#a lyric writer or poet

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

You wanna know what I'm surprised I haven't seen more of? Bard Tavs serenading Astarion, or singing him to sleep with a lullaby composed just for him. I'm sure Astarion would eat up all that affection.

This is so cute omg. And also managed to be an actual drabble instead of a novel! As always cw for spoilers!

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Astarion woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around. But he wasn't in Cazador's torture room. No, instead he was at the Elfsong, safe and sound in a private room. It had been another nightmare, a typical occurrence as of late.

Atarion had assumed that those would stop after the monster was dead, but they seemed to be more frequent than ever. It felt unfair. He had won. Cazador was dead, by his own hand. There was nothing left to fear. Well... that wasn't including the tadpole still trapped in his lover's skull, not to mention his own. And the Elder Brain. And the cult of Bhaal. But in all honesty, all of that felt so small now with his slave master disintegrated. If he could do what had felt impossible, what had been impossible, for centuries, why couldn't he accomplish the rest?

Astarion groaned as he sat up, realizing for the first time that he was alone in bed. But luckily enough you hadn't gone far. He turned to find you sitting on the window sill, illuminated by the moonlight as you scribbled away in your journal.

You glanced over at the sound of his shuffling, your brow furrowed, "Star? Why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Astarion sighed, the coldness of your side of the bed coming into full perspective. He would like that fixed sooner than later, "Now come back to me, it's cold."

You smiled, slipping down from your perch to join him in bed. Astarion wasn't quite sure when such simple actions would stop making him melt like an infatuated teenager. He was starting to think that it would never come to an end.

You laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against his chest, "You know how I love to sleep in fits and starts. But you don't exactly have the same excuse, do you? You look so tired lately."

Astarion frowned, loathing the fact that his lack of sleep had become so obvious. But then again, if anyone was going to be familiar with his night terrors, it would be you. He sighed, "Just nightmares. Nothing you haven't heard before."

You frowned, "That doesn't make them pleasant."

"No," Astarion laughed softly, "It doesn't. But now it's your turn. What were you up to in the middle of the night?"

"Just some writing. I've been working on a few things."

"Like what?" Astarion asked, sincerely curious. You were quite the talent as a bard, a fact that he was aware of before he fell in love with you.

"A new ballad mostly, with a lullaby on the side."

That sounded well within your wheel house, though this was the first time he'd heard of you writing a lullaby, "What inspired that?"

"You," You said simply, "But I know how you get when I'm all mushy, so I kept it to myself for now."

Astarion hadn't expected that, but that massive smile that broke out on his face at the news wasn't a surprise. He kissed the top of your head, still smiling to himself, "I don't recall ever saying I disliked you being a sickening romantic. Can I hear it?"

You looked up at him, surprised for some reason. Which was frankly silly. Who wouldn't want to hear a song written about them from the person they loved most? For once in his life Astarion was being the normal one here.

"You want me to sing to you?" You asked, sitting up in bed to smile down at him.

Astarion grinned back, "I wouldn't object to it."

"Well in that case..."

And then you started to sing. Astarion adored the sound of your voice, and apparently he loved it even more when you were singing about him.

Little star, so bright and fierce,

Beautiful with eyes that pierce,

But that's not all there is,

He's strong and swift with perfect lips to kiss, a humor that is only his,

Charming and witty, a wish come true,

If only the rest of the world knew.

Astarion wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep that night, but it was to the sound of your sweet, melodious voice and with a smile plastered to his face.

And for the first time in days, he didn't have a single nightmare.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.

k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again

[bleacherheart]

"I chain-smoke the way I liked to kiss you"

[lyrical-swift]

Taylor Swift - Down Bad

[g4rdensofb4bylon]

always the poet never the muse.

[cynical-crypt]

reminder to writers/self

its ok to write shitty poems its ok to write shitty song lyrics its ok to write shitty stories its ok to be unoriginal its ok to reuse a line from something else you wrote its ok to reference other works its ok to be proud of shitty writing its ok to be proud of great writing its ok to be proud in general its ok to not use overcomplicated intricate wording in writing its ok to write about dumb shit its ok to write about fictional events its ok to write something awesome but have one weak line you cant really fix its ok to write something terrible but have one amazing line that doesn't fit its ok to write about emotions you don't really grasp its ok to write

[heartshapelocket]

how am i suppose to date when these lyrics live in my heart, body, and soul ???

[discoidal]

another letter to my estranged father, cut out of his old favorite songs (list under the cut)

> Place Your Hands by Reef

> No Rain by Blind Melon

> Come Undone by Duran Duran

> Countdown by Jupiter One

> Relax, Take It Easy by MIKA

> Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence And The Machine

lyric screenshots taken from genius, azlyrics, songmeanings, and letras dot com. background is one of his paintings

[arseholism]

I’m not afraid of the dark, it’s comforting being blind..

I’m not worried about the nights.. it’s much darker in my mind..

I don’t hate being alone.. it’s too noisy inside my head..

I don’t need to feel your love.. I can love me instead..

I’m not scared of getting hurt.. I’m accustomed to the pain..

Call me crazy if you want, but I prefer the word “insane”

I’ve never craved affection or companionship, a lover or a friend..

Don’t worry about me my darlings, I know I’ll be alright in the end.

[coastaltowned]

ttpd song predictions: who's afraid of little old me?

two theories: (1) a song about what it's like to be a writer with a muse falling out of love with you, wondering if he won't leave because he's too afraid to. (2) a song about how the only person who is afraid of you... is you.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If you're telling all your friends how you don't need me, then why you tryna keep me?

k.b. // jordy - delete me

[bleacherheart]

I'm too young to die

[lyrical-swift]

Taylor Swift - Florida!!!

[deadlypoetacademia]

[think-through-pen]

Sleep-keeping

I have been meaning to keep

the dark and desolate sleep

from the crafty claws of dreams,

but sleep flows away in streams.

Again I woke up in my bed,

gasping, tired, agony led,

darkness is my only domain

where all the happy thoughts are slain.

Staring at something I know,

I spend the night buried in snow—

snow of melancholic muse

hued in red and grey: abstruse!

Occasional tapping of the window,

the tap's continual orchestra,

shuffling of feet, fast and slow,

the cicada's anaphora.

Sleep then comes to me, slow

until I crumble like snow.

Insomniac (probably) List: @most-ment @jordynhaiku @universetalkz @twisted0limbs @sweetwarmcookies16 @somebodyssongbird @vixen1012 @fordothepoet @hauntedandwholesome @distilledmelancholies @yumiraaa

[dreamingmantis]

I watch the silver petals / so softly / form ripples upon the waters of time. / My song melds into hers. / Her song melds into mine.

from "Something Like Sappho" ♡