higher being you were the angel of) couldn't get angry at the fact that you meddled with the mortals. Runaan figured it out.
Runaan's an assassin, everybody knows this. When you admitted to the fact that you weren't allowed to speak too much about what you were and why you were meddling with mortal affairs you couldn't usually meddle in, Runaan didn't ask questions.
He knew that you had secrets to keep, and he knew how that felt.
Perhaps one day he would figure it out, though, just so that you wouldn't get in trouble.
Hii! I was wondering if you could write for Runaan x male reader. Where reader is super sweet and a healer in the silvergrove, always wears lethal flowers in his hair (such as foxglove or belladonna or lily of the valley.) I think Iβd be cute, Runaan having a healer as a husband since heβs an assassin. And treating his wounds from training.
Of course, if you donβt want to write this then donβt pressure yourself! I hope you have an amazing day π€πͺ»
A/n: Yes, based off that one quote. No, I have no idea what it is from, but I saw PoVs on TikTok about it eons ago. ALSO HI YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, PLEASE KEEP SENDING THEM IN I PROMISE I DON'T BITE I LOVE GETTING REQS
You found yourself tending to a lot of the same types of elves in your career of being one of the Silvergrove's healers. Namely, you were finding yourself tending the the assassins often. Usually, there were superficial wounds, ones that wouldn't cause you too much of a headache.
Though, there were times were you had to deal with worse injuries; arrow wounds, stabs, broken bones. These types of injuries became your speciality very quickly, and you kissed dealing with smaller problems βlike sicknessβ goodbye.
Though, you found yourself meeting a certain elf more and more each time. Runaan.
At first, he was reluctant to head to your place, determined to ensure everyone around him that he was completely fine; regardless of the fact you had to drag his backside and force him to accept the help. Over time, however, he started to come out of his own willingness.
"<<Reader>>." He called when he walked into your humble workplace.
"Just a moment!" You called from another room, rushing along to try and get everything reorganised; muttering under your breath about stubborn elves for the hundredth time that week.
You emerged a few seconds after, greeting Runaan with a big smile. "Runaan, I was wondering when I would see you again. What is it this time?"
"Nothing much." He said simply, waving a hand dismissively when he saw that you were coming over to him with the intention to look him over. "I was wondering if you had any advice for aches."
"Aches?" You echoed, then nodded. "There's a few herbs for aches. Ginger and Willow bark are the ones that I find myself using the most, Devil's Claw is something I recommend for the elders more than anything, Ashwagandha and Hops can be used too, but I sometimes even add in Lavender to teas to help because of the aroma. Does any of that help?"
Runaan nodded slowly. "Oh, yes, yes. That, uh yes, that does help."
He didn't want to admit that he was only there to see you.
When he didn't make a move to continue the conversation, or even to say goodbye and leave, you laughed softly. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"How do you know what herbs to use?" He blurted out, not exactly sure what else to ask to keep the conservation going.
"What's sparked this sudden interest in Herbology?" You teased, but you answered his question. "I studied them a lot, and I still brush up on that studying to this day. I have my mentor to thank because, without him, I probably wouldn't have the foggiest clue where to start."
Runaan only nodded along.
"How do you know how to fight your different opponents?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
Runaan was taken a back from the question, not sure where it came from. "I'm sorry?"
"You asked me about my work, and now I'm asking you about yours." You said with a simple shrug of the shoulders.
"Oh, right." Runaan said with a quick nod. "Well, I suppose I quickly observe them and figure out what they favour in a fight. Then, I adapt."
"I suppose we have that in common." You mused.
"How so?"
"Well," You started with a breath in. "You observe your opponent and adapt your fighting to beat them. I must observe stubborn elves, such as yourself, and figure out little tricks to tell me the truth. Even when you assassins tell me that your wounds aren't a big deal, I must adapt when I see the real state of them, and quickly figure out how I must fix them."
"But killing and healing are completely different." Runaan said with a small huff of air. "Taking a life is hard, destroying something like that is hard."
"You think killing is hard?" You questioned with a hum. "Try healing something. That takes patience. You can break something in two seconds, but fixing it? It can take forever."
"Why why have you stayed doing this for so long?" Runaan asked.
You hummed and shrugged your shoulders, a big grin appearing on your face. "Because I like fixing things."
But Runaan could tell that that wasn't the true answer.
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"It is nothing."
The sentence was starting to lose all meaning to you.
"I'm fine."
That one was too.
"It is just a scratch."
Oh, funny, that one was as well!
Any variation of those three sentences, you had heard them all. Each time you would hear it, you were sure that you were losing all sense because how, in any higher being, did anyone think that their injures were 'fine'.
You had tended to countless wounds and varying seriousness, all coming from different situations. You had pretty much seen it all. You were just unsure if you preferred tending to sickness over physical injury; either way you were met with stubborn elves.
Noticeably so, you were met with a very stubborn Runaan.
Before the two of you got together, before the two of you even got married, you had seen Runaan in your little corner in the Silvergrove a hundred times over. You memorised his tells before you realised you liked him, or that he liked you.
It was the getting him to admit that he was hurt that was the hard part, and something that you struggled with even after years of being his partner.
"Runaan, I swear..." You huffed under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"It's nothing." He tried to reassure, but you βeven if you weren't married to the elfβ didn't miss the limp, or the wince when he moved a certain way. "I'm fine. It's just a scratch."
"It's either nothing, or it's a scratch, decide." You said with a pointed finger wiggling in his face.
"It's nothing." He said with a faint shrug of the shoulders.
You glared at him for a few seconds, and he stared back.
"You're a fool." You said with a huff, then pointed at the chair in the kitchen. "Sit down."
"I got something for you." Runaan tried to say."
"That's nice." You said, half paying attention as you got some of the herbs you had stashed away. "I still need you to sit down."
You grabbed the kettle that you had been brewing over the fireplace, but grew startled when you realised that Runaan was standing behind you. He was lucky that you didn't spill the boiling water all over him.
He was holding out a few picked foxglove flowers, he had a small smile on his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, unimpressed. While, yes, it was sweet that he had picked them for you, you knew what he was trying; distraction from his injuries by giving you a gift, in hopes you would forget about him.
"Runaan." You said slowly.
"You said you needed some. I got you some."
"I can see that."
"Where would you like them."
"On the table and, while you're at it, sit down."
He sighed faintly, placing them carefully on the table before he sat down on the chair.
You shook your head slowly, turning back to the counter so you could work on the herbal tea. You made sure that there was willow bark in it, as it was good for pain and because Runaan wasn't telling you what exactly was wrong with him, you couldn't figure out the specifics of what would best help him.
While you waited for his tea to brew, you walked over to him with sap from aloe vera sap, which you often used for irritated skin, burns or injuries following that sentiment. When you were opposite him, you motioned for Runaan to lift his tunic.
He did so bregrudgingly.
This was one of the few times he was right about it being 'fine'. There was no serious harm done to him, thankfully. You figured that his muscles were just exhausted, and that was causing his discomfort; it was a good thing he had that willow bark tea. You applied the sappy gel onto his ribs gently, massaging it into his skin.
"Don't exhaust yourself anymore today." You said sternly.
Runaan only smiled up at you, just as he did every time you gave him your stern voice.
"I'll make you chamomile tea tonight, too." You said absentmindedly as you turned your back on him to grab the tea that you poured mere moments ago. "It should get you sleep well and, hopefully, you won't have that ache tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, my love." He said softly, taking the hot tea from your hands when you passed it to him.
"Huh-uh." You hummed, moving to sit beside him. "You do know it's my day off, right?"
"I did tell you it's nothing." He said with a faint chuckle.
"And you're usually lying to me when you say that." You said with an amused scoff.
He didn't answer to that.
"You never did tell me why you stayed being a healer for so long." Runaan said randomly, and you were taken aback by the question.
"I'm sorry?"
"That convseration we had a few years ago." He specified, and you were surprised he even remembered that conservation; it seemed so pointless too remember. "You said you liked fixing things, and that was why you were still a healer, but I don't think that's the truth."
"You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back in your chair. "I suppose I never lost sight of why I wanted to become a healer in the first place."
"And why is that?"
"Because we spend so much time breaking each other, we don't think about how to fix what we break." You said simply.
In honor of the last chapter of Different Path Taken, have some screenshots of the first time we saw our beloved assassins.
One tiny detail I noticed getting these screenshots that I've never clocked before: when that crossbow bolt thuds into the tree, it's hard to tell what Runaan's looking at because of his angle. Rayla looked at the bolt. Andromeda? Andromeda looks to Rayla.
Hii! I was wondering if u would write for Ethari & Runaan with a male reader who is their child. (Adopted ofc lol)
Reader and Ethari have a healthy relationship but reader and Runaanβs is a bit messy. Due to him being an assassin, he never got close with reader, and because neither side communicates their relationship never got better. But when Rayla stays with them and trains to become an assassin, reader gets jealous because sheβs basically getting all the attention he never got. Eventually, reader gets the attention he craved through kimβdael and runs away. But reader gets some sort of reunion with Runaan and Ethari.
Wow thatβs long. If youβd like to write this, feel free to change things to make it easier for you. Have an amazing day! π€
A/N: Hey! So sorry for the wait, I had a couple ideas for other fanfictions and wanted to write them first before I lost the motivation to write them (which would leave them in my drafts for agesssss). Thank you so much for the ask! I really do love writing for TDP
It was probably the most frequent question Runaan heard from you, and it was every single day, on the same hour of morning. Ethari barely had breakfast on the table, and Runaan had barely made it to the table before the question sprung from your mouth.
"Yes." Was all the Runaan said in response, his voice was level as always, boarding on cold.
You tried to not let it dissuade you from striking up a conversation, one that probably would be very one sided.
"Will Skor be there today? Andromeda? Ram? Callisβ"
He cut you off. "Every Elf who is meant to be in training, will be there, <<Reader>>."
You paused for a few seconds, your fingers tracing the edge of the table, running up and down it once, then twice, then three times. "Do you think I could start training?"
Runaan shot you a pointed stare, eyebrows furrowed and eyes almost narrowed. Unimpressed.
"You won't."
You visibly deflated at his words, said without an ounce on hesitation.
"Butβ"
This time Ethari had cut you off. "<<Reader>>, dear, you know your father doesn't want you training."
You had scoffed, looking over at Ethari as be picked up two plates to bring over to the table, the other two waiting on the side. "Well, why not?"
"You're too young to start training. Assassin work isn't what you think of it to be, you need a precise understanding of life and death, what it means to take a life." You were sure that you had heard this a hundred times before, only the 'being too young' really stuck out this time.
"Too young?" You questioned, looking back at Runaan. "But you're training Rayla."
"That's different." He said simply.
"But it's not." You laughed out bitterly, shaking your head. "Rayla is younger than me!"
"Yes, but Rayla has proven thatβ" Runaan started saying.
You were glad that you were able to cut someone off now, "Now I need to prove my worth?"
"That's isn't what he meant." Ethari tried to interject when he approached the table a second time.
"Yes it is!" You said with a spiteful laugh this time. "Rayla proved her worth to you, so you think she is deserving to learn how to be an assassin, but not me."
You scoffed, sitting up from the table and shaking your head. You started walking out of your home.
"<<Reader>>, you need to eat." Runaan tried to call after you.
"I lost my appetite!" You called back, slamming the door behind you.
You decided that you were just going to sulk outside with Runaan's Moonstrider and Ethari's Moonpaw, you couldn't find it in yourself to go back inside βnot when you could either be lectured by Runaan, or have Ethari try and establish some sort of piece.
You should have been used to this by now, Runaan barely ever talked to you, even when you tired to engage with something you knew he was knowledgeable about. Even if he didn't want you to train to be an assassin, couldn't he, at least, talk to you about what he did? So what you were still 'young', surely you could hear even the smallest details about what he did!
You weren't sure if you could keep hearing about all the ways that Rayla got to hang around your own Dad.
"It's gonna be so cool!" She said with exaggerated punching of the air with a serious expression that made you cringe. "I'm gonna learn all this stuff, I wonder if Runaan is going to let me use his bow. Eh.. probably not, he holds that thing as if it's favourite thing in the world."
It probably was. Or maybe you were just spiteful today.
"It's because Da made it for him." You said, absentmindedly playing with the fur on the Moonpaw which was laying beside where you sat on the grassy floor.
Rayla let out a huff and waved her hand. "I'm definitely not touching it then. Maybe he'll teach me sword fighting first!"
You sighed and rubbed your face with your free hand. "Rayla, I really don't want to hear it right now."
Rayla deflated at that βsimilar to how you did when Runaan said you couldn't train like her.
You looked up from where you were staring, to see a downright distraught expression on her face. She was quick to cover it up with a angry pout.
"Yeah. Fine. Okay." She said with a mutter, turning away. "See you later, then."
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It was nearing dinner when you were on the outskirts of the Silvergrove, you had been told multiple times by Ethari to not go out without him or Runaan βwhich you had countered that Runaan probably was never going to head out with you, Ethari didn't like that little comment.
You figured you were going to be fine, and even if you weren't you thought that Runaan would finally care enough to spare more than five words for you.
You scoffed under your breath. "Yeah, as if. He doesn't even talk to me on a good day, he wouldn't care."
This had been a growing habit of yours; talking to yourself. You don't know when it started, in all honesty.
"Whatever, s'fine... Don't even wanna learn how to be a stupid assassin." You grumbled, shaking your head as you hit a low-hanging branch, watching some of the leaves glide downwards.
Maybe you shouldn't have hit that branch, because you weren't able to hear the rustling just behind you over the snapping back of the branch. You continued to just mutter to yourself, scoffing and shaking your head, talking about how stupid it was to even be an assassin, that it was silly of you to want to ask to train; you didn't even want to!
"Oh, child." Your head swivelled behind you, and you stumbled back when you saw who it was. "It seems so hard to be you."
"Wha- no, uh... It's you!" You said with a high-pitched tone, pointing your finger at the elf.
She tutted at you, taking three long strides towards you to lower your lifted arm. "Don't you know it's rude to point?"
You pulled your arm away from her the second you felt her fingertips on your skin. "You're the one who almost got Rayla drowned."
"Mhm." She hummed, a hand on her waist before she brought her second to her chin. "That was me, yes. Fret not, I don't plan to do anything like that to you."
Your heart was raging in your chest, and you knew that you should have ran away back into the Silvergrove the second you saw her, the second you heard her. You knew who she was, and you knew that she was dangerous.
"What...what do you want then...?" You asked, even though all your legs wanted to do was turn the other way and run to your parents.
She frowned at you and tilted her head to the side, before crouching to your level. "Why, I want to help you get away from that wretched family of yours. I couldn't imagine that dear old dad of yours not wanting to have a simple chat to you, your other dad doing anything to stop it, and that silly child who isn't even their blood getting more attention than you are."
You gulped.
"I want you to come with me, I'm sure I could give you more than they could. I could even teach you how to fight, if you really want to." She offered, a hand outstretched to you.
You took a measly step back, if it could even be counted as a step back.
"Oh, please, I promise I won't hurt you." She said with something that could only be described as a smile βher own eerie one. "If needs be, you can take a day to think about it, hmm?"
You hesitated one, then two seconds. "Oh, uhm.. okay. I can think about it."
"Oh, how good!" She said with a clap on her hands. "I'll meet you here, the same time tomorrow, yes?"
"Yeah..." You said with a timid nod.
She didn't say much more of a goodbye before she was stalking off into the forest.
You were sure that you stood there a little while longer than you needed to. You were almost late to dinner.
You were immiedately met with a very worried Ethari because of it.
"<<Reader>>, where were you!" He said the second he heard the door open, rushing towards you. "You're so late, Rayla and Runaan were looking for you."
Your eyes skeptically looked over to Runaan when your father said he was looking for you.
"I just lost track of time, Da.." You muttered, brushing his hands off of your shoulders.
Runaan didn't pull his eyes away from you as you walked over to the table, taking your place next to Rayla. "You didn't answer your Father. I looked all over the Silvergrove and couldn't find you.
You shrugged your shoulders. "I was in the trees again."
"I looked in the trees, <<Reader>>. Runaan even looked in case I missed you." Rayla chimed in.
You shot her a glare, and her face contorted into something that you couldn't really read, but you knew she wasn't happy with the look that you gave her.
"You weren't outside the Silvergrove, were you?" Ethari asked slowly, his eyes glued to you.
"...No."
"Don't lie to your Father." Runaan said pointedly.
You pulled a face. "Suddenly you can tell when I'm lying?"
"<<Reader>>..." Ethari warned.
"What?" You tutted, quickly tucking into your food, hoping the excuse of your mouth being too full was good enough to dodge questions.
Dinner was awkward that night.
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You found yourself stalking through the night again, ending up in the same place that you had done the night before. Your hands were shaking, and you had to keep fiddling with them to stop the feeling; heart also racing in your chest that almost made you feel sick.
"Kim'dael?" You called into the growing darkness, head craning around to try and see if you could see past the curves of the trees. "Please tell me you weren't just saying stuff to get my hopes up. I don't wanna go back home."
You almost felt bad at the confession, but you didn't want to keep being dismissed and side-lined every time you went home.
"Kim'dael?" You tried again.
"I'm here, child." You heard, causing you to turn your head to see her emerge from the darkness; even though she promised not to hurt you, you couldn't help but feel afraid when you saw the sight.
"You were serious about taking care of me? Teaching me how to fight?" You asked quietly, this time not backing up when she started getting closer to you.
"Of course." She said with a slow nod. "I won't just dismiss you like your fathers, I did promise."
She did and, from what you learnt from your Dads, promises weren't to be broken; you only made them when you knew you could fulfil them. Maybe that's why Runaan never promised to train you, he only ever said maybe when you asked before Rayla became a permeant member of your family.
"We'll go now?" You asked after a swallow, maybe you were having second thoughts as you looked behind you from where you had come from.
"Right now." She held out her hand towards you, just as she did the night prior.
You went out to take it.
She pulled away swiftly, you felt the air before you realised what it was. An arrow.
It hit the tree beside you, and you turned your head to see where it was coming from. Your Dads.
"Get away from our son." Runaan commanded, another arrow pulled back in his bow, ready to fire. "I won't ask again."
Kim'dael laughed out, doubling over almost before she looked over at Runaan. "I didn't hurt him. I only was doing what he wanted."
"<<Reader>>?" Ethari questioned, his concerned expression falling to you.
"He doesn't want to stay with you!" She laughed out. "He wants to come with me, leave you two behind because he thinks you don't love him!"
Both of their gazes fell to you, they looked so upset with you, it made your heart ache.
"Dad... Da... I..." You couldn't find the words.
They didn't have the time to find the words to reassure you, Runaan's eyes shot towards Kim'dael with his expression quickly hardening. She was running towards the two of them, weapons that you didn't even realise she had drawn
"<<Reader>>, get back!" Ethari yelled.
You didn't wait to be told a second time.
You stumbled away, tripping over your own feet until you actually did, cowering behind a tree while chaos erupted behind you. You covered your ears, pulling your knees to your chest as you hid your face in them. You felt your eyes ache with unshed tears, and you wanted so desperately to blink them away.
You were so stupid thinking that going to Kim'dael was a good idea! What the hell were you thinking? You you your dads trapped in a fight that they had already been in a few weeks before this! If Runaan didn't hate you before, he certainly did now! And Ethari, damn, he probably didn't love you now!
You weren't sure how much time passed until you felt a hand on your knee. You flinched back, flailing your hands towards whoever it was. "No! No! I changed my mind! I don't want to go!"
"<<Reader>>, <<Reader>>, it's us!" You heard Runaan call over your shouts.
You stopped flailing and your eyes landed on your father. Your eyes were quick to well up again with tears, and you threw yourself towards him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking!" You sobbed, his arms were quick to wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
"No, no," Runaan said quickly. "I'm sorry, I should never have made you feel like that. <<Reader>>, I love you."
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*bonus scene*
Rayla plopped down beside you after you had a very long chat with Runaan and Ethari. She cleared her throat, leaning back on her two hands that were braced behind her.
"If I had one silver piece for every time someone in this house had to deal with Kim'dael, I would have two silver pieces." She declared. "Kind of strange it's happened twice now, huh?"
Mars is a moonshadow elf whoβs married to Runaan and Ethari. Mars is a baker! Basically Runaan and Ethari were dating first. But Ethari ended up liking Mars and since heβs so big on communication ofc he told Runaan. And he found out that Runaan also likes Mars. So of course they tell him then they find out Mars actually likes them both! So dating blah blah then marriage. Mars is super sweet and shy. Heβs super close to Rayla and the other assassins, just a sweetheart.
Also! Omg so I have adhd and autism. TDP is definitely my special interest cuz that bitch has been here for like 6 years. But Iβll get fixated on different things. And in order not to lose my mind, I gotta connect them. THIS IS WHERE MARS COMES INNN! I connect him to these shows then to the dragon prince. For example, if Iβm fixated on death note then BOOM! Mars used to be misa but after light dies he moves to the silver grove and still has the death note (ofc all characters from other fandoms are seen as elves.) youβll be surprised on who I connect mars tooβ¦. Like Iβve done crossovers in my mind with no, im not a human, girl from nowhere and whatever else I fixate on. The craziest crossover Iβve done in my mind was tdp x Hamiltonβ¦ donβt even askβ¦
Anyway sorry for my rant! Itβs crazy how I have to do crossovers to keep my sanity intact with adhd n autism
Ugh Iβm so pissed, I went to the doctors and got my weight taken and the nurse was upset because she said I lost 13kg in 5 months and that I was severely underweight. Which makes me mad because 90lbs isnβt that bad, l donβt look sick. And my grandma hugged me and told me she could feel my ribs and now sheβs making me eat LIKE LEAVE ME ALONE. AND my doctor says my heart is beating weird and she wants to do my bloodwork. They better not put me in the psych ward again.
