#furious

Sesame Street (1969-Present)

Kiki

Kiki fanart for @furiousart1

Furious and hiccup the second

Like, think about it from the perspective of Furious. You're this ancient, agonized creature. You loved a human once, but you've outlived your love for him, by so many aeons that you can barely even remember what he looked like—all you remember is his name and that you did love him. But not anymore. Because you've lived so long and been in chains so long and stewed in your rage so long that you're too broken to feel anything soft anymore. All you can do is rage and rampage and shape the world with your fury, and you have enormous impact because you have exactly that much power. You're so powerful and majestic that even the most terrifying dragons cower before the uncontrollable wildfire of your hate. You are ultimate, and everyone knows. You're this massive creature, older than time, who's seen centuries of abuse and pain and loneliness and grief and born it all, understood it all, you're the size and age of a mountain, you are grand and great and terrible, you're colossal, gargantuan, you're cosmic—

And you have to reckon with this tiny newborn child. This little infant who can't comprehend what you've lived through and can't comprehend how long you've lasted and what you've lasted through. He's microscopic compared to your size and age and wisdom, he's so tiny and insignificant and young and foolish that he should have no impact on you whatsoever, you should be able to crush him under your feet, he should be as significant as an insect, as dangerous as a mouse, as powerful as a mote of dust, because he knows nothing and he's seen nothing and he is nothing—

But this tiny little human being that only just entered the world, so small and young and meaningless you shouldn't even know his name, has the capacity to tear apart your entire universe.

To: Boy-who-has-a-name-that-I-love