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kythed · 4 years ago

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circus mirrors & stereo hearts

sugawara koushi x reader

this one goes out to my new friend, @twat-101 :) it’s a bit long, but I hope you still like it ! sending lotsa love your way <3

synopsis: (y/n) is struggling with her mental health so her best friend suga-san invites her over to study. general chaos and dumbassery ensues.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, suga’s tone deaf singing.

word count: 4,226

Koushi always kept his windows open. Always.

In the winter, this transformed his room into a tiny Antarctica, replete with stray snowflakes, but in the summer, it meant cool tradewinds cutting through the typically stifling heat, creating a little pocket of the ideal climate. You often found yourself there in these warmer months, perched on the corner of his bed, contently listening to him blithely gossip about his teammates or playing a giggly game of Connect Four rife with not so subtle cheating.

Today, a sunny August Saturday, was no different. Koushi sat cross legged on the carpet. Sprawled out across his pale blue comforter, which smelled of fresh linen and that familiar Old Spice he’d been wearing since the eighth grade, you listened to him recite a chapter from your history book, something about post World War II foreign policy. Struggling to remain attentive, however, you found yourself spiraling into those cheerless resignations of hopelessness that had been far too frequent for you lately.

“--which resulted in Europe’s economic recovery chiefly in terms of raw materials, food, and fuel. The Soviet Union soon attempted to replicate a similar plan but ultimately-- hey, (Y/N)?”

You blinked hard and sunk back into reality, turning onto your cheek to look Koushi in his big brown eyes full of rather matronly concern. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what we’re learning about right now?” he asked, sounding both amused and disapproving. A strand of grey fell in front of his face and he quickly blew it away, smiling slightly. “Because it seems like you’ve been zoning out for the last ten or so minutes. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but Mr. Shishido specifically said this chapter was going to be on the test.”

“Uh… something about muzzer Roosia?” you joked with an exaggerated accent.

Koushi rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead. You yelped and glared at him reproachfully. “We were talking about the Marshall Plan. The United States’ recovery aid program for Western Europe after wartime devastation.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” you protested as Koushi tugged on your forearms and you toppled off the bed, nearly landing right on top of him. With a soft laugh, he extracted his limbs from yours and plopped his head into your lap like he used to when you were kids, resting beneath the boughs of that little oak tree in his backyard, listening to a choir of cicadas croon under a late afternoon sun. The ghost of a grin flitted over your face as you looked back on those halcyon days of your childhood. Usually Koushi’s mom would come out onto the porch with a couple of already-melting lemon popsicles in hand, and the two of you would scramble out of each other’s embrace and tear towards her, breathlessly racing for a priceless reward of sweet smiles and sticky hands.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to that time of gleeful oblivion, before your world became characterized by that all too persistent self-consciousness and excruciating anxiety. What you wouldn’t give to once again feel worthy of Koushi’s innocent adoration…

“--(Y/N)!”

For the second time today, you shook yourself awake. Koushi gazed up at you, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you needed to take a little study break. Obviously, you do. I swear, your attention span gets shorter every day.” He pointed somewhere behind you. “Mind grabbing my phone? It’s on the bed.”

You leaned over as far as you could without disturbing Koushi’s position, head still nestled in your lap, and swept your hand over the covers before it bumped into his phone, which you promptly snatched and dropped onto his stomach. He gave a soft “oomph” at the impact before pulling up his Spotify and selecting a playlist, the cover of which was a selfie of the two of you at last year’s spring carnival. A blurred sakura tree provided the perfect backdrop for your smiling faces pressed cheek-to-cheek to fit in the frame. Sugar dusted the corners of Koushi’s mouth, the last trace of the powdered donut you’d shared right before.

“What’s that? I don’t think I’ve listened to that one before.” You reached for the phone, but Koushi held it out just out of reach as music began to play, batting your hand away. “I look awful in that picture; you could’ve chosen something a little more flattering.”

“Oh, shush. You looked pretty that day, wearing that blue sundress with the little flowers on the hem… blue really suits you, you know.” Koushi smiled fondly at his screen, and you blushed despite yourself. “It’s a compilation of all our songs. I listened to this a lot last summer when you were in France with your family for a month. Whenever I missed you. You were off climbing the Eiffel Tower or making croissants and I was lounging around here, bored out of my mind and wishing you were home so we could be bored together.”

“You sappy bastard,” you said, though you really felt quite touched. “I didn’t even realize we had a song.”

“Not just a song,” he corrected. “Songs. Plural. Most of the songs we’ve ever listened to together, I reckon. Anything that reminds me of you, I put on here.”

“Why in the world would you do that?” you asked, aghast at his effort.

Koushi laughed at your surprise. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N). And believe or not, you mean a lot to me. I just like remembering the stuff we’ve done together.”

You nodded slowly, letting your fingers rest on his forehead and gently play with his grey locks. His eyes closed as you settled into a brief, comfortable almost-silence, tainted only by the soft, muffled melody trickling from tiny phone speakers. You cocked your head. “What song is this?”

“You don’t remember?” Koushi asked, sounding almost offended. He turned the volume up a few notches and held the phone closer to your ear.

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

“I don’t know if--” you cut off as it dawned on you. “Wait… no way. This isn’t…?”

“It is.” Koushi laughed as your face flushed a vivid crimson. “Uchimura’s party.”

Though embarrassed, you grinned, remembering that night. “The song that played at her twelfth birthday while we were in the closet during seven minutes in heaven.”

“We were way too young for that dumb game,” Koushi said with a smile, shaking his head. “God, I was so nervous. That was my first kiss, you know.”

“It was mine too,” you admitted. You remembered sitting on the carpeted floor of Uchimura’s rather cramped closet, knees touching, just barely able to see the outline of Koushi’s face illuminated by the smallest sliver of light shining through a crack in the door. He’d leaned forward, taking your hand in his own small clammy one. “It was really just a peck, though. It might not have counted.”

“It counted,” said Koushi firmly. “Whenever I get asked about my first kiss, I say it was ours. I say it was the best one I’ve ever had, too.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Now, I know that’s a lie. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”

“Neither did I,” agreed Koushi. He caught your eye, crinkling his nose cutely. “That’s what made it so sweet. It was innocent. I tasted your bubblegum chapstick on my lips afterwards.”

“Bubblegum chapstick, huh?” You rolled your eyes and poked him softly in the ribs. “I couldn’t look you straight in the eyes for like three weeks after that.”

“I remember. You kept running away whenever I tried to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not sure we would’ve even stayed friends if Ms. Miyato hadn’t partnered us up for the volcano project at the end of that month.” You recalled those afternoons spent in Koushi’s kitchen, newspapers covering every visible surface and a huge, paper-mache volcano resting on the dining table, splattered with orange and yellow paint and smelling strongly of Elmer’s glue and vinegar. Oftentimes, work sessions would dissolve into paint fights, staining your school uniforms with small, colorful hand prints.

“Nah,” said Koushi confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you go that easily.”

“Maybe you should’ve,” you said under your breath.

Koushi stared at you for a second, sighing. Then he reached up to grasp your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and softly stroking his thumb across your palm. “You know, it was Uchimura’s eighteenth last weekend. You didn’t come.”

“Yeah. I had to study.” That was a lie. You just hadn’t thought anyone really wanted you there. Uchimura had been a friend of yours for years, but she had plenty of other friends to celebrate with. Probably didn’t even notice you weren’t there…

“She asked me where you were,” Koushi continued. “I said I didn’t know because you didn’t answer my texts that night.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact. “Studying.”

“On a Friday night?” You didn’t answer, and Koushi squeezed your hand. “I had to choose Daichi for my charades partner… do you have any idea how shit he is at charades? He flopped on the ground and started convulsing, so I guessed ‘epilepsy.’ Guess what the word really was.”

“What?”

“Orgasm. The word was orgasm. You’d think he could just execute a simple pelvic thrust and make a face, but no, he had to go ahead and act like my great uncle Kaito when he had that heart attack at his ninety-fifth birthday last year.”

You cracked a small smile, imagining Daichi violently wiggling on the floor like a fish out of water. “Sounds like I missed out, then.”

“You really did,” said Koushi, eyes twinkling. He suddenly got solemn. “I missed you. Would’ve been a million times more fun with you there.”

“I doubt it.” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, smile fading. “I can be a real killjoy sometimes.”

“Not to me,” said Koushi. “Whenever you walk into the room, suddenly that’s the only room I wanna be in.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly. “Koushi… why are you telling me this?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply. He took your hand again, the one that had been playing with his hair, and held it to his chest. You felt his heart beat erratically beneath your palm. “You’ve been avoiding all our friends in general.”

“That’s not true,” you protested, though your heart sank. He had noticed. You wished you didn’t have to drag him into all your problems. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy with what, (Y/N)? Homework? Our physics teacher came and talked to me at my locker after school, asking if you’ve been struggling with any personal issues, because apparently you haven’t been turning in your assignments.” Koushi glanced up at you. “It seems like you’ve just been locked away in your room whenever you’re not in class. Not doing work, not going out. Remember a couple weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to go see that movie with me at the drive-in? You said you had a family dinner in town, but later I passed by on my bike and your bedroom light was on. And today, it took four separate phone calls before you finally picked up and I managed to invite you over… I’ve been worried.”

“Maybe I’m just changing,” you protested weakly. “That’s a thing that happens. People change.”

“I agree, you have been changing. Just not for the better.” Koushi squeezed your hand again, his skin warm on your own. “I haven’t seen you smile, really smile, for ages. You’re always faking these days. What’s going on?”

“I…” you trailed off, trying to think of some excuse. The last thing you wanted was for Koushi to see what was really going on inside your head.

“The truth, (Y/N).”

You relented, shoulders sagging. “Just been tired, I guess.”

“Tired of what?”

“Tired of…” Your eyes grew moist despite your best efforts and you fought to keep from choking on the sob rising up your throat.

“Tired of…?” he pressed on, eyebrow raised.

Your next words tumbled out in a rush. “Just tired of being me, okay? It’s like… it’s just like, whenever I look in the mirror… I don’t like what I see. I don’t like myself, so I don’t want to be me anymore. I’m so tired of it. And I feel like everyone else is, too. Everyone is tired of my shit, so I thought I’d just do you all a favor and disappear.”

Your words stunned Koushi into silence. He remained resting in your lap for a few long seconds before he felt something hot and wet roll down his cheek. A tear. But not his own.

He looked up just in time for another one of your tears to land on his face, right underneath his eye. Quickly, he sat up and tenderly cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, (Y/N)... c’mere. That’s such bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccupped as he pulled you into his lap by your waist-- facing him-- and gingerly tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s gross, I know.”

“It’s not gross,” said Koushi, fiercely hugging you to his chest. “It’s much better than watching you try to pretend like you’re fine. I don’t care if your snot gets on my shirt-- that’s a small price to pay. So long as I can be there for you right now.”

You cried harder, immense guilt racking your body at his inexplicable kindness. “I’ve been treating you terribly these past few months, but you’re still so good to me. Goddamnit, Koushi. I don’t deserve you.”

Koushi pulled you back by the shoulders, narrowed eyes searching your face, though tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “(Y/N). You don’t have to earn my love.”

“I-- love?” you asked, eyes wide. You snatched a tissue from Koushi’s bedside table and blew your nose loudly.

“Yeah,” he said firmly, without missing a beat. “I said it. I love you. And don’t ask if I mean in a friend way or a girlfriend way, because the answer is neither. I love you like you’re the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if that means as, like, your husband or just as your best friend. Whatever I can get, I’m happy with, because I love you like you’re a part of me. Unconditionally. I thought you knew that.”

“Please, don’t say that,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m really not.”

Koushi pulled your hands away so he could look you in the eye. “What don't you understand about the term ‘unconditional love’? It’s unconditional. There is literally nothing you nor anyone else can say or do to change that. Unconditional love is not a feeling, it’s a choice, and I’ve made that choice. I’ve had nearly two decades to think about it, so now I’m telling you I will love you no matter what. I always have, alright? This isn’t exactly how I wanted to say it, but it’s true.”

You stared at him, disbelieving. You hadn’t known he’d felt this way. Of course, you two had been partners-in-crime your entire lives, and you couldn’t count the number of times he’d materialized at your side as soon as you were in the slightest bit of trouble. Whenever you were a dollar short at the canteen, he’d stuff a five in your hand and push you towards the front of the line. That time you went camping with his family and you forgot your sleeping bag, he’d given you his and spent the night shivering. He always carried an extra pen for you because yours often inexplicably ran out of ink in the middle of a test. He’d been there for every crush, boyfriend, and breakup, cheering you on and drying your tears when the time came. He’d been there when your pet dog died and you planned a funeral in your backyard, complete with a little cardboard headstone, holding an umbrella above your head when it began to rain but you weren’t done mourning. He’d just always been there when you needed him.

You’d tried to be there for him, too, because, as you had begun to realize, his pain was your pain and vice versa. That time when you were six and he’d lost his favorite stuffed animal (a giraffe) it had felt like you’d lost yours too. That day in junior high when he fell out of the oak tree trying to retrieve a stray frisbee and broke his arm, you swore you felt the same pain in yours. Last year when he got dumped outside the gym on Valentine’s Day and you found him sitting in a corner, trying to hide the fact he’d obviously been crying-- you’d stayed late to crack stupid jokes and eat the chocolate he meant to give to his girlfriend, because he deserved a girl who would eat the damn chocolate. Not stomp on his heart and leave it to bleed. I love you like you’re a part of me. You understood.

“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, but it’s not okay to bundle it all up and bury it deep inside when you have someone right next to you wanting to help you bear that burden.” Koushi’s voice shook just slightly. “It just… it hurts to see you like this, okay? (Y/N), if you love me back, then let me help you. Let me be there for you. Please.”

You were silent for a moment, staring into his pleading eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

Then you took a deep breath and started laughing through the tears. You were sure you looked insane, puffy eyes, red nose, and mascara running down your cheeks, but it didn’t matter. “I do. I love you, too. I love you. I didn’t know I loved you before, but now I do, because if you were torn away from me that heartbreak would probably kill me. No, it would definitely kill me. And it would hurt like a motherfucker while it did.”

Koushi let out the breath he’d been holding then, after a brief pause, began to laugh with you as you laced your arms around the back of your neck. “Oh, yeah? Well, losing you would probably hurt like a father-fucker to me.”

“Is that worse than a motherfucker?” you asked, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Here you were, bawling on the floor of your best friend’s room while you confessed your love to one another and cussed each other out at the same time.

“For sure. It’s a million times worse than a motherfucker. It’s like, if something hurting like a motherfucker is the equivalent of getting shot by a Nerf gun, something hurting like a fatherfucker probably feels like getting run over by a tank.” Koushi intertwined his fingers with yours yet again and smiled.

“You’re a dumbass,” you said, but you laughed anyways as Koushi looked proud of himself.

“I know,” he said softly, affectionately. “But I’m your dumbass.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I’d love you to be. But you could still do so much better than me--”

“Will you stop saying that, already?” Koushi took your face in his hand, stroking his thumb right beneath your eye. “You’re the most radiant person I’ve ever met. Notice how I didn’t say ‘beautiful’ because the word beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. Although you are that, too.”

“Oh, goodness. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again-- you’re so sappy.”

Koushi rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I am. You like it though.”

“You caught me,” you said as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You leaned into it, savoring the warmth of his lips on your skin. “I do.”

“But really, (Y/N),” he said seriously. “It astounds me that you don’t realize that.”

“Don’t realize what?”

“That you’re cool! You’re so cool and fun and awesome. And a zillion other adjectives I could sit here and list out for hours. You’re the only person who can make me laugh when I cry, and you make the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted, and you’re a literal god at Mario Kart, and you’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever had the privilege to look into.” You flushed as Koushi thought for a moment, chewing on his lip before his eyes widened. “It’s kinda like a circus mirror, I think.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“The way you see yourself is like someone looking into one of those circus mirrors. It makes you look too tall, or really squished, or just bent out of shape in general. And if that was the only mirror you’d ever looked into, you’d probably think that ugly, distorted reflection is how you actually look in real life. You can’t see yourself for how amazing you really are-- but everyone else can.”

“Well, aren’t you just full of relevant analogies today?” you teased. A circus mirror. Now that was something new. You had to give Koushi credit for the comparison-- it actually did kind of make sense.

“What can I say?” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m a poet.”

“So I guess that would make you my real mirror then?” you offered shyly. Koushi looked confused for a second. “If the way I see myself is supposedly ‘distorted,’ then you can reflect to me how I supposedly really am.”

“Oh, yes!” he said happily. “I’m the mirror. I like that. Quit talking like you don’t believe me, though. You’re incredible. A little thick-skulled sometimes, yes, but incredible nonetheless.”

“It’s going to be hard for me,” you said quietly, gently running a hand through his hair. “Really hard. I haven’t liked myself for a long time.”

“I know. I know. But someday, you’ll be able to understand what a beautiful human being you are. I’m sure of it. I need you to promise you won’t give up until that happens.”

He held out his pinky for a pinky swear, something you two did frequently as children. You smiled and laced your pinky with his. “Alright. I promise.”

“Good.” Koushi stood up, brushed the wrinkles from his pants, and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. “Listen. Do you remember this song?”

His little playlist had been playing this entire time. You hadn’t noticed. You strained to catch the lyrics. “Turn it up a little, I can’t quite hear.”

...a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

“Koushi.” A slow smile spread across your face. “Tell me this isn’t Stereo Hearts.”

“Oh, this is Stereo Hearts alright!” he responded gleefully. He took your hand and spun you around like a ballroom dancer, catching you before you tripped over his bedside table. “You remember when we--”

“When we performed it at the junior high talent show and got booed off the stage?” You giggled, remembering that awful night that was somehow hilarious in retrospect. “I still have nightmares about that.”

Koushi continued to swing you around in some sort of clumsy dance, pulling you this way and that while you laughed wildly. “It’s ‘cause you were such a shit singer.”

You gasped in mock offense. “No way! You’re a much worse singer than I am. At least I can carry a tune.”

Koushi just rolled his eyes and grabbed a hairbrush from his shelf, using it like a microphone. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to serenade you in his terrible, tone-deaf manner.

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

“God, you really do suck at this,” you said, but he just smiled and kept singing. You had to admit, it was sweet. As silly as the memory associated with the song was, it remained a nostalgic favorite even now. You had to join in a few times, just for memory’s sake.

I only pray you never leave me behind

Because good music can be so hard to find

Koushi sat down next to you and wound one arm around your waist, leaning close.

I take your hand and pull it closer to mine

Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

You turned and leaned in too, nearly touching noses.

“Hey,” he said in an almost whisper. “(Y/N) (L/N), I love you.”

“Hey,” you whispered back, gaze flitting down to his lips and back up again. “I love you, too, you sappy bastard.”

...so sing along to my stereo

“I know.” He closed the remaining inch of distance. Your hand tangled itself in his hair while his tugged your body a little closer.

The kiss was almost as good as the one in Uchimura’s closet all those years ago. Almost.

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ezrinsprose-edda · 3 years ago

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The Sound of the Great Prose Edda

1. Erst was the age when nothing was: nor sand nor sea, nor chilling stream waves; Earth was not found, nor Ether-Heaven, -

A Yawning Gap, but grass was none (Sturluson 16).

What do you see? It is the endless black void, the absence of existence. In the beginning, there was the Yawning Void, otherwise known as the Ginnungagap in Old Norse. The song chosen for the start of the film is light and airy, yet empty as it has no lyrics. Only the sound of synth music and white noise fills your ears as you stare into the nothingness.

White Noiz - Akira Yamaoka

2. Out of the Ice-waves issued venom-drops, waxing until a giant was; Thence all our kindred come all together, -

So it is they are savage forever (Sturluson 18).

The foul race of Rime-Giants are born of venom and ice. Disdained by the gods, they are evil creatures. Now so powerful in their brute strength and numbers, their chaos will soon come to an end. The song chosen for the birth of the giants may sound as if it were from the perspective of the giants themselves as the chorus says, 'You see I cannot be forsaken because I am not the only one. We walk amongst you feeding, must we hide from everyone?' They gloat in their newfound power and use it to wreak havoc.

Forsaken - David Draiman

3. Untold ages ere earth was shapen, then was Bergelmir born; That first I recall -

How the famous wise giant on the deck of the ship was laid down (Sturluson 19).

The sons of the first man Borr slay Ymir the giant. Similar to the following song's title, Ymir's blood drowns the entire race of the Rime-Giants. The flood's only survivor is Begelmir, who boards a boat with his wife and continues the bloodline of the Rime-Giants. However, Ymir's violent death becomes the birth of a new universe. The following song's chorus is 'Bleed me an ocean, let me lie beneath the sky.' Just as Ymir lost his mortal form, his corpse becomes the foundation for the earth and heavens like the song's lyrics: 'I was sexless in clouds again, I was chasing a cold, cold wind. I've become bored with flesh and bone again.'

Bleed Me an Ocean - Acid Bath

4. Of Ymir's flesh, the earth was fashioned, of his sweat the sea; crags of his bones, trees of his hair -

And of his skull the sky (Sturluson 21).

The sons of Borr fashion Ymir's corpse into the earth, his skin into the land, and his skull into the heavens. As evil as the giant was in life, he still serves a purpose for the greater good in death. The earth and sky are now his monument, like in the following lyrics: 'Who felt entitled to hold a place on the earth as a grave for their remains. But no monument for me, please I am not one of them. I didn't need it in life, I won't need it in death. Kiss my ashes goodbye.' This song includes many shifts of tone and speed throughout its 11-minute runtime, from sullen and pessimistic to more hopeful. Ymir's downfall to the creation of the universe has similar tonal shifts.

Kiss My Ashes (Goodbye) - Woods of Ypres

5. How does he govern the course

Of the sun or of the moon? (Sturluson 23)

The children of Mundilfari, Mani and Sol (Moon and Sun) are put into the heavens by the gods. Though they may seem contradicting, they lead the sun and moon across the sky with their chariots. Mani determines the moon's waxing and waning. Sol bestows her warmth on the earth. However, the brother and sister hasten their pace and live in fear of the wolves who vow to seize them one day. On that day, it would mark the beginning of the end, the beginning of Ragnarok. The song chosen for the introduction of Mani and Sol is a tranquil acoustic song with a gentle rhythm that emulates the softness of the sun and moon's light. The artist speaks of the morning sun as a saving grace as well as the anxiety of feeling watched or followed for many years: 'I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun, my morning sun is the drug that brings me near to the childhood I lost replaced by fear.' There is a darker tonal shift later in the song that parallels the siblings' fear of the wolves and their impending doom: 'That's the price that we all pay, our valued destiny comes to nothing.'

True Faith - Lotte Kestner

6. The moon's taker in troll's likeness. He is filled with flesh of fey men. Reddens the gods' seats with ruddy blood-gouts;

Swart becomes sunshine in summers after (Sturluson 24).

The wolves who prey upon Sol and Mani are Skoll and Hati Hróðvitnisson. Skoll wishes to overpower Sol, and Hati runs after Mani. The wolves were born of an old troll-woman in the forest of Ironwood. The strongest of the wolf race is Moon-Hound, who vows to devour the moon and rain blood upon the heavens. On that day, the sun will lose her light and the roaring winds will be ceaseless. The following song focuses on the predatory pact between the cruel Skoll and Hati as they pursue Sol and Mani until the end of time: 'We fought the daylight, any battle, any war, the call for blood worth dying for. We prayed for twilight, side by side, we stood as pack.'

Where the Wild Wolves Have Gone - Powerwolf

7. The gods made a bridge from heaven and earth

Called Bifröst (Sturluson 24).

There is a bridge that connects heaven and earth called Bifröst. It is made of the strongest material of magical craftsmanship and is multi-colored like a rainbow. However, as seemingly indestructible as the bridge may be, it is destined to be destroyed by the sons of Múspell when they trample Bifröst with their devastating mighty horses. The following song focuses on the bridge's colorful build and the pathway into paradise: 'Take me to the sun, I feel I'm chasing rainbows. Now into your lonely paradise! Are we just dreaming in the city that never sleeps? 'Cause I can't be seeing what my eyes tell me.'

Chasing Rainbows - Bring Me the Horizon

8. What did Allfather then do

When Asgard was made? (Sturluson 25)

Asgard, or Ásgarðr in Old Norse, is the dwelling place of the Norse gods. Allfather allowed the gods to gather and hold counsel there. The town where they dwell is called Ida-field. The house they built is called Gladsheim, and it is entirely made of gold. The house of the goddesses is called Vingólf. In this land, all is made of gold. Here, the gods are seated in their thrones and grant judgement to all. The song chosen for the introduction of the renowned gods is the equally legendary song "Stairway to Heaven," where the lyrics speak of a beautiful place in the heavens where an alluring woman resides, resembling the beauty and light of a goddess. The lyrics say: 'There walks a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold.'

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

9. Then strode all the mighty to the seats of judgement, the gods most holy, and together held counsel -

Who should of dwarves shape the peoples (Sturluson 26).

After establishing their town and council, dwarves begin form underneath the earth like 'maggots in the flesh' (Sturluson 26). The gods decreed that the dwarves will be 'shaped in man's likeness.' From Ymir's flesh, the dwarves were created from maggots of the earth to intelligent humanlike beings. The dwarves now assist and build weapons for the gods, hailed for the brute strength and warrior skills. For the introduction of the mighty dwarves, the song chosen is a heavier rhythm with a faster pace and overpowering guitars and vocals. The following lyrics have to do with the dwarves' perspective of being given new life and owing their lives to the gods that pulled them from the earth as maggots, now in man's image: 'We are the new diabolic, we are the bitter bucolic. If I have to give my life, you can have it, we are the pulse of the maggots!'

Pulse of the Maggots - Slipknot

10. The Ash is greatest of all trees and best:

Its limbs spread out over all the world and stand above heaven (Sturluson 27).

Regarded as 'the holy place of the gods,' the Ash of Yggdrasil is the tree of life (Sturluson 27). Its roots reach different parts of the Nordic universe, such as the land of the Rime-Giants, Niflheim, and Æsir. The Ash is the origin of the universe's wisdom, knowledge, and life force. The following song has a gentle, hopeful tune with a fully orchestrated band and choir-like singing. The lyrics speak of knowing all of the past, present, and future and inner-workings of the world but being unable to change them: 'All the balances are clear. Now that our time is here. In our perfect present tense, through our wide rose tinted lens, when the words have all been spent, will we still have learnt it?'

Season Song - Blue States

11. All know I, Odin, where the eye thou hiddest,

In the wide-renowned well of Mímir (Sturluson 27).

It is fabled that underneath the root that leads to the land of the Rime-Giants is the legendary Mímir's Well. The well and its keeper Mímir hold the universe's wisdom and knowledge. The Norse god Odin craved this wisdom, but it would be given to him not without a sacrifice. He gave up his eye to drink from the well. It is a tale of forbidden wisdom. With all this newfound knowledge, Odin may have felt overwhelmed by this drastic change in his power: 'I watched a change in you. It's like you never had wings. Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change.'

Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones

12. He convulses so violently that the whole earth shakes – it is what is known as an earthquake.

He will lie bound there until Ragnarök (Sturluson).

The God of Mischief Loki is taken into a cave and tied underneath a large poisonous serpent for his crimes. The snake drips his venom onto Loki's face, causing the earthquakes whenever he writhes in pain. He will bound to the cave until the beginning of the Norse apocalypse Ragnarök. Ragnarök, or the 'Doom of the Gods' in Old Norse, is a series of battles that take place between demons, gods, and giants. This is the end of reign of the gods and the life of man on earth. Gods will die like mortals and the sky will vanish. With it, the sun and stars will be swallowed by darkness and the earth will plunge into the sea. From this destruction, will come a new age. A new earth will be born from the despair. The day that the wolves Skoll and Hati catch Mani and Sol will mark the beginning of Ragnarök. The blood of the sun and moon will stain the sky and the hungry wolves will rejoice in their killing. The final song that concludes this film is a haunting dark industrial melody with dooming lyrics. As if it were from the perspective of the wolves themselves as threatening towards Mani and Sol: 'You're still up in the air and loving your wings. What's gonna happen when you come down?'

Clown - Switchblade Symphony

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theunmappedstar · 5 years ago

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sophitz angst headcanons

angst/hurt/comfort headcanons for sophitz !

◦ sophie feels so bad whenever fitz drags her into the same bedroom as him. whether they’re spending the night at havenfield or everglen, reason being: she hates waking him up from her night terrors.

the nightmares are awful. no matter what she does, they don’t seem to go away, so she’s accepted them. but she hasn’t accepted the fact that other people are going to see her nightmare frenzies.

she kicks, cries, scratches -- anything and everything until her body violently jolts itself awake. she has to make a run for the bathroom before she vomits.

the first night that she fell asleep tangled with fitz, she’d completely forgotten about what happens every night, too lost in his warm embrace. but the moment her eyes fly open after another nightmare, she rips herself from his side and stumbles into his bathroom, nearly crashing into so many walls on her way because she’s still half asleep. where is she? where is she?

after she’s done wretching into the toilet everything trails back and she’s sobbing as arms envelope her from behind.

“i’m sorry,” she blubbers. it’s all she can say. over and over.

fitz stays with her on the tiles for as long as it takes so that her shaking subsides and her sobbing ceases. she droops back into his arms.

after taking a wash cloth and cleaning her off, he carries her back to bed. she feels flustered being fussed over, but when she tries to argue with him, he shushes her. he situates her in bed, dragging so many blankets over her until she’s warm and secure and nuzzling her face into a pillow. he hops back into bed next to her once he’s satisfied with her state, curling up against her, bodies pressed flush together.

distantly she feels their legs tangle, their foreheads press together, and as his hand meets hers, two rings clack against the silent night air.

she slept her best that night.

◦ for some reason looking at one another’s scars actually helps. it’s usually late at night when one of them softly requests to see the other’s scars. they’ll tug their shirt over their head while the other takes in the sight of the old wounds. they’re white and fading, some bumpy and some smooth. then they look at their face, hold their cheeks in their hands, place their hand over their heart - gentle reminders that they’re alive. they made it through. and they’re not going anywhere

◦ fitz knows his anger is bad. it’s terrible, but no matter what he tries, he can’t seem to get a grip on it. and he’s too ashamed to ask someone to help. he doesn’t even know if that kind of help exists. they’re elves, after all.

he loses it one time entirely, and that’s what snaps him in half.

sophie’s crying and raising her voice as their fight escalates, and then in the frenzy he’s screaming and jabbing his finger at her and she’s sobbing when he’s done. the fury fades from his eyes, the haze passes, and he realizes what he’s done.

after sophie turns on her heel and runs out, they take a long break. he doesn’t see her for so long that it physically hurts him. thoughts of her plague his mind night and day. but he doesn’t want to reach out - doesn’t want to reopen that wound.

but he wants to say he’s sorry so badly.

he keeps his respective distance for as long as he can bear.

until one night.

it’s so late, but he stumbles over to havenfield, half dizzy and very drowsy, as he’d just pulled himself out of bed. he knocks on the door for a few minutes, not all that surprised when no one answers. it’s so late, and he knows he should give up, but he needs her.

when the door opens just a crack, he sees the flash of blonde hair, and the way she cautiously peers out. she blinks, and for a second he expects her to slam the door in his face - god he deserves that - but she doesn’t.

she opens it lazily, allowing time to look him over. he does the same, and he can’t help it, but suddenly his chin is wobbling and he’s fighting back tears.

“fitz? what’s wrong? why are you here so late?”

he knows he doesn’t deserve it, but he steps forward, swallowing up the space between them as he wraps his arms around her. it’s amazing, how much he felt deprived of her. because her scent is wafting through the air, and her hair is soft against his cheek and chin, and he can feel her heartbeat and instantly he’s crying. all he can see is that awful look she last gave him, so much hurt and betrayal. he wonders if he’s fractured what trust they had left.

sophie’s confused, but she still hugs him back, drawing circles on his back while asking him what’s wrong.

“i don’t know what to do,” he finally admits. his voice is thick and he’s shaking. “i’m angry all the time and i don’t know what to do.”

“oh, fitz...”

“i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry.”

he wants help. but he feels so lost as to where to look for it.

◦ sophie’s not a stranger to panic attacks. and when she’s suddenly in the girl’s bathroom at foxfire, crying as she holds her head against her knees, word spreads fast.

fitz just wishes it spread faster as he bolts from his class, not caring that his mentor is yelling at him to get back in the classroom.

there’s a small crowd gathered outside, and fitz scowls at them as he passes by, but he’s distantly glad because he hears one kid saying they’re going to get elwin just in case.

fitz ignores everyone’s protests saying he can’t go into the bathroom as he shoves through them all and walks in anyway. sophie’s sunk to the floor, back against the wall, head buried in her hands.

“sophie,” he whispers, dropping to her side. he’s so glad that no one seems to have messed with her, but he hates the fact that he can hear the buzzing chatter from outside.

he takes her hands, set on pulling them from her head, and she tenses.

“look at me,” he beckons. “i’m right here.”

she does look up at him after a soft whine, and she’s shaking, body convulsing with her shudders. her eyes are wide and glazed, terror shooting through them. she whimpers.

“count to ten with me,” he says, holding her hands.

and they do. they count to ten slowly, in sync, beat by beat.

“again,” he says when they’ve stopped.

and he’s murmuring to her all the while. random things, all encouraging.

"you're doing great," "i’m right here with you," "you can do this," "i'm so proud of you," and "i know you're scared right now, but i will keep you safe."

then he tells her to point out something blue. something green. they work their way up to things like shapes, specific objects, until he can finally ask her what time it is.

she’s a little disoriented when it passes, sniffling and shivering. he kisses her forehead, nose, cheek, assuring her it’s fine. and he’s there.

◦ sophie and fitz like to lay in bed at night and just let sophie’s ipod shuffle through slow songs. one night ‘stand by me’ by ben. e king comes on shuffle and sophie shoots up in bed. she hasn’t heard that song in so long, but in that instant she’s taken back to when she was oh-so-young.

she used to have that as her alarm clock for so long. it would wake her up in the mornings for school, and she’d get so annoyed every time it went off and she awoke to that familiar beat. but she hasn’t listened to it in so long because it was her human dad who set that alarm up on her ipod in the first place, and she misses him.

before she knows it, she’s crumpled against fitz’s side, silent tears streaming down her face. he’s just holding her as the music swells, violins play in the background, and that man is softly singing.

her heart aches as he asks her what’s wrong, what can he do, what should he do.

but she can’t respond.

thank you so much for reading and please tell me if you enjoyed these !

#this doesn't mean anything but please know that i listened to 'can't help falling in love with you' by elvis presley while writing these #kotlc #sophitz #sophie foster #fitz vacker #headcanon #kotlc headcanon #kotlc headcanons #angst #hurt #comfort #hurt/comfort #fitzphie #sophitz headcanon #sophitz headcanons #headcanons #keeper of the lost cities

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voidsentprinces · 5 years ago

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Character Profile (Music Edition): Ira Amon Vicious

Jingo Jungle - Myth & Roid Coming up...　coming up... Ahh, eyes full of bloodlust. Faced with fresh prey, getting aroused... aroused... Not enough... not enough... We haven't taken enough lives to attain joy! We all honor the jingoes oh-oh-oh Indulge in your beastly desire! We are in the jungle oh-oh-oh Come, sharpen your fangs... and let's see who can kill more...

Super Beast - Rob Zombie Shriek the lips across a ragged tongue Convulsing together sing violently Move the jaw, cry aloud Bound up the dead triumphantly Ragged they come and the ragged they kill You pray so hard on bloody knees Ragged they come and the ragged they kill Down in the cool air I can see

Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria You could have been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the sorriest of favors

Rock It For Me - Caravan Palace "Bad boys" are not so picky They ride away and feel so happy To fight for girls they do adore Snorting like boars rolling on the floor With their leather jacket and their rocky voice They hit, fight, kick, wreak havoc and rejoice Nobody knows what they are looking for A kind of battle axe or maybe more

Faint - Linkin Park I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact That everyone can see these scars I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you To just believe this is real So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend I'm not But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

Seven Deadly Sins - Flogging Molly Anger kills the human soul With butter tales of lust While pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' On the legs they never trust Sail away where no ball and chain Can keep us from the roarin' waves Together undivided but forever we'll be free So sail away aboard our rig The moon is full and so are we We're seven drunken pirates We're the seven deadly sins

One Reason - Fade (Jonathon Young Cover) Slit the throat of reason and reality Cut myself and scream for their insanity Wake up to this nightmare that will never end The main attraction of this twisted master plan Trust nothing but pain to get me Through the daze Sleep with one eye open, not to be their prey Fist against my face they bring me to my knees The pressure's crushing down so hard I can't break free

Blue - The Birthday Massacre Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash You supply the rumours, and I'll provide the wrath Romance is breaking every heart in two Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue

Smoke on the Water - 2wei

Always Something - Cage the Elephant On your way back home again Good Samaritan You see a man stuck in the rain, stranded with no friends From the goodness of your heart, you saved him from the flood A couple miles down the road, he's covered in your blood It's always something before the late night Around the corner, there's always something waiting for you Can't hold their hands back, can't make the sun rise It's always something, you know it's always something

#{ wrath }#{ music }

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jack-trickster · 8 years ago

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Rules: Put your music on shuffle, name the first 9 songs and your favourite lyrics from each. Tag 9 people.

@lystring tagged me, and it has been a while since I shuffled!

Colour Revolt - 8 Years

8 years playing guitars together, playing bars, whatever, getting lost in bad weather having nearly lost the fun you turned up "Born To Run" writing long postcards to mothers with sons in the ER and I moved into the VR and somewhere, man in that passenger van has left you a curse 'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse Talking about smoking and the joys of pain he shit his pants, and champagne, and you brought an old professor over for Halloween who shoved a handgun down his pants and climbed a tree screaming "cunt", and shot his dick off and I can't decide which is worse 'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse

Archive - Bullets

Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man, have a look in my eyes

Underneath my skin there is violence, got a gun in its hand

Ready to make sense of anyone anything

Black holes living in the side of your face

Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky, blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty and I don?t know why

Personal responsibility

Personal response insanity

Jake Bugg - Simple Pleasures

You've been huntin' round for treasure Find it all in the simple pleasures I don't understand this life you lead Tryna be somebody else and Tryna be the one's who help Wanna find the one who helps you breathe

Maybe it's all a big mistake And you live on all you take From the lives that have always been close I've been roaming around for hours Singing all your songs of praise How on earth can I complain How in hell can I be safe From this sudden fear of change This sudden fear is strange

Tryna understand your ways You hide them with convulsive rage You tried to be the best you could be People finding the most pleasure All within the smallest treasures This don't seem possible to me

And maybe it's all that you've done wrong So just bite your silver tongue That you lied with, lied to yourself

The Antlers - Wake

With the door closed, shades drawn, the world shrinks. Let's open up those blinds. But someone has to sweep the floor, pick up her dirty clothes. That job's not mine. Now that everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks. Let's put away those claws. I don't blame them for their curtain calls because I pulled the rope. I wanna call them back out for applause. Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible. We hid in catacombs. So now I'm sleeping next to mousetraps, in a bed of all our clothes, while I hope that she won't come home. It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin, because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else, it's letting people in. Well, you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes. But this might take all night, to explain to you, I would have walked out those sliding doors, but the timing never seemed right. When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out, I put its rope around my neck. And after that, you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue - you knew just what to expect. Placebo - Battle For The Sun

Dream brother, my killer, my lover. Dream brother, my killer, my lover. I, I, I will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun. Cause I, I, I, have stared down the barrel of a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun. No fun, you, you, you, you, you are a cheap and nasty fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake. And I, I, I, I, I am the bones you couldn’t break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break!

Plain White T’s - Hey There Delilah

Hey there, Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it's my disguise I'm by your side

Hey there, Delilah I know times are getting hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good

A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah, I can promise you That by the time that we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame

Florence + The Machine - No Light, No Light

You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between What I thought and what I said You are the night time fear You are the morning when it's clear When it's over you're the start You're my head, you're my heart No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light No light Tell me what you want me to say Through the crowd, I was crying out And in your place there were a thousand other faces I was disappearing in plain sight Heaven help me, I need to make it right You want a revelation, You wanna get it right But it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight You want a revelation Some kind of resolution You want a revelation

From Indian Lakes - Anything

I took all of my pride and I shoved it in a box full of deadly sins and threw away the keys and if I don't get out of bed and try and see this sign I will waste away and never dream again Do we ever dream at all? If I take what I have am I holding onto anything at all? I have looked out to sea and seen that I don't see anything at all If I take what I have am I holding onto anything at all? I have looked out to sea and seen that I don't see anything at all I could say that I tried and wait to see if anyone would say that I'm a liar and cast me out alone I am always without her but where is she now? I can only search for answers outside Can my feet touch the sand or is everything turning to gold? If my legs are no more is there anyway to get back to you?

Mumford & Sons - Awake My Souls

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know My weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die And where you invest your love, you invest your life

Who am I gonna tag???

Ughhhh, here goes...

@rebel-without-a-cunt , @liliceteacube , @demonkittie , @sabinagrajqevci , @lovethejamay , @hottest-bean , @onesinglebabytear , @ginnekomiko , @bi-furious-fanboy

#tag someone #challenge #text posts #music #lyrics #tumblr users #lystring

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