#omnificent tones

[mochitraveller]

Doodles of Musiques (Names and explanations under the cut)

//Explanation of Musiques//

A living entity of any kind formed out of music they were based on with their own motives, thoughts, and feelings to one another. Some have their own unique abilities (Melodia), while others don't, and instead rely on their talents (Talento). They can be aligned at the positive side, negative side, or somewhere in between these lines.

Each Musique has a different name in order to hide their true identity, meaning that you can only see their names more often than their real names. These real names a Musique had were referred to as “Titles” and their nicknames a “Name”.

Some Musiques can also change forms as a form of disguise or to blend in with the society, especially those with no physical forms. These are called “Avatars.”

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//Names of Musiques//

// Row I //

The Tempestuous [Tempestissimo]

The Lost King (with panicked expression) [Royal Road, Paradise]

Nervenhölle's Human Avatar: Hevell (with Emergent form) [Nhelv]

Shokola [Chocolate Missile]

// Row II //

Prismo [COLORS]

Siren Operator [Sairen *Siren*]

Anchibi / Antivis [Anti-Vistoron]

Regina [Regnaissance]

// Row III //

Cendre [Cinders]

Antimon Tibnite [Antimonesia]

Schnee the Snow Slug [Snow Blind]

Higashibana Ameno [East of Timeline]

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Just me crossing my fingers that people can start to understand that POV includes a person's misconceptions and might not be a fully trust worthy narrator.

Yes I know that perceived tone seems out of character, but the POV is someone with anxiety that is clouding their judgments

This is why written form is hard for me. I write in POV because I'm worse at fully omnificent written form. If this whole thing was in comic form there wouldn't be this misunderstanding. orz

[nozomijoestar]

Cannot get this out my head so just remember what I said about these two becoming more like each other and turn that into an entire piece, if you think abt it they're the same character interpreted two ways as is (tws for one sentence of body horror)

The philosophy of the Trikaya came to mind so I tried to embody it in sections and at times blurring together; my paragraph length is deliberately formatted to show the differences in character, have fun trying to decipher what the paragraph lengths mean for each character mindset

I couldn't decide 100% on what Susumu Hirasawa song fits them best so for now (lyric index) I'm considering Moonlight/Shadow of the Moon, The Master's Mountain, A Strange Night of Omnificence, and Venus

Individually Reina's Hirasawa character song is Day Scanner, Kumiko's is Snow Blind

For non Hirasawa music there’s You by Kazami off the Samurai Champloo ost / Eternal by SCANDAL (lyrics)

Also Yūko is listening to Tupac's Life Goes On & Me Against The World

There was something different. Not a bad thing surely, but different all the same. Was it Kumiko standing straighter than usual? No perhaps it was the way her jaw set while weighing decisions. Maybe it had to do with ease of her touch, or the resolve that could flash like lightening through slow motion at random in her gaze. 

Whatever it was and why didn’t change its singularity against all else. It was a difference. The concept sent a chill rippling through her; she imagined a figure being peeled back then rearranged before being resewn. A terrible nausea took her then and her playing faltered. Her fingers may as well have become lead on the trumpet valves. She stopped and lowered her trumpet ever so carefully. Change. Would Kumiko one day forget her sound?

Why had Reina stared at her like that after practice? Was there something in her teeth today? No she couldn't be silly. Reina would never see through her over anything trivial. If you asked Kumiko, that intensity easily took its place as the scariest feeling anyone worth more than five minutes of effort had shown her. But she wasn't saying Reina, or anybody, came off as some pet project! It was just...she couldn't give everybody equal time. There were only so many pieces of herself to split for everyone. There were only so many Kumikos before she burst at the seams. At least, these days there were. She preferred that; she knew what the alternative made her.

If you asked her to rank them though, Reina had a slice so huge it was unfair. Kumiko was sure she knew it too. So why had her eyes grasped her heart? She felt a repeat of the feeling now as it struck her even in memory. She was naked before that stare- like her whole being had unfurled the moment Reina's presence approached. Like she saw herself outside her own body. Like Kumiko could die fulfilled.

Her fingers slid over the cool brass of her euphonium. The way the sensation prickled her skin made the air sharper, let it flow through her touching everything before she exhaled. It didn't come frantic but steady and coaxed.

She brought the mouthpiece to her lips and played. Her eyes closed amid the cicada calls in this familiar nook under the shadow of Kitauji's building. Her feet planted easy on this ground that'd received her sweat and blood without complaint season after season. She played.

She played a note for everything, for every breath gave rise to a memory. High notes lifted joyful moments like bubbles meeting the sky. Low notes spiraled their way up beside them in hesitation, but rising nevertheless. Soon the divide blurred and she no longer knew where the two separated.

Together they soared from her; the music a tapestry woven in on itself over and over. The feeing was older than her, older than anyone she knew living. Notes wandered, whole passages surged endless. The piece that wasn't a piece vibrated her blood. The sound rattled her bones. She played.

Her fingers burned exhaustion asking so much of the euphonium. She didn't dare stop. A little more and it'd take a true shape and-

From everywhere a calm that stood side by side with anticipation washed over her. There came the sound of footsteps. Reina turned the corner eyes widened by a hair and lips barely open. Her cheeks had gone flush coloring her like a human sized red crayon. Seeing her in shock drove Kumiko's mind frantic and buzzing until all she blurted out after scooting backward was-

"Do you have a fever?"

"........I could ask you the same thing. Here."

The water was cold and the bottle sweating condensation. Drinking it melted her adrenaline into lava. Her body aches as if scrubbed raw beneath the heat under her skin. The world spun just for an instant before Reina pressed a second water bottle against her neck.

Kumiko yelped, jumping out her chair and scrambling to keep her euphonium from crashing to the floor. Her shoe trips but in an instant Reina is behind her holding her upright. Water from the bottle Kumiko clutched splashed across their skirts and sleeves. When she registered the cold dripping down her knees the picture of what she'd done snapped into place. Before she could control it her voice stuttered out.

"T-T-thanks. Sorry for the mess."

"It's fine. Come and sit."

She let herself be guided by Reina's hand. When they sat side by side the world became right again. Kumiko still gasped and wheezed as she let Reina's fingers tidy her hair. Over time the motions had graduated from bumbling to meticulous; she couldn't clearly remember a time Reina hadn't been doing this anymore.

"What were you playing? I've never heard it."

The tone to her words made Kumiko's stomach sink a little. It wavered between curiosity and scolding; yet at the same time found itself half smothered by her quiet voice. Had she been at it that long? Her body certainly said more than either could.

"Nothing. Was just free-styling and stuff...practice."

"Practice doesn't almost give you heat stroke."

"Maybe not for you, but if I'm special too now then I have to catch up. If I don't there's no point."

Reina's laugh burst from her clear and free. Kumiko's eyes widened. She knew exactly what was coming. The way Reina's black hair draped down her shoulders, the way this angle teased at her nape, the crinkle of her eyes and wiggling eyebrows as her head was thrown back; everything was Reina, and it emptied her mind. She remained staring with her mouth slack like an idiot when she heard it. Now Reina's voice became love.

"You're awful." 'Don't you know we're already alike?'

Reina had finally deciphered Kumiko's new attitude three days ago. Perhaps. Almost. Maybe. Her hunch was solid. Now she needed proof. She wanted proof so bad her blood boiled. Voices leaked through the band room doors. Picking out Kumiko's laugh was child's play. It had a warm quality she couldn't describe even as it calmed her heart.

She entered and wrestled the surge of emotions she couldn't pick apart coursing through her. Her expression remained flat. Calm. Centered. Reina Kousaka did not roar at the world before an audience.

For whatever reason Kumiko had yet to notice her in their crowd of bandmates. She slowed her steps, kneeled near a wall pretending to search her bag. Kumiko sat with Midori and Hazuki today. Their conversation filled her ears, stoked her irrational fear. That fear which hung over her heavier than a headman's axe. That fear who's tendrils constricted her heart at its leisure.

'You wouldn't abandon me without a word would you?'

Childish, Reina Kousaka!

"That part is so tough. My mom's been putting dinner aside when I come home late."

"You always practice real hard Hazuki. It'll be worth it. That's what Nationals are all about! Don't you think so Kumiko?"

"Lately it sounds like my breath control's gotten stronger. When I play the sound is talking...or something like that. I wanna give it all I've got. So I'm glad we're going for it."

"Who're you now? Reina?"

They giggled even as they complimented her after. It didn't matter, her mind raced. What emotions had coursed now rose to a flood. She felt her heartbeat through her tongue. Pride? Kumiko felt...pride in playing...because of her? At the very least with her as a reason?

"Kousaka what're you doing?"

Yūko loomed over her causing Reina to smack into her pink headphone wire when she turned. She flinched and rubbed her nose. She looked up at her; her mind blanked.

"Checking my things."

"You must have a museum in there to be checking your bag for three minutes straight. You look super weird, what's going on?"

No quips or barbs loaded in response; nor could anything dampen the joy already swirling in her head. Besides, any qualms with Yūko were long outgrown. Why dwell on what was settled? Her body still tingled. Kumiko was proud because of her.

Yūko kept staring in anticipation as the song blaring through her headphones faded into another. Reina noticed that little twist of the mouth she did whenever she got impatient. Reina's lips moved to answer her but Yūko cut her off.

"Fine. You don't have to tell me. It better not divide the band though."

"...It's between me and Kumiko. No one else."

"Oh. In that case uh...if you want to talk to someone..."

Watching Yūko look away and scratch her chin awkwardly made her swallow a laugh. Instead she smiled and nodded. Maybe she should blame her mood but a calmness settled her back into reason. Like a bridge connecting, a hand outstretched, she grasped Yūko's kindness. It was good to be alone, not lonely.

"I will. Thanks."

Nights on Mount Daikichi were more natural for them than breathing. Cloaked in the silver and blue of moonlight they glowed at first glance. Countless lights below lit the city like a map of stars. Like gazing up at the sky on Tanabata to find Orihime and Hikoboshi. The cicadas buzzing filled in their silence that wasn't silence. They held their breath even as they breathed.

"When you think about improving, what does that really mean?"

Reina inched her pinky atop Kumiko's. Kumiko did the same. Her head went back as she watched the sky.

"Hmmm...probably a road. There's a place far away just enough for me to see. I don't know everything it has; I know because of that, chasing it makes me better. I used to think it had to stay straight once I started. Kinda stupid, 'cuz I take turns on it all the time. You?"

Reina paused a moment, face contemplative.

"There are stars. Most despite sitting in the sky are far from the moon. Most burn out. Some fall. Fewer get their chance beside the moon. Their light shines the longest. Their light inspires people."

"Pft hehe, there you go saying stuff like a book character again. That's just like you. Is there any room for the band up there?"

"...Maybe..."

"Is there any room for me?"

Without warning Reina leaned closer; her expression went stern. Her voice faltered though it tried being firm. It was the softest tone Kumiko had heard in her life.

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"Ok. I won't."

Their foreheads touched and the cool breeze turned warm on their skin.

"What do you think of the others then...past and present?"

Kumiko shut her eyes. Aoi. Haruka. Kaori. Natsuki. Shūichi. Nozomi. Mizore. Midori. Hazuki. Yūko...Asuka.

The faces of all who's paths intersected and footsteps left prints as guides, tethers connecting her to the universe, appeared in her mind. Each had drawn on a blank sheet of her soul. They were nowhere near her yet she felt them echo. They were her as she was them.

"Unrivaled under Heaven."

"Now who's talking like a novel character?"

"Cut it out." Kumiko replied through a chuckle.

Their eyes met. Reina smirked but only for a pause. She inched forward, asking a question. Kumiko shut her eyes again.

The kiss was unlike anything before and possibly after. An explosion of sensations though they didn't move a muscle. There was no time to remember it yet each second couldn't be forgotten. Feelings of melting, soaring, absolving, each melded and surpassed bliss. The result transcended any name they could give it. A release.

They pulled away. Both panted for air then examined each other as if for the first time. They no longer looked; they saw. They no longer knew, they understood.

Many questions were on the verge of pouring; instead Kumiko cupped Reina's cheeks and smiled. Her thumbs brushed off the forming tears. She didn't say a word when Reina fell into her arms. She simply rested a hand on her head and held her trembling body.

The moon's brightness peaked. If you asked her, it'd moved a little closer.

[comparativetarot]

World. Art by Celeste Pille, from The American Renaissance Tarot.

Walt Whitman

“Few books in history have produced such a revolution in literary manners as Walt Whitman’s debut book of poetry, Leaves of Grass, which sprang up in the summer of 1855 as a slender green quarto with sprouting letters that evoked the title.  Whitman did not affix his own name to the volume’s spine nor to its title page, and the inset features a photographic reproduction of the author in the clothes of a laborer; his posture is insouciant.  The casual yet intimate image dares you to pick up the gauntlet Whitman has thrown down in the opening lines of 'Song of Myself':

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. 

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Will you read on with this leaner and loafer?  Will you let him assume you consume you?  'Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,' the poet whispers seductively.  'Clear and sweet is my soul,' Whitman assures you.  And then – 'clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.'

The World card is an emblem of fullness.  There is perhaps no more welcome image to see in your spread.  Whatever your current life situation, the World conveys the comforting sense that all is as it should be.  You may as well lie down in the grass and invite your soul to savor this precious moment.  You are at one with the world, and the world itself is a symbol of harmony and integration.  When Whitman finally gets around to identifying himself, almost midway through the 1300 lines that comprise 'Song of Myself,’ he is 'Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos.'  A kosmos: a complete system and theory of the universe.  How does any one individual get away with making such a claim?  Whitman approximates totality with 'catalogues,' epic lists of all the natural and human forms he can contain with his omnificent vision.  'Of every hue and cast am I, of every rank and religion,/ A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,/ Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.'  He is 'the poet of the woman the same as the man.'  If you’ve drawn the World card, you have the capacity to understand such a generous and far-reaching perspective.  You are motivated by compassion and the exquisite conviction that every living creature carries within it some portion of the divine spark.

The unbridled sexuality Whitman displayed in Leaves of Grass sent shockwaves through Victorian America.  In 'Song of Myself,' he performs a sort of Hegelian erotics, his fervent desire for the Other allowing him to subsume every duality – human/animal, body/soul, life/death –  into his cosmic vision.  With his unconventional metrics and ecstatic tone, Whitman achieved something remarkable.  He embodied the essence of democracy with his love for all Americans, taking as his symbol the ubiquitous and unassuming grass, which grows equally among Americans of every station.  The World is a sign of completeness, though not necessarily of perfection.  If you need a brush-up on the difference, you could do worse than to spend an afternoon perusing 'Song of Myself.'  Its final stanza enshrines the notion that the poet-lover-watcher-self is never far from where you stand right now: 'Failing to find me at first keep encouraged, / Missing me one place search another, / I stop somewhere waiting for you.’” — Thea Wirsching

[mochitraveller]

//Spiegel (The Hall of Mirrors)//

Legend says that those who look in the mirror at night, an entrance to the world of mirrors will open, where some of the reflections will reflect the person’s life as a whole. Sometimes, they’ll encounter another person, or a different creature, in these reflections. A good reflection usually shows the person’s happiest memories. Even showing distant dreams the person wishes to be in the future yet to come. A bad reflection usually shows the person’s saddest memories.It also causes the person’s face to be warped, reflecting their negativity within their hearts until the mirror breaks. Though the damage isn’t permanent. When the person is looking away from it, they find out that the mirror has been fixed by itself. How the realm came to be remains a mystery, but legend says that it was created by the reflections of humanity itself in shape of a mirror. Spiegel is the only person who lived through the realm of the looking glass. His job is to look back on one person’s experiences with their lives, reflecting their trials and errors, their ups and downs, and their memories, both good and bad. Currently, he has a mirror confession booth inside of a building somewhere in a capital city with the help of his fairy assistant, Glas. Upon entering the booth, the person is greeted with their own reflection, before changing to Spiegel’s face. Then, Spiegel reflected the person’s life through the mirror while providing a couple of questions for them to ask. During the process, the booth’s doors were closed until Spiegel finished talking.

[mochitraveller]

//Musiques of Hirasawa Songs//

Natsuki Kasai: A jolly good "nurse" with a baseball bat who spreads words of wisdom and love around the neighbourhood while smashing someone's windows with her bat and knocks down doors.

Hally: An android capable of clearing the minds of people from delusions. She can also floats around.

Vista: A capital city's governor supervisor whose only job is to maintain the perception that surrounds it.

[mochitraveller]

Assorted Musiques Set.

(Click [KEEP READING] for few details)

I've been listening to music over the past years, and I've been thinking about making a character based off a song because that would be neat.

The word "Musique" refers to these type of characters.

Those who are based on music will take a form as a different entity. Each of them has their own traits, personality, and motives.

Spiegel, one of the first Musique that I created (and yet to be posted here), is based off the song "The Hall of Mirrors" by Kraftwerk, and his ability to reflect one's lives through a mirror is based on the lyrics itself.

The more I listen to music, the more I wanted to make characters based on these songs that I listened to, as long as I didn't suffer from a travesty that is Art Block.... or just running out of ideas.

Anyways, this recent drawing were originally to be a doodle sketch, but I wanted to turn it into a drawing instead. Some designs shown here may be subject to change, I think.

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Character shown here are (with links to the songs itself):

Petunie Thessalia (PUPA)

Natsuki Kasai (Nurse Cafe)

Hali (Go for it! Halycon)

Vista (Windows Vista Vistoron)