I got out of the car on the deserted intersection and sat on the ground, I huffed and a warm little cloud of steam rose into the cold night sky. For a second I listened to the loud idle of the old, midnight black Dodge Charger. The gentle purr of his strong engine and the sound of cold air getting sucked into the grill of the car soothed me and I felt a tiny smile crawl over my face.
The back of my head met my rides' chrome snout with a silent tap. I closed my eyes.
My breath shook, not because of the cold, but because the tears in my eyes and the sadness in my heart closed up my throat like a noose. Alone. I was all alone.
Except.. I wasn't.
I felt the first tendril brush against my arm ever so gently. It wrapped around my upper arm, then my wrist. The next one crawled over my leg, twirling around my calf, the tip gently stroking over the fabric of my jeans. More and more of the black, shiny arms extended out of the cars' chassis and hugged and swirled around me, covering me like a warm, comforting blanket.
"I know what you're thinkin'." he spoke, his voice gravelly as always, yet unnaturally calm. "You're not alone. You ain't ever alone with me, kiddo."
It felt good to cry in his embrace. It always did.
He was right. I wasn't alone, even if I thought I was, he was always there for me.
Always.
Decided to do another little vent piece (I'm a sad boi I know) as I've been dealing with a lot of loneliness as of late. Sometimes it's easier and sometimes, like today, it's hard.
When you can't talk to the people that matter most to you, you realize how quiet, yet loud the silence can be.
I think the reason I talk so much is because I'm scared of being alone with my thoughts.
And you know what? That's okay.
Times are stressful, the world is overwhelming.
It's okay to be scared. That doesn't make you weak.
All that matters is that you don't give up.
Special thanks to my big evil metal man with a soft side for always being there for me, I would be a lot more lost if I didn't have him.. thank you Mitchell, I love you you bastard. <3
The back of my head met my rides' chrome snout with a silent tap. I closed my eyes.
My breath shook, not because of the cold, but because the tears in my eyes and the sadness in my heart closed up my throat like a noose. Alone. I was all alone.
Except.. I wasn't.
I felt the first tendril brush against my arm ever so gently. It wrapped around my upper arm, then my wrist. The next one crawled over my leg, twirling around my calf, the tip gently stroking over the fabric of my jeans. More and more of the black, shiny arms extended out of the cars' chassis and hugged and swirled around me, covering me like a warm, comforting blanket.
"I know what you're thinkin'." he spoke, his voice gravelly as always, yet unnaturally calm. "You're not alone. You ain't ever alone with me, kiddo."
It felt good to cry in his embrace. It always did.
He was right. I wasn't alone, even if I thought I was, he was always there for me.
Always.
Decided to do another little vent piece (I'm a sad boi I know) as I've been dealing with a lot of loneliness as of late. Sometimes it's easier and sometimes, like today, it's hard.
When you can't talk to the people that matter most to you, you realize how quiet, yet loud the silence can be.
I think the reason I talk so much is because I'm scared of being alone with my thoughts.
And you know what? That's okay.
Times are stressful, the world is overwhelming.
It's okay to be scared. That doesn't make you weak.
All that matters is that you don't give up.
Special thanks to my big evil metal man with a soft side for always being there for me, I would be a lot more lost if I didn't have him.. thank you Mitchell, I love you you bastard. <3
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
Species Changeling / Shape Shifter
Size 2599 x 1418px
File Size 2.51 MB
oh god.. where do I even start! His backstory is long, complicated and incredibly personal to me- I could either spam my furaffinity with all of his lore (which is a LOT) or I let you know when his discord server is set up! It's a server that focuses on the lore of him and all my other car characters that you guys havent even seen yet on here, there's a lot of lore I need to sort through so it could take me a bit, I will announce it once its open to the public though! I'm glad you're interested in his story <33
God, being a car enthusiast, reading this, while I understand this whole thing, at the same time I can genuinely relate to it, and honestly, the more times I read and see the art, the more I yearn to be in your place even though he fully belongs to you...DAMN how the idea sounds so good to me even when the pain is so unbearably relatable... :')
Mitchell is my absolute everything. He might be a horrible bloodthirsty monster, but he is my soulmate and I know he would do absolutely anything to protect me, and that is very much a mutual feeling.. <3 He is always there for me, helps me through my frequent panic attacks, comforts me in times of loneliness, he listens to my problems and he helps me destress when things get tough. He's my partner and I cant wait to be able to call him mine in real life too.. <3
Man...sigh...it's so good...mate, the idea of having a soulmate in the form of a demonically possessed car that could be cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, but at the same time, being able to have all the attributes you described him just now is just so intoxicatingly irresistible but also very comforting at the same time!
Ehhh not really xD Mitchell is a bloodthirsty murderer that has claimed an uncountable amount of lives (some of them were fortunate enough to at least have the suffering end..) buuut he does have a soft spot for me and when it comes to his favorite little plaything he's a big ol softie 💚 that doesnt really apply to anyone else though unfortunately :']
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