The Dragon Prince franchise | Mostly Rayllum | Not a proshipper | Monoshipper | Sol Regem's simp | I don't hide my feelings or opinions | Icon by m4rs-ex3
Hello I'm Tate! or Iris or whatever you want to call me like. This blog is mostly focused on The Dragon Prince/The Dragon King franchise, 99% of it being Rayllum. Rayla and Arc 2 defender.
While this blog is mostly positive, I'm very vocal and unfiltered about ships I dislike (Claudium, Sorayla, Raydia and Raydium‚ Sorayllum. Overall crackships with Rayla and Callum in particular) or fandom behavior/opinions I'm against of, if you don't like that kind of negativity please stay away from the blog. While I'm anti-harassment, this is not a proshipping account. These are tagged as #rant #tdp fandom critical or have an anti tag but I don't use the ship tags for vent posts.
For art #tategaminu art
Smut stuff (minimal) may be tagged as #sandwiches or #nsfw
I'm also a huge Sol Regem fan, I love that garbage can of a dragon.
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@liegau Scissor Seven stuff
@draconicarchive Dragons!!!
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I sometimes post content from other franchises, it can be very random.
To be so for real with you, I still don’t even know what Aaravos’ plan was with this apple. Like was he trying to corrupt Callum with a dark magic red delicious or was he just straight up trying to murder him?
Rayla and Sarai would definitely try doing the footprints for first steps in order to get it done by Callum’s birthday. But at the end, it’s just lots of scribbles and nonsense by Sarai as Rayla was trying to keep Stella and Sneezles from stepping on paint. Needless to say, they have paw prints and baby footprints on their floors that they haven’t cleaned or refuse to clean it cause it’s cute!
YES OH MY GOD that's adorable. Callum would melt. Maybe that just stays a decoration
Genuine thanks for hosting the Rayllum month and writing so much fic. I think it's been saving the little sanity I have left :3 we are not a lot of people but the few of us appreciate it a lot
no thank you because i really needed this
it's been a challenge to stay motivated, but it has been really fun and really rewarding to see love from those dedicated few of us
I love a lot that there's not homophobia‚ transphobia or sexism in Xadia. I'm so tired of it in real life I don't need to see it on my comfort fantasy.
Callum stared up at the night sky and wondered, not for the first time, how many stars there were. He was sure that people had tried to count them before, or at least had come up with some mathematical formula to predict a probable number, but he didn’t think anyone knew for sure. The universe was so vast, how could anyone mortal even begin to fathom something like the number of stars?
The stars carried fond memories for Callum, of nighttimes spent with his first dad, and later with his mom, giggling around campfires and naming constellations. He had always loved stargazing. It was a fact that Rayla had discovered on their trip to the Starscraper. She had tried to exploit it tonight, to take his mind off of other worries by proposing a late picnic on a clear night.
And it was helping, a little. Rayla was curled up next to him with her head on his chest, her breathing slow and steady but not quite asleep. Her warmth was a constant comfort, and he had to withhold himself from kissing her forehead every five seconds. He took a moment and let his eyes wander across the curve of her horns and the small braid that hadn’t quite been untangled from her hair. He smiled at her, rubbing his thumb gently across her back before returning his attention to the vastness of the cosmos. How many stars were there, anyway?
It wasn’t a question that pertained to Callum much. He was only really worried about eleven of those stars. He moved his eyes around and picked them out. He knew all of their names, of course, and he checked their positions every night before bed. They seemed to be especially bright tonight, as though they were taunting him. When his focus drifted away from them, he could swear he saw them moving out of the corner of his eye. Inching closer and closer together, like grains of sand spilling into the empty half of an hourglass, counting down the time he had left to live.
He was being dramatic, of course. They still had 6 years, 11 months, and 24 days before the stars aligned. Before he returned. Callum did the math again in his head, although he had the numbers memorized by now. In just under seven years, he would be twenty-four. Rayla, twenty-five. Ezran… nineteen.
Nineteen. So old, relative to now, but so young in the grand scheme of life. Only two years older than Callum was now. Ezran didn’t deserve to have to count the days until his nineteenth year of life with apprehension rather than excitement. He deserved a life without fear, without constant fruitless planning, without the pressure of a throne, and a broken kingdom, and a new city underway… he deserved to just be a kid.
But then, none of them had deserved any of what had happened to them at such young ages. Callum hadn’t deserved to lose his parents, nor Rayla hers. Soren hadn’t deserved the coldness of his father. That was the thing about the world, it didn’t tend to give you what you deserved.
Rayla sighed contentedly and Callum brought himself back to the present. He checked the stars again. Was he up there right now, biding his time? Was he waiting as anxiously as the rest of them? Could he see what they were planning? Callum had never found anything to indicate that Startouch elves were omniscient, but it wasn’t the most thoroughly researched subject in Xadia. Maybe the scholars had missed something, maybe when Startouch elves were returned to the heavens they gained a sort of presence that couldn’t be accurately described in academia. Maybe their fruitless planning was utterly pointless anyway, because Aaravos already knew about all of it due to some special power he had as a star. Or worse, maybe he could see through Callum’s corrupted eyes right now, and—
“Callum?”
Rayla’s whisper snapped him out of his spiral. He focused his eyes on her face, her concern visible even in the low light.
“Yeah?” he replied softly, trying to sound calm.
“Are you okay? Your heart started racing.”
“Oh, sorry. Did I disturb you?”
“I wasn’t pointing it out because you ‘disturbed’ me, dummy, I was pointing it out because I’m worried about you.” She sat up all the way and looked down at him, her hair falling around her face in a way that made her look angelic. “Are you okay?”
He shrugged. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“What am I ever thinking about?”
“Oh.” She frowned. “I had hoped that stargazing would take your mind off of that, not bring it more into focus.”
“Sorry.”
She smacked him lightly on the chest. “Stop apologizing, or I swear I’ll—”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I guess I just… feel bad for ruining tonight. It was supposed to be something peaceful, for just us, but, I don’t know, he just- he overshadows everything. He spoils everything good.”
Rayla frowned, running her thumb across his forehead gently and brushing a white strand of hair to the side.
“Don’t let him ruin stargazing for you, Callum. He doesn’t deserve to.”
There was that word again. Callum sighed. “I wish it were that easy. I just don’t think I can look at the stars tonight without thinking about him.”
Rayla smiled sweetly. “Then don’t look at the stars.”
Callum cocked his head. “What? But the whole reason we came was—”
“Close your eyes.”
It was an order, not a suggestion, so Callum complied.
“Open your mouth.”
He frowned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He trusted her, though, so he opened his jaw a little, and felt something small and cool drop into it. He pressed it against the roof of his mouth, covering his tastebuds with the distinctive tart juice of something he associated with Rayla.
“You brought moonberries?” he mumbled, mouth still full.
She giggled. “What sort of picnic would it be without any food?”
Callum smiled, opening his eyes and propping himself up to see that she had pulled a small basket out of a nearby bush. She held up another one and he obliged, opening his mouth and letting her place it delicately inside. She grinned at him, and he grinned back.
“When did you set this up?” he asked.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “A few days ago.”
“A few days!? Rayla, that’s—”
She shushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Callum, people are sleeping.”
He nodded and she removed her finger, allowing him to continue in a whisper. “Rayla, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
She gave him a playful scowl. “Sweeter than when we held a forage feast in your honor?”
“Sorry, that’s not what I was—”
“Up bup up, what’d I say about apologizing?”
“I’m not sure, actually, I kind of interrupted you earlier.”
“Well what I meant to say,” she scooted closer to him, until their legs brushed up against each other, “Was if you keep apologizing, I swear I’ll have to shut you up.”
She gave him a sly smirk. The starlight illuminated her face with its soft glow, and Callum felt his insides flutter. He grinned.
“I mean, if that’s what it takes, I guess I— mmph.”
She put her hands on either side of his face and pull him into a kiss. He melted against her lips, putting his arm around her waist and tugging her tunic to place her more on top of him. She pulled away after a moment and giggled into the air between them, their noses still touching.
“You taste like moonberries.”
“I wonder why.” He smiled against her lips, then pulled back a little further. He raised a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, then stared into her beautiful lilac eyes.
“Thank you,” he whispered, “for tonight.”
“Of course.” She hummed contentedly and curled back down into his chest.
Callum gave into the urge to kiss her on the forehead, then laid them both back down on the blanket. He looked at the sky for a moment before deciding it would be better to close his eyes and enjoy the present with the love of his life.
He didn’t think he deserved her, but then that was the thing about the world: it didn’t tend to give you what you deserved.
