𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 .
I. Blue — At the risk of sounding cliché, her eyes are like staring into the deepest, bluest reaches of the sea. Her attire, too, encompasses a wide range of blues, most often dark navy or cerulean.
II. Black — The shape of her silhouette as a hole in the world. The imperceptible voidspace lurking behind her head.
III. Tarnished Silver — Buckles, clasps, rivets, and any other metallic accent. Lustre lost with the passage of time and lack of care, much like herself.
IV. Dark Red — Thick rivulets of blood trickling down from her nose and bisected throat. Hands stained and dripping with pomegranate juice.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 .
I. Blood. Faint to most unless you linger near her throat (why are you so close?), but those who are tantalized by the scent can smell her from a mile away.
II. The soap she currently uses for her hair & body smells like honey infused with chai spices, date sugar, tonka bean, and red musk. Sweet, slightly spicy, warm, and rich.
III. The ocean's salty breath clings to her hair and her clothes when she washes ashore.
𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 .
I. Scarves, chokers, bandages—oh my! She's always got something covering her neck.
II. Thighboots never go out of style.
III. Sweaters a few sizes too big to swallow her frame. Chunky knits or cute animal prints—as long as she's cozy and you can't see her shape, she's happy.
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 .
I. Pomegranates. Usually two, sometimes three, always somehow at the ideal level of ripeness and striking the perfect balance between tart and sweet.
II. Several pages of sheet music that have begun to yellow with age—all duets, notably. Slightly crumpled from lining the bottom of her bird-bag, every corner bent one way or the other, the edges frayed and curling inwards.
III. Mystery mint tin. Contains mysteries in the form of pills, mints, hard candies, and sugar cubes. Eat a handful, see what happens.
IV. A thick stack of kami in a rainbow of colors. Wrapped in a plain white kerchief and secured with a length of twine.
V. Kalimba! The first instrument she's touched in over a decade. Thirty-four shiny steel tines arranged over a smooth slab of dark-stained rosewood.
𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 .
I. Sitting with her legs drawn and arms folded across the tops of her knees, staring off into nothing.
II. Hands quaking as her fists and her jaw clench tight, biting back a decade's worth of molten rage; her eyes blaze with all the unspoken furies she dare not unleash.
III. Crossed arms pulled tight against her breast; the pressure of her nails digging in breaks the skin as she tries to still the trembling of her hands.
IV. Rarely—a fleeting, ragged smile tinged with melancholy.
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
I. The ebb and flow of the midnight sea on a cloudless night. The swash lapping up against the shore scintillates a bright blue from bioluminescent life.
II. An insatiable void born of stellar collapse, a hole in the universe itself, devouring all traces of light caught in its indomitable gravitational pull.
III. A tiny round songbird with an injured wing nestled safely in your palm.
IV. Pressed forget-me-nots slipping from between the pages of a dusty book.
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 .
I. "Oceans" - Saint Mesa
II. "Everywhere and Nowhere" - FFXIV
III. "Saturn" - Sleeping at Last (Instrumental Version 👀)
IV. "Gravity" - Vienna Teng
V. "Lay Me Down" - In This Moment
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Tagging: @relentlessgrief, @ichorcoded, @lotuskissed, @stellevatum
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I know I wasn't the person that originally asked about Giyuucore songs but that post caught my interest because you mentioned a lot of songs and some of my favorites👀
I'd really like to hear your thoughts on Gilded Lily! I've seen it taken in a couple different contexts online but idk anyone that listens to it. After Dark is another banger but I never considered thinking of it as Giyuucore. the same thing with Little Dark Age talk about blorbo, think about blorbo :)
also I listened to The Mute and The Missing Road for the tag you left on my one drabble and 😭 i see it so clearly with how so socially awkward little blorbo is
usually i think of my music taste as mainstream but not like. Popular mainstream yk? usually at least, since i started only really using spotify it kinda just Sticks with popular... (i just think the music i listen to its pretty all over the place) anyway-
Gilded Lily got me from the chorus haven't i given enough? giyuu gives his all yet still all the shit that happens to him and the people he loves... with him in mind the lyric reads as more a polite way of asking higher powers 'havent you taken enough from me?' yk?
always the fool with the slowest heart hes always behind his peers and misunderstood, negative feedback loop of hiding further in himself and straying further behind
but i know youll take me with you when he loves he gives a piece of himself, so when they're lost they take a piece of him with them i know ill take you with me the haori he so dearly cares for
we'll live in spaces between walls how ghosts are respected as existing in a third place, the border between life and death- how giyuu does something similar, as close as a ghost you can get without death- hes treats himself the same as the ghosts that haunt him
last lyric for gilded lily is manga spoliers and iirc youre an anime-only, so ill keep that one under wraps lmao
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After Dark is all dreams and broken memories, the echo-y voice and faraway sound of the piano all tinged with melancholy (probably shoulda put it with the sabigiyuu playlist lmao)
i see you, you see me - how pleasant, this feeling - the moment you hold me - i missed you, im sorry - ive given what I have - i showed you I'm growing - the ashes fall slowly - as your voice consoles me only alive in his dreams, the reprieve of being in sabito's arms hurts from its fleeting nature. his chance at trying to right his wrongs of being too weak, a demon's dying ashes as proof, sabito's voice (a faded memory of, distorted with unfamiliarity) telling him he doesnt need to prove himself of anything
as the hours pass - i will let you know - that i need to ask - before I'm alone - how it feels to rest - on your patient lips - to eternal bliss - im so glad to know the false feeling of lips against his, only as good as a dream gets. (he knows it isnt real, it doesnt feel real, its heaven nonetheless) a kiss that never happened, never will happen, hes just happy to have known him at all (even if the memories are so painful)
we're swaying to drum beats - in motion, im feeling - my patience controlling - the question, i wont speak two hearts in sync as their sword swings, giyuu always holds his tounge until the perfect moment (a perfect moment doesnt exist)
we're telling the stories - our laughter, he knows me - we're leaving, we're talking - youre closer, it's calming reliving faded memories- happy times and the march to their shared grave. the impeding dread of Knowing simmers to an empty lull when their hands brush as they walk
the night will hold us close and the stars will guide us home - ive been waiting for this moment, we're finally alone - i turn to ask the question, so anxious, my thoughts a calm rest with another painful dream of a man that doesnt exist
your lips were soft like winter, in your passion, i was lost their lips meet, painfully cold and oh so dead against his, only for a moment. he opens his eyes to the crystal clear memory of the determined fire behind rounded eyes before he turned. white haori disappearing to the forest, vision blurred, red trailed down his face, what was he supposed to do now?
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Little Dark Age is super gloomy and sorta like. corrupted church vibes. idk how to explain that. the tone of voice singing keeping the note flat (except in the chorus) the background music echoing itself it just overall reminds me of devilman crybaby's corrupted demonic vibe. Smells Blood(kensuke ushio). dvmcb has a more Taken And Run By Evil/Satan kinda vibe whereas little dark age is more God Left Us
the lyrics are a narration, his own thoughts and feelings he never speaks aloud but says if you listen close enough.
the ruins of the day, painted with a scar dont need to explain that one
and, the more i straighten out, the less it wants to try the amount of willpower it takes him to just keep going
oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain - just know that if you hide, it doesnt go away/i grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange - you know that if it hides, it doesn't go away self-narration, how much he still hurts despite hardening his heart against it all
when you get out of bed, dont end up stranded - horrified. with each stone. on the stage - my little dark age stranded in the stagelight, stone upon stone tied to him always weighing him down
specifically ties with the other lyric- come find us heading for the bridge, bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age he thinks he deserves it, peoples hatred and anger at his failure, he ties the stones himself
if I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone, horrified, on the stage, my little dark age all of this song ties specifically to this one imagery i have of sabito and giyuu and hashira overall- theyre the ones that bare the light that destroys demons. with their strength they cast shadows for other slayers and innocent people to hide behind, still safely in the light but not being burned by it as they are.
Giyuu and Sabito were supposed to bare that light together, strengthened by eachother casting shadows where the other's weakest and baring the burn with eachother side by side, they were supposed to cast a shadow large enough to shield everyone they cared for, to not lose everyone they love again.
this line was the start of it all- waking up alone on the stage being wholly burned by the light with no respite. the blinding light instead signaling his little dark age
also yeah!!! the self-isolating, lonely theme of those songs is literally just Him. it speaks for itself so clearly i dont even know how i could explain it to someone who knows giyuu but doesnt understand how The Mute & The Missing Road relate to him. its just. Its Him man. you gotta believe me. if you only listen with your ears, i cant get in - and a heart always holds, onto missing roads MAN CMON ITS RIGHT THERE-
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