#autumn 3 (vivaldi)

[sesamenom]

oh this was fun! Thanks for the tag @tar-thelien!

hmm, it's a nice combination of fiery and foreboding, so i'll dedicate this to the period of tension just before the Flight of the Noldor

tagging @coffee-gardens, @nighttimepatrons, @tilion-writes, @the-writing-goblin !

(0 pressure tag 😁) Song Poem Challenge! Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. You must then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of! Then tag or send asks to three others people that you think might enjoy the challenge!

Very late, but here's what I got:

To know her is to see Living next door to challenge I am the son and the heir It's been a long time High in the halls of the kings who are gone Seems like just yesterday Childhood living is easy to do Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird I've been reading books of old Savour the taste

I dedicate this to... Jinshi & Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries

0 pressure tag: @hirazuki @mirkwood-hr-department @therockywhorerpictureshow

[lexsluvswriting]

ꔫ L'autunno.

☆ Ch: 1 [next page]

-> Pairing: Eris x ballet dancer!fem!reader.

-> Content Warning/CW: x fem!reader (she/her), slow-burn, rivals to lovers, tinkle of angst on occasion, fluff, non-specified identity Summer Court!reader, regarding canon ACOTAR time: after defeat of Hybern. live, laugh, love 2 lesbian mothers!!

-> Trigger Warnings/TW: Eris Vanserra, mentions of racism, mentions of discrimination, mentions of forced removal from homes (cant think of the name rn), Beron Vanserra is a massive cunt.

W/C: 2.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: omg eris fic is here grahhh!!! the title for this comes from Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerto album, which i do listen to while writing this, yes yes. Eris has is a massive dick, but i'd like to hope he's a massive dick for a reason that will (hopefully) be revealed better. Hopefully, reader holds him accountable & gives him a run for his money!! (you will). While reader is fem for this fic, there's no specified identity (except being from Summer Court). There are a few referrals to racism using the Courts of Prythian & the fae, so if this feels triggering or hurtful, please let me know if it feels like it's written badly/insincerely! i'm merely basing such references off of personal & researched experiences. TYSM for reading, please enjoy <3

A violin filled the studio, wafting around like a strong scent- hypnotic as you inhaled deeply, eyes shut to steel yourself and count in before your arms swung up and out, fingers and feet pointed within your ballet shoes as you began to dance. Careful, calculated steps sent you spinning around the room- the perfect prima of your time. A prime example for those who dream to even come close to your level.

In a room of fire, your movements were fluid. In a room of embers, you were a tidal wave. Your body poise and malleable as you stretched yourself alluringly to those who watched as you swayed for the sweet symphony of violins. Eyes watched you from a concealed viewing platform high above- russet spheres simmering with a flame of interest that was bound to end in a fiery mess.

“Her. I want her to perform for the Equinox.”

“She’s quite the star, isn’t she?” Your mentor nodded, eyes twinkling with pride, before he wore his favourite facade- an arrogant smirk on his lips as he inspected his manicured nails. Eris’ face was impassive, yet any trained, or similarly minded individual would see the need for greed in his russet eyes as he glared down at you, pupils flaring possessively.

“She’s my starlet, young Lord. I cannot let her perform without any… payment. She will be put through harsh training- stretching, extension of her muscles, and her diet will be limited- to ensure she is tamed and perfect for the Lord’s family. I know the Lady of Autumn thoroughly enjoys the…” He trailed off nervously as Eris held up a silencing hand, the young heir fixing him with a cold stare- despite the fire in his veins.

“Spare me. Your pocket will be stuffed accordingly. But I warn you,” With one hand he grabbed the collar of the weaker male’s shirt with a predatory grace,

 She must be perfect, or else we won’t have her, and the only old you’ll see is the Vanserra signet ring imprinted in your cheek.” His hand clenched accordingly, the Vanserra signet ring- the emblem of the Autumn Court banners carved in the pure gold, making Gustav still and nod compliantly. The heir dismissively waved for a servant to hand your instructor a list before storming out- ignoring your dancing figure.

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“Wrong! When we kick, our leg must come out-”

A cold hand clamped around your calf, another hand pushing just above your knee, the joint loose like a hinge. Your face was impassive- unmoving even as a small ‘pop’ echoed from somewhere in your knee. One of the junior dancers recoiled visibly, hiding her face behind her hands as a cluster of them watched you be used like a demonstration doll for your instructor.

“Stiff! Strong! Not flabby and weak. We are not caterpillars- we are butterflies. We are not brutish fires, we are?”

“Dancing flames.” The dancers replied in a drone of young feminine voices, with a few meek boys who looked like they were on the verge of clawing their eyes out. Gustav was being a right pain in the ass as always, but today he seemed more sharpened. Another lecture, another scolding, but it was always,

“For the better! I do this for your own good, my dears! When the Equinox arises and we are in front of your esteemed Lord, I know his lordship would enjoy seeing his dancers disciplined. Lean and poise. Controlled.”

The cold hand that held your leg squeezed once in warning- ‘I’m talking about you too’, before letting go, as your instructor sighed with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“That is why we dance the way we dance, and why I speak the way I do. Now leave me! And warm down appropriately or I will personally see to it that the muscles you take for granted will tear.” A curl of the lip in a low, warning snarl, before he waved with a sweeter disposition. 

“Adequate work today, my dears!” Footsteps echoed as the younger dancers left first, whispers filling the halls as they eagerly complained about their instructor. The older ones bid polite greetings of farewell as they followed, until you were the last to leave. The prima. Gus liked to call you the ‘Summer jewel in the Autumn box’.

“Ah, ah, ah! I mean it, my jewel. No going off and doing your own thing.” You pause. His voice carried a weariness of someone twice his age, before he covered it up with his usual airy arrogance, “The Lord will be hosting important families at this gathering. Something big is on the horizon and I know he will be watching you closely.”

Ah, yes. Kicking out all the non-fae and those who hail from other courts. The nationalist prick seemed to have no lost winks of sleep as he commanded his soldiers to haul families out in the night, dispatching them at random borders with no cares for the creatures that lurked with a taste for fae flesh.

“I’m aware, Gus. No sudden movements, no flashy shows of skill, Mother forbid I reveal I’m not some worthless foreigner with no talent.” You mocked mirthlessly, earning a sigh of defeat. 

“Wait a moment.” He roused, and the fingers that curled around your bag strap tightened slightly, your pointed ears twitching at the tone of his voice. But you slowly turned, a scowl on your unimpressed face as you nodded airly.

“You were selected personally to perform for the Vanserra family. Something about honouring the magic in the Autumn Court territory with dance and such.”

You paused, mind blanking, yet your demeanour remained even, “And you’re looking at me like that, why?”

He winced, knowing how keen you were to snap at any male- or anyone, really, who rubbed you up the wrong way.

“They left a list of… expectations. As in, mandatory requirements or they won’t let you perform. They expect you to be… um… Be polite, and uh, as he put it, ‘socially acceptable’. Speak in turn and only when spoken to-”

“He?” You snapped, visibly unimpressed and ready to pull out completely. What kind of prick-

“I don’t let you anywhere near me on a good day, Gustav. What in the Cauldron makes you think I’ll just-”

“They’re offering coffers of gold. The Equinox… well, after Amarantha… they need to regenerate the magic of the Autumn Court specifically, so they want to use the Equinox.”

You cringed at the mention of that sick tyrant, yet you weren’t going to just roll over and lie down because someone jingled a purse of gold. “What of the Spring Court and Calanmai?”

“I didn’t ask, because I know my place. And don’t start. I didn’t exactly feel like getting ripped a new one by the son of the Autumn Lord, [Y/N]-”

“Son? As in, Eris Vanserra? That oaf- that misogynistic, foul-mouthed, mentally decayed pig was here? And he spoke to you about me?” You snarled, lip curling back as you advanced forward slowly like a fox- a wolf, eyes narrowed.

“He’s offering coffers on behalf of his father, [Y/N]! Enough for you to be paid out well, and then some for the studio.” Damn right he put you first on the pay list, otherwise he wouldn’t have a damned head. Though, you personally couldn’t give a flying fuck about the Vanserra coffers. You wanted nothing of it, as tempting as it might have sounded.

“Get Nerissa to do it.”

“He wanted you-”

“I thought the family wanted me.”

“I… oh, fuck it- Fine! Eris came here alone! Came here alone, saw you, insisted on you with this list in mind and he said either you or no one at all.”

You or no one. You or nothing. You made a retch of disgust, laughing at the mental image. Who did he think he was? “Then I will snap my leg in half and shatter my bones into teeny tiny pieces for good measure.”

“[Y/N]-”

“I will swan dive off the nearest staircase.”

“No.”

“I’m not performing personally for a good-for-nothing family that are backwards in everything they do.” You reaffirmed, shaking your head, but Gustav stepped forward.

“[Y/N].”

“They singled out the non-Autumn Court dancer to perform for them. What powers do I possess to help the court that doesn’t even want us? A ‘summery breeze’? A ‘foreigner’s’ complexion? Absolutely not-”

“Please. We…” Silence, before a sigh. A sigh that made you glare silently. “I received a letter last night from the building owner. I’ve been falling behind on payments, and Beron’s financiers are… hungry- they see this old building and want to knock it down for something else. Something miserable and drab.”

You frowned, blinking at your instructor. Well, fuck. Your shared silence was long- his pleading, hopeful silence swirled like smoke with your prideful refusal, that melted like wax the longer it lingered.

“... Fine. But only because I enjoy this damned studio.”

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Your life was, what you thought at least, a mixed bag. You were brought up in an orphanage- housing mostly Autumn children, all who seemed to smell the ‘impostor’ blood in your bones, weeding you out as an odd one out. Your appearance led the governess of the orphanage to believe you hailed from the Summer Court- as did russet and teal muslin you were wrapped in. You repurposed the seemingly sentimental piece of fabric into a scarf- letting it rest around your neck currently, as you walked down the path of the bustling town.

You were lucky to be recognised for your artistic performative abilities, earning a grant to allow you to perform in the Autumn Court’s national dance academy, as well as live in one the apartments they provided. Two old ladies next door adopted you as their honorary daughter, and you were grateful for their familial company, even if there was no blood relation. One of them, Ordelia, even pushed you to study at the grand scholar’s library, using her former connections to grant you access to all the education you could need.

It wasn’t wonderful. But it could be worse. At least you were making it on your own, sort of.

“Afternoon little doe! Will you come for dinner? Delia-dearest made pumpkin and feta soup the way you like it!” ‘Madame’ Primrose, one of your makeshift mothers, waved to you from her balcony, and you offered a small wave.

“Not tonight, I’m afraid. I’m on a strict diet of greens and grains.” You pat your stomach with a sympathetic wince- greens and grains. Like a bloody farm animal. The silver haired fae seemed to nod sympathetically and wave a hand.

“You’re always welcome, dearie.” 

You stopped for a moment, looking at an old fae sitting on the corner of the little road, a vendor selling flowers. The sun was dipping behind the horizon, staining the sky pink amidst the grey from the overcast weather that settled. You smiled at the older male who offered you a bouquet of lavender stalks and crocus bulbs.

Pretty.

Your eyes widened slightly as you beheld the bouquet, cradling it against your arm while you fished out payment. As you dropped some coins into his hand, a scream made you both look to one of the older complexes, where a woman was pulled out by some Autumn Court guards with two wailing children behind her. Any passersby walked quicker, ducking their heads, and when you looked back at the old male you realised he had been watching you. He gave you a nod, as if you’d know what it meant, and you swallowed before walking past, your head lower than before.

Beauty was hard to come by in the Autumn court, no matter how colourful it looked.

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“Oh, it’s nasty business, it really is. My darling Ordelia was telling me how shameful he is- that Beron Vanserra. Nasty business. I remember his father- he wasn’t much better, but certainly more handsome.” You had succumbed to the dinner with your neighbour-mothers, though your portion of soup was smaller, as the sprouts and stalks you miserably chewed filled most of your stomach.

“You know, I could have married Beron.”

Your eyes widened, hand shooting up to cover your mouth as you didn't know whether to choke or chortle. “Primrose!” Ordelia huffed,

“I could have, you know! But I wasn’t interested in a man with no morals.” ‘Madame’ Primrose sighed wistfully, and you laughed softly behind your mouth while her wife rolled her eyes. While Ordelia had raven hair in a tight, disciplined bun, Primrose wore hers in a loose braid that cosied on her shoulder- her silver hair glistening in the gentle faelight of the small dining room you all sat in.

“You know, I hear that Lord Vanserra is looking for some pretty girls to match his sons. The heir will be attending the Equinox alone, can you believe it?” Primrose hummed, thriving off the gossip, but Ordelia watched you with a knowing stare- amused at the soft snort you let out.

“How fares the paper? Arwen mentioned that you were hitting some brilliant points. Politics might be your strong suit, should you grow tired of glamorous costumes and fast dances.” The Autumn-born female brought up your most recent studies, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she heard her wife scoff.

At a first glance, you used to wonder how they could possibly be mated. Ordelia, with her firm, reserved rigidness and disciplined personality, and Primrose- a Spring Court fae who was gossipy and eclectic, always buzzing with something to share. Ordelia was a former scholar for Beron’s family before she retired, while Primrose was the prima ballerina of her time, moving to Autumn in search of a grander role where she met her mate. Their love-story made you sigh a little every time you heard it, but you shook your head of distractions as you answered Ordelia.

“It’s um… definitely going. I feel a little foolish writing it but every time I hear about another family getting kicked out, I get even angrier, and determined to write more. Although… um, Gustav spoke to me about… performing a solo dance for the Vanserras. A part of the Equinox celebration-”

Primrose gaped at that, as if she had been asked to dance herself, “Oh, little dove! Well, what did you say? You worked for that position- I’ll tell you that for free! I can’t fit on my fingers the times I had to remedy your torn muscles. Did you say yes? Did you accept?” 

Ordelia nodded, taking a thoughtful sip of her soup before chuckling softly. “I would not be surprised if your radiance catches the heir’s eye. You’d be a different splash compared to the other dames he usually parades around on his arm. I think you’d certainly give him a run for his father’s money.”

“Ordelia dearest! What makes you think our little summer shell would even consider him?” Primrose voiced the disdain etched on your face, and you joked dryly, “I didn’t think you believed in fate and whatnot.” The Autumn female scoffed softly, shaking her head, “I don’t believe in fate, or destiny. I believe in the laws of attraction. You are everything his family lack, thus making you a match. Opposites attract.” You glanced at Primrose, and both of you made a childish noise of disgust as you shuddered, shaking your head as you finished off your meal.

“I’d rather have a kelpie as a bedside companion than Eris Vanserra.” You muttered, before taking all three plates to be cleaned. Laughter sounded softly behind you, and as you felt a small smile curl on your face, you abhorred the idea of being anywhere near the Lord of the Autumn Court and his family.

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After bidding your goodnights, you retired to your own apartment, basking happily in the moonlight that shone through the silent space. Peace and quiet. The best way to finish off a bleak day. Your calendar stared you in the face, the Equinox marked in an angry scribble of orange ink. ‘End of the week!!’

What a day. You rubbed your face, feeling a stirring in your stomach as you thought about the Autumn Court. You glanced at the daily paper slid under your door, seeing Eris’ face on the front page- his smug, arrogant, wicked, slightly crooked, unnecessarily charming grin staring you in the face, making your stomach tug. ‘Eugh. Imagine being fated to that beast?’ You’d rather eat glass.

You looked at the paper, baring your teeth at the male’s face before ripping it off and crumpling it up. A swift kick sent it across the small apartment, under your couch, and stayed there for a while as you grumbled softly. You got ready for bed eagerly, excited for the day to be over, only to reach under the small sofa it had rolled under and pick it up again, making a face at it before leaving it on the small table.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i think that's all for now!! readers, pls let me know how we feel about this!!! (privately, in comments, on inbox, i don't mind)!! also in search for a beta reader [i draft everything on google docs, don't hurt me] (T-T)

[skitskatdacat63]

Tysm for the tag Connor @pitconfirm !!!!! I've been tasked w making a playlist from my url, and I decided to challenge myself by having to pick a different artist for all of them, but realized halfway through that this would be the most confusing playlist ever tonally LMAO cause I tried to pick from both classical and modern music

Symphony No. 7 - Dmitri Shostakovich Karma Police - Radiohead I Want The One I Can't Have - The Smiths The Killing Moon - Echo and the Bunnymen Spać -Nürnberg Kill Me - Дурной Вкус Age of Consent - New Order Take a Slice - Glass Animals Dirty Work - Steely Dan Agony/Waltz - Alfred Schnittke Concerto for Orchestra - Béla Bartók Army Dreamers - Kate Bush The Planets - Gustav Holst 6(Gnossienne No.) - Erik Satie 3(Four Seasons - Autumn No.) - Antonio Vivaldi

I tag hmmmm @rubyreadd @schumigrace @lil-shiro @wewentcarracing @paul-newmans-sauce @waddlingpenguin @seb-boo and anyone else who'd like to do it, if you haven't done it already, no pressure ! <333

[witchynyx]

2025 Witches Calendar

Seasonal Festivals: Northern Hemisphere

💚 Imbolc: Feb 1 (traditional) / Feb 3 (astrological)

🌿 Spring Equinox: March 20

💛 Beltane: May 1 (traditional) / May 5 (astrological)

🧡 Summer Solstice: June 21

❤️ Lammas: August 1 (traditional) / August 7 (astrological)

🩷 Autumn Equinox: September 22

💜 Samhain: Oct 31 (traditional) / Nov 7 (astrological)

💙 Winter Solstice: Dec 21

(Dates given are based on GMT - Check the dates/times of the seasonal festivals in 15 different timezones)

...

Seasonal Festivals: Southern Hemisphere

❤️ Lammas/Reflection: Feb 1 (traditional) / Feb 3 (astrological)

🩷 Autumn Equinox: March 20

💜 Samhain/ShadowFest: April 30 (traditional) / May 5 (astrological)

💙 Winter Solstice: June 21

💚 Imbolc/Quickening: August 1 (traditional) / August 7 (astrological)

🌿 Spring Equinox: September 23

💛 Beltane/Floralia: Nov 1 (traditional) / Nov 7 (astrological)

🧡 Summer Solstice: Dec 21

(Dates given are based on GMT+8 - Check the dates/times of the seasonal festivals in 15 different timezones)

...

New & Full Moons

🌑 January 1

🌕 January 13

🌑 January 29

🌕 February 12

🌑 February 28

🌕 March 14

🌑 March 29 - Super new moon

🌕 April 13 - Micro full moon

🌑 April 27 - Super new moon

🌕 May 12 - Micro full moon

🌑 May 27

🌕 June 11

🌑 June 25

🌕 July 10

🌑 July 24

🌕 August 9

🌑 August 23 - Black moon

🌕 September 7 - Total lunar eclipse

🌑 September 21

🌕 October 7

🌑 October 21

🌕 November 5 - Super full moon

🌑 November 20 - Micro new moon

🌕 December 4 - Super full moon

🌑 December 20

(Dates given are based on GMT - Check the dates/times in your local timezone)

...

About the Calendar Wheel

The image on this post is a northern hemisphere version of my 2025 calendar, based on my location in Boorloo (so-called Perth, Western Australia), on Wadjuk Noongar boodjar.

From the centre, outwards, you'll see:

The 4 Vivaldi seasons

The 8 seasonal festivals (I've used the common names for the cross-quarters, since I'll probably use this on my business socials)

The 12 months of the year

The 52-ish weeks of the year

The 365 days of the year

The new, full, and quarter moons for 2025

You can also see my Southern Hemisphere version.

[melrosing]

Last song: uh it was Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi, The Four Seasons: Autumn 3 . . . banger

Favorite color: yellow 💛

Last movie: just back from seeing I'm Still Here i thought it was good

Last tv show: The White Lotus it's not really doing much for me tho

Sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet probably

Relationship status: singleeee i have a date this week and i gotta try not to look dead inside when i show up bc im so bored of hinge dates

Last google search: population of rio de janeiro LMAO idk why this was the first thing i google after seeing I'm Still Here

Looking forward to: travelling soooon i wasn't able to since 2023 and im sick of being in the uk :)

tagged by: @ilynpilled uwu

tagging: whomstsoever

[spiritofnostalgia]

Autumn Playlist 🍂

Autumn Comes Too Soon, Jayden Talley

The First Autumn Leaf, Luca Morelli

The First of Autumn, Enya

Rain in September, Annie Lennox

Make Believe (Song), Howard Blake

Practical Magic, Alan Silvestri

Listen To The Wind, Karliene

Amas Veritas, Alan Silvestri

The Ash Grove, Laura Wright

Dreams (Acoustic Version), The Cranberries

Santiano (feat. Nathan Evans), Santiano

The Belgian Detective (From 'Poirot')

Murder, She Wrote Theme

Lost Memory, Joshua Kyan Aalampour

Memories, Within Temptation

Rosenrot, Faun

I Will Always Find You, Karliene

Paint It Black, Ciara

思いで, Tsuneichi Suzuki

Kojo no Tsuki, Kurumi Kobato

The Wind Chimes, Mysterain

Interlude, Timi Yuro

Decode, Vitamin String Qurtet

Love Song For A Vampire, Karliene

Paint It Black (Cello version), Diego Mietre

The Road, Oliver Satyr & Kati Rán

Where Spirits Sleep, Eric Heitman & Amy Wallace

Otherworld, Adrian von Ziegler

Witches Circle, Italian Witches Circle

Paint It Black, Harp Twins & Volfgang Twins

Who Wants To Live Forever, Vitamin String Quartet

Taking Pictures, John Williams & Christopher Parkening

Butterflies In The Subway, George Fenton

The Four Seasons, Concerto No. 3 "Autumn", Vivaldi

Symphony No. 6 in F Major, Op. 68 "Pastoral": III. Allegro - IV. Allegro - V. Allegretto (Beethoven, from ‘Fantasia’), The Philadelphia Orchestra & Leopold Stokowski

China, Vitamin String Quartet

Coffee, Invadable Harmony

Seasons, Keith Hopwood & Malcolm Rowe

Autumn Leaves, Eva Cassidy

[balkanlila]

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[sam-reyna]

Thanks for tagging me @onioneyez :D

Tagging 5 people (NO OBLIGATIONS ETC): @brandybradyrandyandyndy @2000-andlate @fanhampastagirl @chrysochromulina @midnightxxcrisis

Last song: this baby right here :)

Last book: Currently very on/off reading the book on translation by Umberto Eco (German title: Quasi dasselbe mit anderen Worten). Super interesting, but a bit too... scholastic at times to be easy reading at breakfast.

Last show: The Great British Bake Off, baby!! This year's season is done, so I'm currently rewatching old ones. Skipped a couple of episodes and I'm now on the 2021 season. One of my favourite bunches of bakers, also including a German one!!! The only time I feel something akin to patriotism is when I am cheering Jürgen on.

Last movie: Hrátky s čertem (Playing cards with the devil), a czech fairytale movie which I enjoyed immensely!!!! Loved the concept and the way it was done, plot & characters were fun - just a good package!

The last thing I looked up: French philosophers list (bc I always thought Voltaire looked hot). Amazing how much influence philosophers had on literature analysis, too!

Something I'm looking forward to: seeing my friend next week (haven't seen each other since June); watching a bit of youtube rn; maybe watching a few fairytale movies with my dad tomorrow; the new Tatort episode coming out on sunday and gossiping about it with my parents :)

[beangods]

tagged by @gardengnosticator

favorite color

blue. i wear mostly black or autumnal colors though

last song listened to

violin concerto in A minor op. 3 no. 6 RV 356 (vivaldi). probably not that exact performance but i listen to the classical station on my way to work in the mornings (if i forget to bring a CD) because all the other radio stations in my area are worthless before 11am

currently reading

malcontents ed. joe queenan; have had it on my tbr pile since OCTOBER omg but i just got through voltaire and de sade and will be reading jane austen's section this afternoon

currently watching

x files season 2 and the rose of versailles. im very slow at this

coffee or tea

TEAHEADS RISE UP!!! recently got some soviet tea glasses and podstakanniki so we're rockin with that right now

currently craving

ice waterrrrrrrrrrrr work has me so parched rn

tagging @runthepockets @crypticsounds @petr1kov @princessmo @theloveliesttime2023

[mamusiq]

Classical Music to Make Your Brain Shut Up

Tracklist:  

0:00:00 Debussy - Suite Bergamasque, L. 75: III. Clair de Lune 

0:04:44 Beethoven - Piano Sonata No. 14, Op. 27 No. 2 "Moonlight Sonata": I. Adagio sostenuto Luke Faulkner 

0:09:37 Chopin - Nocturnes, Op. 9: No. 2 in E-Flat Major, Andante Vadim Chaimovich 0:14:02 Satie - Trois gymnopédies: No. 1, Lent et douloureux (Soft Piano Version) 

0:17:19 Bach - The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 1, BWV 846: Prelude in C Major Luke Faulkner 

0:19:44 Chopin - Waltzes, Op. 69: No. 2 in B Minor  

0:23:34 Pachelbel - Aria and 4 Variations in A Minor, P. 26 Vadim Chaimovich  

0:28:42 Satie - Gnossiennes: No. 1, Lent 

0:32:33 Satie - Gnossiennes: No. 3, Lent  

0:35:41 Debussy - Rêverie, L. 68 (Soft Piano Version) Luke Faulkner  

0:39:55 Beethoven - Piano Sonata No. 8 in C Minor, Op. 13 "Sonata Pathétique": II. Adagio cantabile Vadim Chaimovich  

0:45:44 Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, Concerto No. 4 in F Minor, RV 297 "Winter": II. Largo Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov, Yuliya Lebedenko 

0:47:43 Part - Spiegel im Spiegel (Arr. for Violin and Piano) Luke Faulkner, Nadia Vasileva 0:56:13 Puccini (arr. Naughtin) - Gianni Schicchi, SC 88: “O Mio Babbino Caro”

0:59:00 Ravel (arr. Naughtin) - Pavane pour une infante défunte 

1:04:36 Barber - Adagio for Strings Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov  

1:10:14 Rachmaninoff - 14 Romances, Op. 34: No. 14, Vocalise (Arr. for Cello & String Orchestra by P. Lyubomudrov) Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov, Mikael Samsonov  

1:15:17 Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, Concerto No. 3 in F Major, RV 293 "Autumn": II. Adagio molto Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov, Yuliya Lebedenko 1:17:37 Mahler - Symphony No. 5: II. Adagietto Musica Sancta Ensemble, Liran Mendel 1:27:40 Tchaikovsky - Serenade for Strings, Op. 48: II. Valse (Live)  

1:31:28 Fauré - Sicilienne, Op. 78 Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov 1:35:07 Elgar - Cello Concerto, Op. 85: III. Adagio Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov, Mikael Samsonov  

1:40:04 Sibelius - Valse Triste, Op. 44 

1:46:55 Mussorgsky - Pictures at an Exhibition: No. 2, Il vecchio castello (Live)  

1:49:34 Händel - Suite No. 7 in G Minor: VI. Passacaglia Metamorphose String Orchestra, Pavel Lyubomudrov 

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Title: Concerto No. 3 in F major, Op. 8, RV 293, "Autumn" (L'autunno) Allegro By: Antonio Vivaldi

Cover by: Yang String Orchestra

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Candle Light Concert, Kiel ~ 25.07.2024

Spring ~ Four Seasons of Vivaldi 🌸🍃

Fall ~ Four Seasons of Vivaldi 🍂

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Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi - The Four Seasons

Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, The Unsung CollectiveLaden Sie die besten Noten aus unserer Bibliothek herunter.Max Richter

Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, The Unsung Collective

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLZ6c4ZLxUY Conducted by Dr. Tyrone Clinton, The Unsung Collective performs in St. Philip's Episcopal Church, Harlem NY Violin soloist Michael Jorgensen Spring 1 0:00 Spring 2 2:34 Spring 3 6:11 Summer 1 9:31 Summer 2 14:06 Summer 3 18:24 Autumn 22:08 Autumn 2 28:24 Autumn 3 31:54 Winter 1 33:50 Winter 2 37:00 Winter 3 40:12

Max Richter

Max Richter (* 22. März 1966 in Hameln, Deutschland) ist ein in Deutschland geborener britischer Komponist. Er komponierte unter anderem die Musik für den Animationsdokumentarfilm Waltz with Bashir von Ari Folman und für den Science-Fiction-Film Ad Astra – Zu den Sternen von Regisseur James Gray. Richter zeichnet ein Kompositionsstil der Verbindung von Ambient-Samples mit kammermusikalischer Instrumentierung aus. Seit seiner Arbeit mit den Techno- und Ambient-Pionieren The Future Sound of London versteht er Musik als ein Zusammenspiel aus Farben, Klängen und Gefühlen, die er in seine Kompositionen einzubringen versucht. Read the full article

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VIVALDI - Four Seasons - Alexandra Conunova - Orchestre International de Genève

Transformative! Extraordinary! Brilliant!  

“With Alexandra Conunova's virtuosic interpretation and the accompaniment of the Orchestre International de Genève, this rendition brings to life the vivid imagery and emotions depicted in Vivaldi's masterpiece.”

Sep 9, 2015  SAINT-URSANNE15,820,845 views • Sep 9, 2015 • SAINT-URSANNE1st Movement - Spring 1. Spring - I. Allegro 0:08 2. Spring - II. Largo 3:30 3. Spring - III. Allegro 6:00 2nd Movement - Summer 4. Summer - I. Allegro non molto 10:20 5. Summer - II. Adagio-Presto-Adagio 15:45 6. Summer - III. Presto 17:55 3rd Movement - Autumn 7. Autumn - I. Allegro 20:55 8. Autumn - II. Adagio Molto 26:10 9. Autumn - III. Allegro Pastorale 29:00 4th Movement - Winter 10. Winter - I. Allegro non molto 32:25 11. Winter - II. Largo 35:40 12. Winter - III. Allegro 37:40 Alexandra Conunova - Violin Orchestre International de Genève Recorded 12th of August 2015 in Saint-Ursanne "Piano Festival" Sound and Video : Eliyah Reichen for Beyond Groove Productions

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SUCH a little women sound to this one.........