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*screams*
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i remember seeing someone talk about how callum's design favors blue more than anyone else in katolis to show how out of place he is and that being said
wowww that ain't even subtle 💀 sticking out like a blue thumb
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WARNING:
THE FOLLOWING SCREENSHOT MAY CAUSE YOU TO DROP YOUR PHONE IN SPAGHETTI.
let’s fucking go
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the S6 puzzles are gonna be fun!
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I love you (I know you can be saved)
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Not obvious at all since sharing a plate, touching arms and holding hands while eating is something normal everyone does. Don't worry about it
#and they were plate mates. oh my god... they were plate mates#there was only one plate#WE NEED THIS AGAIN#we need them eating from the same plate. in the janaya wedding or whatever just gimme#still not over them eating like this WHY ARE THEY LIKE THAT IAROEAWRJOAPRJPEatfareaewrawe#maybes rayla hand in the second panel is resting in his leg and not in his hand. both are good options#rayllum#rayla#callum#tdp#the dragon prince#throught the moon#i hate this comic#(affectionate)#they make me ill
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I love you, and I haven't forgotten about you. I never will.
#tdp rayla#raylangst#moon fam#parallels#something something tdp and the power of memory#3x08#4x08#5x01#multi#rayla#tdp#the dragon prince#some things never change
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#ai art#daisy keech#enhypen x reader#needy pussy#fnaf fandom#tdp#ebonybeauty#doukyuusei#fit girls#golf#fotos#digital drawing#dm for noods#therealchelasway#deborah ann woll
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#tdp#ebonybeauty#doukyuusei#fit girls#golf#fotos#digital drawing#dm for noods#lana del rey#donations#tommy shelby x reader#menhera#robbie coltrane
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Ren's Endless List of Blorbos ⬥ #1
Character: Viren
Series: The Dragon Prince (Netflix/Wonderstorm)
Actor: Jason Simpson
He's a mage. He's a divorced single father. He gets seduced by a mysterious entity on the other side of a mirror. He's the most bisexual dumbass in existence. Of course I love him.
#this is the first gif I've ever made#dear god I hope I did it correctly#ren makes gifs#endless list of blorbos#original post#the dragon prince#tdp#tdp viren#viren dragon prince#dragon prince viren
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#princess peach#gojo satoru x reader#quilting#ai art#daisy keech#enhypen x reader#needy pussy#tdp#ebonybeauty#fit girls#fotos#digital drawing#dm for noods#therealchelasway#lana del rey
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Oh my god….
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don't worry guys we can wait. what's a little longer? i know patience well. i know the patience of countless candles burned down to waxy puddles. i know the patience of apple seeds plucked from the flesh of their fruit, planted and nursed until the strongest of them birth new life from rich soil. i know the patience of a woven tapestry, how the weaver plaits the purpose of every thread, even as they disappear into the beauty of its design. i know thE PATIENCE OF A PRISONER
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Angsty Rayllum baby centric fic ahead. Read the tags, my lovelies
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Rayla hates being pregnant. Not for the typical reasons people joke about to her, though she is frustrated with how ill she feels, and how delicately everyone treats her.
No, she hates how anxious it makes her. How every moment feels filled with thoughts of the baby, if she is comfortable, if she is growing…
If she is alive.
After all this time, she finds she cannot relax.
From her swollen belly it is clear that the baby will be born any day now, but she finds her worry only grows with each passing day. She doesn’t think it will abate until she finally holds her baby in her arms, until she can truly see she’s real and well and… alive.
They’ve been through this too many times before. Her heart cannot take one more break.
Not this particular one, at least.
It’s been broken many times before, she thinks, but this type of loss is something different. Mourning for what might have been is so different from mourning people that were, that others knew.
It feels silly and pointless. Why be sad for what never was? Why look upon an empty crib and think of the baby that might have been but over and over never was.
This one seemed to stick.
It came to a point where her frame could no longer hide and the rumours were growing and growing and eventually it seemed ridiculous to try and dismiss the obvious.
She hated all the well wishing though. All the congratulations and the excitement.
The hidden losses robbed her off her innocence, she thinks.
Everyone seems to see this as a time of joy, of celebration.
It feels wrong for her to dampen others spirits with her constant concerns.
And so, even now, as people seem more and more excited and happy and confident, she wants nothing more than to shy away, to be alone. Just her and Callum.
She does not want to mourn with an audience.
Callum is supportive, as he always is. Patience and understanding. Always willing to listen.
She cannot explain the ache though. The fear. The anxiety.
She doesn’t want to breathe life into it.
He doesn’t believe in fate, has defied it more than once in his defence, but she cannot help but worry… what if she’s bringing this upon them? What if her endless running thoughts are the reason why they never stay.
She’s gazing at the full moon when the first ache hits her. Dull at first, but persistent. Callum is snoring behind her, and she elects not to wake him because who wants to be woken for bad news?
She’s felt this ache before.
Eventually the pain becomes too much though. She cries out, despite her best efforts and Callum wakes suddenly.
She worries he’s going to yell at her, annoyed that she kept another thing from him, but instead he rushes to the guards, insists they call for the midwife and that’s when it truly hits her.
The baby is coming.
The midwife is too far away and Rayla has no idea what she is doing. She was too afraid of tempting fate. The books Callum procured for her untouched on her bedside table.
True to form, Callum has been reading and he coaches her through it.
She thinks she can’t do it, it’s all too much, too painful, too terrifying but then there’s a pain worse than anything she could ever imagine, followed by a tiny, strangled cry and Callum is laughing and crying and looking between her and a pink, sticky bundle in his arms and she realises, the baby is real, screaming and grasping... and alive.
And a boy.
Tiny and pink and screaming and perfect and real.
She cries too as she holds him, strokes his tiny squished cheek and finally feels herself relax.
He’s here.
He’s real.
He’s alive.
He has Callum’s eyes and her nose and perhaps both of their lungs because he is clearly furious about the bright or the cold or something but Callum swaddles him in a blanket and pushes the hair back from her sweaty brow and he’s crying and she is too, and they have a baby, a real baby, a tiny little son.
Even now, days later, it all seems so surreal. He’s got over his abrupt and sudden entry to this world (as babies do) snuggled against her breast and sleeping soundly. Callum is sleeping too, drooling on her shoulder, his arm lazily lying across both of them.
She smiles at him, still amazed by how much their son looks like him… by how much love and adoration she feels for both of them. How warm and happy and content she feels.
She looks at her beautiful, healthy, amazing son and the man that helped her bring him into this world and feels she can finally relax.
She assumes people would scoff to hear it, new baby and all, but she feels she can finally rest.
#rayllum#rayllum fanfic#angst with a happy ending#tw: pregnancy#tw: pregnancy loss#just like… angst and concerned Rayla people#the dragon prince#tdp#rayla#callum#zuppi tumblr ficlets#my brain be going places
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First Katolis ball gone wrong….
I love spiky hair Rayla
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Callum is so gentle and soft at the core. Like this man has a “I love my best friend and my baby brother means everything to me. They are my whole heart and world” voice 😭😭😭
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