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Bait (26th June)
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Bait (26th June)
The Dragon Prince
i love your art so much! the style is so eye catching!
if you feel inspired, do you think you could do a doodle of soren and rayla sparring?
auhsdghaskhjd you're too sweet <333 this is the summer of me trying to draw more LOL… anatomy's kinda wonky though bc idk how swords work rip
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Multifandom December Prompts 2024
Day 1. "Under the Weather"
Fandom: The Dragon Prince
Word Count: 692
Summary: Ez is sick, Callum brings soup, chaos ensues.
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Callum knocked on the door, and then proceeded to let himself in. Ezran lay on his side, clutching at his pillow. Zym lay curled next to him, pushing his snout into Ezrans face. Bait grumbled beside them, on his pillow.
Callum placed the bowl of stew on the small table, then turned to the bed and placed his hands on his hips. “Zym! What did we say about bothering his royal highness during nap-time!”
Zym yipped concernedly in response, but retreated his snout from poking the king.
Said king, on the other hand, grumbled in response, and reached an arm out,at a pillow. Only to lazily throw it behind him at his dearest older brother. Callum catches it easily, and exaggerates a look of betrayal. Sure, Ez has his back to him. But it doesn’t hurt to try and draw out a laugh.
“I can’t believe you would do something like this! And to your own brother! Attack me- Me! You’ve rallied your feathered fiends and attacked me. Death by feather! Why would you do this?! Whyyy, Oh Whyyyy-” He drops to the floor dramatically, holding the pillow tightly to his chest.
At that moment, the door opens again, and Rayla comes in, holding something behind her back. She stops after only a few steps though, and confusion twists itself into her features.
“...Do I want to know?”
Ezran sits up, his hair a complete mess, and faces Rayla, with as much of a smile as he can manage. “Callum called me “royal highness” again, so I unleashed my ‘feathery fiends’ and now he's dead on my bedroom floor. Can you help me clean up the evidence?”
Rayla blinks once, before she bursts out laughing. Callum laughs heartily from the floor. He picks himself up and sits on the bed, next to Zym’s curled up figure. Rayla walks around and sits on the other side of the bed. Petting Bait on the back as she sits down.
Ezran leans back and sighs. “How much longer until I can get back to my duties?” A muffled laugh sounds from outside the doors. “See! Oh, c’mon Corvus, it’s a little funny. Doodie! No- wait- Come back! Corvus-”
Rayla meets his eyes, “Does that answer your question?” Her mouth quirks up in a mischievous smile. Ezran lets out a tired sigh.
The fireplace is crackling, it's dark out, and soft snowflakes fall outside of the warm room.
Rayla’s smile softens, and she pulls her hand from behind her back. In it, she’s holding a plate, piled with jelly tarts. Ezrans eyes light up. He reaches for a jelly tart and bites into it hastily. He gets a dreamy look in his eyes as he sighs with contentment. “Thanks Rayla! This is exactly what I needed!” He finishes the pastry, and is about to reach for another one, when he suddenly sneezes.
Zym jumps at the sound, and Stella ruffles in her sleep, from where she is situated in her own little makeshift bed.
“Okay!” Callum exclaims. Standing up and clapping his hands. “Back to bed with you…”
And an evil grin flashes across his face.
“...Your royal highness.” He bows deeply at the foot of the bed.
This time, he’s not fast enough. And when he straightens himself up, he’s met with a pillow, hitting him square in the face.
“I command you leave my quarters at once…Step-prince” Ezran retorts.
Rayla lets out an audible gasp. “You’ve really done it now, Callum”
Callum starts making his way to the door, but he faces the king as he confidently walks backwards. “As you command, Your royal sassness.”
Another pillow comes flying at him. Which he catches easily. “Where do you keep getting these from?!” But he doesn’t get an answer, instead he’s met with another pillow. This one being thrown by none other than Rayla herself.
Callum, unfortunately, does not catch that one, and instead trips and falls again. His fall is broken by the pillows. But the absurdity of the situation makes him laugh loudly. And Ezran joins in. And soon enough all three of them are laughing.
Laughter, overflowing with love and affection.
~ * ~ Thank you for Reading!!!
~ Remzy
A Primal Source of His Own Huh? ~ Flexio!
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I just started watching the dragon prince for the first time (other than clips on tiktok) and how tf did my brain end up picking the goofy ass frog thing and the thicc gay elf man with like 5 minutes of screentime as my favorite characters. what.