#sings ocean eyes by billie eilish

[bsjsbsjdnjd]

i like men prettier than me. martin ødegaard is a pretty man. i have no choice but to stan.

#martin ødegaard #martin odegaard #he's so beautiful it hurts #sings ocean eyes by billie eilish

[allexestelle]

My soul needs this song released

#singing lessons #happier than ever #gay #music #ocean eyes #billie eilish #taylor swift #ariana grande #lana del rey #singing #when we all fall asleep where do we go #dont smile at me #when the party's over

[pos-sam]

Not me crying while listening to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish & thinking of Chevalier 🥲

#ikemen ouji #ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #billie eilish #ocean eyes #cybird #otome #otome games #imagine MC singing this song to herself regarding him & he just happens to overhear #or make it Rio instead as he agonizes over the fact that the song is for Chev but he wants to pretend it's for him #all the ANGST 💔💔💔

[alison321singer]

Ocean Eyes 1b

I am singing and Gusti Indra Muliawan is playing the piano for the song called "Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish" recorded through my microphone.

"Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." All rights go to their respective owners. No Copyright Infringements of rights intended. I make no money from my videos, which means none of my videos are monetize.

Yes, I have permission to use this music as backing a track. From Gusti Indra Muliawan, "yes of course you can, you can use my piano cover for anything. thank you :)"

Piano arrangement by Gusti Indra Muliawan Link to original video: https://youtu.be/wnq-zWCeGPQ?si=qaopSm4tiw95NpMU Song: Ocean Eyes Artist: Billie Eilish Genres: Pop music, Contemporary R&B, Russian Indie, Dance/Electronic

#mk-f400usb #condenser #usb #microphone #singing #cover #song #singer #pop filter #vocal #Ocean Eyes #Billie Eilish #music #video #piano #Gusti Indra Muliawan #Alison Mason #Youtube

[miksweety]

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish, layering harmonies 😍

#Billie Eilish #ocean eyes #ocean eyes harmonies #Michaela betts #vocal harmony #singer songwriter #layering vocals #singing #music #session singer

[lanadelreyvisualaesthetics]

Lana performing at Coachella. 🌴

*I don't understand why Billie Eilish was on stage with Lana. She brought nothing to the set. Lana could have sung Video Games in her little swing all by herself. She should have brought in The Weeknd or father John Misty who actually have songs with Lana. To bring Billie up there to sing Ocean Eyes and Video Games was a wasted opportunity. That's my opinion.

#lana del rey #billie eilish #coachella #festival

[7ndipity]

More Songs That Remind Me Of Them

Ot7

A/N: I made a list like this ages ago here, but since y’all shared some songs that reminded you of the guys, I thought I’d make a new one!(lowkey want to make playlists for each member, but I don’t know if y’all would want those, lol)

Masterlist

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Jin:

J’s Lullaby by Delaney Bailey

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

Cool Blue by The Japanese House

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Wish by Choi Yuri

Yoongi:

Like Real People Do by Hozier

One of Your Girls by The Weekend, Lily-Rose Depp, & Jennie(I’ve seen too many tiktok edits not to mention this one)

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles

11:11 by Taeyeon

I’m Your Girl by Khan

Hobi:

Reflections by The Neighborhood

My Love by Mitski

Don’t Go Insane by dpr Ian(lowkey need a collab from him and Hobi)

Dance by iamnotshane

Lights by Harry Styles

Namjoon:

Drown by Baekyun

If You Love Her by Tokyo Tea Room

Youth by Ateez

Green & Gray by Nickel Creek

Only For A Moment by Eric Nam

Jimin:

Wanderlust by Eloise

Darling by Seventeen

This Must Be My Dream by The 1975

Kiss Kiss by Shinee

Magic by Coldplay

Taehyung:

Break Up With Your Girlfriend by Arianna Grande

Dear Happy by Dodie & Thomas Sanders(don’t think abt how good he would sound singing this🥺)

Someone's Someone by Monsta X

Cherry by Harry Styles

I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker

Jungkook:

Day Night by Lee Youngji

Collision by Stray Kids

Stay by The Kid LAORI & Justin Bieber

Boys Like You by Dodie

Back To Me by The Rose

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

#song recs #bts aesthetic #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts headcanons #bts playlist #7ndipity #bts requests #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts x y/n

[lilpunkrock]

where you go (i will go) — part xi

Summary: Your resting hours take an unexpected turn. Empathy presents a defining moment. When Matthew gives you an idea, you decide to venture where you have never gone before.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader

Words: 5.3k+

AN: Things are ramping up. Enjoy the chapter, my friends!

. . .

“Burning cities and napalm skies;

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes…

I’m scared, I’ve never fallen from quite this high;

Falling into your ocean eyes.”

ocean eyes, Billie Eilish

. . . 

part xi

The prickle in your nostrils that coaxes you into alertness is beloved, familiar. The gentle sting of saltwater. Other senses spring to life after the first–the bright melody of seabirds singing above you, a plush warmth beneath the palms of your hands. Sand. When your eyelids flutter open, a robin’s egg sky greets you. 

Slowly, you rise to your feet, patting remnants of sand off your clothing. Now, this is new, you think as you spin in a circle, drinking in your surroundings. The white gold sun above and green foliage of the mountains to your right tell you that you must be in your unconscious. After all, you know it’s winter in the Waking World.  

As your gaze sweeps over the honey-gold beach stretching endlessly before and behind you, it occurs to you that there’s something familiar about this place. When your eyes turn to the Tiffany blue tide of the ocean to your left, it finally hits you—this place looks exactly like Dream Country’s shore. If Dream Country’s shore was crafted by a middle-aged mother in desperate need of a tropical vacation rather than a tall and broody Endless, that is.

It’s on pure instinct that you turn to face the opposite side of the beach. Where empty sand stood moments ago, there now stands a dark, slim figure with a shock of charcoal hair. There’s only one person you know who would wear leather lace-up boots to the beach. “Dream?” you call incredulously, squinting at his familiar figure through the brilliant sunlight. 

The Dream Lord approaches you slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, seemingly impervious to the warm sun beaming down on the two of you. A fresh breeze swoops over the sea, ruffling his hair like raven’s feathers. Your eyes follow the movement carefully, observing the shuffle of the sand as his boots glide over it, the way the sunlight imbues his pointed nose and high cheekbones with the slightest hint of pink. As he comes to a stop before you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Am I dreaming?” 

Dream’s dark brows curve upwards, partially disappearing under his wild hairline. “Was it not you who once told me that deities do not dream?” he responds. 

Your lips fall into a hard line. “Touché. But this isn’t a memory, either…so, what is this?” Your gaze flickers from his face, to the sand at your feet, and back again. Tentatively, you kick up a spray of sand with the tip of your shoe. It peppers the pant leg of his black jeans ungracefully, but it does make contact. Curious now, you reach out to poke him once in the center of his chest. His sinewy form is surprisingly sturdy under your prod. “Are you even real?” 

A lick of amusement flickers through his ocean blue eyes, as fleeting as a flame. “Was it not you who once said that, since you do not dream, I cannot intervene?” 

His words give you pause. Because he’s right–that was what you’d told him the night you sat together on the beach, your soul battered and broken by the weight of your memories. The sentiment still made sense to you now. The level of unconsciousness that deities retreated into when in need of a recharge bore no dreams, no nightmares. It was a place between wakefulness and sleep. As the King of Dreams and Nightmares, he should have no dominion over this space. 

“You do a lot of quoting me to be the real Dream. He prefers to kind of tell things like they are,” you comment, peering up at Fake Dream’s features curiously. For being a figment of your unconscious, he looked so real. Down to the dipped Cupid’s bow above his rosebud lips, the dimple at the tip of his nose, the capricious flare of his perpetual bedhead. 

Your heart flutters at the perfection of these details, then clenches with the realization that it was you who must have soaked those details in, locking them up in some corner of your mind to be used here. Because, at the end of the day, this wasn’t a memory. You had never stood on a honey-gold beach with the Dream Lord by a Tiffany blue ocean. 

After eons stuck reliving the last moments of your mortal life, why were your resting hours suddenly changing? First the shadow that had overtaken your memories, and now this. Did it have something to do with the shift that the Fates had described? The formation of the attachments between you and Dream? Your mind reels with possibilities. You shift your feet deeper in the sand in response, seeking to ground yourself. You could ponder the ‘how’ and the ‘why’ later. Right now, slipping into an unconscious free of memories felt like much more of a blessing than a problem.  

“So, this is my unconscious playground, then. What are you doing here?”

Fake Dream’s brows rise higher at your question. “We are in your mind. Why do you have me here?” 

His question sends a rush of blood flooding your cheeks. You suspect you know exactly why your imagination would have brought him here. A jolt of paranoia crackles through you as you wonder whether thoughts and feelings play aloud in an unconscious mind. Your eyes flicker through the air around the two of you, as if looking for thought bubbles. Fake Dream or not, you’d still rather him not know the truth. “Not important,” you say hastily, waving him off. “I’ve never had a choice like this before.  It’s always been reliving memories or staying awake…so, what do we do?”

Fake Dream watches you thoughtfully. After a long pause, he dips his chin, saying, “You say you have never been given a choice. What would you like to do?”

Under the robin’s egg sky, you respond with a smile. 

. . . 

“And then they said a ‘darkness’ was coming, and that I needed to be very careful with my abilities and decisions. Said I needed to ‘choose wisely.’”

“Well, that’s some cryptic bullshit.”

Laughter rings through the open air of the grove as Matthew ruffles his feathers proudly from his perch on your knee. You beam up at him from where you lie in the grass, crossing your arms behind your head to make better eye contact with him. “Tell me about it. Cryptic bullshit is kind of what they’re known for, though.”

The lush flora and fauna of Fiddler’s Green paints a flawless masterpiece behind Matthew’s feathered form, his dark body standing in stark contrast to the scarlet phlox, baby pink Russell lupine, and pale baby’s breath flourishing around you. A fluttering monarch lands on a Black Eyed Susan mere feet away from your face, dipping its feet into the flower’s golden pollen. You smile at the sight. 

“You have any idea what they might’ve been talking about?” Matthew asks, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes gleam like black marbles in the sunlight as he peers down at you curiously.

Did you have any idea what they were talking about? There were certainly possibilities that you’d pondered since the Fates had come to visit you a couple of days ago. Admittedly, it had been a welcome distraction from your thoughts of Dream and the bizarre turn your resting hours had taken. Contemplating the Fates’ warning didn’t totally rid your mind and heart of their anxious buzzing about the Dream Lord, but it did help. 

“There are some possibilities. I mean, they could have been referring to my work crafting with Dream. Maybe something about the words and images I’m placing into the minds of dreamers? Or maybe it’s something to do with my abilities, my function…maybe I’m supposed to do something new with it?”

“Something new, huh?” Matthew cranes his beak toward the sky, contemplating. When he looks back down at you, his talons grip your knee a little tighter. “What about Desire’s bonds? Maybe you can do something to them. I don’t know…maybe you can break one?”

You give him a small, wistful smile. Blades of grass tickle your cheeks as you shake your head. “No, no, my friend. I don’t think it’s that. I’ve only ever touched one once. Hurt like Morningstar’s Hell. After that experience…well, I honestly don’t know if I could break one. At the end of the day, the Endless are more powerful than deities like me…I’m not sure it’s even possible.”

Matthew ruffles his feathers lightly, repositioning his talons on your knee. “Well, regardless, they said your scales are staying balanced, right? Seems like Desire’s not good enough to keep that from you anymore.” He cocks his head at you, suddenly quiet. You can practically hear the gears churning in his head as he contemplates his next words. “What would happen if your scales stayed unbalanced, anyway?” he finally asks, curious eyes blinking owlishly at you. 

Your lips part at his question, surprised. Surprised that he finally asked, surprised that he didn’t ask sooner, really. In the months that you’d known each other, you’d never brought the subject up. After all, it wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed pondering. 

“Well, it’s normal for the scales to be thrown off balance sometimes. But if I failed to re-balance them for too long, if they became too askew to fix?” You pause, licking your lips nervously. Matthew watches you carefully, expectant. With a deep breath, you tell him the truth, “I would be unmade, my friend. Like our Dream Lord unmakes a dream.” Your fingers twist through the blades of grass beneath you, a small outlet for the turbulence churning in your chest. “The only difference is, there’s no replacement for me. Think about it–why do you think the world devolves further into chaos as gods and goddesses fade to nothing? There’s no one left to preside over their functions and ensure order after they go. When it comes to deities…you only get one shot.”

“You spoke of me.”

You sit up with a start. The rumble of that familiar baritone pulls your eyes forward, past Matthew, to Fiddler’s Green’s newest visitor. Dream of the Endless approaches the two of you from the opposite side of the grove, his dark cloak rippling behind him in the sweet, floral-scented breeze. 

As Matthew hops from your knee to your arm, allowing you to stand, your eyes can’t help but drink in the faint shadow along Dream’s jaw, his proud nose, the way his ears barely peek out from within that wild hair of his. Fates, he really did look like Fake Dream. Or, rather, Fake Dream looked just like him. Your unconscious had outdone itself. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased or begrudged about that. 

“Oh, hey, boss!” Matthew crows, snapping you out of your reverie. He flaps his wings and takes flight, soaring to perch on the Dream Lord’s shoulder, instead. 

Dream inclines his head to peer at Matthew with a shadow of amusement. Still, his feet draw him closer to you. The lush grass and clusters of flowers seem to part around him instinctively, making way for their creator. “What might you two be up to?” he inquires, dark brows arched with intrigue.

Matthew ruffles his feathers, sticking out his chest proudly. “Oh, you know, pondering, theorizing, plotting. Big brain shit.” 

Your fingers twitch anxiously at Matthew’s words. You hadn’t yet decided whether you were going to say anything to Dream about the Fates’ visit. While you valued his wisdom and wanted his insight, you worried that the conversation might shift to Desire, which could snowball into you revealing far more than you intended to. You still hoped to resolve things without having to muddy the waters of Dream’s relationship with his sibling further. 

“That sounds like dangerous work,” Dream responds. His pale gaze drifts from Matthew to you, eyes settling on your faintly pinched brow, the slight tension in your jaw. Fates, he can read you like a book. With a quirk of his brow, he continues, “Is it something I can help you with?” 

You nibble at the inside of your cheek nervously. Your heart wants to scream ‘yes.’ And yet, your mind roars ‘no.’ You settle for something in between. “Maybe. But we can save that for another time. We have work to do, yes?” 

His attentive gaze studies you several moments longer. You force yourself to hold eye contact, his eyes burning into yours like sapphires. You wonder if he can tell you’re hiding something. Multiple somethings. The thought of it unsettles you, makes your stomach turn curdled and sour. You don’t like keeping things from him. You don’t want to. You’ve shared more with him in the past few months than you have with anyone in your entire divine existence. To keep something from him feels wrong. 

The past few months have shown you just how fervently curiosity drives Dream’s decisions and actions. That’s why you’re all the more surprised when he inclines his chin slightly, his expression relaxing. “Indeed. Another time, then. Let’s go.” 

. . . 

When you gaze into the waters of the Dreaming hours later, you find your reflection looking the most peaceful it’s been since you first read Dream’s book. Peace seems to be a consistent side effect of your time spent in the Dream Lord’s presence, of time spent watching him craft dreams and nightmares, of hours spent working together to weave first meetings and first words. The Dream Lord’s own countenance is reflected in the waters mere feet away. Though he does not sit on the dock beside you, he does crouch, his pale gaze trained on the swirls of teal and lavender stardust above you. 

When your reflection smiles back at you, the expression is genuine, unforced. Slowly, you dip one bare foot toward the water, tracing the paths of constellations reflected in the dark waves. Where these waters once frightened you, you now feel comfort in their presence. Your hands have touched many of the minds hidden within them, threads of connection that you feel thrumming in your body even now. Besides, with Dream near, you suspect you don’t have much to worry about in the way of rogue dreams and nightmares. 

A quiet sigh escapes Dream as his eyes shift to follow the patterns you draw in the waves. You could almost swear that new ripples break the surface when he speaks. “There is something I have wanted to ask you for quite some time.” 

You cease your doodling, pulling the tip of your toe from the water and drawing your knees to your chest. You turn your head to face him slowly. There are many possibilities for what his question could be, a handful of which send your heartbeat stuttering in your chest. Praying that he can’t hear it, you nod gently. “Of course. Go ahead.” 

Dream’s eyes fall away from yours then, something that surprises you. As he stares at his reflection in the waters of the Dreaming, his Adam’s apple bobs, his jaw winding itself tightly. You suspect he’s weighing whether or not he truly wants to say what is on his mind. You grant him space in silence, studying his expression as it shifts from contemplation to resolve. “I suspect I have had many attachments of my own over the eons. I have had partners. A son, even.” He swallows thickly, his jugular taught as rope. His voice is raspy, forced, as he asks, “Have you…?”

Your lips part in surprise at his words. Granted, you hadn’t just seen your name in the Dream Lord’s book that night. There had been other names from millenia gone by colored in red and purple, even two attachments that had shone a brilliant shade of green. Not to mention the rumors you’d heard of Dream’s failed relationships from throughout the eons. You had been so preoccupied with stressing over the attachments between the two of you that, admittedly, you hadn’t given the other names in his book much thought. 

Your eyes drink in the sight of him–his slightly furrowed brows, his tightly clasped hands, his eyes staunchly affixed on his reflection. It’s evident that this question carries weight, that it’s something he has been pondering for a very long time. A dull ache permeates your chest at the thought. You wish he would have asked you sooner. Eager to smooth the discomfort from his features, you shake your head firmly. “No. While your relationships technically fall within my domain, I don’t intervene with attachments of the Endless. Nor any other lower gods and goddesses, for that matter. I’ve always considered that to be potentially… problematic, to put it lightly.”

The crinkle between Dream’s eyebrows smooths. Though he gives no response, his jawline does loosen, his Adam’s apple falling back into place with a thick swallow. The ache in your chest softens as you watch him thoughtfully. 

When your thoughts return to the list of names in his book, a question of your own comes to mind. Warmth tinges your cheeks as you contemplate it, weighing whether or not you should ask. 

“Have you had many lovers?” you finally say, mind lingering on the attachments you saw in his book. Killala. Nada. Calliope. You already know he’s had partners throughout the eons. And yet, some morbid sense of curiosity within you wants to hear the words from his own mouth. Though their names lacked the white philia attachment that you shared with Dream, the eros and philautia attachments you’d seen between them left a sharp pang in your heart. An emotion you knew well, yet hesitated to identify. Jealousy. 

Much to your astonishment and quiet pleasure, your question actually seems to surprise Dream. His face goes hilariously blank at your words, his eyes turned pointedly from you. You almost feel a little proud at being able to pull such a reaction from him. You watch as his small, full lips work slowly, contemplating. After a long pause, he purses them, murmuring, “...one might say I’ve had a few.” 

A heavy swallow works down your throat as your heart flutters like butterfly wings in your chest. What was this bizarre mix of emotion that held your throat in such a vice? Nervousness, embarrassment, envy? You lean forward slightly, seeking to catch his eye. “What happened?” you ask quietly. Perhaps his answer would give you a reason not to look further into the philia attachment between the two of you, a reason to finally lay your worries to rest. Or perhaps it would do exactly the opposite. Regardless of the outcome, you wanted to know. 

Dream’s eyes remain fixed on the waves for a long time. So long that, taken off-guard as he was, you wonder if he didn’t hear you. When he does finally turn in your direction, there is a shift in his gaze that steals the breath from your lungs. A hesitancy, a wariness. The first sign of uncertainty you may have ever seen from him. For so long, you’d sought openness from him, a crack in the armor. Now that you’re faced with it, the intensity is almost too much to bear. 

“I am not entirely sure.” The Dream Lord’s voice is soft. Almost sad. “Perhaps that is why the process continues to repeat itself.” 

You study him in silence, pondering the rumors you’ve heard about him over the eons. Rumors you’d purposely sought out over the past few months since you’d met. You’d thought that the tales might help you understand him better, that they might help you solve the enigma that was the Dream Lord. You’d heard tales of a Dream King who banished his lover to Hell when he felt she had rejected him. Whispers of a Dream King who refused to help his son out of devotion to the natural way of the world, a decision which cost him his wife and child. Rumors of a Dream King who was different, happier, before Desire sowed romantic interest for a sun in his lover’s heart. Of all of the rumors you’ve heard, it’s the last that hurts the most, pressing upon your heart like a bruise. 

He was proud. He was stubborn. He placed his value in his function and prioritized it above all, at times to a fault. Others deemed him unfeeling, bound to his rules too tightly, steeped in hubris. 

But as you hold the Dream Lord’s starlit gaze, you feel yourself flip the page, seeking the other half of the story. He was prideful and confident because he suspected the only being in this world he could truly rely on was himself. He was bound to his rules and function because in a world that was perpetually changing, they alone remained constant. It was easier to be set in your ways than it was to bend for another, only to end up rebuffed or abandoned. It was easier to wall off your heart than it was to place it in another’s hands, cautiously hopeful that they’d care for it kindly.  

A bittersweet ache throbs in your chest, heavy and sorrowful. You blink away the prickling that begins to surface at the back of your eyes. Your fingers itch to reach over and touch his arm, his hand, something. Instead, you swallow thickly, flattening your fingers against the wood of the dock. “Love is as much about sacrifice as it is about reward,” you say softly, voice barely audible over the whisper of the waves beneath you. “Love is…difficult.”

Dream’s lips part slightly at your words, his cool gaze regarding you thoughtfully. For a moment, he sits still as a stone, perhaps allowing your statement to sink in. When he finally shifts, lifting his chin at you ever so slightly, a twinkle has surfaced in his eyes, outshining the wariness. “Interesting words coming from the Deity of Love,” he murmurs, the ghost of a smile in his voice. 

You smile at him slowly, unable to ignore how the weight in your chest eases with the lifting of his demeanor. “To say that my work is complicated would be a grave understatement.”   

Stardust dances in the Dream Lord’s eyes at your words. A crinkle surfaces between his dark brows as he gazes at you in earnest. The urge to swipe your thumb across his forehead, to smooth any worry from his skin, is sudden and jarring. “How do you do it? Giving love so freely, expecting nothing in return?”

His question gives you pause. It’s your turn to furrow your brow as you nibble at the inside of your cheek, searching for the right words. “Hope and expectation are two different things, Dream. I think we always hope to receive love in return. I mean, how could we not? But expectations are different. Expectations imply that love is selfish and self-serving, when the exact opposite is true. It’s not about you. It’s about them.” 

Your eyes pull from his, turning to the dark waters of the Dreaming. Faint shapes and flashes of color flicker from within the ocean’s depths as billions upon billions of minds fulfill fantasies and face fears tonight. As they find loved ones and soulmates, hearing those beloved first words for the very first time. You smile. “I give them love without expecting reciprocation because they deserve it. Everyone deserves love. And, well, it makes me happy.” 

As you dip a toe back into the waves, you call out to the dreamers within. The response is immediate, a pouring of molten warmth into your soul that fills you up, up, up, until you’re sure you must glow with light. You wonder if he can see it, if he can feel the way your soul sings as it calls out to them. “When it feels this good to give, why would you not?” 

. . . 

“Hey, look at this one!” 

The Triton’s trumpet you lift from the sea is as big as your hand, a magnificent twist of cream, gold, beige, and umber. Tiffany blue waves splash at your rolled-up pant legs as you slosh back toward the shore. When you toss the shell at him, Fake Dream catches it with nimble hands. 

“This is really what you wish to spend your resting hours doing?” he says, his deep voice echoing over the tide. Slowly, he bends to place the Triton’s trumpet alongside the pile of empty conches, murexes, and whelks at his side. 

You run a hand through your hair, hastily gathering the wind-swept strands away from your face. You back-track into the waves slowly, toes digging into the sand to keep your balance. “What else would I want to do?” you call to him. “I spend my waking hours forming love attachments between mortals, talking to an ex-human bird, and watching the King of Dreams and Nightmares craft fantastical, mind-bending creations. Why wouldn’t I want to spend a little time doing something normal?”

“Normal is relative. Governing dreams and nightmares is normal for me. Crafting attachments is normal for you.” 

A dry laugh escapes you as you gaze at him incredulously, an amused smile on your lips. You plant your feet firmly in the sand, placing your hand on your hips. “Okay, smartass. You know what I mean. Doing something human.” Something with a rough, spiked surface pokes the underside of your toe, and you dip down quickly, plunging an eager hand into the water. Your fingers procure a white Jewel Box from the sand. When you spot the tiny sea creature still living within it, you return it to the ocean with a smile. “Life is about more than functions and the big, sweeping grand scheme of things. It’s about the little things, too. Life’s simple pleasures. Why do you think I get coffee every morning?” 

You spend a few quiet moments sifting your feet through the sand, looking for more shells under the clear blue water. A dip of your hand into the sand rewards you with half a sand dollar. Its ivory surface is smooth as stone beneath your fingertips. When you raise your head, showing it to Fake Dream with pride, you find him watching you thoughtfully. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, a black-clad, pale-skinned man standing on a sunny beach in boots, he looks like someone who’s never had a lick of fun in his life. 

As your eyes drink in his tall, dark, and broodiness, a thought occurs to you. When you wade through the water toward the shore, it’s with purpose. Stopping a mere foot away, you look into his ocean-blue eyes with earnesty. If your cheeks warm as his gaze holds yours–well, the sunlight is brilliant today, isn’t it?  “If you were to do something just for yourself, just for your own enjoyment…what would it be?” 

. . . 

The smell of the saltwater is sweet and familiar in your nose as you weave through the diner by the sea. You turn and twist and side-step quickly, dodging patrons and servers in spite of the fact that you could pass right through them. It’s about the little things. Life’s simple pleasures. The words you’d spoken to Fake Dream last night in your unconscious echo in your mind, bringing a smile to your lips. When you look out the wall of windows on your right, a panoramic view of an ivory beach and dark blue waves greets you. Early winter has turned South Carolina blue-toned and chilly. It’s not the honey-gold beach and rolling green mountains of your dreams, but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. 

You turn your gaze forward, approaching a young man and woman sitting in a corner booth of the diner. The list of assignments in your pocket had linked their names with a purple philautia attachment. Their first date at this restaurant was one of your last assignments of the morning. A steaming cup of Cliff’s coffee was narrowly within your reach. 

But as the crowd of patrons thins, clearing your way to the table, all thoughts of caffeine leave your mind. Because the pale purple philautia attachment isn’t the only thread present at the table. A black thread, thick and pulsing, snakes from the young man’s chest, slithering across the floor and out the restaurant’s door, linking him to someone beyond this place. 

Your eyes settle on the freckled face of the red-haired woman at the table. Her emerald eyes and smiling, lightly-glossed lips reveal a mix of eagerness and nerves. The dark-haired man across from her leans forward, his body language engaged, listening intently as she talks. It appears that their date is going well. And yet, you know that the presence of the black thread means that somewhere out there, there’s another mortal who has caught this man’s attention. 

Was he secretly thinking about them, even now? What if he contacted them after this date instead of the girl sitting across from him? Today, it was only a philautia attachment between them. But tomorrow, it could be an eros, a philia. How long before he abandoned the potential relationship between them for something that Desire had sowed, instead? 

You brace yourself for the panic that typically sets in upon spotting Desire’s handiwork. The thoughts that frantically race through your mind as you brainstorm solutions, ways to fulfill their attachment that will strengthen it enough to keep Desire at bay for a while longer. But the panic never comes. As your jaw clenches tightly, it’s anger, hot and molten, that surfaces in your chest instead. The emotion quickly boils over, spilling into your stiffening shoulders, your shallow breathing, the digging of your fingernails into your palms. 

You are sick of this. Sick of Desire’s attempts to destroy you over a fate you never asked for. More than that, you’re tired of watching Desire ruin mortals’ chances at love, at happiness. You’re tired of watching mortals walk into the same trap that you had once walked into yourself. Tired of knowing that there would be others like you out there if you didn’t put an end to this. 

The memory of Matthew’s words crashes over you in a wave. I don’t know. Maybe you can break one. 

When your hand lifts, reaching for the black thread slowly, it’s of its own accord. Your palm tingles with the memory of your last attempt to touch one of Desire’s bonds. But the humming of your own power under your skin is overpowering, insistent, urging you to try. 

Try. 

When your hand closes around Desire’s thread, it’s as if a blade has been driven clean through your palm, muscle and all. You cry out, releasing it on instinct. Just as quickly as the pain had come, however, rage follows. Rage at Desire’s meddling, at all the hurt and misery they’ve caused you. Rage at the fact that touching the thread hurt. Rage at yourself for letting go. 

With a snarl, you close your fingers around the dark bond again, gripping tighter. Pain ignites across your skin, branding you. But this time, you don’t let go. The humming under your skin gets stronger the longer you hold it, growing and growing. As agony roars through your arm, your power rages alongside it, escalating from a hum, to a vibration, to convulsing. The quake within you is jarring, seismic. Something greater than you, something out of your control. Your mind struggles to wrangle it, to channel it toward the bond in your hand. 

Bend. Bend to me. 

The seconds stretch on like millenia. And still, despite your determination, the agony becomes too great. You release the thread with a hiss, cradling your throbbing palm to your chest. When you lower your gaze to peer at your skin hesitantly, you find no physical affliction. But the brand upon your spirit is grizzly and red. 

In that moment, standing in the center of the diner, seeing all and being seen by none, something clicks in you. 

You reach out with your burning hand, fingers plucking at the philautia attachment between the couple with purpose. Its pale lavender darkens to a radiant purple, pulsing like a heartbeat. Thank you, it calls out to you. 

“You’re welcome,” you whisper in return. Your feet move beneath you, carrying your plotting mind away from your attachment, away from the young couple, away from Desire’s thread. 

For now.

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[wettestnjaay]

hi! I love your stories, can you please write a Kent x Vampire reader?

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"YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME CRY.."

KENT FISHER x BLACK!VAMPIRE!READER FLUFF/LIGHT-SMUT

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"He finds her sex toys and proves that he is better" - @fezandashgirlfriend & ANONYMOUS

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OCEAN EYES - BILLIE EILISH

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

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SUMMARY; Seeking out of school with kent, as he'd found your little toys you been using behind his back but almost getting caught by the cops.., he rewards you for having a plan that works but also shows you he is way better than the no good shoes you got hanging around your room.

WARNING !

Kent is a little bratty, light sex, oral (female receiving), biting, breast-play, cum eating, pussy eating, face riding, body worship to the max, pet names such as babygirl, angel and sweet girl, kent is just mostly pleasing you, ..

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YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO BE THE MOST GOOFIEST COUPLE AT NEVERMORE, not quite popular but noticeable, not toxic but sweet and full of love, not quite rough but going through it smoothly you know.

But that must had lend to you what you guys were going tonight, you guys were quite the troublemakers, well mainly Kent, you were the one always getting him out of trouble but once you guys were dating,

It was like a game of checkers against the rest of the school.

You would play a prank so good, and play it off as if Kent did it and everyone would believe he did, but do you both have that power, a siren and a vampire who can both control another.

You controlling with just eye contact, and him luring others with his pearly, ocean blue eyes and, hypnotic singing.

The relationship was full of trust, you both maybe control one or other at least once but made a promise to only do it when it is needed, such as one not talking to the other, or needing a confession, and wanting to know what's wrong.

But nothing to personal, Leading into the moment you were in right now, panting out a breath, you'd found Kent in your dorm waiting for you, and he'd seem pretty off a little but he didn't tell you anything,

That was until you told him to wait for you outside of the build as he asked you to come with him to get something, as he left you room you noticed the shoe box unearth your bed was half way open..

You try to ignore it as you quickly got dress, not putting on any panties as you believed you would make it up to him but boy, were you wrong.

You running down the street with Kent by you side.

As you turn the corner you'd came to a dead end which left you both with a groan, Kent was babbling trying to figure out what was next, you just stared at him and just let out a puff of your breath.

Now as you were both turned around, you'd seen the flicker of the torches and flashlights coming in closer and fear filled your veins at the thought of being caught.

You swallow hard and turn towards Kent, "Do you trust me?",,

He nodded his head as you asked and looked deeply into his eyes as his hands gripped onto your waist,

Mumbling a small 'fuck it' before smashing his lips onto yours as you grip the collar of his shirt and pulled him more closer to you, closer as possible, making his back press against the wall, as he blinked into the kiss seeing how you needed this.

You pulled away just as you catch a breathe and then called out for another.

His eyes widened a little softly, but without hesitation his lips were covering yours once again.

heat instantly filled your body once again, forgetting that y'all were being followed until the sound of stuttering guards interrupted you.

"Oh! Apologies my Lord-.. I..I will leave you guys be as soon as possible." the man said as he covered his eyes and walked away, cheeks reds.

Kents eyes never left yours as he stared down at you, shocked at your little trick you played on the man,

Your cheeks warmed as you buried yourself into the boys chess and let your warm shaking breath touch the surface of it before looking up at him smiling, "That question is such a turn on for me for some reason.."

Kent hummed as he tucked a piece of you braided hair behind your ear and planting his mouth on your cheek before planting it onto your forehead leaving little kisses.

With due, you guys were in the popular cafe playing around, and running around, the lights of the small building were off, only to Kent to tap the lamp costing a small bit of light to glow in the room

You played music next to the lamp, as you guys connected with each other, attaching your body together as your head rested on his shoulders and his arms around your waist as you rocked against one and another.

As you guys were looking deeply into each others eyes, those ocean eyes.. not even a little fair as you seen all of the lust piled up inside, you notice that their was a problem,

He planted about 6 pecks around your face, and another 6 on your lips, back to back as you pulled him back for more, needing more and having to have more.

Before you knew it you were laid in on the booth table, shirtless, bra-less only with your skirt on.

Kent was caressing all over your body, squeezing your jaw making you keep eye contact with him, squeezing your thighs.

Trailing his hands up to your inner-thigh reaching for your pussy before pulling away and caressing your breast, pulling and biting at your nipples.

"I know, you know what I know." Kent told you looking deeply into your eyes.

You kissed your teeth, before he opened your mouth and spat inside of it before closing your mouth making sure you swallowed it all,

Finally letting his hand cupped your clothed pussy, he smiled to himself as he felt the wetness.

"You leaking through your draws or you decided not to wear any tonight?" He argued, "Maybe you were to busy about to play with yourself with those toy, huh-ain't that right?"

You felt yourself dripping more as he bought out your sex-toys your kept in that box under your bed,, normally you would put it away in the closet, maybe behind some boxes on the top shelf, but you just forgot to replace it back up there that evening ?

He ripped your skirt off as you whimpered at the rough touch, his hand still ghosting around your pussy as you threw your head back and moaned.

He came closer to your ear and whispered so sweetly but rough, "I could be so much better, doll..,"

"I could let you feed on me, I could touch you in the places you want to be touch, and I can pleasure you more, make you really moan and all.. all of that because you're my everything.."

"And I don't want no toys beating me at make your feel like you're my everything." He added shortly after, panting groaning in your ear as he grind on the edge of the table, needing affection.

Pulling you closer to him, he spat on his dick, palming himself a couple of times before placing himself between your pussy lips, just like a hotdog between bread,

He kissed your forehead before pushing your head into his neck whispering as you whimper and babble, "Bite me baby, you know you want to.. go ahead."

With that being side, you moaned as his mushroom tip press against your clit tapping it making your legs shake a bit.

As your vangs came out, your planted them into his shoulder.

You bit him, sucking up blood, as you eyes rolled back, and body started to go out of control, hips rocking against his cock, arms wrapped around his back, hands starching his back leaving major marks, you couldn't do anyways but shake up your body.

His blood was a addiction, like something so amazing, like sex on the beach.. just drinking gives you a orgasm and you were getting closer and closer.

Just as he felt you twitching, he pulled you off, backing you away.

He moves down your skin, cupping one of your breast and taking one into his mouth,, as your back arches and rises off of the table.

He bites down, letting a mark like you did on his neck, but pulls away looking at you deeply in your eyes.

"Want me to make you feel good, the best you haven't had.. I'll show you that you don't need them toys, only me."

He whines into the skin of your stomach as he kisses and bites down on it, his face sliding down towards your expose private.

"Gonna have to cum on my tongue,, now..?" He asks as he bites on your thighs kissing the corners of your pussy, before looking back up at you.

you whined for him to stop teasing you, telling him don't waste your time.

He slapped your clit with his hand making you whine as his got on his knees and placed your legs onto his shoulder, lowering his hand planting small kisses on your cunt over and over, staring back up at you dumbly and innocently.

He started making out with your pussy.. slurping up all of your pussy juices, all of the wetness, as it started to spill out more and more as he tried to clean it up.

"please..please please please-Kent!" you whined as your lift up getting a better look, he licked up your slit, as your back returned to the arched position, legs wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grabbed ahold of your right thigh, as the other hand squeezed at your breast,

You felt his breathe hike on your cunt just as his tongue entered your sticky hole, he kissed it as his head was buried even more into your cunt as your thighs tighten around his head.

You pause of a second as you felt yourself wet like hell, and so close to cumming, you whimpered now noticing that you were stuffing his head in your cunt and pulled them away

Letting your legs hang off of his shoulders as your hand followed his.

One hand caress his that was holding on to your boobies, and your other hand tugging on his hand thrusting it up and down trying to move his hand in the same place.

"O-ohhh god, Kent!" your moans filling up the dark room, "Keeppp-ahh~ keep going please!"

You begged and begged, "Keep doing it.. don't stop!"

He made eye contact with you as the other half of his face was deeply inside of your cunt, his tongue pushing in and out of you and back up pressing it against your clit, as he pushed about 3 fingers into your hole,

Making that back arches even higher and high, you moans kissing the air around you guys as you looked at the window and seeing ya'lls reflection.. you moaned even more.

Legs shaking even more as you babbled for more and more, "Please.. Im begging.., Kent say it please!" feeling that puddle building up inside of your belly.. breaking slowly but quicken as the pace of Kent speeded up.

"Im going to cum!" You babbled, as he rubbed your stomach, he kissed you cunt before humming against it shaking up your body even more, "Cum, butterfly.. do it."

Just as those words came out, you panted up a moan just as your orgasm came up, Kent rides out your high as you finally got the breath you been trying to catch for the longest,

He kissed your stomach, breast, shoulders and lips twice as he moved and kissed under your neck, "I love you.. you don't need them toys okay?" you heard him muffle.. you just pulled him in for a heavenly kissed before smiling and saying,, "I love you more."

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ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

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[namusthetic]

The Four Seasons

Color guide for the characters' comments:

Winter; Spring; Summer; Autumn;

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Winter

Jittery because had way too much sugar

Started buying presents and wrapping them in September

Has a special mug for every occasion

Likes to relax by the fire while reading or scrolling through their phone

Gives Christmas-themed socks to everyone

Sits in weird positions

Loud and affectionate with people they feel close with (even too affectionate... )

Cold and unforgiving when pissed

Has a reading list and is gonna finish it before the year ends (hopefully)

Struggles with anger management

Smiles at strangers on the street

Starts stuttering and their lisp comes out when too nervous or excited (I heard Autumn saying it was cute - oh really? - S-spring!!!!!!)

Loves surprises

Prideful, gets offended easily, but also forgives and forgets easily (it took us a whole afternoon to get them to open the door just because the three of us hung out without them - still don't know why we bothered. - HEY!!! )

Calls instead of texting

Ready to throw hands if any of their friends gets bullied or insulted

Aesthetics:

Hot chocolate and a crackling fireplace, Christmas songs and mulled wine, snow and cold wind, warm scarves and knitted gloves, snow angles and snowball fights, smirks and fistbumps, warm sweaters and tight hugs, doodles on frosty window panes, dad jokes and uncoordinated dance moves

Playlist:

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

(I Can Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Somebody To Love by Queen

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé

Snowman by Sia

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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Spring

Has various nervous tics because of anxiety

Always sitting on the floor

Often with their head in the clouds (AM NOT! - darling, I've literally seen you walk into door frames more times than I can count - ... )

Almost never raises their voice

Starts reading a book, then forgets about it and starts another one

Gets lost in daydreaming and dissociates from reality

Defends strongly what they believe in

"If I were a frog you'd be welcome on my lily pad"

Starts projects but never finishes them

Sensitive, cries easily when animals and environment is involved

In touch with their emotions and nature (and also with summer apparently - if you don't shut up, I swear. - Autumn, help me!! - oh, hell nah)

Spends long afternoons having pic-nics in the park, reading, sleeping and sunbathing

Walks in the woods looking for fae traps and playing hide and seek with foxes

Aesthetics:

Flower crowns, pic-nics and apricot jam, sunshine filtering through the leaves, birds chirping and bubbly laughter, bumblebees and bees flying from flower to flower, soft singing, flower crowns and daisy chains, curious eyes and pastel colors, small frogs and lilly pads, strawberry toasts and herbal teas, sweet smiles and paint-stained hands

Playlist:

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

Swing Lynn by Harmless

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

girls by girl in red

Coffee by beabadoobee

Juliet by Cavetown

rises the moon by Liana Flores

Where'd All the Time Go? By Dr. Dog

cardigan by Taylor Swift

No Plan by Hozier

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Summer

Sleeps with the windows open

Goes to the beach at sunrise to walk along the shore

Parties until late at night and comes home in the early morning

Afraid of never being good enough

Plans their day to the second, has a set goal in life

Chatty, makes friends easily but sometimes tries too hard

Just plain gorgeous (agreed!! - *blushes*)

Constantly doing something so they doesn't have any time to wallow in their thoughts

Sees the best in people (even Autumn? - Would you knock it off!?!!)

Doesn't need anyone's approval but cares about their found family's opinion

Has always something urgent to do

Done with everyone's whining (e- even me? - no, not you - pffft, simp. - *proceeds to throw a shoe at Winter* - You asked for it.)

Always tries to be strong by repressing their emotions (yeah, you shouldn't do that - sigh, I'll try not to)

Aesthetics:

Sunshine and linen sheets, freckles and dimples, gold and sand, warm laughter and cold cocktails, strawberry lemonade, pizza and a can of soda, tan lines and stretch marks, afternoon naps on the porch and late night rides, roller skating with their headphones on the promenade, thrift-shopping, a light breeze in the summer heat

Playlist:

Juicy by Doja Cat

Chicken Noodle Soup by J-Hope (ft. Becky G)

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

WANNABE by ITZY

Need to Know by Doja Cat

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj ft. Ciara

About Damn Time by Lizzo

Levitating (ft. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa

Egoistic by Mamamoo

Next Level by aespa

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Gashina by SUNMI

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

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Autumn

Lovely and deep, like the woods they like to wander

Started planning their Halloween costume since summer

Chooses their afternoon tea depending on their mood

Likes to sit by the window and read when starts raining

Often misunderstood

Looks dark and broody but is just a cinnamon roll (a cute, little, squishy cinnamon roll!!! - sometimes I struggle to repress the urge to push you off a cliff - nah, you know you love me - who's gonna tell them? - Not me.)

Starts reading several books at the same time and switches between them

Spends long afternoons reading in coffee shops

Struggles with depression and anxiety

Cannot function without coffee in the morning

Gets startled easily if they are focused on something else

Judges everyone silently, that's just what they do (Except Spring, she can do whatever she wants. - is it the cuteness? - It is.)

Waits for the call to end and then texts "What do you want?!?"

Aesthetics:

Eye-rolls, tired eyes, old books and fallen leaves as bookmarks, sentences underlined with shaky lines, large cardigans and knitted sweaters, dark coffee with splashes of milk, Earl Grey tea and butter biscuits, soft sighs and sweater paws, leather messenger bags and worn-out notebooks, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, fog and drizzle, the distant rumble of an incoming storm

Playlist:

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

Tired by beabadoobee

Devil Town by Cavetown

Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Blondie by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Hey Kids by Molina ft. Late Verlane

Take a Slice by Glass Animals

Vide Noir by Lord Huron

Mary On a Cross by Ghost

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Zombie by The Cranberries

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Helloo!!! ✨

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything (again, sob) but I'm back!

I chose seasons this time, and I've also added comments from each one, I thought it would be a cute thing to add, I had fun doing it.

For the character's comments I used different colors to recognize them, I hope it's not too chaotic.

Hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves,

lots of love 💜

#moodboard #aestethic #character aesthetics #tag your aesthetic #character concept #tag yourself #playlist #song suggestions #types of people #seasons #autumn #summer #winter #spring

[coeluvr]

Part 2, and yes, I used a little of lyrics from Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish:

Helios carries his belongings across the crowded hallways as he gets himself sorted. His morning hadn't started out great and potential, but that doesn't include the rest of the day.

Crown Academy is a private boarding school for kids like him, yet the majority of students are kids from normal family, so even though the hierarchy means a big deal here, not many bother to care actually.

Still, he belongs right at the top. Along with Hunter, Fadiya, Vincent, and Soarine. He wouldn't say he likes the distance put among him and the other students, then again, he never likes them much either.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in." Said the voice inside the headmaster's room, and Helios walks in as soon as he's given permission.

Apparently, Headmaster Lancelot's busy as ever. He keeps on singing the pilling files next to him, and put them just next to him once he's done.

"Helios, long time no see," The headmaster greets Heliso, it brings a smile to his face. "Sorry for calling at such moment, but I figure that you'll be right for this job. Thus, I call you."

"What it is about, sir? I'll make sure I'll get it done." Helios can't help but smiles boarder as he detects the approval of one of the many person he admires the most. Whether from his past life or now, Sir Lancelot is still the same. "What do you need for me?"

Headmaster Lancelot smiles as he put down his glasses, and pats the boy in front of him, but withdraws it as he begins to speak.

"I believe Soarine has told you that a new student will be joining your dormitory." He continues as Helios nods, trying to explain the situation. "They're the child of a friend of mine. Apparently, someone's trying to hurt them. They barely had the time to escape, but not their twin brother."

A certain feeling of dejà vu begins to surrounds Helios's mind and hearts.

"Their twin brother is currently in coma. To protect their safety, my friends decide to enroll the other half here, but there'll be suspicions. One that I'll hope you and the others could deal with it. And I believe you all can do it."

"Their name is MC. If I'm not wrong, they are currently waiting for you in the school garden. Give them a tour, will you?"

He should've see it coming. Helios picks up his pace as he ran across the school grounds, a few students cursed at him as he bumps into them. But he doesn't care.

He needs to find you. He needs you in his arms. Right now. It makes sense all sudden. Of why you've been appearing more and more frequently in his visions.

You're telling him you're coming, and that he needs to fulfill his promise to you. The one you made him promised to you.

And there he saw you. You're sitting next to Fadiya. The latter looks up to Helios, as if telling him that you're here. But he needn't to be told, he can see you. He can hear you.

The most shocked one is obviously not him only. Vincent and Soarine, as well as Hunter are now all behind him. Processing their minds, trying to connect the dots.

And that's when you look at him.

You look up to Helios, with confusion. You don't know why so suddenly, but a girl appears next to you immediately as soon as you walks in the courtyard, where everyone is. Your mind is still about your twin, even though your brother promises to you that he'll come the sooner he feels better, you would rather him to lay low and stay safe until the right time.

And that's when your eyes glance upon his. Pale blue-grey eyes that reflects your entirety, and you're drawn to him, almost, immediately.

I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes

Before you knew, you're pulled into his arms. And for some reasons, you never retreat from him. You look at his name tag, and you call him by his name.

"...Helios."

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

Call me by your name. I dare you, darling.

Helios, the boy in front of you, burries you in depth of his arms as you rest yourself in his necks, not caring of those eyes around you.

Your heart flutters the way he calls your name.

"MC..."

This was cute. Can't imagine how confused MC is tho like "why's this random guy being like this?"

#coaaf if: written fanwork #coaaf if: Helios and MC

[sp00ky-p00ky]

I was tagged for this a few days ago by @anarchistpunkbastard so let's go! 💜🦇

Rules : Spell your url with songs and tag the amount of people that equal the number of letters in your name 🎶

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You Get What You Give by New Radicals

(I hit the limit for sings on this post. Just go on Spotify and listen to it 💛☀️)

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#tagged #music #about me #spooky #cute

[alison321singer]

Ocean Eyes 1a

I am singing and Gusti Indra Muliawan is playing the piano for the song called "Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish" recorded through my camcorder.

"Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." All rights go to their respective owners. No Copyright Infringements of rights intended. I make no money from my videos, which means none of my videos are monetize.

Yes, I have permission to use this music as backing a track. From Gusti Indra Muliawan, "yes of course you can, you can use my piano cover for anything. thank you :)"

Piano arrangement by Gusti Indra Muliawan Link to original video: https://youtu.be/wnq-zWCeGPQ?si=qaopSm4tiw95NpMU Song: Ocean Eyes Artist: Billie Eilish Genres: Pop music, Contemporary R&B, Russian Indie, Dance/Electronic

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[moonchild-in-blue]

darya can you give me some soft song suggestions?? 👀

Boy, can I??

Okay, SO! This is a bit of a mix of genres/vibes I suppose, to give it a bit of variety. Also it's highly biased list since these are quite literally some of my all time favourites ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (blue for my mostest beloveds!)

(cut here because i don't wanna spam people's dash. It's so longggg omgiapologiseoop-)

Indie / Pop vibes (aka more on the mainstream artists spectrum):

Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet ; K

Billie Eilish - i love you ; everything i wanted

Rex Orange County - Untitled ; Happiness

Bon Iver - Flume ; Holocene ; Wash (he's one of my top 3 artists of all time omg i love him so much everything he does is perfect 💙 also a certain someone has cited him as an influence... :::) )

Ry X - Sweat ; Only

Cuco - Hydrocodone ; Amor de Siempre (my beloved chicano 💙 - lofi pop vibes)

Joji - Glimpse of Us ; Ew ; Like You Do (i would give up my kidneys for him)

Frank Ocean - Pink + White (maybe not super singing-friendly but I had to include him) ; Bad Religion (not exactly soft per-se but it's beautifully heartbreaking)

Bright Eyes - Lime Tree ; Lua

Jake Bugg - Love, Hope and Misery

Owl City - Vanilla Twilight

Rock / Metal / Alt vibes (i'm leaving a million bands out because otherwise this would just be my depression list... I listen to a lot of sad/angsty stuff lol)

All Time Low - Therapy ; Somewhere in Neverland (there's an acoustic version of it!)

Being As An Ocean - Dissolve

Bring Me The Horizon - Deathbeads ; Follow You

Crown The Empire - Millennia ; Lead Me Out Of The Dark ; For Days

Dayshell - A Waste Of Space

Linkin Park - Iridescent ; The Messenger (just typing this already broke my heart)

Of Mice & Men - Space Enough To Grow

Our Last Night - Falling Away

Panic! At The Disco - Northern Downpour ; She Had The World ; The End Of All Things (i am a panic girlie what can i say)

Parachute - Kiss Me Slowly (the cutest love song ever omg)

Plain White Ts - 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Hey There Delilah (sure it's mainstream but whatever it's beautiful)

Pierce The Veil - I'm Low On Gas (...) ; She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty

Queen - Love Of My Life (this one is a must ugh the cutesttt)

Real Friends - I've Given Up On You (my heartbreak song lmaoo) ; Sixteen

Red - Nothing and Everything ; Of These Chains (these are sad and emotionally heavy btw. one of my all time favourite bands everyone should listen to them more)

Seahaven - Honey Bee ; Silhouette

Sleeping With Sirens - Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm ; 2 Chord

Eepie Voucher - Drag Me Under ; Telomeres ; Give ; Shelter (i know it's unnecessary but!!! Oh well)

The Story So Far - Navy Blue ; Phantom

Twenty One Pilots - The Hype (specifically the Locations - Berlin version) ; Truce

Vinyl Theatre - Thank You For The Good Times ; Speak My Mind (it has soft vibes, you'll get it if you listen. They are crazy good and criminally underrated)

Random Songs that I just remembered lmao:

The Beatles - Yesterday

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris (SWS covered it and I love that version so so much)

Joe Brooks - Superman

Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Elliott Smith - Between The Bars

Terrenoire - Jusqu'à Mon Dernier Souffle (my fav frenchies)

Over The Garden Wall - Send Me A Peach (i sing this song at least once a day 🥺)

Kermit The Frog - Rainbow Connection (lmao i knowwww but this is one of my all time favourite songs hahaha it makes me so happy and soft and yeah 🥺🌈)

Baby I'm so sorry for the never ending list. I literally just scrolled through my music player curating songs. And I know I'm forgetting a million other songs but OH WELL 🥺💙💚

#SORRY I WENT OVERBOARD #i am typing on the bus so apologies for any mistakes #darya's mixtape #darya answers #soft with halo #💚💙

[hazelmaines]

@jhalya tagged me to share 5 songs I actually listen to and then tag 10 of you to do it too! ☺️ And then a couple other people tagged me and my notifications are weird so... Here we go!🎶

1 - The song I was blasting and belting when I saw the tag. My fav version of this song, excellent use of Celine's out of this world huge voice, no notes, catch me singing this in the car.

2 - Here, it's my head (ear) canon for rock and roll bro Melkor in just what i needed. It's hard to choose one song from Tool and A Perfect Circle to show enough of the musicality and Maynard's vocal range but...this one is among my favorites.

3 - Another ear canon Morgoth influence for just what i needed - one of my favorite tracks from Plini. This whole album is 🤌🎉🔥

4 - A fan edit set to this song started the Haladriel brain rot that has now gotten me to write over 100k words in the last few months!

5 - So, it's definitely on pause but I am still writing The Chain and this song is how Saubrand feels about Galadriel in that story 🤭 it's the second song on my writing playlist for The Chain...the first song is... The Chain 🤣

Ok, no pressure tagging @abirdaboxandachippedcup @ahalvedsoup @bad-surprise @coraleethroughthelookingglass @emarasmoak @formerlyir @galstelperion @gil-galadhwen @ichabodjane @kalimera030 @somebirdortheother

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