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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rayla (The Dragon Prince) & Original Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Original Child Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Runaan (The Dragon Prince), Original Male Character(s) & Moonshadow Elf Assassin Characters (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Rayla (The Dragon Prince), Runaan (The Dragon Prince), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Moonshadow Elf Assassin Characters (The Dragon Prince), that one knight from katolis in episode one Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Zombies, Monsters, Zombies Referred To As Undead, My First AO3 Post, not my first fanfic (those are between me and god), not beta read we die like the moonshadow elves in canon, Rayla Calls Runaan Dad (The Dragon Prince), how is that not a tag 😕, Rayla Being A Baddass (The Dragon Prince), BAMF Rayla (The Dragon Prince), shes a diva shes an icon and she IS the moment, girl knows it too, we stan a queen Summary:

It was dark outside, bringing his visibility down, but the light of the moon was enough to let him have a good look at the landmass he was falling towards. It was… beautiful. There was a large, glowing river separating it in the middle, with one side looking like something straight out of a fantasy show and the other one like certain parts of Europe Alex had visited in the past. Stars shone in the sky, lighting up the sky with an array of beautiful colors that made the night sky back in Japorusia look like nothing.

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OR: OC-instert story where a gay traumatized mess crash-lands in Katolis and fucks shit up (PLS READ I PROMISE ITS ACTUALLY GOOD)

I DID IT BOYS (and girls and all other genders) I POSTED THE THING AKDHSDIHSD

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Alex’s Death

If Alex died before anyone else, he would do so while sacrificing himself for Ezran, the one he loves the most. It would be quick, only allowing him to mutter one last “I love you” in his lover’s trembling arms. He would be buried in a brand new memorial building, built by the Xadians and the residents of Alex’s universe to honor their fallen hero. It would be a beautiful, gleaming silver structure, visited daily by the king and nearly as often by the rest of his family. The monument would not be the only ways they would remember him, no.

Ezran would remember him every moment of the day. The heavy blankets he woke up to each morning felt like the gentle warmth of Alex’s embrace. The lake in the moonlight shone like the icy hues of Alex’s eyes. Alex’s leather coat Ezran had added to his royal attire that still had the familiar smell of moonflowers and a crisp winter night. Even the way Ezran himself spoke was reminiscent of the boy he loved so. He had picked up on some of Alex’s odd pronunciations with certain words without ever realizing.

Rayla saw bits of her brother everywhere. In the gleam of her blades as she struck an enemy down, the cold blue stars that shone in the night sky, the burnt red color of trees in the vast forests. Not a day went by when she did not think of the boy she had lost, and the feeling that she could have done more, she could have saved him, clung to her for years. His blades joined hers on her hip and in her battles, honoring his fighting spirit. She saw him the most in her first child, a beautiful baby boy she named after Alex. His eyes were a much gentler blue, but they gleamed just as bright as her brother’s did.

Runaan heard his son for the rest of his life. Sometimes, it was in the midst of a gripping nightmare, hearing his starlight cry out and beg for help. Runaan reached for him and tried desperately to reassure him, but it was never enough and it rendered him a mess when he awoke. Other times, he would hear him in the winds, whispering words Runaan would never understand. He would hear him in Rayla quiet, annoyed cursing, Ethari’s gentle voice singing a tune from Alex’s world, Azaelea’s war cries with words that didn’t seem fit for a girl her age to wield in such a fashion.

Ethari, like his eldest daughter, saw his fallen son everywhere. He saw him in the reflection of the metal he forged. He saw him in the moon, shining down and bringing a special warmth to the darkened nights. He saw him in Azaelea’s grin, Rayla’s attacks, Runaan’s quiet gaze, Ezran’s tired eyes. He would see him in his own nightmares, reliving every moment he had watched Alex suffering. Those nights were ones when he and his husband would comfort each other, tears falling out of their eyes and visions of the boy that was no more flashing through their minds.

Ollie was reminded of his baby brother in nearly every way imaginable. A glance in the mirror had him staring at what felt, to him, like a mirage of Alex. Both he and his brother had inherited much more of their mother’s features, and, despite coming from different men, looked very similar. Ollie’s eyes were a tad darker in color and far more gentle, his skin was tanner, and his hair was black. Despite those traits, he still looked so much like Alex. His laugh, the way he spoke, his expressions, the way he loved, all of those were reminiscent of his brother. Ollie hoped dearly that he would never lose the part of himself that was so similar to Alex.

Azaelea never truly lost Alex. His ghost would visit her sometimes, only for a fleeting moment. He would show her how to finalize a new attack, or how to properly braid her hair like he used to do. Sometimes, she would see him watching in the distance, smiling at her like she was the most precious thing in all the universes. He would be most present when she was sad, appearing from the shadows and gently brushing her tears away. She would lean into the touch, but the touch was not there. Instead, there was a cold, otherworldly feel where his ghostly fingers had touched. It was comforting, reminding her than he was still with her, even in death.

When Alexander Jade fell to death, he was not forgotten by anyone in either worlds. They kept his memory alive, honoring him in their own ways whenever they could. Ezran never loved again, not in the way he had loved Alex. He died a quiet, peaceful death after a long life on his own, leaving the kingdom to Amaya and Janai’s granddaughter. She was a strong, confident young woman, named Alexandria after Xadia’s greatest hero. She would handle the kingdom well.

In the afterlife, Ezran found himself back in his 16-year-old body, sitting in the flowered clearing just outside the Silvergrove. It had been a sacred spot for him and his love, a place where they could forget the burdens of their lives and just be. Now, as he gazed upon it once again, it looked even more magical. He closed his eyes, smiling softly and inhaling the scent of moonflowers and soft grass. When he reopened them, a pale hand was reaching towards him, as if asking him to dance.

“Hey, Ez. It’s good to see you,” Alex said, looking down at Ezran with a love struck gaze. Ezran’s smile widened and he took a moment to take in his lover. His porcelain skin was no longer littered with scars, his eyes no longer dim with the horrors he had endured. He was just as gorgeous as he had been in life. Tears of joy fell out of Ezran’s eyes as he accepted Alex’s hand, being pulled into the same dance they would do during quiet nights in the kitchens, laughing and twirling about in each other’s arms. Alex’s laughter was lighter, as if the weight on his shoulders was finally gone. They danced together in the ethereal moonlight, the soft grass tickling their feet.

Eventually, their dancing slowed to gentle swaying, embracing each other with the utmost love and care. Alex looked down at Ezran, smiling at him, and leaned down to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, feeling like safety and the best kind of comfort. Ezran happily returned the gesture, pouring all of his love into the kiss. Finally, they could love each other without any more burdens. Finally, they were joined together, never to be apart again.

That night, two new constellations appeared in the Xadian sky. They shone brighter than all the others, gleaming against the dark blue of space. Queen Alexandria looked up, noticing the change in the sky. She smiled softly, offering a quick bow. She wished her predecessor and his lover a wonderful time in the afterlife, then returned to the letter she was writing to her own lover. Perhaps she could honor them at her wedding. Alexandria was sure they would like that.

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what the actual fuck am i making memes for something i haven’t even written yet 💀

i might have a problem guys

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some days i want to be myself but other days i want to be a cute little pretty boy who stutters through his sentences and who is also armed to the fucking teeth with an ungodly amount of (illegal?) weapons at all times and knows just about every way to kill someone and how to get rid of the body

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off topic but i need to find someone who looks at me the way pazu looks at sheeta

look at that adorable face 😭😭😭 i love him so much omfg

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Alex at the infirmary after a battle

medic: so, on a scale of one to ten, how much pain would you say you’re in right now?

alex: haha the usual amount

medic: the usual amount is zero

alex:

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just deleted my post about the lore for my tdp fic since I’ve changed it a lot. It’s still relatively similar (as far as lore goes) but a few things have changed. I’ll post the link to the first fic chapter when i finish it and some info will be revealed there

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ten years later at the ezran x alex wedding

ezran: im so glad to be marrying my best friend-

aanya, shoving her way past callum and grabbing ez by his collar: exCUSE ME

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3 random headcanons about my OC Alex

when he cuts his hair, he uses a knife to do it and by some miracle of the gods, his hair comes out perfectly every time (he does have a few scars on the back of his neck from when he aimed wrong)

Alex will go up to Rayla and just b i t e her for no reason whatsoever. she could be cuddling Callum or addressing royalty and he’ll just walk up to her and go *chomp* on any exposed skin

hes either the best dressed person in the group (can be formal or badass, depending on occasion) or he looks like he just crawled out of the grave after fighting god and winning solely because of how much caffeine he drank beforehand after not sleeping for three days

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IF ANYONE HAS WATCHED THE DRAGON PRINCE SEND ME A MESSAGE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭

LITERALLY LOOK AT THAT BADDIE OMFG PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS MASTERPIECE

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Fills your ask box with korn🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽

omg thanks baddie 💋

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TDP OC :D

Alex Jade!!!

Full name: Alexander Eijiro Jade

Birthday: December 8, 3014 (it’ll make sense I swear 😭)

Height: 5’7 (pre timeskip), 6’2 (post timeskip)

Skin: pale w/ freckles and scars

Hair: fiery auburn (pre-bite), pitch black (after bite, only until he’s 16), same style as Robby’s from cobra kai when he was in juvie

Eyes: unnerving icy blue (stunningly beautiful but do look dead for a while)

Species: human

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay asf

Career: king consort (Ezran’s gay bf)

Love interest: Ezran

Best friend: Rayla

Siblings: Oliver (bio, dead), Azalea & Rayla (adoptive sisters)

Parents: Marya & Toji Jade (bio, dead), Runaan & Ethari (adoptive)

Personality: MAJOR black cat vibes, very cautious and hyper aware of everything except social cues, has terrible social skills, loyal to the death but if his trust is broken they are dead to him, introverted, secretly a softie but only for a select few people, not used to affection, likes cats and lizards, thinks elves are cool and is lowkey a nerd about them, also he’s very protective, kinda like Bucky Barnes (immediately post-HYDRA) combined with Scarlet Witch’s power x100 and a bit of Loki’s sass

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does anyone else picture tom hiddleston as live action crocodile because i feel like tom hiddleston would make a great live action crocodile

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hello

for my first post i would like to contribute a new mental disorder called icanfixthemism. those with this condition firmly believe that they take the cruelest, most vile characters (i.e Sukuna, Tom Riddle, Shigaraki, the demon goddess, Satan, Kronos, Ursula, Maleficent, Cruella de Vil, Bellatrix Lestrange, etc) by adding one or more of the following:

Traumatic backstory

Hugs from the protagonist

trauma

gay/lesbian ship w/ good-associated character[s] (sometimes poly)

pure little kid that’s way too cute

trauma

Crackheaded friend group

gay/lesbian OC

personality beyond what they already have

trauma

as one of the victims of this, i can say that all of the above do, in fact, work to fix them