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One day after the other...in the right order. I always wondered what it would be like. And do you know what it was like? Amazing. And you know why it was amazing? You. A whole year of you. Wow.
when i was sixteen and insane for my shakespeare class final i had to do the “alas poor yorick” monologue at a competition and while i was doing it i had this insane thought of like. i’ve never been and never will be closer to experiencing hamlet’s mental state than i am right now. like of course all that stuff didn’t happen to me but when you’re 16-19 you kind of feel like all that stuff is happening, all the time, constantly
Swiftcurrent Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana.
I hope mavity gets so engrained that you get the kids of today getting confused in physics lessons when they hit secondary school
Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.
Ok so for a moment I was disappointed because I didn’t think Corvus initiated the hug when that was something I was counting on in the first episode. But actually.
He does.
Sure, he might not be the one to pull Soren into his arms first.
But.
When Corvus runs up to Soren, he’s got his arms out. He is ready.
Soren immediately follows in kind, arms opening and ready for the hug.
But Corvus is so overjoyed (his little laugh as he’s running up kills me) just by the fact that Soren is alive, he pauses. Maybe he’s taking Soren in, reassuring himself he’s okay. Evaluating him for injury, hesitant to touch him in case he’s hurt.
Yet Corvus’s arms remain extended in a pre-hug position.
“When I heard about the attack - ”
As soon as Corvus says the word “attack,” Soren goes for it. He moves forward. He meets Corvus halfway and reaches out to pull Corvus in and complete the hug. Soren needs his rock at the reminder of the attack. He needs the thing that keeps him grounded to reality: Corvus.
“ - I was afraid you were dead!”
On the word “dead,” they come together.
Soren is Corvus’s reason for staying in Katolis, he is Corvus’s home. And Corvus needs the physical reminder that Soren is here, he is alive, even if everything else is falling apart around them.
Their eyes are shut. Just soaking each other in.
Then Soren starts talking and patting Corvus on the back, which might be one of my favorite details.
As we all have noticed, our boy Soren definitely has ADHD. He is never still.
So him patting Corvus but not letting go?
He’s starting to get antsy, but he’s not ready for the hug to end.
Honestly, the only reason I think the hug ended when it did is because Soren has his “realization” about how he wouldn’t be able to tell Corvus he was dead if he was dead that encourages him to have a big, Soren sized reaction.
So basically, not only does Corvus technically initiate the hug: he’s not even the one to end it. In fact, his hands never even leave Soren.
His hands go from hug position (see above) to hand on upper back (see lower left) to hand on lower back (see lower right).
All this to say: Corvus has fallen so hard for Soren.
And to whoever animated this: I owe you my life🫡
Soren tries to fall off of the Storm Spire. Which is where Viren died the first time.
Something about how Viren met his doom there because he was so focused on gaining power. He was perpetuating the cycle of violence. He was using people as his pawns, manipulating them, and being manipulated and used as a pawn in return.
On the opposite side of that, Soren broke free. He broke free from his father’s manipulation. He broke from the cycle of violence and abuse. He helps others and lets them help him.
(The rest is under the cut because this got out of hand)
Rayla literally shoves Viren off of the mountain. But she gets rescued because she broke from the cycle.
Viren falls. There’s nobody there to catch him.
Soren is chasing after Claudia. Somebody he has always chased after, when given the opportunity. “How easily he’d chosen to chase the dark instead when he’d found his sister still lurking there” and all that. He admits that in the moment on the Storm Spire in season 7 he’s not sure if he’s chasing her in an attempt to harm her or what.
But regardless, Soren is not alone. He has people who care about him. He has Corvus. Somebody he’s not afraid to rely on, lean on, ask for help. He doesn’t have to use people to help him, like Viren did.
Corvus and Soren at the beginning of S7E2:
“If you were in trouble, why wouldn’t you just yell, ‘help me!’”
“That could be anyone asking for help. The whole point is that if you hear ‘rickety snickers,’ you’ll know it’s me. And it’s serious.”
And what does Soren shout later on in that episode? “Rickety snickers.”
And who is the first person to show up to help?
Corvus.
Something about how Soren could so easily have ended up like Viren. Alone, falling off the side of a mountain. But instead, Soren changed over those past years. He grew into a better person. He trusts those around him. He believes someone will have his back, even without turning around to check.
“I got you.” “I know.” Actually sums up Soren’s character growth quite well.
This close 🤏 to walking into a mysterious fog and never coming back
I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”
this was actually for me personally trust they told me in a dream
Thinking about whenever Corvus found out about the family photo Soren keeps.
Regardless if it was on accident or on purpose, I can imagine Soren being understandably emotional if something made him pull it out.
And Corvus, trying to make Soren smile, bumps him with his shoulder and says “Hey. You were a cute kid.”
And Soren sniffles and is like “Excuse you, I am still cute.”
And Corvus just goes “Yeah. Yeah, you are.”
Soren didn't give up on Claudia. But he saw she wasn't going to change and he decided to stop pouring water into a bucket with a big hole in the bottom. He doesn't need to chase after her and Viren's love anymore because well he has love....."I've got you." - "I know."
"Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing" - its time to go
~ Leola's last wish ~
Terry has entered the shipping ring for me and thinking about him and Soren has me cracking up like
Terry: I'm sorry I tied you up with plants once Soren: could you do it again
roy harper, thay could never make me hate you <33
Just finished the "Dreamer's Nightmare" graphic novel in preparation for season 7 and oooohhhh....I'm looking forward to this thematic reversal with our fav royal bros!!
Cuz King Ezran is definitely not gonna be "feeling like himself".
(Also, how many times now has Callum been frightened to tears over Ezran's mortality?? He's kind of a magnet for these things lol)
if i told you what rhis sounded ljke i dont think youd believe me so just listen
LESS movies about the lgbtq experience MORE movies about people who just happen to be lgbtq. is it really that hard to understand
so naturally i was up at 1am the other night watching tdp related youtube videos and i figured i'd watch the 2020 comic con panel since it'd been a while and oh my god some of this shit
(also just me talking about how much i love this cast)
"IT IS I, DARK_MAGE_DAD420" i cannot believe that is real
aaravos: "if i want to do a screen call, i must perform a cosmic blood ritual. with a mortar and pestle. AND FLOATING KNIVES" you are fucking kidding me (edit: i realize that pertains to what he did in s2 but still like "cosmic" "ritual" "knives"? cmon)
jason simpson playing the ukulele. that's all.
jack: *talking about how he had a baby in quarantine* eric: i've been doing a lot of gardening... uh i haven't had a baby, but you never know! i mean if it's possible through social distancing aaron: if anybody can make that happen through social distancing it's aaravos you are F U C K I N G KIDDING ME
racquel: some fun things i did- i uhh died my own hair and burned my scalp and i would like to inform you all it's finally healed and we're good to go, i'm ready to do it again! i'm obsessed with the fact that racquel is quite literally claudia irl
the ttm read is awesome. jack came with the Rayla Voice fucking PREPARED oh my god
i don't think i've ever actually talked about the dnd sketch but it is one of my favorite things in the entire world
rayllum in this sketch is amazing particularly callum he is SO down bad like "my character is a mysterious elf assassin with two beautiful blades to match my two beautiful eyes~~ ✨" like hello that's canon idc if it's a sketch that is canon
"my character cannot help but look at her. he locks eyes with rayla's mage" "....there will be time for roleplaying later" HELLO THATS GOLD
viren in this skit is genuinely one of the funniest things i've ever seen. i cannot emphasize enough this is comedy
necromancer ezran. i think about him daily.
s: "i start swinging my sword at, uhh, idk, rayla's mage" r: "WAIT WHAT" c: "uh wait wait i take it back MY SWORDS GLEAM INTO THE LIGHT AS I LEAP TO THE DEFENCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL MAGE!" s: "hey no takebacks!" sibling ass fight i love them
"LIKE WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY DO?"
i rolled a 1 😐
i loot their corpses for blood >:D
"do elves have four toes?" "i always assumed that they would have 6 so they could learn how to count to 20" paula my love
someone get sasha some hamantaschen
i don't need arc 3 actually i just need the beta script including as many guns n roses references as possible
racquel: ok call me crazy, call me crazy... jesse: you're crazy, racquel racquel: THANK YOU FINALLY they are literally just them
"I WILL NOT BE POSTING A SINGLE THING ABOUT ICE, FOR I AM JULIA" (okay but.... venous frigoris anyone?)
paula: ugh, no one likes soren jesse: well no one likes rayla racquel: you two should fight 😈
long hard sigh
bonus: jason: literally no one likes viren so let's move on
"how old is bait?" "sasha, how old do you think bait is?" "3."
"is-is a glow toad kinda like a toad?" "................kind of"
i fucking love sasha have i ever mentioned that i fucking love sasha
"i think that he's 56." "either 3 or 56 only, apparently"
the saga announcement is great i love how everyone's is so excited they don't even know all of their characters are about to be destroyed physically and emotionally
the way aaron says it so fucking funny "is there gonna be a season 4?" "uh so i think it's really important to emphasize: yes-"
"i too want to cry" "just cry, just-" "IT'S A PANDEMIC. NO TEARS. THERE'S NO CRYING IN A PANDEMIC." "...where is this rule coming from?"
and finally there were a handful of moments that i could not do justice by transcribing in a post so here is a masterfully edited compilation i made
Not gonna lie, if I was Orpheus, I just wouldn't have turned arou–
Did you hear that?
Eurydice?
Eurydice, are you still there?
Sorry, I trust you're there. That noise just startled me for a second there.
...
You are there, right? Sorry. Of course you are.
This is a long tunnel. My feet hurt... Do you think we can stop for a while? I won't turn around.
I promise.
...
I'll take that as a yes.
Do you know how much longer it'll take?
I... I don't know why I keep asking you questions. I know I won't get an answer. But you can give me all your answers as soon as we're home.
I'm so tired. Let's rest. Just for an hour or so.
I love you.
I won't turn around.
...
Do you trust that I won't?
Sorry, I just realized how often I keep saying that I won't. Do I really think you don't trust me? Do I not trust myself?
How long have we been walking? It feels like days.
I just... I hope it's over soon. I keep feeling like I see the light at the end of the tunnel but it's just my imagination.
But I won't turn around... I prom-
What's that noise?
Is that you?
Are you even there?
Sorry. Again. And sorry I keep saying sorry. Am I going insane? I know you're there. Right behind me. Just one step behind.
Has it been weeks?
I think my hair's longer than it should be.
Months?
Will we ever make it out?
I trust you're there. I trust you're right behind me. I can't hear you. I can't look at you...
I won't turn around. I promise.
...
I love you.
Eurydice?
I...
I won't turn around.
I won't.
I.
...
I don't think there's an end to this.
Should we keep walking?
Should I just...
I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm even suggesting that.
I won't turn around.
Because I love you. And I trust you're there...
I love you.
I can't see you. Or feel you. Or hear you.
How can I love you...
You're hardly there. I know it doesn't feel that way to you.
But I just... I won't turn around.
... I promise?
Has it been years?
When will this be over.
Do I even love you if I can't even bring myself to look at you?
Let me see you! I can't do this. Let me hear your voice, Eurydice!
Eurydice?
I can't... I won't...
Turn around...
Turn around?
How could I be so stupid?
But this won't be over until I do.
I truly believe that.
I love you.
Even if I never see you again...
Please understand, Eurydice. I'm breaking this promise out of love.
Please understand.
I'm sorry.
I'm turning around.
You're beautiful.
Minor fable
In which Soren feels like he's breaking @sorinethemastermind This is payback for putting the whump into fluffcember Listen to Minor Fable by Luis Berra for extra immersion
Soren was tired. That was the one thing he had been sure of for a long time.
Nothing else had been solid enough recently, more like a raging river. But now it was still, and he still wasn’t sure what was what.
A lot of Katolis was still staying at the camp outside the Banther Lodge, and Callum and Ez were leaving tomorrow, but for now, they were all staying in New Lux Aurea.
Soren had a tent to himself, which seemed like the manor of tents. It was quite large, and tall enough for him to be able to stand up straight in without his head hitting the top. There was a cot, elevated off the ground, a small desk with a chair, and a tall mirror on the desk, leaning against the canvas of the wall.
I should probably check on my cuts. He thought. He could feel the dried blood crusting around the cut near his jaw and the one on the side of his nose. Either was likely to scar, but he wasn’t completely sure.
He walked up to the mirror, looking at his reflection. A bit of blood was clinging to his hair, which was easy enough to pick out. There was another small cut severing his eyebrow, which was less of a new cut and more of the split of an old one, from the fall of Katolis.
That one was definately going to scar.
Stupid rock.
His mind wandered, which was dangerous nowadays. He had a habit of wandering back to moments he shouldn’t be lingering on, and this time was no different.
“Take my heart.” He had said to Viren.
“Soren, I- You know I can’t do that.” Viren’s eyes were… afraid.
Soren didn’t remember ever seeing him afraid until then.
“You have to do it. You’ve been fine with doing it my whole life, just do it!” His grip tightened on the relic staff. “Why can’t you do it when it matters?!”
Soren glanced back into the mirror, but didn’t see himself.
Instead, he saw Viren’s reflection staring back at him, in the same clothes he was wearing when he casted the Hearts of Cinder spell. His eyes were dark voids, with streams of red pouring down his face from them.
“Soren,” His voice was warped beyond recognition, barely recognizable. “You are me. You will always have my blood flowing through your veins, and nothing you can do can or will ever change that.” His face turned into a sneer. “I should’ve taken your heart when I had the cha-”
Soren’s fist collided with the mirror, splitting it into dozens and dozens of pieces. A sharp pain split through his hand as he staggered back. His blue eyes looked back at him in the broken pieces of mirror, split over and over and over again.
His hand throbbed profusely, and looking down at it, he watched rivers of blood spill from his knuckles. Small shards of glass stuck out from the tender skin, coated in the dark red.
He didn’t even notice that he was crying until he felt his tears land on his hand, causing the cuts to sting.
Soren sat on the cot, curling inward whilst still holding his left hand out, so as to not jostle the glass wedged into it. Hot tears streamed down his face, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or from what he saw.
It might have been from both.
“Soren?” He heard a muffled voice from outside the tent.
Corvus.
“Yeah- uh, yeah come in.” He quickly wiped the tears off his face with the palm of his right hand. The last rays of daylight streamed into the tent as Corvus stepped in through the tent flap, and Soren could see his eyes darting around, taking in each bit of information that stuck out to him.
He also noticed his eyes go from the shattered mirror to his hand, still bleeding and dripping blood onto the ground.
Instead of asking the expected questions like What happened? and “Are you okay?”, he asked something else.
“Do you want help?”
Soren looked back at him, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows before silently nodding. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment.
Corvus sat down silently beside him, removing his bag from his shoulder and opening it. Soren’s gaze followed him, watching him pull out a roll of gauze and tweezers before gently taking his hand.
He turned his head away before Corvus started pulling the glass out, biting his inner cheek hard enough that it bled, filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood. He hadn’t said anything then, either.
Soren had counted about four pieces of glass before the pulling stopped. He had thought there was a lot more than that.
It had felt like it before the pulling, too.
He felt Corvus start to wrap his knuckles with the gauze after. Every touch was gentle, like a stream of water being poured over a blazing fire, calming the nerves in his hand.
Corvus always seemed to have that effect on him, somehow. Soren could never figure out how or why, though.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Corvus asked him, breaking the silence after he had tied off the gauze, wrapping around his wrist.
Soren shook his head, before leaning his head against Corvus’ shoulder. He didn’t even want to think about it, but the image of Viren looking back at him in the mirror, with a soulless void filling his eyes, was ingrained into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a moment, he saw it.
I should’ve taken your heart when I had the chance.
“Can you stay here tonight?” His voice was raw. He hated how the words made him sound like a child. But part of him knew he might not make it through the night if he was left alone.
Corvus nodded, and Soren felt him wrap an arm around his shoulders.
He felt like heated glass most of his life; bending and molding with everything that hit him.
But the glass had cooled now.
And he felt, if something else came swinging…
He’d shatter into a million pieces.
details in the ekko page of the official art book is making me incredibly ill as it is confirmed that the words and doodles all over the book are in fact, jinx’s thoughts and feelings
best boy. a crown over his head. the aggressive scribbling over their held hands. hearts drawn all around him. discreetly writing her own name on his arm. making his hair partially blue to match hers. and do not even get me started on the “would you dance with me?” GOOD FUCKING BYE
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Anna van Gogh. December 1889. The Illustrated Provence Letters of van Gogh selected and edited by Martin Bailey
guess i'll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol
America moment
Fuck, man. It's past my bedtime I do not have the time or energy to unpack any of that.
I can't iterate precisely how yet, but this did change something in me. There's a sort of... hopeful determination that definitely wasn't there 4 hours ago.
"The best and most important thing is doing the little things consistently, deliberately, and with love" is something I really, really needed to hear right now.