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briaberri · 5 months ago
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“I dragged a hand over my face before going to Elain and touching her too-bony shoulder. ‘Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.’ ‘I can help her,’ said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing from his fingers as he extended a hand.”
I'm entirely pro Elain. But, before she was much featured in the text, I lived in the shadow camp. Full of questions, curious about details, intrigued by what was left unsaid, wondering about the quiet depths of a character born in the dark and held close to the chest.
Most the characters are on an arc of self-acceptance, self-worth, self-redemption. They're trauma-processing through the internalized lessons they've learned, that grind all of that into dust. They're trying to become heroes of their own stories. Az' captivated me with cues about the subtle subtext sensitivities in his character. He's not just looking for redemption, he's looking for an expression of his inner self that doesn't have an outlet in the world he lives in. One line sank him and his journey home in my heart: "I can help her." <3
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Azriel is a character whose most noted trait is his reserve and restraint (until it's not). Why? A sense of unworthiness, shame about his lineage, complexity regarding the blood on his hands, wrapped in a desire to nurture and shield others. He's a character that says a lot of love with very few words. I imagine the seeds of revelation and release that start to bud -- ripping the flesh of their long germination and turning their reach their tendrils to the sun -- when he not only tells the room but realizes to himself that he can help her. Not, 'kill for her', not 'torture her enemies', not 'avenge her', not 'burn down cities to her feet'. He can fight for her though peace, through resonance, through shelter, through soft care, through patience and companionship, through simple domesticity (yes please!), through the absolute opposite of every tool he's typically got access to exercise. His shadows are gone because this is Azriel, shining.
Call back to the vulnerability hinted at when he states that he'll teach Feyfey to fly.
Call back to Feyre, noticing how relaxed and at peace Elriel are in the garden, but his attire is so at odds with the naturality of their companionship there.
I wonder what a release it is for his character to finally take that restrained, true self -- not the one he developed and honed to survive the world as the creature he is -- and pour it into well-being, into life -- for someone vulnerable. Azriel wants to take care of a person with tenderness, gentleness, to shelter space for a shared blossoming wholeness that isn't proven by the ability to spill blood, banter, and hold it's own. This tells me mountains about his character, and how he sees value in others. I think he needed what he pours into her, in those early disorienting days. I think Az sees a kindred spirit without the help of a warrior's body. He wants to be a warrior for her broken spirit. Her broken spirit doesn't need bloodshed. I don't know what's more loyal than when love is born of empathy.
I imagine how deeply it impacted him to realize that he could help Elain, and what kind of slow dam rupture of hope began to spill. He couldn't help Mor. He was too young to help his mother. He couldn't help Rhys. He couldn't help the sisters facing the Cauldron. He feels responsible. Azriel doesn't condescend Elain. He feels awed by the gift of a chance to help her.
I see the moment a very young child holds a newborn for the first time with all the sacred, instant sense of responsibility, desire to help, and recognition that adults have words for, but they may not.
I see those cutsie photos of fawns curled up with dogs and such.
Azriel wants Elain to to restore and thrive, knowing the chaos, violence, and overwhelm of their world and all it's powers. He recognizes that for once, he can be instrumental in care. and that is irresistible, not just because he cares for Elain, but because this lets him walk in his true self. To not restrain. That's not selfish... it's truthful. So, he steps forward on the cusp of exposure, full of the reverence and hope at the advent that he's free to release shields, and offers his hands. It has with all the tremulous hope of a childling waiting for that crack of light under the door of a dungeon to open to sunlight -- who realizes this time, he can open it.
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smilenetwork · 2 months ago
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Now I’m without you
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abyssalzones · 6 months ago
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put me to work
[voice crack] hey guys I remembered how to draw
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finalbiohazard · 5 months ago
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Entanglement ; it's easier to indulge in violence than in softness...!
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bloodybellycomb · 1 year ago
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I genuinely mean it when I say that life becomes at least 30% more manageable whenever you allow yourself to become obsessed with something that is a little bit silly
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minthy · 8 months ago
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The Star Sanses,
with the Map of the soul: 7 song that I think it fits with them, Because I miss 2019.
(forgot to post these doodles here, yay)
Persona: Swap.
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"Actually I’m real good but a little uncomfortable,
I'm still not so sure if I'm a dog or a pig or what else,
But then other people come out and put the pearl necklace on me"
(Truth to be told, I have no idea what "swap sans" really is, He's just... well.. A swap, He doesn't even have a personality the silly, He just is there to fit for the plot of your AUs, heheh, Relatable)
Ego: Dream.
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"I go back every day, To me of yesterday,
To the life of giving up, I let myself go away,
But in this world, you know, There are truths unchanged,
Time rushes ever forward, There's no ifs, buts, or maybes"
(I don't think he can get over what happened, his heart is big and his ego is bigger than to let him ask for guidance and support, man release us)
Shadow: Ink.
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"I wondered everyday how far I'd go,
I came to my senses and I find myself here,
Yeah, hmm, shadow at my feet,
Look down, it's gotten even bigger"
(No matter how great high and mighty he's getting, the more the shadows of his past and constant need for stimulation are driving him to a point of despair and unsatisfaction, get a grip)
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yellowvixen · 2 months ago
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week 39: the sonic symphony experience
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scarapanna · 10 months ago
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This animatic has finally been finished!!
The quality took a big hit thanks to kinemaster's gigantic watermark, but at least that annoying thing is gone hsndfdb
Oh well, I guess it adds to the aestetic/silly
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antirepurp · 5 months ago
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You put me through that. Thought you would fix my mind.
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shameofokhasis · 7 months ago
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i’ll uncanny YOUR valley bitch
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briaberri · 5 months ago
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If Leon wrote it, I can Elriel-code it.
Just a dreamy kinda day💙🦋🌸🦇🌌😭
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squishykitty825 · 3 months ago
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Jason, amidst a heated argument with Bruce: Does my death mean nothing in this family?
Out of nowhere: "In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."
Jason: What the hell?
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Tim, low on sleep and caffeine trying to convince Jason to give him back his coffee: You think your time as Robin was bad, you never had to deal with Bruce after your death.
Jason: Maybe not. But I was a little busy being dead, Timbo.
"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."
Jason: Again?!
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Damian: Stop being so childish, Todd.
Jason: I died. I can do whatever I want.
"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."
Jason, now seriously confused and angry: WHO IS DOING THAT?!
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Dick whining to Jason about life after his death: You died. I didn't have anyone to talk to.
Jason: I'm so sorry my death was such an inconvenience to you.
"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."
Jason now infuriated with whoever is playing the song every time he mentions his own death: I AM GOING TO MURDER WHOEVER IS DOING THAT!
Jason storms off in search of the culprit, leaving Dick staring after him wondering what he's on about.
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tullecake · 3 months ago
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From between clouds being torn apart, my tears overflow. I clung to you tight as you slowly blurred away.
glow - keeno
felt kinda sad today, i love this song and them, so i doodled :D
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kleprer2 · 5 months ago
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LIVING WEAPONS;
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maranigai · 4 months ago
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Пылью под пологом голос мне полоза слышится. Полные голода очи-золото в пол-лица. Он зовет меня вниз: «Родная, спустись, Обниму в тридцать три кольца!»
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blu-ish · 4 months ago
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The chao dads ever tbh
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