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Just thinking of little Runaan and Ethari.

They have childhood friends to sweethearts vibes to me.

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WE DID IT GUYS!!! WE GOT IT BACK IN THE KIDS & FAMILY TOP 10!!!

I’m choosing to believe this is a good sign.

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Two Netflix Accounts. Two Monitors.

Oh yeah. let's do this!

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the rayllum prego pasta arc

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Friendly reminder that tomorrow January 4 is TDP DAY! Stream S7 all you can! Tell your friends‚ your family‚ your grandma, your weird uncle! Let's boost the views and get TDP to the top 10. Do it for me🥺👉👈

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Proof that living in delusion is the key to happiness: I have manipulated my brain into believing Arc 3 is confirmed and they will tell us at SDCC🥰🥰🥰

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based. they're all top tier.

i was compelled to make this

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It do be like that tho

Posting this here because Eugene liked it on twitter and Reddit is probably already plotting to take me down

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"You know what I love about you? ... Everything."

✨ I wish you all Happy New Year! ✨

I planned to finish this picture in 2024, but was sitting on it waaaay longer than I should have (which... doesn't really show, but uh... will just post it before I change my mind).

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Brothers. Kings.

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You don't need to of course. But I would love for some kind of continuation to 205. It's so lovely!

205b.

Callum is thrilled, of course.

It'd been the middle of Yule when Rayla told him, and she'd been so nervous, so scared of what it would mean for them and all their plans, but to Callum, it hadn't mattered. It still doesn't. He loves her, and he loves the child in her belly already, whoever they are and will be, and she's how many months along now? Six? Seven? Only a couple more months to go, which only makes Callum all the more excited—

And all the more terrified at the same time.

He copes by throwing himself into his work. Being High Mage these days is about maximising the harvests and finding creative solutions to little problems: broken carts and injured donkeys and good winds for travel, but there's the other thing, too: the thing that weighs heavily on his back and in his pocket, the blank coin that he clings to as a last resort.

The days feel numbered. Every night, he looks at the sky and wonders which star is Aaravos, which one will come crashing back to earth to seeking revenge on them all. Callum draws up plans upon plans upon plans. He wrangles Ezran and Opeli into writing and signing contracts with the other kingdoms who promise to provide aid if they need it. He has Soren and Corvus and Terry out every couple of weeks with their ears to the ground, watching for any signs of Aaravos or Claudia on the wind.

He holds Rayla tighter every night.

"You need sleep," she says one evening. It's dark outside and Callum winces at the sky, the stars winking sadistically at him through the tower window.

He scowls. "What I need is to keep you safe. Both of you."

Rayla makes a face at him. "We're safe now, Callum. Aaravos isn't here—"

"Yet."

"And you're missing this. Us. The wee one in here." She takes his hand, easing his quill from it to rest his fingers on her belly. The child in it shifts under his touch, and Callum's breath stills, marvelling once more at the miracle of it. Of his wife and child.

He breathes out. "Sorry," he murmurs. "I'm just... scared."

"I know you are," says Rayla quietly. "I am too. But we'll worry about that when we need to, okay? Right now, we need you here."

Callum sighs, but he lets Rayla draw him out of his chair and into their quarters, allows her to distract him with the softness of her lips and the warmth of her touch, determined to forget the ever present weight of the coin in his pocket.

They are safe now, he tells himself. They are whole. And if and when Aaravos becomes a problem... he'll keep them safe then, too.

He would do anything for them, after all.

However dangerous. However vile.

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205.

Midwinter is different in Katolis. They call it Yule here, and Rayla's done a couple on this side of the border now that the yearly traditions aren't such a surprise. Skating is weird (she's been using her blades pretty deftly for years now and she's never once thought about strapping them to her feet but okay) and the food is... not for her (she and Ezran stick to salads while the others dig into the boar Soren and Corvus had brought back from a hunt) but the sentiment is the same. It's friends and family gathered around the hearth to celebrate, to talk and laugh and share stories of the year gone by.

It's supposed to be a happy time. A time of peace. Of rest. Of relief.

Instead, Rayla is wringing her hands in the hall while the others gather by the fire, uncertainty roiling in her gut.

It's been three years since the Archdragons defeated Aaravos. In four more, he will return, and she and Callum had promised to keep everything on hold until then; to wait until the danger had passed before they commit to the life they know they both want, and yet...

She swallows. She breathes. She clenches her fists and focuses on the sensation of her nails in her palms to keep herself from throwing up.

"You haven't told him yet."

"No, I haven't told him yet," she snaps, waving Runaan off with an irritated huff. "I haven't told anyone yet.You shouldn't even know."

"I can't help that I know you well, Rayla." Runaan smirks a little at that. "You remind me of your mother."

"Oh, please, like this is even a little bit the same."

"She had concerns," he says. "That she wasn't ready. That Lain wasn't."

"They just had to go back to work," snaps Rayla. "We have a time limit. Four years, Runaan. Four before the world'll end again. That's not a life! That's barely even a childhood! How could we possibly—"

"You're overreacting."

"Overreacting?" Rayla scowls and rounds on her father, hackles raised, jaw clenched, teeth sore from the way she's been grinding them for days. "Aaravos isn't done, Runaan! He'll be back! What if we're not ready then? What if we can't stop him? What if—"

"What if you do?"

"What—I—"

Runaan holds her stare, his face unnervingly unworried. "What if you do defeat him? What if it's all okay after all? Will you sit around and put something like this off because you're afraid of the next thing?"

"There won't be a next thing—"

"You don't know that."

"Well—you don't know that we'll defeat him either."

"And you don't know that you won't."

Rayla clamps her mouth shut. Runaan twitches the corner of his lips.

"There's a lot of uncertainty right now, Rayla," he says gently, "but something that is certain is that Callum loves you. There's no doubt about that. And he will not resent you for bringing his child into this world."

Rayla grimaces. "You're not worried even a little?"

"I will worry when I need to. There's no point in worrying twice."

Rayla breathes again: one slow steady breath in, one rush of an exhale out. "You've been hanging out with Gren."

Runaan laughs at that. "Yes, I remember him. Far too sunny a human but surprisingly good company these days. Go on, little blade. Your beloved deserves to know."

He pushes Rayla into the room and Callum looks up at once, his eyes bright and pleased to see her join them at last. Rayla takes another breath. And then another. And one more after that.

There's no point in worrying twice, she tells herself.

(And, in any case, Callum is thrilled).

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hyperfixations so bad i had to do one fanart for both of them

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Callum and Rayla in 7x09, Nova

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finished the 7th season of The Dragon Prince I have thoughts. Many thoughts but for now, doodles!

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Really hoping that when we next see Rayla she's decided to keep the scarf that looks so incredible on her

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Hello... Zym here.

So anyway...