#Rayllum Birthday Bash

[leo-ne-vinci]

Rayllum Birthday Bash Days 29-30: Timeskip

I’m a bit late on this one, rip. 

I’ve had this WIP for a while and worked up the motivation to finish it for this prompt. 

EDIT: Corrected Ethari’s skin tone (I looked at a reference and WOW I was so off previously)

[boruneezo]

Rayllum Birthday Bash Day 15 - Callum's Birthday

Rayla made a summer fruit cake, Callum was shy and used his scarf like Gundham (from Danganronpa)

EDIT: I just realized that I forgot the marks e.e

[nestikogarana]

Day 9: Nightmares Comfort - Shh... It's okay... It was just a dream. I'm here. With you   

[lovelysheree]

I was suppose to have this ready by the Nightmare prompt for the #rayllumbirthdaybash but I got busy with other stuff. 

Rayla’s peeved and plotting her revenge on Viren (Callum keeps having nightmares about Viren and dark magic). Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn. Especially if she’s a deadly moon-powered assassin. 

[lettersfromxadia]

Sometimes, she wishes her flower had sunk too.

Posted by @dragonprinceofficial on Twitter.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Rayllum Month 2021 July 19th: Reconciliation

Fathers are curious things.

They can love you, give their entire heart to you, and even die for you.

So many people they know would say that fathers are the best people in the world.

But Callum and Rayla know better.

Callum knows that fathers can be clumsy with their feelings, even if they don’t want to be. He knows that they can, in moments of desperation, do something rash that costs them the whole world.

He knows that, in grief, fathers can do even worse.

He knows that fathers can appear normal on the outside, but even the people who are everything we want to be or have everything we want, can be twisted up on the inside, with eyes that see right through other people. Who treat children like tools and play favorites, things fathers should never do.

Rayla knows this too.

She knows fathers can be misunderstood when people don’t have the whole story. She knows fathers can let their prejudices dictate their actions. She knows fathers can choose community over family, even when their heart stays with their children.

She knows that fathers can come with pressure, even when they shouldn’t.

She knows that fathers can do terrible things for their children and their homes, and take mothers away from people who love them, strike fear into the hearts of thousands.

So it stands to reason that fathers are actually terrible, right?

No.

Callum knows that fathers can send messages from beyond the grave, telling them that love and the ability to make choices is their greatest strength.

Rayla knows that fathers can hold them when we fear the worst we’ve heard of the people we love is true.

It’s one of the things that deepen their connection.

This knowledge of these strange dissonant creatures that shepherd us through this world to the best of their abilities, whose mistakes brought them together and led them on a journey neither will ever forget.

These people

Kings and Assassins, usurpers and dragons.

Fathers all.

So many people they know would say that fathers are so many things.

But Callum and Rayla know better.

They would say fathers are curious things.

And even they know it’s hard to reconcile all their sides.

They’re not even sure that they’ve done it by now.

Maybe they can do it together?

[raayllum]

It’s okay, Callum, I’m not asking you to come with me. Protecting that dragon doesn’t just feel like the right thing to do. It feels like the right thing for me to do. It’s where I’m meant to be. I’m going back down there. If I don’t come back, you and Ezran can get Zym to Xadia. I believe in you.

Happy Birthday Rayla! <3

[numptypylon]

Rayllum Birthday Bash AU bonus content, a comic I made (well, dialogue and layout sketches) prior to season 3, and decided to finish for AU day, since it’s now canon divergence 😊

Like many others, I assumed rayllum would be more of a slowburn, so this is an epilogue get-together kinda scene, where they have to attend some grand human party.

It’s the first comic I’ve ever done, so I know I have a lot to learn, but I hope you enjoy!

[jelzorz]

rbb06: dancing

On his third trip to the Silvergrove, Callum realises something important: Rayla's key isn't particularly complex but neither is he a particularly graceful (or at all good) dancer, but it lets him in every time no matter how many mistakes he makes. He trips over his own feet, and barely completes the turns, and still, the Silvergrove materialises before him like a city being unveiled from a magical fog.

He thinks about his first trip here, and of Zym, running circles around them while they danced. He thinks about his second trip, and that time he nearly fell off the bough entirely. He thinks about the pirouettes he can't do, and the steps that he misses, and when Rayla climbs into bed with him that night, his pyjamas loose on her figure ("They're comfy," she'd said, stuffing them into his pack with stubborn frown), he asks her:

"I don't actually need to do the ritual with you to get in, do I?"

Rayla has the decency to flush a little. "No, not really," she mumbles, sheepish and unwilling to look him in the eye. "That first time, you were just so enamoured with magic and I wanted you to experience all of it. Now... Well. I just like it. Dancing with you, I mean."

He laughs. "You could have just said."

"And ruin the fun?" She snorts. "Sorry I didn't tell you. You don't have to keep doing it."

Callum shakes his head, a grin on his lips. "Don't be ridiculous," he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "As long as you don't mind that I suck, I'll happily keep dancing with you."

"You don't suck that bad."

"You can be honest, my love."

Rayla purses her lips, probably to keep the cheeky smirk from pulling up at their corners. "You suck a little,"she admits. "But really. I don't mind."

Callum chuckles. "Then neither do I."

[molybdochalkos]

Look, I’m not saying that the announcement about the rest of The Dragon Prince was caused by the collective desire of every Rayllum stan on this site being stoked into a frenzy by the Rayllum Birthday Bash, but that’s actually exactly what I’m saying. That’s what happened.

[leo-ne-vinci]

Rayllum Birthday Bash Day 1-2: Anniversary

[boruneezo]

Raylllum Birthday Bash Day 5

[nestikogarana]

Day 7: Baking/Cooking

[2-sf]

I drew something for Rayla's birthday today and I wanted it to seem that they were taking a picture together （＾ω＾）

I hope y'all like it and happy birthday Rayla 🎂

PS. It's loosely inspired by the rayllum birthday bash prompt ✿

[lettersfromxadia]

Happy birthday to our beloved dork Prince mage, Callum.

A talented mage who has made history, the best big brother one could ask for, and a goofy prince with the biggest heart. We love you, Callum!

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Rayllum Month 2021 July 27th: Rivers

Water was a life long enemy for her.

And the kind the accompanied a heavy heart was no exception.

In secret moments, let them come. When no-one watched or listened, when her heart was set to burst like a damaged dam, she let them carve lines down her face like rivers.

Moonshadow elves weren’t meant to show fear.

They were meant to flow with the world, changing and adapting like the tides under the moon.

Assassins were for justice, not mercy.

Strong as a raging torrent, one that cleansed the impurities of the land.

But doubts came to her unbidden when she let her guard down.

Questions like “did he deserve it” and “who will it bring back”.

Question she was sure even the most seasoned assassins she’d ever met were scared to answer, scared that the conclusions they’d reach would break their own dams and drown them.

So why didn’t their fears fill her with righteous anger?

So why didn’t the hypocrisy disgust her?

Maybe because she knew how hard it was to admit wrong, to admit fallibility to the people you didn’t want to disappoint?

Or maybe it was him?

The boy she’d met trying to prove herself.

The boy she’d spent a month trumping through mud and forest and snow and getting seasick with.

Who felt his own pressures, had his own wrestling match with fear.

And how what they went through together taught her it was alright to lose.

It was alright to feel.

You didn’t have to go numb and pretend like the feeling of a blade hitting bone after that awful tearing sound didn’t bother you.

Or that you didn’t hear it in the silence long after.

The boy whose father who made the mistake of killing the person who protected her homeland.

Who bore her no ill will for her role in his father’s death.

Who felt every death he witnessed and still managed to offer an open palm to others.

Who’s deep and unflinching love for his younger brother was could calm the white waters of her mind and allow her to see herself, flaws and all, for what felt like the first time.

Who made her realize how much she felt the weight of phrases like “humans are liars” and “humans are inferior”.

In secret moments, she made them. When no-one watched or listened, when her heart was set to burst like a damaged dam.

But now, knowing that there was that person who wouldn’t look down on you and burn a bridge because of what you couldn’t do, it was easier to find that catharsis.

It was easier to hold on and let the rivers run down your face.