#Romantic Ballads

[quill-pen]

So... I got hit with inspiration and rewrote this song:

And turned it from a lullaby into a romantic ballad for Ebeness. (Though he probably still sings it to her on nights when Bess has trouble sleeping.) I have no regrets.

Yes, because I've headcanoned that Ebenezer can play piano, I've consequently headcanoned that he wrote this for Bess and played it for her at their vow renewal on their one-year anniversary.

@rom-e-o Yeah, thanks to you, I'mma have to change Bess from "Sweetness" to "Brightness" now.

☽♔💜♛☾

Brightness

It always seems the warmest in the dark

Before the first call of the lark.

When romance blooms under the Moon,

The night is filled with love's soft tune.

I used to think that I was lost;

The thought of love filled me with shame.

A life alone--sin's bitter cost,

But then You came...

Every Star became aligned,

And I did take it as a sign

The future was Brightness!

Everything became Brightness.

And then the Constellations cried

As fates and destinies were tied.

There was nothing but Brightness!

Just spectacular Brightness.

The day that you appeared the Sun went black;

Now I live for the Night.

Hera took the Stars away

And placed them in your eyes.

You became my great Eclipse;

You became my Midnight Sun!

I thought that I knew all the moons

But then you pulled me back to one.

Every Star became aligned,

And I did take it as a sign

The future was Brightness!

Everything became Brightness.

And then the Constellations cried

As fates and destinies were tied.

There was nothing but Brightness!

The most wonderful Brightness.

And if the Wishing Stars rain down,

I'll make them all into your crown.

You are my Brightness!

My most glorious Brightness.

Now when the Moon climbs through the sky

She will be dim next to your eyes;

You are my Brightness.

My beautiful Brightness.

[illustratus]

Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton

[carryoncastiel]

Wyll Ravengard is charisma king, he does not rehearse his romantic lines, his mind makes that shit up on the spot like it's nothing, see the light people!!!

[childrenofcain-if]

Has there been any instances where Mc and C did work together other than the fake baby thingy?

the science lab was filled with high schoolers scrambling to set up their projects, all of them either too caffeinated or not caffeinated enough for the stress of the prestigious state science fair in washington.

the tables were crammed with an impressive array of projects: models of volcanic eruptions, elaborate circuits blinking in synchronized colors, experiments with soil composition in tiny terrariums. but none of them held a candle to your table, and you knew it.

you worked quickly, your fingers deft as you adjusted the components of the intricate apparatus. the machine—an elegant contraption meant to demonstrate clean energy storage using solar capacitors—was you and C’s brainchild.

they had done the research, the design, the equations scribbled out with ruthless precision in their sharp handwriting. you’d handled the practical end of things: soldering wires, programming the software, ensuring that their theoretical masterpiece could actually, you know, work.

you didn’t notice the way C stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly, their posture as stiff as a statue’s. their chalcedony green eyes followed your every move like a hawk watching its prey, catching each adjustment you made, each tool you reached for.

finally, they cleared their throat. “you’re doing it wrong.”

you sighed without turning around, tightening a bolt on the panel. “good morning to you, too, lacroix. nice to see you’re in a supportive mood today.”

“supportive?” their voice had that sharp, clipped quality it always took on when they thought you were being deliberately obtuse. “i’d be supportive if you weren’t—” they made an exasperated noise, gesturing vaguely at the machine. “look, the angles on the solar panels are all wrong. the light’s not going to hit them efficiently like that. it’s basic geometry. i explained this to you yesterday.”

“okay,” you said evenly, glancing at them over your shoulder. “anything else?”

C blinked, their expression flickering into something almost like confusion. “you’re just... accepting it? like that?”

“well, yeah,” you said, shrugging. “you’re the brains behind this, aren’t you? if you’ve got more suggestions, i’m open to them.”

C suddenly seemed at a loss for words. the tips of their ears turned a faint pink, and they glanced away.

“well, i, uh...” they began, before scowling at you like it was somehow your fault they’d stumbled. “fine! move the reflector two inches to the left.”

you did as they asked, your motions slow and deliberate. “happy?”

“stop talking to me,” C snapped.

you blinked at them, incredulous. “you’re the one bossing me around!”

C ignored you, their nose tilting upward in that infuriatingly haughty way they’d perfected.

***

when the judges arrived at your school’s section, the air grew thick with anticipation. there were four of them—an engineer from spacex, a college professor from MIT, a tech startup CEO, and some local entrepreneur who had been introduced as a ‘philanthropist.’

they moved from table to table with an efficiency that made your stomach churn. you’d been rehearsing your answers for days, but there was something about the way they scribbled on their clipboards that made even your confidence waver.

but the presentation began smoothly enough, much to your relief. C handled the technical explanations, their voice steady and precise as they guided the judges through the intricacies of your design. you handled the broader picture, spinning a compelling narrative about its real-world applications.

but when the judges started asking questions, something shifted.

“so, who came up with the original concept?” the engineer asked, pen poised over her notepad.

“well,” you started, “it was—”

“me,” C interrupted, their green eyes glinting. “i developed the initial framework.”

you gave them an irritated look. “what they actually meant to say was that it was a joint effort.”

“sure,” C drawled sarcastically. “you jointly borrowed my calculations and then messed up the assembly two separate times.”

you bristled. “maybe if your diagrams weren’t as convoluted as your personality, i wouldn’t have had to ‘mess up’ anything.”

“convoluted? that’s rich, coming from someone who thought capacitors and resistors were interchangeable—”

“that was one time, and it only happened because you mislabeled them!”

the judges exchanged glances, two of them clearly trying not to laugh, the other two looking mildly alarmed.

“would you say you two work well together?” another judge ventured cautiously.

“oh, absolutely,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“can’t agree more,” C added, voice as flat as a table.

the judge raised an eyebrow, scribbling something down.

by the end of the presentation, both of you were red-faced and fuming, but the machine worked perfectly, and the judges seemed reluctantly impressed.

***

after the presentation, you and C sat side by side in the waiting area, the hum of chatter and distant applause filling the space. your hands rested in your lap, but when you shifted slightly, your fingers brushed against theirs. the accidental contact sent a jolt of heat up your arm, and you risked a glance at them.

C was staring angrily at the floor as if it had just demanded to drain their bank account, half of their face buried in the high collar of their dark green turtleneck. the tips of their ears had turned even more pink. their foot tapped against the floor in rapid, agitated beats.

when the winners were announced, your names rang out together, tethered like an inevitability.

you and C locked eyes, both startled, before standing up in unison. the applause was loud, but all you could focus on was the awkwardness of walking side by side to accept the award.

you still fell into step beside them, the trophy handed over in a flurry of handshakes and flashes from the crowd’s cameras.

the microphone passed between you two for the acceptance speech.

“we’d like to thank our school for supporting this project,” you began, glancing at C.

“and, of course, this wouldn’t have been possible without the cooperation of my... partner,” they added, their jaw tightening as if the words physically pained them to say.

you were tempted to laugh at how they looked like they were having a particularly bad case of indigestion, but managed to keep a straight face for the cameras.

***

after the ceremony, the two of you lingered near the refreshment table. C cleared their throat awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

“you did... good,” they muttered.

you cocked your head, thinking you misheard them. “what?”

“i said you did good,” they repeated, louder this time. “you didn’t embarrass us. much.”

you snorted. “thanks, i guess. you weren’t too bad yourself.”

C hesitated, their eyes darting to the trophy in their right hand as their other hand fidgeted with the edge of their aldervale prep blazer.

“you’re smart though,” they said finally, their voice softer than usual. “you would’ve won without me.”

the admission startled you. “was that... a real compliment?”

this time, C’s cheeks turned pink as well, and they huffed loudly, turning on their heel. “i’m leaving. and i’m taking the trophy.”

“wait, what?” you snapped out of your stupor and hurried after them. “that’s not fair, lacroix! we both won!”

“too bad, starkid,” C called over their shoulder, their tone maddeningly smug. “you want it? come and get it.”

you groaned, chasing them through the crowd. “lacroix, get back here!”

and for the first time all day, C’s smile was genuine enough for their dimples to show.

[sncinderdoodles]

Still obsessing over the OG hunger games books in the year 2023

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

there needs to be more lucy gray stuff on tumblr i swear 😭😭 it’s actually hurting me, im in love with her. anyways…could you write some fluff headcanons w lucy gray and a fem!reader pls? thx :)

I ❤️ Lucy Gray

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader (headcanons, fluff, romantic)

She is likely the type of person to not care if someone is a man or a woman. If she likes you, you're around her age, and you're kind, you might as well date

Before dating, she was very willing to drop hints. If there was a sign of interest you had in her, she took the opportunity

After dating, she is just as sweet as before, a bit toned down but still loving

Lucy Gray expects you to go to her shows, all of them if you can

Piggybacking off the last one, she'll write songs for and about you. They'll be ballads talking about your kindness and the things you give her

Roses are some of her favorite gifts, she loves the taste and they always smell good. Another good option is handmade gifts, letters, poems, hell, food is all she adores

If you give her poems, she is very willing to turn them into songs. But only sings them for you since they're special

She has sung to you and played the guitar for you. But in a cool way

She NEEDS to feel like she can trust you. She couldn't trust Billy Taupe and she couldn't trust anyone in the arena, so you still have time to prove to her that you're trustworthy

After the Games, violence was an absolute no in her life (it was a no before but it's absolute after everything). If you find a way to bring that brutality back into her life, she'll leave as quickly as she had come

If you get her gifts that are a bit expensive, she'll send you some goat cheese for free!

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To all that have requested before this post was, I’m working on several longer fanfics and plan to release the headcanons first then the full fanfics when I finish them!!

Link to my tbosas masterlist

[thoughtfulchaos773]

It's the camera movements, the close shots, and composition that make it look like a love montage from a John Hughes movie, and the angles that are fitting for an 80s ballad in the background

Also, I love that the close ups don't start until Carmy lays eyes on Sydney.

[fujiblackthorne]

coryo got her kicking her feet and twirling her hair 🤭

[my-adorable-fox]

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ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART

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“For anyone who has ever made a bad decision because of a broken heart.”

Evangeline Fox X Jacks of the Hollow

[slozhnos]

defeating seven evil exes? boring. singing me my favorite broadway ballads? fun and romantic. clear effort.

[vampirehizzies]

its the same story every damn time though, like no matter how impractical it is there's still always that same devastating and tragic scenario where they couldn't save their district partner and by snow's logic it shouldn't matter since in this dog-eat-dog world of the hunger games alliances/caring about another person is impossible. yet again and again you see some kid always watching someone he knew from home die and how it hurts him. and you see this pattern from three (probably more) different districts over 74 years - treech and lamina, haymitch and maysilee, cato and clove.

[starrynightsxo]

what I wouldn't give to have haymitch abernathy call me sweetheart 😭

[carcarrot]

you won't believe the amount of bad movies i can watch

[childrenofcain-if]

W and MC give such soulmates vibe 😭 Patrocles (W) and Achilles (MC), which ironic considering my MC has dark hair and W has the blonde hair but I digress.

Even if I'm saying all this, please don't actually turn them into a Greek tragedy 😔

um haha, what do you meeaaannnn? i’m obviously not gonna do that, everything is going to be fine and dandy in the end 😄 trust in me and i won’t steer you wrong 🫡

but it’s funny that you mention patrocles and achilles with W because that’s the myth on how their character and route came to be. i gave them achilles’s looks and patrocles’s general melancholic disposition so it’s surprising to see someone clock that, even if it was unintentional.

[writingthroughthenight]

"Feyre darling" this, "Feyre darling" that

Meanwhile, I'm stuck on: "I know, love. I'm going to take you somewhere safe"????