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lovelysheree · 10 hours ago
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Just doodling…
Also Sara isn’t a mage… but she likes to get creative in her combat, even as a child.
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a-certain-elf · 20 hours ago
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Amaya and Janai meeting for the first time in Season 2 Episode 1 of “The Dragon Prince”
(Something silly under the cut)
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artaline · a day ago
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what you see (is what you get)
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legend-of-the-fandoms · 2 days ago
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Sarai: if you have 12 jelly tarts and a friend steals 6, what do you have?
Young Callum: a friend
*in Xadia*
Ethari: if you have 12 moonberries and a friend steals 6, what do you have?
Wee Rayla: 12 moonberries and a dead friend
Runaan: *silent weeping of happy tears*
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karamcosplay · 17 hours ago
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Aaaand tada!!! Rayla is finally finished! ... Almost. Hehe. I still need to get her boots and her blades. But otherwise, she's done! I have to say, taking these pictures was kind of a victory moment for me - I've been struggling so much with my confidence and motivation lately, and putting this together made me realize again just how much cosplay means to me. I hope you guys love it!! I'll take some more pictures later.
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beautifulterriblequeen · 21 hours ago
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Little Weapons
Oh no.
Remember this pretty fadeout, which shows the egg superimposed over Rayla?
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I had a galaxy brain Tiadrin idea last night, and I guess I was still thinking about it this morning, because I remembered this shot, and two other scenes, and tied them together. See what you think of this angst:
Tiadrin's idea when trying to spare Zym's life is to tell Viren that the baby is a weapon, so he should spare it.
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That story gets passed to Claudia
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but Rayla stands up for the egg's personhood.
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Claudia still wants it
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and Rayla protests again
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that the egg has a mother, and it needs to go back to her.
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Rayla is the egg. She never asked to be made a weapon. She just wants her mom. But what if her mom created her as a weapon from the very start? Loved and adored her, yes, but still gave her over to the most focused assassin in the Silvergrove to train her for the role she was meant to play, as Xadia's most deadly weapon.
That baby-weapon idea came to Tiadrin real quick. Maybe it wasn't the first time she'd had it.
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blackprinter · a day ago
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Waiting for news about the Dragon Prince and Glitch Techs
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theredhairedmonkey · 2 days ago
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Looking back (fondly) at the pre-S3 Rayllum stuff, I realize how much—shall we say innocence—there was with all the fics and fanart. All this slow burn, angst, drama, comic, fun that was going on because none of us had a clue how quickly Rayllum was gonna happen in S3.
Like, all of y’all who joined the fandom post-S3, be happy you didn’t have to wait for Rayllum, but man did we have fun that you didn’t see.
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numptypylon · a day ago
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Epilogue
I added a short epilogue to Reunion and Intersection today, but I also wrote a much longer one, full of fluffy comfort, to get through the angst-writing in the first two chapters. It’s unedited, unfinished and ridiculously self-indulgent, and I don’t think it really goes with the story, so I elected to not post it, but I’m attaching it here, under the cut, for those interested. Keep in mind it’s a reject for a reason though; this is what my writing looks like in the explorative phase where I’m looking for the point, and in this case I didn’t really find it XD
~2K under the readmore
Callum got there early. A lot of people eyed him warily, but a letter from Queen Janai was a good smoother-of-grumpy-elf-tempers.
No-one had seen Rayla, so… she was probably not here yet.
He went to the inn, bought a large room, lit a roaring fire in there, activating the Sunfire rock he used to keep warm at night under the covers of the bed, and calling for the tub to be filled. It had the usual Skywing heating arrangement, only needing a good Fulminis to heat the water.
He resisted flying out to find her. He risked missing her again, and her leaving town before he got back.
It was about… hitting the point of intersection.
So, he waited at the city gates. He didn’t have to wait nearly as long as he expected, considering the distance she would have had to traverse. Maybe she had recovered and had travelled faster than he thought.
It was definitely her though. A small, lone figure on the mountainside.
He intended to wait for her until she got to him, but then she stopped to lean against a tree and he realized that she had not recovered and was up there sick in the snow… and that resolve evaporated like it had never been.
Like he would ever let her struggle alone a moment longer than she needed to.
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 It was a measure of her exhaustion that she didn’t notice him until he was basically right in front of her, and even then, her reaction was so much slower than usual.
It still… it was hard to believe it was real. For her too, surely more so.
He numbly pulled his scarf off, packing it around her neck and head. He grazed her cheek and felt it and she felt it and… she felt it, because the tears that had built up in her eyes spilled over at his touch, slipping down her dirty and flushed cheeks.
She looked ready to drop, and felt it too, when he put his arms around her and her disbelief gave way to relief. Whatever ridiculous level of stubbornness had kept her upright for the last day and night of walking through snow and up mountains when she should have been in bed… fell away and she slumped almost completely in his arms.
She sobbed hoarsely for a bit, and he let her.
And she let him, when his hand cupped the back of her head and her hair tickled his fingers and it hit him too that… it was really real, she was here.
They needed to… get to the inn though, so he pulled away and wiped his face. They could… and probably would… have a longer cry and a longer hug later. But she was sick and cold and there was a roaring fire and a filled bathtub two minutes of flight away.
“Let’s go,” he said. “I knew you were coming this way and that you were sick. And I booked a room for… you.” For them both, he hoped, but-
“What?” she blubbered. “But… aren’t… aren’t you mad?”
“I mean, of course I am, but… that’s not really… that can wait.”
“I’m…” she laughed weakly, more tears spilling over. “I’m so happy to see you and there’s… so many things I would like to say and… and I’m such a mess right now and so tired and I’m just… I’m so tired I cried earlier just because a stupid pine branch hit me in the face and knocked me off my sled and it continued down the mountain without me and I’d have to walk instead and-“
“Hey, hey!” He stroked down her flushed, wet cheeks, along fresh scratches where presumably that branch had hit her. Sledding, huh… she always was extremely resourceful and oh so daring. And that explained how she got here so fast. “Rayla, it’s okay. You can rest first. I’ll take care of things… of you. For as long as you want me to, but… definitely for the next few days.”
“How c-can you… are you… here-”
He leant his head against her forehead, relishing in the feeling of contact, even if her skin was clammy and too-hot. “That’s… complicated,” he said. “And also simple. You called me here. I came.”
“Manis. Pluma. Volantis.”
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 She staggered, when they set down, steadying herself on his shoulder, and Callum was glad he had elected to land in front of the inn instead of at the city gates.
She definitely wasn’t well yet, her breath rasping in her throat, her forehead beading with sweat, cheeks and ears flushed. The fever had maybe broken, but it hadn’t quite left. And she was exhausted, trembling with the effort of staying upright, her eyes dull and glassy.
People were staring, when they went inside, but the innkeeper came over and recommended the soup of the day, and their house-made herbal tea blend with Sky Yak milk, and assured them it would be brought to their room shortly, with a look of very obvious sympathy at Rayla.
And then the door shut behind them.
“I owe-” she started, but he cut her right off.
“No. You’re owed,” he said tightly.
“Owed what?” She sounded… nervous.
“Soup. Hot tea. A warm bed and a fire someone else made. General fussing. Love. Forgiveness. Kindness. A damn break, for once.”
“L-love?”
“Yeah, love.”
Her clumsy fingers fumbled at the clasps of her armor. They were still ice cold when he touched them, the skin red and no-doubt sore.
But she for once didn’t resist any help he gave, sinking gratefully into the tub he had prepared. A warm bath was possibly not great for her fever, but… it was pros and cons and he needed to warm up her hands and feet.
She was barely conscious when he helped her back out of the tub, so he just put her down on a towel on the bed, drying her hair as best he could. He at least managed to get her awake to pull off her own wet underwear and pull his clean night shirt over her head.
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 “Callum?” she asked, because… she wanted things, and she could have them. “Stay with me? Please.”
He pressed against her back, warm and real.
His hands engulfed hers, big and soft and familiar.
Full of real little details that her brain hadn’t accurately recreated.
The callus at the side of his right index finger, from his charcoal pencil. The scar from a clumsy sparring accident at the second knuckle.
His voice when he said her name and when he told her it was okay.
His kinda… snuffling non-snoring sleep-sound.
And new things, that she hadn’t known to add.
His arms, still skinny, but stronger than they had been.
His too-long hair flopping over his ears.
And things she had yet to find out.
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 “Morning-“ she muttered, as she woke, feeling warm. And her throat felt a lot better, too and most of that sticky, gross fever feeling was gone, although there was still some sluggish daze, everything just a bit vaguer and floatier than it should have been.
“Afternoon,” Callum corrected lightly, but there was something not so light underneath. “You slept for… 14 hours. I bet you’re hungry.”
“I bet… you were worried.” That was a long time to worry and not wake her to assuage it but just sit in it, watching her sleep.
She reached out to stroke his furrowed brow. Her hands were bandaged though, so she couldn’t touch him properly. She didn’t remember, but did recall something about Callum saying he had called a doctor, and then she must have conked out pretty hard and slept through it.
She clenched and released her hands experimentally. Seemed alright except for being stiff and sore?
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, staring down at the thick bandages.
“Except for the illness that nearly killed you because you’re such a massive dummy? Lots of things.” He took her hands, starting to unwind the bandages. “For your hands, hopefully only frostnip. I’m supposed to check that, when you woke, take you back to the doctor if there’s signs of deeper frostbite.”
There was some thick ointment, probably the reason for the bandages. Her hands looked reddened, the fingers a bit swollen, but… not so bad. Nothing was white or black or blistered, so really, nothing to worry about, where frostbite was concerned.
Callum wasn’t satisfied with a visual inspection though, cupping her hands in his, methodically checking she could feel all her fingers and make a full fist.
“I think it’s okay,” he said, breathing out, relieved. He did tend to catastrophize- “No… no risk of amputation this time-” His fingers slid across her left wrist, the faint whitened scars from where the binding had dug into her skin and where the sunforge blade had burnt her.
“It’s definitely okay,” she said. “Barely hurts.” She cupped his face, feeling his skin just fine against her fingertips. “It’s not like back then, okay?”
“How do you feel today?”
“Better. Way better. I’m ready to go, if-”
“What?!” He stared at her in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You didn’t hear what the doctor said. But I did, she got here while you were sleeping. And absolutely not.”
“What-“ Was it not just a regular bug?
He breathed, slowly and deliberately. “You’re okay, it’s a regular winter infection going around. But you did a number on your own immune system with the hypothermia and mountain climbing and… she said you were undernourished, dehydrated, stressed and critically exhausted. And that you would do well to take a week or more to fully recover, during which you should eat and rest plenty, stay warm and keep stress down. Does that sound like your regular travel, to you?”
Well… not so much.
“So, I’ll ask again, how do you feel today?”
“Tired,” she sighed. “My hands are stiff and achy. My throat hurts. My legs are wobbly. My head feels full of snot.” She smiled, despite all that. “My heart is happy to see you. It’s okay if you’re- I know… that it’s complicated.”
“It is. We have… some things to talk about. Promise you won’t leave until we do?”
“I promise.”
“Okay. Then, I think we should put the complicated things away for a few days. Until you’re better and it doesn’t hurt your throat to talk. Because… we have a lot of talking to do.”
“You don’t… need to stay. For those few days. If it’s hurting you to-”
He sighed heavily. “It does.” Yeah, he couldn’t say that it didn’t. Being around her with so much… unresolved. She didn’t want that for him. She didn’t… want to have those long and hard conversations right now either, when she was still tired and fevered and liable to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. “But it would hurt me more to leave. Didn’t it hurt you? To leave?”
“Yeah.” So, so much.
He reached out to pack his scarf around her throat more closely, the soft, warm knit a soothing feeling against the raw ache.
“Lie down, okay? Be sick? I’ll read you a story. It has murder and dismemberment in it, I asked the innkeeper specifically.”
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zuppizup · a day ago
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Kazi is regularly roped into giving Rayla and Janai lessons in Katolian sign language.
Janai is a very good student (and, well, has more incentive), but Rayla gets distracted easily and disrupts class often.
Eventually Gren takes over Rayla’s lessons, being slightly more of a disciplinarian than Kazi.
Slightly more.
Head Canon Ask Game
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lovelysheree · a day ago
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AJTTP AU One-shots?
Hypothetically... would some of you be interested in little snippets of the past in the AJTTP universe? I have a few bits and pieces of the story I’d love to give a little further explanation to, but I don’t feel it needs to be in the story. So instead, what if I made a little one-shot series with a few stories in it after I’ve finished AJTTP? You anyone be interested? Or would I just be beating a dead horse at that point?
Some one-shot ideas would be...
A few snippets of Sara growing up at the orphanage. For example, Callum and Rayla checked each orphanage in Katolis after Sara disappeared--even the one Sara was at. But, due to some bullies, she never was in the “line-up” of girls. This will be mentioned in AJTTP but not really expanded on.
Few angsty convos between Rayla and Callum
Bits and pieces of Jaron growing up
And anything else you guys are curious about!
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a-certain-elf · 22 hours ago
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The Dragon Prince Season 2 Episode 1 - The First 15 seconds
Love that intro with the lava burning the map away. 
Looks fantastic.
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raayllum · a day ago
callum being a celebrity and rayla being his assistant / bodyguard has so much potential i'm 👁👁
in reference to the tag ramble on this post:
it's like, callum is a handsome and pretty boy, we know this. he's also rich in canon and like, i listened to "gold rush" too many times. rayla being his assistant but her combat training is a bonus, callum is an artist or actor or something. does something that he's famous for but he actually wants to be an artist / painter? who knows? and rayla is just glad he's not a jerk like a lot of the people she's worked for in the industry, but she didn't expect him to be charming and very sweet, and they're friends. they're good friends and rayla knows she has feelings for him, but she absolutely refuses to act on or acknowledge them in anyway, because everybody wants him and she doesn't want a competition. (and no, she's not jealous. definitely not extra upset and irritable at all whenever someone flirts with him, really. that would be highly unprofessional). little does she know callum is also hopelessly smitten with her but assumes her loyalty to him is bc of her job
i've also written a couple of rayllum modern AUs but those two were both with callum pov & pining, so i'd love to do some with rayla, too
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legend-of-the-fandoms · 2 days ago
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The thing that gives me the most nostalgia is the scenes where the Pentarchy gathers and Aanya sasses Viren the whole time. Ah, good times. :')
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krastbannert · a day ago
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Soren, in a fit of what he calls brilliance but Rayla calls stupidity, invented the toast sandwich. It's bread and butter - simple and pure, in his mind.
(This would also be one of the first things that Rayla and a redeemed Claudia agree on: it's kind of a dumb idea. Claudia finds it more amusing than Rayla because, I mean, it's her brother after all, and he's always been a goofball. But it's still kind of a dumb idea.)
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theexotic-potato · 2 days ago
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Viren: Can you come out?
Soren: Dad, I'm gay
Viren: I know that silly. Come out to the car.
Soren: Car, I'm gay
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beautifulterriblequeen · 21 hours ago
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you know that one animated show with the battle-ready teenage girl and her commander father figure who takes her in and cares for her more softly than he should no matter what everyone else says,
and he takes her into a dangerous battle where they could win, but something goes terribly wrong and he knows he isn't going to make it out so he makes her leave him there to die otherwise her stubbornness would get her killed too, and she doesn't understand that what he's doing is a gesture of love,
and later she thinks he must be alright somewhere else, but then she learns that he's presumed dead and she blames herself and gets Very Sad but also manages to find her own way forward without using her combat skills to fight in someone else's battles
no no it's the one where her arms are endangered right at the beginning, and she wears jewelry around her neck that's specific to his memory and it helps her understand what love is
you know the one
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huandamonia · 3 months ago
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Insider is creating a database to track queer representation in children's cartoons. I searched through it a bit and it's pretty cool. I wished it had some links to sources of confirmation to some of them and I'm not sure exactly how accurate it is, but it seems accurate enough at first glance. You can check it out yourself if you want.
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numptypylon · a day ago
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It’s what she would say right now.
Not to him, of course, because she cares about him, but if it had been her, bleeding and nauseous and feeling horrible, and needing to pretend like she wasn’t, that’s what she would say to herself.
He’s nothing like her, but he does know her well, and knows what she would say and do.
“Agh, ‘tis just a flesh-wound,” he says, even though that makes no sense, because people die from flesh-wounds all the time. “A mild stabbin’. Cup of moonberry juice and I’ll be a’ight-”
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Excerpt from upcoming whumptober prompts, which (if I actually get them done) will be daily rayllum drabbles of exactly 100 words each, connecting to form two continuous stories, one Rayla pov on days 1-16 and this Callum pov from days 17-31. And because I apparently didn’t think I made it hard enough for myself, I’m trying to scrub them of all names and place names, so they can be read independent of fandom and be used as prompts in and of themselves XD
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