#aaravos worm

[havokzsys]

They should make one of these

For this motherfucker

#aaravos #the dragon prince #aaravos worm

[thrandilf]

— J. R. R. Tolkien.

#tdp #tdp edit #the dragon prince #callum tdp #viren tdp #lord viren #aaravos #i feel like someone maybe already did this but listen. the worms

[onlyallytothesun]

"Get on your knees"

-Said Harrow, as he laid down the sword he was stroking moments before.

#Kneel #Its time I remind you of your place #why was that scene written like that #Get on your knees??? Somebody in the writers room was giggling #But i also dont think theres a way you can phrase that does not sound wrong #? maybe #I think what makes it worse is the line before #what is this? A badly written Avatar fic or a porno?? #and Viren just cant catch a break with this homoerotic moments #Next thing he knows he's letting his magical buddy's worm enter him #I do have to say for as much as I criticize TDP #The trope of having older uptight men be manhandled is glorious #tdp #tdp viren #tdp harrow #viravos #viren x aaravos #viren x harrow #the dragon prince #virrow

[cerealboxlore]

Potential of Mr. Mind Team Ups

We all know Mr. Mind is tiny, haha, but we do know that he is still a terrifying creature/formidable villain to fight against, especially for Billy Batson (little orphan boy). However, we don't really see much of him, and aren't exposed to enough of his dangerous potential in storylines.

Don't get me wrong, I love Billy Batson

I truly do

But I like seeing my favorite little guy suffer sometimes so

#Billy batson #dc captain marvel #Shazam #Dc villains #Mr. Mind #A poll just because #I wanted to do a poll #Might be related to a another fic I'm working on #Mr. Mind low-key reminds me of Aaravos from The Dragon Prince #Especially as a worm #Evil worms

[ace-of-dragons-art]

rewatching The Dragon Prince and Viren's just out here like "having a normal one with my ear worm"

#just a man and his worm #the worm is a sparkly elf #no questions at this time #the dragon prince #the dragon prince viren #the dragon prince aaravos

[feralthembo]

Idk if i posted the touched up version of these yet, i added an outline and some glassy shine to the orbs

#my art #orb pondering #SPAAAAAACE #i did art via synesthesia again #i remembered that Aaravos themed worm egg thing i did a while back and decided to replicate the technique #couldnt figure out how i put the worm inside but i got smoke so close

[raayllum]

so like - have people talked about there being something literally Inside the cube before or nah?

#the key of aaravos #thinking of everything about aaravos in terms of him planting shit inside other shit #him in the mirror; worm creature in viren's body as a very trojan horse schtick #also probably completely off base but i keep thinking about the concept of skeleton keys #the way aanya's ring necklace literally unfurls #i am determined to find compelling alternatives to chet to cover my bases and if i cannot find them i will create them lmao

[whitedragonarchives]

what the f-

#aaravos #the dragon prince #aaravos tdp #Worm #meme #i'm scared

[gg-is-a-loser]

a moment of silence for everyone who expected that worm to bust out of that cocoon as a full fledged aaravos sexyman butterfly and ended up with a slime spitting goblin named sir sparklepuff

#this is not me complaining btw. i love sir sparklepuff #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #tdp s4 spoilers #the dragon prince spoilers #1k

[self-spaghettification]

Books

Aaravos enjoys reading quite a bit. To flip through spell books he’s paged through a thousand times before, old, and earmarked, and torn, and and worn down at the edges. Over the many years, they have yellowed. Aaravos remembers when the pages used to be pristine and white, and it’s a strange feeling to know. Well, he’s always had a vivid imagination, even just looking at words and sigils upon a page.

He remembers when mages from a different time would jot down these spells, so excited to show their new creations to the starkissed elf. He would watch in rapture, and take notes, learning from them new tricks he never would have thought of himself. So yes, he thumbs through these pages fondly, remembering companions he once had, who he still treasures in these archives, both sitting upon his shelves of his study, and the dusty, long memories within his head.

Sometimes though, when he’s upset, and he wants to throw chairs across the room, cast fire onto the books and watch them burn, only to watch them easily revert to their former state, then he reads them with tense, iron gripping fingers, snapping and sometimes ripping the pages as he turns them, to no avail, as he imagines doing terrible things with those same spells he had learned eons ago from some he once called family, those elves he had looked up to, the young fool he was.

Watching them burn and boil from the inside out as their innards turned to ash but their skin was still shaped in a face of horrror, watch their limbs turn to worms and their head to maggots, to take their very essence and swallow it so it’s like they were never there at all. Yes, this archmage burns with fury and compassion and it’s too much.

It’s true, he likes to read, to flip through what has been, and what could be, in the future where he will burn down the world and he will remake it, and they will pay but they will see the error of their ways. Well, he’s always had a vivid imagination, even just looking at words and sigils upon a page.

#the dragon prince #aaravos #tdp #wrote my own reflections story by accident ig!! #tdp writing #i think too much about this man im extremely mentally unwell #my writing #tdp reflections #lowkey #self spaghettification

[zuppizup]

End of the world

Previous - First Kiss (again)

Rayla feels the blade bite into her neck and gasps despite herself. The vines around her wrists and ankles hold her securely, though not cruelly.

Callum lurches forward, gripping his staff that bit tighter.

“Uh uh.” Claudia uses Rayla’s horn to wrench her neck even further back, pressing the blade tighter still. “Not one more step.”

“Let her go, Claudia!” Callum’s eyes dart between hers and Claudia’s.

“Gladly, Callum.” She nods at the bag slung over his back. “Pass me the Cube and you can both walk away from here.”

“No, Callum!” Rayla yells out. She has no idea what Claudia wants with the Cube, but she knows if the Dark Mage wants it, the last thing Callum can do is hand it over to her. A second later there’s a flash of light, then a searing pain across her cheek and she realises Claudia has cut her.

“No!” Callum cries out, rushing towards them.

“One more step.” Claudia hisses, her blade once again at Rayla’s neck. “One more… You wouldn’t believe what I can do with just this.”

Rayla can’t see, but she assumes Claudia is referring to the blood trickling down her cheek.

Callum stops, lowering his staff in defeat.

“Drop it.” Claudia nods at the staff. “Kick it over here.”

Callum’s eyes find Rayla’s again and she sees him nod just a fraction, like he’s trying to reassure her. She inhales to object but Claudia’s blade presses against her throat.

Callum swallows, eyes on the knife as he crouches down and places his staff on the forest floor. Getting to his feet, he does as Claudia insists and kicks it clumsily across the rough ground. Terry bends down and picks it up.

“Getting quite the collection, eh babe?” Claudia smirks, but keeps her eyes on Callum.

Terry doesn’t respond, eyes darting around the clearing.

“Excellent,” Claudia nods at Callum’s shoulder. “Now, the Cube.”

Swallowing, Callum hesitates, clearly struggling to follow through. “What are you going to do with it?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Claudia grips Rayla’s horn tighter. “Hand it over.”

“Claudia, you don’t understand. Aaravos-”

“Aaravos cares about humans. He’s going to help us even the odds.” Claudia sneers at him, and Rayla can’t help but inhale as the blade presses tighter, her skin stinging.

“Stop!” Callum reaches for her, his brow furrowed. “Claudia, please!”

“Enough!” She stands firm, sounding a little more composed. “The Cube. Now.”

“Callum, you can’t-” Rayla pleads, trying to ignore Claudia’s scoff of annoyance.

“Can you keep it down?” She rolls her eyes, reaching into her bag and pulling out some sort of petrified claw. “Htaerb eht laets!”

Rayla’s stomach turns as red light streaks towards her, worms it’s way down her throat before retreating with something.

Immediately she gasps, wanting to clutch at her neck. It’s like she can’t breathe, like the air is catching in her throat as she struggles against her bonds.

“No! ”Callum rushes forward before Claudia grips her by the horn, the blade once again on her throat.

Rayla can barely concentrate on anything now as she gasps and sputters.

“No more games.” Claudia’s voice has lost the mocking tone. “I have no idea how long she can survive like this, but we can test it...”

Callum takes a deep breath as he pulls the bag from his back and retrieves the nondescript looking cube.

“Terry?” Claudia glances at him, nodding at the Cube in Callum’s hand.

He steps forward slowly, seeming to hesitate before he takes it from Callum’s outstretched hand.

Smirking, Claudia let’s go of Rayla’s horn, sheathing her dagger. “Always nice seeing you guys.” She strides over to Terry, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Terry’s eyes glow as he waves his arms and the vines holding Rayla upright begin to retreat. She collapses onto the cave floor, fingers clutching her throat.

Callum rushes to her, pulling at her remaining bonds, eyes frantic as she continues to struggle for air. “Claudia, you promised!”

“Claudia.” Terry holds the Cube back just a fraction when the Dark Mage reaches for it.

Sighing, Claudia rolls her eyes, turning back to Callum and Rayla. “I suppose I did.” Shrugging, she raises the paw again, the light returning to Rayla’s throat.

Rayla takes a deep, desperate breath, hands gripping Callum as he holds her and speaks soothing words.

But they don’t have time for that. Claudia and Terry are already rushing away, escaping, and it’s all her fault. She let herself get captured. Claudia and Viren have the final piece of the puzzle and she practically handed it to them.

She tries to crawl forward, to chase after Claudia and Terry and the Cube as Callum pleads with her to stop, to rest, to recover and...then the clearing goes black.

Next - End of the World

#the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #rayla #callum #rayllum fanfic #the dragon prince fanfic #tdp fanfic #rayllum's bad vibes rodeo #rayllum week 2023 #zuppi fanfic #zup tumblr ficlets

[amalthea-fictions]

Hi!

Can I request something fluffy for Aaravos with an elf reader, who really likes to sing and dance and just wery artsy? Maybe they are trapped togedher or something.

If you don't want to write this, that okay too. Have a nice day!

I LOVE THIS! I'm sorry I took a while to do it, but I wanted to do Aaravos justice ✨ (He's so ELOQUENT it makes him hard to write). I hope you like how it came out!!

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Curious.  

That’s how it begins: he finds you a curious creature. When the silence of the library is disturbed by humming, he glances up from his book. His eyes find you tip toeing across the room, hands brushing the shelves as if they were your ballet bar, entranced in some secret dance that stole you far away from the world.

He would quirk his eyebrow at the curiosity, but return back to his reading, undisturbed. 

Amusing.

The more he observes your idiosyncrasies, the more they begin to worm their way into his heart. He begins to expect the way you dance around the kitchen as you make breakfast, your toes just slightly touching the soft ground and prancing onto the next counter where you have your ingredients for baking. He comes to recognize the songs you hum, and the times you would invent new ones to your repertoire. And the days you pull out your paints and canvas and sit for hours by the skylight window, he would allow himself to simply observe your process: the way your hand guides the brush as if gliding across ice is, perhaps, its own sort of magic. And maybe, just maybe, his lips curl upward fondly at the thought.

Endearing.

As the days pass by, you find new creative and artistic ways to keep yourself occupied. Aaravos helped you pull all of his books on music and theory from his collection, which you’ve used to teach yourself how to play the lyre sitting otherwise alone on the shelf.

He again allows himself to watch your process as you learn– but, more and more, he begins noticing the softness of your fingers. The tenderness with which you treat the instrument, the gentle ministrations of your hands. 

One day, as you sit hunched over the instrument, your hair falls in front of your face. With a small chuckle, Aaravos magicks it back behind your ear for you. Surprised, you glance to him across the room, and find him smiling back, eyes soft. 

Enchanting. 

One dusk, he finds you backlit against the light of the setting sun, staring at your canvas. Paints line the floor, but your brush does not move. Rather, your chin rests in your hand.

“Painting, are we?” He asks.

You don’t look up from the canvas, biting your lip. “More like trying,” you sigh. “I can’t seem to get this one right…”

Aaravos circles around you, glancing at your work over your shoulder. “What are you attempting to capture?”

You shake your head. “It’s… a little embarrassing. But, instead of a traditional painting, I wanted to try and make an abstract. I’m trying to capture the feeling of dreaming on canvas. I just… it’s still missing something, but I can’t figure out what.”

Aaravos tilts his head thoughtfully at the assortment of deep blues and purples that line your page. Then, he motions to the empty half of your painting bench, the silk fabrics of his robe glossing against your shoulder as he does so. 

“May I?”

You nod, and he sits down with you. He’s close– his shoulder is pressed against yours, and you feel warmth from his entire body. 

He contemplates the composition for a moment, then smiles. “I believe I may help. If I may?” 

He reaches for your brush, and you move to hand it to him. But rather than take it, he gently clasps his hands around yours. You feel your cheeks grow hot.

He whispers the words of a spell, and guides your hand across the canvas. As the brush moves, it brings with it a swath of light and color to the page– as if the aurora borealis itself has illuminated the essence of your painting.

Your eyes grow wide at the sight, the dancing colors reflecting across your irises.

Aaravos smiles, admiring the beauty of not simply the painting. 

Captivating.

He comes to enjoy your company more than his studies alone. Craves the sound of your laugh, resonating from deep within your throat. Adores the slight curve at the edge of your lips that reveals when you are about to break into a full smile. He helps you in your kitchen dance now, sometimes holding his hands gently above your waist to steady you in your spins or curtseys. His hands are soft and warm, and he always meets your gaze with soft and gentle eyes.

Except– your perceptions of time differ. This imprisonment is but a blip in the totality of his existence; for you, it is growing more and more arduous. And as his heart grows fonder and fonder of you, so is it more and more pained to watch a beautiful bird remain caged.

One night, he awakens and realizes you are not in the sleeping quarters. He finds you in the middle of the floor of the library, your hands wrapped around your knees, your chin tucked to your chest.

“Little star?” He calls to you. “Are you alright?”

You do not answer, for when you try to breathe, your lungs betray you and you hiccup for air.

He frowns and sinks to your eye level, watching as you frustratedly swipe at the tears on your face. 

“Tell me,” he says softly, reaching forward to catch the tears with the pad of his thumb. His hand is warm on your clammy skin. “What is wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, using your hand to wipe at the tears on your opposite cheek. “I… I know you’re trying your best to get us out of here. But… I suppose I’ve had too much time to myself to think.”

“Ah,” he says, and begins brushing your hair from your eyes. “I understand all too well the dangers of being let alone to the machinations of one’s own mind.” 

You nod, and he allows a comfortable silence to fall between you before probing more. “Please, little star. Would you share your burdens with me?”

You inhale a shaky breath and nod, bringing one hand up to his, still on your face. He is tall, and his hand engulfs your own small ones. The presence is warm and comforting. 

“I began to wonder…” you begin, steadying your breath through tears. “I started to think about what I would do, once we are out of here. And I realized– I don’t think I truly have a place in this world. What value can I contribute outside of these walls?”

Aaravos frowns as you keep going, the words spilling out now.

“No one ever supported my hobbies the way you do. The world has no place for an artist, or a dancer, or a musician. What good is an artist to a world of practicians? Where do I even belong?”

You hiccup again, and his thumb strokes your face. His touch is tender. 

“Is that truly what you think of yourself?” 

You cast your eyes down and nod. 

For a moment, the silence of the library is suffocating. But then Aaravos clucks his tongue and chuckles. You look up, shocked. He’s– he’s laughing at you?

No. His eyes are sparkling at you. 

“Perhaps,” he says with a gentle smile, “I can put it into perspective for you.” 

Then, with a swish of his hand, the library radiates to life.

He’s projected the stars of the night sky –no, the entire galaxy– into the air. You gasp as solar systems twinkling planets spin around you. You hold your hand up to one of the stars, and feel your expression lighten in spite of the tears on your cheeks when you brush a dancing star off its path, sending it twirling in another direction.

“Now,” Aaravos asks. “Which of these is the most important?” 

You furrow your brow. In the time you’ve been here, you’ve come to know how Aaravos loves his riddles and trick questions. So the answer comes easily to you.

“None? They are all equally important?”

He smiles a sly grin, the expression that reveals he knows something you don’t, that the riddle answer is not what it seems.

“Not quite,” he says. “Consider: what would all the stars in the galaxy be, without the spaces between them?”

You are silent as you contemplate the thought. 

He watches the gears in your mind turn, satisfied. He leans close to you, his nose practically brushing yours. You can see the stars dance in the reflection of his eyes.

“If all the people in this world are stars, you are as vast and pure as the spaces between them. Without people like you, the galaxy would be meaningless.”

You swallow, and feel his breath hot on your face. 

“It is your creativity, your personality– the radiance of your very soul that allows the other stars to simply exist. Although not traditionally acknowledged as important, or beautiful… it is the spaces between the stars that I find most wondrous. Most–

Enrapturing.”

#Did they kiss at the end? It's up to you to decide 😏 #aaravos x reader #tdp aaravos #tdp x reader #aaravos

[thrandilf]

Claudia out on her quest, meeting Terry:

Terry: Trees to meet you!

Aaravos in Claudia's ear: Tell him it's berry nice to meet him

#//smbdy in the tdp server joked abt aaravos being claudias wing worm and now i cant stop thinking about it sfvhkdsaj #//ik he did not go with her and also the caterpillar was huge by then but listen #tdp

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Sir Sparklepuff: text and subtext

Canon:

Viren and Aaravos share a blood ritual where they cut their hands

Aaravos pulls a caterpillar out of his mouth

and uses the blood in the jars to send it to Viren.

Then, in Lux Aurea, Viren hides it from Pharos' scanning spell by swallowing it, and later spits it out so it can attack Pharos and give Aaravos a temporary body host

when Viren falls from the Storm Spire and dies, he spends 2 years wrapped in a cocoon to keep his spirit tethered. once Claudia is ready to start reviving him, the caterpillar spins its own web and begins to change.

A few days later, Claudia cracks open the chrysalis with magic, and Sir Sparklepuff emerges

And at the end of the month, Aaravos tells Viren that Sir Sparklepuff is "our child" in the same speech where he tells him to kill the homunculus to spare his own life.

Sir Sparklepuff is the equivalent of a donor child, born specifically to donate something of themselves to a living, dangerously ill blood relative. He is the spawn of both Viren and Aaravos, via whatever magics Aaravos used to make it happen.

Subtext:

Aaravos pulls a fat purple dick out of his mouth and gives it to Viren.

Viren manages to swallow, spit, and also give birth.

He's an attentive, if exasperated, dad who carries his worm son around everywhere, and he's also the dumb blonde who was failed so hard by a lack of sex ed classes that he has to ask "Is it mine??"

Unsupported:

"Aaravos was the pregnant one"

#no one was pregnant here. the fantasy genre can do whatever it likes. #but if you gotta apply real world thinking #(unusual display of hubris but very well) #and you end up with 'the sexy poc elf man was pregnant not the smart white human guy' #that's a choice with some layers there innit #i hope everyone sees them because there's some important stuff that's worth chatting about in there #buuuut that won't be me because i have several tags to block for my sanity now

[fujosh1dreamer]

Spoiler Alert:

...

Im uncomfortable... Really uncomfortable.

I know the Viren and Aaravos shippers are having a great time.

But-

No. Just no.

Where is the consent. Viren didn't ask to be a worm father. He didn't want this.

Wtf.

If you told me I'd end season 5 being on team Viren I'd tell you to f off.

I just experienced a fanfic id like to forget.

I'm deeply disturbed. Can't wait for season 6. Love this show.

#tdp spoilers #the dragon prince spoilers #tdp #the dragon prince netflix #netflix #netflix the dragon prince #the dragon prince #thedragonprince #tdp viren #mystery of aaravos #aaravos tdp #aaravos #the dragon prince viren #tdp ocean #infantis sanguine #tdp s5

[that-one-daydream-you-forgot]

aaravos hc:

i headcannon that aaravos is the type of person, that when drunk or just in general. asks obscure questions like "If you had the chance to invent a country, what would you name it??" or like "would you still love me if i was a worm? *turns into a worm*"...and like- S/o either humors it or delves into deep thinking just to answer one of the questions

#the dragon prince #tpd #mystery of aaravos #tdp aaravos #aaravos x reader #aaravos #ajax talks