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nikov · 1 year
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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING.
everything everywhere all at once (2022) / amigo warfare, eric gamalinda / someone great (2019) / about you, the 1975 / lullabies, lang leav / la la land (2016) /  the museum of heartbreak, meg leder / always remember us this way, lady gaga
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danielement · 3 months
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😴💤
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lilis-lullaby · 2 months
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natsuki208 · 2 months
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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away.
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creative-creatures · 2 months
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Just some Noah HCs
So I kind of headcanon Noah (Total Drama) as an orphan, because he just gives me vibes of someone who had to grow up to fast and other things. Due to that I feel like he kind of parented most of the kids in the orphanage, or at least took care of a lot of them. I feel he would sing "Where the Watermelons Rot" by Madelynne Whitt as a lullaby. IDK...
I might make a post on all my headcanons for Noah someday if others want? I know others headcanon Noah as an orphan as well so thats cool!
I might write a fanfic about my headcanons someday though.
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gmfioart · 2 months
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LULLABIES psd © gmfioart/gmfilters ♡
before you download: free for personal use. // gratuito para uso pessoal. don’t redistribute or claim as your own. // não reposte, copie ou divulgue como seu.
download coloring ♡ DA.
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amymaleneart · 4 months
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Going Home to Roost (DCA Harpy AU) Chapter 14
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marieandersoneq · 6 months
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𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫
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ghostowlattic · 1 year
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A Humble Thrumblefly
edible bedtime stories  / these are just to inspire/accompany music I’m working on.
 ghost owl attic 
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ladysternchen · 1 year
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So Lúthien would certainly have been a very curious, inquisitive baby (y’know, the ‘I’m soooo freaking tired but won’t sleep because missing things’-kind) and getting her to sleep was... challenging. The concept of a body that needed sleep was still not altogether familiar to Melian when her daughter was born, so getting her to sleep at ‘night’ (obviously, there was no night because there was no day, but even the Sindar/Eglath would still roughly have followed the rhythm of the trees, just by feeling/ because this was a rhythm Melian lived) would have been Elu’s part. And I have this vivid image in my head of him carrying Lúthien to sleep, walking through the camp of his court (as this was obviously long before Menegroth was build), singing to her, and the others would pick up the lullaby, making it all their evening-song. 
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cadaverette · 10 months
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in my field of paper flowers,
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours,
and watch my purple sky fly over me
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Tracklist:
Diamond Day • Glow Worms • Lily Pond • Timothy Grub • Where I Like To Stand • Swallow Song • Window Over The Bay • Rose Hip November • Come Wind Come Rain • Hebridean Sun • Rainbow River • Trawlerman's Song • Jog Along Bess • Iris's Song For Us
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
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p-s-geeks · 2 years
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Nightmares (Of Past and Present)
The first time Yor and Loid slept on the same bed was when Anya came to Loid’s room, bawling and blubbering that she had a nightmare.
Loid couldn’t make out any details of the nightmare apart from the fact that someone died in it. Rather brutally, even, because she clung onto him like a lifeline. Not even Bond’s presence wasn’t enough to fully calm her down and she begged for Mama. His entire night apparel was almost doused in snot and tears but he paid it no heed as he attempted in calming his daughter.
She had stopped crying the moment her parents surrounded her on either side on the bed. She moved around on the bed even as Loid stroked her hair and whispered gentle consolation in her ear- that they were safe and not going anywhere. It tasted acidic on his tongue, but he could ignore that. He'd swallowed a lot of acidic words throughout his career.
She was calmed, eventually, but her face was still red and she still clutched the pillow for dear life, scared that dreaming would be just another dip into nightmares and wanted the pillow to be her anchor to consciousness. However, she did grow silent and felt much more at ease. Loid kept giving gentle pats to her head, and Yor softly sang-
Oh sweet Prince of Mine
Beneath their silver shine.
Loid halted.
His breath hitched in his throat. Almost grew petrified for a moment. He then choked on air loud enough for Yor to gesture to him to shut lest Anya should wake up again.
She sang again, and Loid tried his hardest to block any sort of emotion before they were even close to surfacing. It was a task easier said than done; the nostalgia and pain lay so heavy in his heart that even his tightest mask couldn’t hide what he was feeling. And in the midst of the dimly lit room where his features were even barer than before, Yor caught a glimpse of his face, twisting in discomfort.
Though she seemed to have gained the entirely wrong idea, for she scrambled off the covers and bowed her head down.
“I overstayed my welcome! I’m so sorry, Loid” she frantically leapt out of bed “now that she’s asleep, I’ll get out of this room”
“No, it’s not-” he sat up to stop her “you’re not overstaying your welcome”
“Oh” she rubbed her arms profusely, taking a few steps back “Well, now that I’m already up, I shoul-”
“Anya needs you here” he insisted, hoarse and quiet. He knew how important it was for kids to feel their parent's safety. And with him out for his jobs all the time, he thought Anya probably felt more safe with her. He didn't want her to wake up with a parent gone, he didn't want her to feel even the slightest bit terrible in case she wakes up from another nightmare. “I need you to be here for her”
Yor looked down at the mattress. At the now peaceful sleeping face of her daughter. At the tear tracks that engraved her face, and her body still tensed up. With a resigned sigh she made her way back into bed, a hand underneath her head, another one on Anya’s shoulders, rubbing gentle circles on her arm.
She sang the lullaby again. There was no need to, since she was out like a log, but she did nonetheless and Loid turned away from her to the other side. In disappointment, she abruptly stopped her singing.
“Is it my voice?” she asked, timidly, burying half her face inside the blanket “I’ve not sung in a long while- not since Yuri became old enough to sleep on his own, so I might be out of practice”
He looked at her from behind his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, “What are you on about?”
“You looked as if you were at such discomfort” she continued, “I thought it was my presence in your bed that troubled you, but now I think it’s because of my singing”
“No- it’s not” he groaned under his breath “your voice is beautiful”
She still wasn't convinced, however, because he could feel her shuffle beneath the blanket; alternating between wanting to leave and wanting to stay.
She made her decision of sneaking out, however, and that realization  crossed a wire straight through a very particular part of his brain; and before he could control himself he abruptly started-
“My mother-”
Yor seemed to have stopped fidgeting at where she was on the corner of the bed. She was completely still now. Waiting with bated breath. He closed his eyes, and sunk deeper into the pillow. He’d started the fire, now he must burn it out.
“She used to sing it for me,” he gulped “when she was…alive”
He could hear Yor whisper a small ‘oh’ in response.
“I just got….overwhelmed when I heard you sing it, that’s all” he sheepishly rubbed his hand at the back of his neck “when I was scared about war, when I woke up in the middle of the night because of nightmares or a missile attack or an air raid happening nearby, she used to sing it to me to calm me down. I guess…watching you, singing to Anya, taking care of her like that…”
“Reminded you of her” she finished for him, awestruck. He could hear her sob quietly. Yor turned to the other side as well, now facing the door near which Bond slept.
“This lullaby was also taught by my father” she confessed “he used to sing it for me. He told me that I was ‘just as strong as princes’, so he didn't change the lyrics” she giggled fondly “Yuri was too young when they died for him to remember much about ma and pa but…for me these are the only things I have left to cherish their memories”
“What about keepsakes?” Loid couldn’t help but ask “Like a pendant, or a photo, or anything that was theirs?”
“Well, it’s embarrassing to admit…” she chuckled morosely “I sold them off. To provide for Yuri. Before I got my part time job selling everything was the only option I had left”
“I’m sorry to hear that” Loid could only say that in return.
“I got over it pretty quick. I had to make a living, after all, and study so that I got a better job when I became an adult. I didn’t think I had time to spare for…well…grieving too much”
“I was in a similar boat” he admitted, surprising himself how easy it was to talk about this with her. “When my parents died…I had to live with my other relatives, and had to work tirelessly because my uncle was a drunkard who never really held a job long enough to feed us for more than 3 days a week; that too, if we were lucky”
It was terrifying. He never revealed about that time of his childhood to anyone, not even the agents at WISE, not even Sylvia. It kept locked up in the back of his mind with the various other tragic memories of his childhood, with various other grievances that befell him he had to get over for the sake of his job, for peace. Times like these were when he suspected if she was actually involved with the SSS, or some of the other assassin groups, because of how skilled she was in opening him up; but he recalls the incident with the tracking device.
Yor was just effortlessly good at scooping information out of him even though she had no need to nor had any purpose with. She was genuinely a nice person with a tattered past, and that genuinity made him unfurl everything about his tattered past in return.
He knew the words about him being sent off to conscription two years earlier than legal age was on the tip of his tongue, but he caught himself before he could. A coup d'oeil to his past would only result in disaster. If she cultivated information like this through her brother and by extension in the SSS, even for pure and magnanimous reasons, it’d pave a path leading to his revelation as Twilight.
However, he could sense Yor was waiting for something more in anticipation. So he, like the master of deception he was, lied through his teeth “I studied hard so get into a good college with a scholarship so that I wouldn’t have to be dependent on my family’s money” he smiled warily “So I guess, in a way, we’re alike”
Yor hummed in agreement. Loid closed his eyes again in an attempt to sleep. Just as he was on the brink of consciousness, Yor spoke.
“Thank you for telling me this” she whispered, so soft it was almost inaudible. A bona fide sentiment that nearly burst him into tears.
“Thank you as well” he croaked out. He tossed to the other side; for he generally slept better in that direction. He faced his wife, who was…
She was looking at him. Like, really looking at him. Studying him, in fact. He once, for a month, posed as a scientist’s assistant in a laboratory as a means to extract information about a potential biological weapon they might have been constructing. With much relief, none of their records showed anything that could wager war. In the entire process, however, thanks to his immaculate observation skills, he observed the scientist working his way through a microscope; focusing his entire attention at the specimens under that lens. That was the sheer intensity she was gazing at him with. Like she wanted to imprint in her mind every tremor of his body as he breathed in shaky breaths, with his composure dangling by a loose thread.
Yor reached her hand out, over Anya’s little form, until it crossed to Loid’s side of the bed. She shifted closer so that she wouldn’t have to stretch her arm too much. She made a short attempt at holding his hand, before retracting and aiming for his arm instead. She drew small circles on it, and gave a gentle smile.
“I really am glad I married you” she confessed. He didn’t know if it meant she was romantically interested in him, or if she was content in this faux arrangement. But one thing was certain, she wasn’t going to want to go anywhere else for a while.
(He didn’t think it a victory for Operation Strix at first, he thought it a victory for himself. This happiness and relief was personal)
He held the hand that was on his arm and slid it down until it lay atop Anya’s waist. She stirred as soon as they did, and mumbled something on the lines of “Ma…don’t throw the dishes at Pa…”
Their eyes met for a split second.
They burst into giggles right after. Yor even snorted before her free hand flew up to her face, embarrassed by how unbecoming of a sound she just made.
“Please refrain from throwing dishes at me” he teasingly requested.
“We’ll see” she jested back, a small smile playing on her lips. She turned her hand until she was able to hold her husband’s hand better, fuller, even tighter. She gently stroked the top of his palm with her thumb. She snuggled into the covers more. She closed her eyes and muttered good night; her stroking stopped as she drifted off.
Loid let the lone tear escape his eye. He wiped it; he wiped every putrid memory of his past from his mind right then and there, and scooted closer to his new family and for the first time in eons, felt content.
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shittystuff · 7 months
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I need Hozier to sing me to sleep live
Headphones aren't cutting it anymore
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lilis-lullaby · 3 months
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"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, that silver and gold may come down and cover me."
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