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#aaravos angst
redr0sewrites · 7 months
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so yall really werent gonna tell me ab this...
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i am going to commit atrocities. why is he crying.
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ANYWAYS THE OTHER ELF MIGHT BE HIS LOVE INTEREST SO THATS COOL!!!! IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO BEAT OFF THE LITTLE VOICE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD SCREAMING THAT SHOULD BE ME WITH A STICK 😇
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numptypylon · 2 months
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Rayla: Callum… come back to me…
Aaravos!Callum: *smirking* Such familiar words; this boy asked the same from you, on so many nights, desperate, pleading…
Rayla: *failing to get up, collapsing in the snow* C-come… back-
Aaravos!Callum: *spreading arms, wings forming, smirking as he ascends, leaving her on the ground*
And it zooms out to a lonely, snowy wilderness, just Rayla a tiny figure below, getting smaller, a feather falling down with the snowflakes.
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sthormiiii · 3 months
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super specific orphan queen and aaravos drawing which most likely only makes sense in my head !!!
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and pt2 of it, which is v sketchy im sorry
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Wait-
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Me: Stop hurting my babies! I want them to be happy!
Also me: Wow I can’t wait for Aaravos to take Callum and force him to do horrible things and Rayla can never bring herself to hurt him no matter how much he begs her to and it’s both of their worst nightmares come to life >:)
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chubis · 7 months
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A dying breath...
A unicorn horn...
Blood filled with hatred...
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Aaravos’s Endless Cold
because of @sthormiiii’s headcanon— I was thinking about how Aaravos has to wear a cloak because he’s cold and. this spawned. Oops
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Despite his mastery of both sun and sky, while the powerful archmage could do anything within reason, heating or cool the temperature of the room without a thought, he could not help finding himself freezing regardless. it was the sort of inner chill that soaked you to your bones. that left him shivering and hands trembling with no reason at all, despite the way the fire blazed right in front of him, dancing across his hands, within him. 
he found his body’s involuntary reactions to his solitary confinement an inelegant limitation of his form so he took to wearing a cloak so that as he checked his reflection in the ceaselessly watching mirror, he might not have to look upon the stars that glistened faintly on his skin like the sweat that coated it regardless of his ever constant slight adjustment to temperature. The stars that once shone brightly and winked at him warmly from his skin whispering sweetly of wonders now angrily hummed minor chords and squinted in disdain. It ached in a way more tangible somehow than the constant ache of the inky black tear in the fabric of his ethereal being. He had grown so very, very tired of the pain, and had more important things to attend to. He vaguely wondered what it was like to know temperature, to know love, but with no real commitment to the concept any further. Every time he stretched his mind out to touch the constellations and divine their alignment he was slapped back, his black heartache ate at him and took his stars.
Tears rolled down his face, of no real consequence. He gently touched the black mark making him a mocking example of monstrousness, which he grown used to nonetheless. The days still passed, regardless of the impossibility of knowing. Once, he would have let them take all of him in the darkness, given into the icy cold, the shivering and tears. But withering numb and purposeless into dry tinder,  it was fire he must utilize, dancing across the table, the pit, his hands, burning inside him, and after each bout of those desolate days of darkness—the sun must always rise, mustn’t it—he had grown used to setting fires and burning candles and wearing cloaks to mark his time and burn away his aches. It was enough to believe almost- almost—that the shivers had gone away. So be it, it made no difference if his stars sweat in cold fury or his core shivered in the terrifying icy hunger of a vacuum from the ever open wound. As much as possible, he would cover and neglect them just as the stars taught him—
excommunicated.
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quietninjakitty · 8 months
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Callum, about the timeskip: Were you safe?
Rayla: Your version of safe or mine?
Callum: Mine.
Rayla, quietly, knowing how Callum will react: ...No. Not once.
Tag me if you use.
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0multifandomweirdo0 · 8 months
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I want the Zym team to meet Kim'daelin the next season and have Rayla tell them about her childhood trauma and also tell them what has Kim'daelin done in all the centuries she's been alive
I want to see Callum horrified at the memory of how he told Amaya that Rayla would drink their blood if she didn't let them go. I want to see the horror in his eyes when he realizes how much he had to hurt her then
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Can someone please write some fanfiction on Callum’s possession 
I would read the hell out of them
One of my ideas is like the Dragang’s individual reactions to Aaravos possessing Callum imagine how cool that would be can someone write this for me plEASE
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redr0sewrites · 8 months
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I really need An Angsty fic with Aaravos and Reader where the reason he helps the Humans get what they want was so that they could destroy Eachother cus the humans killed his lover Aka Reader?
Anyway this is just a Lil idea that popped up I hope it's OK lol :) I luv my starboi☆
im sorry this took so long 😭 i love this request it really made me excited to see!!!! again im so sorry it took forever to get too i was on vacation for a while and i lost track of time <\\\3 anyway, hope u enjoy
🥀Cw: angst with no comfort, aaravos is in mourning, slight descriptions of violence and murder, depression
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your death had been an accident, that is what aaravos had been told. a simple casualty of war, someone who got caught in the cross hairs of something they couldn't control. it was supposed to reassure him, it was supposed to make him feel better about your passing. and yet, it didnt. the screams of anguish that escaped from aaravos' throat cut through the air like a knife through butter, slicing waves of agony over anyone who heard them. you were gone, his precious star.
you had always been so kind, so willing to help others. you had tried to see the good in humans, you had always believed in them. your own sense of justice caused your demise. the beings that you had once loved and cared for so much had slain you, leaving aaravos painfully, dreadfully alone. aaravos remembered you well. he remembered long conversations under the stars, the both of you giggling and smiling as though nothing could ever hurt you now.
"what we have is special", you always told him with a smile. "nothing can hurt us if we have eachother". and yet, you were gone. aaravos woke yet sobbing again, your side of the bed disgustingly cold and empty. the sight of your face and the warmth of your touch was fleeting, disappearing as his dream faded. he tried to reach out, to warn you not to go, but every time you slipped through his fingers, telling you would be just fine. he felt like he was drowning in his own tears, reminiscing your final hours together.
"i'll be back soon my love", you giggled. "theres nothing to worry about. im only visiting the humans again!" despite the overwhelming sense of foreboding gnawing painfully at his gut, aaravos had nodded. oh, how regret burned in his heart at that simple acceptance.
aaravos remembered everything. he had lived a long, long time. he remembered every wound, every scar, and yet none stung as much as your death. he remembered when you first started helping the humans, you had offered magic to those pitiful creatures. aaravos had tried to warn you, he had tried to tell you that this path only led to pain, but you wouldn't listen. you never did. you told him to trust you, and trust you he did. aaravos followed you without a care or a reason, he loved you unconditionally in the same way that the moon loves the sun, always chasing, always wanting, and yet you always slipped away when sunrise came.
another tormenting dream. aaravos woke again, gasping and shivering as tears spilled down his cheeks. he reached towards your side of the bed, than remembered. aaravos layed back down, sinking bitterly into the mattress below him. nothing was comfortable now that you were gone. pastries were not sweet enough, wine was not strong enough, and sleep was not long enough.
the wound that was your death had festered and rotted so much within aaravos' heart that he feared he did not have one anymore. anguish had turned to regret, regret into depression, and depression into anger. the anger had only grown stronger, the loss of your light in his world was too much to bear.
the humans would burn for this, he wanted them all to feel the pain of his rotting heart. they had stolen his life, his love, his sun, and he would steal theirs. the creatures you had onlce loved, the beings you had put so much time and energy into saving, those despicable humans, they would pay. deep down, somewhere broken and small, a voice whispered from aaravos' heart that maybe, just maybe, this wasnt what you would have wanted. but that didnt matter anymore. you werent there to tell him that.
eee hope u enjoyed! this turned out better than expected :0
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space--cryptid · 1 year
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Listen we did not get callum being possessed this season for us to IGNORE it. Where is the angsty fanfictions? The analysis posts?? THE ART.
We did not get treated with aaravos's slutty ass possessing callum, his first meeting with aavaros, to not write the most soul shattering fanfiction on his anxieties of falling to the dark side. Sit down, slut up, and get to writing folks.
And if I do it, I'm killing someone. Probably multiple someones.
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sthormiiii · 4 months
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hm yeah why doesnt the fandom pay more attention to them? aaravos getting attached to a human for the first time/ziard being his first student, just for him to die because of sol regem. that. that is some really good angst potential guys you're missing out !!
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im fine! (no)
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Not me thinking season 5 will be the Rayllum reconciliation season only to read that interview and find out it’ll focus on Rayla’s continuing struggle with her obsessions (this time with the coins) versus her love for Callum 🤡
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magicandmundane · 1 year
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Ezran: Life lesson: treat spiders the way you want to be treated. 
Callum, looking at Rayla: Killed without hesitation. 
Rayla: NO—
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zuppizup · 1 year
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Thinking about how this sketch Rayla did for Callum is still in his sketch book. How it was there the entire two years she was missing. How it might have been the only thing he had of hers during that whole time, other than her letter.
Thinking about him staring at it endlessly and equally being too sad to look at it. Going back and forth. Having bad days and better days but no real good days.
Thinking…
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