#harrow adoptive descendant

[autisticabbey]

My DIY Gaia puzzle piece socks and reusable grocery bags, and my customized Gaia bath towels set

[cabe0512]

Richter Belmont and Maria Renard, the Duo Protagonists of The Rondo of Blood.

Even with the bigger cast of characters for The Rondo of Blood, it's best that I should narrow the focus of the first few arcs down to the main protagonists of the story, namely Richter, Maria, and later Annette.

I personally loathed the way Nocturne portrayed Maria as this foul-mouthed, sarcastic revolutionary instead of the lovely, purehearted character whose compassion and unwavering hopefulness is what compelled her to face such harrowing dangers that even Dracula found endearing. So I took influence from that and being 12 years old in the game, she undergoes a certain character arc where her worldview is tested by the obstacles she meets like Shaft, the Revolution, and her own developing abilities, forcing her to grow and mature as both a child and as a magician.

Richter, on the other hand, is leagues different from his portrayal in Nocturne (which I equally despised for how badly-written and inconsistent it was). Even though he still faces a great tragedy back in 1783 (this time it's his father, Reinhardt Schneider, a distant descendant of Trevor Belmont, who dies at the hands of Eztli/formerly N!Olrox), Richter developed a sense of guilt that further boiled into anger and would be the driving force behind his desire to be stronger, in hopes of protecting his mother (now named Sonja Belmont) from a similar fate.

Richter also recovered his magic earlier in the year 1789, the same year he met the young alchemist Annette de Winter and Sonja being killed by the same vampire behind his father's murder, further fueling his thirst for vengeance. Annette becomes his close friend and companion as they survived the horrors that came with the outbreak of the revolution, with their bond growing stronger over their shared grief as Annette also lost her mother Iris earlier that year. Under Juste's tutelage, Richter had grown accustomed to his magical abilities and strives to do his parents justice by saving innocent lives from the forces of evil and hunting down the vampire Eztli.

The main storyline begins in 1792 just as the two first met in Boston with Maria having escaped the chaos in France, being forced to leave Annette behind which weighed heavily on her conscience. This would give me the opportunity to build up their dynamic a lot more than Nocturne, forming a makeshift siblingship bond during the little time they had in Boston. Bound by their shared love for Annette (being Maria's adoptive older sister and guardian), the duo leave the comforts of America behind and return to France to save their lost friend from a rising threat across the sea.

[piosplayhouse]

Pio in your NHS cumplane lovechild au, how are NHS and NMJ related? Are they still brothers? Are they somehow besties without being related? I'm kind of obsessed with a NHS who grew up around moshangbingqiu, but I need to know why and how he decides to go to bat for NMJ later on

AUGH I know I typed up a really long response to this exact question but for the life of me I cannot find it anywhere. Anyway from this I think there are 3 possible options to take that are all more harrowing than the last:

1. Nie Mingjue is also a Cang Qiong disciple (probably Bai Zhan let's be real) and semi-adopted Nie Huaisang as his little brother, they descend together and things play out pretty much as usual

2. Nie Huaisang does some sort of transmigrating to replace an original Nie Huaisang but becomes genuinely attached to Nie Mingjue as his older brother in this life, things play out pretty much as usual

3. Nie Huaisang transmigrates and sees Nie Mingjue and everyone else as a fictional plaything a la cumplane, knows his role is as a cannon fodder character who will inevitably die to cause tragedy, may or may not actually become attached despite knowing he ultimately will die (possibly without an attempt to change canon to save his life)

I believe someone in the notes before proposed the idea of Nie Mingjue being Mobei Jun and Luo Binghe's baby, which would be really funny tbh but I admittedly am a cumplaner before all so I don't think I could really spitball ideas for that

If anyone else has any genius ideas though please drop them below!!! Love to hear your thoughts on my silly posts 💞

[gellavonhamster]

Lancelot begins as a typical Celtic aithed (abduction tale), then quickly adopts a resonant religious undertone by quietly invoking salvation history. Two mysterious geographies overlap here: the uncertain terrain of the Breton Otherworld, with its alien allure; and the Christian mysteries of the Passion and the Harrowing of Hell, set in their distant time and inhuman place. The Christian narrative eventually becomes a suggestive palimpsest for the whole Lancelot story. Like the scourged Christ who refused to assert his identity to a power whose punishments he embraced as an act of supreme defiance, Lancelot avoids at every turn revealing his name, multiplying the contempt showered upon him and the trials he is required to overcome. The shameful cart into which Lancelot steps because of his love of Guenevere is a kind of mobile pillory, linked to the Passion narrative by reference to scourging and progression through crowded streets, and then by verbal analogy to the bearing of the cross. Lancelot's voyage to Gorre parallels the apocryphal story of Christ's descent into hell after the crucifixion as told in the Gospel of Nicodemus. Both messiahs free hostage bodies from a foreign land where they have, en servitume et an essil, been awaiting the advent of an infinitely suffering, self-negating liberator. [...] Christ is born again by suffering on the cross and descending into hell; Lancelot is Christ-like in that he also suffers for a captive people, and liberates them by his masochistic embrace of a discourse of power that, having subordinated him completely, trips over his prostrated body and stumbles to the ground. Both messiahs resist power by submitting to the fullness of its force, the dominating power of its discourse. Christ declares that there is liberation in suffering and death; Lancelot finds deliverance in suffering and desire.

— Masoch / Lancelotism by Jeffrey Jerome Cohen

[kradogsrats]

Viren does refer to Ezran and Callum as “heirs,” so Callum is somehow in the line of succession. I think Callum supposed to be the equivalent of a “legitimized bastard” like in ASOIAF, where he has a claim, but it’s inferior to a true born son like Ezran. But he’d still be the presumptive heir until Ez has kids.

Yeah, I’m probably just overthinking it… I think what trips me up is the implication that succession passes over the co-reigning spouse, when we have the contrast of the Dragon Monarchy going to Zubeia (who tbf could just be acting as regent, but that’s never addressed). Obviously we don’t know because Sarai predeceases Harrow, but questions like “is Sarai a Queen Consort with authority only derived from Harrow’s, or a Queen Regnant?” are the kind of shit that keeps me up at night. Mostly because it does not make sense to me personally for Sarai to be Queen Consort but have her prior son be added to the line of succession. I suppose technically adoption is a stronger legal bond than marriage, since divorce is much easier than un-adopting??? But given Callum and Harrow’s tentative relationship, I’d lean toward Callum not having been legally adopted by Harrow at the time of S1. In, y’know, the case where stepparent adoption works the same way as it does in the real world. :|

(It briefly occurred to me while thinking about this that the the Orphan Queen line may not be a true bloodline, but figuratively describing more of a legal familial connection… except it’s pretty explicit that Ezran is a direct descendant, so.)

[troybeecham]

Today the Church commemorates Holy Saturday and the Great Vigil of Easter.

Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday is the final day of Holy Week, between Holy Thursday and Easter Sunday, when Christians prepare for the great Feast Day of the Resurrection of Jesus, the Son of God. The day commemorates the Harrowing of Hell while Jesus Christ’s body lay in the tomb.

On this day, Christians believe that Christ "rested" physically in the tomb, but spiritually he performed in Spirit the Harrowing of Hell, his descent into the world of the dead, breaking down the gates of hell and bringing all the faithful departed with him into Paradise. The icon of the day shows Jesus standing on the broken Gates of Hell and taking Adam and Eve by the hand, raising them and all the faithful departed to Paradise.

Christ’s descent into the world of the dead is referred to in the Apostles’ Creed and the Athanasian Creed (Quicumque vult), which state that Jesus Christ "descended unto the dead" and raised up to Paradise all those who had died in faith before his Incarnation, liberating all those who had been held captive by the bonds of sin and death.

Holy Saturday lasts until nightfall, after which the Easter Vigil is celebrated, marking the official start of the Easter season.

The Great Vigil of Easter

The Great Vigil of Easter is the liturgy that leads to the official celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus. Historically, it is during this liturgy that people are baptized and that adult catechumens are received into full communion with the Church. It is held in the hours of darkness between sunset on Holy Saturday and sunrise on Easter Day – most commonly in the evening of Holy Saturday or midnight – and is the first celebration of Easter, as days are traditionally being considered to begin at sunset.

Among liturgical Western Christian churches including the Roman Catholic Church and the the Anglican Communion of Churches, the Easter Vigil is the most important celebration of the Holy Eucharist of the liturgical year, marked by the first use of the exclamatory word of praise, Hallelujah! – Praise the LORD! – (or Alleluia!), a distinctive feature of the Easter season, since the beginning of Lent, when exclaiming Hallelujah is omitted. The Holy Scriptures are read, recounting the story of God’s plan of salvation from the the creation of the universe in Genesis to the promise of salvation as proclaimed by the Prophets and the Resurrection of Jesus as recorded in the Gospels.

The Roman Missal states: "Of this night’s Vigil, which is the greatest and most noble of all solemnities, there is to be only one celebration in each church. It is arranged, moreover, in such a way that after the Lucernarium, or the lighting of the new fire, and the "Exsultet", a song of praise for the victory of the light over darkness and life over death through Jesus Christ. Then comes the Easter Proclamation (which constitutes the first part of this Vigil) when the Holy Church meditates on the wonders the Lord God has done for his people from the beginning, trusting in his word and promise as the great day of the Resurrection approaches. New Christians are reborn in Baptism and the whole Church is called to the table the Lord has prepared for his people, the memorial of his Death and Resurrection until he comes again.

O God, who made this most holy night to shine with the glory of the Lord’s resurrection: Stir up in your Church that Spirit of adoption which is given to us in Baptism, that we, being renewed both in body and mind, may worship you in sincerity and truth; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

[spilledw1ne]

basics.

name: sabina plessner. drucilla pritchard.

alias:  dru, cilla. hellcat.

age:  28-35, main verse. 10-25, verse dependent.

dob: may 17th.

gender:  female.

pronouns:  she/her.

orientation:  bisexual.

occupation: mage (verse dependent.) first mate of the siren pirates (verse dependent.) apostate mage (verse dependent.) merchant (verse dependent.)

birthplace: starkhaven.

residence: kinloch hold (verse dependent.) the siren's call (pirate ship, verse dependent.) kirkwall (verse dependent.)

species: human.

ethnicity: irish.

hair: long, red hair with sun-bleached roots. slightly wavy texture, amplified by salty sea air.

eye color: pale blue.

height: 5'10".

notable features: the scar carving down her left eyelid. freckles along her nose, cheeks, and forehead.

alignment: true neutral.

positives: loyal, loving, ambitious, adaptable.

negatives: flighty, aggressive, cowardly, selfish.

parents: conan plessner (father, deceased.) eorann plessner (mother, deceased.) iona pritchard (adoptive mother, deceased.)

siblings: n/a, unless you count her crewmates.

significant other:  verse dependent. in independent writing, anders or cullen rutherford.

children: n/a.

pets:  she takes to watching over Ser Pounce until he can get back to Anders.

skills & abilities.

Works in the path of storms tree.

weapons.

Twin "gem"-encrusted cutlasses dubbed her "fangs," carried in a hand-woven holster around her hips, that she uses to covertly channel her magic through, as well as a well-worn, jagged-bladed dagger carried in her right boot. She returns to using a staff as her primary weapon come the Mage Rebellion, but still retains her blades.

bounty.

tbd.

the crew.

Isabela, captain

Casavir, previous first mate

Brand, helmsman

history.

A young woman, fresh off her Harrowing, met a young merchant during a work opportunity selling potions in the markets of Starkhaven. They fell in love quickly, and soon enough, she never returned to the Circle. They bore a daughter, named Sabina, and lived in the countryside for a time.

Until it was time to move again, as they did under the guise of a merchant's work, and they moved to Ferelden. Sabina's father had been paying off Starkhaven templars to spare his wife, and now, daughter until one evening when he didn't come back from the stalls on time, and a pair of Ferelden templars descended upon their home.

Sabina's mother bought her time, but the ten year old girl didn't get very far, and was taken to Kinloch Hold. She spent eight years in the circle, festering anger and guilt and making few friends.

Several months before her eighteenth birthday, she escaped Kinloch through years of planning, telling no one, not even the friends she'd made, of her decision. She was found by a Rivaini seer by the name of Iona, and desperate to never go back, Sabina became Drucilla.

Drucilla's time with Iona lasted for only a few months, and much in the same manner, she left Iona with no word, determined to be free (some more months later, Drucilla learned that Iona had died, and feeling the guilt of a relationship taken for granted, she took on her last name, Pritchard, in honor of her.)

Drucilla was found by pirate captain Isabela, who, over a round of drinks and a game of Wicked Grace, pried her story from her. Drawn by the familiarity of a girl running from a shitty situation, Isabela offered Drucilla a place on her crew. It took work to master swordsmanship and the way around pirate ship, along with learning to hide her magic, but Drucilla took to piracy like she'd been born to be a first mate.

Now, with the end of the Siren's Call and all of her crew, Drucilla and Isabela are in Kirkwall working as smugglers.

[ravenloftian]

Saint Markovia of Krezk

In 323, fate wove a tapestry that would forever alter the destiny of Barovia. Lyvia Markovia, a child of mystery, was discovered amidst the ancient trees of the Krezk forest by a humble wolf hunter. Adopted into his simple life, Lyvia's formative years were imbued with the whispers of the wild until destiny intervened and set her on an extraordinary path.

Lyvia's footsteps led her to the hallowed halls of the Abbey in Krezk, where she was taken under the wing of Tavian Andral, a paragon of devotion to the Morninglord and a beacon of hope to orphaned children. Under the tutelage of this venerable mentor, Lyvia blossomed into Sister Markovia, her heart ablaze with compassion for the downtrodden and the wounded.

The spring of 341 witnessed the revelation of Sister Markovia's divine gift—an ethereal touch that mended the broken and healed the afflicted. She became the Blessed Sister, her touch a radiant balm that breathed life into the wounded hearts of knights and soldiers entwined in the battles against the relentless Terg forces.

As the dark clouds of tyranny and despair gathered, Contessa Sera von Hapsburg sought refuge within the Abbey's sheltering walls. There, under the tender care of Sister Markovia, the newborn Julius Vernon von Hapsburg took his first breath, heralding a fragile hope in a world spiraling into shadow.

Yet Prince Strahd von Zarovich's ascent heralded a harrowing winter that gripped the land in an icy vise. During this time, the Abbey faced Strahd's decree of forbiddance, forbidding anyone from sheltering or worshipping at the abbey. Heavy taxes were also levied against the church.

After experiencing a holy vision where she saw troops marching toward the abbey, Sister Markovia entrusted the young Julius to the care of Ivan Ivliskovich, a hunter, and bid him take the boy far from Krezk.

Strahd's forces marched on the abbey in 352 fulfilling Markovia's vision. In the crucible of battle, Sister Markovia's divinity blazed, a beacon of resistance that struck down her foes with a fury borne of unwavering faith. Strahd was severely wounded by the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind and quickly retreated. Amidst the chaos, a moment of eerie silence descended and the mists closed in. The following morning, the Abbey of Brilliant Worship had disappeared, leaving no trace that it had ever existed.

Later that year, the Church of the Morninglord exalted Sister Lyvia Markovia to the hallowed status of Saint Markovia. Since then, the church has been at odds with the sovereign.

Miracles and Legends

Saint Markovia's fervent devotion to the Morninglord bestowed upon her extraordinary powers, enabling her to perform miracles that bolstered the spirits of the oppressed and struck fear into the hearts of the wicked. Her blessings were said to heal the sick, restore hope to the despairing, and grant courage to those facing the darkness.

Shrine of the Sun

Pilgrimage Site for Saint Markovia Location: Krezk Center, constructed in the year 341 The Shrine of Saint Markovia is near a pool of water in Krezk that Blessed Sister Markovia blessed. The spring waters are hoped to provide healing comfort for the ill. The shrine becomes a place of pilgrimage among those in Barovia who seek its healing waters.

Within the shrine, a statue of the Blessed Sister stands tall, holding a radiant sun symbol high above her head. Pilgrims offer prayers and leave tokens of their devotion at the statue's base, seeking her aid in their struggles against the darkness. It is said that the faithful who drink the water at the shrine and offer sincere prayers may receive visions or signs of guidance from the martyred priestess, their spirits uplifted and emboldened in the ongoing battle against the forces of evil.

Abbey of Brilliant Worship

Located North of Krezk in the Baratok Mountains for a hundred years. Recently vanished. Former Function: Convent and Hospital

Description: The Abbey of Brilliant Worship was an ancient monastery constructed in the mountains North of Krezk in Barovia. It holds a storied history, once serving as a place of refuge, healing, and devotion. Once a place of healing and solace, the Abbey housed a convent where Saint Markovia and her devoted followers dedicated themselves to the Morninglord's teachings. It also served as a hospital, providing care and shelter for the wounded and afflicted. The echoes of prayers and hymns once filled its corridors, resonating with hope and faith. But those days are long gone.

The abbey mysteriously vanished in the mists during a skirmish with Strahd's forces.

[nerdasaurus1200]

I saw Dragon Prince season 4 and hoo boy do I have thoughts (in no particular order)

First off, it's adorable how much of a magic nerd Callum is. He's grown so much and become so much stronger in two years

Stella is baby. She's living her best life with her cuddlemama and future cuddle papa. Speaking of, let Callum becalled a cuddlepapa by himself or Rayla next season

Zym and Ezran have grown up so much and it both breaks and warms my heart

Okay, so Rayla is a Dragonguard. Good to know.

Terry is my son now. I adopted him, he's mine.

I feel like Callum is just a little bit jealous of Stella getting love from Rayla

“The other elves saw me as a doe, but I knew. I always knew that I was a buck. I..chose the name Terrestrius.”....This line here. This line is gonna stick with me forever. I honestly didn't expect them to outright tell or show us Terry is trans but I'm so glad. That's gonna mean so much to trans kids watching this show. And the fact that Viren has no problems with it at all makes it even more special. Although Terry's wording makes me wonder if someone in his family didn't accept him.

Oh man I just read his wiki page and apparently Terry is still mid transition

I'm calling it now, that girl that figured out Araavos is Harrow and Ezran's descendant

Well, at least we know how loyal Terry is to Claudia.....someone get this poor boy a mug of hot cocoa, a blanket, a hug, and a therapist; he's earned it. He was 100% having a panic attack

"I'm gonna feel all the feelings!" THAT'S RIGHT YOU GO MY FUNKY BOY

I KNEW IT! I KNEW RAYLA'S PARENTS WERE IN THE COINS!GOD POOR RAYLA! ETHARI AND CALLUM ARE GONNA LOSE THEIR SHIT!

Hot damn, Ezran's speech combined with Ibis and Claudia fighting was powerful...that whole scene really encapsulates what the entire show is about, I think

Zubeia gets more and more badass with every episode

I wasn't expecting the chocolate tart to be brought back but it's nice that Rex Igneous liked it. Although how could he taste so much of such a little thing?

Ohhhhh wait, I just got that! Rex means king, he's KING Igneous!

Oh man I had no idea Ezran's crown is made from Harrow's sword

That possesion scene was straight up creepy, I honestly thought Callum died for a second

Speaking of creepy, I never wanna see snake Claudia again, please and thank you

I know Callum is angry at Rayla but he needs to talk to her, really. I feel like he's using the possession thing as an excuse to not talk about their relationship. Like, I do think he's genuinely shaken up by it but he's choosing to focus on that because it's easier

Soren...god, Soren has changed so much. In just 3 years, this boy has gone from picking fights with dragons and being eager to kill them to not being able to turn away from a dragon in need. He even shed his armor for her. Season 1 Soren would NEVER have done that in a million years

Another thing S1 Soren would never do is that talk with Claudia. Man, that was deep.

Also I love Soren's new look, I feel like it suits him way better than his knight armor

I dunno why I expected an out of the gate dramatic conversation when Soren found Claudia. Although I am glad we still got them having that conversation

I will say though, I do wish we got more of a reaction to Terry from Soren

Can Squeaky return next season as Soren's dragon pal? Please? he's the only one that doesn't have an animal companion

"I wanna spend the last month traveling with my daughter, the most important person in the world to me" I....it's nice that you're finally learning to not be a jackass Viren, but did you forget that you have a son??? Is Soren just chopped liver to you?

That said, I do appreciate that Viren has changed. I feel like he's definitely not gonna become immortal.

Regarding Claudia's speech about human suffering....either she's been fed TONS of propaganda by Araavos or she's taking it way too personally after all this time. Like, girl, you have an elf boyfriend, calm down

Awww the return of big feelings time!

[twh-news]

Tom Hiddleston made his glorious debut as Loki in 2011's Thor, which celebrated its 10th anniversary exactly two weeks ago today. Since then, the 40-year-old actor's God of Mischief has gone on a remarkable journey in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, as he grappled with the living in his heroic brother Thor's (Chris Hemsworth) shadow and evolved from villain to antihero. Now, it's time for Loki to step into the spotlight on Disney+'s Loki. Ahead of the six-episode drama's premiere, though, EW asked Hiddleston to take us through Loki's greatest hits.

The audition (2009)

It's well-known that Hiddleston actually auditioned for Thor's titular role. "I remember thinking I should probably do some exercise because Thor is a very athletic character. So I did that, got into his kind of regime and did my camera test, and put on the blonde wig, and swung the hammer," he says. "But I do remember on the piece of paper I signed, it said, 'The role of Thor/Loki.' I thought, 'Okay...' Long-story short: Chris Hemsworth is definitive in the role of Thor. I certainly think so, and the right decision was made on that day. I'm very glad it went the way it went."

Thor (2011)

Directed by Kenneth Branagh, The first Thor contains the scene that truly set the stage for Hiddleston and Loki's post-Avengers breakout. After discovering he's actually descended from the Frost Giants, Loki confronts his (adopted) father, Odin (Anthony Hopkins), about the deception in a harrowing and transformative scene. "That's the creation, in a way, of Loki's status as a villain, is this intense feeling of marginalization and isolation, [and] that he does not belong, that Thor is not his brother," says Hiddleston. "I'll never forget doing that scene because I had such respect, and still do, for Sir Anthony Hopkins, and suddenly I was having to play tennis with him in a very emotional place."

Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige adds: "There's just so much pain and angst in it. I think that is the moment that Tom really got his hooks into the audience."

The Avengers (2012)

Loki has many memorable moments in The Avengers, but Hulk interrupting the "puny" god's egomaniacal speech and pounding him to the ground is the funniest. "I had a piece of wire tied to my ankle and there was a mat on the floor, which was out of shot, and three of the strongest stunt guys holding the wire at the end behind the camera. The experience being yanked out of frame was one I will not forget in a hurry," says Hiddleston, explaining he was the only one in front of the camera when they shot it because Mark Ruffalo didn't perform the role via motion-capture in that first Avengers film. "For about two years after that, I couldn't go through airports anywhere in the world without somebody kind of going, 'Hey, Mr. Loki, I love it when you get Hulk smashed.' It became a bit of a thing in a fun way,"

Thor: The Dark World (2013)

Loki loves to use his powers to guard himself both physically and emotionally, as seen in Thor: The Dark World when Thor visits his imprisoned brother after the Dark Elves murdered their mother. At first, Loki is smug as always and everything seems in order, but Thor calls him out and the illusion dissipates, revealing that Loki is broken and grieving. "There's this love of their mother that unites these two brothers, adopted or not, and they form a kind of unpredictable and unstable alliance," says Hiddleston. "That scene was really key to anchoring that film in something honest and emotional."

Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

Loki learns nothing hurts like apathy when his brother reveals he's completely given up on him in this pivotal elevator scene from Taika Waititi's eccentric and warm threequel. "I think it really affects Loki. He thinks, 'Oh maybe I got this wrong. Maybe I did have a place in that family. Maybe this guy is my brother.' But it was a really enjoyable scene because it was just a very quiet moment with Chris in a very calm space in a big, colorful, spectacular film" says Hiddleston.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

After evading death many times, Loki finally met his end when Thanos (Josh Brolin) crushed his windpipe — but not before delivering a powerful speech in which he accepted all parts of himself, the Frost Giant and the Asgardian. "The redemption of Loki as a character was achieved in that moment of sacrifice and catharsis — that after all this time, after all this journey of feeling marginalized and fueled by jealous rage, he would risk his life to save his brother and call himself an Odinson. And I saw this perfect closure in a way," says Hiddleston. "I remember Josh Brolin could not have been sweeter. He was so generous. I walked into the room and he turned around and saw me come in, and just broke into this big wide smile, and opened up his arms, and enveloped me in a big hug and said, 'I'm sorry, man.'"

Avengers: Endgame (2019)

But Infinity War wasn't the end for Loki. Hiddleston appeared as the Avengers-era version of his character for Endgame's time heist. "It was really enjoyable to go back to this version of this character that I played before all of the evolution with those actors who I got to know so well and we'd all been on this journey together," he says. Of course, that Loki ends up stealing the Tesseract and disappearing, setting the stage for the Disney+ series. "Where does he go? When does he go? How does he get there?"

Loki (2021)

"If you've seen the trailer for Loki the show, you will know that Loki finds himself face-to-face with the TVA, the Time Variance Authority, who are an organization within Marvel Comics that govern the order of time," Hiddleston says. "I suppose Loki picking up the Tesseract in Endgame might have caused some concern. It is very exciting. The world of the TVA is a world of bureaucratic order, and of course Loki is the God of Mischief and Chaos. So you have the forces of order and chaos coming together, and that's where our story starts."

Bonus moment: Thor: The Dark World (2013)

At one point in the Thor sequel, Loki shape-shifts into Captain America, with Chris Evans making a cameo, while he and his brother escape Asgard. However, there's a version of that scene in which Hiddleston actually puts on the star-spangled hero's costumes himself. "[That] was a very strange and surreal moment, nevertheless enjoyable. So I got to feel whatever the feeling of wearing that suit [is], which is definitely a moment," Hiddleston recalls. "Then, they played that footage to Chris, and he did his best impression of me doing an impression him, and he does it brilliantly." High-praise from the God of impressions.

[autisticabbey]

My customized Gaia mesh laundry bag and folding laundry basket, my customized Purple Stars (Star Maker) mesh laundry bag, folding laundry basket, and bath towels set, and my DIY Purple Stars (Star Maker) puzzle piece reusable grocery bags.

[hysterialevi]

Hjarta | Chapter 17

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor

This story is also on AO3 | Previous chapter | Next chapter

A FEW MINUTES LATER

BJORNHEIMR

Sigurd dragged his feet across the uneven terrain, slogging through the dead woods that now served as Dag’s tomb. His hand shone vividly with a bright layer of red due to the blood that clung onto his skin, and his ears still buzzed with the echoes of his friend’s final cries.

As for Eivor, the jarl’s son appeared to be equally as harrowed as his companion. His eyes mirrored the frozen desolation of the bleak landscape sitting before him, and his face remained expressionless much like the corpses that now rested at Bjornheimr’s temple.

Both of them traversed the world like a pair of hollow shells, wandering through the dark in search of any light to hold onto. A black haze had blotted out the beam that once twinkled in their eyes, and it seemed as if the fire that once burned in them had been completely snuffed out.

Eivor just prayed this would be the end of their grief. It wouldn’t be long before they got the information they needed from Gorm, and the young man imagined they would soon be braving the seas again in search of the wretch’s father.

It was an endeavor that would only lead to more war, no doubt. There was a high chance that more people would die during their pursuit, and Eivor could no longer guarantee that even he would survive a second battle against Kjotve.

But after everything that had happened, he refused to shy away from this fight. Kjotve’s death wouldn’t bring Ulfar or Thora back from the dead, that much was true. But even then, Eivor hoped that -- at least -- it would serve as a balm to ease the pain now wracking his heart. 

He didn’t even care about reclaiming his honor anymore. All he wanted was to bring this horrid war to an end. Far too many people had been lost to Kjotve’s barbarity, and Eivor’s only desire now was to deliver peace unto those who had suffered for so long.

It was something he was willing to die for at this point, and a part of him suspected that he would.

“Wait,” Sigurd said as they entered the village. He stopped in his tracks and gazed in the distance, looking towards the docks. “Is that Randvi’s ship?”

Eivor followed his line of sight, nodding in response. “Yes. Randvi and her men returned not too long ago. They arrived whilst you were dealing with Dag.” He paused briefly, giving the prince a grim face. “...I’ve already told her about Thora and Ulfar. She’s at the temple now with my father and Ingrida. They’re preparing for tomorrow’s funeral.”

“...How is she?”

“How do you think? She knew Thora and Ulfar even longer than I did. She... she’s beyond devastated.”

Sigurd sighed deeply, hanging his head low in regret. “...Damn it. I should’ve killed Dag weeks ago. I should’ve confronted him from the start. He had been acting so strange ever since we came to Bjornheimr. I shouldn’t have waited this long to do something about it. Perhaps none of this would’ve happened then.”

Eivor took a few steps closer to him, speaking softly. “You are not to blame, Sigurd. You had no way of knowing Dag was the traitor.”

The prince wasn’t swayed. “On the contrary, I was the only one who could’ve known. I was the closest one with Dag out of anybody in our clan. I should’ve been paying more attention. I shouldn’t have let my love for him blind my judgement.”

Sigurd shut his eyes for a moment and let out a breath, clearly exhausted from the day’s events. “...I’m sorry, Eivor. I know you don’t fault me for what’s happened, but even then, I still carry some of the blame on my shoulders. I must be more vigilant from now on. I can’t allow anything like this to occur again, and I won’t. You have my word.”

Walking away before the other man could respond, Sigurd left Eivor behind and simply pushed forward into the village, emerging from the forest like a shadow slipping out of the night. The despair that once dimmed his expression had been replaced with the flickering embers of a growing rage, and the Wolf-Kissed could almost see sparks igniting in his eyes.

As for the young man himself, he simply followed the prince from a distance and trailed along quietly, unsure of what else he could do to comfort his lover. A few of the villagers -- including Styrbjorn -- had turned their heads upon Sigurd’s anticipated return, and immediately brought their attention to the blood now staining his hand.

The color faded from the king’s flesh as soon as he noticed the striking pigment. He didn’t seem to understand what had transpired just yet, but the dreary cloud hanging over his son was enough to imply that something terrible had unraveled.

Styrbjorn approached the two of them, carrying a look of concern.

“My son...!” He called out, keeping his tone hushed. “Where have you been? What’s happened to you? Whose... whose blood is that?”

Sigurd exchanged glances with his companion, hesitant to answer. He didn’t appear to be any calmer than when Eivor first found him in the woods, and the younger man feared that it wouldn’t take much more to send him into a storm. 

“It’s... Dag’s.” The prince admitted. “...I killed him.”

The older man fell into silence, taken aback by his son’s actions.

“You did what?”

“I had to,” Sigurd justified, steeling his voice. “Dag was the traitor. I had to get rid of him before he did anything else. I couldn’t allow him to harm more people.”

“A traitor?” Styrbjorn repeated in disbelief. “Are you positive? What makes you so certain he betrayed us? Did you find any evidence?”

“He confessed his crimes, father. He told me everything. Dag was the one assisting Kjotve. He was the one who informed him of our alliance. Ulfar was right.”

The king didn’t seem convinced. “I see. And was there anyone else around to hear Dag’s confession?”

“...No. It was just me and him.”

Styrbjorn shook his head in disapproval. “Then how can we be so sure that you killed the right man?”

Sigurd stared at his father in bewilderment, finally catching on to the man’s concerns. “...You don’t believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, son. But other people may not -- and for good reason, I might add. You just killed one of our own clan members because of a confession that nobody was around to hear. Nobody except for you. How can I accept that as evidence? How am I going to explain Dag’s death to our people? How can I convince them that what you did was not, in fact, murder?”

Sadly, Sigurd was in no state to process things rationally. The king’s doubt only added more fuel to the anguish that was already festering inside him, and his temper quickly took over like a hurricane commanding the seas.

“You can explain to them that I just killed the man responsible for Thora’s death! I killed the man who would’ve thrown the rest of us to the wolves. Had it not been for that rat, this village would still be in one piece. Thora would still be alive. I killed him because it was necessary.”

Styrbjorn was quiet in response, urging Sigurd to fill the silence.

“You think I murdered him out of indulgence? You know how much I loved him, father. He was my brother! I didn’t want to see him dead. But I did what was required to keep our clan safe. I finished what Ulfar started.”

But the king had nothing else to offer other than criticism. “You acted carelessly, Sigurd. There is no honor in slaying a man who cannot defend himself. You know this. If you truly believed Dag was the traitor, you should’ve brought him to me -- not slaughtered him in the woods. I could’ve held a trial to determine his judgement. His crimes would’ve been brought to light.”

“You think we have the time for something like that? Dag may have been reckless, but he wasn’t a fool. If there really was any evidence to find of his collusion with Kjotve, he would’ve destroyed it. We’d be investigating for weeks, if not months!”

“And what if there is evidence? What if we discover that Dag was not the only traitor in our midst? What will we do then, hm?”

Sigurd grew irritated. “We’ll deal with it. Just like I dealt with Dag.”

Styrbjorn sighed in defeat. “You rely too much on impulse, my son. You cannot take matters into your own hands like this. If you are to wear the crown someday, you must learn to respect the ways of our kingdom. A good leader enforces the law with a firm hand, but is never above it.”

The prince didn’t take kindly to that. “You are the last person to dictate what makes a good leader. While I’ve been fighting alongside our warriors on the battlefield, risking my life, you’ve been idling with a bottle in your hand, watching everything unfold! You say I’m reckless, but who else is going to defend your kingdom if not you?”

The older man turned away in shame, causing his son to descend even further into his tirade.

“Killing Dag was the only way to proceed, father. I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other options, but we are at a dead-end here. You don’t want me to act like this? Then you can swing the axe yourself next time!”

Coming to an abrupt halt, Sigurd cut himself off and took a moment to glance at his surroundings, suddenly realizing just how much attention he had drawn to their argument. Everywhere around him, men and women alike gawked at their altercation with a blatant sense of fear in their eyes, alarmed by everything they just heard. Not a single word was uttered amongst the small crowd that had gathered around them, and yet, it felt as if their very thoughts lingered in the air.

Looking at his father, Sigurd stepped away from the other man and slunk to Eivor’s side, backing down as if he were shocked by his own behavior. He appeared to be even more devoid of life now that he had argued with Styrbjorn, and within moments, he was desperately searching for a way out.

“I... I need to be alone.”

In the blink of an eye, Sigurd removed himself from the vicinity and retreated to the longhouse, aching for the solitude of his chambers. He left Styrbjorn and Eivor with nothing more than the company of their own thoughts, and disappeared as if he were smoke being whisked away by the wind.

In the meantime, the two men simply watched the prince vanish in the distance as the crowd began to disperse, granting them the luxury of privacy they so fervently desired. A portion of them already felt somewhat sheepish due to announcing their troubles to the public, and frankly, the only thing Eivor wanted was to lock himself in his room.

Unfortunately for the young man though, Styrbjorn didn’t seem ready to let him go just yet.

“Oh, Sigurd...” the king muttered to himself. “When will that boy learn...?”

Eivor approached the conflicted man, attempting to calm his nerves.

“Forgive him, my lord.” He pleaded. “Grief has befallen Sigurd. He made a great sacrifice for us today, cutting down his own friend like that. It will take him a long time to recover from this.”

Styrbjorn pinched the bridge of his nose out of stress, pacing back and forth in the snow.

“I understand that my son was only trying to protect our clan, but I must ensure he’s prepared to inherit the throne. We are at war, Eivor. There’s no guarantee I’ll be around by the time Kjotve is vanquished. The dawn of Sigurd’s reign could arrive sooner than he expects. He must be ready.”

“He is ready,” The Wolf-Kissed reassured. “He just needs time to heal.”

The king halted in his tracks and glanced at the younger man, inquiring about one other matter.

“Listen, Eivor. I hate to ask you of this considering everything that’s going on, but could you speak to Sigurd for me? I’d feel better knowing he wasn’t dealing with this alone.”

Eivor raised a brow. “Me? Why not you?”

“You’ve witnessed firsthand the animosity that stands between me and my son. Very rarely does Sigurd ever greet me with a smile. Whenever we’re together, it always feels like he’s angry at me, or frustrated. And the worst part is... I can’t even say he’s completely unjustified.”

“What do you mean?”

Styrbjorn sighed regretfully, dropping his gaze to the ground. There was a clear rein of hesitancy holding him back, but he knew that in order to help his son the best, he’d need to offer his full candor. 

“Perhaps he’s already told you this, but... ever since Sigurd’s mother passed away, I’ve found myself continuously drawn to the allure of drink. It’s something that’s haunted me for years now. I’ve tried many times to put down the bottle, but in the end, it always ends up trapping me in its clutches. I’m not proud to admit it, but it’s the truth.”

Eivor nodded in remembrance. “Sigurd has told me about this, yes.”

“I’m not surprised. He often speaks fondly of you. It’s clear you’ve gained my son’s unwavering trust. Unfortunately however, I cannot say the same for myself. My relationship with Sigurd has suffered due to my addiction. I have not always been the father he deserves, nor given him the guidance that he needed.”

The king’s stone facade faltered briefly. “It breaks my heart to consider it, but I fear that my own son views me as a nuisance more than anything. A lingering shackle that keeps holding him back. Sometimes I even wonder if the boy hates me.”

The young man’s expression softened with sympathy. “...No, Styrbjorn. No. He  doesn’t hate you. Even Sigurd himself has told me that he loves you. He just feels ignored.”

That caught Styrbjorn’s attention. “Ignored?”

“Yes. The last time he and I spoke about this issue, he expressed that he often feels like you don’t heed his advice; that his words tend to fall on deaf ears. Sigurd wants to help you overcome this, but he says you won’t let him.”

“It’s... true that I haven’t always kept my promises. I cannot deny that. But this battle is not so easily won.”

Eivor gave him an understanding look. “And Sigurd is aware of that. He knows you won’t be able to discard this overnight. But he just needs to see that you’re making some kind of effort. That will be more than enough for him. Trust me.”

Styrbjorn took the man’s advice to heart and quietly thought to himself for a moment, evidently shaken by this revelation. It was clear that a part of him drowned in guilt due to the discovery of Sigurd’s frustrations, but a hint of relief also twinkled in his eye now that he knew the boy still loved him.

“...I see.” The king said sincerely, gazing at the young man with an immense amount of gratitude. “Thank you for telling me this, Eivor. The path to reconciliation will be one laden with difficulties, but at least I can see where I must go. I will think on what you’ve said, and I’ll speak to Sigurd when the moment is right. In the meantime, could you talk to him for now? I fear that my presence would only amplify his anger.”

“Of course,” Eivor said with a firm nod. “I’ll check on him for you.”

“I appreciate it. Stay safe, my boy. Our struggles are far from over. I pray that the gods will extend their mercy to you from now on, and that you recover quickly from today’s tragedies. Peace is a distant reality for us at the moment, but not unreachable.”

~~~~~~~~~~

THE LONGHOUSE

SIGURD’S CHAMBERS

Wandering through the longhouse’s dimly lit halls, Eivor followed the trail of torches as he made his way to Sigurd’s chambers, overwhelmed by the looming silence that was broken only by his footsteps.

The adamant walls of the building had blocked out any intrusive sounds --  including that of the howling wind -- and as a result, nothing but the low crackling of fire was present to accompany the thoughts screaming in Eivor’s head.

He just didn’t know how to feel anymore. When he first discovered Thora’s body, the agony that overcame him was so fierce it almost crippled him entirely. He felt like the gods had ripped a hole in the very fabric of the world, and the impact of Ulfar’s death only pressed harder on the weight that was already resting on his shoulders.

Still, he couldn’t imagine what Sigurd was experiencing. Even though Eivor was no stranger to the atrocities of war, he had never been cursed with the responsibility of striking down his own brother. The mere idea of putting himself in the same position with Randvi was enough to crush him, and he worried that the guilt would twist the prince’s spirit into something much darker. He just hoped he could help the man before it was too late.

“...Sigurd?” The Wolf-Kissed said gently, knocking on the surface of his door. “It’s me, Eivor. Can I come in?”

A soft rustle emitted from the inside, followed up by the muffled thuds of Sigurd’s boots. The door swung open after a few moments, and standing in front of him, Eivor saw the prince, looking somber as ever.

“Eivor...?” He whispered, still afflicted by the ordeal with Dag. “You’re here?”

“Yes. I know you said you wished to be alone, but... I was worried. You disappeared from our sight before we could even get a word in. I wanted to check on you. I hope I’m not intruding.” The younger man paused for a second. “...How are you feeling now?”

Sigurd’s gaze fell to the floor. “I... I don’t know, Eivor.” His posture slouched in remorse. “...I’m not doing well.”

“Of course not,” Eivor said in understanding. “Dag was like a brother to you. No one could do what you did and come out unscathed.”

The prince scoffed. “No one except for my father, apparently.” He turned away from the door and stepped aside, allowing Eivor to come in as he spoke. “Can you believe that man? We are this close to winning the war against Kjotve, and he’s more concerned about due process.”

Eivor followed Sigurd into his chambers, closing the door behind them.

“Your father just wants to make sure you’re ready to rule the kingdom.”

“Well, there won’t be a kingdom to rule if we don’t catch Kjotve soon enough. My father says I’m careless in my behavior, but I don’t recall the last time I saw him lifting a sword. What else does he expect me to do?” 

Sigurd took a seat on the edge of his bed and sighed, completely drained of all vigor. “...I know I’m not perfect, Eivor. I know I still have much to learn. But everything I do is for the betterment of this clan. Why can’t my father see that?”

Eivor sat beside his lover, placing a comforting hand on his back. “He does see it. He may not be the best at getting his message across, but trust me when I say your father knows you have good intentions. He just worries that you’ll act with too much haste.”

The prince’s brow furrowed in curiosity. “Is that so? And what makes you so certain of that?”

“He and I talked after you left,” the younger man admitted. “He wanted to speak with you personally, but he thought that his company would only aggravate you more.” Eivor frowned in empathy. “...Your father thinks you hate him, Sigurd.”

Sigurd’s entire mood seemed to shift at the response, and for a split-second, it almost looked like he had completely forgotten about the rage he harbored. 

“He does...?”

“Well, he suspects it,” Eivor clarified, “but he said that things are always tense between you two. There never seems to be a moment of peace whenever you’re together.”

The prince shook his head, eager to dispel his beliefs.

“...No,” he said softly. “No. I don’t hate him. I love my father, in fact. I just hate the things he does sometimes.” Sigurd leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I want to keep him safe like I promised my mother I would. It brings me no joy to see him endure any pain or hardship, but...” he let out a breath of frustration, “...he never listens to me! Whenever I try to help him, he only pushes me away. Once, I even dumped all our ale into the river to stop him from drinking, and he broke into a fury unlike anything I’d ever seen.”

A grip of fear took hold of Sigurd’s voice. “...That stuff is poison, Eivor. It’s going to kill him someday. The last thing I want is to see my father step into an early grave, but how am I supposed to help him when he won’t even help himself?”

Eivor brought his partner into a hug, allowing his chin to sit on the man’s shoulder.

“You need to be more patient, Sigurd,” he advised. “Ultimately, your father’s recovery is his own responsibility, but a hostile relationship won’t do anything for either of you. He’s still trying to move on from your mother’s death. Just like you’re trying to move on from Dag’s. Give him time.”

The prince let out a sigh and warmed up to Eivor’s embrace, finally cooling off from the heat of his argument with Styrbjorn.

“I... I suppose you’re right.” He conceded, turning to face the younger man. “...Okay, Eivor. I’ll try to make things right. Not just for my father, but also for you. I promise.”

Eivor smiled at that. “Good. It won’t be easy, I know. But it’ll be worth it.”

Sigurd sat up from his position and laid a hand on the Wolf-Kissed’s lap, diverting the focus of their conversation elsewhere.

“Anyway, enough about me. How are you doing, my love? I’m... so sorry about Thora and Ulfar.”

Eivor separated their hug and stared bleakly at the floor, trying to keep himself together.

“...I still can’t believe they’re gone,” he said. “I thought I’d be used to losing people like this after what happened to my parents, but it hurts just as much as it did all those years ago. Only this time, I feel like I could’ve done something. I wish I did.”

A tinge of regret blanketed Sigurd’s face. “Are you angry that I held you back during the holmgang?”

“No,” Eivor answered truthfully. “I know you didn’t mean any harm. You were only trying to preserve Ulfar’s honor, and to be honest, I’m grateful that you did. As much as I wish I could’ve saved that man, I’d feel even worse if he never reached Valhalla. I’m going to miss him more than words can describe, but at least I know he’s at peace now. At least I know he’s reunited with his wife.” A cloud of sorrow fogged the young man’s eyes. “...I just wish I could say the same for Thora.”

Sigurd’s nose crinkled at the memory of discovering Thora’s body. “Gorm is even more of a coward than his father. It’s a shame what he did to her. He will get the punishment he deserves, Eivor. I won’t let him get away with it.”

The Wolf-Kissed found some solace in the prince’s reassurance. “Thank you. I know there’s nothing I can do to bring Thora back, but it seems only fitting that the man who murdered her joins her side in Helheim.”

“And he will. One way or another.”

Standing up from the bed, Eivor straightened his tunic and inched towards the door, preparing to take his leave. He didn’t want to abandon Sigurd’s side just yet, but he also wanted to see how his family was coping before the day came to an end.

“Anyway, I’ll give you some space, Sigurd.” He said, pressing a hand against the door’s surface. “I imagine you probably want to be alone right now, and there are some things I need to take care of before the funeral starts.”

Contrary to his belief however, the prince didn’t seem to share his sentiments. “Actually, I’d like you to stick around a little longer. If you’re willing to stay, that is.”

Eivor halted mid-action, unable to hide his interest. “You would?”

“Your company is one of the few things that offers me peace nowadays, Eivor. If you want to take this conversation further, you’re more than welcome here.”

The blonde viking took a hesitant glance outside the door, still carrying the same concerns he had lugged around for the past two weeks.

“But what if someone finds us? Don’t you think it’ll strike them as odd that I’ve been with you for so long?”

Sigurd let out a fatigued breath, slowly rising from his bed. “...I don’t care anymore. All this death sitting on our doorstep has shown me just how precious life truly is. I have no idea if I’ll even survive this war, Eivor. I’m not going to spend what could possibly be my final days pretending that I don’t feel anything for you.”

He walked up to his companion, leaving no more than a few inches between them. “I love you, Eivor. And I’m not ashamed to say it.”

Eivor froze at the confession and simply stared at Sigurd in silence, entirely at a loss for words. It wasn’t too long ago that the prince nearly tore himself apart trying to keep their affair a secret, and yet, he was practically declaring his love from the top of the world now. He no longer cared about the rumors that would spread, or the judgmental glances he’d receive. He was finally done hiding, and Eivor wondered if it was time he felt the same.

“Forgive me,” the younger man replied, “I... I don’t know what to say. I just never expected to hear you say those words.”

Sigurd chuckled. “Neither did I. I used to berate myself without pause when I first realized I was growing attached to you. I tried so desperately to shift my attention to Randvi for the sake of this alliance, but... it never worked. Things only deteriorated for me, and as a result, my life turned into a never-ending battle. I was miserable.”

Eivor smirked affectionately. “And now?”

Sigurd returned the grin. “Now, I know what I want at last. I can finally see why the gods led me here, and I’m done pushing against this fate that the Nornir have woven for me. I’m done with living a lie. My only question is... do you feel the same?”

The Wolf-Kissed let his hand drop from the door and focused completely on the man in front of him, peering fondly into his eyes.

“Of course I do. You’ve always been there for me ever since you first arrived at Bjornheimr. The circumstances under which we had to meet will forever leave a scar on this clan, but I can say for certain that our encounter was a blessing.” Eivor beamed brightly at the prince, holding his cheek in his palm. “I love you too, Sigurd. And nothing will ever change that.”

Sigurd’s expression radiated with a vibrant joy upon hearing that, and he pulled Eivor even closer to him, gently pushing him against the wall. He pecked a small kiss on the younger man’s neck and held him securely by the waist, allowing himself to forget about his troubles for just a brief moment.

“Then let us cast away the burdens of our struggles for tonight, and cherish our final hours of peace together. The stability of this war is precarious enough as it is. If anything happens to us, I don’t want to leave this world with regrets. Freya gave you to me as a gift the day we met, and I don’t intend to waste it.”

Eivor closed his eyes in bliss and linked his arms around Sigurd, caressing him in his embrace. The prince’s touch soothed his skin like ice on a fresh burn, and for the first time in a while, he was able to let his mind roam free from its continuous torment. The bond they shared was something that provided Eivor with a tranquility unlike anything else, and he silently begged the gods to keep his lover safe.

“From here to Valhalla,” Eivor whispered warmly, “I’ll always be at your side, Sigurd.”

[theredhairedmonkey]

What did Harrow know?

Reading Callum’s Spellbook, I’m left with an unavoidable conclusion: King Harrow knew way more about Callum and his potential with magic than he let on.

Harrow: “I thought it was time you had a real sketchbook. I hope you’ll fill it with not only your drawings but your dreams for the future too, because I have a feeling you have great things inside you, and I can’t wait to see you discover them.”

Callum: “Why did my stepdad want me to have the cube?...He gave me this notebook all those years ago, and now it’s become my spellbook. Maybe he knew I was a mage even before I did.”

It’s interesting how heavily it’s hinted that Harrow knew of Callum’s magical potential, to the extent that he encouraged his artistic talents years in advance, knowing full well how important drawing is for spellcasting. But at the same time, in spite of Callum’s clear interests in learning magic, Harrow never had Viren train him. So, it seems apparent that Harrow wanted Callum to learn Primal Magic but to steer clear of Dark Magic and put him in the best possible position to unlock this “great power in Xadia.”

On top of that, the show reveals that Harrow knew more about Aaravos than even Viren did! When the Startouch elf mentions his name, it doesn’t ring any bells for Viren. He has to go look him up in the library, only to come up short when all historical references of him simply get obscured. As Aaravos tells him, “my name would mean nothing to you.”

But to Harrow, it does: “…an elven wizard in Xadia, the Archmage Aaravos, a master of all six primal sources.”

So, how did Harrow know all of this? What else did he know, and how was he aware of Callum’s potential before anyone else?

To understand this, we have to think back to Harrow’s most famous ancestor—the Orphan Queen.

Not much is known about her-- She takes a dangerous journey to Xadia and ends up saving the world.  She’s Ezran and Harrow’s first royal ancestor (and perhaps inspired the rule that only orphans may be selected when choosing a new royal line).

We also know that she lived roughly three hundred years ago, around the same time as two other iconic events—the beginning of Avizandum’s reign, and “the Fallen Star.”

The “Era of Avizandum” is closely linked to “the Fallen Star”—the downfall and imprisonment of Aaravos.

So, it’s reasonable to presume that the Orphan Queen played some role in this as well—hence how she ended up “saving the world.”

Perhaps in some way, she’s critical to the transition from Luna Tenebris’ reign to Avizandum’s, or the imprisonment of Aaravos, or perhaps both.

My hunch is that, at a time when Aaravos seemed poised to dominate the world, and reshape Xadia in his own image, she foiled this plan and helped lock him away.

She was rewarded for her heroism—gifted with a hereditary ability to communicate with animals; an ability that passed down to Ezran.

She was also gifted this cube—the “Key of Aaravos”—and asked to keep it secret, and keep it safe.

But she was also given a warning. It’s quite possible that a different Startouch mage used their power of divination to ascertain that the world was still in danger. That one day, Aaravos will return and bring the world to the brink once more.

Star Magic is associated with vision, truth, and destiny. This mage would have told the Orphan Queen of the role her family will have in stopping this future threat.

She’s asked to watch over the cube, because it carries with it the only hope of defeating Aaravos once and for all. Each of its sides corresponds to each of the Primal Sources. Only a master of all six Primal Sources, like Aaravos, can illuminate each side to unlock the cube.

“Who can possibly unlock it?” she would have asked. “One of my children, or my children’s children?”

“No,” the Startouch mage told her bluntly. “It will be several centuries before such a human will come along, and the child won’t be from your line.”

“But the child will be adopted by one of your own. A step-child, one with the soul of an artist, and the heart of a hero. Someone who’s love and courage will reveal humanity’s potential with magic to the entire world.”

Pointing at the cube, the mage continued. “Pass on my words to your descendants. You and your family will have to protect the Key until this day comes.”

And so, three centuries later, when Harrow ascended to the throne of Katolis, fell in love with Sarai, and when he married her, she brought with her a son.

One with the soul of an artist.

Harrow’s original idea seems to have been to gradually hone Callum’s drawing skills until he can be introduced to drawing runes and discover his talents as a mage. At which point, Harrow and Callum, and later Ezran, could work together to unlock the Rune Cube’s secrets.

But by 1x01 and 1x02, the Moonshadow elves unintentionally scuttled this plan. With Harrow’s life potentially about to be cut short, he improvised sending the boys to the Banther Lodge and leave Callum a letter with “the most important things” written down.

Important things that included, not just the nature of the Rune Cube, but that true strength can come from love, vulnerability, and forgiveness.

That history can be a narrative of love instead of a narrative of strength.

That he is free to make his own destiny. That his fate is what he makes of it.

And even without Harrow alive to see Callum discover his true potential…he does so anyway—thanks to Harrow’s guidance—and reveals humanity’s potential to learn and wield magic.

So, in Harrow’s words:

[g-46-stark]

Find Me In Paris: Things I’m still wondering...

So, I really love Find me in Paris, is really funny and original.

I appreciate the way they handle all the time travel stuff... I’ve watched it like a hundred of times, but I’m still wondering:

1-Why no one ever told Lena about the Russian Revolutions of 1905 and 1917?

Really, not even Ines, who’s like the ballerina version of Hermione Granger.

For the ones who don’t know what I’m talking about, or just wants a reminder, I’m going to make a short resume:

From 1904 to 1905 Russia and Japan were fighting a war; Russia lose it, so people weren’t very happy (they also realize some social classes needed some changes);

The Russian army repressed a manifestation in St. Petersburg (some people want to present a petition to zar Nikolai II);

It started a revolution that lasted two years (1905-1907). After it, the zar was forced to create the Duma (a sort of Parliament). Some historicals think that this was the first step of the 1917 Russian Revolution;

During WWI, the social situation in Russia wasn’t all this good, especially for the factory worker. They all unite under the ideals of Lenin, and it started the October Revolution, which led to the abdication of zar Nikolai II;

Due to some political issue (it started a civil war between the new communist government and people that still wanted the zar) Nikolai Romanov and his family (his wife Alexandra, his four daughter Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, and his son Alexei) were took in Siberia and then killed.

So, Lena is a Russian princess: some people think is Nikolai daughter, but since it’s not specificated, let’s say she’s his niece. 

She obviously doesn’t know about Russian nobility fate; so, she still thinks that in Russia there would be a zar, who would be one of Nikolai’s descendants.

She says on more than one occasion that she is a princess, who lives in a palace in Russia.

But the thing is this: I don’t think the old Russian nobility still lives in Russia and has all their old proprieties such as palaces.

So no one (not even the teachers) find strange that Lena goes around saying she’s a princess?

This leads me to the next point: why doesn’t Ines tell Lena about Russia 20th century history?

She knows Lena is from 1905, so she knows why she doesn’t know about it.

If I know that one of my dearest friends is a time traveler from 1900’s Russia (and part of the nobility), one of the first thing I would say to them it would be: “If you ever go back in your century, stay away from Russia! Move to the US and don’t go anywhere else!”.

I understand Ines wouldn’t say that for all the “don’t change the past because you don’t know how it could affect the future” thing, but seriously… Lena always said she wanted to go back! You don’t want to even warn her?

And later, in season 2, Lena said to Max all the truth; and she also said she wanted to go back so she could save Ines.

All Max has to say on it was: “Oh, ok. I’m really sad that you’re leaving, but that’s ok. Let’s create the most transgressive choreography that Paris Opera has ever seen.”.

And I was like… Ehm…hello?? The girl you claim to love just said she wanted to go back at the beginning of a disastrous century!! She’s leading herself into two revolutions and probably her death, but ok, let’s dance through it.

No one there knows anything about 1900’s Russian history?

And besides that, what about the history lessons or the history teacher?

What do they teach students in that school?

Oh, right...

2- Max's family: What happened between Max and Ruben     (Reuben?)? What happened between Armando and his wife? And, more importantly, where is she?

I know that since Lena is the main character, we should be worried about her background story, but really… you can’t throw us some hints about Max's dysfunctional family and then just walk away.

I mean, maybe it’s just me, but I’m still confused about something.

If I get it right (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong):

Ruben is not Armando biological son: he was adopted in Spain;

He was a street boy, who was an extraordinarily talented dancer;

He and Max were inseparable;

At some point, their mum took them to London, where she wanted them to attend a boarding school (Arrow? Harrow?);

Max was accepted, but Ruben wasn’t;

So, Armando took the boy with him to New York (where he presumably worked for the Imperial Ballet) since their mum “can’t take care of him”;

Then something bad happened between the two brothers;

The result was that Max was expelled from his school and his relationship with Ruben was ruined;

Max said that Ruben came to visit him at school and started “acting like himself”: he made something bad, but we don’t know what;

After “breaking his mother’s heart” for being expelled (words from Armando), Max won a sort of scholarship for a European ballet school and chose to go to Paris;

Then, it happens all Lena’s stuff;

At a certain point Ruben comes back in Max life, “stealing” is brother baroque choreography and going at his school (and dancing with his chica);

In a dialogue, we discover that he and Max made a promise, but one of them broke it;

I think it was about not “entering in the other's territory”? Like, Ruben couldn’t go to Max boarding school and Max couldn’t go to a ballet school/found a hip-hop crew? 

I don’t know if I missed something or I just misunderstood things, if you can explain it to me, I’ll be happy to listen. 

Anyway, I have some main question about Max family: 

WHERE IS HIS MUM??

I mean, I assumed she lives in London, her son lives in Paris, it’s like an hour's flight… why she never shows up? 

Not even for his shows at Garnier? Not even when her son injured himself so bad that he ends up in the hospital and had surgery?

Is she dead? Is she ill? Like does she have cancer or something so bad that she couldn’t take a plane to go to visit her hurt son? In that case, I’m sorry for my cruel judgment.

But otherwise…I know that the others character parents never go to visit their children (the only exception were Dash and Thea’s mums), but I think that every parent would have shown up in case their child end up in a hospital.

Is she totally unaffectionate?

Because the quote from Armando: “I took Ruben to NY because he wasn’t admitted at Harrow and your mother couldn’t take care of him” sound pretty bad.

What happened between Max's parents?

I know that married couple living in different city/country due to work isn’t uncommon, so it wouldn’t have bothered me if some word in Max and Armando’s dialogue in season 1 hadn’t been said:

Armando said that his wife decided to take the boys back to London, and it sounded to me like he didn’t totally agree with that decision.

Max said something like “don’t speak about mum” as it hurts listening to his dad talking about his mum.

So, maybe I’m seeing drama everywhere, but it seems to me that something happened with Max's mum and/or between the parents.

My interpretation of that, after seeing that scene, is that Armando and his wife were divorcing, so Mum took her sons and moved to London (without Dad's consent, maybe, it’s sadly common in some difficult divorces). Both the boys were obviously traumatized by that, so Ruben started acting badly (so he wasn’t admitted at school) making his mum desperate and unwilling to take care of him? And maybe Max was angry with his father for leaving mum and them (and after, for taking Ruben to NY and leaving him in a boarding school)? 

Why are Ruben and Max hating each other?

Okay, they’re brothers, but we’re going a little too far, don’t we?

Maybe Max’s a little jealous of Ruben's talent and (again) because he was taken to New York with their father while he was in a British all-male boarding school and blah, blah, blah… okay, we get it.

But Ruben?

Maybe he is jealous because he’s not Armando's biological son? Because he thinks Armando would always choose his “real” son instead of him?

It could be, but I’m totally plotting things on this point

We know that probably Ruben was the reason for Max's expulsion from his old school, and I presume that their parents thought it was Max’s fault, but I don’t think that’s all the story.

I mean, I personally want to know more about this.

In conclusion, dear producers: you can’t just toss at us two brothers that literally want to punch one another without a real explanation and expecting us to just walk away with that.

So…tell me what you think. 

Sorry for the long post, and thanks for reading it! 

[wangxiangiftexchange]

Winter Solstice Gift for missyriver

This is for @missyriver, I hope you enjoy! Have a great holiday season!

Setting: During a cultivator’s conference with the goal to help rebuilt the prosperity of the Jin clan, Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan spend a nice evening in Lotus Pier.

*****

Wei Ying was bored.

Since he was only allowed to attend half of the meetings, Wei Wuxian found himself having lots of free time, and nothing to do to fill it. Well, not exactly. He could train with the disciples or go harvest the lotus seeds in the many ponds and lakes that surrounded the pier. He could galivant through Yunmeng with a bottle of liquor like he used to. But no matter how hard he tried, Wei Wuxian could not bring himself to do any of those things. The days when he could do such things with a free spirit were long gone and being in Yunmeng for such an extended period of time was bringing back memories. Memories of sunny days splashing through the lotus ponds with his shejie and harrowing days of training by his brother’s side. Memories of his adoptive parents’ dead bodies in the hall and the image of Jiang Cheng clutching Yanli’s dead body and looking at him, tears streaming down his face begging him to do something.

He shook the thoughts away. There was nothing he could do. What was done was done, and now he had to focus on what he had, not what he’d lost. But that proved to be much more difficult than he’d imagined. Every bit of Lotus Pier was covered in memories of his past life, and who he’d been before. And no matter how hard he tried, the memories still crept in.

Lan Zhan’s most recent meeting was supposed to end in an hour, so he still had a considerable amount of time to fill, and he’d be damned if he let it be filled with sorrowful musings. At this time of year, as the Dongzhi festival was approaching, all the shops would be selling their best dumplings, so Wei Wuxian decided that he would go into town to get some for him and his lover. On his way there, a light snow descended from the sky and he couldn’t help being reminded of that night he’d spent in Lan Zhan’s jingshi, after his reincarnation. A small smile made its way to his face at the thought. Even with all the commotion and emotional upheaval that had taken place after his reincarnation Lan Zhan had been there with him. By his side. And truly, he couldn’t have asked for more.

There had been a time when Wei Wuxian would have been one hundred percent sure that he would never like, let alone love, the cold and uncaring Lan Wangji. He laughed at the thought. How things could change. Now all that kept him going was the comforting sound of Lan Wangji’s voice and the safety he felt when he had his gentle lover’s arms around him. And perhaps, he thought, perhaps tonight he would show him just how much he meant to him.

When he spotted the dumplings that looked the most delicious, he quickly bought some and hastily walked them back to the room he and Lan Zhan had been given for their stay in Yunmeng. His lover wasn’t back yet, so he would have time to prepare a nice dinner for them to share. His earlier thoughts were all but wisps in his mind, now replaced with the thought of a nice evening alone with the handsome Lan Wangji. He truly was very lucky.

Once the table was nicely set up, Wei Ying took the liberty of pouring himself a cup of liquor while he was waiting. His musings were no longer centred on the people he had lost, and the hell he’d been through, but what he had. He still had Lan Zhan. And he didn’t have to wait much longer to see the face of the only person he could truly trust to come back.

Lan Wangji looked tired. It would seem that the days meetings had not gone as he had planned, and it was clear to Wei Wuxian that this little evening of relaxation was well deserved for his companion. Just by looking at the little creases in his lover’s delicate features and seeing his slightly less that perfectly straight posture, Wei Ying could tell that the day’s events had taken quite the toll on Lan Wangji. He would ask him if there was anything he could do to help, when the time came.

“Lan Zhan,” he called out, quickly getting up to greet the other man. “How was the meeting?” Lan Wangji’s eyes did a quick sweep of the room before coming to rest on Wei Wuxian. “Long.” He spoke quietly, placing his Bichen on the nearest surface and going to sit at the table that Wei Wuxian had prepared for them. “Let’s eat.” Wei Wuxian sat back down, now face to face with the handsome man. Although he hadn’t said anything about it, Wei Ying could tell that Lan Zhan had been pleasantly surprised by what he’d prepared. He had gotten so accustomed to being with Lan Wangji that he could almost read him like an open book. The thought made him smile warmly. Most of the time, he could tell exactly how his lover felt, and to have such a connection with another person felt very rewarding.

The meal went by in comfortable silence, broken only by the sounds of the wind blowing around the light snow outside and the clacking of chopsticks. The smells of candles and warm, freshly cooked dumplings filled the air. It was rare for the two to get such peaceful alone time and Wei Wuxian was very proud. But it wasn’t over yet.

As soon as they’d both finished their meals, he rapidly cleared the table before grabbing his lover’s hand and leading him to the docks that connected their rooms to the rest of Lotus Pier. “Let’s go for a walk” he suggested, and Lan Zhan nodded. At first, they walked in silence, and seeing as there was no one around, Wei Wuxian did not let go of Lan Wangji’s hand. After a little they arrived at one of the many dock endings located in Lotus Pier, where a small boat lay waiting for them.

“Since we were interrupted by Wen Ning last time, I thought that maybe we could go for a boat ride, just you and me.” Wei Ying offered, a warm inviting smile on his face. A small smile appeared on Lan Wangji’s face as he took a seat at one end of the boat.  Wei Wuxian then sat at the other end, grabbing a seal from inside his robes, and sticking it at the back of the boat. Slowly the boat left the dock, creating small ripples in the previously clear surface of the water. The night was slightly cold, but it wasn’t cold enough to freeze the ponds, although there was a light snow on top of the many lotus plants. “It’s been so long since I was able to truly enjoy the lotus ponds.” Wuxian said with a slightly saddened smile. “I remember when my shejie would invite me to pick lotus seeds with her, and we would spend hours in these boats, just having fun. Jiang Cheng was always jealous when we came back,” he laughed, “He would get angry at us for not inviting him, although he would never admit it. But the next time we forgot to invite him again, he would always throw a tantrum.” The small smile on his face had grown with the happiness of the memory, but there still lay sadness within his eyes.

Which Lan Wangji noticed. He promptly gathered a few Lotus stalks in his hands, before taking the seeds out and handing some to Wei Wuxian. “Thank you” he said, and Wangji just nodded, before returning to his previous sitting position, except slightly closer to the other man. “Wei Ying,” he whispered, his low voice laced with what Wei Wuxian had come to learn was love and adoration. “Lady Jiang would not want you to look on these memories with sadness.” Wuxian smiled. “Of course not. “Then he laughed. “She’d also be very happy that I am here with such a handsome man as yourself.” The light of the moon illuminated the faces of both men, making Wei Wuxian’s flirty expression very clear. Wangji pulled away slightly. “Shameless.”

“Lan Zhannnnn!” Wei Wuxian whined as he practically threw himself on top of the other man making the boat shake precariously. After a while of simply laying on Lan Wangji he picked his head up and looked straight into the eyes of his lover. “I am very happy to be here with you, Lan Zhan.” It wasn’t rare for Wuxian to be so plainly honest with his feelings in such a direct way, but every time he did it, it still made Lan Wangji’s heart beat a little faster than it did before. “Mn” he answered. No words would ever be able to summarize the amount of love he held in his heart for Wei Wuxian. It was the controlling force of his life, what he breathed for, what he woke up for, what he dreamt of. And it was finally his, after sixteen years.

He wasted not another second in thought, gently bringing his lips down onto Wuxian’s. His kisses were always soft and adoring, lest he hurt his love in any way. And Wei Ying’s response was immediate, securing his arms around Wangji’s neck and pressing his lips against Lan Zhan’s passionately, as if he were a dying man sharing his last kiss. Which he might as well have been with all the people out there who still wanted to kill him. But with Lan Wangji by his side, he could never be hurt by anyone anymore. He was happy, safe and loved.

After all, Wei Wuxian could never truly be bored with Lan Wangji by his side.

[firstknight]

IN THE THROAT OF THE ABYSS AKA. TRAPPED IN THE FADE. tw: mentions of child abuse, big angst

When left in the Fade to fend off the Nightmare, Alistair’s experience after ‘defeating’ the entity preying upon the Wardens is akin to the Harrowing seen in the mage origin. However, the tests of willpower are much less focused on challenging the risk of possession and more acting as a one-man feeding ground for the Nightmare.            Alistair is oblivious to the fact that he never actually slays the Nightmare, despite all appearances suggesting otherwise. If he did kill it, then the host of the plane in the Fade they are inhabiting would cease to exist... For a while, he wanders aimlessly, until trying to recover the spirit of the Divine who guided the Inquisitor but he finds no such luck for himself. Instead, he progresses (or even regresses) through various realms of the Fade that simultaneously exploit his worst fears; loss, failure, rejection -- to name a few, while offering superficial respite in the form of desire and sloth demons. In order to overcome a nightmare, Alistair has to kill the demon but in the form of who they are mimicking.              The nature of these realms are mangled interpretations of his memories and trauma, in some cases being ‘the worst possible outcome’. They are:

Bournshire Chantry. Less so is he himself -- as he was when he grew up in the Chantry, but instead a spectator of his younger self; the poignant alienation he felt and punishment inflicted upon him as a child. A lot of repetitious Andrastian imagery, amplifying feelings of guilt at how he compartmentalises his childhood and rationalises his abuse as ‘normal’, never wholly recovering from the shame instilled into him. A sloth demon poses as kitchen staff who were kind to him.

Ostagar. Initially he thinks he’s reached the Black City but it soon dawns on him that he’s reliving the betrayal of Loghain and death of Duncan. And directly experiencing the death of Duncan on the field, or at least how Alistair imagined his mentor to die (not far from the truth, in that it is heroic). Trying to save him and being powerless to do so. At times, a sloth demon adopts the appearance of Duncan, much like the Warden’s dream in Origins, who thanks Alistair for saving him after the Battle of Ostagar is won. 

The Fifth Blight. Or failing in killing the Archdemon. This nightmare can vary from a scenario similar to the Darkspawn Chronicles (in which he was the only surviving Grey Warden), to him being the sole survivor of the party after the Archdemon is slain and having to take on the crown of Ferelden.

The Warden’s Death. This can include a multitude of scenarios; the Warden’s ultimate sacrifice, submitting to the Calling, dying while trying to find a cure. The potency of these nightmares is only effective if Alistair is close friends or in love with them. If the latter, then a desire demon poses as the Warden, who has found a cure for the taint and offers the dream of a home and a family. After everything Alistair has endured in the Fade he, entirely aware that it’s a demon, accepts the fantasy but doesn’t become possessed due to being physically present in the Fade (thus in control of his body which acts as a ‘barrier’ from the susceptibility of his mind).

At this point, he would be saved. If not, then the final nightmare would be descending into the Deep Roads for the last time. But I won’t let that happen... I still need to think about how much time has passed at this point, but it wouldn’t be much longer than a week since he has no basic sustenance and the Nightmare is essentially regaining its power by leeching off his fear.            And yes... I made a mini mix for this verse.