Late last night I decided it best to take a break after the next big update on AMM. Just to get a bit of a stockpile going but also it’s the holidays and all that? Not to mention I still have a lot going on irl that’s increasingly desiring my attention.
I love your take on Aaravos and Callum so much. It warms my (possibly) dead heart. I also think it would be funny if an elf ends up joining them in being fugitives
(Warning! Semi-long post! read at your own discretion💗)
Hello hello
As someone who’s obviously been alone in my journey of loving them, first of all, I can’t say this enough but hearing that my work brings joy to others is the best thing anyone can say to an artist so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you <3.
(Sorry for the really late respond I feel like I ought to finish with my thesis about Aaravos first before making any more contents about them due to the horrible assassinations of their meeting and therefore the sabotage of their entire relationship within the canon that surely I will get to explain why in excruciating details soon, but I really do wanna answer this one ask so here we are (ง •_•)ง)
Secondly, actually this question was already asked in one of the longest Q&A I could have ever possibly provided, click here if you want to read the rest of it! But for your sake here is a screenshot to that exact question:
But I would also like to elaborate this point a little further for this particular question because I love anyone who loves my boys. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I might have made in advance🙏
When it comes to people who would join them, I would say there will be a lot of people with very specific situations that would want to seek them out.
*Note that I use “people” here because to Callum everyone is an individual and so he calls them “person”, species isn’t an issue to him also he called Rayla a person despite being an elf so … yea elves are people idk I don’t make the rules ¯\(ツ)/¯
They would all tease Callum about how much he cares for this bastard of a man(Aaravos) when they part ways eventually though...
Which is always hilarious.
Again, thank you for reading and loving my two idiots 🎉🎉🎉
i’m so sorry for your loss. grief can be a weird/scary thing to navigate. last year, i found this comment on reddit that explains grief and how it feels. it’s a little long, but it’s helped me a lot with my dad’s passing. i figured maybe it can help you too ♥️
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As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
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From the bottom of my heart: thank you for this.
I’ve read this over and over what feels like a hundred times. Each time I’ve read it, it seemed I understood it in a new way. I have days where it feels like the waves aren’t suffocating. Where the shipwreck of my loss doesn’t feel like it’s relentlessly pulling me under, while others days it’s completely drowning me.
It’s so weird. I expect to wake up and just start talking to her. Getting on instagram, Tumblr, TikTok, or even just opening our texts reminds me with painful clarity it won’t happen.
I started playing Baldur’s Gate 3 for her last year. She kept telling me Astarion is not only a sassy vampire who I would love, but he had one of the most painful angsty backstories ever. She honestly wasn’t wrong. I finally was able to finish it for her. Even if I literally cried at random moments and had to get up and take a break. I wish I could discuss him with her. Tell her a whole lot of things and have her talk me into writing for him (aka something for her). Although I can’t tell her what impact his storyline had on me, I decided to still write it out and send it to her. To let her know - if she already doesn’t.
Thank you, again, for taking the time to send me this. I absolutely appreciate you sending something that conveys in the most tragically beautiful way what it means to miss someone always 🖤
P.s. I am so incredibly sorry to read about your loss🖤
Sometimes being the way I am, fixated the way I am, writing for this small grouping of fandoms going on three and a half years, really feels like sitting in a cafe' and people watching. Many people stop in, many sit for a while, talk, hang out, consume and/or create but, most eventually get up, leave, and I'm here again. Watching people pass on by.
hi mr a4g on timblr. just wanted to show my appreciation for your art, theres something about the spokes you draw that just cheers me up really. ive been preparing for a ridiculously important exam slash competition lately and making your art my wallpaper has helped a ton. hope this doesnt sound too weird or anything lol best wishes to you from china :)
This is such a sweet message, thank you THANK YOU, I’m glad my art helps you :’DD
I'm so tired. I get my sleep, probably not enough of it but I get my sleep never the less. I go to school and socially interact with other people. I go to Boy scout meetings every week. I listen to my friends when they need someone. I talk to my family when I need someone. I am there. So why is that so tiring. I just want to exist, to get by, to exist without questioning it. To stop being wiped on my ass by these events every day. To stop being pushed too far by my teacher saying something a little too harshly. To finally be able to cherish the existence I was given.
I'm just tired. I want to sleep all the time, even when I have woken up.
Is it 4:30 in the morning for me? Yes. Am I wondering now after seeing your inspo for doc if zoro does the hand flex thing? Absolutely. God I love emotionally constipated men
It’s currently 1:39 am for me 🤣 let’s just start expressing the time to one another.
Zoro 1000000% does the hand flex thing. The first time they touched on accident when he landed on top of her coming out of the well rattled him to his core.