Anyway Soren Stabbing Viren In The Front Represents Him Looking His Life Before In The Face, Looking

I love that, even thought Callum and Ezran were in a bad fight, Ezran still chose helping Callum over killing Aaravos (or his mortal form, anyway). Because his love is stronger than his hate and anger. His love for Callum and Rayla never faded--like the moon, it was always there. Just hidden, darkened by grief and rage.

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

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Please?

Okay... So like, I already named it, I have a plot idea, I have chapter title ideas...

Would anyone read a religious trauma focused Lambert x Aiden fic?

Them Wolf boys just got "raised Catholic" energy and somebody should do something with that

I don't care how it happens, Father Time sneezes and an upsy-daisy happens. The usual suspects are up to shinnanigans... Hob accidently breaks some magical macguffin. But I really want to see 1389 Hob and 2022 Hob get mixed up in time.

Just think of it, 1389 cocksure Hob with non of the hesitancy of his 2022 counterpart. Grabbing poor, unsure and touch starved 2022 Dream like, I don't know where I am, or what the f*ck that is...(Insert convenient modern appliance) But this pretty is mine and I'll personally rip a new one in anyone who tries to take him/hurt him/ makes him pull the sad, weepy eyes face...With zero moral fucks given.

And 2022 Hob with all that patience and wisdom he's built up over 600 years... Dealing with the petulant, man child of an Endless Dream was in 1389. Dream about to break into an indignant rant about who does this insignificant human peasant think he is! ? How very dare!! ... Only to immediately be put in his place by Hob in peak professor mode.

It can get put right eventually. But the potential scenarios are just to delicious. 😅

The universe knew Bobby’s second family needed to be full of cockroaches that can’t die and it gave him Athena and Buck specifically for that reason.

I wrote Part I of a self-indulgent fic about Sarai and Soren based on my post detailing my headcanons. If you like the excerpt below, feel free to read and support the rest of it here on AO3!

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Sarai lay in the bed, watching the royal physician closely as he examined the frail boy held in her arms. From the corner of her eye, she could see Lord Viren and Lady Lissa across the room with their hands interlocked, knuckles white with tension. No one said a word as the doctor placed a device against the child’s bare chest and brought it to his ear to listen. Not that he needed the instrument, in Sarai’s opinion. Every shaky breath that little Soren took was accompanied by a thick, crackling sound. The Head Crownguard gently ran a hand across the boy’s head to wipe away the feverish sweat that plastered the golden locks to his forehead. Soren was none the wiser of the movement around him, eyes screwed shut in a restless slumber.

Occasionally, one of Sarai’s recruits would ask her why she spent so much time cooped up in the bedroom of the High Mage’s son. She’d answer curtly that as a Crownguard, it was her duty to aid the people of Katolis in whatever way she could, including High Mage Viren and his family. Who was Sarai to deny a sick child company, especially when he asked so nicely?

It was no secret that Soren adored Sarai. She saw the way his face lit up when she walked through the door. On the good days, she’d play with him while his parents attended court or spent time with their daughter. Soren would grab his toy sword, and Sarai would grab his little dragon plushie, and they would take turns chasing each other around the room, playfighting.

During the bad days, she’d lay on the bed with Soren and tell him about the Crownguard. Sarai ensured that Soren knew he wasn’t expected to make conversation, or even keep his eyes open. She just spoke, and he listened or tried to sleep – and the only response to her stories would be the sound of soft wheezing. Sarai would stay with Soren long after he fell asleep, only getting up when his parents returned to take her place at his side.

Harrow, Lady Justice bless him, would check on her after every visit with Soren. He knew her history with the breathing sickness and how it affected her. She’d, of course, politely assure him that she was well and thank him for keeping an eye on Callum while she was unavailable. They’d stroll through the halls, and Harrow would tell her all about which area of the castle he had helped Callum explore that day.

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