#it's such a heart breakingly beautiful song!!!

[fireessie]

I've been listening to Caves by Noah Kahan on repeat this whole day because it's such a heart breakingly beautiful song and I have such a desire to write a sad fic for it

[eldongunn]

Jeff Lynne's ELO ~ Telephone Line (Live at Wembley Stadium) June 24, 2017 heart-breakingly beautiful 1080p HD ( I'll just sit tight, thru shadows of the night, and let it ring forevermore ) song released 1976                                                                                                breathtaking

[neonradiation]

Album Review: 'Love Ting' by Chris Boddington

Key Quote: "Taking each track on their individual merit, I really rated them all highly".

Love Ting is released on 01-Mar-24 and so it was a pleasure to get early access to this collection of 9 songs...

1. Beyond Stars

What an opener! This track would be worthy of gracing either a Daft Punk or Air album. Chris employs some slick TripHop style production skills underneath the velvet vocals. By the end of the track, the chorus has its hooks into you. Musically and vocally, this one is right up my electronic street!

2. What We Have

Surprisingly, the 2nd song goes in a different direction from the first. I wouldn't describe it as Afrobeats exactly but it's definitely got those vibes on the percussion and vocal delivery - so what's not to like? However, the opening song still has the edge for me.

3. Just Us

The common thread between all the songs so far is the stripped back production skills which really let the vocals breathe. This one has an especially unusual percussion and the song builds throughout before finishing on some simple but effective piano chords. It has a similar overall chill vibe to the 1st track.

4. Turn Around

The lead vocals sit very nicely on top of this string and synth instrumentation. Initially the vocals play centre stage, but gradually, the ever changing instrumentation takes hold and ends up driving the song to the end.

5. Building Me Up

I love the vocal effects on this one over what is a very catchy synth riff. Some creative vocal sampling results in some many layered hooks on this song.

6. We'll Work It Out

We'll Work It Out washes over you like sea breeze on a sunny day. Some sublime guitar licks add to the heavenly bliss. I don't know if this qualifies as an instrumental as there's a choir in the mix, but it's a strong enough song without vocals.

7. The Start Of Tomorrow - The Wedding Of Russ & Sarah (feat. Evie)

A deeply personal stripped back piano-led song with heart-felt lyrics. Magical vocal delivery gives way to some family congratulatory messages which is a nice touch.

8. The Start Of Tomorrow - Honeymoon Edit (feat. Evie)

Loved-up dance version of the previous song with some interesting percussion and (long-awaited) deep bass.

9. Fly High (In Loving Memory Of Rhea)

I've had the pleasure of listening to this song before and I forgot how beautiful it sounds both lyrically and musically. Heart-breakingly personal words over a warm and effective piano and strings accompaniment.

Overall, there are some great songs on this album. Perhaps there are a few too many different vocal styles for it to be fully cohesive as a single body of work. But, in terms of taking each track on their individual merit, I really rated them all highly.

Chris Boddington Contact Details:

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/chrisboddington

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ChrisBodMusic

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Bandcamp: https://chrisboddington.bandcamp.com/album/love-ting-album-4-2024

[simulationcowboy]

this is the best thing ive ever made, my blog is cancelled

[azroazizah]

CHIBIVERB 2020!! @reverbmod​

Through The Border of Silence

Summary:

Soul, a pianist, had lost his hearing at an accident when he was fifteen. But he keeps playing, although people say his music is turning darker and darker by each passing day.

Now, he's twenty, and he works part time as a pianist in a little cafe. No one really cares. But hey, this pretty girl just walks to him and signs that his music is heart-breakingly beautiful. And little does he know that the girl had taken months of ASL classes because she wanted to tell him that in his language.

Together, a musician without hearing and a musically challenged poet, they try to weave a new song through the border of silence.

So proud I can finish this project, even tho I had to gave up on my original piece fsjdjhgdh school is tormenting me

Please be sure to check my awesome partners’ pieces as well and shower them with love, bc really, their works are nothing but beautiful!!

Beyond What Can Be Heard by @the-ace-place​ on AO3

Summary:

Ever since he lost his hearing at 15, Soul’s been struggling to find his purpose. Now 20, he’s been waiting for something in his life to change-- until a certain college student walks into his life, determined to find a way through the walls he’s carefully constructed over the years.

Maka is a poet looking for inspiration, instantly intrigued by the heartbreakingly beautiful music coming from her favorite cafe-- and she’s inexplicably drawn to its source, a mysterious deaf pianist haunted by his past.

Together, they struggle to break down barriers the other has built, each hoping to find the song within the other’s soul; together, they try to break through the border of silence.

No Sound Without Silence by @mufuuah​ on AO3

Summary:

After hearing a young man playing the piano in a cafe, Maka Albarn determines herself to become acquainted with him. His music fascinated her and she finds herself wanting to know why it seemed so sorrowful, but communication becomes a challenge when she learns that he is deaf. The man, Soul Evans, has accepted living in quiet, yet struggles to cope with the overwhelming feeling of desolation he often faces. Meeting Maka might mean a new turn for him, a new hope, and they work to help each other through the rocky waves and hardships that life may throw at them.

kayyyy that’s it from zi, happy quiches y’all!!

[ericbrandonrp]

Top 5: Favourite Hans Zimmer tracks of all time ✨

Put “top 5” anything in my ask and I’ll answer!

@youngprofessorx / @warrioroflondonbelow

// Dude. You know how many scores the man made??? asldfkjsdf Okay. We can do it. Just. Five...

1, Elysium/Honor Him/Now We Are Free - Gladiator

Cause...honestly. It's one song, isn't it? Kinda. This one just...it's so heart-breakingly beautiful.

2, Final Ascent - No Time To Die

Gosh, this song is...it's a real killer. I mean, the scene itself is already so...well. The song then...even without seeing the scene you know what's going on. Unfortunately I can't listen to it that often because I cry. Literally. Every single time. No song before has managed to do that.

3, Time - Inception

The way it is increasing? Beautiful! Also every time I listen to it I can see Hans Zimmer in front of me, playing it on the piano. That was such a wonderful experience! The way he was playing it was just...magnetising!

4, Under the Stars - The Lion King

For...sentimental and very personal reasons.

5, Chevaliers de Sangreal / Life Must Have Its Mysteries - The DaVinci Code / Inferno

It's basically the same song, just in different variants. I love them both. Can't decide which version is better, honestly!

[thebookluvrr1816]

What kinds of books do u like to read abd can you recomkend me some known and unknown books?

Thank you!

Anon you literally asked me about my favorite topic ever(probably apart from Merlin) I love you so much <3 I'll rec you some of my favorites! :D

Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter is my childhood 🥺  If you haven’t read the series, do give it a try!

Rick Riordan’s books :D if you’re into mythology I strongly recommend reading :

Percy Jackson (Greek mythology)

Heroes of Olympus (Roman and Greek mythology)

Kane Chronicles (Egyptian mythology)

Magnus Chase (Norse mythology)

The Trials of Apollo

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller (Romance + Greek mythology)

I’ve got to warn you though, TSOA will break your heart into tiny little pieces. You’ll need lots of tissues for this :))

ANYTHING BY CASSANDRA CLARE 

The Mortal Instruments

The Infernal Devices

The Dark Artifices

AND TONS MORE. HER BOOKS ARE AMAZING. 

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE - Jane Austen (If you’re in the mood for an enemies to lovers au ; classical style this is the book for you :D) (This is one of my all time favorites and I used to carry a battered copy of it with me wherever I went.)

Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

(This list would not be complete without the greatest detective of all time) (PS: I love him)

Books by Khaled Hosseini (heart breakingly beautiful)

The Kite Runner

And the Mountains Echoed

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Books by Dan Brown (THRILLERS/MYSTERIES/conspiracies)

goodness I love his books so much. Especially The Da Vinci Code. :) and Origin

 Divergent (series of 4 books) (post-apocalyptic/ dystopian) by Veronica Roth (the nostalgia I’m feeling rn is.............)

BOOKS BY JOHN GREEN

John Green’s THE FAULT IN OUR STARS (Read at your own risk. Will reduce you to a crying mess)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

(IT’S IN MY TO-READ LIST) :D

some more recs :

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot (another series I enjoyed)

Books by Nicholas Sparks (personal favourite : A Walk to Remember) (will break your heart :))))

Roald Dahl’s books (I personally think his books are timeless :D)

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs (fantasy <3) (Wonderful book)

The Host by Stephanie Meyer (romance) (loved it)

ME BEFORE YOU by Jojo Moyes (romance) (this.book.wrecked.me) (but I love it SO MUCH) (ALL TIME FAVORITE)

The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini. (it has dragons so I love it to bits)

That is all for now :D @my lovely followers, feel free to add your favorite books to this list! I’d love to see more recs <3

Also dear anon, do send me an ask if you want to know more about books of a specific genre.(sci fi/fantasy/romance or anything :D)

Have a lovely day!

[rocksinmuffin]

i don’t know if you’ve written jazz and prowl as monsterformers before, but would you mind writing about a human reader getting into a poly relationship with them, however you think it would happen?

I know you said monsterformers and I don’t know if that’s its own separate thing but I’m defaulting to cryptidformers because it’s what I know and basically the same thing.

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It’s the song that draws you in. Soft and eerie and heart-breakingly beautiful.

It’s hard to describe the music, to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes it so haunting, so inviting. The notes make a sound that you know no human vocal chords are capable of replicating yet somehow you know that it’s not an instrument. It’s sad and sweet and sounds like home and you want to find the person singing it so bad your entire body aches for it.

You know it’s not smart; to leave the relative safety of your campsite and the roaring fire and your friends softly dozing in their tents to wander deeper and deeper into the woods, but you do. You want to find the source of the song. You need to. And you feel your legs moving under you as you singlemindedly follow the sound.

Your legs carry you until your feet are sore from rocks and brush to a hollowed out tree with gnarled branches that hang low. Your knees bend and your arms move in front of your face to shield your eyes and swipe the leaves out of your way so you can duck your head and crawl inside where the song is loudest.

“There you are,” says a voice that sounds the way warm bread smells, how honeysuckle tastes, how warm arms feel when they wrap around you in an embrace. The song has petered out to a low, soothing hum that reverbates in a steady constant rhythm even as the voice continues to speak. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

You hope you haven’t kept them waiting long, you think, but your mouth doesn’t move to form the words. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, the rest of your body too, and and it feels like your heels are rooting themselves in the earth.

“They smell like other humans. They weren’t alone,” says another voice, sharp and harsh. For a moment, it breaks through the soft thrum of the song and you see a flash of face that is not quite human, lips set in a frown and sharp teeth poking out and pupils like slits. “We can’t eat them.”

Arms wrap around you from behind, hand like a claw running along your scalp, and your mind fuzzes back over as the song hums and vibrates against your back.

“I went through all the trouble of bringing them here and now you’re not even going to eat?” There’s a chuckle, litlting and playful, as fingers continue to card through your hair. “So ungrateful. I thought you were hungry.”

“Not hungry enough to want to deal with a search party in the morning.”

They’re casually talking about eating you. You should be terrified and, distantly, you are. You can feel the fear festering, pooling inside like ice in your veins, but the horror of the situation doesn’t fully register. You hear the words but your brain can’t fully process them, everything too foggy and warm and dream-like.

“Aren’t you a lucky one?” says the gentle voice like a song, one last brush of fingers through your hair that feels almost tender, like something short of longing. Then the song starts up again so loud it makes your eardrums sting and your brain throb inside your skull and when you open your eyes you’re back at your campsite, fire burned out and sun beginning to rise and your friends the only sound for miles. It would be easy to attribute the previous night and the remaining fogginess of your head to a nightmare if not for the blisters on your feet.

You come back two days later with a backpack stuffed full with supplies. It’s hard to say exactly why. You can’t hear the song anymore but you still feel its pull, the pretty promise of comfort and safety and warmth.

“You’re back,” say two voices simultaneously, one pleasant and ringing like music, the other annoyed and dripping with distaste.

You’re face to face with the same creatures from your nightmare. They look human but something about them feels off; when you squint your eyes you catch glimpses of something monstrous—fangs and claws and glowing eyes—but doing so for too long puts a strain on your eyes and gives you a headache.

“They shouldn’t have remembered us,” says the one with the scowl, turning from you to focus on his companion.

“Maybe they’re just special,” says the one with the smile, expression playful, and you can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. His smile only widens at the derisive snort from his companion before he turns his full attention to you. “The people we let go don’t typically return. So what are we going to do with you now?”

“You lure people here because you’re hungry, right?” You don’t wait for an answer, unzipping your backpack and turning it over to dump out an assortment of junk food all over the ground. You grab a bag of beef jerky and toss it their way, the one with the smile catching it effortlessly. “If I bring you food, you won’t need to eat people, right?”

“Did you consider, perhaps, that we enjoy eating humans?” says the one with the scowl. 

The thought had crossed your mind but you chose not to linger on it.

“We let you go once when you were here with other people. What chance do you think you have that we’ll let you go again now that you’ve come here all by yourself?”

“Hush, Prowl,” says the smiling one, stuffing a strip of beef jerky into Prowl’s mouth. “If you intended to eat them you wouldn’t give them a warning first. No need to scare them.”

“Jazz...” Prowl growls a warning, staring his partner down. The smiling one—Jazz—just continues to beam at him. Eventually Prowl turns away, looking indignant as he chews.

Jazz turns his beaming smile back to you. “If food is brought to us, then we have no need to hunt,” he says, bringing up your earlier offer. “If you agree to keep us fed, we promise we won’t lure another soul here.”

And so, every week, you come to them with food. Mostly foods that come from convenience stores and fast food drive through windows but, judging by the way Prowl licks at the grease left behind in his burger wrapper with a tongue that is too long and slender to be human, you don’t think they mind.

It’s difficult to determine when exactly your relationship took a turn towards the romantic. It’s something that grows gradually but constantly, like your nails or your hair. You don’t notice a difference from one day to the next until suddenly it’s been over six months and your hair is falling in your eyes as you rest in Jazz’s lap, leading your head back against his chest as he hums, thumb rubbing circles into your hip. You don’t bat an eye when Prowl settles by your side once his meal is finished. And if you pull back when he runs his fingers along your scalp it’s only because they are still dirty with crumbs.

[tenderfantasy]

sometimes i wanna cry when i realize i’m in a happy healthy commited relationship with someone i full heartedly love and they love me just as much and it’s like a cry of relief it’s like wow this has been all i’ve ever wanted and dreamed of for so long and i finally have it and it just feels so unreal and everything else in my life could be completely miserable but the fact that they’re by my side makes every moment of my life feel so worth it like it feels as if all this terrible shit i’ve went through led me to this so devastatingly heart breakingly beautiful person and i would do everything over exactly the same over and over again so i can land in their arms each time i never thought i’d find this and i can’t ever let it go now that i have it. i wish there was a stronger word for love. what i feel for them is more than love it has to be love is too simple for us. i finally understand every single love song

[bartolomeo-the-cannibal]

Ace!!

thank you :’) (though now im sad cause ace)

send me a character and i'll answer:

song: “Don’t Lie” - Vampire Weekend

“It's the last time running through snow Cos the fire can't last and the winds are cold I want to know - does it bother you? The low click of a ticking clock There's a lifetime right in front of you“

headcanon: ace would talk constantly about his brothers to anyone who might listen, “OH DUDE! This one time Sabo was being chased by-” “we know this one, Ace!”

otp:  ace/life? ace/happiness? acesan?

notp: i never got ace/marco, dont hate it, just don’t get it

favourite platonic relationship: well ASL of course.

favourite thing about them: how heart-breakingly polite he was as an adult. :’)

something i don't like about this character: oh...you know...

my favourite moment with them in the series: i hate that i love this, but i find his death really beautiful. i also love him and luffy catching up in alabasta

[jlf23tumble]

Hey Jen! I love seeing everyone doing monthly fic recs but yours are my favourite! I know I'm sending this three days early but I can't wait!! x

Yes, I love that!! I’m a bit of a date stickler, so I sat on this one until the very last day, but here’s a mixed bag of things that I read this month and loved...hope they work for you, too!

500 Words of Harry Styles, by haemophilus/ @they-them-pigeon, One Direction, Harry Styles/various pairings, 1.5k. These 3 works are 500 words each, and, like...how??? What kinda sorcery! They’re all perfect mini worlds, w/ gorgeous explorations of Harry and gender and pairings you wouldn’t expect yet totally work.

Heartstrings, by @vondrostes, One Direction, Harry Styles/Sarah Jones, 2.6k. This one totally gave me the Mulder/Scully vibes of some my very fave fics in that pairing, idk why, but brb, gotta jump into some old fic servers.

Here to Take My Medicine, by Throwthemflowers/ @hazzabeeforlou, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 3.7k. U know what? I totally buy the concept of Harry reading goop and Louis going along with it (bonus points for unexpected yet totally welcome daddy kink).

go as slow as you want, by whensheflies/ @choface, One Direction, Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw, 5k. Most gryles fic, especially lately, is steeped in angst, but not this one! A touch of it, sure, but sweet, sexi, AND tender gender? Sign my ass up for more!

Sweet Baby, by jishler, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 5.4k. It’s harder and harder to find these days, but I’m always down for some good old-fashioned kink discovery, X Factor house era, and this was sweet and hot, perfect combo.

let me be yours, by @louhearted, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 6.6k. Canon Girl Direction is always a win, but this one features pube talk, too? Huge bonus points for daddy kink, not enough of that, if you ask me (and you didn’t, but there you go).

More of a Comment Than a Question, by abrighteryellow/ @a-brighter-yellow, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 8.7k. I know this wasn’t what the author intended, but I am missing all the fan convention stuff that isn’t going to happen this year, and this story perfectly captured it, so thank you AGAIN!

in its lonely and ramshackle head, by objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain, The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, 9.8k. The only thing I know of this movie is the hilarious write-up Phoenix and Blake crafted, but it doesn’t matter, this fic is so beautiful! A five times with so much pining and yearning, beautiful!

bathed in blue light, by delgay, Star Wars Sequel, Poe Dameron/Finn, 17k. The lengths I go through to avoid all things Reylo means the pickings can be slim in this fandom, but this felt like a callback to the heady days of early 2016, sigh.

Harriet and Louise, by blake/ @newleafover, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 28k. Words fail me, I was lucky enough to see this before it went up, to yell in the google doc, the long-awaited regency Girl Direction fic does NOT disappoint, so gorgeous!!! Massive hugs to the hero who commissioned it!

The Stars Look Very Different Today, by @kingsofeverything, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 43k. Easily my fave so far in the big bang pack, but here’s some real talk, I love it when Lauren writes space fic.

I’m gonna jump on my soapbox here for a quick sec and tell you that you don’t have to reblog this fic rec list if you don’t wanna, liking it for further reference is okay by me if you aren’t comfortable, but PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD leave kudos and comments on fics for authors. Read a wip and cheerlead the author along and revel in the heart-stopping thrill of receiving an ao3 email. I’m blessed *regularly* by all the ones I’m subscribed to, but these two were my absolute faves this month:

Say Something, by @kingsofeverything, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 6 chapters//27 chapters in. Look, I’m gonna level with you, I had some high expectations for this one (50YO omega Harry hooking up with 28YO alpha Louis, eventual mpreg, lactation, and everything else in those tags), and in just six chapters, I wanna yell with how much I love it, talk about dreams surpassed!

Leave a Voicemail after the Song, by @vondrostes, One Direction, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 13 chapters// ??? chapters. Okay, this is on Patreon for now, it might jump to ao3 down the road, but for the low price of $1/month, you too can get a weekly update to in the heart-breakingly BEAUTIFUL companion to Terran’s epic Call Answered (which *is* on ao3), this time from Harry’s POV. It hurts so good, especially at this point in the story, god.

[remijaecrowley]

Feed the Hunger

Just a short fic of our favorite bumbling boys and one trickster of a succubus Bard. Song lyrics from “Animal” covered by Chase Holfelder. Listen to it and imagine it being sung in that style by a female and you got my succubus. XD

Geralt grumbled as he had to push his way through the crowded tavern, that Jaskier had BEGGED him to bring him to, to reach the bar, tossing down a few coins and holding up two fingers to the Barkeep for two pints of ale. The barkeep nodded when he saw the Witcher, quickly sliding two large pints to Geralt before scooping the coins off the bar and dropping them in his apron pocket.

Geralt nodded in thanks before turning and muscling his way through the crowd again, holding the mugs high above the heads of the humans that had packed the small tavern house. He didn't get what was so impressive to have this many humans gather for a bard, but he knew his own Bard was thrumming with excitement over getting to hear this particular Trobairitz. The Witcher had to listen to the Bard's excited babbling all the way to Toussaint. While he loved his little songbird, sometimes, he had to fight the urge to strangle the Bard just for a moment of peace and quiet when Jaskier got wound up over something.

The Witcher made his way through the crowd to his Bard, who had taken up residence at a small table as close to the stage as he could get. Geralt watched Jaskier for a moment, before the bard noticed his Witcher was watching him. The Bard's nervous, excited energy made the bard seem to vibrate in his seat. The Witcher rolled his eyes as he slammed a mug in front of the Bard on the table, causing Jaskier to jump, letting out a very undignified squeak.

"Fuck! Geralt! Stop startling me like that, you big burly bastard! Had me thinking one of the locals was trying to take our seats for a second there...and I will fight anyone who tries it....well, more likely yell loudly til they either give up or you come and scruff them." The bard harrumphed at first, though ending his conniption with a grin that made the Witcher roll his eyes again. Geralt hmmm'ed at the Bard as he settled himself in his chair, not liking being so out in the open, much preferring to be in a corner of the room with two sides guarded by walls, so as to make being on guard easier. He definitely did NOT like having his back to the crowd, so the only table he and the Bard could finally agree on where the Bard would have a good view and the Witcher felt it was a bit easier to defend was off to the left of the stage, Geralt able to set his back to a column at least.

Jaskier took a long sip off his Ale, leaning over toward Geralt to murmur," The show should be starting soon. I wonder what this new bard's schtick is? We all have one. Mine is singing songs of the adventures of the White Wolf..."the bard grinning at Geralt, "Others do dancing or whatever. For this bard to be THIS popular, they must have one hell of a...." the Bard's words trailing off as the crowd around them started to cheer as a woman stepped out on the stage.

Both men had seen some surreal beauties in their travels, but this woman even made the magically enhanced beauty of Yennefer pale ever so slightly. Skin that gleamed as if dusted with honey powder, hair that hung to her waist that shone like the darkest rubies, and eyes....well, the eyes were what struck Jaskier hard, having him elbowing the Witcher sharply and his whispered, "Her eyes, Geralt! Her eyes....they are like yours!"

Geralt grunted at the elbow, giving the Bard a glare that would make lesser men quail in fear. All Jaskier did was roll his eyes and whisper, "Yes, yes, scary face. I KNOW, Giralt."

The Songstress laughed softly at the cheering, her laughter like crystal bells ringing through the room. She bowed to her audience and grinned playfully. "Good eve, my darlings! Thank you all for coming to my modest concert. I am your humble Bard, Ilana. May my songs be found pleasing and your hearts...and coin purses, opened!" The crowd chuckled at her comment about coin purses as she nodded to her musicians to start playing. Soon, her voice rang out, weaving a spell over the patrons of happiness and joy as she sang of epic battles won, lovers united, and destiny. The crowd had quieted down as she started singing, unlike when Jaskier would do his little impromptu shows while he and the Witcher were on the road. Jaskier felt a little jealous, but at the same time, he couldn't truly be jealous. He felt too happy to feel jealousy at the moment and he was enjoying this feeling.

Geralt, on the other hand, was frowning. The only frown in the packed tavern and he was frowning because his medallion was vibrating against his chest. The Songstress took note, a small smirk playing on her lips as she finished a song, the crowd cheering happily. She held up a hand to ask for quiet and the audience settled down for her as she spoke,"I see we have a hero in our midst, my darlings. The famed Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf Witcher is here. I think it would be a perfect time for me to sing one of my new songs, in honor of our hero, don't you think?"

The crowd cheered louder at the idea and Geralt's eyes narrowed, a low growl escaped him as he went to make a grab for Jaskier. The fact his medallion was dancing a jig against his chest meant to Songstress wasn't human and was something that could use it's voice to control people.  A siren, or maybe a succubus of some sort, though he wasn't sure and the fact he wasn't sure made him feel uneasy. He wanted to get Jaskier and himself out of there NOW, before she started to sing again.

He tried to make a grab for the bard, but found himself unable to move. a thunderous look crossed the Witcher's face as he struggled to move, but he felt pinned to the seat, the golden cat eyes of the Songstress were on him, as if she was pinning him with her very gaze. He grunted, trying to move, only managing a fidget in his seat. Jaskier was so enraptured with the Songstress, he wasn't even noticing that his friend was trying to get his attention.

The Musicians started playing the next tune , the music soft and slow as Ilana opened her mouth and the first dulcet words dripped from her lips.

Here we go again I kinda wanna be more than friends So take it easy on me I'm afraid you're never satisfied....

The words wiggle into the Witcher's mind, trying to strip him of his years of honed willpower. The words tickled at the thoughts he'd been supressing for a long while now. He couldn't give into those feelings. If he did.....if he did, Jaskier would be hurt possibly and that thought made a feeling he didn't feel very often rear up. Fear.

Ilana kept singing while the Witcher glared at her, a smirk pulling at her lips as she knew her spell was worming it's way into the Witcher, despite his years of training and his mutations, even a Witcher had a hard time fighting a succubus who sang as sweetly as a siren.

Oh, oh I want some more Oh, oh What are you waitin' for? Take a bite of my heart tonight Oh, oh I want some more Oh, oh What are you waitin' for? What are you waitin' for? Say goodbye to my heart tonight

Jaskier glances at Geralt, finally noticing the Witcher hadn't grunted or moved in a bit, noticing now that the Witcher was in a locked eye match with the Songstress singing, as if she was serenading the Witcher. OF COURSE. She wanted a piece of Geralt, but then, he was a terribly handsome man so Jaskier couldn't blame her. At the same time though, a spark of jealously flickered in the Bard's heart as his gaze moved from Witcher to Singer and back again.

The music takes on a stronger beat, more insistent as Ilana sings, her body swaying to the rhythm on her song, her golden eyes never leaving the Witcher's face, the smirk on her lips as she sang growing wider as she saw the Witcher's eyes start to glaze over. Good....her spell was working and soon he would give into his desires, which was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to pounce, maul, devour the one he desired, to release all that tasty, tasty repressed and pent up energy in him. She didn't understand why he would deny himself something he desired, something that would bring him pleasure, but then, her skill set was perfect for this. Tempt, tease, bring her prey to the point of begging for it, then releasing them on their heart's desire, feeding off the energy as the lust was consummated.

Here we are again I feel the chemicals kickin' in It's gettin' heavier I wanna run and hide I wanna run and hide....

Oh, she knew the Witcher wanted to escape. She could feel him resisting. The more they resist, the more delicious the final result. She poured all her power into her words, knowing it would leak over to the rest of the audience and....yeah, there might be a few affairs this evening, or a few new surprise babies to be had, but she wanted to feed off the Witcher. She would make him submit to his desires. She hadn't lost a battle of wills like this before and she didn't plan on it tonight.

.......And I won't be denied by you The animal inside of you!

Jaskier actually growled a little himself at the lyrics, realizing they were aimed at his Witcher and that spark of jealousy was slowly being fanned into a flame. First he had to deal with Yennefer's claim on Geralt and now this...this...this singing hussy was trying to seduce Geralt in front of the whole damn audience with him sitting right next to the Witcher! Though....he had to admit, the words made him a bit tingly...thinking of Geralt...wanting to be more than just his best friend. He'd wanted to be more pretty much since day bloody one with the blasted dense man, but Geralt always kept him at arms length.....unless he was injured, or it was cold, or he needed to shake some sense into the Bard.

The tune dipped low and quiet again as Ilana sang, her voice nearly heart breakingly sweet.

Hush, hush, the world is quiet Hush, hush we both can't fight it It's us that made this mess Why can't you understand? Oh, I won't sleep tonight...

Geralt's eyes shifted from Ilana to the bard next to him. The words echoing through his thoughts, "Hush, hush, we both can't fight it...." Why HAD he been fighting something that he wanted so much that just looking at the bard made his loin ache and his chest tighten? Why was he denying something that they both obviously wanted, just that Geralt was being a stubborn bastard and not wanting to have someone else feeling bound to him. He knew if he gave into this...this want, this longing for the Bard that he had been fighting, Jaskier would be bound to him as tightly if not more so than Yennefer was. That thought terrified the Witcher. He didn't want to bind the human to him but if he gave into his hunger, his desire, he wouldn't let Jaskier go ever again.

The music grows louder, faster, as Ilana's voice rings out, her arms extended out, hands grasping out to the audience, towards Geralt, her words burrowing into the Witcher, making that iron will crack under the assault of her power, her demand that he give into his desires, that he give into her command to give himself over, to be free.

Oh, oh, I want some more Oh, oh, What are you fighting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight. Oh, oh, I want some more! Oh, oh, What are you fighting for! What are you fighting for?

The songstress' eyes slid shut as she felt it. She felt that iron will snap under the demand of "What are you waiting for? What are you fighting for?", a devilish grin stretched across her lips as her golden eyes fell on the Witcher, watching him launch himself up from his chair finally as the audience around him cheered for the song. A smug look graced the singer's face as she watched the Witcher grab his Bard next to him and yank him to his feet. Ohho! This was not what she was expecting at all! The smug look grew into a huge grin as she watched the Witcher manhandle his Bard out of the stage area and muscle him up the stairs.

Ilana took in a deep, deep breath, the grin on her face wouldn't go away now. She could feel the energy flowing over the inn/tavern in thick waves. She was suddenly glad humans couldn't sense lust, desire, and love like she could. There might have been an all out orgy at that point with the energy coming from the room somewhere upstairs where a Witcher finally gave into his heart's desire and his Bard was thinking it was about fucking time!

[elinaline]

13, 14 & 22 from the soft ask list? Also a quick reminder that I love you so freaking much and I'm so glad we're friends 💚

Jtm ma grande j'espère que tu te reposes bientôt

13. What's my ideal summer aesthetics ?

Knowing summer starts when you're woken up one morning by the Eid songs and seeing so many happy people in the streets, breezy mornings where you're woken up by birds, warm afternoon by the pool or the ocean eating stuff that you cooked with your friends, warm juicy sun-filled cherry tomatoes that explode in your mouth when you bite them, having dinner way too late to watch the stars together, my neighbours' cat entering my room through the window in the middle of the night to steal some cuddles, the sound of the wind going through mountains and a sense of peace watching the cities in the valley that look so small from up here

Basically my usual lazy, laughter and hike filled summer holidays

14. Talk about one of your most cherished childhood memories

In middle school I was severely bullied but I also found a small group of weirdoes who accepted me, and we'd spend every summer holidays camping in the garden of one who was living nearby. They had about seven cats, their mom made the absolute best fucking cookies I've ever had, we'd watch movies, eat candy, talk all night long and wake up at noon completely covered in mosquito bites as the fuckers reproduced in the tranchées between the vines just nearby (Bordeaux rpz)

I basically cut contact with most of the people in the group, still occasionally talk to that one with the cats but we don't really know each other anymore. I've grown enough that I've gone through all steps of grief regarding these friendships and now these memories are just really warm and important to me

22. What do I like most about nature ?

Just the... The completeness of it I guess. How everything makes sense, not in a "it was thought through" way, and more in a "everything finds its place", and so do I. It just makes sense, and it's so fucking heart breakingly beautiful in it's complex simplicity

[imaginebeatles]

Real Love is a heart-breakingly beautiful song and people don’t talk about it enough

[monstaxardeur]

Warnings: Mature

Hyungwon put on those silly looking magical girl glasses that you had picked out for him, cute pink and floral designs decorated it's edges with a delicate golden chain around his neck. "I look so silly." He had said looking at his reflection in the mirror while you sweetly giggled, "I'm buying it for myself then." You had heart eyes for that little thing and Hyungwon noticed it, he noticed you. You had dragged him to that little shop for it had recently opened and it was packed with a lot of cute things. Despite Hyungwons taste differing he still looked like he belonged there, wearing a soft sweater and donning the 80s fluffy curly hair, all neutral pastel shades, he had melted your heart in a new way. As you browsed around more the store owner's radio switched songs and everything started to feel different without him even knowing.

She looks like a blue parrot

Would you come fly to me?

He had been avoiding tapping into that side of his mind knowing his reasonings would stop and emotions would take over, it seemed a little too late and a little too unfair but his feelings for you grew slowly and steadily, growing into a comforting solace. His eyes trailed your presence from between the aisles lined with small plushies and colorful umbrellas. He noticed how you tip toed to reach something that caught your eye and he was by your side within an instant easily grabbing the pastel colored hardbound book you had liked. He may have complained about you boring him with the shopping but you two had been friends long enough for it to not matter to you and so you dragged him anyway. If he were quiet honest though he liked to be known as the one who you dragged even for the most mundane things to do. He was too lost in his thoughts noticing your childlike joy at purchasing the things you loved, but you looked around perhaps having forgotten something and he took that chance to quickly buy a little berret for you as a gift, a little winter bear.

Imagine your face

Say hello to me

'Til all the bad days

They're nothing to me

With you

It was raining again, guess it was the season, there was no thunder storm just soft patter of gradual rain. Except at home in the cozy confines the tension had grown so subtle and yet so inevitable. He got swayed to his emotions but was filled with a sense of contentment when your response had been nothing short than the sweetest most gentle passion. It felt a little awkward at first as if you two were kids who were still figuring out life back in highschool, his towering height only added to the clumsyness when he had leaned closer to feel your lips on his own. A part of him was still cautious but then surely and slowly he realized there was no reason to hold back and when he deepened the kiss leaving you breathless at his touch, you held on to him as if for dear life, as if you didn't want to miss even a second of his love bestowed upon you, as if you were scared it would all vanish into nothingness and you'd be left a little heart broken at the disappearing mirage. He was so gentle with you but not because he was worried about handling you but because the love he felt was too overbearing to handle, the weight of it lead him to take his sweet time to make sure he didnt suffocate you. Because he just really wanted to make love to you in that moment and nothing else. You had a shy yet strong resolve, only the softest whimpers escaped your bruised lips and nothing more but he was determined to pleasure you until you were left shaking and covered in his love pleasure. His slender fingers weaved into your messed up hair and traced your blissed out face as he moved in you, a little more deeper and a lot more faster. He touched forheads with you and his sinful little pleasured groans left your mind numbed with the sweetest pleasure pooling inside, your vision blurred and you were sure you saw stars when you hid your face into his neck. It all came down with a flooding wave of pleasure but he stayed between your legs a little longer, just to hold you so vulnerable and exposed and raw before him. He could see now you truly were filled with so much love to give and maybe a lot more of that love was reserved just for him, maybe even all of it for him. Love had arrived at his doorstep in the most mundane ways and brought him down to earth from the fast paced glamorous life he lived, where he had had seen love and lust so deep and yet so heart breakingly beautiful and painful. This felt different, this felt like an anchor and he found himself holding you closer, scared he would lose you and your sincerity to the harshness of the world he had seen.

Winter bear

Ooh, ooh, ooh

He came back home exhausted from a very sudden work meeting, as much as he didn't want to leave you alone, he had to go but you were at his place and he promised you he'd come back soon and make up for lost time. You assured him with endless soft kisses that you peppered onto him, that you understood and that it was okay. He came back to a very well kept apartment, it was habitual how you always helped clear up the mess you two would make, but it felt more heartfelt now, felt like you belonged to live in with him. He stepped into the bedroom and his heart almost leaped out of his cage seeing you had stayed considering how late he had been, and that you were asleep in the soft covers of his bed. You wanted to be enveloped in his scent and so you wore his shirt too, the soft cotton of his white button down drowning you in it.

Looks like a winter bear

You sleep so happily

He smiled feeling like he was the luckiest man to be alive to feel such emotions and he wasted no time in changing and getting under the covers right next to you. He spooned you pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into you and he slept into the sweet induced slumber your presence gave him.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Sleep like a winter bear

moodsong: winter bear by v

[veryfaintveryhuman]

“Strange how I fit into you / There’s a distance erased with the greatest of ease / Strange how you fit into me / A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs”

• ATONEMENT | dedicated to @smashing-teacups and her heart-breakingly beautiful fanfic of the same name •

1. At This Point In My Life - Tracy Chapman || 2. Eric’s Song - Vienna Teng || 3. How the Day Sounds - Greg Laswell || 4. Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin || 5. Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons || 6. Distance - Christina Perri || 7. I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping At Last || 8. Sky Blue and Black (Acoustic) - Jackson Browne || 9. Your Beating Heart - Brendan James || 10. No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine || 11. Colorblind - Counting Crows || 12. Rescue - Lauren Daigle || 13. Rose of Sharon - Mumford & Sons || 14. Since You’ve Been Around - Rosie Thomas || 15. Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars || 16. Everything - Lifehouse || 17. 18th Floor Balcony - Blue October || 18. Cherry Wine - Hozier || 19. Turning Page - Sleeping At Last || 20. Moondust - Jaymes Young || 21. [Bonus Wedding Track] Who We Are - Tristan Prettyman || 22. [Bonus Wedding Track] Arithmetic - Brook Fraser 

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