#FLUTTERING YOUR LASHES LIKE ASHES AND EMBERS

[kingkatsuki]

Blah blah blah Dragon King Bakugou, don’t worry I’m sick of me too😭

I just want him so bad.

You’re nothing more than a pawn, the most worthless piece in a game of chess. The piece used to protect and defend the most precious thing on the board— the King. So maybe that’s why you’ve been led like a lamb to the slaughter by your Kingdom as you stand in front of a ruler so ruthless he has grown men quaking in their boots.

A pathetic offering really, when Dragon King Bakugou is a man that can have any treasure he truly desires with the brute power of dragons behind him. A man that knows that he doesn’t need to ask when he can take, and what a frivolous way to live.

And yet here you stand as he stares you down with crimson eyes, his hulking form looms over you and it’s all you can do not to turn and run. This was a ridiculous plan, a promise to strengthen your own land and ensure your people don’t become a target for the King.

And you were the chosen sacrifice.

Bakugou’s warm breath fans your face as he reaches a rough hand up to cup your chin with surprising delicacy, tilting it up to meet his eyes as his gaze burns into your soul. And that alone almost has you backing out, if you even could. The scent of sweat mingles with the flaming embers and ash that stick to his skin, intoxicating your senses as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. Thick lashes fluttering as he brushes a calloused thumb over your cheek, lips inches from yours as he finally makes his decision.

You don’t expect him to fall for it— surely gold would’ve been better. Or crops, or cattle. He’d at least be able to feed his dragons for a week or more with that kind of offering, and yet he seems focused on you.

You’ve blocked out your fathers voice, sick of listening to him talk about how generous this gift is on behalf of his kingdom. Because of course you’re nothing more than a gift to be given, you’ve never mattered to him so why would you now?

You’re ready to turn and leave with his rejection, to walk home once Dragon King Bakugou decides to take your horses for wasting his time. And yet for the the first time this meeting he takes his eyes off you to acknowledge your father, “I’ll take her.”

And with that the perfect plan is in motion, and the King has sealed his fate.

For you’ve been sent here to slay the Dragon. A brutal man who’s used to defending himself from armies, men and creatures far more powerful than you. You suppose that is why it will hurt so much more when you strike that dagger deep into his heart.

Because who would ever suspect a weak, defenceless pawn to be dangerous in this game?

#dragon king bakugou

[sintiva]

Ooooo CONNIE CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS TO YOU WHILE HIGH PLSPLSPLS I NEED IT PLS

MY KINGGGG, i haven’t written for him in so long, so i hopw this is okay 😭

content: they’re both high, a cute confession, connie rambles when high

connie’s been waiting for ages to tell you how he’s felt. every time the words burn at the tip of his tongue in anticipation to get out of his mouth; he does a big inhale to swallow them back. but not this time, this time it would be different — it had to be! so as he swirls the blunt in between his fingers. flutters his eyes shut as the smoke creeps it’s way into his lungs. he grimmaces as the burning herb sneaks up his nose, and burns right in his sinus area. hand flying to his mouth to hold back a cough from a terrible pull. his nerves made his breaths deeper and his body antsy.

he sits, eyes flicking back and forth as he avoids your gaze. he can feel your eyes burning holes into the sides of his head. but this is his time to shine. he has to do it now, or else you’ll be gone in the blink of an eye. tired of waiting for a confession that wasn’t promised, but it was on its way.

connie

he taps his fingers against his thigh as it bounces. the blunt lays still between his fingers; ash drifting to your carpet, bits of it flake off and fall on your bean bag.

connn’

hmm, his mind stills, but his heart beats a ferocious rhythm in his chest as he plans on his confession. something simple that’ll still strum at the strings of your heart — maybe if you aren’t too high — then his feelings of “one-sided” pining would have a chance at being well received.

the burning embers still, and the slim line of red that wraps around the blunts end is out. connie’s grey eyes are lazily staring into yours. the whites of them red and laced with a desire so vast he can not formulate the right words. his head feels fuzzy, eyes scoping in on every single individual aspect on your face. your lips, eyebrows, lashes; then your tongue that pokes at your cheek when you’re anxious.

“connie! you’re not listening! you’ve got ash all over my fucking floor and bean bag.” your fist ball up on his knees and now your hovering over him as you scowl at him. “how are you gonna clean this shit, y’know it gets messy.” you whine and rock back onto your heels.

then somehow your stumbling onto his lap, entranced by a smirk and his light-airy persona. then he’s cupping your cheek, and smacking his lips against yours. sucking your tongue and dropping the blunt onto your carpet; ashes every. fucking. where. he pulls away, utterly stricken with that crazy phenomena that makes a person want to get on one knee cause they’re that in love with you. “fuck,” he runs the back of his hand against his lips that’s now sticky with mint lipgloss, “i’ve always wanted to do that.”

you smack your lips, let out a gasp, and then you’re letting out teeny giggles that make con’s heart burst. “yeah? you’ve been thinking about that all this time?”

“if it wasn’t for the weed, i’d think you’d like me or something.” you chuckle and tap your indexes against his chest. then you cup his cheeks and press the pads of your thumbs against his lips. they quiver before an — i do comes out.

“you… what?” your eyebrows knit together. “i mean, yeah?…i like you, is there a problem with that?”

“is this connie talking, or the weed?”

connie rolls his eyes, and flips your hoodie onto your curls, knowing it’s something you hate cause now your hair is gonna be super frizzy. but before you can say anything; eyes wide and lips posed in agitation, he slides his hand over your mouth and starts off by clearing his throat, “i, connie springer, do in fact have feelings for the girl who mysteriously ended up in my lap. was i not supposed to fall for the girl who i talk to everyday?”

“you’re fine as fuck, i’m not gonna hide from that fact anymore, and i’m tired of acting like i don’t like you. if you wanna take it as the weed talking you can, but i know for a fact that this is how i feel, and i didn’t have the guts to tell you cause when i get with you my head feels all fucked up and i can’t think. but i’ve always been sure of it, and i’m not gonna hide that fact anymore. sure, i’m an idiot, but i can be your idiot <3”.

and just know he said that with the dumbest grin and the softest puppy eyes.

#connie x you #connie x reader #connie x black reader #connie springer #aot fluff #!?

[its-kinda-snowy]

Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger

Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger

Fluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers

Warm and bright as fire devouring timber

Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless

Batter down my door when you find me defenseless

okok but imagine Maul and Obi Wan reluctantly teaming up in order to fight off inquisitors and kind of falling for each other in the process??

[ID in image desc]

#fanart #sw #star wars #darth maul #obi wan kenobi #obimaul #I may be stuck on the idea of maul holding obi wans chin #but like its so good tho! #ngl I could have put the entire song there it fits them so well!! #also put way too much effort into this than I probably should have #but its for me so who cares lol

[theohhelloslyrics]

now I am not the fool I was when I was younger

crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger

fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers

warm and bright as fire devouring timber

no, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving

so my love, I'm sorry, but still I am leaving

- Exeunt, The Oh Hellos

#the oh hellos #dear wormwood #exeunt

[thundersbugs]

satosugu musicposting no. 24!

i have no words for this one tbh. i love the oh hellos

"now, i am not the fool i was when i was younger

crocodile eyes, i have seen how you hunger

fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers

warm and bright as fire devouring timber

no, i cannot trust what you say when you're grieving

so, my love, i'm sorry, but still, i am leaving

even when you hunt me with ire, relentless

batter down my door when you find me defenseless

i will not abide all your raging and reaving

i have set my mind and my will, i am leaving"

#sorry for the whole ass paragraph i think these lyrics are just really really gorgeous #satosugu musicposting #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #Spotify

[wjtysghjfg]

Lines from songs I think are heavily Darlin coded. (A bit of DarlinxSam as well)

"Take me to war, honey I dare you. I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you. Give me a fight I cant resist, give me something to break with my fist. Take me to war, honey I dare you."

-Take me to war by The Crane Wives

"That I'd walk so far just to take, the injury of finally knowing you."

-Unknown/Nth by Hozier

"Her eyes and words are so icy. Oh but she burns. Like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be. I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly, but it's clean

Oh momma, don't fuss over me

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is rare and as sweet as cherry wine."

-Cherry Wine by Hozier

"Oh I am not the fool I was when I was younger. Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger. Fluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers. Warm and bright as fire devouring timber. No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving. So, my love, I'm sorry, but still, I am leaving."

-Exeunt by The Oh Hellos

"Always an angel never a god."

-Not Strong Enough by Boygenius

"I would not ask you where you came from. I would not ask and, neither would you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do."

-Like Real People Do by Hozier

"Oh Ashes ashes, dust to dust. The devil has the both of us. Oh lay my curses all to rest, make a mercy out of me."

-Curses by The Crane Wives

"If the sun don't rise, till the summer time. Forgive my northern attitude oh I was raised on little light."

-Northern Attitude by Hozier and Noah Kahan

"All I know, you love me so. But that still leaves something sick in me."

-Wine and the Wheat by Madds Buckley

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted headcanons #redacted sam collins #redacted darlin

[activatebutterflyshield]

More of me running my mouth about music as inspiration except this time its just Dear Wormwood

Prelude. Prelude. PRELUDE. This is probably just a music nerd thing but its so perfect. Despite my horrible understanding of music theory, a prelude is usually the first piece of music that is meant to represent the succeeding and usually longer movements in a single work, but they could also stand alone. The Prelude to Dear Wormwood works as both. It starts out quiet before building up with just absolutely amazing wordless vocals and its just so great folks. Its a summary of the whole album in a minute and nine seconds its amazing folks

Okay Bitter Water. The first time I heard this one I thought oh, its a metaphor for alcoholism. Yes, it can be a metaphor for alcoholism, but it is also so much more. In the broader context of Dear Wormwood its an acknowledgement of how bad a relationship is and that the singer, the victim, feels like they can never escape it, but it can be so much more folks. It can be a about a love lost, with the one who lost the love pining and wasting away without their soulmate. Said soulmate could be a part of the griever themself. It can be so much. Its also a banger but thats a given for the whole album. “terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue” is also eternally amazing this whole thing is poetry mates

There Beneath. Calm and flowy and existential kind of but I make a lot of things existential and where were we? But also the line “I saw the morning lead a cavalcade” is bloody amazing. Its such a great and poetic way to describe the breaking dawn, the rising sun, the beginning of a new day and so many other things mates its amazing. Like a veteran adventurer recalling the times when their friends got them out of hard scrapes or something idk

In the Blue Hours of the Morning. It’s a nice waypoint, a chance to catch your breath before the next song which I will go off about but this bit is really just like its title. The time before the cavalcade, when theres still enough light to see by yet its so calm and still and not quite awake yet

Exeunt, which is. It is. Well, exactly what it says on the tin, an exeunt, which is a stage direction for when an actor goes off stage, but its also the most poetry ever. Everyone loves “Fluttering your lashes like ashes and ember” and rightfully so but everything in that song is so bloody strong. “Crocodile eyes I have seen how you hunger”???? “No I cannot trust what you say when youre grieving”????? Like its such a powerful song with all the musicians going ham on the everything and then the lyrics and then the context? Its great its just great

Caesar. A calm follow-up to the headbanger that is Exeunt, but its no less amazing. Im just drowning in symbolism for this one mates. Not only is the morning back and breaking over a palisade but also historical references!?! The backlogs of random anecdotes and stories are tickled awake by the “Look to the sky where the sign will be shown” bit so much like it aint even funny. Its a reference to Constantine the Great, who saw the symbol of the Chi Rho and went on to become roman emperor with it painted on his shields and its so much potential in just three stanzas

This Will End. Fellows this one just hurts. Its so bloody sad and yet such a strangely jaunty tune like the singer has just accepted their sad life and Im always like no! It can get better! You just gotta try a bit! Mates! Im bleeding out!

Pale White Horse. Ohhhhhhhhhh I can get so deep about Pale White Horse but so much of it is about WWI and the Spanish Flu Epidemic and other stuff I do not care to dredge from the depths of my historical brain fluids but its so great as a thing about war and trauma and abuse and so much other stuff just like recognizing someone doing something terrible and that can be either interpreted as oh thats conformation that they were always terrible or oh goodness thats not possible why no why are you like this you are not like this right and there’s no in between. And both hurt!

Where Is Your Rider. Enough metaphors to fill a graveyard (hey Crane Wives fans. Hey. Did you get it? Eh? Idk I thought it was funny) and then some but also oooooh the lines just go so hard sometimes. “But these bones never rested while living / So how can they stand to languish in repose”???????? Like mate youre dead but youre still going to push on and keep on fighting mates it hurts it hurts too much there are too many characters and situations and just stray thoughts I can peg to these two lines alone help

Soldier, Poet, King. Need I say more? Yes, I need to say more. Everyone above and below knows how bloody legendary this song is but take this as a sign to listen to it again. Its just that good. Someone once tired and broken who has found support and is coming back to finish the job they couldnt finish on their own is just oooooooooooooogh mates. Also funny ha ha DND party. Two sides of the same polyhedral dice. Probably a d100 with all the nonsense I can drag out of it at this point.

Dear Wormwood. The album namer. UGH I cannot get enough of this one. Just some of the lines in this one mates. “And in my hour of weakness / You were there to see me fail”???????? “I know who I am now / I know who I wanna be / I wanna be more than / That devil inside of me”??????????????????? Its just so perfect and so amazing and it gives you a warn hug and it punches you in the gut and it helps you up and gives you hot tea and the works mates its just so great

Danse Macabre. One last instrumental. A Danse Macabre was usually a piece of art with people dancing next to skeletons, representing the inevitability of death and the equality in the grave and so many other sad and mopey things but also its just such a fun jig. It really does feel like a bunch of spooky scary skeletons jamming on their graves. And that’s a one liner I never thought Id need to write.

Thus Always to Tyrants. Bloody hell this is the perfect ending song. The singer immediately starting off with “Let me die, let me drown, leave my bones in the ground”, proclaiming themselves free of the worries and pains they started the album with, singing as the blazing sun rises that yes, they are, if not happy now, then at least better now, and that anyone who threatens that will face the new and improved them is just ooooooogh. Mates. If theres one song you need to listen to if you somehow made it to the end of this thingie without also being obsessed with the Oh Hellos, its Thus Always to Tyrants. But please listen to the whole of Dear Wormwood first. It makes the impact so much better.

#me running my mouth #the oh hellos #dear wormwood #i just needed to get out. some. not all. of my thoughts about this bloody legendary album #im gonna do more #probably #theres so much i can say about. uh. most of the songs i listen to regularly #if theres gonna be another one then itll probably be through the deep dark valley #or maybe that one about coyote stories ive already started but that thing is more specific and also sad to read since its about sad stuff #like climate change and capitalism and such #but it will be finished eventually

[valiantvillain]

WIP Tuesday

Apologies for the late reply to @adflictionem tagging me. It's been a busy time lately.

So this time around I decided I'd share a snippet from the prologue of the original project I've been working on called Into the Wilds.

__________

In a four-poster bed, canopied and adorned in velvet and brocade whilst propped up upon a mountain of tasseled pillows, a boy no more than six years of age once burned from the inside-out. Sweat ran down his frail body in rivulets, coated him in a slick layer of suffering and sick that soaked through the satin sheets as surely as the magic fighting to escape the bonds of his body sparked and crackled like kindling. Flesh burned and bubbled as the fires raged beneath his skin, glowing like embers behind his fluttering eyes and singing his lashes short. Every exhale scorched the air and the boy trembled and writhed with each wave of roiling arcane flame beneath his skin. Desperately trying to kick off the sheets for some sort of relief with every rising and falling bulge of hot air that distorted his small body. Charred lips coughed forth ash and vomit in equal measure while his attendants worked furiously to ease his pain, brows beading with perspiration from the proximity and lips moving in fervent incantation behind their masks.  

They had tried to don the typical masks with their long, curved beaks full of fragrant herbs, their meager respite from the stench of bile and malaise and threads of magic gone rotten and withered. But in addition to scaring the child, an already addled mind warping them into nightmares, they had only melted and peeled away in his presence. So sweltering and relentless had he turned the very air itself. The three of them had scarcely been in the room for more than an hour and already Randel’s robes cleaved to his damp skin, his throat as bone-dry as a desert and he had to wipe the sweat from his brow against what little purchase could be found on his shoulder. He dared not lower his arms for if he did, he could not guarantee they would come back up again. There was only so much thread one could pull from the Great Tapestry and if one kept spinning and weaving then maybe you could convince it to let you eke out a bit more, and he had been coaxing it to allow him a stretch more for several minutes, shifting spells like notes in a song through gritted teeth and bleary eyes. He feared that if he stopped for a single moment, even just to rest, he would cut the cord entirely. Whether temporarily or for good, well, no one knew anymore. Not these days. Not when any day you could awake to find the very same threads you once called friends strangling you, dragging you down into the depths of the illness you had been called to cure.  

Nor was Randel’s job the simplest. A year ago, his greatest feat had been piecing together a bone nearly shattered to splinters. A long and laborious process that had lasted days, hours spent coaxing and weaving to put every meticulous piece back in its place like a mosaic and fuse back together again. If only he had known the incident would have made him invaluable, given him an air of expertise he had not felt then and certainly did not now. He had cleared the rot from lungs, purged impurities from blood, and reconstructed the odd mauled limb or face. But to knit the delicate tissues of organs back together only for his carefully stitched seams to be ripped apart by the raging arcane in one’s own body and be forced to re-repair the damage even as he worked to shield another from the onslaught...that was another matter entirely. It was exhausting. Even more so when you were all too aware that the very same could happen to you, and you might not even have the luxury of a mother holding back tears at your bedside unable to so much as hold your hand.  

Across from him, Kinbor’s slender fingers shook, and her eyes welled with tears of frustration as every summoned sheet of ice melted and steamed in an instant. The woman was a war magus, far more accustomed to conjuring storms from across a battlefield and cooling the fever of an injured soldier than bearing witness to babes slaughtered from within. They were all called to a single cause now whether they liked it or not. Trying and usually failing to pull the lives of their fellow mages from the brink, and then praying to all the kids they’d live long enough themselves to see the end of the scourge.  

At least if he died here, Randel’s parents could say he made it to the royal palace. Maybe they would even frame his letters. He did not care to think how creatively the plague might turn his own magic against him. Maybe his blood would turn to bile. Maybe it would choke him by calcifying his flesh to bone. Or maybe everything in him would simply wither one part at a time. He had yet to personally see how it ravaged one like himself, though he knew it had happened. Such was the nature of disease and the death it carried. 

What a time to have finished his training. What a way for so many to awaken to what should have been the greatest cause for celebration, the realization of grand potential and opportunities. Only for it all to be rendered a death sentence.  

Behind him, the sister sobbed, her face buried in her mother’s skirts just as it had been the day before. The boy was lucky, Randel had surmised in the span of his first week coming and going from the lad’s finely furnished room, spares were often given far less. After all, another could always be made. Yet even as the many toys had been cleared away for the ease of the stampeding steps of healers and doctors alike, no expense had been spared. Had it not been for the other two lots now recovering in their borrowed chambers, they would have known no rest caring for him around the clock as they were.  

Were they not constantly checking themselves for signs, they might have felt more automatons than people. Did they even taste the food they shoveled into their mouths these days. 

The boy’s mouth moved, but only parched breaths came out.  

“Somebody, get the lad some damn water,” wizened Jackin hissed beneath the strain of fruitlessly seeking the heart of the ailment yet again. Each day seemed to bear him yet another gray hair.  

“I-I’m a little busy,” chattered Kinbor, every word wisping pale before her blue-tinged lips.  

They knew better than to make demands of Randel at this point. Restoring life to the charred and blackened half of the boy’s spleen was currently taking up half his focus, the other was preoccupied with fending against the voracious flames licking at his liver.  

It was the mother who dutifully put the bowl of tepid water to her son’s lips. He swallowed weakly, wheezing and sputtering as she pressed her lips into a thin line. Half spilled down either side of his wan face, hollowed out by the weeks of illness and confinement.  

#tagging game #wip #original work #high fantasy #magic yay #it's very rough #i just started actually writing this today #quite literally

[callsign-bunnie]

exeunt by the oh-hellos

This is Alejandro x Valeria, undoubtedly

Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger Fluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers Warm and bright as fire devouring timber No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving So, my love, I'm sorry, but still, I am leaving

I think after the betrayal, Alejandro really did try to make it work. I think he wanted so badly for them to work out. He wanted Valeria to be good.

But, I think Valeria was too bitter, too angry at that point. She wanted something, she wanted the army to burn. I also think around this point was when talk of Alejandro being promoted to Colonel started and she must have assumed this would mean Alejandro would be in her back pocket.

But, Alejandro obviously didn't want that at all. He wanted love and he wanted peace for Las Almas. Valeria wanted to destroy all of that. She wanted power and control.

Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless Batter down my door when you find me defenseless I will not abide all your raging and reaving I have set my mind and my will, I am leaving

Alejandro had to eventually just set his mind and leave. He broke it off and it was not a clean break up, but he needed to leave.

Also, theres the whole point of like, Valeria didn't need to be good to be able to be loved and I think Alejandro knew that in the back of his mind, so he also knew it wasn't fair to either of them that they both wanted the other to be something they never could be.

Valeria could never be good and just sit by and burn herself to keep everyone else warm. But, Alejandro couldn't abandon everything he cared about and turn to power and greed.

In the end, I don't think it was really shocking to anyone when they split.

--

Send me a song and I'll tell you what ship I think it applies to and how.

#call of duty #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #valeria cod #Valeria garza #alejandro x valeria #valeria x alejandro #song asks

[minhyeong]

&. 𝐳𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐫

genre: supernatural, fallen angel au | word count: 973

↳ The harsh wind eased into a soft, gentle breeze that seemed to still the blinking city lights and lure you toward the hypnotizing stranger.

Doyoung felt like he was being torn apart by the limbs. 

Under the dim glow of the flickering, yellow street lamps, the fire searing through his burning wings ignited the night and melted the litter by his body. He was writhing against the rough asphalt ground, skin scratched by the chipped brick wall he was leaning against. His fingertips turned crimson red as he helplessly grasped at anything in his reach to stop the agony. Doyoung thrashed against the wall and pulled his quivering limbs inward until he curled in on himself in a silent sob. Violet veins crawled up the skin on his back as he heaved. 

The flames engulfed his white wings in hot sparks of heat until they became dying embers that dissipated through the air. Smoke spiraled toward the sky. Doyoung glowed red before cooling to a lifeless black. 

The trees on the roadside swayed violently in the waves of wind. You tightened your loose scarf around your face and pushed your entire body against the wind that swept across the desolate streets of the city. You felt your nose and fingers ache in the cold that chilled you down to your bones. 

A stray dog was barking at an end of the alley, frantically pacing back and forth until it uneasily sat down, tail thumping against the ground. 

You took the same path home every night, the path with small buildings that simmered down to faint white and yellow lights in covered windows and traffic lights that almost felt pointless with how empty the streets were. You took the same path home every night, but it was the first time the usually crisp air vaguely smelled of smoldering smoke. 

If you did not squint, it would have been nearly impossible to tell someone was unconscious in the alley. Doyoung was sprawled out, blurred against the ribbons of smoke and ash. The form only resembled something like human when you inched closer. He wasn’t moving, except for the erratic rise of his chest as he struggled to take in deeper breaths and the involuntary twitching of his muscles. Ash clung to his jet black hair. His skin was almost translucent under the sliver of moonlight that casted wavering silhouettes across his naked body. 

You faltered in your hurried steps home, fear rising all the way from the pit of your stomach to your throat. You sunk to your knees beside him, chest constricting with an inhale of the smoke emanating from his body. Your voice cracked as you planted a trembling hand on his shoulder and called for his attention. 

Doyoung’s skin burnt your fingers like a mound of dry ice. His cracked lips almost looked gray. You tugged your thick jacket off and draped it on top of him, running your palms along the material to tighten it around him as much as possible. 

When you fumbled for your phone, patting down all your pockets for the device and coming close to tears when you couldn’t find it, Doyoung’s eyes fluttered open. 

You gasped. “Can you hear me? Are you okay?” 

He squinted at you through his lashes, face contorting into a grimace as he shifted under your jacket. With his blurry vision, you looked like nothing but a haphazard blend of hazy lights and shadows to him.

You cautiously helped him up into a sitting position by supporting his elbow, keeping a palm on the jacket to prevent it from sliding off his frame. He snapped his head in your direction when you reached your arm behind him to support him, almost snarling. The threatening glint in his eyes made you retract your hands. 

“I won’t hurt you. I just want to help,” you explained softly. 

Doyoung silently stared, brows furrowed as he tried to connect the different orbs of light and splays of shadows that formed the image of you. It was frightening you; you averted your eyes and wrung your hands in your lap. It felt too inhumane to just get up and leave him behind, but his gaze felt like shards of ice piercing through your skin. 

Eventually, he turned away, lowering his head and inhaling the heavy night air. The skin across his back stretched painfully when he sat up a little straighter. 

“Where do you live?” You hesitantly peered at him, leaning back on your knees to create some space in between. The wind seeped through your sweater and sharply nipped at your body in a way that felt like you had ants crawling all over.

There was no answer. 

“Are you able to hear me?” 

He nodded, licking his chapped lips that gained a faint hue of pink. 

“Do you want me to bring you to the hospital?” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself when he shook his head. The cold air caused your eyes to water. You desperately wanted to be in the warmth, legs turning numb under your weight. 

There was a glow in his eyes when your gazes locked, and you nearly fell back. It was serene but bewitching. You thought you could see a clear blue sky in them, feel the beaming sun and tranquil morning mist lick at your skin. 

You swallowed thickly, finding your voice again. “Then, do you want to go home with me and we’ll figure it out later?” 

A car drove by, tires humming against the asphalt, the deafening music echoing around until it ceased to a low buzz in your eardrums. The streets came to a rest again. The harsh wind eased into a soft, gentle breeze that seemed to still the blinking city lights and lure you toward the hypnotizing stranger.

Doyoung nodded, and you felt yourself falling for him a little, becoming weightless as if you were treading on a path of clouds. 

Even the sky somehow looked different. 

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 scenarios #doyoung scenarios

[somelazyassartist]

Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger / Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger / Fluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers / Warm and bright as fire devouring timber / No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving / So, my love, I'm sorry, but still: I am leaving

Gif is not related but I tried looking up a gif to represent my feelings about this song and this came up instead so now you get shitty spoon life hack

#sorry

[racoonnest]

lines from songs that make me cum:

“pump your veins with gushing gold” -black mambo by the glass animals

“enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads” -sleeping lessons by the shins

“cars careening from the clouds the bridges burst then twist around” -communist daughter by neutral milk hotel

“fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers, warm and bright as fire devouring timber” -exeunt by the oh hellos

“i taste the summer on your peppery skin. been saved, the warmer the waves I felt us slip into a watery grave” -summer song by the decembrists

“i’m talking bout you even on these instrumentals” -heart mind by kodak black

will add to this

#glass animals #the shins #neutral milk hotel #the oh hellos #the decemberists #kodak black #crying

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

NOW I AM NOT THE FOOL I WAS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER.....

#sep texxt #/lyr #the oh hellos #tw caps #CROCODILE EYES I HAVE SEEN HOW YOU HUNGER #FLUTTERING YOUR LASHES LIKE ASHES AND EMBERS #WARM AND BRIGHT AS FIRE DEVOURING TIMBER #NO I CANNOT TRUST WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOU'RE GRIEVING #SO MY LOVE IM SORRY BUT STILL I AM LEAVING #EVEN WHEN YOU HUNT ME WITH IRE RELENTLESS #BATTER DOWN MY DOOR WHEN YOU FIND ME DEFENCELESS #I WILL NOT ABIDE ALL YOUR RAGING AND WEEPING #I HAVE SAID MY MIND AND MY WILL I AM LEAVING

[lasheslikeashes]

In one of the first AUs I wrote for Lotte, she and Al met when Lotte filled in after Al's usual radio play actress mysteriously disappeared. Lotte’s changed a bit but it has a special place in my heart, still. 

Brought to life by @_minnn_____ 

#— visage;; fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers #— commissions;; in hell i’ll be in good company #— ooc;; no strings attached

[sockablock]

listening to Exeunt by the Oh Hellos and thinking about Caleb and Astrid’s Reunion yes im fine im totally fine

#spoiler: im super not yall #critical role #critrole #caleb widogast #'now i am not the fool that I was when I was younger' #'crocodile eyes i have seen how you hunger' #'fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers' #'No I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving / So my love I'm sorry but still: I am leaving' #im dying guys

[timoratuus-blog]

POWDER KEG // joshua graham & caesar // listen on spotify

#sallowgram #caesar #joshua graham #fnv #honest hearts #fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers; warm and bright as fire devouring timber || edward. #pending joshua & edward tag. #the darkness deepens; lord with me abide || hymns.