#THERE ARE TWO VIOLAS INSTEAD OF TWO VIOLINS

[dandelion-de-deus]

the real reason I don’t listen to a lot of classical music is because I’ll inevitably start listening to some Mendelssohn sextet and find myself getting really upset over the fact that I don’t live with more musicians

[bi-rezi]

if I had a million dollars I'd probably pick up the cello tbqh

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Another snippet of Heartstopper AU because I was asked to share some of the locked in the music room incident between Mirabel and Moana. Albeit this is just what happened beforehand.

Specifically by @dandylion94.

“You mean… you didn’t bring anyone? Aww, Bela. It’s okay, I mean I invited pretty much all of my colleagues here tonight—”

Isabela looked up from her phone at that. “To your old school’s summer showcase?”

“Why not?” Luisa countered.

“Why? Do you hate them? Did they give you a bad shift or something?” She questioned.

“What are you talking about? Everyone is clearly here to watch and enjoy our hermanita’s performance! Stop acting like it’s some sort of punishment.” Luisa tugged Isabela over to the refreshments table, before she ended up walking into the crowd of people.

“Yeah, but our sister is just some random kid in the orchestra—”

“She’s the lead flutist, actually.”

“There’s only two of them!”

“And she’s the better one!”

“So? You can’t fucking hear the flute when they all play anyways,” Isabela grumbled, realising she wasn’t going to win against Luisa. She picked up one of the cups of juice - unlike Luisa, she wasn’t that desperate to wait in the never ending cue for bad coffee. “All you can hear is the string section. Which worked really well for Dolores when we had to watch her play in all these.”

Luisa glanced over to the stage. A group of girls, not so much younger than herself, all fiddling with the violins and violas like prized trophies for the parents that were taking Instagram photos.

“So…” Luisa muttered, quietly. “What you’re saying is… we should go collect some stones from outside, when they start performing we throw them and take out the entire string section?”

Isabela scoffed, “As funny as that would be, no. Remember the Nativity we watched? Where we got kicked out and had to stand in that fucking snowstorm all night?”

Luisa almost shivered at the memory, but nevertheless shared the mischievous grin. “I think our comments really added to the story.”

“Yeah! Fuck that stupid teacher, she doesn’t know what she’s on about. We improved her shitty play.”

“Um, excuse me?”

They both turned around. Momentarily worried that said teacher had been in earshot this entire time. Or if not her, perhaps some other old teacher who was about to throw the pair of them out before they could even sit down. But instead, and to their relief, it was Moana; one of Camilo’s friends.

“Hey,” Isabela greeted. “Are you a part of this musical thing too? I never thought you were interested in music and you aren’t in uniform, but you do you—”

“No, I’m not. Well, not performing. I’ve come to watch,” she explained, blushing a little.

“Did Camilo drag you along with him?” Luisa guessed. “Not surprised in the least. He refuses to sit with anyone in the family at school events. Is the rest of the crew here too?”

“I.. I don’t think so?”

“Lucky bitches.” Isabela grumbled under her breath.

Moana shook herself. “Anyways, have you seen Camilo or Mirabel anywhere?”

“They were here. But the orchestra lady sent Mirabel out of the auditorium to get some sheet music she left somewhere in the music department.” Luisa replied, in between craning her neck over the cue that still had barely moved. “I imagine Camilo probably has snuck his way in behind her. He’ll be setting up some prank in the classroom.”

“Or escaping.” Isabela added.

The girl nodded in understanding and disappeared off without saying anything more.

“She seemed eager to leave,” Luisa mused.

“I know right? I can’t believe Milo didn’t let me crash in on the fun.” Isabela complained, her eyes glued back on her phone. “How come both Dolores and Camilo get out of this but I have to be here?”

“No, I mean, not that. I mean… didn’t you see her? Her cheeks were all red; she was clearly blushing, Bela. And the rest of their friend group isn’t here. So there must be a reason why she came and not the others - and I don’t think she’s got the same prank-energy as the rest of them, so what gives?” Lusia broke off in a gasp. “Holy shit, she has a crush on Mirabel!”

It didn’t take long before Moana managed to slip her way out of the auditorium and eventually made her way down the music/drama department of their school. Though, to her, it felt like time was going painfully slowly. All the nerves and excitement crashing together like powerful waves and leaving her a mess.

“Hey, where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting like forever!” Camilo demanded. Clambering off a desk he had been walking on and linking arms with Moana.

“Well, I—”

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t wanna know. We don’t have the time.” He pointed down the corridor. “Okay, so while I was ditching literature as usual this afternoon, I hid the orchestra marked files in that room. The one at the far end. It’s the one with that weird door that locks. The plan is: I’m gonna send Mirabel in, claiming I saw some papers in there - she’s currently searching one of the practice rooms - then I’m gonna send you in after her and lock the door…”

“And then?” Moana asked.

“You’ll talk and kiss and work everything out! And BOOM! Girlfriends!” He whispered-yelled into her ear. “It’s the perfect plan!”

“Yeah, I get that. How are we getting out?”

He shrugged, “Well, I’ll be nearby. Stealing snacks from the vending machines and hoping none of the adults or teachers catch me lurking. Just text me when you’re done. If I can’t get it open, I’ll just burst into the hall screaming for help. So… you ready to finally get a girlfriend?”

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. From where they had stopped, she could just about see into the large room the orchestra used to practice every Monday. It was also where all the orchestra had left their bags and instrument cases for tonight, with Mirabel slowly scanning the space and tiptoeing between them to find the sheet music that should have been there. All perfect in her uniform as always, her flute still in hand.

“Yeah. I am.” She smiled, bashfully.

“Okay, great!” He snapped his fingers. “You go hide somewhere for now and I’ll convince Mirabel to check the room. It’ll be easy, I’m such a good actor!”

[shiraishi--kanade]

;; i wanna hear about some of your 30+ proseka ocs!! if you wanna talk about them 👀

I'm hesitant, because I barely have any accurate artwork of them (and what I do have isn't drawn by me, actually), but it would be kind of hypocritical and silly for me to shy away from the question after that post, so...

In total I have about 30 proseka ocs and they keep on multiplying, but here's my focus for the time being.

[ yeah, I don't have a fancy logo or anything like this. I'm not at all a visual artist, unfortunately ]

Kawaakari Orchestra, or KWKO for stort, is a unit of 6 classical musicians that participate in chamber music/classical music competition on a national level in Japan; however, there's a twist - the competition is specifically designed to modernize and revolutionise the approach to how classical music is presented to the general public, so there's a lot of non-traditional elements both during performances and in between them.

In short, this is not what they signed up for (with some of the members even being picked up somewhat involuntarily), and the competition is fierce and nobody is having fun on the journey to victory - but also self-exploration, healing and mending their relationship with their lives and each other.

More info under the cut!

Their sekai is Conservatory Sekai, which is similar to Leo/need's school set up but instead of empty classrooms there are empty lecture halls and practice rooms; one main practice room which is very spacious and open and several smaller, more private ones. All the Virtual Singers are the same as in canon and all play the same instruments the cast does.

There are also two new schools for all OCs to attend because I wanted more creative freedom over that!

Meeting the sillies!

[surname - name. Keep in mind that picrew designs can be inaccurate to various degrees. All follow proseka wiki template!]

Unit leader/2nd Violin: Saitsu Maki

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 1st (♊)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-A)

Committee: Library

Club: Undecided

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Travelling, Meeting new People, Reading

Speciality: Photographic memory; English

Favourite food: Soba noodles

Least favourite food: Anything spicy

Dislikes: Insects

1st Violin: Kozaki Karin

Gender: Female

Birthday: August 4th (♌)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-A)

Committee: Class Representative

Club: Go

Part-time job: Bookshop

Hobbies: Strategy games

Speciality: Time management

Favourite food: Shiitake fried rice

Least favourite food: Eggs

Dislikes: Idleness

Piano: Shimizu Kairi

Gender: Male

Birthday: March 11 (♓)

School: Hakkei High School (1-C)

Committee: Disciplinary

Club: Chamber Music

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Collecting Stationery, Journaling

Speciality: Aesthetic Notetaking

Favourite food: White tayaki

Least favourite food: Prawns

Dislikes: Crowded places

Cello: Ekuro Suzuka

Gender: Female

Birthday: November 21 (♏)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-B)

Committee: Health

Club: Photography

Part-time job: Freelance photographer

Hobbies: Arts & Crafts; Baking

Speciality: First Aid & Nursing

Favourite food: Panna cotta, Blueberry sauce

Least favourite food: Salads

Dislikes: Hospitals

[sorry for the very bad quality for the next two ones, I can't afford making a neka.cc account right now. Maybe Someday!]

Viola: Kaedehara Akari

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 30 (♎)

School: Hakkei High School (2-D)

Committee: Greening

Club: Gardening

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Going on morning walks, Tending to her potted plants

Speciality: Flower language

Favourite food: Pizza

Least favourite food: Tomatoes

Dislikes: Viola

Flute: Fujisaki Reishi

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 28 (♑)

School: Hakkei High School (2-A)

Committee: Beauticarion

Club: None

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Composing music, Shopping

Speciality: Music theory; Calligraphy

Favourite food: French fries, Instant noodles

Least favourite food: Pickled foods

Dislikes: Criticism

picrews/neka cc used: 1-2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Some very important infographics to understand the dynamics of the group (4koma cutouts courtesy of @the-one-that-weeps):

They have a lot stuff going on, and so far I've planned a series for the that goes over from the main story up to their World Link event; but a lot of this is still Subject To Change and WIP, of course. So this is all I'm going to say so far in order to keep things interesting if I do happen to write about them at some point.

Hope you all like them, even if they're surface level, they mean the world to me. If you have proseka fan oc, this is the cue for you to talk about them as well. Let's re-populate the tag. Cringe culture is dead. Fan Units is where it's at.

[ronnieannroyals1]

Some Alastor Headcanons I have some angsty some fluffy!!

Alastor didn't swear purely because his mother didn't like it when he was alive, so he didn't do it to honor her, but when he swears and says fuck the first time to Lucifer he kind of likes it and proceeds to keep doing it. He kinda sees it as sort of fitting believing that he failed his mother on earth by not being able to save her and he had already failed her in hell by not becoming the most powerful so might as well just drop the act and I feel like throughout the series he's losing any sanity he had leading up to his breakdown so it makes sense that leading up to it he realized that he had failed his mother as well as himself.

Alastor and Rosie have bi-monthly tea parties because they don't have a lot of time being overlords of Hell and all so they have bimonthly gossip sessions, at first they are mainly in cannibal town, but when Alastor gets more comfortable they also have them at the Hotel but Rosie always brings the tea (the drink) because Alastor loves it, but he can't make it for the life of him. His mother meant to teach him, but she never had the chance so now he drinks tea with Rosie instead and it's the highlight of both of their months. Sometimes Niffty joins them, but neither Rosie or Alastor mind. They both kind of see Niffty as a daughter. Charlie drops in sometimes as well, but other than Rosie and Alastor those are the only two allowed at the tea parties. Husk has joined as well, but not nearly as welcomed.

Alastor is a naturally really gifted musician and he knows how to play a variety of different instruments from back when he was alive, His mother taught him Piano and shortly after that he died so he began to learn other instruments in his free time to keep her memory living on. He knows how to play piano, trumphet, Saxaphone, trombone, Viola, and Violin.

[sunny-reis]

hcs - enha as college students

notes: this isn't even an x reader (it may be in the future 👀) lmao, this is all lighthearted and i by no means intend to insult or deface any of the enhas or see them fr fr this way

heeseung: comp sci major w/a music minor

deep down would definitely want his degrees to be the other way around

but he would probs realize cs just leads to more of a stable job (not with ai on the rise tho 😍 we love going into a doomed field of study)

(as a cs kid i’m ABSOLUTELY projecting onto my little headcanons about him)

i think..he’d be a NORMAL person that enjoys programming more than learning abt computer hardware or theory

seeing as he’s normal he’d HATEEEEE object-oriented programming (the complex part of programming OUGHGG)

he’d probably know exactly what to minor in for his dream job: music production

he’d DEFINITELYYY be in the school orchestra as a piano

he’s not mysterious enough for a bass, annoying enough for a violin or trumpet, or quirky enough for a cello

he’s an attention whore he wouldn’t even LOOK at the violas 💀

but yeah overall i think he’d know his plans for the future down to a T

probs has an internship at microsoft (derogatory)

now for the most important question

would he be a tech bro?

absolutely NOT

for those that aren’t as familiar with tech bros

just imagine a redditor alpha male with horribly gelled hair that brings the LOUDEST gaming pc to class with a horribly oiled, light-up keyboard, and makes sleazy comments about the one or two girls in every comp sci class

in other words: a woman in cs’ worst nightmare (send help i’m one of TWO girls in a class full of tech bros.)

but yeah he wouldn’t be like that at all

he’d definitely suck at rizzing up women (bro plays LoL in 2023, the year of our lord, need i elaborate?)

i can easily imagine him coming into class with gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt and flannel over, and a double-shot coffee from starbucks every day

he’d probably be the most decent-looking dude in every cs-related class i can’t even lie

for the dudes reading this: if you ever need an ego boost, do basic self-care and dress well (maybe even put on basic makeup), and join a cs class

the amount of mid ass incels with no concept of self-care will immediately make you the most attractive man in the class i kid you not

neways enough of me projecting 💀

as a music student

i could absolutely see him eat up every composition assignment (where you compose your own piece of music)

although i feel like he’d have a teacher that prefers classical music that’d be PISSED every time he submits something non-conventional

omg imagine him composing a whole dubstep instrumental for class

if the music production thing doesn’t work out he’d start a band with a bunch of losers in his dad’s garage and make horrible music that’d still get a decent amount of listens and attention bc he’s hot

it’s giving fallout boy but not emo

maybe shitty indie at best

more utc !

jay: english major w/a philosophy minor

first of all

his ass would NOT know philosophy is mostly math before signing up

i don’t think he’d be bad at math at all but he’d fs be regretting it all

but then he’d debate dropping out until whoop there’s only a semester left until it’s over. too late.

he’d dress up for every class for SUREEE

one word: beige.

he IS light academia pinterest

studyblr WISHES it was him fr

macbook user. i don’t need to explain.

he’d probably have his life together on the outside

bullet journal and aesthetic notion and all

i feel like he’d prefer discussions and deep thought (hence the philosophy) and debates over analysis

he’d LOVE discussing his thoughts abt different texts in class

he would NOT like writing out analyses abt random ass stories tho (hs english was a NIGHTMARE)

argumentative essays are his BITCH fr

i think he’d lose points for focusing more on broader concepts and going just a tad too off-topic in analytical essays, instead of focusing on details and cause-effect relationships and all that

now for the important part: his life outside of college

ik for a FACT he’d be the most likely to have a thriving social life outside of school out of all of enha

don’t @ me it’s not my fault the rest of them are MAIDENLESS – heeseung plays LEAGUE for crying out loud !!

probably goes out to the mall or new attractions like museums every weekend

even tho he minors in arguably one of the hardest fields of study ??

bro would finish up calc III homework in less than an hour 🤯

i bet he’d be there on a scholarship too 😒lucky ass

jake: international relations (global politics) major, no minor

note: ik the average writer would probs make him a physics major but that’s BOOOORING and overdone, plus i just don’t see it 🤷

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NOTE !!! IR ≠ political science !!! IR focuses on politics around the world, pol sci is more of how internal governments work

(i’m also heavily projecting here bc i’m a politics student send your prayers please and thank you)

i pity IR majors

this boy is TIRED 25/8

tbh the thing with IR isn’t that the content’s hard

a (paraphrased) quote from my IR teacher: “political scientists are lazy, all they do is come up with generic concepts and slap an ‘-ism’ at the end”

it’s moreso the reading and writing.

god the reading.

politics textbooks are so big and expensive it hurts my wallet just to look at the library-issued textbook i have

he’d be running on caffeine and a prayer, no sleep we die like men

not that he’d be a bad student !!

i could definitely see him being that one student that asks the teacher the silent questions no one asks bc they think it’ll make them look stupid (ie. asking them to repeat what they just said or explain a not-so-complex theory)

would definitely word vomit about politics, current and past, to the rest of the enhas (but just to make sure he remembers it all, you gotta respect the grind man)

none of them would understand a thing

jake: “yeah so it’s stupid how there are a whole bunch of states fighting over the south china sea when it’s technically international waters [please don’t quote me on this it’s like 2 am and i’m pulling stuff out of my ass] and therefore has no legal ‘owner’ haha isn’t that stupid?”

the rest of enha, maybe except for jay: 👁️👄👁️

jay: “ermmm akshully 🤓👆it’s in the name, china has legal rights over the south CHINA sea bc it borders it”

i can picture it vividly

imma be honest this man would be a MESS

he’d probably make (futile) attempts to get his shit together like a notion pro subscription, trying to sleep on time, a gym membership, you name it

sadly that’s just the life of a politics student

it’s so hectic it’d be hard to keep up with, but it’s jake, he’d somehow stay afloat

he’d probably come to his minimum wage job after class half-dead but his manager and coworkers would take pity on him and let him sleep in the janitor’s closet

would probably be clinging to the whole “just get through tomorrow and it’ll get better” mentality

it does not. sigh

sunghoon: undeclared until sophomnore (second) year, kinesiology (bio?) major

man honestly

this mf would be irrelevant

probs has a generic major and says absolutely nothing in class

if you blink he’d probs disappear

i feel like he’d initially wanna go for med but then he’d hear about the whole you’re-gonna-sacrifice-the-best-years-of-your-life-for-this-field-of-study thing and said NOPE lmao

which is reasonable

with the amount of ppl doing med in the world he wouldn’t think it’d make a difference if he decided to switch

i feel like he’d just be there for the ride 💀smth abt wanting to “experience all life has to offer” (not in a rich, just here for the business degree way, but more of an “i don’t need a degree to get a job but it might make it easier” way)

so yeah he decides to major in kinesiology, the study of movement according to google

disclaimer i’m not a bio person at ALL so any misinformation is completely unintentional and i will NOT be held at gunpoint to do research about a college major for HEADCANONS at ass o’clock in the morning

neways

he has a decently light workload and therefore a healthy amount of free time

on the occasional he does get a painful assignment he’d procrastinate until he’d staying up and cussing out his past self for not doing it earlier

tbh i don’t think he’d be a horrible OR amazing student

he’s truly MID mid

maybe an average of like … 75% which really isn’t bad tbh the american education system has conditioned us into thinking it is but let’s be fr other than philly cheese steaks what exactly have we ever gotten right.

….neways again

he’d be something like a jack of all trades, master of none

overall a chill guy 9/10 would be fun to hang out with

now for the best part

frat boy sunghoon

idk anything abt frat or sorority life – i’m asian the only thing close to a sorority i’d be in would be like … the school orchestra or book club 💀my parents would kill me – so don’t take everything i say for gospel

you bet your ass he’d be at every party

100% for the booze and vibes he wouldn’t even be there to flirt or rizz ppl up (he’s a self-aware man he knows he has negative rizz but that’s what makes him so ALLURING)

wouldn’t get high or anything tho he’s not all abt that life (that life being running away from the popo)

i’d trust him to walk me home tbh

he wouldn’t hurt a fly the most he’d do is like … attempt to verbally abuse jay

sunoo: art major, english lit. minor

you saw it coming don’t lie

NEWAYS

he’d be amazing at art honestly

making a portfolio would be his Thing yk

yk those big artists that are all about “working on the impulse” and not doing anything until they do ridiculous shit to get over art block

that’s him

but he slays every time he gets over it

god i feel like he’d be the perfect college friend after jay

he definitely has his shit together

i’m talking he does his assignments on time, probably has a half-paid merit scholarship, works a decent job at a taco bell just off of campus, and somehow has a will to live and time to go to the mall every weekend

the thing is, he’s not the most perfect college friend bc he’s slightly more fun-focused and free-spirited than jay, who’s a perfect mix of both

neways no more talking abt other enhas it’s sunoo’s time to shine 😠

i bet his dorm would be the most organized and decorated too oughhgh

he’d be the lucky mf that gets the biggest dorm on the first floor (with like two other roommates but they respect his privacy and all that)

he’d probably be able to get away with dorm policy violations (ie. cooking with an iron or something Not meant for cooking in his dorm instead of the nasty ass moldy ass communal kitchen) by batting his eyelashes and sweet-talking to the woman that oversees the dorms or smth (i’m blanking and i completely forgot what it’s called)

overall the luckiest bitch ever

we should all aspire to be sunoo tbh

if you’re a man and you’re not sunoo … thin fucking ice. do better. /hj

jungwon: biochem major, going for med (specifically oncology, the study of cancer?)

sorry in advance to any ppl in medical 🫶i’m gonna get every part of this wrong lmao

he’s one of Those Guys that’s known exactly what they’re doing since like … middle school

important question: would it be bc he gave into the classic asian parent pressure into becoming a doctor?

they might've played a tiny role in it but i think he'd genuinely wanna go into medical bc he's insane

definitely gets the best scores out of everyone in his class (idk if they use bell curves in med but if not he’d get solid 90s on everything)

i could see him with his life together tbh

homework always done a week before, healthy lunches he makes himself, clear skin, all that jazz

definitely has a merit-based scholarship

probably got a 1560 on the SAT too 😒 lucky ass bitch

i hate to say it

i really do

but he'd be the mf that reminds the teacher abt homework

“ermmmm mr. kim you said we had a pop quiz at the end of class” followed by him being beaten to a pulp

(w reaction/lh)

really cares about getting into a good med school

would DEFINITELY have like two internships every summer

so to recap: basically every asian med student ever (i’m friends with far too many rip med kids)

at least they won't be replaced with ai …

heeseung crying in the distance

NEWAYS

for a med student i feel like he’d be busy 24/7 but he wouldn’t Look like it?

like if you’ve seen a med student, even in hs, they look like they lost a fight to a rabid raccoon

but for some reason jungwon has his shit together like the neurotypical know-it-all he is 😒/lh please don’t kill me

seeing as he’s known what he wants to do since like … middle school in this au, i think he’d fs be on top of all the content he’s learned, if not ahead of everyone else

i’d trust him to be my doctor 🫡

actually no i wouldn’t

riki: theater major w/a visual art minor (get it bc he’s a minor) (i’m hilarious LAUGH)

he’s a quiet little guy, definitely sits in the back of the lecture hall

would milk the SHIT out of being a minority for scholarships and applications

i'm talking his common app essay abt being socially isolated and politically aware, i'm talking abt using any and all minority scholarships possible – in the eyes of the law (and the college board), riki is now half hispanic

i’d say his grades would be pretty decent, not much in the A+ zone (96-100) but at the very least, B+’s

really not that bad tbh

he’d SO be a theater kid in hs

tell me he wouldn't be those mfs that have the whole hamilton soundtrack memorized and break out into random song and dance at inappropriate times

i bet he’d ship hamilton and laurens 💀

neways

i feel like he'd like art as a class but suck at meeting deadlines and portfolio assignments n stuff

which is valid tbh i don’t think any kind of teacher of the arts (not just visual) should be too strict abt that

classes with him and sunoo would make him INSUFFERABLE omg

if you put them next to e/o they won't shut up

which is cute don't get me wrong

but makes trying to work IMPOSSIBLE

but when they're separated he’d be dead silent

you wouldn't even notice he's there tbh

overall a dedicated student with the occasional tendency to be silly and goofy

i feel like his resume would be pretty to make up for the lack of content actually on it

i'm talking canva pro graphics, fancy fonts, graphic design is his passion (not literally)

logically the best career path for him based on his degrees would be a set designer …

but obv he’s either an actor or the manager

probably an actor being a stage manager SUCKS

(don’t get me wrong it’s fun i’ve done it before but oh my GOD. if you ever wanna lose hair really fast become a backstage manager it’ll work 100%)

bonus: best-dressed in class

sunoo - you’ll never catch him slipping tbh 🤷 he’d have the most free time out of the others and would probably spend his time going out and putting together silly little outfits and being cute and adorable bc it’s kim sunoo That’s Just How He Is

jay - light academia light academia light academia light academia light academia

sunghoon (unintentionally) - his sense of style in college would be mid, truly meh, nothing special to look at but his looks make up for the boring attire (hubba hubba 😍) – the type to wear a white t-shirt, timbs, and jeans to class every day (get it 2017 jungkook 😍), maybe even a jacket. his sense of style would be as spicy as salt so not spicy at all, it’s giving unseasoned, boiled chicken

riki - he just Doesn’t Care but thankfully all the items in his closet would be usable (thanks to sunoo, that man would NOT let riki leave the house without running his outfits by him. his logic is that no best friend of his should look like a dumpsterfire !!)

jungwon - similar to jake, no time !! matching sweatshirts and sweatpants ftw

jake - politics majors have no sanity or connection to the real world bc it drives you INSANE after a month, cut him some slack :(

heeseung - the venn diagram of ppl with no sense of fashion and cs majors is a circle.

[thunderandsage]

genuinely makes me sad that youth orchestras aren’t exploited enough as settings in stories bc the grounds for drama there are, well, very fertile

so for some context, in my high school years, i was in the top ensemble of the orchestra organization i was in. mind you, we weren’t the most prestigious youth group in the city area and FAR from professionals, but we also played the unabridged versions of Stravinsky’s Firebird and Bernstein’s West Side Story Suites without crashing, so we were nothing to sneeze at either

first obvious source of conflict was just plain old fashioned perfectionism and jealousy. pick any orchestra and the first violins section will have the highest rates of vanity and it didn’t help that the hierarchy was clear-established: the closer the seat to the conductor’s podium, the better, and the player seated to the right is always above the player to the left (not just due to visibility for the audience but bc of page-turning delegation and who gets the higher melodies). and while the concertmaster undoubtedly held the most power, all the other assignments, while not up for change, were always up for commentary (during my brief stint as concertmaster, i was luckily mostly hanging out with a cello and two lovely viola players, so i didn’t have to deal with it as much)

second are the performances themselves. despite what the idea of what the average symphony-enjoyer is like and how “high-brow” the affair must be, the truth is that backstage, you’ll get crowded rooms with not nearly enough seats and maybe one speaker to let you hear what the opening ensembles are doing. if you’re (un)lucky, there’s a small untuned piano in the corner and inevitably an impromptu performance of Bach’s double concerto begins (everyone knows Bach double, it’s the marker to show you’re moving from intermediate to beginning-advanced) with several violins and usually one flute and/or oboe thrown into the mix. inevitable too are the card games, giant circles with every conceivable game from BS to spoons (played with pens instead of spoons) that become borderline cut-throat as pre-concert tension rises. then stage call! and you’re crowded into brutalism-adjacent steel-and-concrete staircases so cold you start to feel condensation form on your (wooden!) instrument as you hang onto it for dear life for fear you won’t drop and shatter it. special mention goes to that one venue with seven flights of stairs and a mass of industrial-grade kitchens that look like the set of your newest goriest horror film. fun times!

third are just the interpersonal connections—i’ve already mentioned the high-stress environment and density of neurotic perfectionists, and now imagine friendships and relationships thrown into the mix… yea. my sibling used to have this cute friendship with another violin L (a painfully shy kid but god he could play) and they made a nice power-duo. enter A. on first impression, A was an enthusiastic but harmless kid, being a violinist more as the side instrument to piano and composing, but as time went on it became clear he was a grade-A emotional manipulator and narcissistic jerk. so anyway by virtue of being the same age, my sibling, L and A form a trio now, and for a while, everything is good! at this point, they’re all one orchestra lower then me so i don’t get the full picture of how well they worked or didn’t together, but for a month or so it was good! then, unfortunately, sibling and A start dating, and it goes from “awww, how cute!” to “uhh, you sure this guy is it?” within a short while. long story short, sibling and A break up, but get this—A then goes on to date L. luckily that only lasted a short while before they broke up, but anyway, by the time these three get promoted to my group, i’m witnessing the fallout of two relationship breakups and the dissolution of what was once a power trio into separate pieces. L’s my assigned stand partner, but as he was the least culpable for this mess, we get along pretty good. in contrast to A, i reiterate that L is very shy but talented, so this makes it all the more surreal when he’s in the same orchestra as A, the guy who’s “darkest secret” was apparently that he thought he was a composer on par with mozart (he wasn’t. not by a long shot.). with all this context, you surely understand my mixed feelings when for a piano solo, i had to, as concertmaster, shake A’s hand (thank god it was just one of the opener pieces and not the highlight of the concert)

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i never thought i would have a more unhinged concert experience than this past fall but i think this one actually beat it in that respect

overall: MUCH better than yesterday. vibes just felt massively improved and i felt it in my playing

somewhere in the middle of a piece i straight up got my right elbow HIT by the scroll of the associate concertmaster’s violin. i have no idea how it happened nor do i know why his scroll was there but it hurt and he did not offer so much as an apology afterward. sigh oh well

we should have a system of filing onstage instead of just randomly swanning in whenever we feel like it lmao. i think that contributes to concerts starting late. however ate honorsprofessor and the graduate student insist on following me onstage like baby ducklings so that’s funny to me

boy this program really was just grueling, i operated at maybe 80% for the mendelssohn italian second movement so i could devote more energy to the dvořák 7 third movement but still wound up absolutely SPENT for the haydn 104 finale. i swear i only managed to push through by grace alone. this was probably the most intense program i have played yet

i think the only piece where we had any lengthy rest was the brahms serenade 1 movement 1 with the two 20-ish bar rests. so that was like. two hours of almost straight playing

after the dvořák tita conductor gave us a huge grin which i would have appreciated more if i hadn’t been desperately been trying to rally the troops (my strength) to power through the haydn

i got a handshake from tita conductor at the end of the concert 😭 she did not do this last night or warn the non-concertmaster string principals during the warmup that she was going to go for it so i was taken completely by surprise when she held her hand out to me after shaking the concertmaster’s hand so i probably looked like 😳 when i took it LMAOOOO

okay here’s where things get really unhinged.

i knew i wanted a picture with tita conductor at some point in the school year and reckoned that this would be a good time to ask since this is (i think) our last concert that’s just us and not with other ensembles for the year.

i kind of chickened out but ate honorsprofessor egged me on (no shoving me towards tita conductor this time though)

my parents, some of my coworkers, and one of my friends attended and i waved my dad over before approaching tita conductor on the stage and asked her for a picture

tita conductor brightened and said “yes—my best principal second that i’ve ever had!”

oh god. she is not emotionally prepared for me graduating.

anyways we had the picture (i also asked ate honorsprofessor to be in it too because. its literally the cover of the graphic memoir), and then she said to me “there’s a part in the brahms where you have to count so many rests and then come in with pizzicato. i never get to cue you there but you always come in anyway. by the time i figured out i needed to cue, you had already figured it out yourself and you have never missed that entrance.”

i was like “oh, well, i love the brahms” trying to explain that i have listened to it so much that half the time i wasn’t even counting i was just going with how it sounded in my head and then she said fervently “i do too” like girl i know. you picked the piece. you keep singing it. you made the program 😭😭

there’s also the fact that whoever wrote the part put a brief viola cue in there which makes it easier for me. but i didn’t say that

it should not surprise me that tita conductor likes me this much but it does surprise me that i rank that highly even though she’s only known me for a little over a year. fun times

sad that we may not have rehearsal this thursday but really—after that exercise in endurance i do need some good quality rest

[galacticscrotum]

Hello!

I don’t really like introducing myself.

I get stressed out trying to capture the essence of who I am in a reasonable amount of words. I’m far too complex for that. Not in a “I’m so complicated and cool and mysterious” way, but more of a “I literally don’t even fully have a grasp on my own existence” way.

So instead of trying to summarize my personality, I’ll just list some random things I’d like you to know if you follow me :) (If it’s too long to read, I put key info in bold)

My name is Em, it’s nice to meet you!

I’ve rotated around the sun 22 times. No wonder I’m dizzy.

I am autistic and have ADHD and CPTSD. All three conditions are intrinsically linked for me, I cannot fully relate to any of the conditions on their own without the other two.

I have several symptoms of BPD (abandonment issues go brrrrr)

I never want to speak over people with higher support needs so please (respectfully) tell me if something I say is incorrect or offensive.

Autism and neurodivergence are huge special interests of mine! (Comorbidities hellooo)

I have a ridiculous and sarcastic sense of humor. I’m a goose that is rather silly.

Communicating requires a lot of my energy, so I don’t like any criticism on how I do it, like how often I punctuate or what words I use. I’m doing my best to get my thoughts from my internal realm to the outside world.

I love to learn about anarchy and communism. Even more, I love learning about and imagining better ways of life outside of any common ideologies.

I am fucking queer as fucking shit.

My pronouns are they/them. she/he are okay too

I edit this post a lot.

I love you and I want to be your friend :)

I use :) a lot and I will not stop :)

I love The Sims 4! (I have three of the expansion packs, city living, cottage living, and cats and dogs, and I do use cheats, and I have wicked whims because tiddies)

I am half Slavic/Balkan and that’s important to me because I was disconnected and removed from my culture when I was 5. (Other half is boring western European white American). Began to reconnect with my culture when I turned 18.

Learning languages is sooo fun for me! Def a big special interest. I’m semi-fluent in Spanish, and have little knowledge of: Portuguese, Mandarin, Serbian, Russian, Hungarian, toki pona (this one is so fucking cool to me).

I love music and sharing recommendations! I used to play several instruments including viola, violin, cello, guitar, and piano. Viola is forever my main instrument. Haven’t played in a while though.

Music genres I like: reggaeton, Afrobeats, house/techno/EDM, 2000-2010s pop, Serbian folk/pop, Mexican/Chicano rap, Spanish guitar, punk rock, Falling in Reverse (genre of its own tbh).

I’m very interested in the origins of humanity, early human migration, language evolution, and related topics.

I like to sew and embroider :)

I’m not religious. I have been finding my own spirituality with Mother Earth and I love it. I like learning about others’ beliefs. I don’t care what your religion is, I’ll accept you as long as you’re not in my DNI list :)

As a queer, neurodivergent, mentally ill person, I will reclaim slurs if I choose to. If that offends you, block me. I’m not here to cater to your sensitivities, I’m here to freely express myself. The language is not being used towards you, you’re just being a cop.

Anonymous asks are now OFF because y’all can’t fucking behave 🙄

DNI: under 18, homophobes, transphobes, racists, bigots, bootlickers, ableists, misogynists, porn blogs, general assholes (I LOVE BLOCKING YOU BITCHES!!!!)

If you’re under 18 and want to interact just DNI with any of my posts labeled nsfw/mdni.

Thanks for reading :) Always open to questions! And memes. The more absurd the better.

[mouton-e]

quick n silly violinist!chuuya idea

so i lied and i think i actually do want to post some writing here because twitter honestly is a nightmare in so many ways...

anyway, here's some skk au where chuuya is a violinist and dazai is just fucking around in college or something (idk not important). for anyone that doesn't know, it's not uncommon for violinists/violists to have a small bruise around the left jawline area as a result of playing for a long time. the funny thing is they can look like hickeys, so that's what people sometimes call them (violin/viola hickeys). i was just thinking about it after seeing some online (ray chen's 'play with ray' reel) and this scenario came to me -- this was only supposed to be like 200-300 words max but here we are with 1k LOL. will probably touch up and upload to ao3 a bit later but for now:

the first time dazai noticed the small bruise by chuuya's lower jaw, he thought oh. well. good for him and whoever got to give him that very visible mark. maybe it was just a one-night stand, in which case again, good for chuuya for getting some. did not upset dazai at all. no, he was not experiencing odd twinges in his gut each time he made accidental eye-contact with the hickey.

the next day chuuya was still sporting it, in the exact same spot and just as vivid as the previous day. dazai didn't want to say he was curious, but he couldn't help his mind going into overdrive trying to figure out the individual behind the hickeys. if chuuya noticed a layer of distraction lining dazai's usual childish comebacks, he didn't comment.

a week later chuuya still had that damn hickey, and at this point dazai was more scoffing at this evidently enthusiastic hickey-giver than anything else because yeah, we get it, you love to kiss and suck and bite on the incredibly attractive area below the stupid chibi's jawline and leave a mark for everyone to see, but honestly couldn't you be a little more creative on where you leave them each time? like he has a whole neck free for access, not to mention collarbones too, how could one possibly refrain from— and dazai had the horrible realisation that he was. very jealous. and possibly in love.

the only solution was to avoid chuuya, of course. the alternative would be dazai struggling not to blush and stumble over his words when he made eye contact with the redhead, so dazai would just simply not see him. yes, this was fine. this was great! no chuuya, no annoying feelings or unwanted physiological reactions.

(lie. not seeing chuuya did not stop the images of the hickey from haunting dazai, or causing his face to heat up.)

it came as a relief disappointment when chuuya finally confronted him, around two weeks later. dazai had burrowed himself into a nook in the university library, content to play a mindless game on his laptop while surrounded by piles of unopened books, realising too late the sound of familiar purposeful footsteps. he was seized by the arm and tugged out the library door, whines of "ow, oww chuuya," gone unheard.

chuuya let go of him once they were in a secluded corner, then whirled around with hands on his hips.

"why are you avoiding me?" he asked. his expression was expectant, mouth set to curl into a scowl.

dazai discreetly flicked his eyes towards the underside of chuuya's jaw. it was still fucking there. he turned his chin away in a display of haughtiness. "i have to get back to studying. i don't have time for chatting with slugs."

he made to leave, but chuuya grabbed his arm again.

"no, you dick, you are not slipping your way out of this. i bet you weren't even studying, anyway. why are you avoiding me?" then a slight pause. "did i do something?"

oh. no scowl, then. instead chuuya's lips were pursed, brows knitted in something like... worry?

dazai panicked. "no," he said quickly. "well, you didn't do anything, it's more like the doing of one such thing unto you that, you know, has rendered me-"

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

now chuuya was peering at him suspiciously and dazai just knew he had to look away, away from the piercing blue or else he would be an embarrassing red — yes, good, away from the eyes and past the chin and the jaw and oh fuck, there's the fucking hickey i need to stop looking at it oh god why can't i look away-

"why are you staring at-" chuuya looked down at himself in confusion. "what are you looking at?"

dazai snapped his eyes up, guilty as if he had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. chuuya looked more concerned than ever.

"dazai," he said slowly, eyes narrowed, "are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

defeated, dazai sighed. he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his nose. then, fixing chuuya with what he hoped was a look of nonchalance, dazai asked the million-dollar question: "who gave you that?"

"... gave me what?"

he gestured vaguely towards the chuuya's neck. "the... hickey," he finished sullenly.

chuuya looked bewildered. he blinked for a few seconds. then, like he was gradually reaching the solution to a puzzle, "are you asking about my violin hickey?"

dazai blinked back. "huh?"

he pointed at it directly. "this?"

"... yes?"

"ah." the redhead seemed to be biting back a grin. "i see now."

chuuya inched forward and laid a hand on dazai's shoulder. the latter tried to pretend he wasn't having trouble regulating his breathing. "dazai," chuuya said. "this is a bruise that resulted from practising violin. not from... somebody's mouth."

"oh," dazai said dumbly.

"you'll see that quite a few violinists and violists will have it."

"oh," he said again.

chuuya was definitely smiling now. and dazai's face was definitely red.

"is this why you've been avoiding me?" chuuya asked, voice wavering on a laugh.

dazai scowled. "fine, chibikko. yes, i was avoiding you because i couldn't stand seeing that bruise on full display every day, and— don't laugh, you're being mean!"

chuuya had tipped forward, head shaking against dazai's chest as he failed to contain his giggles. "you were so disturbed by a hickey that you couldn't even talk to me?"

"chuuuyaa, you don't understand! it was excruciating seeing the thing because my brain kept telling me i should be the one to administer it!"

the laughter died down. chuuya looked up, eyes widening with the realisation of dazai's words. his hand was still clutching the taller's shoulder, leaving their faces just a breadth apart. dazai watched in fascination (and maybe a little satisfaction at having the upper hand again) as a healthy blush began to spread across chuuya's cheeks. "o-oh," he echoed.

"yeah," dazai breathed. "so what does chuuya say?" he leaned down slightly, a hand straying by the other's waist. "can i have a taste?"

after a second, wherein chuuya's gaze shifted from brown eyes to lips to eyes again, he dipped his head back down to rest against dazai's chest with a huff. "not here, you idiot. i'm not having you kiss me for the first time in the middle of this damn building."

"gasp, chuuya, my kiss is that special to you?"

"shut up and get your things, shitty mackerel."

dazai beamed.

[dustedmagazine]

Paul Paccione and Apartment House — Distant Musics (Another Timbre)

Is Apartment House too prolific? As Another Timbre’s house band, they’re on about 40 releases. Do we really need another record of theirs, especially one focused on a lesser known composer? It seems like a fair question. And yet Distant Musics is a welcome addition to the catalog. Across five pieces the ensemble plays in a variety of configurations and introduces listeners to Paul Paccione’s music. He’s a composer and educator who taught between 1981-2018 and has been composing for over 40 years. But his discography has been sparse, making Distant Musics a good introduction.

Musically, Paccione is deeply influenced by minimalist composers like Morton Feldman and John Cage’s Number Pieces. His music is dominated by long notes played on stringed instruments and his pieces slowly unfold over five to ten minutes, if not longer. “Exit Music” opens this record with a string trio playing slow droning passages that surround the listener, pulling them along in a slow drift as the textures overlap and shift. It’s similar to the feeling Kali Malone evokes in her organ dirges and the way they envelope you in a warm space of sound.

Meanwhile “Gridwork” adds a wrinkle by introducing clarinet and piano into the mix. It starts with small plinks of piano as the strings create an eerie background texture. Heather Roche’s clarinet has a thin, wiry tone that feels like it’s a piano string pulled tight. Soon, sounds start to mesh and move around between short pauses, giving this one a lattice-like feeling of intersecting lines or a sliding tile puzzle.

“Distant Music” has a similar instrumentation - two clarinets, a violin, a viola, and a cello - and instead of the short phrases, this one is built around overlapping lines: as soon as one instrument takes a pause, two more spring up in its place. At times it’s like watching waves crashing on the shore, one after another.   

Key to this record is “Violin.” Both the longest piece here and the only one written for only one kind of instrument (four violins) this one goes deepest into his influences. Between its tense, thin opening and the way the violins overlap, it builds tension by both stretching the notes as far as they can go and emphasizing the slight dissonance between the four players. The music creaks and groans, droning like a set of bagpipes, and settles into an unsettling, otherworldly ambience.

As noted above, Paccione wears his influences on his sleeve, so one should approach Distant Music with that in mind. There’s no bombast or marches here, just five pieces of slow, sometimes atonal music. Those who’ve been keeping up with Apartment House will find this one compares well to their Number Pieces or Naiads records. So yeah, we did need another Apartment House record.

Roz Milner

[dechagrin]

𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮

toulouse bonfamille is based on toulouse from the aristocats. he is a 26 year old human, painter, and uses he/him pronouns. he has no powers. 

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: maxence danet fauvel sexuality: bisexual height: 6'0" eye color: blue hair color: light brown piercings: n/a tattoos: tons. treats his body as a living, breathing canvas. he designs them all himself, too.

attitude

positive traits: protective, artistic, poetic, sentimental, sensual, honest, thrifty negative traits: controlling, untrusting, impulsive, anxious, a bit antisocial at times, fussy, insecure, paranoid likes: red wine, oil paints, charcoal, when his siblings are doing well, the sound of true genuine laughter, the sound of a violin, cats, autumn, the art gallery, cigarettes, painting his nails black, fresh baked bread, thunderstorms, being a big brother. dislikes: being alone, people messing with his family, the summer, running, cheap alcohol, people telling him he has a drinking problem ( because he doesn't ), the smell of weed, remembering or talking or thinking about his father, when his siblings don't talk to him, the color purple. phobias:  monatophobia — dying alone hobbies:  painting, drinking, going on long walks to be by himself, thrifting old and fascinating collectables, listening to viola music because he loves the violin and wish he could play it, spending way too much money on art supplies aesthetic: the sound of a paint brush as it is swirled against the edges of a mason jar filled with water, the sound of a deep inhale, a glass bottle shattering against a distant wall, the laughter of what was once an unbreakable trio, oversized clothing that hangs like sad drappings on tired shoulders, a wall used solely to balance hundreds of painted canvases against, the small of a citrus cologne, the crust of a perfectly baked baguette and the aroma that accompanies it, tear drops falling upon worn book pages, a collection of polished off liquor and wine bottles being used to hold dying plants.

relations

mother: duchess bonfamille father:  francois bonfamile sibling(s):  marie bonfamille & berlioz bonfamille. pet(s): an orange tabby named pierre

headcanons

— toulouse is a fiercely protective older brother and no-doubt still tries to parent his siblings despite them being much older and having lives of their own to navigate. he know they can handle themselves, but there is a part of him that doesn’t trust them to make the right decisions, sometimes acting a bit like a helicopter brother in order to ensure they’re not getting into trouble. he tries really hard to backoff sometimes, wanting to be civil with them instead of loathed for being protective, but it’s difficult to separate the two parts of himself from one another. — art used to be what he wanted to turn into his career, but now it kind of just felt like a side hustle. something he did when he found the time and if he happened to make a profit off of it… yipee. toulouse didn’t think himself skilled enough to have a career now, believing he had sacrifice too many years of practice to really go anywhere with it now.  — toulouse is a mama’s boy, and that boy loves his mother more than anyone on this planet. she is his daily inspiration on how to handle even the toughest situations with grace, which is why when he doesn’t handle them with grace, he avoids her at all costs.  —toulouse’s obsession with wine and liquid indulgence is on the brink of being concerning, but he argues its just to help him sleep. the man still finds himself restless, especially now with so much free time not having to raise his siblings anymore, but he doesn’t yet see it as a problem. its just something to take the edge of… and it isn’t HIS fault theres a lot of… edge to be taken off. — as an artist, toulouse has a wild fascination with art history. he’s taken some sit-in classes at the university to fill in some of the ample time he has, on top of just being invested and curious about the subject as a whole. there is nothing he loves more than talking about paintings, and when he has the funds, he does buy a lot of local artists works to support them. the same support he himself wish he had sometimes.  — it isn’t that toulouse expects anything to happen for him, quite the opposite actually. toulouse has spent the better half of his life so focused on every and anyone else that he never even stopped to think about what he wanted. once he got a certain age, toulouse had kind of just accepted that any potential he ever did have had been long lost…so accepting that he’d spend the rest of his life on the sidelines wasn’t particularly difficult for him to do. at least he claims. — toulouse wouldn’t consider himself a social person, given as he is pretty guarded and doesn’t like to give out a lot of information unless he really trusts the person, but he does desperately want some friends. his siblings dont always want to be around him, being as he’s the annoying and overly-protective big brother, so he often finds himself to be pretty lonely. even if he kept them at an arms length….he didn’t think it’d hurt to have some friends of his own.

[loosesodamarble]

Various Morgsele Moments

Not really a fanfic but just a series of little snapshots into Morgen and Josele's relationship.

First: the first time Josele saw Morgen sick. Second: how Josele saved Morgen's love of music. Third: embarrassing scar story. Fourth: NSFW-ish. Discussion of and implied sex but no actual act. Still, I will advise that reader who are on the young side or are uncomfy with such topic avoid the last snippet.

..........

One day, Nacht came alone to Josele's house for them to go hang out. When Josele asked why Morgen hadn't come along, Nacht told her that Morgen had fallen ill. Josele immediately and completely forgot about hanging out and raced straight to House Faust out of worry for Morgen.

Josele knocked on the door and ran inside as soon as it opened. She went to Morgen's room where he was hiding under the covers. Morgen was an overdramatic little noble and thought his pitiful sniffles were like the plague. He didn't want Josele to catch whatever he had, no matter how mild. Morgen also told Josele to go away because he was in an ugly and wretched state. Which Josele of course laughed at because he sounded absolutely ridiculous, both with his words and voice with how stuffed up he was.

Even when they were young, Josele was considerably stronger than Morgen so she was able to pull the covers away from Morgen's face. She giggled because Morgen's "ugly" state was a stuffed nose and some unbrushed hair.

Josele spent the day tending to Morgen's every need. She got him fresh water, cooked him porridge, and even sang him a lullaby. Josele assured Morgen over and over that getting sick wasn't the end of the world (and the reason Morgen needed that reassurance was because his parents definitely said that a weak, pathetic person got sick and it got to Morgen).

Nacht sat in the corner of Morgen's room watching Josele dote on Morgen. He laughed because they were so stupid for each other but also he wanted to be doted on by Josele instead.

.....

Training in performing arts like classical music is par for the course in noble upbringings. Grand pianos, violas or cellos carved from magic wood, brass horns polished to a mirror's shine. Those are the instruments that nobles are expected to play. Morgen was assigned to learn the piano while Nacht was given the violin to master, two instruments that complemented one another. Vincent and Adela Faust wanted their sons to learn discipline through their music lessons. At first, both twins did it to please their parents, as all good noble children did.

The music of the lower class is made up of humming songs while working in fields or tapping rhythms on one's kitchen table. Their instruments, considered "low brow" by nobles, include guitars, pan flutes, and drums. Josele learned music in the form of folk songs Thomas brought with him from the Forsaken Realm and the lullabies Gwenith had inherited from their ancestor Cordelia. Even those simple tunes brought Josele peace.

Music was yet another thing Morgen and Josele found themselves bonding over, despite how differently they learned it.

One day, while strolling through the woods, Josele began to hum one of her parents' tunes, catching Morgen's ear. He asked to hear her more clearly, for her to sing out loud. And because it was only the two of them and the wilderness, Josele found the courage to sing. Though her voice shook and sometimes sounded offkey, Morgen thought Josele's singing was lovely. And he wasn't the only one, as the songbirds echoed the tune, much to Morgen's delight.

"So you like music?" Josele asked once the woods had quieted down.

"I'm learned in it," Morgen stated simply. "I can't say for certain that I like music but I can't say I dislike it."

Josele hummed and nodded in understanding. "So… what kind of music do you do?"

"I play piano."

Josele perked up at Morgen's answer. "Those big wooden boxes in music stores with all the buttons?"

Morgen snickered. "Well, the one I play doesn't really look like a box… But yes. How about I show you the next time you visit?"

And show her he did. Josele circled the grand piano and stared in awe before looking at Morgen and saying, "Do you think I could fit inside?"

Morgen advised against climbing inside and offered to play a piece for her. Josele sat on the bench beside Morgen as he played. He performed an instrumental ballad, in fact the latest piece assigned for him to learn. His fingers danced the piano keys. A few times, he misplayed a note, but he eventually finished.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Josele remarked with a grin. "I've never heard something so pretty!"

Morgen smiled, or tried to. "It wasn't perfect though. And I need it to be perfect."

"Would the song sound better if it were perfect? If you got every note right?"

"I…" Morgen shrugged. "Well yes, that would be the point."

"Then try again and make sure all the notes are right!" Josele encouraged him.

And so Morgen played again. This time, not missing a single note, but the song dragged in places while he focused on the notes.

"Well now it's too slow."

"And it sounded worse," Josele muttered. She crossed her arms and kicked her feet for a moment. "What if… you played without caring about getting the song right? Just play as you feel?"

"Play as I feel?" Morgen repeated. "I don't… But what if…?"

Josele gave Morgen the biggest puppy dog eyes she could manage, earning another rendition of the ballad from Morgen.

That time, Morgen missed even more notes. His timing strayed from that which was written on the sheet music. Morgen let himself get carried away in the music for the first time since he started playing. When he finished the song and looked to Josele, she was beaming.

"That… That sounded like real music to me."

Morgen fell in love with playing music from the heart. Though he never fancied himself a musician, he liked it enough to keep at it through the years. Even after becoming a Magic Knight. And when he began dating Josele, he played music for her. Serenading her with melodies he memorized and practiced for her sake. Because of her, he fell in love with music. And so with music, he would proclaim his love for her.

.....

There was an incident early in Josele, Morgen, and Yami's Magic Knight careers where Josele and Yami were hunting down bandits. Morgen arrived later on to provide support and when he found them, Josele was nowhere to be seen.

Morgen, panicked: Where's Josie?! Is she okay?! Yami: Chill dude. Jo's alive. She's just licking her wounds over… (points) Although… (rubs the back of his neck) I'm not sure if she wants you there. Morgen: (already heading off)

Morgen walks for about a minute before he stumbles upon a tree covered in shadows. He senses Josele's mana, meaning it's her Shade of Shyness spell (embarrassment = Shadow Magic). He creates a bit of light and approaches. Josele is at the base of the tree and looks like she's sitting on her hands.

Morgen: Josie? Is everything okay? I was told you were trying to heal yourself but- Josele, turning her face away: No! No it's-! Don't look, Morgen! Morgen: Dear, I'm not going to think you're ugly bec- Josele: It's not that! It's just that-! I'm trying to heal it but I can't focus. Morgen: What if I healed it? Josele: Wha-? Nononono! If you did-! The shadows around them grow darker. Morgen: Josie, what's so embarrassing? I would think you'd be more scared than embarrassed over an injury. Josele: Well… It's because… (mumbling) Yami cut my butt… Morgen: … WHAT?! Josele: Yami did that thing where he surrounds his sword in magic and then makes a ranged slashing attack. And he wasn't aiming right and I wasn't paying attention so the attack went right past me and now I have an open wound on my ass! There! I said it! Morgen: (bursts out laughing because he genuinely does find it funny) Oh Josele. Here, let me take care of it. Josele: I don't want you to have to do something so weird! Morgen: Weird it may be, but I'd be more ashamed if I let that get in the way of me helping you. So, may I? Josele: Please…

Morgen and Josele were red in the face for the rest of the day to say the least.

.....

The suggestive, slightly NSFW scenario...

Imagine if you would, not long before their engagement...

Morgen and Josele together in one of their rooms. Morgen hummed a song and guided Josele into slow dancing. Eventually, they stopped dancing and kissed. That one kiss became two. Then a few more until they were having a full make out session. Josele ran her hand through Morgen's hair. His hands roamed over her body. Morgen pulled back then went in for another kiss a little too fast which made Josele reel and stumble back. Morgen shuffled after her. Josele tugged on Morgen's collar to pull him forward and they moved again. So caught up in one another they didn't notice where they were going until Josele hit the bed and fell onto it, Morgen falling on top of her.

They both looked at each other for a moment. Josele saw Morgen's shocked expression. Morgen saw fear on Josele's face. Josele moved first, scrambling out from under Morgen and dashing from the room.

Morgen went to Nacht. He thought Josele was scared, thinking that he expected her to sleep with him. He feared that he ruined his relationship over something non-existent. He admitted that he did want Josele in that way. But if she wasn't ready then he would wait. It was why he hid his desires so she wouldn't feel any expectation. Nacht had to calm down Morgen and remind him that Josele wasn't a delicate flower. She wasn't afraid to say "no." And Morgen had never been the demanding type which Josele knew. Something else must've been bothering her.

Josele went to Yami. Morgen had such a pure image and she was having impure thoughts about him which made her feel bad. It would've be the right, proper thing to do to wait until they were married but she couldn't stop her wants. She thought Morgen must've been alarmed by her provocativeness. Yami reminded Josele that Morgen wasn't a stuffy noble who flaunted "propriety." But even if he did want to wait, Morgen would never shame Josele's desires. He pointed out how Morgen loved Josele's improperness which reassured her.

Both of them were worried about coming off as too forward with their desires. Just another misunderstanding that they went through.

The next time they saw each other, Morgen and Josele profusely apologized for making the other worry. Morgen assured Josele that her desires were fine and healthy and even reciprocated. Josele told Morgen that she trusted with her wellbeing, that if he were to make accidentally push too far, she'd tell him and set the boundary. They both agreed that they would still wait a bit longer, to really feel comfortable with the urges they had.

They were going to prepare themselves. They would research and study. Every detail for their first time would be meticulously planned.

And then those plans were accidentally thrown out the window because Morgen and Josele just couldn't help themelves.

[welcome-to-the-holonet]

I want to know which characters you think have orchestra or choir energy instead of band energy

First of all bold of you to assume you can’t be both (speaking as a choir and band kid who had two years of orchestra (I didn’t like orchestra tho))

Here’s some of the choir and orchestra line up for the marching band au:

Choir kids: Luke Skywalker (he’s in color guard tho, Rose Tico (could also see her as clarinet tho), Samakro, Thalias, Padme Amidala, Lando Calrissian (like Luke he does color guard)

Orchestra kids: Thrawn (he’s in band but also plays violin), Arhinda Pryce (viola), Thrass (Cello), Del Meeko (Bass), Gideon Hask (Violin)

That’s all I can think of rn

[theshepcollective]

Harper Shepard

Harper belongs to @yanara126. Thank you for submitting!! I’m very happy to have her on the blog :)

Backstory - Spacer.

Background - War Hero.

Class - Infiltrator (she develops weak biotics after being rebuilt by Cerberus).

Alignment - Paragon.

Lover(s) - Had a relationship with Liara during the first game, but later fell in love with Tali.

Best Friend(s) - She could never choose between her children.

Harper is the daughter of Hannah Shepard and Viola Hackett (Admiral Hackett’s daughter), and so lived much of her life on spaceships. Due to her mothers’ different stations she often had to choose between them, not seeing the other for several months or sometimes weeks. These long and frequent separations eventually cause her mothers’ to drift apart. They eventually peacefully divorced when Harper was 17 and had moved in with her grandparents for a year to finish her education on earth. She still has a good relationship to both her mothers and her still living grandfather, though of course chain of command can make it a bit awkward at times.

Her hobby is music in general and the harp and violin in specific. She’d always been drawn to intruments plays quite a few of them at least on a basic level but eventually settled on, much to her mothers’ amusement, the harp and later the violin. She briefly considered a career as a stage musician but quickly decided to follow her family’s footsteps.

Harper is naturally somewhat melancholic, not helped by trauma that just keeps piling up for her. She is calm, collected and a natural leader and diplomat though she is perfectly capable of agression if she thinks it appropriate. This is paticularily relevant when interacting with krogans, since krogan diplomacy does often involve some degree of violence. She has certainly headbutted a few of them. Due to both her personality and what happened on Elysium she finds it difficult to surrender responsibility to someone else, preferring instead to be personally involved in pretty much everything, for better or worse. She is compassionate and friendly but does expect a degree a of discipline from her crew. That said, she is not above jokes, and eventually got a water spritz bottle specifically for the purpose of using it on Garrus when he said or did something she considered stupid (like suggesting killing hostages, we do not do that here, Garrus). She called it a pedagogical tool. Overtime it became and in joke with Garrus and the whole crew, and Garrus would repeated try and fail to steal the bottle from her. She values her crewmates deeply, makes it a point to have a friendly relationship with all of them, often becoming much more than just a superior to them (or employee in some cases).

She developed a relationship with Liara during the first game. She doesn’t tend to look very far into the future, always very acutely aware of her own mortality sometimes to an obsessive degree, but had life proceeded somewhat normally and had Liara eventually asked to settle down she wouldn’t have said no. When she met Liara again after dying and being revived by Cerberus she was initially overjoyed but soon noticed that Liara was simply emotionally unavailable at that point. It hurt her quite a bit, but at that point she had already started to process that it had been two years for everyone else and she couldn’t really blame her. Assuming that Liara had started a relationship with Feron in the meantime, she vowed to help her save her new boyfriend and move on from their prior relationship.

Now, Tali had developed a bit of a hero crush on Harper during the first game, which she very slowly painfully overcame when she grieved her over the two years prior. Nonetheless, the chemistry remained and though Tali once again found herself drawn to Harper, albeit in a more mature and less heroworshipping way. The two grew closer over the course of the Collector mission and eventually got into a relationship, which lasts even past the war with the reapers. (@yanara126 has quite a few headcanons for what they do after the games, but that is a behemoth for another post).

[lyrker]

um. Hello.

I noticed you’ve add some posts about John malevolent playing the violin along with Arthur’s piano. And I would like to propose.

Instead of the violin or cello, John could learn the viola. Not just because I gotta rep for all those kids in middle grade orchestra who gotta play boring patterns while everyone else has to have fun, but also because the viola has been described to be “the voice of man” (lower, more resonant, richer, imperfect) to the violin’s “voice of god” (higher, thin and ethereal, high notes make it easier to hide off-key ones).

I KINDA WISH I KNEW THE VIOLIN WAS ALSO CALLED “Voice of God” BEFORE I WROTE THE FIC bc i utilized these !!! I ended up going with the cello in the end in the fic.

I had the violin be told as “the angels voice” and the viola told as “the humans voice,” and i did a tad bit of hunting (i djd like two google searches) and didn’t find a name for the cello, which is actually the exact reason I chose the cello to be the instrument John chooses in the end.

ough but the way you describe the viola as the voice of man being low, resonant, rich and imperfect is so beautiful.

thank you though anon !! learning those little things abt the string instruments is so nice bc i have 0 knowdlge on music and the fact that they have special little names like “the voice of man” is so so cool <3