#tiny bit sad

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Jealousy & Confession - Maedhros x Fingon

Dear anon, it's my joy and pleasure to give you this sweet(ish) slice of Russingon!

They truly are the best! I love them so much! <3

Words: 1 070

Characters: Maedhros x Fingon

Warnings: A hint of sadness, a bit of obsession, a confession, and yes, they're still half-cousins :D

Gritting his teeth, Maedhros swallowed a few times to dislodge the lump of bad conscience in his throat.

He had no right to be doing this, and if anyone was to catch him—lurking around behind corners and nearly folding himself in half to keep his prodigious height from drawing too much attention—he would have been hard-pressed to find a reasonable explanation or excuse for his current shameful behaviour.

It had all started, a few weeks ago, with an innocent crush which had soon devolved into outright obsession; Fingon—the object of Maedhros’s single-minded preoccupation—had only had to bat those dense, dark lashes at him while laughing at an honestly rather mediocre joke for the pale, freckled ginger to completely lose his mind.

In his head, he could hear Maglor drawling that this was all just a consequence of his genetical make-up and unusual upbringing, and that thought alone made Maedhros clam up and grit his teeth petulantly.

Of course, his father was known for being inclined towards mad fixations, and Maedhros had spent a shocking amount of time denying his own needs and desires to keep an eye on his younger siblings instead, but he was not about to readily admit that he might have sustained any kind of emotional or psychological damage from these circumstances.

So what if Fingon’s open smile and the way he consistently seemed to “accidentally” touch Maedhros when they spoke drove bashful heat into his hollow cheeks and made his heart beat faster with helpless agitation?

It didn’t mean that there was necessarily something wrong with him.

Hiding behind a beautifully carved column to watch Fingon talk to a young girl, on the other hand, was so irrefutably an indication of onsetting madness that even Maedhros could not explain it away.

Indeed, he was painfully aware of just how insane and worrisome his behaviour was for—even if he was special to Maedhros in every way—Fingon was kind and charming to every person he met, be they a random stranger or a family friend.

Thus, it was entirely unreasonable to feel as if every smile that was graciously bestowed upon another had been stolen from Maedhros who was far from destitute to begin with; he had six brothers, doting parents, and many friends.

So how could it be that he so yearned to bathe in Fingon’s benevolent attention as if he was gilded and hallowed by every sweet word and amused chuckle?

When the girl lifted her hand to push back one of Fingon’s braids, Maedhros growled.

As that feral, rumbling sound echoed through the hollow, aching cavity of his chest, the tall redhead was at last torn from his frenzy. Shame washed through him, hot and healing.

At last, he averted his eyes to slink away and seek refuge and solace beside a remote, forgotten fountain he had loved since his earliest childhood. Nobody would find him there, and he’d be free to bask in his own misery and self-reproach in relative peace.

Cursing himself bitterly for so unreasonably growing possessive and jealous, he hastened away.

“Huh?!”

Upon hearing the startled sound escaping the soft, rosy mouth of his friend, Fingon turned around instinctively to scan their surroundings.

“What is it?” he asked tensely—even though he had tried to arrange everything so that nobody would notice his absence, he could never be entirely sure that none of his younger siblings or cousins had followed him in pursuit of a tasteless, puerile practical joke.

“Nothing,” she chuckled, embarrassed by her nervous reaction. “I thought I had seen a flash of copper and gold in the distance, but it’s gone. Surely, it was but the light dancing on the columns. Do not try to change the subject, friend! You know you have to talk to him sooner or later! Just confess your feelings, you’ll feel better afterwards, no matter what his answer will be!”

Nodding unconvincedly, Fingon rose to his full height and squared his shoulders—he was no coward, and he agreed that he could not go on like this.

His every waking moment was consumed by intrusive thoughts about the gleaming eyes and alluring smile of one he facetiously called “friend”, and his nights were all the more upsetting as his mind painted pictures of puzzling promiscuity that haunted him well beyond the borders of Irmo’s realm.

“Go!” the girl cheered and gave him a gentle push.

Usually, finding Maedhros—tall as a tree and thrice as charming, may Yavanna forgive him—was not a difficult feat, but Fingon had to visit many a spot he knew to be amongst his friend’s favourites before he finally stumbled upon the long-limbed beauty, curled up on himself by a defunct fountain.

“Hi! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! How are you?” he chirped, hearing himself how shrill and breathless his voice sounded.

“Oh!” Maedhros looked up in surprise, but his eyes narrowed suspiciously almost at once. “I would not have expected you to seek me out…”

“I need to talk to you,” Fingon burst out, and his heart sank when he saw Maedhros’s face melt into an impassive, almost hostile mask that was so unlike the beautifully vulnerable flush he had come to love.

“Me? I’m sure there are plenty of other people, much lovelier than I am, you could be conversing with,” Maedhros grumbled, burying his face against his updrawn knees as the bitter, accusatory tone of his voice hit him.

“There is none lovelier than you,” Fingon whispered. “And I’d rather sit in silence by your side than listen to the most skilled orator to have ever been sung into existence…”

Slivers of silver emerged like crescent moons above bony knees, and Fingon dropped to the ground to clasp those slender, long-fingered hands in his own.

“I cherish our friendship, please believe me, but I must confess how much deeper my feelings run than mere amicable affection, lest I run mad with longing…”

“I—you—but…the girl?” Maedhros stammered, unheedful of the dreadful confession he was making.

“What girl? There are no girls,” Fingon laughed, kissing Maedhros’s tense, white knuckles in an expression of exuberant joy. “There is only you.”

And, because he was indeed not the most gifted or eloquent creation to have ever existed, Maedhros surged forward to capture Fingon’s smiling mouth in a searing kiss in lieu of a formal acceptance of his much-yearned-for, miraculous suit.

@fellowshipofthefics here's another one for this month!

No monthly challenge would be complete without these two!

Lots of love and well-wishes!

-> Masterlist

#og post #Dark Romance Prompts #Sweet and Spicy Bingo #Sweet #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #Jealousy #Confession #Russingon #Maedhros x Fingon #Maedhros #Fingon #tiny bit sad #fluff

[beif0ngs]

My only plan for tonight is to get f*cked up beyond all recognition. 🥴🍾🍷

+BONUS FOOTAGE OF A DRUNKEN FIVE RUNNING DOWN THE HALLWAYS WITH A MANNEQUIN:

#The Umbrella Academy #TUA #Umbrella Academy #tuaedit #Number Five #Five #*mine #y’know for someone who’s PROBABLY never been drunk given his age irl #Aidan’s INSANELY good at acting the part #like his entire performance as Five has always just been incredibly entertaining to watch #but i have to say i'm a tiny bit sad that they switched Five from a caffeine addict to a raging drunk #ok to be fair it is an appropriate switch when your plans for retirement is rudely interrupted by the world ending AGAIN... but still

[g1ngerbeer]

@tardis-technician hey im still obsessed with the way this post is worded

#id in alt text #my art #dw #doctor who #tenth doctor #I can turn this back into a shitpost because if I dont think about it for too long I wont get sad- Oh god . #eyestrain #<- tiny bit. i took a photo of my ipad screen lol. sorry. if it bothers anyone lmk and ill get the proper image #pair o' docs

[driftsart]

Some possible voice claims for my au!

(I'm still working on them so they may change a tad bit ;D)

Some more voice claims ⬇️⬇️

Some more will come in the future! ;0

#transformers #voice claims #autobots #au #decepticons #Meg's voice is much gentler but it still kinda sounds the same as TFP Megs #And Optimus's sounds a bit more sad and depressing #SS voice is a tiny bit lower and with a bit of an accent and less whiny but sounds very very similar to TFP Starscream's #if yall have any other suggestions for voice claims for SS Megs or Optimus pls help lmao

[freckledjoes]

Joe Keery on The Kelly Clarkson Show - 10/01/2024

#joe keery #sad that they scrapped the tiny bit about djo #idc if it wasnt much he already got such a short time to talk hellllllo #i need everything

[cupidtxt]

cut, copy, paste

#art #my art #oc #my oc #oc:vista #tiny bit Ventish. but not rlly. just making him sad lol

[howlonomy]

How pissed is ceroba when she realizes kanako wasted the eggs again

she finds out its for a good cause and then all is forgiven!

#asked and answered #monster clover au #shes a tiny bit sad clover didnt tell her about their family stuff #but she also knows kanako is doing a good job supporting them and helping them move on #so shes happy theyre both getting along!! even if its thru egging clovers old house #she would have done worse #mcau fun

[kucho04]

I have the headcanon of Akashi acting humble at his own abilities(post winter cup of course) in the attempt of being like a normal guy. I.e "ah I don't have much experience cooking but..." and obviously delivers the best thing you have ever seen. Although this may sound contradictory to his special "trait" (being good at everything...) I like to think he's not the best at whatever at FIRST try, but is capable of being so if practices for a period of time/get interested in it. A very fast learner

His first drawing attempt was bad(expected as a kid). To this day, he likes to draw the gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent Yukimaru, so Akashi practiced more often until doing nice simple pieces.

All of this was written with the purpose of you imagining a very silly kid drawing of Akashi holding Shiori's hand with a tiny Yuki at the side. Masaomi is also there. A bit far but still included

#ignoring the fact that he has the power of anime by his side of course #I need to see Akashi struggling a bit at things(affectionate). #I ALSO NEED MORE TINY AKASHI #Akashi gets super anxious when noticing hes not good at something so need to be at least decent at it #That sounds so sad and stressing to deal with i'm sorry my son

[n3ongold3n]

Ever since i saw the thongTM i could not stop thinking about this 🐳

#käärijä #häärijä #khäärijä calendar #diary bit coming up in the tags bear with me since this is #also my diary kind of; this blog #this thing has fought me every step of the way - and it shows i know #but i needed at least /some/ tiny little crumb of standing up for myself against my own defeatist thoughts #not just drawing. just. in general there are so many tiny and medium obstacles to accomplishing tasks that i just feel #like such an idiot for not just getting rid of the obstacles and moving on #at the same time i know how very unfair this kind of thinking is towards me since i #literally have the neurodivergence of cannot set priorities for my life or coordinate several things unless under strong duress #and then i feel sad for not even living my life unapologetically #((and disappointing jere :') - you have not read this that would be way WAY too embarrassing for me) #and yes i know you shouldn't trust yourself after - what was it? - 19:00? Well. If I didn't have to struggle until 3 pm to get through #the wall of anxious paralysis we wouldn't have that problem but here we are #anyway. off to bed. for what it's worth #got to figure out how to electronically validate my ID :''') and/or call the job center - fun! #my own stuff

[herrmitton]

akito protection and care squad!!!!!

#this is how im coping with not pulling the akito lim #when arata was being nasty about the band n akito was like >:^( fuck u n then was all quiet and sad when it was his turn WAS SO TINY OF HIM #hes just so little and insecure he needs to be protected #ena wld beat his ass for sure #and then beat akitos ass #i wish they kinda went in a little bit more in this event but is ok i understand akito likes to hide his more depressing emotions #i liked the toya side story tho where he still wasnt 100% better #its nice they dont just let him get over it immediately lmao he was SO SAD BRO FUUCK #sorry i love akito a lot i rly rly rly vibe w his character hes so me hes so me fr!!! #prsk #pjsk #prsk fanart #prsk fa #pjsk art #pjsk fanart #hatsune miku project sekai #project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #akito shinonome #shinonome akito #toya aoyagi #aoyagi toya #an shiraishi #shiraishi an #ena shinonome #shinonome ena #akitoya

[jula483]

matchy matchy 🧡

#rhett and link #matching #what's better than them just casually matching? #them wearing the exact same clothes #lol #i love it #gonna be just a tiny bit sad when they wear normal clothes on tomorrow's episode #i love how gmm 2500 was clearly filmed outside normal schedule because link's hair is longer #my post

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Lace & Attention - Idril x Meleth

Written for @jaz-the-bard...a pairing I had never written before (which usually doesn't stop me).

Please, have a bittersweet slice of wlw from me!

Lots of love!

Words: 1 030

Characters: Idril x Meleth

Warnings: Sadness, longing, jealousy, disrobing, relative nudity, sexual innuendo

Meleth frowned as she left the boy’s room; she had not sought to distress him, but her heart oft misgave her, and she found herself helplessly afraid of the lingering shadows beleaguering their once fair city.

It surely was better that he knew, she thought frantically, and yet she couldn’t shake the memory of his innocent face, marred by fearful, uncomprehending tears as he listened to her paralysing, terrifying tales of woe and warning.

“Is he asleep?”

On some nights, Meleth would have preferred to be addressed with the absent-minded politeness her Lady displayed when dealing with other servants and helpers, and she resented herself for her weakness.

The one who had been named after a love she would never fully call her own nodded demurely, avoiding Idril’s gaze in the polished mirror like a coward.

“Have you seen Lómion tonight?”

Stiffening, Meleth now shook her head.

Yes, at times, she wished to be invisible and unheeded so as to be spared the searing heat of that luminous gaze, and the reference, no matter how passing, to her Lady’s cousin always made her flinch.

“I wonder what preoccupies him so,” Idril mused aloud. “He’s seemed distracted of late.”

I care not, the handmaiden wanted to scream. Why should I waste a single precious thought on that sneaking thief?

She knew that she was being unfair to the King’s nephew—a pitiful orphan who had found refuge in Gondolin like so many others—but she couldn’t help the burning resentment and spite, rising like acid within her fair throat every time her mind but brushed the mere shadow of that untrustworthy creature.

“Do you require my aid?” she asked hastily, moving deftly to Idril’s side to help her unpin the golden coils of her hair and undo the many intricate fastenings of her lavish gown before the other could either accept or refuse her offer.

Once upon a time, Meleth remembered, she had been the only one to gaze upon the delicate lace of Lady Idril’s undergarments, and she bemoaned the loss of that privilege more often than she wanted to admit.

Of course, she had always known that their love—self-evident and tender as the clean river water in summer—had been inevitably doomed to run dry before long. Idril was the king’s daughter and heir after all; matrimony and motherhood were her hallowed duties, and not even she could outrun her fate.

Thus, Meleth had made her peace with Tuor for it made no sense to begrudge one who had been foretold by every sign—he and Idril had been fated, and all the desperate devotion in this marred world could not have altered the course of destiny.

“Do you remember this one?” Idril hummed, letting her long, slender fingers travel along the beautiful filigree of the fabric hugging her firm breasts.

“How could I forget?” Meleth whimpered. The intimate garment had been made by a true master, and, upon picking it up for her beloved, she had caressed the impossibly fragile web of silken threads with wide-eyed wonder for much longer than was appropriate or commendable for one of her station in life.

Back then, before the arrival of those accursed males who had depleted and polluted the source of her joy, Idril had chuckled that she had commissioned the underwear as a gift for Meleth.

“To be beautiful for you,” she had said, her eyes as radiant as the midday sun, cutting through the endless blue of a cloudless sky.

Meleth recalled that she had wept, confessing fervently that Idril would always be the most gorgeous to her. Every movement, every kiss, every sweat-stained embrace that had followed were burned into her memory indelibly, but she was too proud to repeat words that had lost their weight and meaning by being reduced to a faint echo of the confessions and declarations Idril now heard every day.

“You’ve always taken such great pleasure in lace,” Idril went on, blissfully unaware of the turmoil ravaging her former lover’s heart and soul. “And you take such good care of my beloved son—I wondered whether…Do you ever miss me? Us?”

At that very moment, as all the dams broke, Meleth realised that the torrent of her ardour had not been quenched by having to share Idril with those whose attentions were so much more legitimate and welcome than her own.

“Always,” she admitted tersely. “Nevertheless, I completely understand…”

You are married now, and you’ve given him a son. You are bound to them and to that miserable miscreant by blood, which is so much more powerful than wisps of lace and a steady stream of earnest, unpretentious love.

She didn’t speak those words, though, for she knew only too well how little they would change, and she wanted to spare both of them the pain and humiliation to recognise their own helplessness in the face of Powers far greater than their own.

“You cannot give back what you didn’t take from me,” she added softly, folding Idril’s rich, luxurious garments with meticulous care to distract herself from the raging storm of unadulterated pain lancing through her whole body.

“You’d rather lose me than share me?” Idril asked sharply, and Meleth sighed. How she adored Idril when her gaze grew fierce and gleaming like an unsheathed blade!

“I’d take anything you’d grant me—I am not beyond being selfish and proud. However, many are vying for your attention and goodwill nowadays, and I am woefully aware that I could never compare to the glory of their births and deeds!” Meleth spat, ultimately unable to contain the poison of envy and hurt flooding her dry mouth and drowning her from the inside.

Instead of answering, Idril rose in a cloud of fragrant warmth and slung her soft arms around the stiff frame of her friend and eternal paramour. “Don’t be silly,” she whispered, letting her full lips espouse the curve of Meleth’s flushed ear. “My husband will not join me tonight, hence why I asked whether my wayward cousin has been sighted. Either way, why don’t you join me? After all, I am wearing your underwear to entice you! Did I succeed?”

@fellowshipofthefics And another one!

As ever, devotedly yours!!!

Lots of love and well-wishes!

-> Masterlist

#og post #Dark Romance Prompts #Sweet and Spicy Bingo #Sweet #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #Lace #Attention #Meleth x Idril #Idril #Meleth #Maeglin #tiny bit sad #fluff #Eärendil

[dottcre]

if it so happens that dottore does get a redemption arc, i will be inconsolable

#i mean id probably accept it in 2 days #but you know thats just so sad #he was an evil little spaghetti #also he cant be truly redeem no matter what he does #unless he brings all those dead children back and take back the years of trauma he gave them #and then do community service until he dies #maybe that’ll help a tiny bit #@ tearoom chatter !

[saintchaser]

“goodbye, alice.”

“don’t do this to me, cissa.”

alice shook her head, and laughed. bitter and aching, a loneliness of some sort that she was sure she would never be able to hide, to push away from her sorrowed heart.

narcissa did not look at her. instead, she fiddled with the ring on her finger, the ring alice had worked a whole summer to afford.

she hadn’t taken it off, yet. alice had intended it to be some sort of promise ring. a lovesick, childish vow of some sorts that deep within her she always knew that would not be enough.

narcissa kissed her one last time. regret was heavy on her lips.

#NOBLEFLOWERRRR #i am so sad that i can’t weite fic this weekend but i am waiting for when i have a tiny bit of spare time (a fee hours) so i can write #something that’s more than five hundred words long #narcissa black #alice longbottom #nobleflower #nobleflower angst #my writing

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

#yes this web weave was titled 'Bring on The Prancing Horses' in my docs....yes im proud of that.... #long post whoop!!! pls scroll back thru and listen to the song while doing so if you wanna experience it better :) #this was originally supposed to be an edit but i have no patience for that and im very happy w this!! #i daydream to music a lot and when i first heard this song i could only think of ferrari seb then sebchal then ferrari drivers in general #but this hurt me a lot to make(for several reasons) #one: AAAAHHHH IT MAKES ME SADDDDDDD!! now im only gonna be able to think of the myth of ferrari when i listen to this song #it rly hurt to look up the pics for this bcs it still feels sore to me and it makes me so sad #but at least i didnt have to watch vids! id probably burst into tears #two: fighting for my life in google docs trying to format the text hahaha... i refuse to use photoshop #special thanks to cofi (@sweatyflytrap) for giving me the idea to put the TPs for the lies lyrics! #its both funny and unfortunate that domenicali was the TP for both felipe and fernando #it would be a bit better if there was a different tp for each but ah oh well #also hehe changed the lyric a tiny bit for the Kimi part. in the og lyrics its Jimmy not Kimi but yknow felt odd to leave it as it was so! #other than that i really really ardently feel that this song fits the cycle of ferrari drivers soooooo well #the 'bring on the new messiah' at the end of the song PLEASE IT FITS SO WELL! with how they drop their prev golden boy for whoevers next! #also omg the way seb's verse is 'you're breaking my brittle heart' rather than "im breaking your brittle heart' HURTS DOESNT IT?????? #i didnt included the original opening/middle verse. i def could make it fit but it wasnt a good opening for this post specifically #'Jimmy Brown made of stone' = kimi again. 'Charlie clown no way home' = charles of course! #anyways this is my magnum opus...but nah i really like it! ill only ever make web weaves w random 80s music i think hahah #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #felipe massa #kimi raikkonen #fernando alonso #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #we do a little bit of f1 #normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion

[cathalbravecog]

veep dad comfort art

#veep dad :] #i have Not been well mentally tbh the second im with friends i DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE anyways ill be VENTING A TINY BIT HERE #i need excitement in my life but im like #has no social life #oopsies...! #so i thought yknow what would make me happy rn. My Veep Dad #yea thats it #also ive been struggling with motivations to play ttcc and draw so.... #apologies for being in the game less. especially as im in the post game with almost everything done #im usually kinda really goal oriented in games and yeah having no tasks or close friends to play with #im just kinda THERE and getting that initial push to do stuff is very hard #my motivation has just been at an all time zero (again) and it upsets me bc i do wanna do stuff...not bc ohh productivity but bc #i just wanna HAVE FUNNNN #anyways erm.... thanks for listening to my little rant here again. i dont know where else to express this sort of stuff. feels wrong to dum #it on strangers who i know are there for my art but. whatever. yknow #just wish i was more motivated in general but my life is Just Kinda Sad and im an Antisocial Anxious Wreck Dear Cog #senior vice president #sr vp #veep dad #personal tag if i dont wanna main tag.... #doodles #traditional art #guz art #toontown