“When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.”
A cute idea I came up with right after writing the first part. I love the thought of these men having cute little Druid babies that turn themselves into kittens. Enjoy ♡
In the quiet darkness of your bedroom, Zevlor and you lay curled up together, finding solace in each other’s warmth. Zevlor, with a gentle smile on his face as he slept, had his tail gently resting against your hip as he held you close. Your shared bed a place where the two of you could find peace after a long day.
As the night wore on, a muffled cry broke the silence, piercing through your sons room. Your son, a young tiefling druid, had been plagued by a troubling nightmare that caused him to shift into a small kitten in his sleep. Unable to shake off the remnants of his nightmare, and now stuck in his wildshape form he wandered towards his parents’ room. His tiny paws padded silently through the moonlit corridors, seeking the loving presence of his parents. He soon reached your bedroom door, filled with a sense of urgency. In his feline form, he struggled to leap onto the high bed, his little paws desperately pawing at the loose sheets hanging down instead, an attempt to stir his parents’ slumber.
Faint squeaks of distress escaped his tiny, furry throat, tugging on Zevlor’s slumbering consciousness. Stirring awake, he blinked away the remnants of sleep, realizing the source of the commotion. As Zevlor turns his gaze towards his son he notices his struggles and the worry etched on his feline face. Understanding the turmoil his son was in, and with his own concern he swiftly acted, “There there, I have you little one.”
With a graceful twist of his tail, Zevlor coiled it around the frightened kitten known as his precious son, wrapping him in its comforting embrace. Lifting him with delicate care, Zevlor brought his son into the warm cocoon of his shared bed, drawing him towards his chest and into the sanctuary of his embrace.
You, roused by the commotion, opened your eyes to observe the scene with tender eyes. Understanding the depth of your son’s distress, you shifted yourself closer to both your son and Zevlor, your arms wrapping around his to help create a castle of love around your son. His feline form slowly dissipating as he felt the love and reassurance from both you and his father.
- 𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃 -
The past week you’ve been bugging Rolan to have another child, claiming he makes the best father… which he does, but in actuality you wanted a child to carry out your Druid bloodline. Rolan on the other hand was content with the two he already had, in all truth he’s not even sure how he ended up with two, he barely wanted one and now you’re asking for another. So, Rolan did what he knew best and tried to keep you distracted by showing off some magic up in his tower as he worked.
The air around them crackled with auras of magic, Rolan’s audience was none other than his dearest family. You, with a smile warm as a summer’s eve, his daughter, on your lap, beaming with sparkling joy, and his son, sprawled on a desk while Lia and Cal watch next to you.
“Daddy is so cool!” Your daughter tittered, clapping her hands wildly in appreciation and childish glee. “Usually he has performance issues,” Cal snorted back to his niece, “but I guess he’s past those days since he had yo-“ Lia elbowed Cal in the ribs while shooting him a look of disagreement, “Let Rolan have his moment! Besides, she has no idea what you’re talking about anyway!”
Rolan only sighs, “Don’t listen to them sweetheart.”
You looked on fondly at the scene; your daughter’s overjoyed excitement and Rolan’s faint smirk of pride making her smile. But of course, you couldn’t let him off so easily, poking at him was just always too easy.
“Oh Rolan, it’s always the same trick. I was hoping for something new today,” You wink at your tiefling husband, pulling your daughter extra close. His son piped up in agreement, “Yeah dad, do something else.”
Rolan turned around, responding to his son with a wry smile. “Patience! I’m working up to it-” As he spun, his careless movements knocked over a potion bottle conveniently close to where his son sat. And in that moment, the area was shrouded in a haze of green smoke.
When the smoke dissipated, sitting there was an infernal kitten where their son had been. “ROLAN!” You let out a gasp, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. The little tiefling girl, by contrast, erupted in laughter, shouting, “kitty!” The son turned kitten meowed in response, looking quizzically at his surprised family.
“Gooood job, Rolan. That’s definitely a new one for the books.” Cal clapped slowly at his brother. Lia just held her head, shaking it tired of Cal’s remarks.
Rolan pointed at their now feline son. “Brilliant! See, no need to try for another child, you have your Druid bloodline right here!“ He was swiftly met with a death glare from you, his wife, yet the quip in his smirk did not falter. "I’m only teasing, love…partially.”
- 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 -
Dammon and you found yourselves enveloped in a rare moment of silence. Your three children, seemingly lost in slumber. With a sense of anticipation and romance, Dammon took it upon himself to prepare an exquisite dinner for the two of you. The enticing aroma of your favorite dishes wafted through the air, setting the mood for an lovely evening. Soft candlelight bathed the table, casting dancing shadows that added a nice touch to your surroundings.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been able to do something like this, let’s not waste the rest of the night, shall we?” Dammon rose from his seat, a warm smile illuminating his face. He extended a hand towards you, his eyes shimmering with affection. “May I have the this dance, my love?” he asked, his voice filled with tenderness and a slight blush across his cheeks.
Stepping outside and into your small garden, the moonlight bathed you both in a gentle glow. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your feet gliding across the ground as if guided by unseen forces. Dammon’s tail swayed gracefully in time with the rhythm.
Your children on the other hand were indeed not sleeping and instead joined the two of you outside, hidden by the magic of their druidic lineage, had transformed into three adorable kittens. Their tiny paws treaded silently across the grass as they approached their dancing parents, their eyes wide with wonder.
As Dammon and you twirled and spun, your laughter and joyous whispers filled the air. The kittens, their tiny tails swaying in unison, watched their parents in awe.
Just as their father wrapped his tail around your leg before pressing his forehead against yours, your eldest son of the three, couldn’t help but wiggle his tail, imitating his father’s playful gesture and wrapping his tail around his brothers’. Your youngest daughter, the mischievous one, attempted to spin in circles, her tiny body mirroring the dizziness she felt from watching the dance. The middle son, the most observant of the trio, took in every delicate movement while his brother messed with his tail.
With an accidental stumble, your youngest daughter or rather kitten, tumbled out of her hiding place, landing with a soft thud into the opening. The sudden noise caught Dammon and yours attention, your dance interrupted by the unexpected sound.
Dammon’s lips curled into a playful smile, his arms crossed over his chest as he raised a single eyebrow.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.
You, unable to hide your own smile, stepped towards the kittens, your eyes filled with love as you extended a gentle hand, beckoning them closer to join the two if you.
It was 13 or 14 years ago. From what I remember you just shouldered aside the mastodons, went into the Tumblr cave and carved your mark on the wall, telling people you were now signed up for tumblr, and then they would haul memes on animal hides past you. Back then it was mostly cats doing amusing things, obviously, but we would watch them by the flickering firelight, and chortle to ourselves hopefully before leaving the cave and trudging back to our lives.
This is just how it was. …Though Neil seems to have had more mastodons on his case than I had.
…I remember having had to hand-knap a meme or two before they finally automated that. (Took them forever, and previously you had to be running the right version of PHP…)
A small seaside island, with a cute little town facing the mainland, on the beach the children play, inside the town there is a main street with a horse drawn trolley going up and down it. Every Saturday the ferry takes tourists across the bay to visit the island. Wild flowers grow in the windswept fields that cover the island outside the idealic village, the gulls fly high above
A woman walks down the steps from her little house to buy bread from the local baker, she has a blue sundress on and a basket in her hand, in her pocket sits 25 dollars, her son follows close behind, they catch the trolley which passes their street at 9:17 daily and ride into the town center, after 12 minutes they drink coffee and cocoa in the Cafe across the street from the baker as they wait for him to open his store, the smell of freshly baked bread fills the street.
The woman watches as the baker opens his shop and thanks him for the bread as she pays, getting a cookie for her son as well, they head down to the pier to watch the seals for a bit before walking back home.
As they walk back home, the woman stares off into the sky as she walks, remembering the young girl who used to work in the bakery with the baker, she thinks about her and how she like so many others moved to the city, she wonders what that girls life is like now as she walks, a tear rolls down her face, her son asks “what’s wrong” to his mom and she simply wipes the tear away and tells her son that “it’s nothing, really” and asks him if they want to stop on the bookshop before going home
The woman now home with fresh bread and 2 books, has locked herself in her basement, she intends to cast a spell to destroy the ferry that goes to the mainland, she has come to fear that her son will take that ferry and leave her when she ages like her lovers before all have
The spot on the mattress next to him is cold, so Steve must have left a while ago. Judging by the sounds coming from downstairs, though, he didn’t go far.
There are sounds of someone puttering about in the kitchen; the clinking of plates, the sound of cutlery being placed on the countertop, the refrigerator door opening and closing. All to a backdrop of tinny pop music on low from the radio they keep on the sill in the kitchen window.
Billy, used to early morning after all the years under his father’s roof, is usually up before his boyfriend, who likes to sleep in. So it is not often that Steve wakes up before Billy, these days. But it happens, on special occasions.
Special occasions like today.
When Billy hears footsteps in the little hallway leading to the bedroom, he stretches out in the bed and rolls over onto his stomach, smiling into his pillow.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …”
Steve has a good voice for singing, but he’s usually too self-conscious to sing outside of the shower. Which is a shame, because Billy loves listening to him.
“… happy birthday dear Billy …”
The door to the bedroom is nudged open, and Steve appears in the doorway, holding a tray full of various items. His hair is sleep-mussed, and while he has pulled on a pair of sweatpants, he is still wearing his sleep-shirt.
He is the most beautiful thing Billy has ever seen.
“… happy birthday to you!”
Billy rolls onto his side and backs up a bit so Steve can put the tray down on the bed next to him, utterly incapable of keeping his smile off his face as Steve leans over to place a kiss on Billy’s nose.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
His face warming, Billy turns to inspect the plentiful breakfast in front of him. There is coffee and chocolate chip pancakes, fruit salad and an omelet, raspberry crumble pie and a glass of orange juice. There’s even a scoop of butter pecan ice cream in a bowl.
“You spoil me,” Billy half-protests, still smiling.
“You deserve it,” Steve says and steals a grape from the fruit salad. “And you only turn twenty-one once.“
“I’m gonna get fat.”
“If you do, I’ll still love you.”
Billy’s smile is so wide that it almost hurts. “Sap.”
Someone described the modern difference as such: Fear is knowing that a werewolf is hunting you. Terror is when you see it and it charges at you. Horror is realizing that your feet are stuck to the floor.
lust is
I’d like to thank the brave sniper that stopped that final comment
