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doyouknowthisjewishcharacter · 2 months

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Do you know this Jewish character?

#jewish characters #jumblr #Noam Álvaro #the fever king #other in media confirmation

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crxxentum · 2 years

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Sometimes I think about how I peaked™ writing a 1414 word oneshot for a dead fandom and then I keel over. Is this my legacy???

#>writing #>r(b)ambles #feverwake #the fever king #Dara Shirazi #Noam Álvaro #Calix Lehrer #writing #ao3 fanfic #my fic #Read 'a bush of purple hyacinths' by me on ao3 #Don't test me #READ FEVERWAKE PLEASE #PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #My like...Three followers...

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bi4bihankking · 3 months

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The Murderbot Diaries Summary:

In a corporate-dominated space-faring future, planetary missions must be approved and supplied by the Company. For their own safety, exploratory teams are accompanied by Company-supplied security androids. But in a society where contracts are awarded to the lowest bidder, safety isn’t a primary concern. On a distant planet, a team of scientists is conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied ‘droid--a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module and refers to itself (though never out loud) as “Murderbot.” Scornful of humans, Murderbot wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is, but when a neighboring mission goes dark, it's up to the scientists and Murderbot to get to the truth.

The Fever King Summary:

In the former United States, sixteen-year-old Noam Álvaro wakes up in a hospital bed, the sole survivor of the viral magic that killed his family and made him a technopath. His ability to control technology attracts the attention of the minister of defense and thrusts him into the magical elite of the nation of Carolinia. The son of undocumented immigrants, Noam has spent his life fighting for the rights of refugees fleeing magical outbreaks―refugees Carolinia routinely deports with vicious efficiency. Sensing a way to make change, Noam accepts the minister’s offer to teach him the science behind his magic, secretly planning to use it against the government. But then he meets the minister’s son―cruel, dangerous, and achingly beautiful―and the way forward becomes less clear. Caught between his purpose and his heart, Noam must decide who he can trust and how far he’s willing to go in pursuit of the greater good.

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot #martha wells #the fever king #victoria lee #lgbt books #lgbt literature #queer books #queer literature #lgbtqia #poll

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marsmachtmobil42 · 5 months

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Title: The Fever King (Feverwake #1)

Author: Victoria Lee

Page length: 375

Synopsis: In the former United States, sixteen-year-old Noam Álvaro wakes up in a hospital bed, the sole survivor of the viral magic that killed his family and made him a technopath. His ability to control technology attracts the attention of the minister of defense and thrusts him into the magical elite of the nation of Carolinia. The son of undocumented immigrants, Noam has spent his life fighting for the rights of refugees fleeing magical outbreaks—refugees Carolinia routinely deports with vicious efficiency. Sensing a way to make change, Noam accepts the minister’s offer to teach him the science behind his magic, secretly planning to use it against the government. But then he meets the minister’s son—cruel, dangerous, and achingly beautiful—and the way forward becomes less clear. Caught between his purpose and his heart, Noam must decide who he can trust and how far he’s willing to go in pursuit of the greater good.

#fantasy #lgbtq #bisexual #young adult #dystopia #science fiction #victoria lee #the fever king #feverwake #book recommendations #book aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #bookblr #booklr

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hqlmesbqry · 1 year

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I'll be having a good day until I remember that Noam Álvaro and Dara Shirazi were only 17 and 19 when they had to commit war crimes for their shitty abusive mentor.

#the fever king #the electric heir #fuck lehrer (again)

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sp0okyghosty · 1 year

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Noam "it feels like my fault, even if it wasn't" Álvaro and Dara "you were a kid, it was never your fault" Shirazi

#all i want is for them to be happy #they deserve it #this is indirectly quoting teh #the electric heir #the fever king

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apollo-cackling · 2 years

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"How am I supposed to get food, Álvaro?" Something brightened in Noam's expression. "Oh, you eat now? [...]"

I love them

#feverwake #my rambles

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stereopticons · 2 years

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Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order. Then send this to 10 people. 🎥🎬📺

Thanks for the tag, @roseapothescary even though you know this made me forget every piece of media I’ve ever consumed! ILY!

David Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family)

Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

Guildenstern (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead)

TK Strand (911:Lone Star)

Rory Deveaux (Shades of London)

Nick Nelson (Heartstopper)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Noam Álvaro (Feverwake)

Tagging @rosedavid @alienajackson @jettestar @plainest @apothecarose @treluna4 @hippolotamus

#this was way too fucking hard

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webtoons-to-add-to-your-tbr · 3 months

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Title: The Fever King

Author: Victoria Lee, SaraDeek

Canvas or Original: Original

Publication year: 2019

Genre: superhero

Blurb: The sole survivor of a magical plague, Noam Álvaro is accepted into an academy where he will be expected to defend Carolinia, the nation that persecuted his family. Noam decides to use everything he learns to destroy Carolinia...that is, until he becomes distracted by a mysterious and powerful classmate who warns him that nothing is as it seems.

#webtoon #the fever king #victoria lee #saradeek #original #2019 #superhero

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flaviathebibliophile · 1 year

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The Electric Heir by Victoria Lee (Review)

Title: The Electric Heir Author: Victoria Lee Type: Fiction Genre: Young Adult, Science Fiction, LGBTQ+ Publisher: Skyscape Published: March 17, 2020 A complimentary physical copy of this book was kindly provided by Thomas Allen & Son in exchange for an honest review. In the sequel to The Fever King, Noam Álvaro seeks to end tyranny before he becomes a tyrant himself. Six months after Noam Álvaro…

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fand0mfever · 2 years

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You can't tell me that Ames isn't bi.

#the fever king #feverwake duology #dara shirazi #feverwake #noam álvaro #noam x dara #carter ames

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etoiles-dara · 3 years

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hi in honor of pride month i made picrews for the gang <3 so in order of appearance we have dara, noam, ames, bethany, taye and leo !

credits for the picrew goes to makówka, here’s the link if you want to do yours : https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/1ATjYgP9eVbd7xP9

i wish you all a happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

#noam álvaro #dara shirazi #carter ames #bethany glennis #taye washington #leo zhang #the fever king #feverwake #pride

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crxxentum · 2 years

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Everyone shut up - I'm posting Feverwake content. I've been rereading The Eletric Heir and decided to post this piece on tumblr

Cw: Spoilers, mentions of abuse, self blame (and so on)

The air is stagnant.

Yet it doesn’t smell of dust, and the sour scent of litter that would pile up and spill out of trash cans.

It’s stagnant with the tart sting of silence. A hot summer's day, the air is heavy with heat and sweat. The fan swings in sluggish motions - like it’s limping through the air leaden with tension and heat. Noam can’t get comfortable in the chair, his thighs stick to the leather. It makes him feel itchy and his clothes feel slick. The air in this new house - this new beginning - is so different to Noam’s childhood. Summer in his childhood home was populated with elated screams of children, and a shirt so congealed with sweat it was see through. The heat there made everything sticky; like he had eaten an orange and couldn’t get the juices off his hands. There was an ice block he used to eat on those days, cheap and dense with artificial flavouring that made it almost sickly. He could make his own ice blocks now. Dara had consigned himself to letting Noam buy the plastic ice block mould at the start of summer. Noam would buy vats of juice and fill them up, sit outside and chew on them like the heathen he is.

The air is stagnant.

Yet it doesn’t smell of dust, and the sour scent of litter that would pile up and spill out of trash cans.

It’s stagnant with the tart sting of silence. A hot summer's day, the air is heavy with heat and sweat. The fan swings in sluggish motions - like it’s limping through the air leaden with tension and heat. Noam can’t get comfortable in the chair, his thighs stick to the leather. It makes him feel itchy and his clothes feel slick. The air in this new house - this new beginning - is so different to Noam’s childhood. Summer in his childhood home was populated with elated screams of children, and a shirt so congealed with sweat it was see through. The heat there made everything sticky; like he had eaten an orange and couldn’t get the juices off his hands. There was an ice block he used to eat on those days, cheap and dense with artificial flavouring that made it almost sickly. He could make his own ice blocks now. Dara had consigned himself to letting Noam buy the plastic ice block mould at the start of summer. Noam would buy vats of juice and fill them up, sit outside and chew on them like the heathen he is.

Noam once blended some bananas and cocoa powder up, and poured it into the moulds. He said he’d never go back to normal juice ice blocks. But some things require energy. Noam is so, so tired.

After Noam had stopped running - once Dara held his hand and they lay in the grass together. Dara pointing out the constellations with his hand intertwined with theirs, and they both fell asleep in the long grass. Safe. Once Noam had stopped running, he didn’t want to move again. It was utterly exhausting now, trying to get up and move. Dara was so busy now, always out of the house. Working day in and day out. Noam wanted them to be home more, to have someone to wrap his arms around. A childlike need, for someone that feels so old. Noam wants to have Dara fit into his arms, resting their head on his shoulder. Noam wants time to stop, the world to stop spinning for a while. Wouldn’t it be nice? If the world were to slow down, allow Noams weary head to catch up to just how fast the pace is.

Noam would want Dara to come home more. But things haven’t been quite right lately. Dinner is a campaign of hostilities between the two of them. One cannot comment something without it escalating into a diatribe on the other. They rub against each other like sandpaper on sandpaper, like nails on a chalkboard, like metal on china. Rubbing shoulders isn’t cat-like affection anymore. It’s incitement to an argument, a stepping over of boundaries. The air is thick with the heat of summer and the tension that Noam can feel in his shoulders and see in Dara’s. It’s a struggle between the two of them. There's so much they leave unsaid, out of fear or something else. Noam’s a coward and it feels so utterly stupid that he could think everything would be alright after this.

Solving things is somehow so much more difficult than just letting it fester like an open wound. Every word of vitriol that Dara spits, it bites and tears. Latching its teeth into Noam and tugging. Begging for a reaction, or an explosion. To give a reason and explanation for why Dara feels the way he feels. To rationalise something irrational. What fools they are.

Rumination isn’t quite a habit, but rumination on one thing for weeks on end might be. Noam drags himself off the leather chair. The feeling of sweat against leather is nauseating and Noam wants out. The room is impossibly large for someone who wants to lay on the floor and never get up. Dragging his bare feet across the floor, pulling his sweat sodden shirt off his chest where it stuck. Noam shoulders the door open, standing in the pitiful excuse of a breeze. It rustles a few leaves but does nothing to dislodge the thick sluggishness of the air. Dara is knelt by the garden, hat covering his curls. How Dara can stand having gardening gloves on in this heat is beyond him. Noam’s feet remain planted in front of the door, eyes following Dara as he pulls weeds out of the soil. Gripping the plants down low and yanking at them.

Noam sniffs, turning around and striding back into the house. Picking a glass out of the cupboard and holding it until the sink. Watching the water pool in the glass and slosh around the sides. He leaves it on the bench, opening the freezer and cracking the ice cube mould backwards and forth. Prying out four ice cubes with his thumb and forefinger and dropping them in the water. He brings it out the house, walking until he’s standing over Dara with the cool water in hand.

“What?” Dara asks, turning to look up at him. Squinting his eyes against the sun.

“I got you some water,” Noam offered, holding the water out to Dara like a peace offering.

For one moment, it seems like everything is okay. Like Noam and Dara can have one day without lashing at each other's throats like wild animals. Noam feels like a shaken up bottle of soda, standing there in the sun and waiting for Dara to take the glass out of his hand.

“Thanks love,” Dara acknowledges, giving Noam amnesty from their heat fueled irritation. Noam smiles, nodding his head to them and giving a mild ‘you’re welcome’. He doesn’t push his luck, turning around to leave Dara to his gardening. Noam feels victory against the battle that is trying to not provoke Dara. Everything he does seems to, lately. The midday sun is brutal, beating down on Noam as if to tell him to begone. Leave outside for Dara - you’ve already taken so much. You took his father from him, you made your bed now lie in it. Lay in the bed of lies alongside a man with eyes of something not quite evil but not quite goodness. Noam’s words are tar that drip out of his mouth, they sit heavy on his tongue. Noam is far too aware of the stains Lehrer left on him - and Dara - how he lingers in their lives despite being gone. Maybe Noam and Lehrer really are all too similar, maybe that is why Dara can scarcely look at him. If Noam was better, if Noam wasn’t so useless, he could have helped Dara. Could have helped Lehrer too.

Foolish wishes for a foolish boy. Noam is painfully aware of how foolish these thoughts are. But the mind doesn’t care for logic, it is animalistic. Soothed by raw words and so so into licking the lacerations they gave themself. Dara is an animal now. Licking his wounds and lashing out at those who come near. Of course he would rebel against Noam’s image. When Noam is the weapon used to deal so many of those wounds. What can one do, in this situation? But wait - anxiously, painfully, most of all - impatiently. A watched pot never boils they say.

Staring at Dara’s sunwashed form, Noam could feel at home. The air is sluggish and oh so dense. If Dara could forgive Noam, maybe he could forgive himself. Forgiveness is such a fickle thing, like the weather. There’s a rain cloud on the horizon, heavy and bloated with droplets of rain. Waiting to burst and thunder onto the ground. Noam will have to call Dara into the house before then. Hopefully Dara won’t take it as his attempt at asserting control, and definitely stay outside only to get the flu.

Noam opens the door gently, looking back at Dara. Grasp, hold, pull, throw. Dara’s just repeating the movements over again. He pads through the doorway, picking up his book from the table and settling into the velvet chair opposite the black leather chair. Leaning into the plush back and grimacing at the feeling of his wet shirt pressing into his back. He flips his book open, smoothing the crease of the dog eared page.

Noam has already gotten something that so many don’t get. Lehrer can’t hurt Dara anymore, so Noam will grin and bear the pain of knowing Dara hasn’t forgiven him for his sins.

#the fever king #the electric heir #Noam Álvaro #Calix Lehrer #Dara Shirazi #The feverwake series #feverwake #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #>etc #writeblr #creative writing #character study

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ihuntthemoon · 3 years

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I KNOW Noam has these weird phases where he’s very interested in a specific thing for a while and then talks Dara’s ear of during dinner abt the development of cgi water or something

#tfk #the fever king #noam álvaro #dara shirazi #the electric heir #like I KNOW this #my post

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minecraft-frog · 3 years

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Feverwake characters as shitty amazon pride shirts

(fuck corporate pride :) )

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