#sorens birthday!!!

[i-love-tdp-if-you-can-tell]

GODS IM LATE BUT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOREN!!!!!

ft corvus 😌😌😌

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Im way too tired to clean this up but I’ve been cackling at this i still absolutely love how The Dragon Prince randomly decided to drop the fact that Corvus not only knows how to play the cello but also that he writes his own pieces AND THEY NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN

Based off of that redraw trend on Twitter

[sorinethemastermind]

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

How are there not more fics about Sorvus baking together

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Happy Birthday

Soren (19th January)

The Dragon Prince

[spectacledraws]

managed to do this for path of radiance’s 18th anniversary !!!!

[stuck-in-jelly]

Angsty Magefam headcanon of the day

Although Soren was more than willing to corporate and help with the sealing and uncovering of his father’s hidden passageways, he was unable let anyone do anything with Claudia’s old bedroom.

For the past 2 years and a half it has remained untouched for the most part. No one goes in there except for Soren on Claudia’s birthday.

It started when they got back from the Spire. Her birthday had just passed, and they had a surprise party planned months in advance for her as usual. Except, of course, she’s not there this time.

But a small part of him hopes hopes that maybe she came back home, so he went into her bedroom to see any signs that she had been there that she had returned to at least grab a few things.

But he found nothing. Everything was just as she had left it when they went on their journey to Xadia.

So he just sat there in her room alone, thinking about the gift he had gotten her that he hid in the panel behind her bed frame. He considered fishing it out but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The next two years after that he went into her room in the early morning of her birthday with poorly made pancakes and coffee and sat down on her bed to enjoy them alone. Soren spends most of the morning in there.

He spends that time dusting a bit and talking to ‘her’ to catching her up on his life and what’s been going on in the castle. He tells her how much he misses her and really hopes she comes back home.

[adashulaz]

Writing Corvus eating Soren out because Sorens birthday is coming up. Unfortunately, I don't know how to write smut but fortunately porn is free so that might help.

[ami-ven]

Happy Birthday, Soren!

[tategaminu]

Animatic Callum my beloved

[sorendeimos]

A Short Socmed au for our favourite Prince 🎂🥳

[thcdragonprince]

Happy Soren Appreciation Day!

[jelzorz]

169.

It's one drink. Maybe two. Maybe a little more than that. Opeli allows it because it's Soren's birthday, and he doesn't really celebrate his birthdays anymore, and he deserves a bit of fun. It's just another number these days, he says, another year, and the galas and the parties and the more formal celebrations were fun once but he's reached a point now where the simplicity of dinner and drinks with his closest friends and family is what makes his day.

Now it's late, and the candles are burning low. The song has been sung. The cake has been eaten. The others have all gone upstairs for the night, eager to sleep off the feast and the alcohol and it's just the two of them left in the kitchens with one last bottle of wine between them and something heady in the air.

There is danger here and they know it, but Opeli is... some number of glasses of wine in and her defenses have been loosened by good food and company. The wine is rich and sweet, its warmth like a pleasant heat humming in her veins that makes the very air feel sluggish and thick. She was never very good at drinking—she is used to having one glass with dinner but no more usually, unless it's a special occasion and she lets herself indulge in a second. She doesn't know what number this is. Five maybe? Enough that she would have called herself tipsy by the end of dinner, but that was an hour ago now and she is still pouring herself another glass.

"I'm impressed," says Soren, smirking at her from behind his goblet. "I didn't think you were one to drink."

She scoffs. "I don't. Not usually. But it's your birthday today and I think that warrants a little fun."

"Weren't you the one who told me you don't need alcohol to have fun?"

She waves him off. "That was years ago, and you of all people should know I'm terrible at taking my own advice." She drinks once more, relishing the burn as she swallows and thinking of other things, sweeter, warmer, just as intoxicating, but in entirely different ways. "It was a good birthday dinner, then?"

"One of the best," says Soren, watching her carefully over his goblet. "I should thank you."

"Ezran planned it."

"I get the feeling you helped."

Opeli lets out a laugh, her hood slipping, just a bit. "A little. He wanted to throw you something bigger. He seemed to think it was unfair you wanted something small the year he finally turned eighteen."

He snorts at that and takes a drink himself. "I can't help that I'm mature now."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

"Well, you would know, wouldn't you?"

Opeli scoffs into her wine, her eyes coy over the top of her glass. "Perhaps."

He catches her eye and smirks. "Like fine wine, right?"

Sweet, and warm, and intoxicating, yes, but Opeli doesn't say that. She only twitches her lips, watching the way he watches her and the way he sets his goblet down and leans back in his chair, knees set apart, one elbow on the table, lazy, content, inviting.

"Is there a reason we're still down here and not somewhere else, High Cleric?"

Opeli smirks back. "Is there somewhere else we're supposed to be, Captain?"

"Bed, maybe," he says, eyes twinkling. "It's pretty late. Can I walk you up?"

And the answer is no. And it should be no. But Opeli has never been able to say no to him, and if she's honest, she doesn't want to. Tonight she is loose and under the influence, and Soren is handsome and charming in the candlelight, and it's his birthday, for heaven's sake, and that warrants a little fun.

"If you'd like," Opeli says. "There are other ways to celebrate too, I think."

He laughs and gets up to offer her his arm. "There sure are."

And oh, how there are.

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Six Several Sentences Sunday

So I was thinking about Sorvus at the end of S7 one day (as one does) and realized. What reason does Soren really have to go track down Harrow?

Aside from Corvus just wanting him with him.

So I took that train of thought and expanded upon it a bit🥰

…

Corvus nodded and turned away, getting ready to walk out of the room. “Of course. I’ll let Soren and Terry know to start getting packed.”

Ezran gave him a funny look. “Corvus… Soren isn’t going with you.”

Corvus slowly turned back towards Ezran, head tilted in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“There’s… well, there’s no reason for him to tag along. You’re the tracker. Terry is the Xadian nature specialist. Soren… well, he wouldn’t have a role.”

Corvus stood there, processing this information.

Wouldn’t have a role? What couldn’t Soren do, was the real question.

“And he’s… aware of this?”

Ezran nodded.

No wonder Soren had been clingier than usual, then.

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Soren (19th January)

The Dragon Prince

[carmenpeach]

omg i was recording amv footage and didnt realize all the stuff i clippee from the broly movie had a logo in the corner my life is hell