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Finally watching D&D: Honor Among Theives and was tryign to figure out why Yendar looked so familiar....

Bro's just live action Corvus

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king of my heart

aka; i have a favourite and it shows

(and for anyone wondering, bottom right is my design for arc three ezran)

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Not Quite Domestic Bliss

Opeli struggles not to let her irritation show as they continue to wait. Even King Ezran is looking anxious by the time Callum bursts through the door, looking flustered.

“Sorry I’m late!” He grimaces at everyone clearly waiting for him.

“No problem, Callum.” True to form, Ezran smiles brightly at him, seemingly holding no grudges for the fact they’ve been sitting waiting for over half an hour.

Opeli watches as Callum takes a seat, noting his dishevelled state. His hair is wilder than usual and he seems to be adopting more and more Moonshadow attire, dressed in a strange mismatched manner, dark leggings that look uncomfortably tight and a crumbled tunic she suspects might actually be a nightshirt.

In fact, if she didn’t know better, she would almost believe Callum slept in that shirt-

It’s morning, but it’s not particularly early.

He would never... would he?

Callum has never been the best time keeper, even back when things at the castle were more formal, but he’s become totally hopeless since moving permanently to Evrkynd. Opeli didn’t really consider his resignation from King Ezran’s council as much of a loss. He’s always been distracted and much of his actual “contributions” are in the form of random tangents or crude jokes.

At least Rayla isn’t with him today.

Opeli feels like a school mistress when they attend meetings together, constantly having to remind them to pay attention… struggling not to lose her temper at their whispering and giggling.

The crude jokes are even more frequent when they’re bouncing off each other.

“Where’s Rayla?” Soren asks, an eyebrow raised, seemingly at Callum’s appearance.

Opeli desperately hopes they don’t end up waiting for Rayla too.

“Em, she’s at home,” Callum winces, finally taking his seat. “She’s, eh, not well.”

“Oh no, is she okay?” Ezran asks, leaning forward in his seat.

“She’ll be fine,” Callum reassures them. “I’m still getting the hang of foraging and I kinda mixed up regularly moonberries with the moonberries you use to make moonberry surprise and well… she’s just lying down in the dark for a while.”

Opeli arches an eyebrow, knowing well by now what’s in moonberry surprise. “Is she safe alone?”

While she is concerned for Rayla, sending Callum to keep an eye on her would hardly be a loss for this meeting.

“Terry is keeping an eye on her,” Callum flushes bright red, avoiding eye contact as he drums his hands on the table. “So... where were we?”

After the meeting has concluded, Opeli overhears Corvus talking to Callum as she packs away her notes.

“Soooo, Callum, how’s life in Evrkynd?” Corvus looks and sounds awkward as he asks this, clearly trying not to look too intently at Callum’s mismatched clothing or ridiculous hair.

“Good!” Callum enthuses, “but busy,” he nods, wide eyed. “Lots to learn, you know? And not just magic either. Barius is coming over again tomorrow to help us with the bread stuff. I told him he doesn’t have to, but he got kinda mad when he saw what we baked the other day. He said we’re killing the dough or the yeast blob or something. You’re suppose to feed it… I don’t get it-”

“Uh huh,” Corvus nods kindly. “And how’s everything else? If you want help with anything-”

“Oh, we’re fine,” Callum waves him off, pulling awkwardly on his pants for what seems like the tenth time in so many minutes. “We’re figuring stuff out-”

“You’re obviously not,” Soren scoffs, folding his arms over his chest.

Callum gapes at him, looking offended. “Yeah, we are-”

Soren rolls his eyes, his lip curled. “Callum, you’re clearly wearing Rayla’s pants.”

Callum’s mouth falls open and he blinks stupidly for a moment before responding. “We’re pretty much the same height!”

“Yeah, well, girls pants fit differently to guys pants.” Soren make a play of shielding his eyes.

Callum goes bright red, making a futile attempt to pull his shirt down. “We’re behind on laundry!”

“What you two need is a roster,” Soren throws his arm around Callum shoulder and starts dragging him towards the door. “I know I can’t rely on you to be disciplined, so that means I have to deal with Rayla.”

“Hey!” Callum protests, trying to extract himself from Soren’s grip. “I can be disciplined when I need to be-”

Corvus sighs, watching Soren herd Callum out the door.

Picking up her scrolls, Opeli joins him, vaguely amused as they continue to bicker down the street.

“It’s good someone is taking the lead with Prince Callum,” she smiles at Corvus. “I fear learning domestic duties has not been high on his or Rayla’s list of concerns.”

Corvus arches an eyebrow, his face sceptical. “You think they’ve been high on Soren’s list?”

Opeli winces, turning her eyes back to the two younger men. “Oh.”

Corvus sighs, beginning to walk after them. “It’s like the blind leading the blind.”

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For @m4rs-ex3

Sorry I couldn’t find any fluff for you in my WIPs 😆

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So, I did the math. If the cast and crew are really back on working at the show, we'll probably get arc3 in '27. Here's why:

Back when arc2 (the saga) was announced they started voice work sometime in 2020. S4 released in November 2022.

If Paula is really working on tdp right now, I'm tentatively hopeful for a late '27, maybe early '28 release.

There's also all the other hints, like: Bardel hiring storyboard artists, Hypher being excited but vague, Eugene retweeting Paula's studio picture. Something is brewing and I really wanna believe it's arc3 🥰

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OKAY HI I REALISED SOMETHING RIGHT

(preemptively i might make an actual analysis at some point but that day is not today so take some incoherent rambling instead haha)

so i was listening to the dragon prince s6 + 7 score, as always, and i cannot believe i missed this:

'the path of freedom' plays during 6x01 when viren leaves claudia. the piece's title references viren's line about how that path will lead him to katolis - ironically where, claudia points out, they will arrest him.

so what i noticed was you can hear parts of 'last sunset' in this piece, references to harrow's final moments. and to me that is just tragic

i think what's even worse about it is that the melody in the piece follows the shape of the last sunset's melody distinctly when he talks about paths of freedom and truth and how he must face his truth in katolis and this is all done on the cello - harrow's instrument.

which is pretty poignant because viren was probably the one to put harrow's soul in pip, whether it was by consent or not

i've likened 'last sunset' (and leola's fall, which references it as well) to a funeral dirge before and i just love how this foreshadows viren's death. this is the last time claudia will see her father alive and he is leaving her.

BUT THEN

there's this motif in the dragon prince which you can hear in 'the path of freedom' and 'leola's fall' which is this simple ascending set of four notes that goes up in sequence - mostly in a minor key

first of all, this melodic shape is ironic in 'leola's fall' as she then, you know, falls.

hehe

in 'the path of freedom' this motif is heard at 1.14 and then stronger at 1.34 crescendoing through this to 1.47 over claudia's breakdown

but what is so tragic about this in this scene when it first plays at 1.14, you literally cannot hear it over claudia's screams, her yelling at viren to come back, that he has to because she brought him back

(much like how soren chose to stay with viren over lissa and then claudia is forced to make a choice, she chooses viren, she chooses dark magic, and soren leaves - cycles, no?)

this ascending sequence motif i like to call the tragedy motif - as a joke but really it's not too far off (perhaps the loss motif)

then, viren has three or four pieces in the soundtrack that correlate with his scenes

'viren's confession', 'father and son', 'the truth is' and 'to the stars/your mother's tears'

without going into a horrendous amount of detail: these concern his relationship with soren, dark magic, lissa and truth - not respectively.

you don't hear this tragedy/loss motif but the 'last sunset' melody is heard in 'father and son', 'the truth is' - an event that clearly impacts both of them

but there is no loss - soren hasn't needed viren in a long time, however much he wanted it

also with 'the truth is' and 'to the stars/your mother's tears' both draw parallels of viren and callum as these scenes are side by side

both are facing their truths; with callum, he is facing his deep truth and viren is facing his truth in katolis - one in chains and the other flying to the stars

but callum's is beautiful, grand and lyrical, with a focus on the strings, while viren's is dark and deeper and the piano is far more prominent, rippling through the whole piece. (i do think there's something to be said that the piano is associated with aaravos, by the way)

these truths are so different but truths regardless.

and the culmination for viren is in 'his good heart' - which honestly i would write a whole thing based off of this one ALONE - this is his death, his sacrifice (his redemption for some) and the music is one of the main things about this scene - all we hear is the music, 'i am a servant' and the hearts of cinder spell.

i think that deep down he knew he wouldn't be free in katolis, that he would die in the dungeon. viren knew he 'i am already dead' if you will

and we don't hear the tragedy/loss motif in its normal rhythm and setting, instead i think it has been augmented on a solo cello line. almost foreshadowing what this (his death) will do to claudia.

this solo cello changes though, and instead goes to the major, in comparison to leola's fall where it just continues and continues, getting higher without changing

'his good heart' is almost a piece parallel to last sunset - solo cello, piano opening, tragic strings where it's a death of a father and a start of a war, an arc. but his good heart is so much grander, with choral moments because it's also the end of an arc.

but, the following cue 'one last time' ends the episode with claudia finding her dad's body and then aaravos calling to her

and then, when claudia sobs over viren's body there's a solo female vocal followed by this tragedy/loss motif and you are struck with how alone she is (because even terry isn't by her side, he's behind her) before suddenly you hear aaravos calling out to her dark cello and strings, the tone changing

because this is the last time - what else does claudia have to lose?

anyway :)

find me forever crying over the tdp soundtrack

bloody hell i would write my dissertation on this soundtrack i am not kidding

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guys not to be THAT person but if the tdp crew did lie to our faces about the harrow in the bird theory (with good reason obviously) I think they’re more than capable of pretending like we don’t have arc 3 when in fact we do

yes this is because of paula burrow's post take some accountability paula

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The Human Kingdoms of Xadia: Humans have lived in Xadia for thousands of years. Now they’re mostly found west of the Border in one of the five Human Kingdoms: Del Bar, Duren, Evenere, Katolis, and Neolandia.

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appreciating

Soren stop being dumb you can literally have that every day of the week please just realise that you love him that can be yours look at that look at those biceps holy shit Soren stop being a little dumb just just LOOOOK you can HAVE THAT if he can swing that Kaginawa like it’s a fucking feather imagine what he can do to oh my god Soren you’re actually clueless please

Summary: Soren cannot yet appreciate Corvus’ biceps.

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How it feels being in TDP when a cast/crew member makes a post even slightly referencing the show

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Happy Birthday

Ibis (5th May)

The Dragon Prince

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star wars, but it’s just the memes pt. 2

HAPPY REVENGE OF THE FIFTH

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HELLO???

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Rayla + hood up.

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cast off, stitches out let's GOOOOO

another fic snippet because the first chapter is already over 10k and no this isn't a joke

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Then, as he approaches, relief floods him as he hears the tail end of King Ezran’s sentence.

“-think she asked for you to leave her alone.” There’s something hidden in his king’s voice that sets Corvus on edge and he hurries on, willing people to move out of the damn way.

Another voice speaks; male, slurring slightly, middle-aged, dangerous and scorning, “Yeah, your highness the hell you going to do? Forgive me? Forgive me like you did those dirty, disgusting, evil elves. Y’know, I worked in the castle, in the forge, made- made a ton of stuff. Not anymore. Not since them.”

Corvus bursts through the last group, blocking the alley. He’s just in time to see a sharp-nosed man leaning over King Ezran who stood between the large man and a young woman with dirty-blond hair covering her face, curled on the cobbled ground behind him.

“Please, take a step back, sir.” King Ezran says and the man’s large frame shakes with undisguised rage and his eyes are alight with fire.

“You’re just as bad as them. You’ve failed us. You’ve failed Katolis, boy.” His voice is snarling and his teeth are bared like some feral animal. But this is no animal that would listen to Ezran, Corvus knows. The man takes a step forward, unsteady, but he plants his foot onto the ground, twisting it a little as if to mock the young King further. 

“Step b-back.” 

The king stumbles over his words and an ugly, dangerous grin splits across the man’s face. King Ezran’s shoulders stiffen, his fists curling at his sides. Abruptly, Corvus notices how one of the boy king’s arms are hovering protectively over the young woman and Corvus feels his breath hitch at the sight. Corvus begins to move as notices how Ezran’s frame is dwarfed by the man’s silhouette that towers over him, the man stepping closer, leaning in…

And Ezran raises his head up higher to meet him, defiantly, head to head and-

The man spits directly onto his face.

In an instant, Corvus is behind Ezran, hand grabbing the man’s wrist in a swift motion.

And when Corvus speaks, his voice is low, dangerous and unrecognisable.

“I would take that step back if I were you.” 

The man gives a sharp exhale, wrist trembling in the tracker’s grip and Corvus’ nose twitches as it is filled with the distinct smell of hot, stale alcohol. 

A drunkard, then. 

Corvus looks the man over with disdain and bites back a scoff. Pathetic, the knight thinks.

The man doesn’t seem to be completely gone, as with some wits about him; he steps back, although it’s more of a stumble and he is bowing his head slightly.

Yeah, that’s right, sucker, Corvus thinks with a lot more venom than he was expecting. He doesn’t question it, however, and turns to Ezran behind him. The boy seems shaken, his chest rising with a deep inhale as he wipes the spit off of his face with his sleeve. Rage sweeps through Corvus’ veins, indignance rising and- the tracker takes a breath, mentally cataloguing King Ezran’s state.

“C’mon,” Corvus murmurs softly, reaching for the boy who shakes his head and pulls away, turning to the young woman behind him.

“Corvus…” In asking for help, Ezran doesn’t need to say anymore than this as the young king reaches to help her. 

But Corvus can see how his hands shake and his voice is like a wisp in the wind. The tracker makes the executive decision to push Ezran’s hands away from her form; the blonde is taller than the young King and Corvus glances at her - a red mark across her face, others on her neck and her ankle looked twisted. The height difference and multiple injuries would make supporting her difficult for King Ezran and so he resolves to help on behalf of his king.

“I’ve got her, don’t worry.” Corvus reaches down, offering his hand and the woman only hesitates a bit before taking it. King Ezran stands by his side as the Crownguard helps her up, gently. She stumbles on her feet regardless and Corvus shoots a hand out to help steady her. 

She flinches a little at the fast movement but murmurs an apology, sending Corvus a small, shaky smile. He slowly, clearly moves his hand away from her as he returns her smile. As he opens his mouth to ask if she needs help walking, he’s cut off by a noise that has his hackles raising, ready to fight.

It’s a pained yelp and Corvus whirls around- 

The damn drunkard has a tightening grip crushing Ezran’s wrist, tugging sharply on it and Corvus sees red.

His fist is flying before he even thinks, landing a punch square on the man’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him” Corvus snarls, his heart thundering like a war song in his chest and adrenaline roars through him like a rushing river.

The man clutches at his face, cursing at him and the last thing Corvus sees of him is a sharp-shaped nose rounding the corner of the alley. Corvus flexes his fingers and his skin crackles with the movement, blood darkening his skin.

He immediately kneels on one knee by Ezran, his king - the young woman now secondary to the boy in front of him - cradling his wrist and there are tears in the corner of his eyes but Ezran seems determined to not let them fall, blinking them away. 

With a gentle hand, the same that had punched the drunkard, he takes and cradles Ezran’s hand in his own, surveying the injury. Wrist already darkening with a bad bruising, no breakage - Corvus sees how King Ezran’s eyes flicker to the young blonde woman shakily upright and he has to sigh deeply. 

Get both of them checked out a doctors, it seemed, Corvus decided. As they make their way down the alleyway, Corvus notes an uneasy, nervous feeling in his stomach, like dread and cold shadows. 

General Amaya had always taught him to trust his instincts, not lose his head to them, but be self-assured enough to be firm when others would doubt. But despite this, he doesn’t act on these feelings and his instinct, even though he knows, deep-down, that this was different.  Despite his experience with one-off threats, he still doesn’t push an investigation into the incident in the market.

After all, King Ezran receives threats relatively regularly - and had done since he was a prince - this could just be one of the many one-off attempts.

But the uneasy feeling doesn’t subside, not even as he leads Ezran away, a warm hand on his shoulder and the blood drips off of his knuckles. 

This really should be the first sign that things were about to get worse.

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Winter Soldier + Widows

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"I love you, buddy"

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I really enjoyed Brave New World! Sam Wilson is a brilliant Cap 🥹❤️