#tdp

[tategaminu]

I may be obsessed with this scene 😊

One of these edits helped me a lot with choosing colors please check it out :3 and don't forget to request Arc 3

[inkcapjester]

ezran and anya sticker design! (ft bait and zym)

[ac0531]

New gif I made with Rayla and Stella! 🥹

[wneella]

Loved s6 Callum ✨️

[bird-freakk]

TDPtober2024 - Day 10: Moon + Day 11: Companion

So I've been completely obsessed with this show for years now and have never once drawn fanart for it, how dare.

Anyways, Luna Tenebris has like no fanart, sooo, have some Luna and baby Esmeray!

Anyways anyways: #ContinueTheSaga #GiveUsTheSaga

[hazieash]

Dragon Prince - Portal crossover

[raayllum]

And My Father's Love Was Nothing Next To God's Will by Amatullah Bourdon

[between2dimensions]

"I am Rayla of the Natamus, the entity speaks through me"

[temerity14]

The way he touches her so gently I'm gonna die~

His hands are so big compared to hers and he's so careful ghfhghfhfhh my heart

[elise-the-potato]

Okay I'm done :3

[rainwalker-dragonblade29]

"Then take my heart"

Day 9: SACRIFICE

This scene broke me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I was so scared for him 🥺

[aralixluna]

My guiding moon

10._ Moon

My guiding moon...

Boy you got my heart, my everything is you...

[rianekochou]

back at it with the 0.5 cursed pics😭💀

[bat-snake]

It's the way the Cosmic Council didn't seem to have any remorse about their decision that Leola should die for accidentally teaching humans magic.

Which then becomes the way Aaravos kills others without remorse (Aditi, Khessa, Sol Regem, Pharos in a way...interesting that they're all connected to the Sun primal) for their "arrogance"

[ac0531]

Officially locked in for attending New York Comic Con for The Dragon Prince Panel!

I’ll share updates about what happens here!! :D

[numptypylon]

For your drabble prompts requests, perhaps Callum asking Rayla about her time in Scumport?

Can't wait to read what you put out! :)

This one, I already partly wrote, because it's part of the Scumport chapter of Downtime's Up, I finished up a section and reworked it a bit to be more of a stand-alone drabble. In four chapters' time, I'll post the rest of it :)

Hope you enjoy, and thank you for asking! Obviously, I agree with you on wanting him to ask about this 😄

“Rayla you… the way you talk about being beat up in actual fighting pits like it’s just… Tuesday, I-“

“It wasn’t like it was a good Tuesday,” she shrugged.

“But it wasn’t an outlier.” he said, his jaw clenched tight, his fists at his side, his whole being… wound up. “As your Tuesdays went.” No humor at all. No question. “It wasn’t the worst time you had in those two years.”

“No.” It hadn’t even been the worst time she’d had that week.

“Rayla, that’s fucking messed up! You do get that that’s messed up, right?!”

She looked down in the mud. Mess was right. It hadn’t felt like anything at the time, but… it wasn’t nothing, either. It’d stuck with her for a while, the laughter, the jarring impact of that fist, the taste of dirt and blood and humiliation and failure-

Alright, so… maybe it was still a little bit stuck with her.

“I… I didn’t like it. It was… not fun. But it was-“

There was the creak of some door, and she jumped, her hand going for Runaan’s bow, before she saw a skinny lad with a broom, going about his shitty day in this shitty place where shitty things happened… that she couldn’t change for him. Or for herself.

What had happened in this place had happened, and worse things by far had happened and would happen.

It was life so… it had to be okay.

“…okay-“ she finished.

Callum’s fists released and his eyes softened, his arms reaching for her.

His embrace was gentle, but tight all the same, one of his arms pulling her flush against him, the other sliding up her back to cradle her head.

And for some reason, it felt suddenly and all at once not okay anymore.

“I thought I saw you, up there. Your red scarf, your eyes. You’re fucking distracting, you know, even when you aren’t even there.” She sniffled, somehow bubbling out easily, here, in the circle of his arms where there was room for weakness. The last time she had been in these pits, that weakness had quite literally earned her a fist in the face, but… now?

Now the scarf was real; he was real.

Now, there was room.

He didn’t move and his embrace didn’t let up, for what felt like a long time. His thumb stroked gently along her jaw where the bruise had been, again and again, like he could erase some mark that was already long gone.

“Was that why you lost?” he asked, his breath making a strand of her hair tickle against her cheek.

It’d be easy to lie; it really was a question, this time.

“Yes.”

-> The original prompt posting

-> Downtime's Up, the verse these take place in