that haunting melody

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This beautiful Swedish lady sings an ancient Viking song. Now watch how the cows respond. 

It is often argued that everything our ancestors did and said gets stored into our brains. Their experience and knowledge gets passed down from generation to generation. This may explain why we know or react to certain things without having any prior knowledge.

Kulning is an ancient herding call used in the Scandinavian region. The call is a high pitch tone that can reach long distances. The herding call sounds more like a haunting and sad melody meant to echo through mountains and alleys.

It was getting late and foggy on a magical night last month when Swedish artist Jonna Jinton wanted to try kulning. She wanted to find out if the animals would answer to the call their own ancestors heard when the women called them. Kulning might just be one of the most beautiful and enchanting sounds ever made.

Alright I have been holding my tongue for nearly three years so I’m finally gonna say it - FUCK Michael Gordon Clifford for Close As Strangers. Fuck him for that beautiful, haunting melody. Fuck him for how soft-emo it is, as if he doesn’t KNOW that is my weakness. Fuck him for the way the piano mixes with guitars and creates such a fucking rich, layered wall of sound that overtakes your entire BEING when you listen to it. Fuck him for the fact that I basically start crying after hearing three notes of the opening guitar line. Fuck him for lyrical POETRY like are we wasting time talking on a broken line and every night i’m losing you in a thousand faces and living dreams in fluorescent lights while you and I are running out of time. FUCK HIM for the way his voice sounds on his verse!? That soft, resonant tone, sweet but tinged with darkness like melted marshmallows with a troubled past, the way he murders us all with beautiful vibrato in the very last line of the song, and then just runs off into the goddam night with that voice and NEVER FUCKING GIVES IT TO US AGAIN QUITE THE SAME ON ANY OTHER SONG?! Fuck him for the way Luke’s voice breaks on the chorus?! Fuck him for the smokey smoothness of Calum’s solo and fuck him for Ashton’s harmonies at the end???? Fuck him for giving us this ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE and then never performing it live??!?!? Never even acknowledging its god-like existence?!?!? FUCK YOU MICHAEL CLIFFORD FOR THIS DAMN SONG. I mean I love you and I hope you’re happy and warm and well fed but. Also fuck you. 

An Ode to the Venus Signs

Aries: The primal lust for power that drives you fuels the spark in your eye and the deceiving lilt in your voice that rears just as you go in for the kill. You will eventually give up being the ever-brave knight and the same cold knife that pierces his heart in exchange for the purity you braved oceans of passion and battles of ferocious kisses in the thundering moonlight for. You will lay down your helmet not in defeat but to unleash a fierce tenderness that no other could ever match. 

 Taurus: You grant your body its right to speak for itself, you’re a lover of few words and infinite complexities. The burgundy wine that pumps through your heart and veins and out through your mouth intoxicates its ever-fortunate victim within minutes. The kisses you allow are accompanied by your luxurious velvet touch that, on its own, is a treasure worthy of an ancient and haunting sea borne melody of lust, deceit, and riches beyond measure. 

Gemini: Yours is an epic poem of magic and thermals thrusting you beyond the clouds and the stars in one flap of your winged self. An intense emotional threshold is accompanied by lighthearted joviality that lets itself be heard through your tinkling laugh late into the night. You are the adventure in any fantasy and the spirit of any angelic presence we have all felt when our wheels of fortune are on their way to the top. 

Cancer: Your gentle caress is the joy finally bubbling up from an exhausted heart. You’re the flower in the gun, the lover that hit the universe. The Valentine’s Day you imagined all those years that finally happened, the ribbon on an exquisite present you almost feel guilty untying. Your quiet devotion is emotional and romantic, crystalline perfection in a tarnished, stone world. 

Leo: The mischievous grin you unveil to the masses is nothing to the intense and yet… Exciting gleam in your eye when you unmask your bad boy disguise and become the gold-hearted danger we all secretly desire. You are the protector of the queen of hearts, jealous though your undying love may be. Somehow with you, the world is perfectly in sync with every breath that is shared, each movement a rhythm of unyielding devotion. 

Virgo: The crease in your brow changes ever so slightly for every different small emotion you allow to the surface. The perfection of each conscious movement and considerate placement of every inch of you is not unnoticed. The free spirit you unleash in your blessed vulnerable moments is the thunder of a rainstorm in a drought, a love with you is one of reincarnation of your lover’s prized memories and dreams plucked from careful observation and secretly tender moments of thought. 

Libra: Your youthful exuberance is open minded with a bright and surprising wisdom. The element of surprise is always packed neatly up your sleeve for when inspiration strikes your wandering mind. Though with light footsteps your travel this road, each movement is meaningful and not as wasteful as it appears to the ignorant eye. Your sweet intentions never turn bitter even in adversity, as your every move matches the most romantic of ideals with ease. 

Scorpio: Trust doesn’t fall into your rigid nature, as you decided it can’t. But how you long for it, to let go of a little control into trustworthy arms that feel of your pillow after a long, hard day. You have the loyalty of the best friend trope and the love of the heroine all contained in the body of what can only be a hero. You do not move quickly, but each stroke of the brush is one of intensity and saturation made with steady hands. The bouts of rash action do not last long, as you already know deep in your soul where you belong. 

Sagittarius: Worldly, exciting, fast and learned are your ways of rash and heated passion. You are jagged bottles wielded by the wild, but each cut of the blade is done out of fun and poisoned only by the cowardly. The jolt of sunshine and fall weather, the fall that tastes golden and slightly crisp, is only the instantaneous reward given before the ride. 

Capricorn: You are the everything you determined they deserve; the want and the need alike. Allowing yourself the pleasure of being the mouse in the game for once, with an ever protective grip on reality all the while. Your intensity is a quiet one, one that doesn’t speak but radiates. It is unyielding and wooden, but alive all the same. Your branches bear fruit that, for once, are willingly plucked with a silent thank you and perhaps a passing smile. Your roots will never cease to grow until the soil is gone and your stomach barren, but until then you are permanent and, most importantly, ever standing.

Aquarius: You take flight without warning, but how any would worship simply seeing you go. A disguised predator in a world of the unwise. But from you comes the pleasure of shrewd sport in the face of those simply surviving. To let your guard down sounds obscene until you allow yourself to understand the truth; the truth that allows you to shed your old and tired skin. Like the snake you are blind before your fresh skin, and you can roll with it or forge a fresh path. 

Pisces: The mysteries of the universe lie within your magnetic eyes and wry smile. Your every move fascinates and alienates and is left for only the dedicated to make sense of. You create a new world for your person, with exquisite detail and an unparalleled sense of wonder. But danger looms in the back of your incredible mind and with the shift of your thoughts you can press the tempting button of self-destruction. Burning bridges is a staple of your watery magic, and you the lone arsonist. Perhaps you could put down the matches, but who’s to say you ever will decide it’s worth it?

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I love this haunting melody. Creeps beneath my skin. (at New York, New York)

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The Ballad of The Euphonist

“Element #29.5: Treblium (Tr)

Once used to make swords, this metal is now used in brass instruments. It mourns its past, enriching the music.”

The girl had been heralded as a prodigy since age 4, when she had miraculously wielded the instrument larger than her with ease and played a haunting melody of such pure sorrow that her caretakers were not able to stop crying for months. Orphaned during what many believe was a botched Changing exchange, she had spent the first few months of her life listening to the sound of the wind over the Irish moors. Her background, coupled with her natural melancholy disposition made her and ideal player for her particular instrument; a Euphonium crafted of pure treblium, melted down from the swords of a particularly incompetent knight. The girl played the tragedies that had found her and sunk into her bones, and the euphonium added its dismay for its current lowly status into each note that swelled from its glistening belly. The resulting concerts were said to bring even the most joyous of souls into a deep gloom, and to have led to more than one despair-induced leap to the doors of death. Naturally humanity, in its quest to find sadness and misery in its purest form, flocked to hear the euphonist in droves.

After years of witnessing the pain and tragedy her music wrought, a day came when the euphonist vowed to only ever play music that would bring good. With only that vow and her instrument, she set off on the quest that would be the rest of her life.

All kinds of stories are told of the euphonist’s travels. Some say she slayed a dragon by playing it a song that caused it to shed the tear that put out its inner flame. Elsewhere, a village claims she saved them from starvation by playing a song her euphonium remembered from its days of glory, a march full of vigor and pride that enriched the soil and inspired the crops to rise higher than they ever had before. Still others tell of ancestors who watched her run with spirits in the shape of wolves, her and her instrument echoing their call with glee and urging them to battle with a horrifying demon. But no tale is as well-known and well-repeated as that of her final endeavor.

Her last adversaries were the moor winds, the very same who had sung her their song when she was but an infant. They had never expected the child the danced and sang above, abandoned and alone in the peat, would not only survive, but surpass them in musical ability and fame. Full of resentment towards her success, they challenged the euphonist to a duel; she was to play with her euphonium her song of sadness while the winds howled their own mournful tune, and the winner would be the one whose song was most unbearable to the creatures that heard it. But the euphonist refused to break her vow.

Where the winds blew sounds of anger and violence, she followed with melodies peaceful and soothing. Where the winds descended on towns with a cacophony of hate, she appeared with loving cadences. Each time the winds set out to prove their fierceness the euphonist would be there, her music stronger and determined to undo their work.

This served only to fuel their fury.

               As the euphonist began to play a song to reverse the strongest of the winds’ pieces, one that had stripped a huge swath of land of water and robbed it of life, the winds fell upon her in utter rage, swirling around her with their jealously and malice and trying to quite her. As the winds roared harder and harder, ripping at her flesh and wearing down the smooth metal of the euphonium, the euphonist never stopped. She played her song, of life and joy and rain and sun while the wind whipped at her, her music soaring above the noise of the wind to restore the land. On she played, and on the winds accosted her, until the land she stood upon was in glorious bloom. Then, after she played one last note of apology, the winds finally succeeded in stealing the last of her breath. She did not play again.

Having ended the euphonist and satiated themselves, the winds dispersed, leaving her body and her instrument lying on the lush grass she had urged up. As the people approached, solemn with loss but grateful for her heroism, they were surprised to hear a lonesome and mournful voice. The euphonium, grieved and bereft with the loss of its musician, the girl who had wielded it with passion and brought it to the nobility it craved when it was first forged as a blade, played a final song, a goodbye that told of all that its master had done and been. It played until her final rites were held and she was laid to eternal rest, and then it too fell silent.

But the people did not. To this day, they still talk and sing of the hero, the euphonist, who with her instrument of fine treblium swore to only bring good to the world.

Bad Girl

haunting-melodys said:
Can you do a like HAM daddy Michael smut? Please 🙏🏻
Hell yeah I can I gotcha!

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“Daddy, are you awake?” I whispered poking Michael’s cheek.

We had been watching a movie on the bed which resulted in me passing out cuddled up together. But my phone kept buzzing causing me to awake. Once I answered whoever needed me, I wanted to have some fun with Michael. Problem was, he is still sleeping.

At least I can fix that.

“Mikey,” I whined nudging his neck with my nose. “What is it?” He grumbled. Wrapping his arms around my torso he pulled me back into his embrace, placing his chin atop my head. I huffed, trying to break free.

“I wanna play.” I whispered turning onto my stomach so I was laying on top of him. “No.” Michael said flatly. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because I said so and what I say goes.” Michael stated. “But Daddy..” I huffed burying my face in his chest. “Please?”

“Y/N,” he warned. “You’re no fun.” I sat up. Crossing my arms and closed my eyes. “My princess parts are tingly.” I protested. “We’ll take care of that later, right now its still nap time.” He said. “Nuh-uh playtime!” I cheered, pressing my ass against his lap. “Fine, you want playtime?” He mused. “Pleasure yourself then.” He stated like it was obvious.

He broke our embrace and cuddled up into the sheets. I let out a huff before thinking. Did he exactly give me permission? He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. I placed my hands lightly on his chest, moving down so I had one leg on both sides of his thigh. Slowly I began to buck my hips up his leg. A sigh of relief fell from my lips.

“Kitten,” he breathed. “Yes, Daddy?” I asked softly. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, opening his eyes. “Making my princess parts feel good.” I sassed. “Your princess parts?” Michael mused and I nodded. “Last time I checked…those were Daddy’s princess parts, and only I could make them feel good.”

“No, they’re mine.” I huffed. “Mm, since they aren’t mine, looks like I can’t pleasure them then.” Michael said. “Daddy no!” I whined. “Then tell me kitten,” he smirked, pulling me closer to him. “Whose princess parts are those?” “Y-yours Daddy.” I stuttered. “That’s what I thought, now you’ve been a very bad girl today.” He breathed.

“ ‘m sorry Daddy.” I whispered. “You know what happens when little girls don’t listen to their Daddy, right?” He asks. “They get punished.” I breathed. “That’s right kitten, they get punished.” He agreed. “Lay across my thighs.” He stated. I whined, laying over Daddy’s lap.

Michael pulled down my shorts along with my panties, and massaged the skin. Just then a sharp smack was delivered to my ass making me grip Michael’s leg. “You know the rules little one.” He warned. “One.” I muttered. “Good.” Another smack to my other cheek. “Two.” I breathed. Smacks were being hit until I breathed, “Fifteen.”

“Good girl, now come here.” Michael stated. “Now, what did you want?” He asks. “I wanna play.” I said. “What specifically do you want kitten?” Michael asks. “I want your tongue and cock.” I stated. “Please?” I asked. “Alright baby girl.”

Slowly he began running his tongue all over my heat. “Mm, seems like your dripping little one.” He asked. “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we?” He smirked.

He pushed two fingers in slowly, while lapping over my clit. “This is what you wanted.” He challenged. “Fuck.” i moaned, rocking my hips against his hand. He moved his fingers up quickly, pausing hitting my spot. “Mm daddy.” My lips parted. “God, you’re making me hard just watching this baby.” He thrusted his fingers quicker.

“Mm,” i moaned. “I think you need something bigger than my fingers, right little girl?” He smirked. “Daddy please! Give me your cock!” I whimpered. Michael removed his fingers from my head before flipping me over. “You look so good begging for me princess.” He said while unbuttoning his jeans.

His green eyes scanned my body, taking in every sight of me. Once his pants we removed, he wasted no time thrusting into me. A mewl escaped from my lips as Michael picked up his pace. “Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum.” I whimpered. “Be a good girl, and cum for me.” His hand came down to rub my clit. “Mm, fuck.” My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Does my cock feel good inside you princess?” Michael questions. I answer his question with a loud moan of ‘Daddy.’ He pounded into me relentlessly. He lets out loud whimpers with mixtures of my name. He pulls out slowly, making me feel empty. His cum covers my clit, as it trickles down my leg. He quickly catches it with his finger.  “Open.” Michael demands. I open my mouth and suck whatever is left on his finger.

“God, I love it when you do that.” Michael smirks. “Come on princess, lets take a nap.” He says. “Again Daddy!” I say. “It’s not my fault, my little one got me worn out. Let’s see, if you’re good this time, you’ll get rewarded.” He smiles before drifting off to sleep.

the saltwater sting (the sea does not forgive): a mix for sea witches, sirens, and the haunting melody coming in on the salt breeze.

in the sea - ingrid michaelson | sound the bells - dessa | song of the sea - cake bake betty | the sea and the rhythm - iron & wine | fire in the water - feist | sadseasong - a fine frenzy | drunken whaler - dishonored soundtrack | mariner’s revenge song - the decemberists | my jolly sailor bold - pirates of the caribbean soundtrack

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La Vie En Rose

(OOC: Okay, so I have decided to take a leap of faith and put up the first part of the Drarry fanfic that I am writing…. I’m kind of nervous about it so be kind if you absolutely hate it. It’s only a small snippet. please send feedback

Oh! and yes, all of the french is from songs XD))

An introduction:

Les Feuilles Mortes ~ Autumn Leaves

1922 Montmartre, Paris, France

       There is no explanation for why he is here, staring at the darkened building as the sun begins to rise over Montmartre. His feet had carried him without his permission to the crumbling abandoned building where it had all started; the place where they had met.

         A sudden gust of nostalgia stirred his soul, as it always did when he found himself staring at the shell of his ancient dwelling. Sometimes, if he listened closely, he could almost hear the gramophone’s haunting nasal melody resounding through the building. He could grasp the exact smell the cooking spices that would fill the rooms with warmth when Mamă would cook for them, all the while reprimanding him for being too thin. He would normally stop this train of thought before he could remember other things.

           Things like Kretek cigarettes, leaving a trace of cloves in every hideous piece of fabric available. Like strolls back home through early morning Montmartre, pressed together in the shadows of alleyways after nights spent drinking.  Things like green eyes and unruly black hair.

           It has been twenty-five years since he has stood in this exact spot.

           His eyes roamed over the grimy from steps and the weather-worn flower beds in the windowsill, no longer filled with lilies.

           It hadn’t always looked like this; decrepit, old, and falling apart at the seams with cracks that crawled up the stained brick, as if they too were trying to resist the natural decay of the building.

            A reluctant smile tugged his lips. Well, at least it hadn’t looked so lonely all those years ago.

            Draco took a deep breath and pulled out a key from the front of his garishly patterned suit jacket. The well-worn handle was inscribed with the words ‘“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus”. The reluctant smile stretched into a full grin. Yes, it had been far too long since he had returned home. Gathering his courage, he turned the lock.

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment, Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis

So heres a long list of littles/nsfw/daddy/kink/etc blogs to block if you dont want them interacting with you.

This isnt a list to send hate, just to simply block to prevent any interaction. PS. dont send me hate for being on this list either. This is nothing against you personally, just blogs like these make some uncomfortable. I may add more. I apologize if there’s ones in here twice.

 (???) for ones I’m not sure about

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anonymous asked:

So about this challange... i'd love to read number 28 for Fyodor

  • okiitas asked: If it hasn’t been requested yet, could you do 28 with Fyodor?

28. i’ll never finish falling in love with you

from the vellichor drabble challenge

thoughts: so would i, anon, so would i. still not sure if this okay i’ve barely written fyodor and i really want it to be right

You didn’t think it was possible to feel this way in the real world. All your life you had believed it to be the stuff of dreams and the magic only the best kinds of prose can conjure up, but once again he has found a way to prove you wrong. For a moment you wonder if he does it on purpose, but you dismiss it, for the answer is definitely yes.

The sound of the cello swirls around you, the notes painting a beautiful and haunting melody as it goes, and if you allow yourself a second you almost believe you can trace your fingers over the crescendo.

The emptiness you once felt has been chased away, your fears vanquished, and though you know you have merely traded a facade for something else, you know that it is worth it.

His bow comes to a stop, the song gracefully ending, and as you watch his eyes slide open. You can see a flash of light behind his gaze, and neither of you speak for a moment. Words are strange between the two of you, one thing implying another, yet you always know what the other means.

So when he asks, “Another?” you nod and reply, “If you will.”