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my beloved little guy
#light of my lofe#groove u deserve the world#and your pacifist characterisation#transformers#maccadam#hermes art#groove#transformers groove#protectobots#transformers g1
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"I'm hiking a path through my soul.. there are winding paths through the shadows, a few spots where the sun shines through, a tunnel of almost complete darkness, but I'm really waiting for the breathtaking view at the end. They say the journey through your soul is a beautiful thing, but it can feel quite scary when you are lost.. stay on the path, soak in the beauty, and trust that you will get there in one piece.."
It's hard to see the beauty when you muddle yourself with the weight of the world, but that is not a burden that you have to carry.. your path is one for you to walk alone, but you can meet people along the way that enlighten your path - eUë
#hiking#natural parh#beautiful#inside me#beautiful views#natural#spiritual#deep inside#in my soul#enlightenment#journey#dear diary#darkness#be the light#philosophy#quotes#life#lofe quotes#poetry#poetic#bright side#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled words#love quotes#love#love quote life quotes#quoteoftheday#thoughts
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honest to god i think i spend more of my time artblocked than drawing. im being so serious right now when i say i havent drawn something decent/beyond a draft in more than 2 months and its driving me insane
#remembering the times i vouldnt draw for a week and said ''oh man im so artblocked lol'' and shedding a single tear#i thought last november was bad but at least i was sculping right now everything i draw looks like i lost all the skill i had accumulated#i forgot everything about anatomy about my stylistic choices lighting perspective proportion#sketching lining painting layering cleaning up#faces bodies clothes environments backrounds objects#literally everything i know feels like is just. gone from my brain#factory reset to my art skills#doesnt mean im not inspired or that i dont have ideas but im like.#i sit dowm to draw and for the lofe of my i CANNOT obercome the blank page.#i draw a line i draw a character i draw ANYTHING and it just **doesnt work out**#im freaking out a little bit because oh my god i was supposed to be drawing really well right now where is that skill????#idk what to do honestly. im gonna watch a couple of videos and start doing daily exercises to try and just. draw.#it used to be my main hobby but now it just isnt and its making me really sad#i want to go back to being an artist :(#talk
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In Another Life
Depression Time!!
Trafalgar Law x FemReader
Sadness, Angst, Death. And More Saddness!
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Wrote this while watching a movie- can probably guess the movie..
'Law! You have to promise me, when we get married we get a kitten' You giggled at your long term . The two of you holding hands as you walked through the meadows next to the secret base.
Law bristled at your words, remembering his own parents and the happiness they shared- but also the heartache he experienced thinking of them. The two of you looking to each other-
'Why do you say that?'
'Cause kittens are cute?- especially ones with gray fur and blue eyes' He cut you off with an annoyed scoff.
'No the marriage thing? Why would you think I'd marry you!?' His words harsh and rude which made you flinch.
'Law.. We aren't long for this world- we have already spent most of our lives together then seperate.. I'd want to spend the rest of it with you' You said so softly, confuses by his tone. Law yanking his hand away from you in false anger.
'Then I shouldn't waste my time in doing something stupid like marriage' He said annoyed. Your eyes filling up with tears, you didn't say a word. Instead walking away from him- he didn't stop you. Assuming you had just went to clear your mind from the harsh reality- but he didn't expect you to never return at all...
He should have know... he should have truly heard her words when she said she waan't long for this world...
That had been years ago.. he hadn't heard or seen (Y/N) since. Truthfully he regretted that so much- his world ever darker since that day.
At night he would wince when he thought back on his words before sleep- his dreams filled with the life he should have had with her if he wasn't so angry at the world.
It had been a few days ago however when he'd gotten a letter- recognizing your handwriting so well. But he never could have even guessed the words on those pages- asking to see him again before (Y/N) passed... a illness no one could treat claiming her life and taking her away soon.
Running to her home, he went to the hospital she was in- entering the room with a heavy heart knowing what was on the other side.
Law had always been a man of few words, but as he stood by (Y/N)'s side one final time, a thousand emotions wrestled within his heart. Her form weakened by the ravages of time, lay in a bed adorned with soft blankets that him and others had brought for her, her frail hand clasped in Law's strong grip.
"I wish we had more time," Law murmured, his voice heavy with regret.
(Y/N) smiled weakly, her eyes shimmering with love as the light began to fade from them. "We've had a lifetime of memories, Law. I am grateful for the time we've shared."
Her words struck Law like a blade to the chest, as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill. His hardened exterior cracked, and vulnerability seeped through the cracks.
"I often dreamed of a life together, you know," Law confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A quiet house by the sea, with our children running through the sand. We would sit on the porch, holding hands and watching the sunset."
Her expression softened with reminiscence, her voice a gentle melody. "That sounds like a beautiful lofe, Law. A life filled with love and peace."
Law's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments they had left. "I would have given anything to make that dream a reality. To protect you, to see you smile every day."
(Y/N) lifted her free hand and gently caressed Law's cheek. "You have already given me so much, Law. The love you have shown me is more than I could have ever asked for."
Tears rolled down Law's face, his breathing uneven as he held back sobs. "If you'd had told me- I could have save you! protect you from the cruelty of this world. But..."
Her touch provided a soothing balm to Law's tortured soul. "You gave me a life filled with adventure, love, and purpose. Our time together has been a gift, Law.. even if it had to end like this."
Law lowered his head- sitting next to her as his tears started to drip onto the bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. (Y/N) despite her weakened state, gathered her strength and pulled Law into a tender embrace. They held each other, the weight of their emotions filling the room like an unspoken song.
As the sun began to set, its warm glow bathing the room in a golden light, Law whispered his final words into her ear. "I will carry your love within me until my last breath, and beyond. You have forever changed me, and our love will have another day."
(Y/N)'s touch grew feeble, her breathing shallow. She mustered the strength to raise her gaze to meet Law's tear-stained eyes. "Thank you for loving me, Law. I will always be with you, in your heart."
With those tender words, (Y/N) slipped away, leaving Law alone in a world forever altered. He held her lifeless hand, his despair mingling with the emptiness in his chest as loud desperate cries ripped through his soul.
Law sat in the inn, staring at the empty bottles infront of him- his chest feeling hallow and full of regret. Part of him wanting to walk into the sea and return to his love.. see her smiling face one last time-
Rolling himself up from his seat, he stumbled out of the bar- the alcohol making his brain fuzzy and uneven as he was met with the cold night air. His mind drifting to the sea... maybe he would see (Y/N) on the other side- his family.. love out that fantasy the two of you had always wished for.. one that he was too stupid to realize was more important than anything else-
As he walked down to the peir, his mind only of his regrets in life.
He looked out on the ocean, his legs felt like they were lead and he wanted to jump in and let the Goddess claim him- till the sound of his name drew him back. Looking to see a man in a suit rushing to him with a box and crate in tow.
"You there! Are you Trafalgar Law?"
"Yeah what's it to you?" Law grumbled-
"Ah Sir. Im Wallace J, Lawyer for (Y/N)- You were listened in ger will fkr everhthing including her home but (Y/N) had left some items that needed to be personally handed to you- oh and this" The man said calmly as he gestured to the crate.
Law looked confused by this and nodded, taking the box and opening it. There his heart broke for a second time that day- there was several letters, with his name on it- he knew (Y/N) hand writing too well to say these were from anyone else.. paired with the dried flower ring he had made her years ago when the two of them were children, with other sentimentalthings from his childhood. The lawyer holding out a letter that had been separated from the box. The doctor quickly taking it and reading it-
My Darling Law
As I write this letter, I want my time with you in this world has come to an end. But i want you to know that my love for you is unwavering, and my deepest wish is for your happiness. Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, and in those moments when I may not be by your side, I implore you to seek joy and love.
Find someone who fills your soul, someone who understands and cherishes the beautiful person you are. Embrace love, laughter, and companionship with another. Life is too short to settle for anything less than genuine happiness.
Remember, your life is precious and unique, and your happiness is what I want the most for you.
So while I can't be there to be on that journey, I still want you to walk thay path. I know you are hurt, and im sorry i was the one who caused it.. but I hope this little guy can give you just a bit of love to you while you find your way.
I love you Law, to the end of the stars and back.
Forever yours, (Y/N)
The doctor gave a breathy sigh as a sob threated to spill from him. Setting the box down as he looked to the crate, Opening it slowly and tears rolled down at the sight.
A gray kitten with sleepy blue eyes mewed at him- Law reaching forward and picking up the little thing. Remembering the words when the two of shared long ago.
'When we get married- you better get me a kitten. One with gray fur and blue eyes'
The lawyer watching in empathy, watching the man before him crumble and fall to his knees as he held the kitten in his arms.
#x reader#one piece#one peice x reader#one peice live action#op law#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar law#law x reader#law x female reader#x female reader#one piece angst#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgardwaterlaw
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merry almost christmas i love you very much
Ur light of my lofe
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▪️Four Line Tag Square ▪️
Thank you @thecomfywriter for the tag! I still don’t have anyone to tag but if everyone wants to be tagged let me know! Tag is also opened!
Your lines: A line about happiness, a line about a memory, a line about sacrifice, a line about lofe
Rules: post a line from your wip/book pertaining to the topic given by the person who tagged you
My Lines: an action line, a line about fear, a line about grief, a line about pain
All these lines are from short stories I have posted on tumblr, I hope you enjoy!
An Action Line:
Melinoe wrapped her hands about Nathaira’s neck, causing the women to gasp as Melinoe pressed down harder on her neck.
~ Pestilence and Famine’s Underlinings
Line about Fear:
Astoria froze, her eyes widen as she was pulled and forced to snap back into reality.
~ His Eyes
Line about grief:
"Happy Birthday Ana. I miss you. My only wise this year is just the same as the year before, to be with you my dear big sister."
~ Another Birthday Gone By
Line about Pain:
The women's body engulfed itself into a bright burning light as her hands were wrapped firmly around the waist of her lovers corpse.
~ Wasteland
#writers on tumblr#writing#writeblr#writers and poets#writerscommunity#short stories#short story#my ocs#creative writing#story#oc lore#lore#oc writing#oc story#tag game
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SO I TRIED TO SHIFT TODAY CUZ I WANTED TO AND LOFE HERE IS SO BORING AND DULL
so i’ll make this blog my shifting diary cuz why not :p
tonight was my first try. i listened to an adhd method bcuz i have trouble focusing on stuff and it kinda worked for me i think???? i felt rlly tingly and cold despite having a blanket over me?? wtf and theres some slight flash of lights.
and i also felt like my eyes was trying to open themselves! i aalso felt kinda tired after doing it T-T this is my first try shifting so can u guys give me some tips!? am i doing this thing the right way or not??
#genshin impact#shifting#shifting realities#desired reality#childe#adeptus xiao#wanderer#genshin x reader#diluc ragnvindr#arataki itto#kazuha
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My read on jikookers is that deep down, most don’t actually BELIEVE that jikook are a couple. Like if really solid proof came out tomorrow to the contrary, they would eventually accept it.
Taek00kers on the other hand- many seem to have rooted their entire identities in taek00k being a couple. They fully believe it. And they will never not believe it- even after Tae marries Jennie and has his 5 kids or whatever lmao. It probably helps their mass delusion that there are so many of them. It validates them. While there don’t seem to be many jikookers
My read on most jikookers, which I've said before, is that they're stupid and lately, they've also become hypocrites. And they just don't have the brains or self awareness to realize what they have turned into and what it looks like from the outside. Not all of them, of course, I wanna make it clear since some get upset about generalizations 😅
(But beware because there are lots of generalizations ahead).
Jikookers do believe they're together. They've even become as biased and intolerant as taekookers, they've created their own echo chambers where they all repeat the same thing over and over like robots. They're not even getting the most basic clues, and a lot of things that have happened since 2020, but especially since the break started, has literally gone against everything they fight for.
"Taekook are awkward, they don't hang out, they aren't friends, Taehyung forces fanservice on Jungkook". Taekook proving them wrong literally every week lmao.
Just two days ago or something jikookers were actually UPSET about that namkookmin compilation and armys saying that Jungkook was jealous of Namjoon. They were crying because people were hyping up namkook.
Jungkook literally the next day on his live: I don't know what my life would be without Namjoon. Love of my lofe. I would die for him.
Taekookers have become so strong and are so set in their delusions precisely because they don't accept different opinions; they've never stopped to think twice about all the things that don't make sense, and now jikookers have become exactly the same!!! Because blocking and deleting replies definitely shows how sure and convinced you are of the ship, right. They're not yet on the same level of schizophrenia as tkers but I give it 6 months until they get there. It will only get worse. Everything that doesn't really make sense, they've been ignoring or re-writing it so it would mean whatever they want it to mean. They're even doing that now with the things JK said on his live.
So, following the logic I've been seeing be predominant after the live, I guess it’s green light for taekookers to still believe that the V is for Taehyung, even if JK said otherwise? Since it’s apparently okay for everyone to just take whatever meaning makes them feel better, and not JK’s actual words. They're all acting exactly like taekookers. I really wish from now on I will not see complaining about taekookers “twisting” stuff because jikookers are doing the exact same thing. Especially a certain blogger, I've seen her so many times going off about taekookers but now she's doing the same thing. Like, they allegedly all think that taekookers are crazy, but they're using the homophobia/closet "theories" and "analysis" that taekookers use just to validate jikook. And that's where hypocrisy comes up.
THEEE amount of times I've seen this very woman say that his tattoos are only for him to explain and when he actually explains them, she's writing essays about how they don't mean what he said they mean??? Have they all lost their minds?
What happened to watching original content? What happened to listening to what the members say?
I don't usually pull the homophobia card but let me just go ahead and be real and say that if someone really believes JK and Jimin are together, but JK denies it (directly or indirectly), then it's a matter of HUMANITY and also respect for gay people to simply accept what he just said. If I'm closeted and I tell you I'm straight but you still go around saying "no, she's actually gay you guys she just can't come out" then it's downright disgusting. At least keep it to your private conversations, because seeing everyone mass agreeing to stuff like that just feels wrong. Maybe "mass" is an exaggeration, because 100 - 200 people are virtually nothing, but you get what I mean. And again with the hypocrisy, because they're constantly talking about boundaries and treating the guys as real people and not trying to dictate their lives and whatnot, but there they go. Speaking over them because JK something they didn't like.
I talk a lot about stuff that maybe for a lot of people crosses multiple boundaries, but I'm not a hypocrite. It's not like I talk and simultaneously tell people that they can't do the same.
Not to even mention that Jungkook wasn't actually forced to even talk about his tattoos at all. It's been 4 years since he got them done, there were plenty of chances for him to talk about them. Or he could've just talked about the ARMY one, since it was for the fans. What was the word? Oh right.. choices.
What happened to watching original content? What happened to listening to what the members say?
To follow your Jennie example, I've seen jikookers when JK had his dating scandal, and I really believe that if he (or Jimin) were to be involved with a woman the way taennie are, jikookers will ignore it anyways. They won't believe it either until they get the glorified confirmation from the company or jikook themselves. So, personally I don't really see any difference in that department either.
The only thing right now (and always) that diferentiates jikookers from taekookers, for me, is that jikookers at large are nicer people. They're not the devil incarnate (not a compliment, for any taekooker reading this, being an awful person is just pathetic) the way taekookers are, but when it comes to sticking to the facts and being objective about each ship, they're both acting exactly the same nowadays, with the only exception that this time taekookers at least have real interactions to hype.
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This is Garret he’s racist - colorist HATES LIGHT SKINS WE ARE SEEN AS SEX OBJECTS TO BE FUCKED W BUT SEND THE BLACK MAN TO DO IT BIT ALSO TALKING W CASHAY SHES BEHAVED AND WELL SPOKEN ENLUGH I WONDER IF SHELL LET ME STICK MY DICK IN HER -
NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT.
.. you talk to James WHOS A CRACK HEAD USING THE DRUG TO LIVE HIS SIN OF YELLING AT WHOMEVER HES RACIST TOWARDS FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL REASONS vs the Mexican woman in the library yelling SAME THING .. SHE SEEING PPL HER DED ANCESTORS FOR BEING FUCKING RACIST AND BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE FOR HER CHOICES IN HER LOFE POSITION ROGHT NOW - SAME W JAMES BUT NOT SEEING THINGS HES HEARING VOICES. - ANCESTORS FUCKING YOU UP FOR BEING A SHIT HEAD AND PUTTING TOO MICH FUCKING STRESS ON ME AND DARNIECE AND MY WHOLE BLOODLINE TRYING TO BALANCE SHIT OUT IN OUR OWN LANE BREAKING CURSES.
NOW YOU GOT PPL LOOKING AT BEN LIKE HES RACIST - BUT ITS TINA TO THE WHITE MAN AND BEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF BUT NOW THE OUTSIDERS CONFUSED ON RASIM BEGINNING THINK ITS JUST STRAIGHT HIM - WHITE MAN N A AFRICAN TURNED AMERICAN FAMILY OF SAVAGES TRYING TO GET BACK FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING OF PICK A NIGGERS WHEN IT WAS UR OWN KIND BEING JEALOUS OF SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE TRIBE DEEMING SOMEONE KN UR TRIBE THE BEST AT X Y N Z - AGAIN YOU WERE GIVEN WHAT YOU CUD HANDLE HAD YOU STAYED IN UR FUCKING LANE N TENDED UR GARDEN BUT YOU SAID NO I WANA FUCK YOU OVER BC IM ALways the last picked in basketball teaming - YOU NOT PRACTICING UR SKILL SET TO GET REWARDED YOU STEALING FROM SOMEONE ELSE OR SETTING UR KIND OF FOR MURDER YOH WISH YOU WAS LIKE BUT DONT SEE YOU JUST NEED A LITTLE EXTRA PRACTICE TO GROW THAT SHIT DUMBASS DDG - sexyy red glorrilla who got a bigger ass or tits or prettier w make up on cause our music suck outside the beat and one or two bars here n there - LETS JUST TWERK - OKAY RAPE CULTURE CONFRATS ALL THE WOMEN AND MEN NOW FUCKING AIMLESSLY AND BOOM BABIES W PARENTS WHO DONT WANT EM IN FULL UNLESS THEY MAKE MONEY BC THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE AND PARENT THEMSELVES TO BEGIN W - MOMMY N DADDY WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF YOU FOREVER TIL YOU DIE I DONT WANA GROW UP BUT ILL FAKE IT TO THE CAMERA OR THE OUTSIDE FAMILY MEMBERS OR JUST ENOUGH TO YOU TO GET WHAT I WANT AND NEED - LEE GARLINGTON IN FULL AND HOWARD NUGENT PROJECTING THEIR DEPRESSIONAL ERA MOMMY N DADDY ISSUES ONTO ME N MY TRIBE ACTUALLY WORKING LUR ASSES OFF .. SHAUNTE ALWAYS IN SNOOP BUSINESS CLEANING UP SOME ASS WIPE MESS 2pac CAUSE A NIGGA GOT TWO CARRIED AWAY W NOT UNDERSTANDING SELF SABOTAGE AND EXTENDING IT TO THE WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY - INTER RACE SHOW ALL GENERATIONAL CURSES. 🤬 FUKING DICKS.
“How do we get away from the white man chains on us” - EXAMINE YOUR OWN WHITENESS IN YOU .. WE ALL THE SAME FUCKING PPL - U FUCKED OVER AFRICA AND NATIVE INDIGENOUS PPL FOR WHAT!? Cows brains cannibalism - CONGRATS IDIOTS. EVERY DAY YOU WANT ME MAD N STARVING. SO FUCK YOU - I DIE WE ALL FUCKING DIE - LEE WHY YPU NUMB MY HYPOCAMPUS SINCE BIRTH - DARNIECE HER BLOODLINE HUNTS US SINCE THOMAS JEFF right .. Benni Frank. - GEORGE WASHINGTON .. illuminating the idiocity with Benni frank dropping in here and there semion toko - U DONT DESERVE GOD CAUSE YOU KEEP DOING DUMB SHIT TO DIE SO IMA DIE W YOU .. but YOU still gon be miserable- 3/4 EARTHLY WIPE PUT. CAUSE YOU WAS GIVEN SOOOO MANY FUCKING CHANCES TO GET IT RIGHT - NEVER TOLD YOU I WAS GOD TIL NOW BC AGAIN WHY TF WOULD YOU HARM ANYONE INSTEAD OF WORKING ON YOURSELF!??? - self harm new perspective LEE GARLINGTON HOWARD NUGENT Suicidal PARENTING
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Stranded on Monster Island.
(Writing Prompt, inspiration: Made in Abyss)(AU: Juniorverse)(Characters: Tifa and Aerith and Brown haired soldier 'Jake')
(Kinks and Tags: Nonconsensual, Age Differences, Size differences, Species Transformation (Jake), Taller characters, Stomach bulge, Barbed cocks, Exotic Cocks, Threesome, Unconscious, Creampie, Breeding, Internal Cumshot, Pregnancy(Tifa), Corruption (Jake), Bad Ends(Tifa and Aerith), Cock Vore (Aerith), Monsters (Jake), Soft Vore (Aerith), Vore-Prey (Aerith), Underage characters (Tifa and Aerith))
Blinding light and a flash of intense pain, it’s all that they knew for one agonizing moment. The Mako energy, refined from the Lofe Stream of Gaia flowed over them, tearing at the edges of reality itself. For two of them it wound back their clocks, sealing their bodies in the past, for the third who had cornered them in the reactor though his body was subsumed within the energy. His body glowed with the power and potential, fueled him as the Life Stream’s power was imprinted on every cell. Their fates were twisted, wrent asunder, and while one would revel in their new life, the other two would forever mourn what should have been.
Tifa slowly groaned as she started to wake up, her body felt weak, frail. She slowly gets, blinking into the daylight, trying to remember what had happened. She felt lighter, smaller, especially her chest didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it usually did. She looked around at the open fields, seeing a naked girl several feet away, a few smoldering shreds of clothes still clinging to her body. Tifa stood up on shaking legs, nearly falling over again as her expected Wright was far different from what she found.
“W-what is, ah, wait, is that… my voice?”
She finally looked down at herself and upon seeing what was wrong, screamed. She looked the same as she did back when she was only ten, her clothes had been fully burnt and torn off, leaving her as a child standing in the middle of an empty field, her prepuvescent body on full display.
“W-what the hell?! What’s going on? This, this has to be a nightmare!”
The other girl slowly sat up too, blushing brightly as she looked up, seeing Tifa standing there panicking as she stood there naked. It wasn’t until the girl spoke that Tifa realized just who the other girl with her was.
Aerith: “T-Tifa? Is that you? B-wait, is that my voice?! What is, oh gods! What happened to us, where are our clothes, our bodies!?”
Tifa ran over to Aerith, wrapping her arms around the other girl to try and comfort and help to cover them both. All that Tifa could think of, was the attack on the Mako Reactor, the explosion that had caught them. She gently rubs Aerith’s back as she begins to understand what must have happened. But as she was getting ready to turn her mind to the more present issue of how to deal with this strange new land they found themselves in a new issue presented itself. The sound of a roar filled the air, reverberating inside of them both. As they turned to see what horror now befell them they witnessed a massive wolf creature, standing at seven feet tall, with corded muscles, a snout filled with teeth that looked as thought they could tear open a chocobo, claws long and sharp as daggers, they faced down against a werewolf. To make matters worse, as the creature charged them, it was clear that food wasn’t the main thing on its mind, the beast’s massive cock swaying between its legs as it charged them.
Tifa looked from the monster to Aerith, the other girl clung to her, tears welling in her eyes as she looked upon their impending doom. Tifa knew there was nothing they could do, this had to be the end, but she couldn’t go out like this. She had to make a stand, had to at least try to protect Aerith, even if she knew she could only fail. So standing up, she raised her hands into the fighting stance she’d practiced so many times. “Alright dog breath, come on. I’m not scared! We’re Avalanche! And that means we don’t back down!”
If she were her regular self, she might have stood a chance, her and Tifa could have easily taken on this foe. She could have taken it on up close while Aerith provided aid from a distance with her magic. Now though, with each of them in bodies that couldn’t be more than ten, they didn’t stand a chance.
The beast was almost upon them, her legs shaking with fear, Aerith stood beside her ready to put up what little fight she could too when from behind them another roar rang out. A beast like the werewolf before them leapt over the two terrified tykes, slamming into the werewolf, a pitched battle ensuing soon thereafter.
Tifa stood in shock as she watched the two beasts fighting one another. As she watched she noticed something strange about the newcomer that had possibly saved them. For starters it was more feline, almost tiger like in its appearance, but more than that it still had what looked like the remains of clothes clinging to it. What really caught her attention was the symbol on those clothes though, Shinra Security. A part of her wanted to wait, see what happened next, but Aerith wasn’t having any of it. She grabbed Tifa’s hand and pulled on her, hissing at her friend to run with her.
Aerith: “Tifa! Stop watching them, this is our chance to run, come on! Before they turn their attention back to us!”
Tifa shook her head and looked to Aerith, realizing she was right she gave a firm nod and squeezed her hand, running away from the fighting beasts.
Tifa: “This is insane! We have to find shelter of some kind, a cave, or a a hollow tree, anything that we can try to hide from those things in!”
Aerith: “I know Tifa, but I don’t see anything!”
The two ran as hard as they could, gasping for breath as they made their way across the field, two shining moons glaring down upon them from overhead with a field of stars as their audience. As they go they eventually start to make out lights on the horizon, first only one or two, but soon as they run they begin to make out buildings in the distance.
Tifa: “Aerith, there!”
The two girls laugh at their luck when something from behind sprints past them, a blur of color and fur stops directly in front of them, blocking their path. It’s glowing eyes shining in the moonlight, for a second it would seem to be the end for the two girls. Until the unexpected happened, it spoke.
Jake: “A-are you two ok? It didn’t hurt you did it?”
The two girls didn’t know what to say, all they could do was stand in absolute shock and shake their heads.
The monster seemed to sigh with relief, slowly standing up on its hind legs as it shrunk down, changing from a giant tiger person, down to a man in a dark blue uniform with shattered and singed armor on his chest and shoulders.
Jake: “Oh thank the gods, ha, good. You umm, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, but I don’t really know what’s happening here, how I got here or how I am… well thi-“
He gestures down to himself, frowning as he realizes that he’s reverted back to his human form, his uniform only barely held together on his body by the tattered armor while his pants have stretched obscenely, almost to the point of just falling off.
“Oh, umm, well I suppose I don’t know how I became normal again either, but well…”
He clears his throat awkwardly as Aerith and Tifa continue to look fearfully at him, backing away slowly. The man frowns as he watches them back away, slowly starting to recognize the two girls in front of him.
“Actually, you two look pretty familiar, what are you girls doing out here, naked? You wouldn’t happen to have any idea how I got here, or why I’m able to turn into a monster now, do you?”
He slowly approaches the two girls, Tifa and Aerith both stumbling over their words as they try to think of something to say to him, some justification or lie to throw him off the truth. But unable to think of anything they both turn to run away, but neither gets far before they feel a massive clawed hand on the back of their necks pinning them down.
Tifa/Aerith: “Ahhh!”
Aerith: “W-we’re just lost, we don’t know how we got here!”
Tifa: “Please! W-we don’t know anything, you have to believe us!”
Jake growls angrily behind them, his massive hands squeezing around their necks.
Jake: “I’m sure, but you know, you two remind me of a couple whores I’d been fighting before I showed up here. They were members of a group of terrorists, criminals, called Avalanche. Ring any bells?”
Tifa and Aerith both struggle under the weight of him, clawing at his hands to try and pull his fingers away, to loosen his grips. All to no avail though, after he tightens again to force an answer from them Aerith finally yells out.
Aerith: “Yes! I’m sorry, we didn’t know the reactor explosion would do this! Please!”
Jake growls in fury lifting Aerith and letting go of Tifa, placing a massive foot on her back as he lifts Aerith up, turning her to face him, bringing her close, her face mere inches from his massive snout and razor sharp teeth.
Tifa: “Leave her alone!”
Jake let’s out his tongue and licks Aerith’s face, his cock starting to grow and peak out through his fur, straining against his pants.
Jake: “Tell me girl, what is your name? I want to know the names of my new pets~.”
Aerith’s eyes went wide as she struggled to speak, shivering with fear.
Aerith: “A-Aerith, sir, m-my friend’s name is Tifa… please, you don’t have to DooOOOHHH!”
Rather than let her finish her plea he shoves his thumb into her pussy and begins fucking her with it, letting her know with his actions just how futile pleading was going to be.
He holds Aerith up with one hand, his other he fucks her tiny pussy, a massive wicked grin on his face as he watches her. Her face turning from confusion and pleading to horrified pleasure. Tifa’s eyes well up with tears as she is left powerless, forced to listen as her friend is played with, the former Shinra guard’s fingers fucking her cunt against her will.
Aerith: “Ahhh~! Ah, ah, p-please! Ohh~!”
To Aerith’s confusion and terror she felt herself tightening around his thumb, moaning loudly in pleasure as she cums, spraying her arousal on his hand and down to Tifa’s face, causing the other girl to wince. He slows down his finger fucking her, letting Aerith pant with pleasure as she slumps on his thumb.
He leans forward and licks up her neck, his rough feline tongue going from neck up her chin and over her cheek, causing Aerith to shiver in pleasure and disgust once more. With tears streaming from her eyes she tries once more to plead with him.
Aerith: “Mmm, p-please, hic I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to turn you into this…”
Jake’s eyes twinkle as he slips his thumb out of her pussy and tears off his pants, letting his massive feline cock flop out, precum dripping down onto Tifa.
“You really should have just considered the consequences before you sluts became criminals in the first place~. Now, you’re mine, you’ve made me into a monster, and you’re going to make it up to me now~.”
With that he shoves his tongue into her mouth, the length of it reaching into her throat as he thrusts her down onto his cock. His massive girth spreads her prepubescant pussy wider than she can comfortably take, bulging out her belly as the spines on his cock scrape and rub over every nerve inside of her tight cunt.
Jake: “grunt ah, fuck! So tight, come on bitch, a bit further, I’m not even half in you!”
Aerith screamed in pain and pleasure, her eyes wide as she shook her head, clutching at his hands and trying to push herself away.
Aerith: “AHHHH! AH, N-NO! AH~! I-I CAN’T FIT YOU!”
Jake growled angrily as he continued to force his cock into her, Aerith’s back arching as he forced her further, his tip forcing its way into her womb before finally he had her resting on top of his balls. Her eyes were wide with horror, her body spasming with pain and pleasure, crashing from one climax to the next as her mind struggled to hold together.
Tifa’s fists tightened on the ground, digging small rivets into the dirt as she kept getting sprayed by her friend’s cum. She closed her eyes to try and give Aerith as much respect and privacy as she could. Her attempts were for naught as he heard the monster growling into Aerith’s ears, her eyes shooting wide as she heard him.
Jake: “Stop fucking crying, stop fighting me bitch! If you don’t, then you’ll get your fucking wish, and this’ll be the last time I use you~!”
As he said this he curled a hand around her throat, squeezing as he fucked her, slamming the tip of his cock in and out of her womb. Aerith couldn’t think though, barely understood what he’d said, what the threat could mean. All she could focus on was resisting, pleading, desperately trying to make him stop.
Aerith: “N-No! Ahh~! Aah~!”
He laughs loudly as he continues to use her tiny body like a massive fleshlight, thrusting into her, moving her up and down on his cock until finally he could feel his balls start to tighten. His hair stood on end, he bared his fangs and growled loudly before pulling out and pushing his cock down, aiming at Tifa, forcing a yelp of protest from the formerly proud fighter. Aerith just sobbed in his hands as she thought the torment was finally over, though in truth it had just begun. Jake’s new body could do strange things, things that he’d have never considered before, but having Aerith in his hands, his cock twitching as it finishes pumping out cum onto Tifa, he knew exactly how to grant her wish.
“Alright, you win blondie, I’m done fucking you~. Hey, you what was your name? Tifa? Yeah pay attention, if you don’t act more enthusiastic then this will be what happens to you too~.”
Aerith looks at him in confusion, her tormented mind just barely registering that something bad was about to happen. Tifa wipes the cum from her eyes as she feels his weight shifting off of her, stepping in front of Tifa to give her a clear view.
Tifa: “ptoo bleh! W-what do you mean? What will happen?”
She then pales in shock as she watches him lower Aerith’s feet down towards his cock, both of them smoothly slipping inside the expanding member. Aerith whines pathetically as she feels his urethra engulfing her, looking to Tifa pleadingly, before closing her eyes as she finally gave up.
Tifa: “N-no, no you can’t, how are you…”
Jake moaned loudly, not paying attention to the prone girl before him anymore, too absorbed with the pleasure of his new cock snack to care about her.
“Ohh fuck! Ahh~! Ha, shit girl you’re gonna have to work real hard to not end up in here too, mmm~, because this is amazing!”
Aerith gave a quiet whimper as her hands slipped into the obscenely large cock, her feet already inside his now bloated balls. It was strange, it felt like a warm gooey blanket covering her lower body. Her feet were already starting to feel oddly soft, but she didn’t feel like she was in any pain. In fact she felt a strangely pleasant warmth instead.
Tifa: “S-stop! Please, w-we’ll both serve you, we’ll do anything you want, we’ll be your slaves just stop doing, t-that!”
Jake laughs as she shoves down on Aerith’s shoulders, pushing her entire upper body inside, her tiny tits slipping in easily. Up to her neck in his cock now Aerith started to pant, the warmth and pleasure coming over her turning her on as she started to masturbate in his cock.
Aerith: “Mmm, ah~! T-Tifa, don’t be sad, t-this feels r-really good actually! Mmm, ah, m-more, please~!”
Tifa looked on in horror as she could see the bulge of Aerith’s hands masturbating within his cock. Watched as she masturbated, and begged him to shove her into his cock, to a fate unknown. Jake though just laughed and placed a hand on her head and shoved her the rest of the way in. His cock easily slurping her up like she was little more than food for it.
Jake: “Mmh, oh yeah~, that’s it~. Ha, fuck I can feel that stupid whore getting off in there, look at her! Ha! You can see her sliding down into my balls! Mmm, alright bitch, now you get over here, time for you to convince me why you shouldn’t be joining her.”
He looks to Tifa and licks his lips, imagining what she’d taste like, or what she’d feel like sliding into his cock like her friend. She had an uphill battle now, she’d have to work hard not to share her friend’s fate. So reluctantly she slowly got on all fours as Jake sat down, his legs spread wide to compensate his now enlarged balls, the organ actively shuddering and jiggling around the shape of the little girl inside of them.
Tifa: “W-what should I do? J-just suck or…”
Jake smirked and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face against his furry balls, the musk filling her nose and clouding her thoughts instantly. She vaguely was aware of her terror, her despair at feeling Aerith inside of his balls, just barely able to hear her moans of pleasure from the outside as her friend masturbates from within her fleshy prison.
Jake: “You can start by worshipping my cock and balls bitch, start with your tongue and hands, I’ll let you know when it’s time to give me that pussy~!”
He couldn’t believe the strange luck he was having today. From a day starting with these terrorist whores blowing up the Mako Reactor, to now him being a monster In some strange land and those same whores now being little girls. He couldn't decide if he was the luckiest man in the world or not. Well not yet at least, by the end of the night he was sure he’d have come to a decision.
Tifa did the only thing she could, she started licking at his balls, massaging them. Her body slowly starting to heat up as his musk and monstrous pheromones began to seep into her mind. Her little mosquito tits started to tingle, her pussy tightened around nothing, starting to drip arousal. She vaguely knew it was happening, she knew with a dreadful certainty that his new form was purpose built to claim women and girls like her. It was pointless to resist, Aerith was proving that now, so the question that refused to go away for Tifa now was, why not give in?
Jake just sat back and watched as Tifa slowly went from nervously and reluctantly licking at his balls, to watching her start to lather and kiss at them. She was soon making out with his massive sack, as though trying to make out with her little friend inside while she rubbed her whole body over them. It felt amazing, even better than feeling that other girl, whatever her name was, squirming inside.
“Ohhh~! F-fuck, yeah just like that cunt! Mmm, o-oh fuck, yes! H-haaa~ oh fuck h-here she goes, oh shit, haa~!”
He had to squeeze his eyes tightly to focus on not cumming, gritting his teeth as he felt Aerith’s body finally break. One moment she was still solid, Tifa making out with her through his balls, and the next he felt Tifa finally fall Into his balls like a massive bean bag chair.
“G-get on my cock now! Get your cunt up there, I- I’m going to let your friend out!”
Tifa blinked in heated confusion as she suddenly felt her friend’s body disappear, falling into a now perfectly smooth pair of cat balls. She panted with desire, feeling herself so close to cumming, those scents from Jake having fully sunk in, she couldn’t even think of refusing him. Her eyes having gone dull, a drunken smile on her face as she nodded excitedly and climbed up his cock before quickly impaling herself upon it.
“Ahh, h-huh? Oh! Hee hee, yes master~! Ohh, ha, i-it feels so big, and s-so good~. Mmmn, i-it might not, ahhh~! I did it, ohh I can feel you in my womb~!”
The trauma along with the mind altering pheromones of Jake’s new form had finally taken their toll on her. Tifa had given in, she didn’t fully realize what had happened with Aerith the flower girl, she didn’t remember her in that moment. All she knew, all she’d let herself know, was how good it felt to obey her new master, and to take his cock into her developing body.
Jake: “growl Hrr~ fuck you’re even tighter than that first cunt! Ahh, y-yeah I’m keeping you, just bounce like that, mmm, fuck keep riding me!”
He knew he wouldn't last long, and from the looks of it, neither would Tifa. And sure enough, it only took a couple of minutes for him to grunt loudly, for her to scream in pleasure and him to pump her full of the largest load he’d ever had. Tifa’s womb swelled to an obscene size before she was forced off his cock, falling onto the ground as her eyes slowly closed, falling unconscious with a smile on her face. But even as she was done, he wasn’t. Jake kept cumming, his cum shooting into the air before falling back down, splashing onto his chest, balls, or onto Tifa. It took nearly two minutes of cumming before his balls were finally back to normal, his cock finally softening, he looked down exhaustedly at his chest, and chuckled as he saw a small skull soaked in his cum. He reached up and grabbed the skull off his chest and set it down beside him, a broad smile on his face as he slowly drifted to sleep.
It would make a good trophy he thought, the first of many he was sure. He was already thinking about how he’d use his new pet to get more little cock snacks. It was as he closed his eyes, content after having the best sex of his life that he knew, he was the luckiest man alive.
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a lot of times i feel stupid and ashamed to post. i feel like there’s always an invisible audience on the other side of the post button and clicking it only opens myself up for criticism ( aka being told that nothing i ever do is just good in accordance to my brain ). i know criticism is healthy and necessary, but to someone like me who has felt like they’ve been hunted for sport all their life and is finally taking a decent shot at discovering to be a person and rekindle their interests- it feels like the piercing of a bullet because there it is. there’s the reason i never took an honest shot at anything. amongst an overflowing swirling sea of love and positivity and light i will find the one off colored speckle of sand amongst the rest and my psyche will use that as ammunition to beat me into submission and keep me bored and wishing i could just act. im so deeply ashamed and embarrassed of myself and my thoughts and my body and i was made to be this way. i wasn’t always this way. i used to be so loud. i used to be so happy. i was a fountain of information and words and interests and ambitions. i wanted to be a vet. i loved animals so i wanted to be a doctor for them. ive always devoted my time and attention towards helping and healing. so why is it that i myself am so sick? i feel like a wilted flower in the most literal sense. i feel my brain thump and thud in my skull half the time. my hair falls out in clumps as i run my fingers through it. my stomach is nauseated from the moment i wake up until i sleep. and food sometimes but rarely helps. but i am so hungry. im sitting here even now thinking about this for too long and im talking myself out of expressing myself. don’t make such a fuss. don’t write it out so it doesn’t become real. stop whining, you look stupid. what do you have to be sad for really? i guess i have a lot of reasons, and whenever i tell others theyll tell me they dont even know how im still alive. or they silently nod their heads and rub my back because they have no idea how to respond to most of the shit ive been through. but it still feels.. like artificial pain. i know it was all real, but i feel like an attentionwhore for getting attention about it and liking it. what else could you expect from a neglected abused child ? they want attention. they want love. i want love. i have love. but it never feels like enough. and my hunger for it makes me ashamed. why should i have to hold the burden of not only experiencing how miserable it is to always have a hungry void in your heart, taking and taking and taking and yet never becoming any less ravenous, but also having to deal with the consequences of the responses the people that were supposed to nurture and raise me put on to me? they set me up for failiure from the cery start and here i am. in the trash and desolation that they left me. left alone and confused and vilnerable to look throigh the rubble and try to rebuild what i can, watch the unsalvageable parts of me die, and have to first get myself to a clean slate before i can even start pouring the concrete that will allow the foundation of myself as a human ti stand on stably. im losing my mind. i feel like im falling apart. its not fair. i wish i could live an easy life. this is hard and tiring work and im not sure how ive managed to pull myself by my own hair through the darkest pits of hell just to still be alive today. i want tomorrow to be the end. but i know ot wont be. i know theres going to have to be a lot more tomorrows for it to be the end, and that i have to continue to fight and fight harder through all those days to get to the end. i wish i didnt have to fight for my life just for some peace and comfort and space to be myself. i, as a cuban immigrant, never thought my lofe would get this difficult. but it has proven me wrong time and time again. it Does get worse, and it has. but it also Does get better. i can only hold on, keep tryong, and hope that it starts getting better again soon, and that the outcome will be worth all of this.
i hope we get a cat and a puppy and that i properly learn how to crochet. i want to learn how to skateboard and rollerskate. i want to read more and write more and go to parks to do it. i want to cook meals in my kitchen and get my girlfriend flowers and edibles to surprise her with after work. i want to make friends and build community. i want ti make a difference in my life and the lives of others around me. i want to be seen and known and loved and held as sacred and protected. but i feel like i have been set up with parental controls and now that ive left them i don’t have the passcodes to get in and turn them off. i have so many fake invisible walls and locks in my mind that i give full control to. they do not exist. they are not real. but yet they control me. all i can do is push forward and remember that tomorrow will bring me a whole day closer to my peace. i remember seeing a post on here where someone said they’d bake a pie when everything turned okay for them. im not sure what i’ll do. i suppose i will know the best way to celebrate the end of my long and hard journey once im in the end of it
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u give off orange vibes! lil feisty too tho so.. red-orange :o
>:O !! FEISTY THANK U
this is way too deep for a color ask but I love hearing what my friends think of me
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THE. BASS.
I need to learn how to play House of Wolves, the drums get better the more you hear them. That and The Sharpest Lives are the only two songs I would have added to the set list when I saw them live that one time. I love these songs so much
Why hasn't anyone told me about the tiny swarm tour prop/destroyed house that's standing in the corner?
Cancer us honestly too beautiful (and sad) of a song to exist in this world
And I fucking love the violin between Cancer and Mama and throughout the song too
Oh my god I think Frank is singing along to sleep even though he doesn't even have a mic why is that so sweet 🥺🥺🥺
Mikey
And again, the bass sound
Love the commentary of whoever the video XD
I don't what it is with this show in particular or why I'm all of a sudden focussed on guitar players (I cannot for the lofe of me play guitar) but Ray is fucking KILLING IT!!!! Srsly, no idea if it's the show or me but I have never paid so much attention to a guitar player as I am doing right now 😅
Nvm that about I would have only added sharpest lives and house of wolves. Also Disenchanted. We should all thank Mikey every day for that song.
Disenchanted fr 😭😭😭 I wanna scream about it but I have neighbors and a roommate 😭😭😭 which also means I can't really sing to any of the songs but it's worst with this one I love it so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Famous Last Words as epic as ever
THEY USED BLACK PARADE LYRICS AT THE END OF FAMOUS LAST WORDS????? HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THAT???? IS THAT A REGULAR THAT JUST COMPLETELY WENT OVER MY HEAD??? THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION I HAVE FOR SEEING NO ONE MENTION THIS BECAUSE WE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT THAT 24/7 WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DEAL WITH THAT I FUCKING CAN'T
The person in the video just went "I love this fucking band". Same, girl. Same.
Look, I can know they played Blood and still freak out about it, okay?
Not Okay, actually. Not o-fucking-kay XD And Frank and Ray singing in the background <333
This band fucking owns my heart. No matter how many other bands I listen to, I don't think they're ever even gonna get close to mcr
Moving on to day 2:
Just the entirety of the fact that they played The End and Dead!
It's ridiculous I'm just watching the same set again and still freaking out about it 😂
The pistol Gerard did with his hands when they ended dead 🥺🥺
I love this stance that Mikey always does. Also, have I mentioned the bass sound, yet? Not for this show? Great because it's also FUCKING PERFECT!!!!
The black and white screens are great too btw
Maybe it's cause Ray looks so fucking in black and white and that makes the solos even better...
The screens mainly showing Gerard's shadow for the beginning of wttbp was an awesome choice by whoever was in charge of that
I know, I'm repeating myself but it's just so rare that you can hear the bass properly 😭
The black and white hit's even harder for I Don't Love You
Frank also killing it (because somehow I haven't really mentioned him yet 🥲)
Also I love watching Jarrod play the drums, he always looks so happy 🥰
I don't know if they did that on purpose or if so how they did it, but there's a split second in I Don't Love You where one of the shadows look like a marching band guy?? The black parade skeleton specifically?? Idk maybe I'm imagining things or over interpreting, but I see the fucking skeleton moving as one of the shadows
Ray is wearing blue pants. I'm confused
Still don't know what to do with that "kill them" comment...
That is a shit ton of flashing lights too, idk how they weren't totaly disoriented on that stage
However, I do think that all of this goodbye stuff might be saying goodbye to their past and the beginning of a new era, kind of like Foundations. But maybe that's just what I want to be true, I honestly have no idea. But I'm subscribing to the idea that mcr is done until they confirm it.
Their use of lighting and the effects on the screens is so good!!!
Disenchanted 🥰🥰🥰
Yeah, the second show definitely felt like a goodbye. But I'm really hoping that it's to like... a past era and not mcr as a whole. Or maybe tumblr is just getting to me idk... i'm choosing to believe that this is the beginning of a new era until I see something official from them
Frank and Ray in the back of Na Na Na 🥰🥰
Helena.
So long and good night to everyone who has actually read this far (thank you) I need to fucking sleep.
So sorry to everyone who follows me, you're gonna have to see more about mcr. Specifically me freaking out about the concert videos because I don't want to distract my best friend from her Very Important uni work.
Comments I have so far:
THE BASS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! There is no way phones would have captured that if they hadn't done a very good job at sound check and actually made the bass audible, I AM IN LOVE!!!
Also all of Sharpest Lives. So sad I never heard that live but it's even good on the recordings
#yes I did type all of that out in my notes app because I srsly felt bad for spamming everyone 😅#which might defeat the purpose of live blogging (if you can even call it that when you're watching a recorded show but I guess it was my#live reaction)#but oh my god I would have felt so terrible for putting the same post 30 times on people's dashboard just so they can see me fangirl about#how Mikey's bass sounded at these shows because no one fucking asked for that#anyways i really should go to bed and then contemplate whether or not this was “mcr's funeral” for an hour before I actually fall asleep#yey 🥲#mcr#my chemical romance#my post
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I feel so fucking vindicated!!!! I fucking called it babes!!!
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I just cried a little bc I remembered that the wonderful, precious mgg exists
#mgg#criminal minds#Spencer Reid#i was feeling really down#so i switched to my ig explore#and there was the light of my lofe being a dork#and for some reason i cried in relief#bc there are still good people in this bitch of a world
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Alone: A Strange Magic Vignette
Summary: In one kingdom, a goblin king’s loneliness eats away at his heart. In another kingdom, a fairy princess cries herself to sleep on what would have been her wedding night. A vignette about changing seasons, the future, and lofe. Also posted on FFN and AO3.
I just had to post a story in honor of the first day of our dear Bog King’s Very Favorite Season Ever (OK, now he’s giving me The Look. You know the one.)
Ah yes, there it is. (Boggy, we all know you don’t hate it as much as you let on. We’re all on to you.)
So, in honor of Lofe and the first day of Spring...
Alone by tough-girl9 aka Tough_Girl (AO3) and Sauron Gorthaur (FFN)
Bog hated this time of year.
The season of love.
Spring.
The damp chill burrowed its way down beneath his scales, impossible to escape, and the odors of rain and damp wood and a thousand growing things irritated his persnickety sense of smell. When the breeze was just right, sometimes he’d even catch a sickly sweet whiff of primroses.
He hated it. He hated all of it. But what he hated most was how Spring reminded him that he was alone and always would be.
He pressed his face down into his milkweed-silk pillow, curled on his side in his nest with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to fall asleep as the night wore on. Insects chirred outside his castle walls. But loneliness ate away at the heart of the goblin king.
His ban on love kept public displays of affection at a minimum, but he knew that goblin couples continued to pursue their romances out of his sight. Not even fear of their king could kill off the sweet promises that drifted in with the whispers of Spring. Spring was the perfect time of year for it, after all. New life was burgeoning everywhere and love was in the air. It sang through the blood of every creature in the Dark Forest, filling them with yearning and tender thoughts and sweetest hope. Even if he could limit its sickening outward spectacle, Bog knew that love was not something he could ever truly ban or destroy.
He could not even destroy it in his own blood.
He was always aware of his loneliness, but never more than during the Spring.
He dug his claws viciously into the thick bed of moss that lined his nest, snarling into his pillow, but there was nothing he could do to ease the ache of his heart. Nothing he could do to stave off the damp chill of the air creeping under his scales and to know with full certainty that there would never be anyone to cuddle against to keep away the cold. Nothing he could do to forget that he was too hideous to love.
He ranted in front of his subjects about how much he loathed the very idea of love, how it crept into your heart like the Spring damp and rotted everything it touched. He snarled and growled at his mother when she insisted on humiliating him in front of girl after girl after girl who only looked twice at him because he came with a throne. He pretended as if he couldn’t care less when she prattled on about finding someone who would make him happy.
The truth was that he cared very, very much.
As a young goblin, he’d just assumed that one day he’d have a mate. When he’d gotten old enough to get past the idea that love was icky, he’d daydreamed fondly of the time when he’d find a beautiful, fierce goblin girl to call his own. He’d assumed he would have someone special to hold and bite and kiss, someone who would make him happy and to whom he’d bring joy and pleasure in return, someone he would have children with. He’d loved the idea of being a husband, a father to little goblin princes and princesses, a king with a queen at his side.
Then That Fateful Day had happened, and Bog’s dreams had shattered with his heart.
He was too hideous to love. He had done something too terrible for anyone to trust and desire him now. He was a monster that no one could ever wish to sleep beside.
Spring reminded him of That Fateful Day. Spring reminded him of the jagged shards of shame and guilt lodged in his broken heart. Spring reminded him that there was never going to be anyone for him to hold in his arms and ease the unceasing ache in his chest.
Knowing that he could never have such a future did nothing to stop the fact that he wanted someone to love so badly that it made him want to tear out his own heart and fling it into the mud to sink forever and never torment him again. He hated how badly he wanted love.
He snarled again, shoving his face down into the pillow as if he could suffocate his feelings and the inconsolable ache of his heart during a season when the rest of the world was basking in the bliss of true love’s happiness. His fingers tightened impulsively along with the painful constriction of his heart. His next snarl was half a sob as he curled in upon himself, painfully aware of every cruel, sharp, hideous inch of his body.
You are a monster. What you did was unforgivable. You are unlovable.
You’ve always known you never had a chance. You wouldn’t have resorted to that love potion if you thought there was any other possibility of someone loving you.
Who in their right mind would let you hold them? Who with eyes in their head would willingly share your nest.
If you had a good personality, maybe someone somewhere might be willing to overlook your ugliness, but you don’t even have that!
You’re a monster, a disgusting, cruel, ugly, horrible, evil, hideous monster.
No one will ever, ever, ever want you.
He choked against the pillow, throat tightening, and screwed his eyes as tightly shut as he could, but he couldn’t stop the tears that slipped treacherously from underneath his eyelids and traced glistening paths down his sharp cheeks. He hated himself even more for it, but he gave in and sobbed into his pillow as he had done far too many times during the long, dark, lonely nights of these past eleven years.
Nothing would ever change. He was going to be alone forever.
~o~o~o~
Bog did not know that a world away, in the kingdom of meadows and streams that lay just beyond his, a fairy girl was sobbing herself to sleep on what would have been her wedding night, her own dreams shattered, an oath sworn, purple make-up covering a broken heart, outward confidence and defiance not able to completely hide the very real pain of finding herself so very suddenly unwanted and alone.
~o~o~o~
Bog loved this time of year.
The cool brush of Spring against his scales still carried some of the Winter chill but whispered of the coming warmth and the burgeoning of life that lay just around the corner. The scent of rain and damp wood and his Forest blossoming back to its full glory wrapped cozily around him. He made a content chuffing sound deep in his throat as he snuggled closer to the woman in his arms, pressing his face to her, and curling his whole, lithe body against her. She was warm and soft against his scales, chasing away the cold that still lingered in the air.
Marianne sighed and wriggled herself a little closer in return, closing every smidgeon of space that still existed between them. Her hair tickled against his cheek. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, pressing her to his chest, delighting in the amazing, beautiful, fierce little fairy who had chosen him to be her husband. His heart felt full and happy to overflowing, his gratitude to Marianne beyond expression. Sometimes his love was such an overwhelming ache in his soul that it simply flooded out of him every time he looked at her or opened his mouth.
He loved the softness of her body curled against his. He loved the way her gorgeous wings draped over their nest when she slept. He loved the way her lips quirked and her eyes glittered when she looked him with desire (for him!) glowing off of her. He loved the way she chased away every bad memory of feeling unwanted, unworthy, and alone, and he loved that he could do the same for her.
He nuzzled her, rubbing his jaw and nose and cheek fondly against his beloved’s face, growling serenely and pressing soft kisses to her skin that he hoped conveyed even half of his love and adoration and thankfulness towards her. She giggled sleepily, one hand pressing gently against his cheek in playful encouragement to his nuzzles and kisses, her own arm wrapped about his waist just below his wings. He rubbed his clawed toes ever so gently against the top of her foot, their legs twined, and marveled at how two bodies that were so different could feel so entirely perfect together.
The ardor of Spring rushed through his blood, but he no longer dreaded it. She gave that lovely, sleepy little giggle again as he adjusted his body to cradle her more easily, pressing her down into the soft rolls of moss, and nuzzling until his lips found hers. She sighed against his mouth as he kissed her, her slender fingers stroking his crest and his back. When he parted from her, they lay with their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.
“Mmmm, Bog,” she murmured against his skin. “Love you.”
Two weeks of being married was not nearly enough time to rob him of the wonder of those words. He hoped the electric shock of joy that they sent through his whole being never ever went away. “I love you too,” he whispered back, blissful tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
All right, so he’d had to admit to his mother that she’d been right all along, retract his ridiculous ban, and confess to his court that he’d been craving affection so badly that it had taken him a grand total of two hours to fall more madly in love than he’d even known was possible.
It had been entirely worth it.
Vaguely, he remembered those long, sleepless nights, weeping from loneliness into his pillow, ashamed and angry at himself for wanting love, no hope left to cling to that he could ever have what he desired. Now, with Marianne in his arms, it all felt like a bad dream from long ago.
It felt so, so good not to be alone any longer.
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