I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this concept since I made this post about it. Soul singing lullabies to Heart when he’s in Apathy… Save me Soul lullabies singing to Heart in Apathy…
I want to make a second version with Mind singing to Heart, too. The fandom will likely execute me [/pos) since I plan on having him sing The Crane Wives, but that’s a sacrifice I can make.
When my little sisters and baby cousins ask for a lullaby, I'll most likely sing them a slowed down “yin & Yang” by Tally Hall because it's warm and nice, but “rises the moon” by Liana Flores is my personal favorite.
Grian then closed the gap between them, kissing Mumbo.
Piece 2/4 of the @hermitshippingbigbang !! This one is for @eats-all-your-shoes' wonderful fic!! Be sure to check it out as well as my co-artist's piece!
you guys were so right to choose mermaid!reader x lighthouse keeper!joel because I am having the best time
sneak peek under the cut ⚓
With a practiced hand, Joel reached for the oil lamp, its polished brass surface gleamed in the fading light. He carefully opened the reservoir cap and began pouring the clear, fragrant oil. The room filled with a faint scent. He listened to the waves as he lit the lantern, creating the sole light that guided him up the lighthouse. Joel imagined the violent waters hitting the bedrock. With time, they would all turn into sand. He looked up. The stairs were endless, going round and round. He spotted seaweed and mold in the same places, observed the humidity that darkened the underside of the stairs that barely hung onto the walls.
The small flame on the wick grew, casting an amber light that illuminated the inside. Joel's eyes focused on the growing flame, his gaze steady as he watched the light take hold.