#I see the crystal raindrops fall

[hungry-nicole]

I see the crystal raindrops fall And the beauty of it all Is when the sun comes shining through To make those rainbows in my mind When I think of you sometime And I wanna spend some time with you

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I

We look for love, no time for tears Wasted water's all that is And it don't make no flowers grow Good things might come to those who wait Not for those who wait too late We gotta go for all we know

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building them castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I

I hear the crystal raindrops fall On the window down the hall And it becomes the morning dew And darling when the morning comes And I see the morning sun I wanna be the one with you

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building big castles way on high Just the two of us You and I

just the two of us (We can make it, just the two of us) Let's get it together baby (yeah) (Just the two of us) Just the two of us (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us)

I see the crystal raindrops fall And the beauty of it all Is when the sun comes shining through To make those rainbows in my mind When I think of you sometime And I wanna spend some time with you

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I

We look for love, no time for tears Wasted water's all that is And it don't make no flowers grow Good things might come to those who wait Not for those who wait too late We gotta go for all we know

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building them castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I

I hear the crystal raindrops fall On the window down the hall And it becomes the morning dew And darling when the morning comes And I see the morning sun I wanna be the one with you

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us (Just the two of us) Just the two of us Building big castles way on high Just the two of us You and I

just the two of us (We can make it, just the two of us) Let's get it together baby (yeah) (Just the two of us) Just the two of us (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us) (We can make it, just the two of us) (Just the two of us)

[sundixled]

>> @starscrxssed liked for starter to Albedo

"Aether?" Albedo spoke suddenly with a bit of a head tilt, his pen hitting onto the clipboard full of sketches. His eyes lighting up on a very specific one he made what feels like forever ago. A sketch of Festering Desire that he lifted up to show the other. "Do you still have the sword I gave you?"

[gahellhimself-blog]

Just something poetic for a change..

Because I’m obsessssd with this song!!

We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building them castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I

I hear the crystal raindrops fall

On the window down the hall

And it becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building big castles way on high

Just the two of us

You and I

And the last frame without text ..

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[lambforester]

I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

When the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I want to spend some time with you

We can make it if we try

[chronicdisasterwrites]

i’d keep you company in the dark

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre + warnings: - ANGST but FLUFFY ending!! jjk movie spoilers!! happens after the ending of jjk-0, death, sad gojo, kisses.

word count: 1,672

authors note: this was a request by my lovely @daisy-the-quake <3 it's a song-fic, inspired by the song "peaches” by grandson x k.flay

enjoy <3

Your eyes shoot open as you lie still and unmoving. The blinking red light of the clock on your bedside table indicates midnight. Yet another nightmare, about the same thing. It starts with you standing face-to-face with Suguru. His face twisted with the sneer he had on when he came to the school to announce his plan; "The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons". You try to move but you can’t. You try to talk to him, try to convince him to listen to reason, but nothing comes out. He laughs, then it shifts and his laughing transitions into an irksome drone coming out of his ajar mouth. It turns into an incessant buzzing growing exponentially until it’s so loud you can’t see, think, or feel anything. And then the noise stops completely and you’re standing in the sky looking down at Satoru standing in an arena, alone, with a horde of shadows surrounding him. They all make their way toward him like ants capturing a crystal of sugar. You don't do anything. You don’t move or scream or fight. You feel like you don't even exist. Just when the shadows are about to swallow him whole does he look up at you, with hollow eyes and no will to survive.

The hammering of raindrops against your windows could’ve also been a factor, but the sweat on your face and the drumming of your heart indicate otherwise. Taking a few deep breaths you try to normalize your heartbeat. It was exhausting, having the same nightmare over and over again. Ever since Suguru died, all your dreams seemed to be about the same thing. Then you imagine, how Satoru must be feeling. You fall back into reality and realize Satoru’s side of the bed was abandoned. It had been a few days since Suguru died, and since then Satoru had been acting strangely. You never asked him straight up if he was okay, because you know he wasn’t. Of course, he wasn’t. So you tried to show him you were there if he wanted to talk, but he always laughed it off and changed the subject without showing a moment’s weakness. He was acting like nothing happened and life was just fine and dandy. The dream you had fills your mind with thoughts of Satoru losing his mind to the grief of losing his best friend and trudging down a path from which he could never return. You couldn't help him in your dream. Instead, you just stood there watching him get consumed by his demons. You bolt out of bed to look for him. He wasn’t in the apartment you both shared, so you made a guess and decided to trust your gut. You take your keys, wear a raincoat, take an umbrella, shove your phone in your pocket, and make your way to Jujutsu Tech.

Parking your motorcycle in front of the steps of the school you see him sitting on the steps, head downturned and raindrops ricocheting off his Infinity. Once you start climbing the steps, does he lift his head to give you a small smile, tired and sullen, not at all like his genuine smile. 

You sigh and sit next to him, shoulders touching and legs brushing. Your face was half-covered by the hood of the raincoat but some raindrops still fell on your nose and exposed hands. Hearing the familiar buzz of Satoru’s Infinity, you look up and watch the raindrops slide down around you, making you feel like you were encased in a snow globe. The pattering of raindrops sounded muted and you felt safe and protected from the terrors of the world. So, this is how Satoru feels? 

“What brings you here?”

You remove your hood and look into his dull eyes. Shrugging, you reply with a tender voice, “I couldn’t find you so I figured you’d be here.” 

Satoru huffs, looking away and linking his hands together over his knees, “I’m fine before you ask.”

Gojo Satoru was a complex human being. Sometimes people tend to forget he is a human being, thanks to his charisma, strength, and holier-than-thou attitude. But that’s all he was; a human being, blessed burdened with the strength of a God. The ever-present smile on his dazzling face makes you forget that he’s not a shiny person. But when his eyes dim and his smile falls in the dark of the night when a million eyes aren’t on him you realize just how bruised and battered he is. 

You release a tired breath. He thinks he’s all alone in this world. He thinks no one can ever help him with anything because no one is as strong as him. The world always revolved around him, his strength, his power, his name. No one could ever equal him, so he believes it’s only fair for him to carry his burdens and sorrows on his own.

“Y’know Satoru…” He glances at you and quirks a thin, silver eyebrow. You stare ahead, picking at the skin around your nails. 

“You’re not alone. As much as you want to believe you are, you aren’t. So, if you aren’t gonna let me in, that’s fine. Just- please let yourself feel without putting on a front.”

You hear him exhale and watch him hang his head down from your peripheral vision. 

“What’s the point?” He mutters under his breath. The only reason you could hear him at all was because his Infinity dulled the noise in the outside world. 

This time you stare at his downturned head and you can’t stop yourself from speaking, “What’s the point? The point is that you don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to hurt alone. I want you to share your pain with me! Yeah sure, you can get through this alone. You can shove it under the rug, but just this once, don’t be the strongest. Just let me hurt with you, let’s get through this together. Please, Satoru.”

He lifts his head and stares you straight in your eyes. You know how much he’s hurting. His world turned upside down and everything changed. He had to watch his friend plummet into the darkness and he had to be the one to deliver the final blow. His heart is shattered and you’re scared there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. The only thing you can do is be by his side and try to pick up his broken pieces.   

He exhales a shaky breath as his eyes glisten like a dewdrop on a blade of grass, “Can we get through this?” 

You reach out your hand and move a couple of strands of his hair from his vision. You let your hand lie against his warm cheek and he lets his eyes shut, “I know everything went to shit. But it’s not permanent, Satoru. I don’t know if things will get better, but we can only hope, right?”

He takes your hand in his own and runs his thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah. We can only hope.”

He sighs and stares at your hand, “I miss him.”

“I know…”

You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back. It’s dark, except for a few streetlights. You think he’d enjoy a piece of cake or something sweet right about now. You open your mouth to ask him when he beats you to it, “Things won’t be the same.”

Your mouth hangs open and you wait as he continues speaking, “It might get better, it might get worse. Honestly? It doesn’t matter. We can’t really afford to be optimistic with a life like ours.” He lets out a humorless laugh. Looking at you, he gives you a gentle smile and leans forward to kiss your forehead. He lingers there for a quiet moment as the rain serenades you both.

“We’ll get through this.” 

You love him so much. Looking at his beautiful, weary face, you smile and leave a chaste kiss on his lips. Stealing another kiss, he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, “I love you, y’know that?” 

Smiling, you stand and give him your hand, “Yeah, I love you too.”

He holds your hand and stops you on your way down the stairs, “Hey…I'm sorry for being selfish. I know you’re hurting too. I don’t want you to think I don't notice that.”

Turning back to look at him, you caress his knuckles with your thumb, “It's okay, Satoru-”

“No, it's not.” He stands on the upper step, looking down at you with tender eyes, "D'you have another nightmare? Is that why you woke up?" He traces the dark circles under your eyes and keeps his thumb on the apple of your cheek.

You sigh and close your eyes momentarily, "Yeah..."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Your free fingers wrap around his slender wrist as you look up at his glittering, blue eyes. "Maybe later." He nods.

You both walk down the steps, your hand warm in his. By now the rain had slowed down to a soft patter. He notices the umbrella tied on the backseat of your motorcycle and quirks an eyebrow, “Why’d you bring this?”

You offer a sheepish smile and take out your keys from your pocket, “I- uh, figured you might need it. I thought you’d deactivate your Infinity and sit in the rain or something… So y’know I didn’t want you to waste all your energy covering us both from the rain but I guess that’s exactly what you did so it was pretty usele-”

Your rambling was immediately shut down by the press of his lips against yours. You feel him smile into the kiss and your heart feels so warm. I love him so much. Hugging you, he rests his chin on your head, “Thank you.” 

You think it’s ironic how you’re shivering from the cold yet feeling so incredibly warm at the same time. He chuckles and unties the umbrella taking a seat on the backseat of your bike, “Let’s go home, yeah?”  

a/n: well, after chapter 236 this sure is a knife to the heart.

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[wolfhoundwitch]

VISUALISATION, CONTINUED.

A continuation from lessons in visualisation.

In this lesson, we will explore further techniques, how to maintain regular practice, and alternatives for visualisation for those who might find it harder than others.

Alternatives to visualising

Some people will struggle to visualise, whether that is because of their mental or physical health, an inability to sit still or to focus, or they cannot picture an image in their mind.

It is important to remember that we have other senses. Visualisation doesn't rely on sight alone, and though it may sound that way, it instead makes the basics of spellcasting and meditation inaccessible.

☆ Forget trying to picture things, that's not the be-all end-all. Try to feel things. To smell and hear and taste, to love and hate. Consider raindrops falling on every inch of your body, moving slowly from your head down to your toes; let the water cleanse you as it rolls off your skin. Even if you cannot see them, your body knows the sensation and the smell of rain on your body.

☆ If any type of sensory imagination is too hard, play music in the background instead. It doesn't have to be calming music in particular, just something you can enjoy and zone out to. (I have been known to meditate and even nap to breakcore). Let the rest of the world fade away as you absorb the music fully, listening to every note individually and as part of the whole. Alternatively, you can try counting. Just start counting, out loud or in your head, up from 1 or down from 1000, and let that be the only thing your mind focuses on - the steady rhythm of the numbers.

☆ Consider using white, brown, pink or green noise to help you focus too. White noise doesn't sound good to everyone, and the various types use different frequencies which can be soothing for some.

The whole idea is to move away from the focus of seeing things in your head, while still allowing you to build up energy when concentrating on an end goal like meditation or a spell.

How do I practice regularly?

Methods of visualisation can very easily be simplified to make them faster and easier for regular practice.

☆ You could try seeing or feeling the energy around you or around an object such as a crystal or a tree, or the energy moving through your body.

☆ Try closing your eyes when it’s sunny and recalling the feeling, smell and sound of rain. Or the other way around. Feel the warm sun on you in the winter, or a cosy fire in your hands.

A good idea is to practice during meditation as often as you can. Remember, being able to visualise in some form is incredibly useful for energy manipulation. (Including but not limited to shielding, centering, grounding, manifestation and wider spellwork).

As always, thank you for reading. Please drop a message/ask if you want to see anything particular in future lessons.

[lum13]

In the moment.

Your first kiss with Wednesday Addams was under the rain. How romantic.

Wednesday Addams x fem! Reader

-

The mellow sound of the soft raindrops drumming against the umbrella tickled your ears, engulfing you into a trance-like state. 

Crystalline beads of the droplets teased at your hair, sliding down until there was nothing left to linger on. 

You let your eyes trace the raven haired girl’s features. Just a step away was the girl, who held onto the black umbrella in between the gap of the pair’s shoulders— which sometimes brushed against— sending electricity under your skin.

Her pigtails, too, had water drops that were yet to fall— and it shined like crystals under the moonlight. 

The beams of silvery spotlight kissed her stardust-covered cheeks. Your lips parted from such splendor.

Her long eyelashes batted down, before fluttering open again. Only this time, the deep, dark pupil found yours. You breathed in the humid air, thrown into a spiral by her delicate stare.

The lock of your gaze onto hers only left a luscious taste on your tongue— making you lick your lips forlornly, eager for more. 

Your eyes trailed down to her plush lips. Slowly and steadily, the sounds of the raindrops contrasting against the ground deafened at your ears.

The plum hue of her lips lured you into your racing thoughts once again— making you wonder, just how easy it was to lean in and claim her lips yours.

You could see the way her slender fingers gripped her umbrella. You felt the tip of your shoulders grow damp from it being an inch over the borderline of the shield that protected you both from the rain, but never dared to step farther in. It would result in Wednesday having to step out for you, dampening her shoulders.

So as the wet cloth clung onto your skin, you turned your head towards her, stealing a glance of her once again. 

You halted when you realized that she had been watching you, too. With the whip of your head, her eyes met yours.

It left you breathless— let it be the scenery, or the way her gaze fell tender onto yours. 

But it was beautiful, that moment. It only lasted a millisecond, but lingered on your mind for much longer— like a polaroid that was taken at just the right timing.

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered. It was barely  audible, and was marvel how she managed to catch that with the raindrops showering around you. 

She didn’t say anything back, as her lips stayed shut. But you knew better than throwing yourself in a pit of despair. 

Because you saw how her gaze turned impossibly soft by your words. How her body angled to you— welcoming you into her shy embrace. Tilting her umbrella back, she led you towards her, signaling you to continue.

So without a doubt, you chased after the shelter, pressing up against her, catching her lips in yours. Her lips were sweet on yours, sweeter than you’ve ever imagined.

Addicting. The taste of her lips was so addicting.

You felt a sudden drop of rain on your cheeks. Then another, then another. You didn’t have to look to acknowledge what had happened.

Wednesday’s hands reaching for your waist, she let the umbrella fall back, not caring about the way the rain fell on you both. It didn’t matter. Not when her lips were on yours.

You didn’t break away until you were gasping for air. Then you kissed her again, again and again.

Until the rain had enveloped you, swallowing you up in that moment. 

-

I love rain and I love Wednesday. Perfect combo.

This is not proofread bc of my stupid headache :) I need some sleep.

[thbcway]

songs that gives hualian vibes + lyrics 2

Eric Chou - Me And You

I like it when it's just me and you

I think by now you know it too

Not sorry if we ditch the crew

Just hope you feel the same way too

About me and you

There's not a thing that I wouldn't do

Ooh right now just to be here with you

I like you here in my arms

I like you here in my arms, ooh

Eric Chou - Something About You

And if you do just tell me you do

'Cause I can't live a day without you

There's something about you, I am addicted

There are some days we will be blue

But I will always love you

George Washington - Just The Two Of Us

I hear the crystal raindrops fall

On the window down the hall

And it becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you

Maggie Rogers - Love You For A Long Time

And in the mornin' when you wrap me up

I know that forever could never be enough

I feel it in my body, know it in my mind, oh, I

I'm gonna love you for a long time

I'm gonna love you for a long time

I'm gonna love you for a long time

Mitski - Heaven

Hear the storm dances outside

Something set free is running through the night

And the dark awaits us all around the corner

But here in our place, we have for the day

Can we stay a while and listen for heaven?

Heaven

Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling in Love

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

The Neighbourhood - Heaven

I would die for your heaven

I could lie here forever

Every night we're together

If you'd like, I'll do whatever

Sydney Rose - Turning Page

I've waited a hundred years

And I'd wait a million more for you

Nothing prepared me for

What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough

Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along

What I've been living for

Your love is my turning page

Where only the sweetest words remain

Every kiss is a cursive line

Every touch is a redefining phrase

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Part 1

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[sakkiichi]

BABY BLUE.

“Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you.”

You can imagine any of your favorite characters for this, but I was specifically thinking of Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Kaeya x fem! reader.

genre/cw: very soft spice, angst to comfort, fluff, some slight aftercare.

word count: 1.4 k.

To someone I cherish, this is for you. If you ever see it, I hope it brings you some semblance of comfort on nights that feel lonely. Even if I’m asleep, I’m on the other side of the screen, dearest 🩵

The rain falls.

Your palm rests against the cold window glass, drops splattered on the other side.

Raindrops.

Looking up at them, you could feel like flying to the grey heavens; you always liked the weather better when it was gloomy.

Shades of light blue seem contained in the still free falling rain, before it shatters against the dull concrete.

You could relate to that, one amongst millions, forgotten afterwards.

Only so many loved to splash in muddy puddles, after all.

With a sigh, you pull away from the blurry glass, the imprint of your hand outlined against the indigo hues of the approaching night.

Is that all the world will have to remember you by?

Are you really that… ephemeral? Impermanent?

Unimportant? Is the word that lodges into your heart, freezing it, each beat painting in dark blue your lips that used to smile, the fingers that used to caress him, so lovingly.

Wrapping your soft blue blanket around your form, you step towards your room’s balcony, the curtains an eerie muted cyan in the dim light. Knuckles white, you pull the crystal doors open, frigid rain almost piercing when it touches your skin.

And yet, it feels peaceful, it feels good.

Perhaps you just missed hurting in ways that were not emotional, and maybe the cold drops in the night provided that.

“I knew you’d be here.” A familiar voice pulls you out of your daze.

Startled, you turn around. Your hands tremble around you, your rumpled up blanket falling off your shoulder, your yellow sweater akin to a blue sun, the water splatters over it, storm clouds. Your hair is plastered against your face, its vibrant shade, ashen in the faint moonlight through decaying skies.

Sighing, his hand wraps softly around yours.

Warm. Loving.

Not his usual chill; not his dominant or fearing for you hold; not his usual teasing; not his trembling hold in twilights when he begged you to please not go.

Permanent. Grounding.

Your lover pulls you into him, under the awning, freezing cobalt bleeding into smaller sapphires when it hits the canvas.

He doesn’t care how you’re dampening his clothes, his hair, arctic hues spreading like watercolors to his core.

Carefully, he guides you inside, the warmth of your room welcome to your shivering form.

The wet blanket is lifted from you, hung on a low chair before the balcony’s doors, the dripping water pooling in a mirrored image of the half concealed moon.

Your partner’s arms hook under your legs, cradling you close, walking towards the bed.

He lays down by your side, svelte hands slipping your ochre sweater off of you. His hands caress your hips, the skin right above your black pants, and the skin under, when slightly calloused fingers slip beneath the turquoise silk of your underwear.

His own shirt meets the same fate as your discarded sweater, both yours and his trousers following after.

Scarred hands travel up and down your sides, his gem-like eyes reflected in your dilated pupils.

Tears shine like colorless emeralds in your lash line.

You want him. You need him. So bad.

But do you deserve him?

As if he was the only one privy to your thoughts, your lover’s hand laces with yours.

His gaze is comfortably piercing, completely set on your pretty face.

A gentle squeeze, before his hand slips delicately under your sports bra, unclasping it, alice blue fabric slipping off your frame.

“Beautiful.” He breathes, his stare dilating, his hands fondling with your breasts, gently pinching your nipples. He relishes in the little moans you let out.

Even if he never liked to see you cry, you were still perfect with teal eyeshadow running down your cheeks.

“My love…” you utter, a choked out sound. You want him to go on, but you want him to find better than you too.

And yet, he doesn’t think there’s anyone better, not here, not on any of the seven nations, not in another world.

“What is it, my bunny?” He whispers, kissing down your jawline, your neck, your collarbones.

You let out a shaky sigh.

“Are you sure? That I’m the one you want to do this with?” You ask, not meeting his gaze, head lowered.

“My dearest, look at me.” His tone is mellow when he takes your chin in between his fingers, gaze haloed in night and starlight, magnetized by you. “You’re the only one I want this with, the only one I’ll ever want. Do you understand?” The shadow of a smirk crosses his perfectly sculpted features when his lips brush the shell of your ear, feeling your frame shiver at his every touch.

All you can do is nod, throbbing and wetness starting to pool in your core, shades of pink and amber merging into the blue lighting of the night when his fingers brush your hipbone.

Skilled digits prod at your needy nub, thumb circling it, pearlescent juices leaking out of you.

You were always so perfect, and right now, you’re ethereal.

Reflected moonlight paints your skin azure, the city lights fiery against your hair, splayed out around the pillows.

Lips that have smiled, smirked, bitten and brought you endless pleasure envelop yours, his tongue swirling over the rosé of your parted mouth, asking for an entrance that was and would forever remain his.

His hardened tip teases your hole, as his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, two colliding meteors, so bright, the sun would never need to rise again.

He enters you, in a melody of skin against skin and moans of yours and his name mingling in a million colors in the dark.

You can feel him. Deeply. Every vein and drag of his length spreading you out, taking you higher with every kiss of his tip on your sweet spot, to a vantage point from where you can see the skies end.

“I love you…” your boyfriend groans, pushing deeper inside you, one of his hands intertwining fingers with yours, the other, firm on your hip. “I love you, my darling… I’ll repeat it until you believe it… you feel so good, archons, you’re perfect.”

With one last forceful thrust, you feel your walls clamp around him, ribbons in a myriad of bright lights you only see after the nebula you and him create, painting your walls in every little detail that constitutes him and all the sheer adoration he holds for you.

Perhaps he once was a fallen god, now wandering in search of his own identity; or a broken angel, casting everyone in light, except for himself, donning a mask, kept in the shadows; maybe he is a crafted alchemist, still wondering about what it means to be alive; he could have been a silent scribe, caring more than his hardened stare let on, always peering from behind a book or another; at times you swore he was an artist, the architect that designed your very soul. Or maybe you’ve dreamed of him as a suave knight, his heart concealed behind a wall of spiky ice.

But what never changed is that his heart was always yours, in every version of the world, in every chapter of the story you still write, in the hours you dream away.

And so, you let go.

Liquid starlight coats him in your burning desire, as his nails dig into your skin, claw-like marks in his wake.

You’re a star, him, the moon, or the sun, that will forever orbit around the shine you don’t always see. Together, you meet the zenith of more than just entangled bodies, his lips descending upon yours once again tonight, feather-like this time.

With breaths mixed and labored, he pulls out, his arms not letting go, never letting go, for the gravity of you will forever tie him to your heart; even if his is hollow, icy, corrupted, or hard and gold, the threads of your sweetness are all he needs to feel alive.

Gently, your lover pulls the covers snug around you.

Summer sky blue, he sewed them himself. Or was it just his design? You can’t recall, but they are coated in him, his scent, his goodnight kisses.

Tender fingertips brush sweaty strands of hair away from your face. ‘So that I dream of you’, are his unspoken words, before his eyes close and his lips meet the tip of your nose.

In his arms, your lashes flutter closed too, in tandem with his.

Will you find wine and warm light on the other side? Lanterns to guide your night? Perhaps vast expanses of greenery with paths to find yourself and libraries to lose yourself in. Whatever the case, you hope for clear skies.

When dawn approaches, the baby blue of your now dry blanket matches the heart shaped rays expanding in the horizon.

[fieldofdaisiies]

azriel x eris | 2,4k words | warnings: none | masterlist

“Did you miss me? Is that why you are here again?” Eris drawls. Moonlight dances on the small lake behind him, and it also falls upon the heir to the Autumn Court, illuminating half of his handsome face, his long lashes drawing shadows upon his defined cheeks. His pale skin almost glows beneath the night sky, and a small smirk plays on his lips.

Azriel bristles at the sheer arrogance and takes a step toward the Autumn Court prince. But when he opens his mouth no words leave – he has nothing to say. He has no answer. Because he himself doesn’t know what he is actually doing here. Why he is here.

But he doesn’t need to talk, Eris does the job for him. “Or, are you on one of your little spying missions, spymaster?” Eris raises a taunting brow, nothing but haughtiness on his face.

Fog accompanies the moonlight on the lake, shadowy tendrils floating over the still water like dancing to a silent melody. 

“I‘m only doing my job,” Azriel seethes and for a split second his gaze drops to Eris‘ lips. 

Eris‘ eyes are hooded, following Azriel’s and a smirk appears on his lips. “You are thinking about it? This time at least give me a warning before you k—”

Azriel shoves at his chest, pushing Eris an inch backward. “Don‘t talk about it!” he snarls and since the heir to the Autumn Court annoys him greatly and makes his blood boil, he adds, “I’m here because we can’t trust you.”

That hurts. It really does. The pang of pain shooting into his heart makes Eris stagger another step backward. He has thought he has earned their trust, that he could rely on the Night Court and vice versa. But he was wrong. They are not allies yet, if they don’t trust. But will they ever trust him?

“And what do I have to do to earn your trust?” Eris moves closer again. So close the warmth of his body brushes Azriel’s and the spymaster involuntarily shudders.

“No longer be loyal to Beron.” Azriel has no better answer. This is all twisted and idiotic. He had come up with the idea of distrust. A false pretence. It isn’t the reason he is here, but he doesn’t know what is and he didn’t know what to tell Eris.

“Do you truly think I still support Beron?” Eris spits, voice dripping with disappointment and disdain. “You know what my plan is?”

“You haven’t followed through on it yet.” Azriel swallows thickly, the last few raindrops that land upon his skin feeling much heavier, the air despite being fresh much thicker. Tension is so thick, one could cut it with a knife.

“That doesn’t mean I‘m still loyal to him.”

Azriel says nothing, face veiled in cool indifference, not even his eyes give anything about the way he feels away. A mask he has perfected – that of casual nonchalance. One that Eris knows all too well. 

“After everything he has done to my family, to me, do you really think—”

“What did he do to you?” Honest curiosity and also a hint of concern fills the shadowsinger‘s voice, his question coming so fast it interrupts Eris. All of a sudden, the spymaster’s chest feels so hollow. 

Eris holds Azriel’s gaze, neither of them daring to look away. Or is it impossible for them to tear their gaze away from the other?

Whatever it is, their gazes stay locked, amd something blooms within their chests, making their hearts beat faster and their souls come—

But Eris doesn’t answer. He ignores the question. He can’t answer this right now. He can’t talk about it. Not with Azriel. Not with anyone. No one should ever know the details of how Beron treats him. 

“I see you found my brothers‘ graves.” Not a question, but an observation. And a statement that should lead their conversation into a new direction. 

Eris extends his hand, pointing at the weathered grave stones. 

It almost seems as if Azriel’s shadows stretch out when the Autumn Court heir moves past him. Almost like they want to reach for him. Brush over his skin, bring Eris to Azriel. But Azriel keeps them close to him, his demand crystal clear: stay with me!

Azriel says nothing, he only watches how Eris opens his coat and then reaches inside. Azriel braces himself for everything, but he does not expect what is revealed to him.

Flowers. He doesn’t know the name of them. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Eris, who is believed to be cold and cruel, brings flowers to his late brothers‘ grave. And that even after centuries.

The spymaster steps aside, allowing Eris the necessary space, both physically and mentally.

Gently, the heir lays the flowers down on the damp soil and grass and then gets up and for a moment folds his hand over his heart.

“It is strange,” he murmurs. Slowly, he turns to look at the shadowsinger over his shoulder only to find Azriel already looking at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“How you can loathe and miss someone at the same time.”

Azriel can’t say the same about his own brothers – there is only resentment and pain when he thinks about them.

But there is someone else this description fits perfectly for, Azriel realises. He runs his gaze over Eris, watches the shallow rise and fall of the heir’s chest, how his lips are a little parted, his red hair glowing in the soft moonlight. But Eris turns away and Azriel is left with looking at the heir’s back. A powerful back, he has to admit – broad shoulders, a strong neck, and nothing but corded muscles that are even visible through his coat and the layers of clothes beneath. 

“Do you have brothers, Shadowsinger?”

Azriel coughs once, hand held in front of his face. Then he clears his throat, taking a few steps forward, his shoulders the exact same height as Eris’, their bodies nearly touching.

“I do,” he eventually says. “I did.”

Eris‘ brows bunch and he turns to look at Azriel, silently regarding the male next to him for a moment. “Dead?”

“Mhm.” There is nothing nostalgic, not a single note of sadness in Azriel’s tone and it makes Eris wonder what could have happened to Azriel that makes him so nonchalant about his brothers‘ passing. 

Azriel wants to provide more information. What they did to him. That he only feels hate in regard to them. But he can’t. Something hinders him from doing so. It would be strange to share your deepest, most haunting memories with your enemy, wouldn’t it?

“They weren’t…good brothers.” Azriel’s gaze moves over the gravestone once again and he wonders where Brack and Sconz are buried. 

A cold huff leaves Eris and his gaze drops. 

He looks at his polished boots, covered in grass and mud. The flowers atop the grave look beautiful, but everything else around it, lifeless. Sad. Dead.

“Azriel, I need to ask you something.”

A breeze brushes their skin, cooling the already chilly air and their cold bodies. 

The tone in Eris‘ voice tells Azriel that his request is sincere, that there is now no room for banter. 

“Go ahead.” Azriel keeps his voice low, and now for the first time regret truly fills him, seeping into his heart like poison. He told Eris they don’t trust him, lied about it, while Eris trusts him. Enough to not have called for sentries or warriors to come for him. The heir even arrived unarmed – that is how much trust he has in him. In the Night Court…

“Lucien.” Eris‘ voice is hoarse, breaks a little when he continues. “Do you know if he is…alright?”

“He is,” Azriel answers matter-of-factly. He actually doesn’t know, or rather doesn’t care about the fox‘s wellbeing, but he assumes he is alright.

“Is he happy? Does she make him happy? Could he find a family in her?” The questions pour out of Eris almost like a waterfall. “The High Lady’s sister I mean.”

Azriel once again has no answer. So, he stays calm for a moment. He blows out a breath, its tendrils curling in front of his face before fading into nothingness.

“Do you really care about him?” Azriel asks instead of answering.

He isn’t prepared for what happens next. Eris grips Azriel’s biceps tightly, turning to him, staring into his eyes. “There hasn’t been a single damn day where I haven’t cared about my little brother.”

Azriel holds his gaze. “Did you ever try to—?”

“Find him? Look for him? Find out if he is alright?” Eris tightens his hold on Azriel’s arm. “Many times. For years. Until I figured out it was too dangerous to continue.”

“Because of Tamlin?”

“Because of my damn father!” Eris’ voice drips with resentment, and is so much louder than intended. 

His chest squeezes, icy cold breaking out under his skin, spreading like frost through his veins. His stomach dips. And all he can see is how his brothers held Lucien when his father cut off her head. Jesminda. Beautiful. Kind, and adventurous Jesminda. His brother‘s sole joy and happiness.

“Because he would have killed him if he found him again.”

A haze, bitter and thick, forms in Azriel’s mind, the picture of his own father’s face as clear as the water of a mountain stream in his mind. He feels angry, furious, cold and sad. And when all these emotions mingle inside of him, brewing beneath his skin, beneath the scars, he lets it out on Eris.

“And yet still you haven’t managed to kill him. You still sit here and pretend to be the wonderful, diligent son.” The spymaster’s voice is cold, tinged with an emotion Eris can’t quite place.

“What can I do?” Eris shoves forward as well, their foreheads now truly touching. Azriel notices how warm Eris‘ skin is despite the cold outside, but doesn’t allow himself to think further about.

“No longer be his puppet and finally grow some balls. Because it still makes me think that you maybe don’t want to put an end to this. That you like being his puppet – that you enjoy it and the reputation and glory it has earned you.” 

Azriel’s breath tingles Eris‘ face. The heir can scent the light hue of spearmint, but he tamps down on all emotions – safe for the anger –, trying to ignore what Azriel’s sudden closeness does to him. To his body.

And Eris isn’t the only one feeling it. Something –some emotion– surges through Azriel, making his skin feel taut, hot. His lips are so close to Eris’. Only mere inches–

“You have no idea what it is like to have a father like Beron.” Eris is fuming, and burning with pain.

“I know more than you think,” Azriel seethes.

“Oh?” Eris raises a taunting brow. “Did your father see you for the bastard and asshole you are and got rid of you when you were still in your diapers?”

Eris is furious. Both at the confusing emotions inside of him and Azriel‘s rash accusation. He hasn’t meant for his words to come out like this or at least phrase them differently. But what is said is said and he can’t take back the words that cut deep into Azriel’s already wounded heart.

Azriel shoves against Eris‘ solid chest, pushing him away. “My father is none of your fucking business.”

Eris staggers backward, but there is a smug look on his face, eyes trailing over Azriel’s irate expression.

“Oh, so I was right?” he drawls, “seems like you have some issues with your own father, so don’t tell me how I should handle the situation with mine.”

There is nothing but arrogance is his swagger as he nears Azriel again and through gritted teeth he says, “Don‘t you fucking dare interfere with my life and how I do things. I know what I am doing. And I need the Night Court as an ally but what I don’t need is a fucking shadowsinger smartass to tell me how to manage my things.”

Azriel’s nostrils flare, Eris words hurting him more than they have ever done before…before…the incident with Briallyn. Before Eris’ time at the Night Court.

“I hate you so much!” Azriel‘s throat bobs as he swallows, eyes burning.

Eris chuckles coolly. “No, you don’t.” 

“Yes, I do,” Azriel seethes, teeth barred. “I fucking hate you, Eris Vanserra.”

Eris raises a brow, almost in a reproachful way.

“Why did you kiss me then?”

He sees the hand coming for him, but it is too late – Azriel‘s fist connects with his jaw and a loud crack sounds. Icy heat breaks out on the left side of his face, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

Somehow, Eris thinks, he deserves it. What he said…it reminds him…of the words his father uses. The words weren’t his own, they were borne from anger, from irritation (Azriel is extremely irritating to him) and from his own desperation.

Azriel voiced exactly what he has been thinking so often - what if he fails? What if he in the end can’t do it. What if he forever stays his father’s puppet.

Eris spits onto the in leaves and pebbles covered ground, saliva and blood now coating the surface. “Leave!” he snarls and it startles Azriel.

The shadowsinger has thought something would follow his punch. That Eris would hit him too. Would want to hurt him too. 

He would deserve it. For what he said. But it is Eris‘ fault. Or isn’t it?

Both have said cruel things this evening, both have made mistakes.

And still Eris does nothing. He doesn’t punch back. He remains calm, unmoving. 

“Leave, Azriel! Get out of my sight.”

The shadowsinger flares his wings, taking one step backward after the other. His wings start to flap, feet slowly leaving the ground.

A chill runs over the landscape, Eris‘ eyes burning holes into Azriel’s body and for a split second the spymaster thinks he can spot tears in them.

When he is almost gone, when he is almost a whisper between the stars, nothing more than a shadow on the horizon, Azriel opens his mouth and says, “I don’t know why I kissed you, Eris, but I know it was the biggest mistake in my life.”

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[not-goldy]

JUNGKOOK SAID:

I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

Is when the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

OH JUST THE TWO US

BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY JUST THE TWO US

JUST THE TWO OF US

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL THEME SONG OF ARE YOU SURE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Songs from my playlists that represent how the 141 loves you (+bonus König)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

“Wasteland” by Woodkid

Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves/The memories of the boy I’ve been were drowning and you saved them/Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate/The color of the truth and the sound of sunny days

You have reminded him what it’s like be human again. When you look at him, he is Simon. He’s your Simon. He’s the man whose cheeks you’ve held countless times, kissing the corners of his eyes, tasting the paint on your lips but you couldn’t care less. Your small hands reach out time and time again and pull him back from the edge. And he’ll always take your hand, he might fight you at first, insistent that he’s too dangerous and that you’ll get hurt if you stay. But you always fight back. You’ll always fight your way back to him. You make him feel wanted, safe, human.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

“Everlong” by The Foo Fighters

Breathe out/So I can breathe you in/Hold you in/And now/I know you've always been/Out of your head/Out of my head, I sang

He’s such a hopeless romantic. You became his entire world, the light in his eyes, and when you two first met it was like coming up for air after being submerged for so long. And he never wants to let you go, he feels like it’s always been you. You’re the mile marker along the highway of his life, there is a ‘before’ and then there is only a ‘with you’. Nothing is as good when he’s on his own, but with you? The sun’s out, the birds are singing their stupid songs, the flowers are in full bloom, and he can breathe again.

John Price:

“Thank You” by Dido

Push the door I’m home at last/I’m soaking through and through/Then you handed me a towel/And all I see is you/And even if my house falls down now/I wouldn’t have a clue/Because you’re near me

You’re his motivation. You’re what gets him through his long days. Knowing that there’s a home with you waiting for him is what pushes him. He has a picture of you in his wallet that he always looks at, and he’s so fucking tired but he keeps going for you. To see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to cherish you. And when he finally comes home, his bones each weighing a million pounds, and he sees you, it all just melts away. Nothing matters. He tunnel visions and it’s just you. There’s nothing happening outside these walls, it’s just you, and that’s all he needs.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

“Lose It” by Oh Wonder

Downtown we let it go/Sunset high and our bodies low/Blood rush in the hazy glow/My hands, your bones/Looser we break the scene/One step deep as you fall to me/Heart clap, we skip a beat/Count one, two, three

He’s the warmth that flows through your veins, he’s the sun that shines on your cheeks, he’s the rhythmic sound of cars driving on wet asphalt after a storm. And you? Sweetheart, you’re the twinkle of city lights on the skyline, you’re the sound of laughter from a couple caught in the rain, you’re the steady soothing rhythm of a love song. You’re his favorite song. He’ll always move to your beat, hands on your hips, forehead against yours.

König:

“Just the Two of Us” by Grover Washington Jr, Bill Whithers

I see the crystal raindrops fall/And the beauty of it all/Is when the sun comes shining through/To make those rainbows in my mind/When I think of you sometime/And I wanna spend some time with you

He’s so at home with you. When you’re together all his worries melt away. Every thought that gets overplayed in his head start to quiet down the closer he is to you. There’s no one he’d rather be with than you. There is literally no one else in the world. And when you’re sat between his legs, reclined against his chest watching a movie, his heart is drumming in his chest. Only it’s not an anxious beat, it’s a beat that plays for you. It’s a beat that knows you’re the most wonderful thing in his life. You’re the sip of cold water in the middle of the night when his nightmares rip him from his sleep, you’re kissing his sweaty forehead and reminding him that you’re here. That it’s just the two of you. And he’s at peace again.

[sundixled]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL FOR ALBEDO

ever wanted to torture love on my albedo but too shy to ask! well introducing his permanent starter call! just like the post and i'll write a starter (based on my mood as i like lyric starters a lot!)

[dk-thrive]

Inside the Dramatic Dance of Raindrops

Spring showers can arrive with a vengeance. I was sitting in a parked car a few days ago when a light pitter-patter began on the windshield, and less than a minute later huge raindrops were smacking into the glass, creating a deafening noise and making me extremely grateful I wasn’t outside. But the droplets were falling too fast for me to really see what they were up to before they hit. That seemed like a huge shame because a rainstorm is its own kind of dance party, one with dramatic but chaotic choreography.

Rain starts as water vapor high in the sky; the individual water molecules float free of one another, mixed in with the other gases that make up the atmosphere. When the conditions are right, they condense to join a liquid water droplet or freeze solid onto an ice crystal. At the start, these solid or liquid particles are very small and just drift along with the air currents. But as they grow in mass, they start to fall. Lots of raindrops start off as ice crystals and melt as they fall into warmer air. Once all the droplets are liquid and falling, the dance really gets going.

The smallest raindrops are around two thousandths of an inch across. These baby drops are spherical because the surface tension of the liquid squeezes the total surface area to be as compact as possible. Physicists find it strange that people often draw raindrops with a pointy end at the top, because the surface tension makes sure that there are no sharp corners—they’re all smoothed out incredibly quickly. Raindrops never have points.  

As more water vapor condenses on to the drops, they grow. Large drops fall faster than small ones, so the larger ones start to catch up with the smaller drops beneath them, bumping into them and coalescing to form a bigger droplet. Once the drops grow to more than 1/25th of an inch across, they start to flatten on the underside and become rounder on the top to form a shape often known as a “hamburger bun.” The bigger they get, the flatter the bun.

The real dance is in the beautiful fluid movement of the droplet shapes. When two drops collide, the water pulses and curls until the shape settles down. But the new combined droplet may also shatter immediately, sometimes stretching out into a sheet before bursting into a shower of tiny droplets. The cycle repeats itself—catch-up and coalesce, catch-up and break—on and on until the drops reach the ground. The harder the rain, the more often droplets bump into each other and the more frantic the dance.

The mix of raindrop sizes hitting my windshield was the outcome of this tussle between the drops fusing and splitting in the sky above. The more that coalescence dominates, the larger the drops get. In warm rain in the tropics, raindrops can reach a third of an inch across (although one-tenth of an inch is much more typical in most places).

Each droplet is also dancing on its own, between the interactions with others. Droplets frequently oscillate, pulsing rhythmically at a rate that depends on their size, and the bigger the droplet, the more pronounced these gyrations are. A drop one-tenth of an inch across can wobble more than 200 times every second, and the wobbling not only slows it down slightly but also makes it drift sideways as it falls.

So the next time you’re sheltering underneath an umbrella in heavy rain, make the best of it by thinking of yourself as having a front seat at a natural spectacle instead of an unwanted inconvenience in your day. Wishing the rain away won’t make it stop, so you might as well imagine the dance up above and enjoy it.

— Helen Czerski, "Inside the Dramatic Dance of Raindrops. From drizzles to deluges, a chaotic atmospheric choreography determines the size and shape of precipitation." (Wall Street Journal, May 2, 2024)

[spaciebabie]

∞

this one is a mashup of 3 songs i like so...uhhhhh hmm (cheating a bit LMFAO)

"I see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all is when the sun comes shining through"

since youtube video wont show its a mashup of stronger than you [SU], just the two of us [Grover Washington Jr.], and harder better faster stronger [Daft Punk]

[b1acksw4n]

slept so long

- vampire suguru geto x satoru gojo, victorian era

Summary: Suguru Geto is a vampire who willingly embraced immortality to escape his painful past. Satoru Gojo is the one person who knew him before his transformation.

WARNING: Horror & some gore

The pale man’s icy eyes pierce through the ghoul. “My six eyes tell me you’re Suguru Geto. But my heart and my soul knows otherwise.”

Crimson eyes stare back into Satoru’s, long purposeful strides closing in on the man.

It’s a memory that the vampire finds himself being haunted by quite often.

Guided by the dull flicker of candlelight, the lifeless Suguru Geto roamed the endless maze known as the corridors of his castle. His crimson eyes filled with a gleeful glint of chaos.

“It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my mind. Perhaps, I just needed the pleasures of immortality. Chasing a life of sin and giving into every single vice.”

Suguru’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his pattern of speech becoming disoriented. His slender fingers intertwined in a trophy head’s tresses, he slowly lifts it to his chin. His teeth sink into the flesh, ripping it apart and causing blood to spray all over an elegant portrait painting depicting himself with a blank expression. With one swift movement, he chucked the head towards the farther end of the hall, consequently causing it to roll, leaving behind trails of blood. A loud rumbling in the skies permeated the empty, dark, and colossal castle.

On the other side of the window, a jagged bright light crashes down onto the earth’s soil. It illuminates the vampire and the head’s silhouette on the marble floor.

-

Sparkling chandeliers cascade from the ceiling like crystal raindrops.

The soft glow of candlelight casts a warm and romantic ambiance. In the center of the room, a glistening parquet dance floor is polished to perfection.

Suguru’s eyes narrow as he scans the extravagant ballroom, searching for something that piques his interest. A ethereal young man with strikingly white hair is seated behind a grand piano and the moment his pale fingers touch the keys it makes Suguru’s world shatter. It transports him back to a time of elegance and grandeur, his eyes are locked shut but he peaks to see the boy behind the music once more. Time freezes for him as his feet stay in place becoming one with the floor. Eyes full of curiosity, he longingly stares at the musician. He is completely starstruck and unaware of the lively atmosphere and the couples twirling around him.

How long has it been? How long has it been since Suguru Geto felt this way?

A noise has never moved him in such a way nor has it made his lifeless body resurrect with an actual beating pulse. The tips of his clawed fingers tingled like never before, a fire ignited so deep in his soul that he has no choice but to approach the musician behind the noise stirring him so intensely.

“Suguru Geto.” The man’s voice is soft, but stern.

Suguru isn’t quite sure if the younger man intended it to be a question or a statement, but his ears cannot forget the sound. The pianist’s fingers glide across each key, gradually slowing down and to Suguru’s disappointment it all comes to an end. “Satoru Gojo.” Suguru muses, kneeling down so he is eye level with the man. The white haired man intensely meets his gaze.

“I came here to reminisce I suppose. To what once was, to what you once.. were.”

All it took was hearing Lord Suguru Geto’s voice, his footsteps, and sensing his divine presence to truly transport Satoru to the past. Satoru needed to be honest with him and he didn’t care if that led to unwanted thoughts or conversations. Whenever Suguru’s eyes met Satoru’s he could only see the bright reflection of a one sided mirror. Satoru couldn’t see the ugliness, which was why he still yearned so deeply for the other man.

-

Thanks for reading. This was just a short story that i wrote on a whim because I just love geto and gojo’s chemistry.