#and the loom of fate

[aardvaark]

the librarians "and the loom of fate" (season 1 finale) watch through:

so last ep we heard the world was gonna end, that’s never ideal.

oh. uh. baird that’s not good. assuming that’s your blood

ahhhh it all comes together. the macguffins from each episode are all needed to make one bigger, stronger macguffin. the macguffin to end all macguffins.

flynn calling the library "his home" <3

noooo lamia :( why not just kill one of the librarians or baird? i mean im not advocating for their deaths lol but thats a little mean! i guess its the same difference, none of it matters to him if he wants camelot back.

hahahah i love flynn taking a while to commit to telling people to let baird go lol.

[baird gets kissed by jacob] "NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." LMAOOOOO

okay i’m guessing the loom tried to repair itself but repaired differently to the original timeline? or the original timeline is all chopped up so they’ve been sent to a different timeline?

damn i just feel really bad for alternatetimeline!jacob :(

[with alternate!ezekiel] "you were like a mother to me" "wait what?? no! that’s mathematically im…probable" pshhh

why does baird die in all these timelines? that seems like a bad sign

we actually get to see a dragon! finale higher budget lol

no baird, jenkins can’t be jenkins in this timeline if he’s back in camelot! so the annex has no one…

hehe already got the lancelot & galahad thing through the last couple eps. but certainly not just from "dulaque" -> "du lac" -> of the lake - flynn gets that immediately, which is a lot more impressive.

HMM jenkins the santa thing… "coincidence" sure sure sure.

"going to fight an evil cult is your idea of a date" yes and that’s adorable <3 i have a soft spot for tv couples where their idea of a date is wildly different to 99% of the world (parker & hardison’s heist-as-date. booth & brennan’s flirting over human remains, etc)

yay!!! good season and very impressive end to season!!

[my-beloved-lakes]

The way Jake hugs Eve's head and rests his chin on her head when she dies in "And The Loom of Fate" 😭😭😭💔

[queenofglassbeliever]

Does anyone remember how long the Librarians were working separately? After "And the Loom of Fate" and before "And the Drowned Book?" I remember they split after the Peru job and I could have sworn someone mentioned how long it's been. But I'm having trouble finding it, so now I think I might be misremembering.

[samnotsammy12]

AU Jake kisses Eve and her immediate response is “NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE” i love her

Eve’s like “I will fall in love with one (1) dorky Librarian and his name is Flynn Carsen thank you very much none of this Jake/Eve bullshit”

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[kdsantell21]

Well, here it is y'all. The season 1 finale of "The Librarians: And the Knight Guardian"!

It's a twisty one y'all, and is gonna change everything.

[animepopheart]

★ 【织布机loom】 「 マーアルまとめ② 」 ☆ ⊳ merlin and arturia (fate/grand order) ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[girl-drink-drunk]

rewatching the librarians and i think lamia should've gotten a redemption arc and joined the group as another guardian

[aro-tistic-art]

Round Two: It's Not Often We Get A Chance To Talk Like This Anymore.

[anilyan]

Venti theory before i go to sleep

Edited 30/7/2024: I wrote a proper theory post here

Not so crack theory: Venti is Phanes and is the androgynous being born of the alchemical marriage between the Primordial One and Istaroth, before she was betrayed by the Sinners

(I should really go to sleep)

Also yes, I also think Istaroth has the ability to create alt looms of fate through those seeds she gives away, those basically grow into trees that are databases not controlled by Celestia

And I am using this lore in my old mondstadt fic, Nameless (actually soon to turn into trilogy, since vol 2 is about venti rewinding time and vol 3 is present time story and I took so long to plan all the lore with all the canon crumbs and theories we had...)

Here is extra stuff I claimed in my fic and repeat in the notes of chapter 14, that basically got confirmed in some of the next videos:

Teyvat is theoretically 2 worlds, the version we know and the mirror world. Not sure if the mirror world is the abyss but I chose to go with that for the fic. But it’s likely, and we can even see similar world structures in Honkai Star Rail, especially in Penacony, where the world there is literally mirrored and a dream too.

Cycle: People die » are absorbed by the roots » are supposed to travel to the top of the world tree (inverted, so top is in abyss) to become Irminsul fruit / stars » said stars form constellations that determine people's fate, or more accurately, since they are all in a dream, are data that allows the tree to predict their fates » it’s because people exist as stars that their fates and presence can be summoned in the form of shooting stars

Dainsleif confirmed that the leylines can be woven to determine Fate / have their records changed. The Loom used to weave them is a Symphony, or in other words, Remus’ Symphony of Fate is very similar or the same thing as the Loom of Fate. Add to that some Penacony’s parallels, and you can infer that the Symphony is controlled in the floating palace , that is actually a Grande Theater, by the Sun(day) (potentially Phanes), and it’s reflected by the moons (Aria, Sonnet and Canon, so the musical associations are fitting). Considering that the 3 moon sisters are also probably the mythological Moirai who weave Fate, yeah, that tracks.

I made up the part about the seeds given by Istaroth being used to create an alternate database that can contradict the information on Irminsul, but who knows, maybe I got it right. I mean, just recently I saw people associate her with Khaenri’ahs soldiers because they used the 8 pointed Ishtar star in their uniforms, so with her, anything is possible. Venti got a badass mom.

Some videos I suggest that basically confirmed some of the ideas I am going for (and that explain several of the reasons I say what I say):, from most recent and relevant to oldest and not so relevant

[illumiera]

a new moon rises

or: there is a loom upon which the fate of every mortal is woven, and she who works it is Azura's blessed and cursed all at once. pre-i fear no fate (for you are my fate), 801 words

Near a small island somewhere off the coast of Akavir, the sea glows as though brimming with a galaxy of drowned stars. Stepping onto its shores feels like stepping beyond time entirely, like yesterday and today have fallen away in favour of a breathless, everlasting tomorrow. It feels like a crossing-over, like a journey from death-touched to deathless, and Ilmarenya—Ilmarenya cannot be certain if the salt-haired woman climbing out of the little boat is still Ilmarenya, but she knows that she must try to be nonetheless.

Nerevar—silent now, but he will come if she calls, whether as sound or as a shadow—has never required it of her. Nor has fate, which cares nothing for the name or face she wears as long as she treads the path it unfurls before her.

But her son and his father can have no other, and so Ilmarenya she must remain.

Azura stands at the base of the island’s single mountain. All the art, the statues, the carvings Ilmarenya’s fingers have traced at every shrine—they depict her as the star-touched night with a string of constellations for her girdle, but the Prince of the In-Between is never quite the same. Sometimes, she comes as midnight given body, or the wine-dark of gloaming, or flame-streaked sundown, or the golden hour moving through the air like a dream. Now, at the end—or the beginning—of all things, she is as beautiful and terrible as the dawn, and her skin is lit from within beneath a gauzy gown dyed the precise pink of early summer roses.

“Are you ready, my Moon-and-Star?” Azura asks, and her voice is uncharacteristically soft.

Ilmarenya draws herself to her full height and meets the unblinking burning dusk-dawn of the goddess’ eyes. What passes between them is nothing short of a challenge: Remember our bargain, my lady. I will give you—give Morrowind—my whole body if I must, but never that which I formed within it, never my son. Only when Ilmarenya is satisfied does she at last permit herself a single nod.

“Then come, Ilmarenya Ara’dayn.”

The goddess’ hands are warm, soft, and yet fetter-firm as they close around her own. When the Daedric Prince of Dusk and Dawn leans in and presses her mouth to hers, so too are her lips.

—past—

—present—

—future—

—past-present-future-past-present-future-past-present-future-past—

It beats in her heart, in her head, in her soul like a doom-drum, Il-ma-ren-ya to the thundering of her pulse, and with the taste of roses and crystal sugar on her tongue, Ilmarenya sees.

Sees the spinning of the Wheel, the never-ending weaving of the loom her own hands must guide. Sees the sevenfold stories carved out by the strides of the Brass Tower, the breaking of the dragon, the wandering of the Soulless One, the making and dying of saints and soldiers alike. Sees the many paths of the world, of the worlds, of Ilmarenyas whose disparate choices tangle like caught threads, of Nerevarines who bear another name and face and fate, and sees—

Lliryn.

The image of her son is a beacon, a lodestar amidst it all. Lliryn growing—and she will not be there—into a lanky-legged young man with her nose and his father’s crow-feather curls. Lliryn the wizard’s apprentice, a scion of House Telvanni through and through, and a ghost to a father who sees only her when he looks into his face. Lliryn leaving to find her, and Lliryn collared and chained and seared from the inside out of everything that was hers, and then the fire and the wrath of their ancestors and the wrath of Nerevar come again, and Lliryn in the heart of the blaze with his chin tilted up to the moons-and-stars in prayer, in thanks, and then—

—and then she sees the First with his crown of storms, or the thrice-blessed Last with a healer’s bloody hands, or perhaps both at once, and either way, she cannot see her son, cannot see past the mess of thread that a Hero leaves in their wake. Dead, alive, a thrall of another kind—she can see everything, but not the most precious thing, not the one thing she needs to see.

Ilmarenya does not break. Boethiah’s children know that they must break the world that seeks to break them, and she—she has always been the rock upon which the waves break. Still, she remains on her hands and knees at the shoreline until any mortal’s bones would ache, and the tears that spill to the starlit sand are a bright, liquid gold.

What rises in the end is the Nerevarine, but Ilmarenya Ara’dayn, but something altogether other. Ilmarenya’s eyes, burning with all sundown’s fire, lift to the summit and the loom that waits atop it, and she begins to ascend.

[my-beloved-lakes]

I thought Jake's outfit from "and the Loom of Fate" looked fun to draw. I have made a big mistake 🙃

[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

[samnotsammy12]

OH MY GOD

THEY’RE GOING ON A FUCKING DATE

I AM DYING THEY’RE SO CUTE

THE HAND-HOLDING I AM DEAD

[wakraya]

As the local Gremlin Master with a Level 120, Grailed, Extremely Pampered Protea, sometimes it is your duty to show the wonders of Fluffy Big Girl to a friend.

Don't worry, she's well-behaved and knows how to handle others with care... Most of the time. 😌

[the-curious-cat24]

Caribert is such a pure soul, after everything what happened to him, he still want to comfort the people from khaenriah and the feeling of being wanted and existed, you deserved it Caribert, even a little time spending with the people in Virmara Village.

Dain is dropping the lore again and left, however now we know who are the sinners of Khaenriah, and I wonder what are their plans for the world of teyvat? Does Alice know? After all Rhinedottir is part of hexenzerkel. 🧐

I really wish we are able to hug our sibling, these two are so precious. 🥹☺️🥹