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[screamingmorton]

Snowman bunny??

[honeii-puff]

I'll hang on 'till the chaos is through

In which Corvus, by order of King Ezran, starts to track the rouge group. Due to TDP s7 coming out today, we're releasing this chapter early! Co-written and edited by the wonderful wonderful @sorinethemastermind. I write the Corvus POVs, they write the Soren POVs Also on Ao3 and it has a playlist!

Corvus was just as good at covering his tracks as he was leaving them in the first place. That came in handy when making sure that only Rayla, Callum, Runaan, and Soren’s tracks were the only visible ones outside the window to the room Runaan had been in at the Banther Lodge.

“And you’re sure you didn’t see anything?” Opeli asked, staring at him, her eyes narrowed.

He nodded. “Soren and I finished our shift, and I told him to go to bed. I mean, I didn’t expect him to listen, but I also didn’t expect him to go and stage a breakout.”

She blew out a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We need an emergency council meeting.”

“I disagree.” King Ezran said, causing the both of them to turn and look at him.

“What?” Opeli raised her eyebrows.

“An emergency council meeting will only make people panic. We need to get them back as soon as possible.” He said, before looking at Corvus. “I need you to track them.”

Corvus looked back at the tracks that led from the ground under the window to the tree line, then back at King Ezran. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” His voice was firm– too firm to only belong to a 12-year-old. “My brother doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

That, Corvus agreed with him on. He knew that they didn’t know what they were doing, but he trusted them.

Probably more than he should.

He just hoped that they stayed safe.

That Soren stayed safe.

He knew about Soren’s self-sacrificial tendencies, and really hoped that he didn’t do anything stupid for the sake of protecting Rayla and Callum.

“I’ll pack my things.” He said to King Ezran.

“Thank you, Corvus.”

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Corvus ducked into Soren’s empty tent, glancing around. He had expected to find nothing, expected Soren to have at the very least grabbed his things, but he was wrong. 

In the corner of the tent was a small satchel that he recognized as Soren’s.

You have got to be kidding me…

He snatched up the bag, tucking it into his own before ducking back out of the tent and walking to one of the horses.

He recognized this horse from the stables– a dark brown horse with a black mane. His name was Buckeye, he recalled as he stroked the stallion’s mane.

Considering that Soren, Callum, Rayla, and Runaan had at least half of a day on him, the horse would help him to catch up.

In theory.

In reality, he didn’t bet on it. He was just glad to be able to ride a horse on solid ground again instead of another flying animal for once.

Without a second thought, he was off, weaving through the trees with Buckeye, carefully keeping an eye on the matted grass and footprints.

They seemed… heavier than normal footprints. Due to the observation of the prints prior, both of the elves walked lightly, leaving only a small indent on the ground behind them. Callum and Soren didn’t walk this heavy, either.

Were they making it easier for him to track them through the woods?

There’s no way.

If they were, then that was a very risky plan, all built on the hunch that he would be the one they sent after them.

He was the only tracker, though…

Probably less of a hunch than he originally thought.

Smart.

Buckeye knickered as they continued walking, weaving through the trees alongside the trail. The sun was high in the sky, but very little sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees, the foliage blocking out most of the light.

This was only the beginning.

[worthyprnce]

I'm very busy and very tired with my move to the new house, but as soon as I have time again I will finish my modern merwaine one shot, I promise. I feel like keep talking about it here will force me to really keep thinking about it, write it down and finally finish it and publish it

[puhpandas]

I learned yesterday that you can soften up polymer clay so its moldable by putting it in a ziplock/sandwich bag and running it under hot water and my life has been changed

[andromedasummer]

need one of my friends or coworkers to have a baby so i can have an excuse to knit and crochet and sew things

[giiszmo]

Potato soup for the heart pls if you have time to sit near a pot try this i promise its good even if you arent an irish peasant

i think i just fell in love with myself over the potato soup i made and i only just had a lil sip to see if anything is missing. So im sharing, if just for safekeeping Also this may seem like a lot of work but I have been doing this while simultaneously studying, so im kinda just sitting near the stove to make sure nothing boils over. But also it shouldnt since i never used more them medium heat.

1: Prepare Broth! i had about half a celery (the big round ones) and like 5 carrots (give and take 300g maybe?) as well as one onion (not a big vegetable one but a regular, white onion) and Rosemary Rosemary is my lover, she is in this with me together and without her i wouldnt be who i am as a person i have a pot of fresh rosemary in my kitchen and i will never ever live without her ever again i let the broth simmer all throughout the day yesterday and then kept it in the stove over night. The stove was off during the night tho, so like more of a cold tea approach after simmering for a couple hours prior

2: Boiling the potatos. Now you can just peel a bunch of potatos and toss them in some water. (I didnt measure or even count how many potatos i used. Just go with your heart.) And you will probably be fine. But! consider this: add a bit of salt, a teaspoon of instant broth (or some of the prepared one if you have enough) and Rosemary. I love her, still. Also i let them boil for a couple hours as well, on low heat because a) i need to mash them and the longer i boil them, the easier it is to mash them. And b) this way the potatos and the water really take in the flavour of the broth and rosemary. after the potatos are done, i took some of the water they were boiling in and got rid of the rest.

3: Mash. just mash the potatos. should be easy enough if they boiled for long enough. Once they are mashed, add the water you took off of them beforehand. Also, add in broth, so you get a pretty soupy consistency and mix it all together.

4: Soup. Technically you have soup now. I added some more chopped carrots, cause carrots and potatos are lovers and i could never seperate them. Also added some Wiener Würstchen, which you really dont need. I just always have them in my potato soup and im nothing if not a creature of Habit. You can also add more Rosemary, if you want. I didnt, for now. Also add some milk and butter. It makes the colour less grey-sludgy and more pale yellow. Also, butter is good for the heart (probably not) (it is if you love yourself tho) (if you're vegan this is the only part where you may need substitutes, margarine and oat should work fine, since its mostly for consistency and colour). Now let it simmer a bit longer, that way it thickens up a little. Also here you may taste to see if you need more salt, or smth. I added a bit of pepper but nothing else.

It is right inbetween the perfect potato soup my mom makes and lovingly prepared rosemary ovenpotatos. I think this is a love potion. If you are german and really love potatos, because you lived close to your grandma who is a little old fashion when it comes to food and makes potatos to just about everything. Honestly i would marry whoever makes me a good potatosoup without question. Extra: if youre feeling spicy, you can add currypowder, masala powder or even chili powder to it. Since its mostly potato and also already has milk (or similar) in it it can take quite a bit of spice without killing you. Believe me, i am white and have yet to die of Spicy Potato Soup.

If youre feeling under the weather or anything, just make this. Probably definetly the perfect food for Fall and Winter, but honestly i would eat it all year round. Its a hug in soup form. Which is not saying a lot since all soup is just liquid hugs. I really like soup. And rosemary.

[radlegowaffle]

love bluh bluh bluh

[vaporgrove]

microdosing switching to clip studio paint by only using it for comic speech bubbles

[bloo-the-dragon]

Since you're a dragon, what does your dragon sona look like?

This

and sometimes this

[unamused-kookaburra]

A co-worker found a big puddle on the floor from a leaking aircon vent and when she reported it to the managers over the earpieces, they just kept asking questions and for us to send them a photo while we gathered the buckets and signs.

Another co-worker said 'they really don't want to come downstairs, do they?' then made a joke about how they always try and solve problems over the ears and come down as a last resort saying 'oh a customer has a knife? How big is it? Do they seem aggressive?' and the rest of us took turns adding to the bit like 'how many times did they stab you? How bad is it? Do we really need to call an ambulance? Can you drive yourself?'

[honeii-puff]

And I flew like a moth to you

In which Corvus gets Soren to take care of himself, and overhears a rumor. Co-written and edited by the wonderful wonderful @sorinethemastermind. I write the Corvus POVs, they write the Soren POVs Also on Ao3 and it has a playlist!

As much as Corvus wanted to believe that everything was going to be fine, his mind stubbornly refused to let him do so.

Especially seeing the condition of, well, everything. 

Thick pillars of smoke rose in the distance from the ruins of Katolis, and the heavy smell of cinders hung in the air.

He hadn’t seen Soren since he and King Ezran had arrived, and the blond immediately disappeared after he and the king had talked. Dried blood had been crusted on the side of his head, edging his hairline, and he looked worse for wear.

Corvus wanted to make sure he was okay.

It was a good thing he was a tracker, and that Soren’s boots had a different tread than the rest of the standard-issued boots the guards had.

The trail of Soren’s footsteps led all over the encampment, weaving in and out of tents and around campfires, his trails overlapping at times. 

After a bit of searching, Corvus was able to find the end of the trail that led to Soren, several paces outside of camp, collecting firewood.

“Soren?” He jumped, nearly dropping the bundle of sticks as he turned around on his heel, leaving a semicircle indent in the dirt.

“Hey, Corvus.” Soren smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his sky-blue eyes.

Corvus’ eyes went to the dried blood still caked to the side of his face. “You should really get that checked.”

He shook his head, crouching down to get more sticks. “We’re already low on supplies as it is. I’ll be fine.”

Which, from what Corvus knew of Soren, was code for “I don’t want to be a burden by deciding to get much-needed healthcare.”

“Soren-”

“It’s fine, really, Corvus.”

“Put the sticks down.” He crossed his arms, looking at Soren.

“What?” Soren arched an eyebrow, the one with a new cut going through the edge of it.

“Put the sticks down,” Corvus repeated, and he let out a sigh, setting the sticks on the ground. “Okay, okay. I put them down.”

He walked over to Soren, squeezing his shoulders lightly. “Take a deep breath.”

Corvus could feel the exhaustion radiating off of Soren as he took a shuddering breath.

“Now, tell me how you’re feeling.”

Soren paused for a moment, glancing from the ground to Corvus. “Well, stressed, for obvious reasons, my head hurts-”

“-Probably from the gash in your head.” Corvus cut in.

“Yeah, yeah. And… really tired.” He finished, letting out another shaky breath.

“You need to let yourself be taken care of, Soren,” Corvus said to him. “You need to eat, you need to sleep, and you need to get your head patched up so it won’t get infected. I’ll take care of the firewood, you go see Opeli.”

“But-” Soren started.

“No. Go see Opeli.” He pulled him into a hug. Soren sunk into his arms, burying his face into Corvus’ shoulder.

“I missed you.” He admitted, his voice muffled.

“I missed you, too.”

——————————————————————

Corvus set the bundle of sticks down near one of the campfires. Several members of the guard were sat around this one, each with varying amounts of injuries.

It wasn’t as bad as he was expecting, though.

“Hey, Corvus!” One of them–Corvus was sure his name was Dale– shouted, and Corvus glanced at them. “Want to join a bet?”

“What’s it about?” He raised an eyebrow. Corvus wasn’t sure why they were betting at this time.

“The captain’s tattoos and what they’re of.”

He frowned. “Soren has tattoos?”

“Right?” Dale tossed a stick into the fire. 

“Thought he’d be too much of a pussy to do it.” One of the other guards– Jayce– said, earning laughs from around.

Corvus wasn’t amused.

“Well, if he’s a pussy then I’d hate to know what that makes you.” He deadpanned. “Especially considering he’s ridden a dragon more times than you’ve managed to shoot a bow properly.”

A round of oooh’s came from everyone else, leaving Jayce red in the face.

Corvus left the campfire after that, but in the back of his mind was left a lingering thought.

Since when did Soren have tattoos?

Up ahead, Corvus noticed a small commotion between tents. He saw Callum, Soren, King Ezran, Rayla, and another elf that he didn’t recognize. 

He didn’t know when Rayla had arrived, but it seemed to have been quite recent.

“-e’s Rayla’s father, Ez-” Callum’s voice was cut off by King Ezran.

“He killed Dad!” He argued.

Corvus looked at the elf as he approached from beside Soren. 

He’s the one who killed King Harrow?

Not that he didn’t think the elf was capable of it. Quite the contrary, actually, he seemed alarmingly capable.

“Ez-” Rayla started.

“I want him arrested,” King Ezran said, looking at Soren. Callum and Rayla followed his gaze.

Corvus watched as Soren blew out a breath. “Yeah, um, alright. By order of the King of Katolis, you are under arrest for the murder of King Harrow.” He stepped behind Runaan, tying his wrists behind his back with rope. He didn’t fight it. “Uh- where are we putting him?”

“Clear out one of the tents and post two guards.” King Ezran said, his gaze still fixed on Runaan.

“Yes, sir.”

[reyalvr]

not avatar related but this song is so hunger games/tbosas coded i’m so srs like … AUGH i’m so excited for november <\\3

[lezarus]

im not enough of a succession fan to make it myself but i think a roy family eat your young amv would slap. anyone who fancies it can have that one for free

[nonuggetshere]

ik this isnt gijinka but in the case that is is, im just imagining her fuckin dropping to her knees

It's okay, plants can have knees

Also I continuously flip flop between imagining things in gijinka and bug versions

[litrallytyrus]

new hozier so good i fell to my knees

[illbecreativelater]

I’m having a normal one