#Familiar: Corvus.

[godhymns]

Tag Drop PT. 3

[stuck-in-jelly]

04x09 / 06x02

Rouges being soft for their not boyfriends and hugging them back

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

[tricksterringmaster]

little snack comic with corvus, part 31 👀

comic tag | parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / ?

thank you for all the comments again, it''s really nice to have these conversations with you about the story! 🥺❤

[hashiruchan]

Headcanon: What subjects would Primarchs teach in high school?

(Based on subjects I had in high school or am familiar with)

This is my first Warhammer 40k headcanon, I hope you like it :'3 It comes with some quick sketches

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Roboute Guilliman – Economics/Business Administration He is usually strict because it is his duty but he helps his students from time to time, everyone loves him

Vulkan – Civics and Ethics His class focuses on kindness, responsibility, and community service. Everyone gets an A, but he expects you to do your best.

Konrad Curze – Student Supervisor (Hall Supervisor/Dean of Students) No one dares break the rules when he is around. His office is dimly lit and no one knows how he always catches the students before they even think about misbehaving. What could you expect from the Night Haunter?

Corvus Corax – Physics He would make any class interesting, he is sad to fail students and he loves them like they are his children

Lorgar – Religious Studies Somehow, every lesson becomes a sermon and 20 ways to pray to the Emperor

Mortarion – Chemistry The lab always smells funny. An expert in handling toxic gases, the students suspect he is immune to all dangerous substances. Strict

Leman Russ – Physical Education "You're not tired! You're just weak! Keep running!" Gym class is less about fitness and more about survival.

Fulgrim – Philosophy Every discussion ends with an impassioned monologue and the students leave questioning their entire existence thinking what perfection really is. Typical handsome but ruthless teacher

Perturabo – Workshop The assignments are almost impossible. If your project isn't reinforced with adamantium and designed to withstand artillery fire, it's not good enough.

Jaghatai Khan – Biology He loves explaining evolution and animal physiology, he likes to talk about horses a lot, he would be a very funny teacher.

Rogal Dorn – Law/Government Studies He follows everything to the letter, very calculating and always remembers everything he and his students say in every class. Every assignment must be structured like a legal document.

Ferrus Manus – Engineering Very practical. "If you can't build it with your own hands, you don't deserve to use it." Students who present blueprints without actual prototypes are judged harshly.

Angron – Math No one understands why he is so angry when explaining basic algebra, He throws chalk at students who can't solve equations fast enough, don't blame him deep down he is good.

Magnus the Red – Psychology He knows what you are thinking before you say it. "I understand your trauma better than you do" he says. There are very intense debates in class and to calm them down the students leave with mild headaches.

Horus – Language and Literature (English/Literature) Charismatic, good, helps his students and motivates them to be better every day, everyone's favorite without a doubt.

Alpharius – Substitute teacher for any subject "Wait, weren't you teaching biology yesterday?" No one knows how many of them actually exist, I'm actually Alpharius

Lion El'Jonson – History Classes about wars always have a suspicious lack of details about his own past. "We don't talk about certain events. Let's move on…" he doesn't stop talking.

Sanguinius – Fine Arts Every class feels like a divine experience. Students often leave inspired… or in tears. No one wants to disappoint him, he always strives to make his classes relaxing, stimulating and creative for them, he would spend all night cutting out paper flowers to hand out the next day.

[teaweltzer]

Ahahahah Sprout failed a WIS save and FINALLY remembers her life before (and her death). and unfortunately in the middle of a room with a lot of people at a social event- while wild shaped as a raven- and her mushrooms have taken over so she doesn't flip

Context our party warlock is from her hometown and they had 'disappeared' 10 years ago when she was like 6. And when Sprout died she lost all her memories. So Magpie changed their hair color to brown to not stand out, which is their original hair color. So I was like 'hey DM, does this seem familiar to Sprout at all." I was hoping to fail the Wis save and I did! (It's hard when her save is +8)

So she remembered Magpie as Corvus- them dying and time reversing. Remembering her bff Paloma (who is Magpie's little sister). Remembering getting cut down by a sword that's similar to our fighter's (Inquisitors swords) and dying ✨ all in a place that's not opportune to have a breakdown so that's why her mushrooms are handling things right now

[jackalwolfsoul]

Ideas that I've got for my Modern Day AU for the Primarchs

Pet names that the Primarchs call their neighbor:

1. Konrad Kurze: Princess. He calls her such to get under her skin to rile her up. He still wants to see the fierce spirit that caused her to kick and stab him in that order. Learned that day that not every baseline runs when scared. Some bare their teeth.

2. Leman Russ: Járnleikr. He gave her the name the day she broke a training sword on him. He thought, 'Hey, why not blow off some steam with a spar since you had a bad day at work?' Still finds it funny.

3. Vulkan: Ruby. Calls her such because of her auburn hair. Calls her other names but Ruby is his favorite.

4. Mortarion: Rose. He's fascinated by the flowers and plants she keeps in her garden and her home. Has stolen a cactus from her kitchen at least once or twice. Don't tell anyone.

5. Angron: Pipsqueak, My Serenity, or My Warrior. When she's calm, he's able to have some semblance of calm. But when she's riled up, he knows her fierce spirit will put on a show. Especially on game night. A few tables have been broke in the process over a game of Monopoly. Calls her Pipsqueak because he likes to see her get all flustered at being called short.

6. Sanguinius: Pretty bird. Likes listening to her tell stories or just to hear her talk. He thinks her voice sounds pretty.

7. Horus: Feral. He decided to give her the name after he figured out that she could shift into any animal, despite the drawback of the ability.

8. Magnus: Little Spark. Finds it adorable that she likes to share the ideas she has, especially when she has too much caffeine.

9. Perturabo: No pet names yet. Isn't too sure about her yet.

10. Guilliman: He's indifferent about it. He's not sure what to call her. So, for now, he's just content to call her by her name.

11. Lion El'Jonson: He's a bit indifferent about her. He'd rather address her by her name than a pet name.

12. Corvus Corax: Crow. He ended up walking in on her while she was looking through one of her doom boxes for a project to work on. He finds out she's got several doom boxes. And even more back at her parent's house. She warns him not to open any doom boxes.

13. Furlgm: Orchid. He thinks she's beautiful in her own way. Slowly comes to learn because of her, that not everything can be perfect, especially after learning how she got one of her scars.

14. Rogal Dorn: Prefers to address her by name. Likes the familiarity of doing as such. May give her a pet name later on, but for now, he's content on calling her by her name.

15. Jaghatai Khan: Bumble bee. He's amused by her seemingly endless energy, especially when she's had at least two energy drinks. He's glad she had the restless energy when Fulgrim brought the Furby into the house.

16. Lorgar: My light. Does this guy need an explanation as to why he chooses to call the neighbor girl that?

18 and 19: Alpharius/ Omegon: Enigma. They call her that because she figured out how to tell them apart. It still baffles them to this day

[limeekak]

Corvus' hand not letting go of his shoulder from the start until Claudia appeared ugfusgdhh 💔

and also the difference in the two's reaction, how Corvus reacts more quickly in alert while Soren seems more “familiarized”/without reaction to being face to face with her

[sorinethemastermind]

Aftermath

In which Corvus searches for Soren in the aftermath of Katolis' destruction.

 They had fled to the forest while the fire consumed their homes, hoping that the trees would shelter them from the gaze of the rampaging dragon up above. The woods had obliged, but they did not feel welcoming as they usually did. Even now, nearly a day after the attack, the wildlife had not returned and the trees were eerily silent. Smoke hung heavy in the air.

 King Ezran had insisted that they ride directly back, and so they had; riding hard through the day and into the night. Now, as dawn’s light began to peek through the leaves above, Corvus took in what remained of the people of Katolis. Battered and bruised at best, and at worst… Corvus didn’t want to think about that. Especially when he had yet to find him.

 He knew Soren. Knew that his fellow Crownguard would have pushed someone out of the way of an oncoming blast without a second thought. Some might call it bravery, and it was, but Corvus knew that it was also something else. And that was what made him worried. 

 He hadn’t wanted to leave the king’s side, not when the castle still smoldered on the hill above them and the dragon could be anywhere. But Ezran had insisted that he go and help where he could; had said that he and Opeli would be fine on their own, if only for a little while. And then the pair of them had disappeared further into the camp to offer what aid they could to those who needed it most. By the way the king looked at him before he left, Corvus thought that perhaps he knew.

 And so Corvus had gone first to the hastily erected tent that was now serving as a hospital. It had been filled to capacity; understaffed and in need of assistance. He had offered help where he could; changing a bandage here, fetching something there. All the while keeping his eyes open for Soren, who had undoubtedly thrown himself directly into the line of fire. But despite the many guards filling the tent, their armor dented and smeared with blood and soot, Soren was not among them.

 Everyone seemed to have seen him, but no one knew where he was. One guard said that he had been on the wall when the dragon attacked. Another said he had been in the courtyard, helping a trapped civilian. One even said they’d seen him enveloped by dragon fire.

 Corvus pushed through the thought and the flaps of the tent and out into the steadily growing light. The man had probably been mistaken. Or, perhaps, if he wasn’t…

 Corvus didn’t have the heart to check the mortuary, yet.

 He wouldn’t be in the hospital, Corvus rationalized. He would be out on patrol, busying himself with one task or another. Helping where he could, as he himself was supposed to be doing. But Corvus couldn’t focus on anything so long as he didn’t know where he was. Everytime the flaps of the tent had opened to admit someone in need of assistance he had forgotten what he was doing to look up, holding onto the hope that it would be Soren coming in from the encampment, battered but still smiling.

 He walked through the forest, scanning every gathering of survivors for the familiar slope of Soren’s shoulders and the stoic smile he knew he’d be wearing. But, though he did manage to spot a few fellow Crownguards, his friend wasn’t among them. 

 Corvus’s feet carried him to the edge of the wood, where it led up to the castle, smoke still rising from it’s demolished parapets. Some of the rubble had fallen down the side and littered the forest floor. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt down to pick up a small chunk of masonry. The castle may not have always been his home, but it had been becoming one. 

 “Corvus?”

 The voice was weary and raw, but Corvus would have known it anywhere. He spun to the side, staring up the path that led to the remains of Katolis. There was blood in Soren’s hair and drying onto his face armor, and he was smeared with soot and dirt. But it was him. 

 He gave Corvus a weak smile. “I thought you were supposed to be eating cake and dancing or something.”

 Corvus ignored him, crossing the distance between them in a few steps and throwing his arms around his friend. Soren stumbled back a step, arms going out in surprise for a moment before they closed around him in return. 

 “I’m glad you’re here.” he mumbled into Corvus’ shoulder. 

 “Me too.”

 Soren’s grip tightened around him and Corvus heard his breath hitch. Pulling back, he looked up at his friend. 

 “You’re hurt.” Corvus’ gaze drifted up to Soren’s hairline, where fresh blood continued to ooze from a gash on his forehead.

 “It’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

 “You’re going to get an infection.”

 “I’m fine.” Soren assured him.

 “I’m going to get something. Stay here.” Corvus turned to go, but Soren’s hand caught his wrist before he had taken more than a few steps.

 “Don’t go.”

 Corvus paused, turned back. The smile flickered back onto Soren’s face as he looked.

 “I, uh. They need the supplies more.” 

 Corvus hesitated.

 “Please.” Soren said.

 He stayed. 

 They sat on one of the larger pieces of rubble that had reached the forest floor, leaning against each other for support. Corvus could feel Soren’s hair tickling his cheek. He reached up to brush it back behind the other man’s ear and his fingers came away sticky and tinged with red.

 “Soren.” he said, looking down at his hands with concern, then back to his friend. “Please let me look at that.”

 “We don’t have many supplies.” He replied. “The others need it more.”

 Corvus knew this wasn’t a fight he’d win. He sighed. “Then we’ll make supplies.”

 Before Soren could argue he stood, turning to face him again, and tilted his friend’s head up so he could see the wound more clearly. Soren stared up at him, their eyes locking. But Corvus wouldn’t be distracted. Tilting the other man’s head to the side, he inspected the gash more closely. 

 It wasn’t especially deep, thankfully. But there were bits of debris in it that were stopping it from healing properly. 

 “Hold still.” Corvus instructed, taking off his scarf and wrapping one end around his hand. “This is going to sting a little bit.”

 “I can handle- Ow.” Soren hissed. 

 “I told you.” Corvus did his best to be gentle; carefully using the fabric to dab at the wound until it seemed mostly cleaned. “There. Better?”

 “I mean, you just spent a while poking it, so not really.”

 Corvus shook his head. “You’ll thank me later.”

 Taking the clean part of the scarf, he wrapped it around Soren’s head a few times before tying it into a knot at the back. “There. Now you have a bandage.”

 “I think you mean a bandana.”

 “No. I mean a bandage.” Corvus fussed with the scarf again, worried it would come loose. “Just don’t play with it, okay? It might come undone and then-”

 Soren reached up and placed his hand over Corvus’, holding it to the side of his head. “Okay.”

 Corvus looked down at his friend of two years. It was hard to reconcile the man before him with the same one who had hit him with a rock, tied him up, and called him a traitor. He had come so far. Corvus wanted to tell him how proud he was but couldn’t find the words.

 “Okay.” he replied, waiting for Soren to drop his hand. But he didn’t.

 “Okay.” he repeated instead, standing up, hand still clasped over Corvus’. They were eye to eye now, faces just inches apart. Corvus leaned in, and he kissed him. 

 It was stupid, really. A really stupid thing to do. Stupider than any nickname Soren had tried to give him over the years. In his surprise, Soren had dropped his hand, and Corvus tried to take it back, beginning to step away. 

 “I’m sorry.” he began, feeling clumsier than he ever had. He backed away, nearly tripping over a chunk of masonry.  “I didn’t mean to-”

 Soren stepped forward, hands clasping around his waist, and pulled him close again. “Well, I do.” he said, and he kissed him again. For real, this time, hands tightening across his back as he held him.

 After a long moment they broke apart, and Corvus looked at his friend. No, more than his friend. Soren’s eyes seemed to sparkle and he smiled. A real one, this time.

 “Hey, that’s not part of your Crownguard duties.”

 They jumped away from each other, both of them nearly falling backwards over the chunks of debris that still littered the floor. Ezran stood a few steps away, one eyebrow raised playfully in their direction.

 “Oh, yeah. So, uh… This... this is a thing now.” Soren gestured between the pair of them, then paused, looking at Corvus. When he didn’t disagree, Soren nodded. “Yeah, this is a thing now.”

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

S7 ep 1 compliant mini fic with established Corvus (Cause Sorens face was bloody in one scene and clean in the next one somehow)

Maybe a bit similar to the one I posted a few days earlier, but who cares.

"Oh, right. Right! Because I'd be dead!"

Corvus could only shake his head at Sorens antics. Not without smiling though. The relief of seing him alive was strong, and gave him enough energy to stay on his feet even after the long day followed by flying for hours.

Though seeing the castle like this really was terrible. They had seen the smoke from far away already, and it wasn't much better up close.

Their capitol. Their castle. The home of Ezran, Callum and Soren. And well, after two years also his home, though this was obviously much worse for his friends who had grown up here. But Ezran was with Callum for the moment, so he could focus on Soren.

"Opeli is on the way to the Banther lodge with most people." Soren said while keeping his arm around Corvus shoulder. "I stayed here with some guards to keep the fires under control and look for uhh... stuff."

"You mean anything salvagable?" He didn't mentioned the ever so slight shaking of Sorens hand on his shoulder. Or the quite trembling of his voice. It would most probably just lead to Soren closing his walls.

"Yeah. Yeah! That. Also Barius and some others are going to the sorrounding towns for supplies and help to set up cam- what are you doing?"

Corvus had put his hand up to Sorens face. Unable to ignore the blood on the blonde mans face and hair any longer. He turned around to properly face his partner, Sorens hand not leaving him but sliding on his other shoulder instead when he moved.

"What happened?", Corvus asked. Lightly tracing his thumb over the streak of blood going through Sorens eyebrow. He didn't flinch so either he had pushed the thought of injuries to the back of his head, wouldn't be the first time, or it wasn't as bad as it looked. Corvus guessed for both, head wounds were nasty bleeders after all but Soren was also extremely stubborn and ignorant about his own wounds at times.

"Oh that?" Soren took his hand of his shoulder to poke his own forehead, with a bit more force than Corvus liked him to do. "Right. A flying stone hit me. Not as in the Stone knowing how to fly. Just a stone from the rubble flying into my face."

Corvus hummed while taking Sorens hand away from his face with his own to stop the poking. He would probably hear the whole story later. After everyone had time to collect themselves a bit.

His free hand started looking through his pockets while not letting go of Sorens in his other hand.

"So how was the wedding? Probably fancier than a burning castle. Though it was a sunfire elf wedding, so maybe they have some traditions about burning stuff?"

"Not exactly.", Corvus answered. You could probably say that Queen Janais relationship to her brother burned to ashes, but that would be a pretty rude oversimplification of the matter. He could also still feel the bruises from when Karims followers captured him during the battle. "The wedding is a... long story."

"Later?", Soren asked.

"Later.", Corvus agreed.

Finally he found the clean handkerchief he usually kept on him. Though honestly surprised it was still there and clean after everything. And finally Soren showed a reaction to his wounds when Corvus reached up to his forehead again.

"Ah." Soren's face flinched. Corvus might have not even noticed if he hadn't spend so much time of the last two years studying the other man. "You don't... have to. It's dried anyway."

For a moment Corvus wanted to ask if he was okay, but... that question seemed senseless in the current situation. But he could see that the adrenaline was starting to leave Sorens body. And there was a look in his eyes that was all to familiar to Corvus.

Right. Lord Viren was in the dungeon while Katolis had burned down. So what happened to him?

"We should still clean it up.", Corvus settled on. He let go of Sorens hand to cup his face instead in both hands, looking into blue eyes.

Sorens skin was warm, which confused Corvus a bit. His partners skin was usually ever so cold, but now warmth was somehow streaming from his body into Corvus hands.

"Your warm.", Corvus stated. "Do you have a fever?"

"Heh, well, most people would probably call this a normal body temperature."

Soren tried to crack a smile, but Corvus just raised an eyebrow.

"It's just from... the fire. Well. Kinda. But it's wearing of already." Soren laid one of his hands over Corvus', as if to prove it, even if his hands were usually even cooler than the rest anyways. "Everybody who was here is running hot right now. But as I said. It's wearing of already. You're gonna have your walking iceblock back soon enough."

There was obviously something Soren was leaving out in his story, but Corvus decided it would be better to talk about this later. As well as the unavoidable topic of wether Viren was dead or alive.

Later, Corvus thought. Later was good.

He ran his right thumb over Sorens eyebrow again, rubbing some dried blood of in the process. Soren responded by lowering his head until their foreheads meat.

"I... I'm...", Soren stuttered.

"It's okay. I've got you."

He could feel Sorens other hand landing on his shoulder and gripping on to him.

"I know."

"But now, really, let's find some water to get all that blood of your face."

"Hm, okay. Yeah. You're probably right."

"It's also in your hair."

"WHAT?" Soren promptly jumped back to check his hair. "Why did not nobody tell me?!"

[stuck-in-jelly]

Crack AU where Soren gets transported to a modern AU world Enchanted style

He runs into a different version of Corvus who is VERY confused and nervously promising his boss he has no idea who the guy outside in full larping gear waving at him is

[aria-bun]

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

In which Soren gives in.

“-oren… Soren!” 

Soren blinked his eyes open, his gaze landing on Terry, who was hovering above him. His mind was groggy, but his surroundings quickly came into focus as he sat up.

“What’s going on?” His mouth was dry, like he had swallowed sand or slept with a sponge in his mouth.

“Um… There are elves approaching, and they don’t look friendly.” His accented voice had a slight quiver to it, his eyes darting around.

Soren’s hand went to his sword, which lay beside him. “Did you get Corvus?”

“Right here.” He looked up, seeing the other man perched in the tree above him. “I can see them from here, and I’m pretty sure they can see us.”

“Wonderful.” Soren got up, stretching his back before twirling his sword. The leather grip dug into his palm snugly, the feeling ingrained into his brain from the hundreds of times he’d done it before. “How many?”

“Just under a dozen, as far as I can tell.” Corvus lept from the thick branch he had been perched on, landing in a crouch on the grass before straightening beside Soren.

“Against the three of us?” Terry’s eyebrows furrowed worriedly. “Are we sure that’s a good idea?”

“We’ve just gotta be optimistic, Ter.” Soren nudged the elf’s shoulder. “It’ll be a walk in the woods.”

Corvus frowned, pulling his dreads back into a ponytail at the base of his neck and out of his face. “That’s not the saying.” 

“I’m adapting it to our surroundings. We aren’t exactly in a park.” He gestured to their surroundings, which were full of Xadian trees.

“Maybe we can just run? Find Pyrrah and fly back to Evrkynd?” Terry suggested, and Corvus shook his head. 

“We don’t know where she is right now, and if we move, she won’t know where we are when she gets back.

The bird– King Harrow (Soren had to get used to that)– squawked loudly, getting their attention as the aforementioned group of elves made their presence known very abruptly.

Arrows dug into the trees behind them, causing the three of them to duck and King Harrow to fly up into the branches in one of the trees, still squawking.

The elves flooded out from the trees– Earthblood elves, by the look of their antler-like horns and the shades of green in their hair.

Corvus swung his chain hook at one of them, the chain wrapping around the elf’s legs and effectively tripping them while Soren blocked an incoming blow from one of their staffs.

He had thought– with all the stuff happening at Evrkynd as said in Ezran’s letters, that elves would be more… neutral to their presence. Not friendly, but also not trying to hurt or kill them for simply just existing nearby.

Guess he thought wrong.

More elves spilled from the trees around them, and a quick glance over counted a minimum of fifteen, with more approaching.

Against the three of them.

There was a small, familiar tug in his chest as he knocked down another elf. It had been there, stirring since Katolis fell. Since Viren had casted Hearts of Ciner on him and everyone else in Katolis.

He wasn’t sure if everyone else had felt it– if they did, nobody ever spoke up about it– but he knew exactly what it was and wanted nothing to do with it.

Dark magic.

The feeling lingered, continuing to tug at him as he blocked more incoming attacks.

Looking around again, Soren could quickly seeing the three of them running out of options. There were over two dozen elves in the small clearing now, backing them up against the edge of the trees.

The magic called to him, the tug getting more persistent, almost as if it was sensing their narrowing options.

Save them, it seemed to whisper, but he couldn’t tell if it was the magic or himself saying it. Save them.

He had to. It wasn’t a descison based on want anymore. They were out of options and outnumbered however many to the three of them.

He had to.

Hands of Shadow. He thought. He remembered seeing Claudia using the spell, years ago. They were just kids, and she had used to grab a book off a high shelf, the shadowy hand coming from the shadows hidden behind the light.

Darkness wasn’t the absence of light, but the opposing force because of it. He remembered hearing Kpp’ar say once. Nature calls for balance. Everything has an opposing force. That doesn’t make the opposite of something bad, just opposite.

And when the tug came, Soren tugged back.

His hand pressed against the bark of the tree behind him as the words slipped out of his lips like oil.

“Wodahs fo sdnah.” The voice was his, but it also wasn’t. 

The shadows of the trees around them morphed into hundreds– thousands of hands, pulling at the elves and forcing them back into the treeline, against their numerous protests. 

Even out of sight, he could feel the shadows pulling them further away from the clearing, the energy thrumming through his veins.

He hated how good it felt.

“Soren!” The feeling of a hand on his shoulder snapped Soren out of it, and it all hit him at once. Exhaustion dragged at his bones, and he would’ve fallen over if Corvus hadn’t dragged his arm over his shoulder, supporting him.

Terry looked between the two of them, his face paler than it was before.

Straightening, Soren looked between Terry and Corvus. “Nobody hears about this.”

He didn’t want to think of everyone’s reactions to him using dark magic. Not one bit.

“Erm… It might be a bit hard to do that.” Terry winced slightly, and Soren raised his eyebrows.

Corvus reached out and brushed a bit of his bangs, which, due to Soren neglecting to cut them, now reached down to his jaw while the rest of his hair had grown to the middle of his back.

Soren pulled at the small section Corvus had touched, looking at it before immediately letting go out of shock.

It was white.

Oh no…

Soren backed away from Corvus and Terry, his legs shaking. He covered his mouth with one of his hands, a wave of something akin to nausea coming over him. “Oh, this is bad.”

“Soren, we can figure something out-” Corvus started, but Soren cut him off.

“How exactly? We can’t lie to them, they know what this is from.” He gestured to the white streak in his hair. “I can’t hide it, and we sure as hell know what running from it would look like. So please, tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do!”

“We can explain it to them.” Corvus responded, walking towards him slowly. “They’ll understand.”

“Will they?” He stared right back at him. “I remember their reactions when Callum admitted to dark magic in the past. I’ve seen how they look at Claudia.” Soren hated how his voice quivered.

It made him sound weak. Scared. And maybe he was scared.

But he wasn’t weak.

Corvus pushed the strand of hair behind his ear before resting his hands on Soren’s shoulders, looking at him. “Then we’ll make them understand.”

——————————————————————

Once Pyrrah had found them, it had taken them a full day to reach Evrkynd, arriving as the sun set over the glimmering city.

It seemed perfect.

Too perfect.

Pyrrah decided to wait outside the kingdom’s walls, so they continued on foot. Soren had pulled his hair back into a sloppy bun and kept his hood up, covering his hair.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Or, at least, let random passersbye see it. They’d know what it means.

The kingdom was as pristine on the inside as it looked from the outside as the three of them navigated their way to the castle at its very center, almost built like a hedge maze.

Soren had stopped keeping track of the turns after the first six, all of them running together in his head and making him frustrated.

He’d figure it out later. He just needed to make it past this first.

If he did.

Eventually, they found their way to the castle, towering above the rest of Evrkynd with shimmering white towers and walls, as if it had been erected from a dream.

They wont accept you.

They’ll hold you to higher standards.

You weren’t saving the world, you don’t have a good reason.

You used it because it called to you, and it felt good.

You’re just like Viren.

“Soren.” His head snapped up, looking at Corvus. He had his hand resting on his shoulder. “Are you ready?”

He blew out a breath, glancing around. They were stopped outside a set of double doors. It was just as bright inside the castle as the rest of the city, but it felt too… clean. Too pristine.

When did they get there?

Soren forced himself to look back at Corvus and nod, tugging his hood over his hair more. He glanced at Terry, and King Harrow, who was perched on Terry’s shoulder.

The large doors opened up to the large throne room. The layout and shape reminded Soren of the throne room in Katolis, down to the same red banner on the throne, although it was made of the same white stone as the rest.

He didn’t realize how much Ezran looked like King Harrow until that moment. He was taller now, with his curly hair braided and pulled back in a ponytail.

Callum and Rayla more or less the same looked the same; Rayla’s hair was a bit shorter and pulled into a loose braid, and Callum had ditched wearing long sleeves, the white draconic sigils standing out against his arms.

King Harrow squawked, and Ezran darted from the throne almost immediately, bolting towards them. Soren nearly toppled over from the force of the hug that he gave the three of them, grinning.

“It’s nice to see you too, Ez.” He rested a hand on the young king’s shoulder as he pulled away.

Soren watched Ez’s face fall as he stepped back. He looked at Rayla and Callum, who had similar expressions.

“What?”

Corvus rested a hand on his shoulder. “Your hood…”

He reached up to feel for his hood, only for it to be gone. The pit in his stomach grew, the weight making him want to curl up on the floor and pretend to be invisible like a turtle.

“Soren… What did you do?” Callum’s face was ashen as he took a step forward.

He glanced at Terry, then at Corvus, who gave his shoulder a small squeeze before dropping his hand, and looked back at Callum, Rayla, and Ez. 

“I did what I had to.”

Surely they’ll understand.

“You had to use dark magic?!” Rayla crossed her arms, a bewildered expression now on her face.

“We were out of options!” He took a step forward, and the three of them collectively stepped back, possibly on reflex.

What…?

Soren paused. “Do you seriously think I would use dark magic if it wasn’t an emergency?”

None of them answered, but he didn’t need them to. He could feel their stares, and that told him enough. They didn’t see him as him anymore. And in that moment, he didn’t think they ever would again.

[candyswirls]

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Fic List

An Eye for an Eye, A Pup for a Pup - Leman Russ grants a wolf priest the right to take a thousand son neophyte to be part of their legion.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Bat Fledgling: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Corvus Corax finds and adopts a Night Lord child. He finds he has to come to terms with his relationship with his sons, brothers, and father.

Return of the Phoenician: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Determined to right the original’s wrongs and prove himself, the Clone of Fulgrim sets out to get back to the imperium and reunite with his brother Roboute.

Garm: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

The warp gave Leman Russ a child. A rambunctious child.

(Garm Drawing) (Garm’s Stand) (Garm's Origins) (Garm & Leman)

The Unbound Flame - 1 - 2 - 3

The Salamanders have uncovered the next artifact of their primarch, but discover it is far more precious than anticipated. They have found his infant son.

They Still Know Fear - 1 - 2 - 3

He was an adeptus astartes. A primaris. Built to perfection and one of his angels. His presence brought forth Fear and respect. Nothing scared him. But now, he's prey. A delicacy. He's powerless.

Is It Heresy to Fall in Love With a Warp Entity? - 1 - 2

To protect his innocent brothers from their ruthless chaplain, an apothecary hides the knowledge of a warp entity possessing his brothers. She means no harm and has done good thus far. He also... enjoys her company and finds himself waiting for whenever she comes around.

Companion of Blood - 1

The tale and lore of a very cute yet deadly Khorne Daemon and its accompaniment of a World Eater

Blood Loss - 1

A blood angel with limited memories finds himself waking up in the 42nd milennium. How did he get there? Who was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was the psykic backlash of his Primarch dying. What does this new age hold? How can he navigate an imperium that is so drastically different even if he can barely remember the previous one?

Resurrectio Sanguinis - 1

Sanguinius is brought back to life by the inquisition, then is imprisoned by them. His is weak, angry, and mournful. Especially as his sons fight to get to him.

One Shots:

Lion in the Dark - Lion comes across strange yet familiar creatures in the forest. They seem to know him.

Crow and Fledgling - a day with Corvus and his adopted child

Child of Dorn - introducing Lanky Dorn, daughter of Dorn

Beautiful Once - An Emperor's Children loathing his silent brother

Works with other’s characters:

Garm and Varska Meet - Garm and Varska Sick Fic - A Day in the Life of Garm - Garm's Fit - Garm Protecting Varska - Garm and Cousins - Stowaway

Other Writings:

Space Marine Cuddle Pile: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Requests: #requests

Primarchs as toddlers/kids is under #little primarchs

Space Marine Husbandry: Post

[adashulaz]

A little something I wrote because I want and need Season 7 rn

Sorens ok, why wouldn't he be? He'll be there when we get there and he'll have a smile on his face to hide his own nervousness.

The thought kept repeating in his mind, it was the only thing keeping him sane as he sat upon his horse. His hands gripping the reins tightly as he rode alongside King Ezran. “The letter said they'll be in the woods as a way to stay out of sight. They're close to the town though so it'll be easy to find them.” Grens voice broke the silence between everyone as he interpreted Amaya.

“How many were injured?” Ezrans voice was shaking slightly, like he still couldn't believe Katolis was attacked. “They didn't give a specific number, only saying that several people were injured due to either being trapped by debris or getting too close to the flames.” Grens voice was steady, steady like Amayas signing.

“How many were lost?” Silence followed the words. The only noise came from the steady sounds of hooves hitting the ground harshly as the animals ran towards Katolis. Amaya only looked forwards, unable to look at Ezran. He knew why, Katolis was attacked by a dragon. The amount of survivors would be small, especially of those who were within castle walls.

Soren was within the castle walls.

The thought made his stomach churn. His chest felt tight and his mind felt like it was mush.

I beg of you, let Soren be one of the few survivors from within the walls. I don't care if it's selfish, just let him be alive.

“Around a hundred, all of them were from within the castle walls and mostly from the first wave of flames.” He saw as Ezran only stared at the back of his horse's head. He only looked ahead of him, they've been riding for two days with very little and short breaks. “I'm sure Callum and Rayla are already there or almost there. They'll be able to offer assistance until we get there.” He hoped the words were able to comfort the young king.

It was all he had to offer as he couldn't even comfort his own heart.

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After two more days of riding, they finally made it to Katolis. They slowed their pace as they made their way to the woods. He could feel as his heart beat increased as they got closer to the campsite. The sounds of people moving around and doing different tasks were loud in his ears. They paused a little bit away from the entrance of the camp.

He only looked around from his horse, his eyes moving from person to person as he searched for his person. He only held back a frown when he couldn't find the one he was looking for. He only got off his horse when the others did as well. “Ezran!” The familiar voice of Rayla caught his attention. She would know where his person is.

Ezran only rushed to her once he spotted her. He only watched as the two hugged, Rayla seemed relieved that Ezran was ok and Ezran seemed relaxed in her hold. It made him smile a bit. “I'm so glad you're ok, we saw what happened when we went to Lujannes.” Raylas voice was full of emotion. It was the most emotion he's ever heard come from the girl. It made him worried, did something happen to her and Callum besides this?

He only looked around once again, his eyes scanning the area for his person once again. He could see Callum rushing over to Ezran and Rayla before joining their hug. It didn't take Amaya to join them, he could see as Amaya briefly lifted the three from the ground. He only looked at the group. From the corner of his eye, he could see some of the medics that came with them were heading towards the camp.

He only scanned the area once more. His eyes landed on a familiar head of blonde hair. He only walked towards the person, his footsteps quick. “Soren.” At the sound of his name, Soren turned to look at him. He only paused as he stared at Soren. “Corvus.” Sorens voice was quiet, the quietest he's ever heard it be.

Sorens body looked burned, trails of lava leaving grooves in his skin as it traveled all over his body. More importantly, Soren looked scared. Scared of what though? Was he scared of how people would react to him now? Whatever the reason, he didn't care. Underneath whatever happened to Soren, it didn't matter anymore, it was still Soren. It was still his Soren.

He only rushed towards Soren. He brought a hand to the back of Sorens head as he wrapped an arm around Sorens torso. “You're ok, I'm so glad you're ok.” His voice was soft, he turned his head a bit so his lips were pressed against the side of Sorens head a bit. Soren only wrapped his arms around him. His hands held onto his shoulders loosely as his face pressed into his scarf. “I'm sorry.” Sorens voice was quiet, slightly muffled by his scarf.

“Don't apologize, none of this was your fault.” He held Soren tightly, Sorens skin felt like it was on fire. It burned his hand from where it rested but he didn't care. Soren only held onto him a bit tighter. He only held Soren tighter as well. Soren only buried his face into his scarf. “It's not your fault, you did what you could.” Soren only nodded into his scarf.

His hand felt like it was on fire from where it rested on Soren. However, it didn't matter to him. Why would it? Because by the gods, it would burn so much more if he wasn't holding Soren.

[magicalgirlforhire153]

I feel like the reason people hate Corvus Crow the most (myself included) is because he’s Morrigan’s father. The other antagonists always have a reason—good or bad—but still a reason to hate or harm Morrigan. Laurence St. James hates her because she comes from the Wintersea Republic. While it’s not a good reason, it’s at least understandable, considering the tense relationship between the Free State and the Republic. People like Baz and Noelle resent her because they feel like she stole their spot in the Wundrous Society. Others are just mean to her because she’s a Wundersmith.

But in the end, they’re just other people—strangers who never really knew Morrigan or cared to understand who she was.

But Corvus? Corvus is her father. Someone who probably held her as a baby. The man who’s supposedly known her since birth, who had every opportunity to love her, to protect her. And not only is he cruel to her—he actively chooses not to care. He never even tries to see her as anything beyond the “cursed child” label. Corvus hates his own daughter for being born. And there is no good enough reason to hate your own child.

Also, I think people are more familiar with “bad parents” than other types of villains—because we see them more often, in fiction and in real life. It hit closer to home.

[raayllum]

the lone and the level

Summary: Four important conversations Terry has once he joins the Dragang and Ezran's council. First up, Ezran and Zym (and Ibis). chapters: 1 of 4 word count: 1.2k

Truly, there’s a long moment where Terry considers not telling them. 

It’s an unexpected blessing that they don’t know him, and don’t know his long list of crimes—the animals he’d helped Claudia carve into pieces, the map he’d fetched for her from Rex Igneous’ tooth, the sacred grove he’d led her and Aaravos to—and what would one more be, really? Claudia’s brother—Viren’s son—is peeved off enough about the kidnapping and stuffing salad vines into his mouth.

The Dragon Prince would be able to schedule Terry’s execution if his mother didn’t do it himself, but Terry is turning over a new leaf on purpose , and after Claudia had lied to him, he... he just can’t.

No matter the cost.

“There’s something else I have to tell you,” Terry stammers, shifting uncomfortably in his table at the chair. The Dragon Prince had growled at him, and still fixes him with a wide, wary stare; Prince Azymondias clearly doesn’t like him, and he may not even know yet (although if Terry’s scent is familiar, then maybe) and... “In the name of er, total honesty.”

“Fine, then,” Claudia’s brother—Soren—harrumphs. “Lever with us.”

The other crownguard, Corvus, elbows him. “Level with us.”

“That’s what I said.”

King Ezran rubs a finger against his temple, looking not for the first time much older than he is. “What do you need to confess, Terry?” 

“The, uh—Claudia, and I,” he begins haltingly, “we attacked the Storm Spire while the dragons were gone, uh—” his eyes dart nervously to Prince Azymondias, the young dragon’s lip peeling back in distaste. “Your Highness.” 

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