Fangorna (Jess)

18+ stories| Poetry |Taurus ♉️| 32 yrs | Enjoy my fandom creations and my photography work @ Fangorn Travels photography and crafts.

[eashmo]

-Teeth-

There is something animal about the way I want you.

Not romance.

Not softness.

Something darker.

The kind of hunger that lives at the bottom of the throat, a relentless ache that gnaws and consumes, evokes insatiable desire in me.

sharp and growling and endless.

I want to bite into the silence between us.

I want to drag your name through my bloodstream.

until it becomes indistinguishable from sin.

If loving you makes me monstrous, then let my teeth sharpen.

Maybe that is what terrifies me most— How quickly desire becomes violence, an obsession that threatens to consume.

You make me feel feral.

Like I was never meant for soft things.

Like somewhere beneath my skin, there is a creature pacing endlessly, starving for the sound of your breathing and whimpers close enough to ruin me.

I imagine your hands around my throat sometimes— not cruel, not kind either, just enough pressure to remind me that my body is still capable of wanting something this badly.

Because wanting you is not gentle.

It is claws scraping against locked doors.

It is blood beneath fingernails.

It is waking up at 3 a.m.

With your name lodged between my teeth like a curse I cannot spit out.

I think I would consume you.

If given the chance, you would let me consume our souls.

I would memorize every hidden sorrow in you.

Every fracture.

Every secret loneliness.

I would crawl inside your mind.

and make a home there permanently.

That is the ugly truth of obsession: it does not want love; it seeks to own, to hold tight, to claim what is not ours.

It does not want love.

It craves ownership.

And God, I want you in ways that feel unbiblical.

Ancient.

Punishable.

The kind of desire that would have gotten people burned alive.

centuries ago.

Maybe that is why I romanticize destruction so much.

Because every time I imagine you touching me, I do not picture softness.

I picture surrender.

The complete unraveling of everything human in me.

I want to look at you. the true you.

I long to gaze upon you and lose all sense of myself. I want your voice to be the sole melody in my life. My body reacts with instinct, quaking with a need so powerful it feels primal, an insatiable desire to be entirely enveloped by you. I yearn to crave you with an intensity that surpasses everything.

I want your voice to become the only thing.

My body obeys instinctively, trembling with a need so fierce it feels like a primal force, an uncontrollable urge to be consumed.

I want to ache for you so intensely. 

It borders on worship.

And if that makes me monstrous, then let me become completely monstrous. Let my ribs crack open around your memory.

Let my heartbeat grow fangs.

Let this hunger sharpen itself.

until there is nothing left of me except devotion with blood in its mouth.

-Fangorna 2026

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My feminine urge to make Song Mingi whimper while on his knees before me is catastrophic. Mingi is truly girl dinner to my dominant brat vibes.

[eashmo]

Just a girl with a few of her ultimates ✌🏻

I saw this as a challenge thing on here or somewhere. idk I just remember seeing it. Anyway, these are my babies. What does tell you of what type of woman I am? What does it mean for liking them?

Analyze me. I'm curious, honestly.

[mingislildevil]

I just let out a whimper

[eashmo]

Getting bombarded by mingi on my fyp is definitely on my 2026 bingo card 🥵🫠

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[plagued-roses]

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

[thaumbody]

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Always reblog the potato.

[scary-noodlesblog]

Please potato

[jadyn2303]

look i have a dentist appointment tomorrow and currently i’m depressed can we please like be good luck for me potato.

[fatecantstopme]

A magic potato? Why the hell not.

[eashmo]

-When Winter entered the valley-

Winter arrived without warning, its sudden presence awakening a sense of awe and reverence for nature's silent power.

One evening, the valley was copper and gold, maple leaves spinning lazily through warm air, the scent of chimney smoke drifting softly between houses—and by dawn, the world had vanished beneath snow, revealing winter's quiet sanctity.

The mountains rose white and silent against the sky, their jagged shoulders wrapped in storm clouds, emphasizing winter's stark and solemn beauty.

Frozen rivers gleamed like cracked mirrors through the forest, and every pine branch bowed beneath the weight of ice.

Even sound itself seemed buried.

No birdsong.

No rushing streams.

Only the slow breath of wind moving through empty fields.

I walked the old trail beyond the lake at sunrise.

Snow crunched beneath my boots with the brittle sound of breaking bone.

My breath unraveled before me in pale ribbons, disappearing into air sharp enough to cut, like fragile whispers of winter's silent voice.

Fox tracks stitched delicate patterns across untouched drifts, leading toward woods dark as forgotten cathedrals.

The forest stood motionless.

Icicles hung from branches like crystal knives.

Frost crept over bark in silver veins.

And somewhere deep among the trees, a wolf howled— low, lonely, endless.

The sound traveled through the valley like grief searching for a home.

Clouds thickened overhead by afternoon, heavy with more snow.

The sky turned the color of ash.

Wind swept across the frozen lake in violent bursts, lifting spirals of ice into the air.

Then the storm came.

Snow fell sideways through the mountains, erasing roads, fences, and footprints.

Entire hills disappeared behind curtains of white.

The world narrowed to cold and movement— branches thrashing in the gale, shutters banging against cabins, trees groaning under the strain of ice.

But night brought stillness again.

Moonlight spilled across the valley in blue silver, making every rooftop and hillside glow.

The snow reflected the stars so brightly it seemed the earth itself had begun to shine.

I stood there for a long time beside the frozen lake, watching northern winds ripple through the pines, watching my reflection tremble beneath the ice.

And I understood then why winter feels holy to some people— because it strips the world bare, leaves only bone and silence, and somehow still finds a way to make everything beautiful, inviting us to contemplate the quiet strength in stillness.

-Fangorna 2026 (revised from 2010)

[eashmo]

-Midnight Creature-

By day, I pretend this longing is survivable.

But after midnight, you return to me.

In reflections.

In shadows.

In the cold side of the bed where your body has never been, yet somehow still feels missing.

You haunt me tenderly.

Like a ghost that strokes my face before ruining my life.

And the worst part is this—I think some part of me wants to be haunted by you.

Because absence has become the closest thing I have to intimacy.

So, every night, I leave the windows open for your memory to crawl through.

And it always does.

You arrive in quiet ways first.

In the flicker of streetlights against my ceiling.

In the sound of distant thunder.

In the sudden feeling that someone is standing behind me in the darkest of corners, when I know the room is empty.

Then, slowly, you settle into everything, haunting my space until I cannot distinguish your absence from your presence.

Into my sheets.

Into my bloodstream.

Into the dark spaces beneath my thoughts where obsession grows teeth and calls itself love.

After midnight, I stop pretending I can survive you.

I let myself ache openly.

I imagine your shadow crossing my bedroom walls.

Your fingers ghost down my spine, gripping the curves of my body.

slow enough to feel cruel.

Your mouth near my ear, whispering things that would ruin me permanently if I ever heard them aloud.

And maybe you are not real here—not truly—but longing has a way of making hallucinations feel holy.

You are a burning haven that I wish not to be saved from.

I swear, sometimes I can feel the weight of you beside me.

The mattress dipping slightly.

Warmth spreading through the dark.

The unbearable illusion of finally being wanted back.

It destroys me every time.

Because dawn always comes eventually.

cold and unforgiving, dragging reality in by the throat.

And suddenly I am alone again.

Only the echo of you remains— lingering in the corners of my room like cigarette smoke after a fire.

Still, night after night, I wait for your ghost to return.

Not because it comforts me.

Not because it is kind.

But because being haunted by you feels better than never being touched by you at all.

-Fangorna 2026 (revised from 2014)

[eashmo]

You came into my life like a storm I didn’t prepare for— sudden, reckless, impossible to ignore.

I told myself I would never need anyone that deeply again, that my heart had already learned how dangerous love could be.

Then you smiled at me, and every wall I built started collapsing quietly.

Now all I want is to see you.

Even when I know you hold pieces of me without realizing how sharp they are.

Even when your love feels transparent sometimes, like something I can almost touch before it disappears through my hands.

I tell myself I should leave.

I rehearse the goodbye over and over in my mind.

But the truth is— every road I take still bends back toward you.

Because I cannot stand the emptiness of sleeping alone.

So when the night grows heavy, and the city falls silent, I reach for my phone before pride can stop me.

And somehow, without fail, I find myself driving toward you in the middle of the night.

The streets blur beneath me, streetlights melting into gold rivers against the windshield, while your name echoes in my chest like a heartbeat I cannot outrun.

I can never wait for morning.

Morning feels too far away when all I want is the warmth of your hands pulling me close again.

And there you are— standing beneath neon lights with tired eyes and a smile that ruins me instantly.

We kiss inside the car while the world sleeps around us, windows fogging with shared breaths, time slowing down just enough for me to believe nothing outside of us exists.

In those moments, you have me completely.

Not because you asked for my heart, but because it surrendered on its own.

Do you remember those nights we disappeared together? Cheap motel rooms, back roads with no destination, laughing too loud because we thought secrecy could make love last longer.

We drove through sleeping towns with music low in the background,

Your hand tangled in mine, as if letting go was never an option.

I still think about our first kiss.

How nervous silence turned into electricity.

How your lips found mine like they already knew me.

How afterward, nothing in my life felt the same again.

And maybe that’s the problem.

Because even when you hurt me, even when doubt creeps in quietly between midnight conversations, I cannot stop loving you.

You stay in my thoughts like a song stuck beneath my skin.

Everywhere I go, I carry traces of you— in the empty passenger seat, in old receipts stuffed into jacket pockets, in songs that suddenly sound like memories instead of music.

I wonder if you know how much power you hold over me.

How one call from you can pull me out of despair.

How one touch can silence every fear in my chest.

How your voice at 2 a.m. feels like home, even after all the complicated things we’ve put each other through.

Maybe love was never supposed to be clean or easy.

Maybe real love looks like this— messy, desperate, beautiful, two souls colliding repeatedly despite knowing the damage they could cause.

Still, if you called tonight, I would come running again.

No hesitation.

No second thoughts.

I would drive through every empty street just to see your face beneath the moonlight, just to feel your heartbeat close enough to remind me I’m alive.

Because somehow, through every mistake, every sleepless night,

Every almost goodbye, you still have me.

-Fangorna 2026

Poem words influenced by 'In The Middle Of The Night" by Monsta X, inspired me to write from the listener's "point of view".

[eashmo]

They don’t know us. They don’t know the language our hearts learned in silence or how your voice can calm the sea inside me when the waves grow violent.

They hear rumors,half-finished stories, and echoes carried by strangers who were never close enough to understand what we are.

But love like ours was never meant to be explained to people standing outside the storm.

Because they don’t see you the way I do.

They don’t see how your eyes soften or how your laughter fills every empty corner of the room until loneliness has nowhere left to hide.

They don’t know how your hand reaches for mine without thinking, like my soul became familiar with yours long before we ever met.

They don’t know how many nights your voice carried me home when my mind was heavy with thunder, how every word from you felt like light spilling through broken windows.

They ask me what changed in me after loving you.

I tell them nothing—and everything.

The stars still rise, the seasons still turn, and the world still rushes past without stopping to breathe.

But now, I notice softness, I notice how the moon

lingers longer over the ocean, how rain against the roof sounds less like sorrow and more like a song.

I notice how life became gentler the moment you stepped into it.

People always want reasons.

They want love measured, named, explained, proven.

But how do I explain the feeling of peace that settles in my chest Every time I hear your name? How do I explain that your existence alone made the world feel survivable?

You are not perfection, Neither am I.

We are simply human—two imperfect hearts finding shelter in each other while the world keeps spinning too fast.

And maybe that’s what makes this real.

Not the grand gestures, not the stories people invent about us, not the noise surrounding our names.

But the quiet things.

The way you pull me closer when the night grows cold.

The way you listen, even when I can not find the right words. The way your presence turns ordinary moments into something sacred.

I could spend forever trying to describe your love and still fall short.

Because your love is not loud—It is steady, like a quiet anchor that makes me feel safe and grounded.

It is the lighthouse guiding me through dark water.

It is the warmth of sunrise after a sleepless night.

It is the calm after chaos, the stillness after the storm, the hand that never lets go, even when the tide is merciless.

They say people change.

Maybe they’re right.

Before you, I carried my heart like something fragile and temporary.

But you touched it gently, as if you already knew all the places it had been broken.

Somehow, without asking for anything in return, you taught me that love does not have to hurt to be real.

So let them wonder about us.

Let them speak in circles, trying to turn our love into something they can understand.

They will never know what it feels like to stand beside you while the whole world fades quietly.

They will never know how your smile can pull me back from despair or how your voice can calm the sea inside me with only a single word.

And maybe that’s okay.

Because some loves are too deep for explanation.

Some connections are too sacred for the world to touch.

And if the oceans rise, if the skies darken, if the world becomes heavy again, I will still find peace in the sound of your heartbeat beside mine.

Because after all the noise, after all the questions, after all the endless searching, the truest thing I have ever known is

you.  

-Fangorna 2026

This is yet another delulu love letter to Kim Taehyung. I have been writing love poems for him since 2013. I wish I could access my old computer to post them, but big oof lol. welp I'm a hopeless romantic, what can I say.

[eashmo]

I did a thing because of boredom. Please enjoy and feel free to use these for fanfic or moodboards. Just credit of course.

Photoshop their face onto the ai body (in case anyone is wondering the simple process)

Blending skin tone was a chaotic adventure 😂😅, but this is why I love editing photos. Need a photo editor? I got you 😉

Also, check out my actual photography at Fangorntravels.myportfolio.com

[tanukicait]

REMEMBER!

YOUR CREATIVE WORKS ARE NOT DEFINED BY ITS SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT!

LOVE YOUR ART AND WRITING FOR YOURSELF NOT OTHERS!

YOUR WORKS ARE VALID, DO IT FOR YOUR LOVE OF IT. I SEE YOU! YOU ARE AMAZING!

[eashmo]

I do love my art, but I also want to make it my living, which is not possible in this era. I've been trying to get my business started since 2020. So forgive me for giving up, and having to make something now feels like a chore.

Nobody likes whimsy anymore and it hurts.

I still vend at events, but all I get is complements. I wish complements paid the bills. I honestly wished that.

[eashmo]

-Whispers in the Shire-

Beneath the rolling hills of green, where daisies nod, and rivers gleam, I found you laughing in the sun, your hand brushing mine-an unspoken promise of closeness—and suddenly, the world was small enough to hold both of us.

We walk where foxgloves lean, past gardens bursting with thyme and rose, our whispers floating like smoke from cozy chimneys, soft as the first sip of tea in the morning.

Your eyes catch the sunlight like dew on cobblestones, and I think—if love can be simple,

this is it:

shared smiles across fences, stolen glances in the marketplace, quiet evenings under lantern-lit skies.

Even the wind seems kinder here, curling through the hedgerows, tugging at our laughter, and I can not remember a time when my heart did not ache to be this close to you.

In the Shire, love is not grand— It is a touch, a glance, a sigh-soft whispers in the quiet, gentle touches that linger, and the warmth of knowing you are near.

It grows quietly, steadily, like the sweetest of blooms, and in its gentle, unassuming way, it feels eternal.

-Fangorna 2026

[eashmo]

-Missing Someone Who Belongs to the stars-

He found me where the night stayed young, where dreams slipped loose from their seams.

A boy with laughter in his pockets, eyes full of sky and impossible things.

He held my hand like a promise.

He didn’t know how to keep, pulled me into the dark, and taught me how to fly by believing harder than fear.

We danced with the stars, laughed at the rules of gravity, and for a while, I forgot the weight of tomorrow, Forgot that time was waiting with its patient teeth.

But loving him was loving the wind—warm, thrilling, untamed.

He kissed my cheek and ran ahead, always chasing the next adventure, never looking back long enough to see my heart reaching after him.

He never grew older.

I did.

And still, some nights, when the world feels too heavy, I look to the second star and swear I hear his laugh, bright and careless, calling me back to the sky.

I loved a boy who belonged to forever.

And maybe that’s why I learned how to let go—

while keeping the magic tucked safely in my chest.

-Fangorna 2026

[eashmo]

-In Every Season, there is You-

It is spring first—soft with promise, glances budding like green shoots, hands almost touching, hope trembling in the thawed air.

Then summer comes in golden waves, long days of laughter and heat, skin warmed by nearness, hearts bold and open, believing the sun will never set.

Autumn follows quietly, leaves turning the color of memory, love deepening, not fading—learning the weight of silence, The beauty of holding on As the world begins to cool.

And winter— not empty, not cruel, but hushed and sacred.

Two souls drawing closer for warmth, finding fire in shared breath, knowing now that love survives the cold.

And when spring returns, It is not the same love as before— It is wiser, rooted deeper, ready to bloom again.

-Fangorna 2025

[eashmo]

-Lovers in the Shadows-

The monster waits where the moonlight shivers, its eyes twin coals burning through the mist.

Claws scrape stone, fangs glint like silver promises, and I am drawn—helpless, craving, alive.

It is not only terror I feel, but a fire that curls around my ribs, tightens at my pulse, a hunger that mirrors my own.

Its breath is heat against my skin, Its shadow is a hand I can not resist.

We dance in the dark, predator and prey, but the lines blur— my lips meet teeth, my fingers trace fur and sinew, and the danger becomes exquisite, a sweet torment that burns in the marrow.

Every roar is a caress, every growl a promise I can not name, and I surrender willingly, finding love in the wild, lust in the lethal, and passion where no light dares linger.

We are the forbidden, the impossible, the fire that the world fears— yet here, in the hush of shadow, We are alive, We are eternal, We are monsters and lovers intertwined.

-Fangorn 2025

[eashmo]

-Armor of Desire-

I trace your shadow through the halls, a silent ghost in armor, and my pulse answers yours before words can claim it.

Every step you take echoes against the stones of this palace, and I ache for the brush of your fingers against the curve of my wrist, the heat of your breath on the hollow of my neck.

We are prisoners of law and title, Yet desire knows no crown, no walls, no watchful eyes.

It seeps between us, a dark and delicious tide, pulling me closer even as reason screams to stay away.

In my dreams, I surrender:

your lips on mine, your hands claiming what the world forbids, the press of your body fitting mine perfectly as if made for sin.

I hunger for the forbidden, for the nights that can not be named, for the weight of your gaze that sets fire to my blood and leaves me trembling With want.

I can not speak aloud.

Even in daylight, I feel you, in the sway of your cloak, in the ghost of your scent, in the impossible brush that makes my knees weak, and my heart is a traitor.

Oh, my knight, how cruel it is to burn for you without freedom, to taste this longing only in shadows, to know the sweetness of sin and yet live in chains.

But I would burn a thousand worlds if it meant one stolen night with you, one whispered surrender where the crown falls and only we remain— two hearts blazing in the dark, boundless, forbidden, alive.

-Fangorna 2025

[eashmo]

- Across the Void of Desire-

I love you across the universe, where galaxies spin like our hearts, and starlight bends toward your presence even in the dark.

I ache for you in constellations, in the quiet pull of planets that circle endlessly, as if tracing the shape of you through the void.

Your absence is the black between stars, a soft, infinite hunger that draws me deeper into the gravity of you.

We are eternal in this orbit, two souls tethered by unseen threads, moving through time and space, haunted by the stretch of forever and the thrill of impossibility.

I crave you in the silence of moons, in the glow of distant suns, in the cosmic ache of knowing that even the universe cannot contain the weight of this love.

And still, I remain, drifting through the dark, a willing voyager in the infinite expanse of you, in the endless, haunting romance that carries across galaxies and calls me home.

-Fangorna 2025