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m4rs-ex3 · 1 day
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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
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wowww that ain't even subtle 💀 sticking out like a blue thumb
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tategaminu · 1 day
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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
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zuppizup · 11 hours
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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.
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its-leethee · 1 day
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Ever since we learned in the Season 4 Discord Q&A that Queen Aanya has an adopted older brother named Grark, I've been wondering, what is his role in the story? Why give Aanya an older brother at all?
As adopted-older-sibling-to-the-monarch, Grark and Aanya's relationship is an obvious parallel to Callum and Ezran's. What if Grark was present and supportive to Aanya, to serve as a contrast to Callum, a similarly protective and devoted older brother, but one who is repeatedly missing in action when his younger sibling needs him:
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Shout out to Soren for stepping into Callum's place to support Ezran in both of these examples; but particularly Soren's exhortation to Ezran that "You deserve time to do kid stuff."
I don't think it's a stretch to imagine that Ezran would feel resentful toward Callum for his serial absences (and the implied emotional unavailability), or that he might perceive that his brother is indifferent to his struggles and has abandoned him, leaving Ezran to shoulder the burdens of ruling alone.
I'm having fun imagining Ezran and Aanya trading gripes about their overbearing older brothers who treat them like little kids... and then Ezran sadly, painfully realizing that his brother hasn't been there for him like he should be, while Aanya's brother is.
Broyals angst is delicious, of course, but why let Callum and Ezran have all the fun? Because this is where Aanya and Grark's relationship could get extra interesting:
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--Tales of Xadia, p. 34
The two phrases in particular that caught my eye: internal treason and isn't old enough
So, hear me out: Grark will be the protective older sibling who steps up, but eventually oversteps, in a misguided attempt to relieve Aanya of the responsibilty of the throne.
Oh yeah, political intrigue plus broyals angst? It would be SO GOOD.
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raayllum · 3 days
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god 1x04-1x06 re: callum's impulse control ("i was just trying to scare her, i thought she'd back down" → wanting the nova blade; "you want to know why he's called bait?" "not really" "well i'm gonna tell you anyway" → all of 5x08 down to rayla being bait / doing dark magic again even after being told repeatedly not to; "this path is too easy" "no it's not, it's the exact right amount of easy" → "what if i'm on a path of darkness?" "then take another path, dummy?" + dark magic vs primal magic). arc setup for ages
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turimoalin · 6 months
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limaisstilldrawing · 9 months
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dragon kiddos 💕
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katanasonata · 10 months
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july 27!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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wneella · 25 days
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Fav duo 💞🫶
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detectiphoenix · 3 months
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Season 6 predictions (Callum is very eager to use his shiny Nova Blade)
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m4rs-ex3 · 1 day
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from girlboss and boyfailure to boygenius and girlTryingHerBest. now that's what i like to see
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tategaminu · 8 hours
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I HAVE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FRAME FOR 5 MINUTES
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"MY GIRL!!"
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zuppizup · 2 days
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Fuel the Pyre: Chapter 9
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Summary: For almost a decade now, life has been peaceful for the royal family of Katolis. All out war is becoming a distant memory as efforts to unite the continent continue. Open borders let more than friends in, however, and whispers of dangers lurking in the shadows are growing louder and more insistent.
Callum, Rayla and their adopted daughter Tio have bee trying to ignore the growing unease as best they can, but when the threat comes banging at their door, they can no longer turn a blind eye.
Pairing: Rayla/Callum
Rating: Mature
AO3 Link: Fuel the Pyre
The sun was beginning to rise as Callum finally spotted a suitable clearing to rest. He had hoped to make it to the Nexus in one flight, but the winds were against him, and he couldn’t focus enough to change them. Alighting on the forest floor, he banished his wings, rolling is stiff shoulders for a moment before he began to undo the ties of Tio’s wrap. His hands shook and he told himself it was from the effort of flying.
“Dada?” Tio asked, having been unnaturally quiet the entire time. She normally enjoyed flying, the Skywing in her, he assumed, but there hadn’t been a giggle or even a murmur from her the entire time. He had felt her wake not long into their flight, but she hadn’t spoken. Not once.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice cracked as he pulled the last of the wrap away, slumping to the forest floor as he held her tight against his chest. He felt weak. Empty. He’d tried to control the winds, to get them to the Nexus as quickly as possible, but his mind raced with thoughts of Rayla. Alone, abandoned in the castle.
“Where’s Mama?” Tio looked up at him, her dark eyes wide and terrified.
Read More On AO3 – Fuel the Pyre: Chapter 9
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soyalexnajera · 9 months
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I JUST FOUND OUT LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO AAAH
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raayllum · 11 months
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i love it when characters are unfair, actually. i love it when they’re uncouth and cranky and hypocritical, i love it when they have cognitive dissonances, i love it when they make good and bad choices for the wrong reasons. i love when they’re short to anger and hard to understand. i love it when they’ve destroyed themselves for nothing but can’t even see either part of it yet. i love it when they’re messy and selfish and bad at communicating. i love it when they get convinced of their own ego and stuck in a feedback loop regarding their own warped paranoia. i love it when characters actively make their lives unknowingly harder for themselves. i love it when characters don’t know they’re in a story. i love it when characters are like real people
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dotcircledot · 9 months
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drops these and runs away
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