#Short Prelude

[duffertube]

▶️ Group-Forty Orchestra (1960)

1. Short Prelude; 2. Fantasia; 3. Gigue

Source: Internet Archive

[weirdlookindog]

Prelude (1927)

[yautjalover]

Dhare lounging in bed: “What are you doing?”

He opens his eyes to see Ashaki seated between his thighs with a ruler.

“The average human male measures 5-5.5 inches. I want to see how you compare,” She smirks as she palms his hardening length in one hand while measuring it with the other.

Dhare purrs, “You will find that I am bigger than the—”

“9.5 inches…which is 24 centimeters! You were right, baby.”

The male growls cockily.

“Of course I am! From the first time I rutted your tight pu—” he cuts his words off with a surprised yelp when Ashaki rakes her manicured nails down his cock.

“You naughty alien man,” Ashaki snickers.

[tri98]

Please let me figure out soon how much of my breathing issues are psychosomatic vs. an underlying physical issue. I want to be able to breathe.

[waitingforsecretsouls]

This remains one of my favourite Traumerei moments and overall moves to date and it still makes me mad that despite this very scene I had to endure weeks of Traumerei slander about the existence of said tournament and how stupid Traumerei was for throwing it while the arc was ongoing💀

Traumerei canonically thought it was childish nonsense and immediately concocted a nearly fool-proof murder plot for every single participant other than his intended winners before it could even officially commence and yet still got blamed for SIU's choice to include it as a plot-point in the first place 😭

90% of Traumerei slander seems based on his role in the narrative as a seemingly immovable obstacle (that ultimately will have to be removed nonetheless of course) and the necessary pitfalls that come with it rather than his specific character as demonstrated in the story, and turning said necessary pitfalls into a personal failing of Traumerei's even while Traumerei himself is actively working against them and constantly choosing the most ruthless and direct options possible (as opposed to Gustang, who gets his wins handed to him by necessity of his narrative role, regardless of level of actually demonstrated ingenuity or intelligence, except no one cares about it in his case, and you can quote me on that!).

It's frustrating because despite of this limitation I think SIU is doing a wonderful job of making Traumerei competent and intimidating whenever he's actually motivated to act, in ways that don't even rely on throwing the most shinsu around. Independent from whatever shenangians him and Zahard got up to back in the day, Traumerei started severly from the backfoot against Gustang in their present day conflict, who had millennia to plan and move basically unimpeded in the current matter, all the way back to preserving Enryu's Thorn and the inner Floor of Death to contain it. And despite this, he scores plenty of surprises and small to large scale wins against Gustang (the most lackluster aspect associatable with him are the independent moves and performances of the Branch Heads, whom Traumerei canonically never cared about and considered pathetic, so🤷‍♀️)!

But fandom at large often seems to ignore or downplay that to hell and back to hype Gustang and his nonexistent feats instead.

[mqfx]

oh that's right. 19 and 21 are short chapters ahahahha....

[friendofcars]

okay I ctrl+fed all four books in trc for ‘storm’ ‘thunder’ ‘lightning’ you’ll never guess about whom im web weaving. Also typing this made me realize I forgot to check opal

[beevean]

🌹🌹🌹

Adrian shifts the sword until it’s in front of the quill and bottle of ink on his desk. The reflection is still blurry, and that won’t do, he won’t be satisfied until the blade can be used as a makeshift mirror.

(Not by him. He lifts the bottle an inch off the desk: according to the sword, it has started to levitate on its own. While he can handle it without harm, it must be imbued with too much holy power to recognize Adrian’s existence. He figures the reason Mother never introduced him to her parents.)

The pungent smell of polishing oil has invaded the entire workplace and Adrian’s nostrils, and it looks like he has spilled more of it on his gloves than on the sword he was meant to clean. With a huff, Adrian sets himself to continue his task, when a couple of knocks catch him by surprise – and then, a surge of happiness.

More than that sound, he would recognize that heartbeat anywhere.

After carefully setting the sword and removing the dirty gloves, Adrian springs to his feet to welcome Hector, after what seems to have been years: and his brother steps inside the room and wraps his arms around Adrian, pulling him close without hesitation, carrying with him the warmth of his smile… and the stench of sweat and blasphemy.

“You reek of sulfur,” are the first words that come out of Adrian’s curled lip. It is not the politest of greetings, he is aware: he does not need Hector’s frown or his arms falling dejectedly on his sides. It simply is hard to ignore.

“I Forged until I could no longer feel my fingers to buy myself some time,” Hector retorts, smoothing his uniform without need. “I apologize for my state, but I… I felt the need to see you. That is all.”

It is exactly how Adrian had been feeling, but hearing it from Hector, with such candid honesty, can’t help but touch him deeply. He’s at loss to express the swelling of fondness in his chest, so he sets for fixing Hector’s collar, again without need.

Hector opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say is lost when he peers over Adrian’s shoulder, attracted by something. “Am I interrupting you?”

Oh, it must be a peculiar sight, having a sword resting on a common desk. “No, it’s nothing urgent. I was simply doing something I had been procrastinating on for too long.”

“If you need help with weapons, I can help you…”

“You just said that you overworked yourself to the point of exhaustion only to visit me.”

Not loading even more responsibilities on Hector’s shoulders was only one of the reasons he did not think to ask him for help. That is his Mother’s sword, a rusty sword that he dared not touch ever since it was brought to him along with a shield and armor. He did not even know Mother was in possession of such regalia. Adrian may not know the most advanced spells to take care of delicate weapon, but it would not be right to delegate the job to any smith or even a trusted Devil Forgemaster: he can’t avoid his heirloom for the rest of his existence.

Even if his only accomplishment so far has been soaking himself in polish oil.

[rrrauschen]

Igor Volchek, {2021} Прелюдия и фуга (Prelude and Fugue)

[weirdlookindog]

Prelude (1927)

[redolentgrove]

"Celeste, we're home!"

Loki and Bijoux arrived back in Redolent Grove following the Gilded Gala. The sun had just begun to rise over the treeline, and the elder taur stopped for a moment to admire the colours adorning the sky. Oranges, purples, blues… all weaving together into something one would find on a master artist's gallery.

"Celeste?" Loki called a second time, peeking into the main clearing to find her daughter sitting upright, her taurbody stretched lazily beneath her and… an all-too-familiar Dachsbun curled up against the Sylveontaur's flank, head resting on the elder fairy type's fur. The dog was fast asleep, a sight that brought a soft smirk and knowing chuckle to Loki's muzzle.

"Shhh, don't wake her up…" Celeste's chiding was gentle but firm, and a forepaw brushed along Millie's side, causing the canid to let out happy murmurs. "Poor girl; I woke up at about one in the morning and she was zonked out like this right next to me. I wonder if she had a nightmare or something."

Loki shook her head. "This isn't the first time you've ended up with someone cuddled up to you within moments of meeting you. Honestly, I think she was glad to be sleeping somewhere with someone she could trust. Almost looks like how half of the kids I adopted decided they were mine."

Celeste stuck out her tongue playfully. "I'm not adopting my sister's roommate, Mom. This family tree is weird enough as it is."

Bijoux looked over at Millie nervously. "You're not kidding…" She took out a phone, snapped a picture of herself and Loki, and then saved it to the memory. "I'll wait until she wakes up before I show her. Let her have some comfort and all. She must be tuckered out after everything that happened."

Loki nodded. "Celeste, can I count on you to watch Millie for a little bit longer?"

Celeste shrugged. "Yeah… I don't think I'm going to be moving any time soon. I'll tell her you two got back when she wakes up. You know, she kinda smells like cinnamon and vanilla… it's kinda relaxing." Loki tapped Bijoux on the shoulder and motioned sideways. "Hey… while that's happening, I need to talk to you about your Mum…"

Bijoux headtilted slightly. "Oh, Arceus, she's not out here, is she?! I've had enough drama for a while…"

Loki shook her head. "No, I need to talk to you… about why she and I really separated. And how it was my fault..."

[password-door-lock]

a bit weird but do you think saeyoung knows or would know that his brother's an idol after his album comes out??

Yes, absolutely!

Even before releasing his album, Saeran is a very popular idol in this universe. His face is everywhere: on billboards, in ad campaigns, and (let's not forget) on a poster in Yoosung's bedroom. Saeyoung is 100% aware the entire time that Unknown is his brother. Obviously, as soon as MC introduces Saeran to their LOLOL friends, he's going to make the connection that Hacker God was actually Saeyoung the whole time, and I think both of them would find that pretty funny. After all, Saeran has no reason to hate his brother in this universe! It might be a little bit awkward since they're not as close as they used to be, but eventually, they can overcome that.

[thelastwarriornun]

How does one exercise enough self-restraint to finish a fic before posting it? Asking for a friend

[superdjshadow]

where did he go #soulframe #gaming

[sohannabarberaesque]

Hopefully, at least one of you Tom and Jerry fans with a fondness for classical music might have some idea as to the number being featured in this short (and played by an all-feline version of the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra).

(The selection over the opening titles is pretty easy to recognise: Liszt's Preludes, as used during the mid-show break on the radio version of The Lone Ranger, preceded with the announcement "The curtain falls on the first part of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments.")

[falst]

One last question before I sleep for the night, will this game add more context for some of the things in automata and make it even more depressing?

uhhhh Kind Of