#a gorgeous young violinist

[astralnymphh]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑! ★

content: prodigy!abby x nerdy!reader, childhood friends, university-based, fluff (for now), romance + tension (little bit angsty), drabble length but switching up the small caps (experimenting. heh), mainly jotting an idea, not a certified abby expert.

It was an absolute murder to discover that she could not fufill this one off her bucket list.

Fucking video gaming?

Exactamundo! Abby can outstand everybody in nearly anything, being everything from a virtuoso violinist, to a glorified part-time fisherman, and a damn gourmet chef as well. She paraded around the entire campus pursuing a name in every elective and Olympic hobby you could ever think of. Name it, chances are she's done it. Actually, more than done it, all things considered.

But video games? Guess the esteemed Abby Anderson had finally tumbled downhill and suffered defeat; looking you up out of all computer-smart people felt treasonous to her, but seemed high-priority to the eye of the beholder, the eyes in question even rolling. You don't need an in-person class course on fucking Skyrim. Look at the tutorials!

“So, how the hell do I shorten my speedrun times?”

None of it made a lick of sense. Well, the wanting to do speedruns part, you see the appeal in a medieval-inspired game. Speedrunning sucks the fun and the atmosphere out of a truly gorgeous game such as the forenamed. Yet, it's not like you haven't experimented in closed-world speedruns after immersing yourself in collecting all the achievements; Firewatch takes the cake.

But, still, coming to you—a forgotten, childhood friend whom she ghosted—makes no logical sense. Games are easy-peasy. Literal pieces of cake!

You scrunch your nose at the reclined blondie on your bed, confused. “Um, by watching a tutorial?” Almost laying back into a condescending tone, maybe even a little. “Did you even think to do that before knocking in the dead of night?” Her mordant, stick-up-the-ass kind does the same thing to you, so, you can gripe at that game all you desire.

“Hey,” she pouts, sounding out mock-offense. She scoots up from her prone position on the bed to face you—so proper. “Everything has more to it than what you see.” Sure, philosopher. “And there definitely is with video games. I keep losing. Besides, if I can't stomach skydiving or rock-climbing, then this is next on my list.”

“Pft—”

“What? You know I don't do heights.”

Oh, my god. “'You keep losing?'” Is she a prodigy at radical honesty?

Pond-blue eyes toss in a perfect, resentful circle. She scoffs, “Why do you think I came over here?” Complaining right hand flicking with attitude.

“I don't teach beginners.”

Your sarcasm flies not even an inch under her radar; it was always a retreat tactic back in highschool—when this imitative facade first hardened. “Oh, okay.” She bites you back with it too. But it never even occured to her that you might just be serving a tablespoon of teasery. Being old friends, having lonesome yearns, even stubborn prodigies can be painted in a rosy picture.

Still can see those young, faded freckles. Lovely ones.

“This was a mistake, wasn't it?” An unpleasant question. Drops from her lips almost wantonly.

It strains your chest cavity.

Is seeing her a mistake?

Not really. You hope not really. Once, there was a time where she was suddenly rude, dismissive and up every aspiring valedictorian's ass, but all paths lead back, you believe. Somewhere underneath that porcelain facade—and hot, rocking bod—is a clean crack in her over-achiever matrix; softness is bleeding out. You can see the beginning brooks of it like a kingly ichor. Possible smiles that aren't contemptuous.

What next, an apology?

“Can I at least.. say sorry, before going?”

Sorry—going? Fuck, you majorly zoned out. “What?” You loom in closer, throwing the one-brow raise. The proximity barely even occurs to you.

“For being a jerk, for blowing you off, ..” The list implies endlessness as her voice fades out. In a way, you expect her to pick up and continue. But, after the gestures and head-tilts, she pauses. Reinstates eye contact, pauses, and works her lips again. An awkward, prefacing breath skims. “And I guess, 'm also sorry for.. this?”

Before comprehension hits, it is too late. Darkly, a warmth brushes your cheek and a silence catches your lips, blocking your eyes out. It makes you feel blindsided, this short-lived kiss, one you suspend wide eyes for, tilt your neck for, accept without question. A strange deja vu rushes to your nape.

You shiver.

It even ends before you understand it, Abby pulling away with light-glossed eyes you swear are stones of aquamarine in disguise. She cracks; dints a smile in her cheek. Proud, anticipating. Having her this close made your inhales excessive; you needed all the air in the world to function right now. Deep breathing.

She smells like the outdoors.

Naturally.

“Good?” She has to reassure herself.

“Yeah,” you quickly spout, croak even. Wherever in the world your head is, it's not here. “Not really a prodigy at kissing, so..” And while it is somewhere, the remnants of her kiss are phantom. They have not stopped yet.

An amused chuckle greets in gusts across your lips, from your radical honesty, the moment itself, whatever. Crowns you the jokester anyways. “Guess we both have something to learn then.”

Wonder what future that comment entails.

[spyderlondon]

Could you write a showtime fic based off the non-canon kiss image from the time capsule au?

A/N: Anon, I could kiss you for this request! /lh I was just telling Mango that I was gonna sneak that kiss into the 1957.

This is non-canon so I'm gonna do stuff that Mango has told me doesn't happen lol

Ko-fi

Time Capsule AU and art by @the-amazing-digital-time-capsule @mangotangerinepastry

Song in Harmony

Music swirled around the air as a young jester played her violin for a crowd while dancing around the stage before going down off the stage and continued her dance on the circus floor. As she performed, as another girl approached her to take over the dancing as the violinist let herself stand still as the welcomed red silken dancer went to the center of the circus' grounds to perform their dance- having the audience's eyes move from the violinist to the dancer which allowed Pomni to breathe a sigh of relief at the way all the eyes left her.

Well, that was except for two eyes that she could feel watching only her from the shadows. While still letting her bow glide and her fingers dance on the instrument, she looked over her shoulder to see The Ringmaster staring right at her, watching her every move. The shadows blocked his expression but she believed she could almost see his fingers moving as if playing along with her on his piano. She smiled warmly at the movements before she flinched as she saw his fingers suddenly contort in a painful fashion making him forcefully halt what he was doing. She didn't miss the painful, saddened look that caused him to have.

The violinist's head turned back to her violin as she went back to focusing on her performance, hiding a grimace behind her smile. She didn't want the guests to complain to an already hurt and depressed Ringmaster. She took a breath before increasing the tempo as she did a crescendo to a fortissimo as above of her a couple acrobats began to swing on the trapezes on beat with her music and a couple silk dancers joined Gangle in her performance.

Pomni's bow began to have some of its hair snap in half with the intensity and speed that she was playing at. Her eyes closed as she just listened purely to the music, imagining Caine's gorgeous piano playing right along with her which increased her passion even further.

The crowd was entirely silent for once as the song got closer to its finale, the trapeze artists both flipped high in the air to prepare for end of the song. Gangle began to dance closer to Pomni as she joined in on the dance once more, her eyes opening while smiling at the masked girl.

The bow slammed on the strings just hard enough to do a subito fortissimo a few times while one of the trapeze artists' expertly grabbed onto the ankles of the second one right before the latter of the two grabbed the incoming trapeze bar, all before the violinist ended on a decrescendo that ended at a mezzo forte whole note that she made sure to punctuate with a nice vibrato. By then, the trapeze artists both landed on their separate platforms.

There was silence all through the circus as the audience just stared with their expressionless masks and the performers who had ended on their final poses were breathing heavily after a long and successful performance.

It wasn't until about thirty seconds later that the crowd erupted into boisterous cheering and excitement over such a thrilling act that was put on by everyone.

While the rest of the performers were waving and grinning at the audience, the violinist's attention was towards the shadows where she was able to see that The Ringmaster, Caine, actually had his eyes wide open with an actual sparkle of life inside of them as he clapped just as, maybe even harder, than the audience members while staring straight into her eyes with such pride and adoration that her heart couldn't help but swell in her own pride.

Gangle paused as she saw her friend staring off at the shadows and followed her gaze before chuckling to herself. She gently pried away the violin and bow from her, "Go on. We both know what you are so desperate to do." She whispered to her with a knowing smile.

Pomni blushed a bit at that statement but simply muttered a quiet thank you before racing off towards the man standing in the shadows with a large, bright smile on her face. She ran as fast as she could that her jester hat blew right off of her head but she couldn't care less as she leapt straight into The Ringmaster's arms where he caught her in surprise but held her high to his face as her knees touched in a way that wrapped around his torso, both knowing exactly what they craved.

Caine closed his teeth as she placed her hands underneath his jaw before she leaned in and kissed him with her eyes fluttering shut in her passion. They both felt nothing but complete adoration for each other that The Ringmaster even fought off the AI that tried to force him away from her since the guests were still in the audience.

In that one moment, both of them just felt nothing but their warm, loving hearts beating to the song of their love.

[suikamelon6]

Hello. Your Come (Back) to Me fic was one my most memorable fics. Will you make a fic rec list of some of your most memorable fics and why you enjoyed them.

Thank you so much for this. I'm very proud of Come (Back) to Me. I've loved "Somewhere in Time" for as long as I love VC, 30 years now. That epic love story merged with Loustat just wrote itself and to know that people derive joy from it makes me feel so so happy!

Memorable fics rec! The most important thing I find for why I love a fic is when I can feel that it is written with respect and love for the characters.

So I'm listing the fics this way:

1. Loustat Human AU that stay firmly in character. When you read, and you can hear their true voices and believe their actions to be those of Loustat's.

@angstosaur Star-Crossed Lovers my first ever human Loustat fic. Lovely.

@riley-beautrelle Perfect Loustat met up in a holiday spot and true to character, fall head-over-heels for each other big time.

dolphinspirit I Hate You But I Love You More Loustat working on marriage, so much love, growth and healing.

2. Loustat fics that are absolutely hysterical (sometimes OOC) but so well-written with so much love and knowledge of VC (I absolutely adore funny Loustat)

@siahatha Renaissance Lestat in therapy so many memorable clever scenes dealing with anger and eating-disorder

cherborowitz In Spite of All My Faults Loustat x Emma+Clueless

@graygiantess and chxmpxgneproblems What, Like It's Hard? Loustat x Legally Blonde

murfrumbles AMC IWTV Omegaverse I firmly believe that this writer should take over writing for Mayfair Witches tv show bc their knowledge of VC and MW is incredible and omg I couldn't stop laughing and I agree with every word!

3. Loustat vampires AU that are canon-compliant and written to fill in the gaps or go beyond.

@riley-beautrelle For a Young Violinist Nickistat, gorgeous, atmospheric, written with so much love. Comfort despite the inevitable pain

@nalyra-dreaming Monstrous are what Monsters Be Lestat talks to Louis about Magnus, haunting, harrowing, healing

@prouvaireafterdark Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame Lestat being Dr Fareed's guinea pig for sexperiment. Hurt-comfort, very smutty very loving and complete with beautiful artworks

@lesfleursrouges Bitter is the Sorrow Louis is haunted by Lestat, painful and exquisite

@virginiaisforvampires All of You Lestat has nightmares about Akasha and Louis comforts him, short but satisfying.

@thefairylights Whatever Our Souls are Made Out of~ Loustat reunited in modern days, working out their problems, fluffy and loving

literary_genius Making it Work Loustat trying to make their relationship work.

I'm missing so many. But everyone, please do reblog and mention your most memorable fics. Let's give some love for older, memorable fics.

[veidtveidtveidt]

Landstrasse und Grossstadt, upgrades of Nju and Kreuzzug des Weibes

Good news, everybody! The Bundesarchiv has put up a couple of Connie silents in better quality than what we've had before; I've managed to grab them and up them for your perusal. This time, I've got the previously unavailable Landstrasse und Grossstadt (where Connie plays a tender, beautiful young violinist--it's a good one)...

...and far, far clearer copies of Nju (miserable, but of course, he's gorgeous)...

...and Kreuzzug des Weibes (be forewarned, though; it's very heavy subject matter as it's about reproductive rights).

Sadly, others haven't been upped yet, but give it time. As usual, drop me an ask to get the passwords for whichever movies you'd like (please try and spell as maturely as possible, if you want an answer), and go to the masterpost for all your Veidty needs.

[queen--of--shadows]

Starfall

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian and reader are mates who enjoy a quiet night together after Starfall. 

Warnings: mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1,391

Notes: Thank you to @cityofidek for sending in this lovely request! My first ever Cassian fic, I hope you all enjoy and as always let me know what you think! Xx 🖤

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The beat and thrum of the music vibrated through the ground and into the tall glass champagne flute in your hand as you stepped out onto the empty balcony. The chill, salty night air wafting up from the Sidra was a relief from the massive pulsing crowd of guests at the River House. Feyre and Rhys were graciously hosting Starfall this year, and requested a special performance from their favorite violinist. You had been practicing for weeks, needing to perfect your self-composed piece before playing it in front of the hundreds of expectant Fae present tonight. Although confident in your skills, having played the instrument since you were a young girl, performing on Starfall for a high-standards crowd was out of your comfort zone.

Thank Gods for Cassian, you thought, relishing the cool breeze gently grazing the bare skin of your thigh, arms and neck. You two sat together on the roof of the House night after night, Cassian listening to you practice while offering sweet encouragement and boasting with pride as your skilled hands strummed and plucked your beautifully carved violin.

As if he read your mind, his familiar fresh, woody scent wafted from inside, carried out on the night breeze. He didn’t need to announce his arrival—you knew the sound of his footsteps, his cadence, his stride. Cassian approached you from behind, grabbing your hips and running his nose along the length of your neck. “You were incredible tonight, my love. Everyone is so impressed, and I get to tell them all about how talented my mate is,’ he murmured between soft, loving kisses along your neck and down your exposed collarbone.

You had been mated to Cassian for almost a decade now, yet he still gave you butterflies. To the world, he was the Army General of the Night Court. But to you…he was your sweet, kind, gentle mate. You leaned back against his rigid, muscular body, sculpted from years of brutal war and Illyrian training. Despite the strappy four-inch heels, Cassian’s massive frame still towered behind you.

“I’m still sweating, I was so nervous,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and grabbing his warm, calloused hands, bringing them across your stomach and lacing your fingers with his. Strands of his silky hair tickled your cheeks as he kept peppering you with kisses and praise. “I couldn’t even tell. You played your piece perfectly. All your long nights of practice paid off.”

You dropped your head against his chest, savoring the quiet, intimate moment away from the Starfall party. You both silently watched the thousands of glowing stars flying past, lighting up the sky with streaks of blue and green and purple. You turned to face your mate, craning your neck to look up at his gorgeous, rugged face, illuminated by the stars. Cassian was dressed to the nines in a black suit that left little to the imagination, tiny stars embroidered at the cuff of his jacket and the ankles of his pants. His hair was tied back in a bun, and his silver hoop earring sparkled under the moonlight. He looked amazing, even if you knew how uncomfortable he was and how badly he wanted to change back into his leathers. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” he chuckled, likely in response to the waves of admiration he felt slamming down the bond. You donned a silky black dress cut of similar cloth, with a plunging neck and backline, and a long slit up your left thigh, identical silver and gold stars embroidered on the draping train. Your hair was curled and pinned half up to reveal your sharp décolletage and the smoky, dark makeup accentuated your gorgeous sensual eyes. You and Cassian looked like an absolute dream standing together: a Cauldron-blessed match.

You met his blazing hazel eyes with a pouting face. Cassian knew what you wanted without you having to say it. His low, soft chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, and he scooped you up in one easy motion. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, playing with the soft hair that had fallen loose from his bun. With a beat of his magnificent wings, you were shooting up into the glowing night sky. Starfall continued far below you, but you were ready to spend the rest of the night snuggled up next to your mate.

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You leaned back on the edge of the balcony railing at the House of Wind, Cassian setting you down gently and immediately crouching down to unlace and unbuckle your tight heels. You winced in pain as you stepped onto the warm, stone floor, your feet aching and throbbing from the night of dancing and mingling in Mor’s stilettos. “I told you it was a bad idea,” Cass murmured under his breath.

“I just wanted to look good for you,” you cooed with a wicked grin, nudging him with your bare knee. Cass planted a soft kiss against your skin before standing up to his full height, pulling you in at the waist. “You’re just as beautiful to me in your pajamas as you are in this little number,” he breathed against your ear, tugging at the silky fabric of your dress, hanging to your mid-back to reveal your tall, muscled torso. You got up on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, raking your fingers through his hair. Cass scooped you up again, your heels in one hand, and carried you up effortlessly to your bedroom.

The bath was already running with steaming hot water, and Cass sprinkled in your favorite eucalyptus oil while you stripped out of the silky gown. You hissed as you dipped into the bath opposite your mate, who was already savoring the near-boiling temperature. He grabbed your foot as you settled in, slowly massaging the ache and soreness out of your tired limbs. A moan escaped your lips at his gentle yet firm touch and you tossed your head back against the stone edge of the bath. You shut your tired eyes for a few seconds, and finally with a deep sigh lifted your head back up to meet his sultry, hazel gaze, your favorite feature of his, sparkling in the dim faelight lining the walls of the bathroom. You couldn’t help your soft smile—your heart burned with endless love and admiration for him, and you would spend the rest of eternity making sure he knew how much he meant to you. When you first met Cass as a Valkyrie-in-training, he always joked about being dumb bastardly war scum. His words broke your heart—you could never understand how someone as kind, noble, and fierce as him could think about himself that way. So ever since you two became mates, you made it a point always to cherish and praise him, vowing never to let him feel less-than again. You were more than lucky to have him in your life; you felt that way even before mating with him.

“I love you, you know?” Cassian tilted his head in response with a lovestruck expression, and suddenly your core felt warm from the love radiating down the bond. You got up from the tub despite his protests, and wrapped a towel around yourself, taking a seat behind him. Cass leaned his head back and groaned as you scrubbed his scalp with shampoo, taking care to be gentle with his silky, long tresses. You rinsed his hair with the warm bath water, softly raking your long, manicured nails against his scalp and kissing his temple softly.

“I love you too, so much,” he finally muttered back, his voice guttural. You playfully splashed water at his face. “You’re only saying that after the scalp massage.” Cass chuckled as he finally stepped out of the bath, drying himself off as you carefully dried his wings. His deep laugh, reverberating in your bones, was the sound of home.

You grabbed his hand and led him into bed, cuddling up against his broad, muscular chest. Sleep demanded your attention, but you fought it as much as you could, relishing in your mate’s scent. “I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered against him, tracing his dark Illyrian tattoos with a soft finger. Cassian stroked long lines up and down your back, kissing your hair as sleep washed over you, sending you into a deep slumber, cuddled up against your mate.

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[bmodiwrites]

Fingertips Putting On A Show | 1/1, 3,320

Steve Harrington is a violinist with the most beautiful hands. At first, Eddie thinks he can resist him but a certain performance makes it perfectly clear that's just not the case. Read to find out what happens when Eddie spends an entire orchestral performance thursting over Steve's hands.

Or, the one where Eddie's got a hand kink!

Be My Little Baby | 1/1, 3,542

The world, including Steve Harrington, knows that Eddie Munson is dead. For months, Steve mourned the loss of heat in his chest and the spark of life a strange boy brought to a soul floating into space without a will or path or reason. He's barely clinging on when the sight of curly brown hair makes Steve question himself. Is he going insane or does Eddie Munson live in his apartment complex?

Or; Steve and Robin do a little impromptu duet together and are caught accordingly.

The Architect of This Cage | 2/4, 10,358

After the Battle of Star Court, Steve finds himself floundering. He's losing sleep and his mind without a solution in sight. As luck would have it, Steve stumbles upon a sign for art therapy classes. Not knowing they're going to change his life, Steve signs up. Fast forward a few months and Steve is apprenticing at a tattoo shop in Hawkins when his very existence gets turned upside down again. Can a flock of bats really bring two people together? Or are Eddie and Steve just that meant to be? Read to find out what Steve makes of his life when Eddie comes walking back into it.

Or, a tattoo artist Steve au!

Can't Fight the Moonlight | 6/6, 16,749

Steve thought San Francisco had all the answers. Come to find out, the city is just another place that steals his money and beats down on his confidence. After an unfortunate night at work, Steve is helped by Gareth who pushes him towards Coyote Ugly. Steve has no idea what he's walking into until a gorgeous man in tight leather pants dancing on the bar changes his perspective. Can Eddie in combat boots and leather pants save him? Or is Steve bound to flounder the rest of his life? Read to find out what happens when a little country line dancing opens Steve up to a whole new world.

Or, a Coyote Ugly AU!

Steve's Little Green Shorts | 5/6, 6,825

One of the best parts of the year, despite never once running it, is the mile. When that special occasion comes around, Eddie gets up to 8 straight minutes of staring at Steve Harrington's glorious ass in the little green shorts Hawkins provides their students for gym class. Year after year, Eddie shapes his wants around the bounce and jiggle of that juicy butt. Then, the unexpected happens - Steve slows down and runs right in front of Eddie. It's a feast for the eyes that turns into a full body adventure.

Or, Steve seduces Eddie with his little green shorts.

He Could Be An Angel (& its sequel!) | 1/1, 1,955

Wayne uses blackmail to get Eddie to go to church. It's the preacher's son that keeps him there.

Or, a prompt fill with a Valentine's Day twist.

Oh Good God, I'm Tongue Tied | 1/1, 2,566

Before all four of them split up to go to different colleges, Steve, Robin, Eddie, & Nancy make a plan. When they graduate, they're going to go on the ultimate friend trip to celebrate. Despite up's and down's and everything in between, the plan finally comes to fruition. Steve is riding high from a big career move and has high hopes for his time spent with Eddie. After years of secretly loving him, Steve is finally ready to make his feelings known. Read to find out what happens when a little music and freedom go a long way!

Or, a desperate attempt to write a friends to lovers and there's only one bed tropes all in one!

We Were Left Unfinished | 1/1, 28,157

Their fated romance started when Eddie and Steve were in their teens. They learned to love each other hard and fast, with the sort of reckless abandon only the young can prescribe to. It seems like it's absolutely perfect, but Eddie's past becomes a burden that breaks them apart.

19 years later, Wayne Munson dies, bringing Eddie and Steve back together. Is it fate that's drawing them towards the love that never left? After his accident, Eddie's more than willing to chalk his good fortune up to just about anything. Read to find out what happens when a chance occurrence gives Eddie the second chance he's always been looking for. Will their love win out or is the past too much for them to overcome?

Or - an attempt at a story about love that's lost and then found again.

I'll Keep Playing That Goddamn Song | 1/1, 14,448

The direction of Steve Harrington's life is severely changed the summer before his junior year when he meets the uniquely odd Robin Buckley working at FYE. Their friendship leads Steve to discover a hidden talent - he's insanely great at the acoustic guitar. As the summer flies by, Robin works hard to push Steve towards the sort of life where he can be himself, excel at the guitar, and like who he wants to like. He's already convinced but the timely arrival of Eddie Munson at their place of work cements his decision. While Steve settles into himself, both as a student and a newly flourishing band nerd, thoughts of Eddie Munson plague him. He thinks the pining is where it all stops but Eddie's got different plans. After watching Steve crush a solo at the holiday concert, Eddie's convinced there's only one appropriate next step - guitar lessons with Steve Harrington. The two quickly find out that there's so much more to life than cassettes and high school drama. Friendship and love twist together to create something neither boy knows how to navigate. Find out what happens when guitar strings and miscommunication lead them down a gloriously winding road.

My Younger Heart Was Feeling New | 7/7, 17,361

It's spring break of 1984 and Steve Harrington is bored. After Nancy broke up with him, things for Steve slid into a bottomless pit of despair. He's lost and looking for something to occupy his mind when a headline catches his eye. Eddie Munson, a boy Steve only knows from junior English, is missing. Like, up and vanished into thin air, missing. Jonesing for a purpose, Steve heads out to investigate - there's something in his stomach that says it's more than the news is making it seem. Read to find out what happens when a letter changes everything.

Or, a silly try at mucking up time!

Sleepy Drabble

***these are all my own fics! one day, i'll put a rec list together but for now this is just my way of putting all of my work in one place.

[pinkykats-place]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "pinkykats-place "?

Hi, tough to narrow it down but here are 10 of my fav fics I’ve ever read

Note: no bakudeku fics because I already answered an ask post on my fav fics for that pairing and no reader inserts in this post (maybe I’ll make a separate top 10 reader insert list)

How Does It Feel?

Summary: Kuroko was found beaten and unconscious, hanging by his wrists from a basketball hoop in Kaijou's gym with a message cut into his chest and stomach: HEY GENERATION OF MIRACLES. HOW DOES IT FEEL? The GoM are determined to find who hurt him and make them pay, but along the way must face the mistakes they made in middle school, and realize the pain their actions caused others.

Eraserhead and His Feral Dumpster Child

Summary: Izuku is quirkless, feral, and full of dragon traits inherited from his father.

Aizawa took one look at him after finding him in a dumpster and was ready to sign the adoption papers.

No one who knows Aizawa personally know how to feel about this.

Puppy, Sprite, and Angel

(Deku-Centric)

Summary: Tomura liked the boy because he was so submissive.

Dabi possessed the boy because the boy needed him.

Overhaul liked the boy because he was quirkless.

In which a Quirkless boy abandoned by society finds a home and loves of his life.

Pet-a-cat, pet-a-cat, mafia man

(Atsushi x Chuuya)

Summary: Nakajima Atsushi has this nifty little trick where he turns into a cat to offer comfort to people. Somehow, it leads to dating Nakahara Chuuya — after an accidental Italian vacation, that is.

Jailbait

(Bella Swan x Seth Clearwater)

Summary: Four years is not a big difference, unless it makes the relationship illegal. What happens when the youngest pack member imprints on Bella Swan?

Justified

(Bella Swan x Paul Lahote)

Summary: Millions of people are homeless and stare longingly from the outside, in. When a werewolf finds his imprint in the last place to be expected, how many social abnormalites does he have to justify to make it work?

Bet on Me

(Bella x Jacob vs Bella x Edward)

Summary: Who in their right mind bets on their own virginity? Innocent Bella gets herself caught up in the charms of the very gorgeous, very bad Jacob Black. Will she be able avoid him like her boyfriend asks or will she fall for his seduction?

The Movement of the Earth

(Bella Swan x Jacob Black)

Summary: Jacob imprints on Bella. It changes things. A re-write of New Moon, beginning on page 242 in Chapter 10: "The Meadow."

Nothing But a Man

(Erik x Christine)

Summary: What if Erik did not murder Buquet? What if he did not lose Christine's trust so early in their relationship? How would the events have played out? This story takes place just before the demise of Buquet and is a what if based on the 2004 film

A Gypsy Caravan

(Erik x Christine)

Summary: Erik was never able to escape from his gypsy captors. Ten years later, a violinist and his young daughter join the clan for the season.

Bonus Fic because I just couldn’t not include it - Fawning Over Swan

Also Pinkykat was a nickname growing up and I thought adding place was a fun touch to a username

[rainbowspinch]

Out of everyone in the Music department, whos the theatre kid?

Long answer: the music department has a large variety of personalities. Susie is a naive, sweet, but prone to insecurity young woman, with a love for baking and for Alice Angel. Allison is an air headed, socially awkward but stunningly gorgeous lady, coming with wealth but not with selfishness. Rosalia, the violinist, is clumsy minded with a habit of staring, in a way so alluring it could be compared to the song of a siren. Jack is a shy, but talented lyricist with a knack for song writing and convincing Sammy to give new people a chance. Norman is an old-soul type who still makes room for jokes and humour, giving everyone a scare once and awhile.

But there’s one particular, VILE man who stands outcast from the rest. A man of power, temper, and most of all, drama.

I didn’t say a name, but you thought of him, didn’t you?

A walking clown. His nose is so red yet his skin so white that he looks sickly. His rainbow wig stands out of the crowd as he cycles around on his stupid pink unicycle. His clown shoes are huge.

A moving temper tantrum. A cascade of crisis. A teetering, tottering, up and downing whirlpool of melodrama, commotion, tragedy, and scene.

Take a guess. Who could I possibly be speaking of?

Short answer: Sammy Lawrence.

[breakingcatbad]

How Your Lie in April helped me understand my mom a little more

Hello, your lord and savior breaking bad cat has returned. Today, I just wanted to write a short little blurb about how a cute little anime helped me relate to my mom a little bit more. For a bit of context, my mother is an occupational therapist, but before that, she was actually a music major. She had been learning the violin since she was young because of her borderline abusive mother. She eventually ended up getting full-ride scholarships all over the United States before eventually deciding that path was not for her. While I knew this about her, I never really understood or was fully able to empathize with what she had been through until I watched Your Lie in April. Your Lie in April is a story that follows a young pianist named Kо̄sei Arima, who loses the ability to perform the piano after his mother's death, and his experiences after he meets violinist Kaori Miyazono. While the show can be very slow at times, I absolutely adore it for how it was able to emotionally impact me. The show does a gorgeous job showing Kosei's progression over time, which is something I can relate to heavily. Anyways, what stuck out to me the most was Kosei's relationship with his mother. His mother in the show is incredibly mean and abusive to Kosei, forcing him to play and verbally and physically abusing him if he messes up. While my grandmother was not that bad, this constant push to be the best and the abusive language she hurled at my mother couldn't have been any less devastating to her, and being able to sort of visualize that image in my mind has really helped me empathize with my mother. I was able to at least somewhat understand some of the things my mother had to go through because of the show. What the show also does well is actually show why Kosei's mother is the way she is, as in one scene she breaks down crying because she just wants what's best for Kosei. This is something my mom has told me about also, because I know she still loved my grandmother when she was alive, despite everything she had put her through. Soooo essentially, just having a show like Your Lie in April to illustrate this idea has truly left a profound impact on me as a person, and while I would love to yap about this show more, unfortunately, duty calls, and I must be on my way, but yeah, that's basically how Your Lie in April helped me better empathize with my mother :)

[my-anime-list]

Your lie in April

Kousei Arima was a highly esteemed pianist who gained recognition from young musicians for his triumphs in competitions. However, the loss of his mother, who also acted as his mentor, triggered a breakdown during a performance. This caused Kousei to lose his ability to hear his own piano playing. Disillusioned, he avoided playing the piano for two long years and viewed the world with a bleak, lackluster outlook. Kousei's friends Tsubaki and Watari were his only sources of comfort during this time. One day, Kousei met Miyazono Kaori, a vivacious and gorgeous violinist. Her playing style mirrored her effervescent personality, and she inspired Kousei to depart from his rigidly traditional musical approach to pursue a more unconventional and spontaneous style.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Violin Day 

Tune up your fiddle and get bowing, sign up to instrument lessons or attend a concert to hear the gorgeous sounds of a string orchestra.

The violin is easily the most well-known bowed string instrument across the world, and it is really not all that surprising to see that the violin does in fact have a day dedicated to its existence! After all, everything from Western and Indian classical music to bluegrass and jazz would be unimaginable today without the violin.

It is quite possibly the most versatile instrument in the world in terms of repertoire–and that must be why there is a special day all its own to celebrate the violin.

History of National Violin Day

The violin itself seems to have evolved from medieval instruments that were like fiddles. It came into its own distinct form by the 15th century, becoming the most popular virtuoso instrument in Europe by the 1660s. Most violins made today are copies after either Stradivarius or Amati, the latter being active as a violin maker in the 16th century.

Today, the violin not only remains an indispensable feature of western classical music, but has found its way into various forms of classical and folk music around the world as well as various other genres. There are a lot of violinists and fiddle players throughout the world today, so it is easy to see why National Violin Day has caught on!

In fact, the violin is present in the most prestigious musical groups in the world, including the Venetian Philharmonic Orchestra. Imagine an instrument with such humble beginnings becoming such an important mainstay of modern classical music.

Now it’s time to celebrate the day revolving around this humble instrument!

How to Celebrate National Violin Day

For those who want to get involved with National Violin Day but are not quite sure where to start, these ideas might help to set the stage for the day:

Play the Violin

Well, for those who happen to play the instrument, then it is a no-brainer to go ahead and play the violin in honor of National Violin Day. Get that violin out of its case, tune it, place some rosin on the bow, and get ready to make some beautiful music in honor of the day! And those who are a little bit out of practice might want to invest in some ear plugs for family members.

Go to a Violin Concert

For those who simply want to appreciate the sound of the violin without actually playing it, then it might be a great idea to go to a concert where the instrument would be played on National Violin Day.

Not sure where to go? Try out one of these important groups that is sure to feature a superb violinist or two:

Boston Symphony Orchestra Playing at Symphony Hall in Boston, Massachusetts, this orchestra also features a Young People’s Concert Series to allow the public to hear up-and-coming new talent.

Itzhak Perlman Undoubtedly one of the most talented violinists alive today, Perlman has achieved almost super star status with his instrument.

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Mixing classical music talent with rock band style, this group plays all round the world and, yes, they feature many songs with a violin. It’s not necessarily “classical”, but a modern ear for music just might love it.

Give a Gift to a Favorite Violinist

For those who happen to know someone interested in learning the violin but who doesn’t have an instrument – today would be the perfect occasion to gift that person a violin. Or gift something to a violinist in your circle, even if it’s just some sheet music, some rosin or just a little card to show appreciation for them and their attempt at mastery of the instrument.

The modern violin family includes not only the violin, but also the viola, the violoncello, and the double bass as well. So for those who know any cellists or violists, today would also be a great day to listen to them play or to get them a gift as well!

Watch a Film About the Violin

Interested in learning more but not ready for a live performance yet? That’s okay! National Violin Day is a great way to feed a mild interest by watching a film about the instrument. Whether fiction or documentary, these movies would be a great way to get started:

Music of the Heart (1999), starring Meryl Streep This biographical drama features the true store of Roberta Guaspari, who was a violin teacher in Harlem in the late 1980s.

Orchestra of Exiles (2012), written by Josh Aronson This documentary tells the true story of a Polish violinist who founded the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra.

Small Wonders (1995), directed by Allan Miller This is the Academy Award nominated documentary upon which Music of the Heart was based. It tells the story of the kids in East Harlem and their violinist teacher who went against the odds to play at Carnegie Hall.

A Late Quartet (2012), starring Christopher Walken This movie tells the story of a group of four struggling musicians who face serious challenges when their cellist is diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease.

Start Taking Violin Lessons

For those who have ever had the inclination to learn the violin, or perhaps have one laying around unused, this day is just the perfect time to start taking violin lessons. Start with the basics like brushing up on how to read music and then get to practicing. Don’t forget other important equipment such as a practice mute, extra set of strings, metronome and a comfortable shoulder rest.

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[theretirementstory]

Greetings from Bar-sur-Aube where we currently have 4c and sun. Typically, I am going to be cooking soups and some apple puddings.

Can you believe that I have never noticed this house, until yesterday, a change of parking places meant I was able to admire it. Isn’t it wonderful that, after five years, this town can still surprise me.

There is a strike in France (oh yes!) not sure if it is tanker drivers but cities/towns and villages have run out of petrol and diesel.

My goodness it has been another busy week, I went to a concert in the church in a nearby village, Anie invited me and I drove her and her friend Monique. When I got there I saw Jeannette and Eric, she would have liked me to sit with them but realised I was with friends. Typical church the wooden pews were not made for large posteriors and I was glad when I could stand up! Later in the week it was a concert by the young people from the conservatoire. A little girl aged seven was very good on the piano as was an older girl. The violinists, which included some very young girls, were also very competent, not like me who never progressed due to the Elastoplast being removed from the neck of the violin, this was to teach me placing my fingers for the notes, once the gooey bit wore off I was terrible. I think the only thing I remember playing was Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, I wasn’t much better on the piano either 😂. There. We’re clarinetists, trumpet, trombone, and flute, it was wonderful to see the enthusiasm and talent.

After the rain that fell last week, I was beginning to think that not only autumn but winter had arrived, however we have had some wonderfully sunny days even if there has been a mist every morning. I managed to get into the garden and cleared out the cherry tomato plant, tidied up the strawberries, the planter I made earlier in the year and cleared out some of the bolting lettuce and keeping my fingers crossed that the beetroot will start to grow a bit bigger.

I was invited to the home of new American friends who live in town. I took a little cream rose and a box of macaroons to have with our tea. Three hours just flew by, we talked, laughed and talked some more.

Someone, I have no idea who, called at my home one afternoon as I was dozing in the chair. They left me a book (English) so I now have something else to read.

After the closure of the cinema, I wondered if I would ever see Sara, one of the co-operatives, again. She used to take one of the French classes that Jony and I attended and she had always been very friendly to me. Well yesterday I saw her talking to Françoise (the regular cinema attendee who munched on chocolate bars) I spoke to them both then asked Sara if I could speak to her in English, apologising to Françoise for the change of language. I had expressed how sad I was at the closure and as I was preparing to leave, I hugged Sara and wished her well with whatever she did next.

The CT scan is now out of the way there is only the ECG next week and then we can see what if anything has shown up.

“The Paralegal” has missed the poetry , so here it is back by popular demand, I hope you like this:

Excerpt from “Leaves” by Elsie N Brady

“How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colours gleaming in the sun.

My gorgeous grandson has started with the cold that “The Daddy” just managed to get over, “The Mummy” is starting with it too. I am not the only one with hospital appointments, my gorgeous granddaughter is going to hospital this coming Friday.

There was another market in town yesterday, by the time I got there, after lunch, there were not many stalls left. I did, however, stumble upon the stall that has sewing and knitted items. I can’t resist lavender bags so I bought some more, plus there were felt Xmas tree decorations and I purchased a couple of those too. I wandered down to the bar, met Yves on the way and we had a little chat, he was saying about the arthritis in his fingers, he always has a smile though and walks a lot to help his circulation. The bar are now offering cocktails, I asked Christophe if he had honed the moves for mixing cocktails and we had a little laugh as he showed his moves. Then it was home to cut the grass, turn the compost and then have a nice relax.

Hopefully I will be back with my knitting workshop ladies next week.

When I was in the UK I bought some small lavender bags, some I saw were £4.99 each (they were tiny), these two cost me 3€, the lady just handed me this bag, which has a fish shaped bag, (fish are the great Tunisian good luck symbol) and you must admit the other does have a little “tartan” effect so represents north of my birthplace.

Bon week-end.

[songsandremembrances]

Episode 2

I loved the song Zolushka (Cinderella) when I was young, and still do. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ToJwWgbHGc The first verse goes something like this:

Believe it or not, last night I dreamed that a prince came for me, riding a silver stallion. And we were greeted by dancers, a drummer, and a trumpeter, forty-eight conductors, and one grey-haired violinist.

While this vision of the king's ball doesn't exactly mesh with the Disney version, it enchanted to me as a young girl. My memories of it are all tied up with the period leading up to New Year's Eve. The Soviet Union, having outlawed all religion and religious practices, gleefully transferred all Christmas traditions to New Year's Eve. The tree, the presents, and Father Frost (Santa) were part of my childhood every December.

As Soviet citizens, our being Jewish notwithstanding, my parents bought a live tree, which we decorated with beautiful, fragile, glass ornaments

and topped with an equally lovely and fragile glass topper.

I loved, loved, loved Leningrad in December. It was magic, the way the city transformed from autumn's grey, cold, rainy dreariness to winter's frosted, glittering, jewel box! Leningrad was alive to me in December. Lights everywhere! Store windows displaying things in pretty packaging (never mind that the stores were mostly empty inside)! Oranges wrapped in shiny foil and candy in gorgeous boxes!

Leningrad's elegant bridges and buildings sparkled under the star-filled sky! Magic, I tell you.

I had no difficulty, as a child, believing in Grandfather Frost, Russia's version of Santa. He always appeared sometime during night of December 31, with his bag of gifts. No chimney climbing for Grandfather Frost, either. Leningrad's residents didn't have chimneys anyway, living as we all did, in apartments. Grandfather Frost simply appeared, though you could never see him, delivered a present for each person in the house, and disappeared. If you slept through it, you'd find your gift the morning of January 1, but if you were very lucky and allowed to stay up late, you might just hear him, and you might just get your gift earlier!

This actually happened to me one year. My parents were hosting a small gathering for friends, when suddenly there was a loud "thump" and the lights went out. When the lights came back on a few minutes later, there were presents under the tree! Of course, everyone knew exactly what had happened. Grandfather Frost had been there! I was beside myself at the idea that I had actually been awake to "witness" his visit. I have absolutely no recollection of the actual gift bestowed on my by Grandfather Frost that New Year's Eve. That wasn't the point at all.

Grandfather Frost must have really liked me. Not only did he show up the night of that party, but he actually walked right up to our apartment building one year with his daughter, the Snow Maiden. I was playing outside with a friend and saw him knocking on the door. I didn't know why he was there, and I didn't think to ask. Many years later, I found a photo of that incident. Grandfather Frost looked suspiciously like my dad in a fur-trimmed suit and a white beard, but that doesn't spoil the magic of that memory for me.

[cocktailsfairytales]

Emma Scott has revealed the gorgeous cover for RUSH: Deluxe Edition!

Releasing: November 1, 2023

Cover Design: Melissa Panio-Petersen

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. —John Milton

Charlotte Conroy, Juilliard-trained violinist, was on the cusp of greatness when tragedy swooped down on dark wings, crushing her hopes and breaking her heart. The music that used to sing in her soul has grown quiet, and she feels on the verge of setting down her violin for good. To pay the bills, she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a bitter, angry young man who's been disabled by a horrific accident... Noah Lake was an extreme sport athlete, journalist and photographer. He roamed the world in search of his next adrenaline high, until a cliff-dive left him in a coma. He awakes to find his career gone, his dreams shattered to pieces, his world an endless blackness that will never lift. Charlotte begins to see that beneath Noah's angry, brittle exterior is a young man in pain. She is determined to show him that his life isn't over, that he has so much to live for, never dreaming that she would become the only light in his darkness, or that he would help her find the music in hers. The life he knew is over. The life she wants is just out of reach. Together, they must face their fears and rediscover what it means to really live.

RUSH is a STANDALONE new adult romance intended for readers eighteen and up. This Deluxe Edition includes brand new content AND the pivotal events that were off the page, but included in the novella, Endless Possibility. With this edition, those events are restored to RUSH so that readers finally have Noah and Charlotte's full story as it was meant to be.

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[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Emma Scott has revealed the gorgeous cover for RUSH: Deluxe Edition!

Releasing: November 1, 2023

Cover Design: Melissa Panio-Petersen

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. —John Milton Charlotte Conroy, Juilliard-trained violinist, was on the cusp of greatness when tragedy swooped down on dark wings, crushing her hopes and breaking her heart. The music that used to sing in her soul has grown quiet, and she feels on the verge of setting down her violin for good. To pay the bills, she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a bitter, angry young man who's been disabled by a horrific accident... Noah Lake was an extreme sport athlete, journalist and photographer. He roamed the world in search of his next adrenaline high, until a cliff-dive left him in a coma. He awakes to find his career gone, his dreams shattered to pieces, his world an endless blackness that will never lift. Charlotte begins to see that beneath Noah's angry, brittle exterior is a young man in pain. She is determined to show him that his life isn't over, that he has so much to live for, never dreaming that she would become the only light in his darkness, or that he would help her find the music in hers. The life he knew is over. The life she wants is just out of reach. Together, they must face their fears and rediscover what it means to really live.  RUSH is a STANDALONE new adult romance intended for readers eighteen and up. This Deluxe Edition includes brand new content AND the pivotal events that were off the page, but included in the novella, Endless Possibility. With this edition, those events are restored to RUSH so that readers finally have Noah and Charlotte's full story as it was meant to be. 

Pre-order your copy today!

      Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3Q2gAyb Universal: https://books2read.com/RushDeluxe  

Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3QhjIYp Influencers! Sign up to promote this release here:  https://bit.ly/3rOG7De

[ara--jamelia--hala--aurelia]

Orkester, 30 let. So many people, I searched for my parents in the crowd like a young kid. I had never really done that, but I actively did now. I realised I don’t want to do this without them and I really want them to be there❤️

Champagne, Carmen, Rondo a la Turca, Lippen Schweigen, Za Slovenijo zivim hehe … Fanfare❤️‍🔥 Kjut oboist, kjut zbor. Urban. Medard!!! He was so cute. Idolizes me a bit. Was so nice to see him. Ozirala sem se naokoli, si vtisnala vse not. Gospod Garkov je zgledal fantasticno v svojem fraku. S puncami smo sle prej na kavico hehe, I read their horoscopes. Eva je a Leo Moon. Of course she is, I always loved those. They are more than natural and I gravitate towards them so much. And she is a natural born violinist. She flows, she is beautiful, she is like Mary. She has long blonde hair, beautiful healthy complexion though she isn’t pretty. But she is so charming and beautiful in her demeanor and honesty and emotional upfrontness that it makes her beautiful. She has 3 children and is married to an Argentinian. She says she’d never been happier. I am si glad for her. I think in another life it is so stunning to be that woman. She says both Franco and her are devoted to miss Mary and all three of their daughters’ names start with Mary. Life seems so simple and peaceful and full that way; I’d love to live it once.

Potem smo meli pogostitev - Rozika, Tadeja Cigale looking better than ever, Marinsek je bil iskren and I really appreciated that. He said he’d love to get me on board with some singing. Goodness how I’d love that!! Profesor za celo Aleksander je iz Makedonije in Taurus. He was charming but liked me a bit too much. Jedli smo kruh ki je bil skor sladek. It was so good. Nusa has been an angel<3. Z Manjo in Kristino Stiglic sem sla na recisko gasilsko veselico lol. The girls were really sweet, Manja me je ucila plesat haha. Vedla sem, da sem na pravem mestu, ko je prva pesem bla Oci boje lavande, ko smo prisli z avta. Hugged the stars. There were cute boys but I was too shy to make any moves. Bila je pa dobra uvertura. This blonde young kid was so impressive and charming, I bet his girlfriend is having the time of her life hanging out with him. His presence is commanding but in a gorgeous way. Oskar Boså way.

Mislila sem na Anzija. Velik danes. Kristina je tut rekla, da je bla zaljubljena v njega, ker je mel dolge lase in zgledal kot en tak rocker. I see now I was perhaps the only one at that age who really saw through him, saw him for what he was; a poet. I was truly in love with him and I know this. Am really thankful for that

Manja me je peljala domov. I am really thankful. The concert was stunning and the people were lovely. I was and am safe. Thank you, Amen