I Love The Golden Girls.

literally no one is doing it like sam and jammer. they're always so smart and always coming to important conclusions in ways that make me lose my shit

YES THIS IS A FANFICTION MASTERPOST!!! All my Dragon Prince fics will be here for your perusal <3

One Shots

All the Colors of Before [tragic magefam sibs, sorvus, co-written with @honeii-puff]

A Family Recipe [clauderry, inbox trick-or-treating 2024, fluff]

The Wrong Confidant [janaya, inbox trick-or-treating 2024, fluff]

A Flammable First Date [sorvus, inbox trick-or-treating 2024, fluff]

Snow Day [rayllum, prompt ask, fluff, rayllum kiddos]

An Elf and a Mage walk into a bar [clauderry, prompt ask, fluff]

Snuggles & Snoozles [rayllum, prompt ask, fluff]

A White Wedding [janaya, prompt ask, janaya kiddos]

One Too Many Drinks [sorvus, modern AU]

What Can't Be [sorpeli, forbidden romance, bittersweet]

Modern AU

Two Birds on a Wire [magefam, sorvus, clauderry, viravos] (in planning stage)

TBD [crownfam, rayllum, broyals, virrow] (in planning stage)

TBD [ruthari, janaya, rayllum] (in planning stage)

TBD [sorpeli] (in planning stage)

TBD [sorvus, rayllum, clauderry] (in planning stage)

Katolis 99 [corsorpeli, janaya, rayllum] (in planning stage)

A Campus Christmas [sorvus, rayllum, fluffcember, holiday fluff]

Crossover AUs

Dragon Falls [The Dragon Prince x Gravity Falls] (in planning stage)

Primal [The Dragon Prince x Arcane] (in planning stage)

TBD [The Dragon Prince x The Scholomance] (in planning stage)

Alternate Timelines / Realities

The Book of Destiny [fanon arc three, OCs, rayllum] (in planning stage)

Remnants [sorpeli, magefam angst, post S7] (in planning stage)

Aftermath [sorvus, post s6, hurt/comfort] (complete)

Call the Darkness [soren-centric, post s6, angst] (complete)

it's quicker and easier to eat you young [sorvus, halfelf!soren, post S6, co-written with @honeii-puff] (in progress)

Foundations [sorpeli, post s7] (in planning stage)

TBD [magefam, crownfam, rayla & the broyals] (in planning stage)

Mercy [alt arc 1, rayllum, early redemption soren] (in planning stage)

Fandom Events

A Dangerous Profession [sorvus week 2024, hurt/comfort, sorvus]

Camp Songs [sorvus week 2024 young soren callum & corvus, camp katolis]

My mind is the place I can't escape your ghost [snake boi callum week 3.0, tragic rayllum, broyals]

The Right Choice [snake boi callum week 3.0, tragic rayllum, coin theory]

Third Time's the Charm [snake boi callum week 3.0, tragic rayllum, coin theory, claudia & callum]

I flew so close to the sun that I flew away from you [snake boi callum week 3.0, bittersweet rayllum, rayllum kiddos]

Hearts of Cinder [sorvus, sorvus week 2024, emotional hurt/comfort]

Whispers on the Wind [sorvus, poet soren, sorvus week 2024, fluff]

A Good Man With A Big Heart [sorvus, alt s6, sorvus week 2024]

I'll Wait For You (will you wait for me?) [sorvus, post s3, sorvus week 2024]

Matching Scars [sorvus, post s6, sorvus week 2024]

A Campus Christmas [modern au, sorvus, rayllum, clauderry, fluffcember 2024]

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I know I’ve featured this scene on the Nazi Punch of the Day, but this version seemed particularly timely given the ongoing attacks on education.

you have GOT to remember when watching the new doctor who that the question is not is this good. doctor who is only ever actually 'good' once a season at most. THE ONLY QUESTION IS is it fun, camp, and has aliens. also remember the worst doctor who showrunner is always the current doctor who showrunner. now go watch the new episodes as god intended like you're ten years old and still remember how to experience joy and whimsy.

One funny thing to me about across the spiderverse was that like. You KNOW Hobie doesn't fuck with cops. You KNOW he was standing there like chewing on the inside of his cheek Not saying anything really really insensitive about Miles' dad. Spider-punk went the whole film without oinking at anybody I think his restraint is commendable

Minor fable

In which Soren feels like he's breaking @sorinethemastermind This is payback for putting the whump into fluffcember Listen to Minor Fable by Luis Berra for extra immersion

Soren was tired. That was the one thing he had been sure of for a long time. 

Nothing else had been solid enough recently, more like a raging river. But now it was still, and he still wasn’t sure what was what.

A lot of Katolis was still staying at the camp outside the Banther Lodge, and Callum and Ez were leaving tomorrow, but for now, they were all staying in New Lux Aurea.

Soren had a tent to himself, which seemed like the manor of tents. It was quite large, and tall enough for him to be able to stand up straight in without his head hitting the top. There was a cot, elevated off the ground, a small desk with a chair, and a tall mirror on the desk, leaning against the canvas of the wall.

I should probably check on my cuts. He thought. He could feel the dried blood crusting around the cut near his jaw and the one on the side of his nose. Either was likely to scar, but he wasn’t completely sure.

He walked up to the mirror, looking at his reflection. A bit of blood was clinging to his hair, which was easy enough to pick out. There was another small cut severing his eyebrow, which was less of a new cut and more of the split of an old one, from the fall of Katolis.

That one was definately going to scar.

Stupid rock.

His mind wandered, which was dangerous nowadays. He had a habit of wandering back to moments he shouldn’t be lingering on, and this time was no different.

“Take my heart.” He had said to Viren.

“Soren, I- You know I can’t do that.” Viren’s eyes were… afraid. 

Soren didn’t remember ever seeing him afraid until then.

“You have to do it. You’ve been fine with doing it my whole life, just do it!” His grip tightened on the relic staff. “Why can’t you do it when it matters?!”

Soren glanced back into the mirror, but didn’t see himself.

Instead, he saw Viren’s reflection staring back at him, in the same clothes he was wearing when he casted the Hearts of Cinder spell. His eyes were dark voids, with streams of red pouring down his face from them.

“Soren,” His voice was warped beyond recognition, barely recognizable. “You are me. You will always have my blood flowing through your veins, and nothing you can do can or will ever change that.” His face turned into a sneer. “I should’ve taken your heart when I had the cha-”

Soren’s fist collided with the mirror, splitting it into dozens and dozens of pieces. A sharp pain split through his hand as he staggered back. His blue eyes looked back at him in the broken pieces of mirror, split over and over and over again.

His hand throbbed profusely, and looking down at it, he watched rivers of blood spill from his knuckles. Small shards of glass stuck out from the tender skin, coated in the dark red.

He didn’t even notice that he was crying until he felt his tears land on his hand, causing the cuts to sting.

Soren sat on the cot, curling inward whilst still holding his left hand out, so as to not jostle the glass wedged into it. Hot tears streamed down his face, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or from what he saw.

It might have been from both.

“Soren?” He heard a muffled voice from outside the tent.

Corvus.

“Yeah- uh, yeah come in.” He quickly wiped the tears off his face with the palm of his right hand. The last rays of daylight streamed into the tent as Corvus stepped in through the tent flap, and Soren could see his eyes darting around, taking in each bit of information that stuck out to him.

He also noticed his eyes go from the shattered mirror to his hand, still bleeding and dripping blood onto the ground.

Instead of asking the expected questions like What happened? and “Are you okay?”, he asked something else.

“Do you want help?”

Soren looked back at him, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows before silently nodding. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment.

Corvus sat down silently beside him, removing his bag from his shoulder and opening it. Soren’s gaze followed him, watching him pull out a roll of gauze and tweezers before gently taking his hand.

He turned his head away before Corvus started pulling the glass out, biting his inner cheek hard enough that it bled, filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood. He hadn’t said anything then, either.

Soren had counted about four pieces of glass before the pulling stopped. He had thought there was a lot more than that.

It had felt like it before the pulling, too.

He felt Corvus start to wrap his knuckles with the gauze after. Every touch was gentle, like a stream of water being poured over a blazing fire, calming the nerves in his hand.

Corvus always seemed to have that effect on him, somehow. Soren could never figure out how or why, though.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Corvus asked him, breaking the silence after he had tied off the gauze, wrapping around his wrist.

Soren shook his head, before leaning his head against Corvus’ shoulder. He didn’t even want to think about it, but the image of Viren looking back at him in the mirror, with a soulless void filling his eyes, was ingrained into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a moment, he saw it.

I should’ve taken your heart when I had the chance.

“Can you stay here tonight?” His voice was raw. He hated how the words made him sound like a child. But part of him knew he might not make it through the night if he was left alone.

Corvus nodded, and Soren felt him wrap an arm around his shoulders.

He felt like heated glass most of his life; bending and molding with everything that hit him. 

But the glass had cooled now. 

And he felt, if something else came swinging…

He’d shatter into a million pieces.

Thinking about whenever Corvus found out about the family photo Soren keeps.

Regardless if it was on accident or on purpose, I can imagine Soren being understandably emotional if something made him pull it out.

And Corvus, trying to make Soren smile, bumps him with his shoulder and says “Hey. You were a cute kid.”

And Soren sniffles and is like “Excuse you, I am still cute.”

And Corvus just goes “Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

Corvus: I am dating the dumbest man ever, but if anyone tries to take him from me, I'll slit their throat.

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

Watching as libraries and museums and history itself are put to the torch is harrowing and horrifying