#listen to some music and relax

[bibannana]

Echo *lounging on his bunk listening to some music*: Y'know this genre doesn't really vibe with me.

Tup *leans over and changes the channel*: Let's give this a whirl.

Fives *top-half dangling off of his bunk over Echo*: Did you know that genres are just the different fonts of music?

Jesse *covers his face with his pillow*: Please for the love of-

Hardcase *gasps and sits up*: You're right!

Fives *smug*: Of course I am-

Echo *yanks on Fives' arm, sending him smacking into the floor*: No.

Kix *just trying to relax*: I hate it here.

Taglist: @soliloquy-of-nemo @staycalmandhugaclone @sexy-rex @nekotaetae @jiabae (If I forgot anyone I am so sorry, it's been awhile)

[inkly-heart]

I need to know what kind of music Leevi listens to, it makes me so curious

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[nedwardcore]

i love all the empty accounts on the instagram that crawled out of the dark just to like and comment on the new bts video

i have one too lol, we're not bots we're just shy ok

this is an introvert-heavy fandom

we're active here on tumblr where it's safe

[solomons-poison]

Still thinking of slow dancing with Lucifer to his vinyl records, just pressed close to him as he slowly rocks with you. Gloves are off for once, his hand just stroking your back or the back of your head, maybe even humming along so that his chest rumbles against you 🥺

[microwave-core]

Soft Light

Cogita x Reader

I rise from the ashes bringing offers. Cogita simps, come get your food.

Cogita has lived a long life. That much is obvious enough. But, truth be told, her many years have not been the most eventful. One may think that being somewhat immortal would be exciting, and yet here she was, having lived most of her life at her Ancient Retreat, her only companions being the Bringer of Spring and that nuisance of a merchant.

Does she regret living in near-complete isolation, letting the years pass her by? Maybe. She wasn’t quite sure, honestly. Remaining in one place seemed like the most logical thing she could do to fulfill her life’s mission, which did prove fruitful in the end. The Ancient Retreat was the best place she could call home. Her house small and cozy, the surrounding flora and fauna perpetually painted in autumn’s hues, the quiet stillness… The only thing it lacked was company, but she was fine being on her own.

She was fine on her own. She was fine. Really. Even if the company did sound nice at times. Perhaps it was just sunk cost fallacy, she would think, that returning to regular society would mean her years of self-inflicted isolation would have amounted to nothing. Besides, living around others would mean eventually explaining her prolonged existence, explaining why she continued to live as those around her continued to pass.

For so long, she was content with her occasional visitors, along with the memories she had clung onto for years. Memories of towns and people, surrounded by others. They were never filled with companions, per say, or blossoming relationships of any kind. Merely strangers, who were all most certainly long gone from the world.

These memories were old, many generations having passed. It did make her think, however, not just about those people’s lives, but also where their descendants, if any, were in the world. What they were like, and if their ancestors were remembered, even if just by name. It was a nice distraction, a good way to pass the limitless time.

Cogita isn’t quite sure what gets her thinking of such things, it simply comes upon her at times, when reflecting on the past. Sitting in her garden, tea in hand, a subtle chill running through the air, she ponders about her life, how all her past actions have led up to where she is now. Not reflections filled with regret, an emotion that, while once feeling quite strongly, had long since fizzled out, but rather curiosity. 

She’s merely interested in how the world has changed over the course of her life. About the people she had encountered, even if just by sight. While she herself had recently changed, having completed her life’s mission and slowly coming out of her shell a tad, she has still missed so many happenings in the world. It’s only natural to wonder how exactly the world had changed since the time she left it that led to it’s current state in the present.

Nowadays, she doesn't need to replay old memories to feel what it was like to be around people. Jubilife wasn’t too far away, and she had come and gone more times then she could count since the Gods of Time and Space decided to cause a commotion. But old habits die hard, she supposes.

Admittedly, her memories of these times were hazy, unclear and uncertain. She’s forgotten so many details, once clear faces having become more and more blurry and non-descript. 

However, certain features have endured in the depths of her mind, one’s she swears she’s seen over and over. Descendants, she chalks it up to time and time again. Familiar hair, eyes, face shapes… all just drawing parallels between ancestors and their descendants, her simply having lived long enough to see generations go by. She’s often unsure if the lines she is drawing even exist, or if she’s just making connections that were never there to begin with. Not that it mattered, in the grand scheme of things.

Still… there is a certain… figure of sorts. One person who has more or less haunted Cogita’s mind for so, so many years. Familiar features, not telling of people from the same bloodline across multiple generations, but of the same person. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, believing that maybe, just maybe, someone else in this world is like herself, cursed to endure through the ages, but stranger things have happened, she supposes.

She tells herself that she’s making it up time and time again, not wanting to cling onto something in the event that it’s not actually there. Besides, even if this person did exist, who is to say they would ever meet again? That they would be in the same place at the same time? Perhaps meet is a strong word, given that Cogita had never actually spoken to them, but the point still stands.

They never really stood out in her mind, not dressed or presented in a flashy manner. If they had, Cogita would have realized their repeated presence years ago, rather than making the realization years into her isolation. A small presence, the kind that fades into the background, and yet striking. A person who in the moment seems completely ordinary, but being anything but in retrospect. 

Perhaps Cogita keeps reflecting in this way just to think about them, as an excuse for herself to do so. There’s an odd sentiment she’s given this figure, a strange sense of warmth and familiarity washing over her whenever she thinks of them. She isn’t thrilled at the feeling, in all honesty, not wanting to become attached to the idea of this person, attached to a fabricated version of them that only exists in her head. And yet, she still thinks of them.

She shakes her head, palms resting against the table. Her tea had long since chilled, terrible timing knowing that she likely had a guest arriving soon enough. She’s developed somewhat of a tell of sorts, seeming to always know when Akari would come bounding into her home. She didn’t mind the young thing coming around, regardless of her reasoning, but she did wish she had fresh tea about, just in the off chance the girl would want some for a change.

It was an odd feeling, a tug at the back of her mind, strong enough to compel her to her feet, to brew a fresh, warm batch. She’s grateful for the feeling in retrospect, needing such a beverage to offer to the familiar face that trailed into her cottage on the heels of the spry, eager girl, teeming with energy as she prepared to play matchmaker. 

[stormofdefiance]

Lonesome Transcendence

[garaviel]

i was tagged by @daggertongue to post 10 songs i play on repeat. Thank you!!!

Hysteria by Spiritbox

Chain by Switchblade Symphony

Scarlet by In This Moment

Thin Be the Veil by A Dark Halo

Anomaly by Aviana

Rat Wars by Health

Cyanide Love by Within Temptation

Haunted by Evanescence

Dead Souls by Joy Division

Some Kind of Stranger by Sisters of Mercy

Tagging @ramikadyc @n7viper @waltonghoulgins @bastila @elfgremlin @chaotician @aelyosos @arcann @aztechnology and whoever wants to show off some music (i can always use more recs!!)

[juniperhillpatient]

God today has been such a good day

[poodleslime]

calm down and listen to this. you will feel better.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

it is so important to me to know that the pogues (specifically pope bc he's the one reciting lyrics) listen to a tribe called quest. i feel like they put that in there specifically for me. i hope he listens to de la soul too <3

[oksanas-sun]

self care is listening to music box covers of songs that remind you of villanelle/oksana (or ke in general)

[misfit-among-the-angels]

Ok ate, pizza was pretty big and pretty good. I feel bit better but still 🥺😵‍💫🫠

[maespri]

liking taylor swift’s music is nowhere near as strange as whatever the people who make their entire personality hating her have going on

[sidoopa]

some backgrounds for an upcoming animation (they get 70% covered by the characters in the scene. painful)

heres the sketch and some wip shots

thanks for clicking the readmore. love you

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Kevin Day listens to classical music to fall asleep when he can’t (or to chase away nightmares)

[noirapocalypto]

I think I just need to sob into someone’s shoulder. I think that would really fix me. I just want someone to be with me while I cry. Even for a little bit.