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eggyrocks · 21 days

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whats da band lore how did they do dat

okay if i’m going to answer this question it’s gonna be LONG (also cannon does not apply here yall im making this shit UP)

noya and yn are childhood friends who kinda discovered punk music together at a very young age

like they were seven listening to agent orange together

yn liked how angry and passionate it is and noya liked how high energy and badass it is

yn’s favorite bands/biggest influences were skinned teen, gitogito hustler, and melt-banana

noya’s were sicilian blood, social distortion, and minor threat

yn was obsessed with learning guitar. she would take books out from the library and imagine she was playing on a fake one & would ‘practice’ and memorize as much of the technical terms as she could & this was how she learned to read sheet music

noya’s grandfather got him a guitar as gift one day and he let yn actually practice on it in exchange for teaching her what she knew

so they were self taught guitar players together 🥹

and they always knew they wanted to start a band but they were both guitar players and two guitar players does not a band make

yn was willing to learn bass too but even if she did they would still need a drummer

enter: tanaka

(influences: fugazi. that’s it. that man loves fugazi)

they met in middle school and the day they met tanaka it was like they were life long friends

like that bond was instant

and one day they were hanging out at noya’s house and tanaka saw his guitar was he was like “oh you play”

“yeah we both play guitar we wanna start a band but we can’t find anyone who can drum”

“oh i can drum. does that help?”

“???? yes???”

and so tanaka became the drummer and that’s when they started having practices

at first they were so bad

so so bad

yn tried to play bass but was not the best at it and yn and noya kept arguing over who did vocals bc neither one of them wanted to do it

until one day yn said “you know if you’re the frontman and the vocalist you’ll get the most attention from girls” and that did it for him

only problem was tanaka wanted to be a vocalist after that too

they mostly just played covers at first but noya was writing his own songs too

he’d mostly write lyrics and yn would mostly write music but most of the time neither were very good until tanaka came in and edited what they were working on

their sound was extremely sloppy and unrefined but by the time they entered high school their technical skills had improved a lot

except for yn’s bass playing. she hated it and practiced as little as she could

so one day during their first year of high school the band made a ton of posters asking bass players to come try out

enter: yachi

(now yachi did NOT like punk music. her influences were more like: the strokes, pixies, elliot smith)

yachi plays A LOT of instruments

clarinet? she’s a pro. cello? of course. girl can even play the harp.

she’s an extremely technically gifted bass player

post-high school yachi has really come into herself and gained a ton of confidence but high school yachi was still timid as hell

she saw the flyer and though it would be a lot of fun to put her skills to use in a creative way

but then she showed up to their after school practice spot, flyer in hand and shaking like a leaf

two scary looking dudes and perhaps even a scarier looking girl? yeah no. she’s out

but she couldn’t get away. yn was so excited at not just the prospect of having a bass player finally join them but also another girl? she dragged yachi back there lmao

and even though yachi was so visibly anxious that all sort of melted away when she started playing and she became the coolest most confident person alive

they were actually sort of blown away the first time they heard her play. like the band was like !!! you might be too good for us to tell you the truth

yn was on her hands and knees begging her to join

so she did! and was very happy to feel so wanted and included

and then with the addition of yachi that’s when they really started to get good

while noya and yn were self taught and though still pretty knowledgeable, yachi had a lot of technical knowledge that really helped them grow

and they started practicing more and more

like too much maybe

their grades suffered

but they really improved a lot and halfway through their second year, they played their first show

it was a disaster

so extremely chaotic

they had nothing set up right and they kept having to stop their set to fix shit and they got heckled and yn threatened to skin the person and from there they were politely asked to stop the set early

it was bad

they realized they needed more help

enter: kiyoko

(she doesn’t play any instruments but her favorite musicians/bands are mazzy star, fiona apple, and the cardigans)

they had met kiyoko before

they were all hanging out together when tanaka tried to talk to her and yn got so embarrassed to be seen with him she hit the back of his head and apologized on his behalf

kiyoko kinda got attached to yn from there; she didn’t have a lot of super close friends & she appreciated her consideration of her feelings

and they started to grow closer and yn, yachi, and kiyoko started to hang out a lot more

it was really good for all of them

yn didn’t have a lot of friends and she was really grateful to be with people who didn’t judge her for her more alternative persona

yachi kept getting more and more confident and felt like she was discovering herself

kiyoko was always very timid and was not the best at initiating conversations or being part of a group but she felt no pressure hanging out with yn and yachi and talking to them was so easy for her

so they got really close

so naturally after the disaster performance yn and yachi were complaining to kiyoko

who said without really thinking much of it “i can help you guys out”

so she did

it was super overwhelming at first because there’s a lot of things to keep track of and a lot of technical things to learn

but kiyoko really loved helping them out

and the more she learned the more she started to offer input or take initiative

tanaka and noya of course loved this

their natural instinct was to act like freaks around her but yn kept that in check

with a lot of threats

and occasionally following through on the threats

and kiyoko started to feel like a member of their band

and they always practiced with her and listened to her critiques and followed her advice

her input and guidance are extremely valuable and half of the reason they’re still a band

tanaka was so in love with her from the start and the more dedicated she became to the band the worse it got

he was so in love with her he didn’t even notice that she eventually started to show signs that she might feel the same way

it only took 6 months for them to start dating and the only person who was surprised was tanaka

it took a LONG time for them to record their first album

it was a mess

a lot of arguing

a lot of clashing opinions

but after writing and rewriting and recording and rerecording

they finally put together a full length album

12 songs, 39 minutes

it’s a little rough and sloppy but hey

that’s punk

and they were all really proud of it

they’ve since put out one ep with 6 shorter tracks

they’re working on their second one now but hey. albums are a lot of effort to make

but tanaka keeps saying it’s going to be the greatest album of all time (it won’t be)

and that’s the freaking band lore

if you made it to the end. you’re a real one

#I TOLD YOU IT’D BE LONG #ask

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bhxrdy · 4 months

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starry night | aemond targaryen

author's note: my first aemond fic to officially write - though not the first one that came to me (👀). hopefully, this will be enjoyable. spotify has the playlist from the expo. you can listen to it while reading or not. all up to you :) lots of love & stay safe 💕

She was unbothered by the crowd, her ears soothed by the soft orchestra as its violin and cello strings swiftly danced through her headphones, the item covering the entirety of her cartilage.

Her focus was given to the timeless masterpiece, her gaze following the road of the paintbrush as it retraced the softness of the model’s curves; from afar, she had the sight to detect the faintest of details.

Even in-cased by thick glass where soft glare could be reflected at times, she could still depict the colors colliding with such ease from the forms of the background to the veil she wore, down to her right hand resting over her left wrist.

She was taken by the art until a presence quietly made itself known by her side; to her left stood a tall man. He bore a pronounced jawline, platinum hair and from the corner of her eyes, she could depict a hint of lavender decorating his right iris. He was slender and held himself with his arms behind his back as he gave his attention to the painting in front of him, ignoring the commotion of the cameras and the people surrounding them.

Removing her headset, it rested around her neck when she heard a soft grunt, a little ‘hm’. She smiled, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she dropped her head down, stifling a chortle. She then turned her head to the man as he spoke under his breath.

“She is overrated.” His gaze hadn’t moved, his words disappearing into the collective but not to her.

“Then why are you here?”

Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Instead, she was indulging him almost, amused at the fact he still stood and stared at Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.

He was taken aback by her comment, not having realized she had heard him. He turned his head to her and huffed - almost a chuckle - as the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Good point.”

She turned her eyes back to the painting, her head slightly tilting as she searched for her words. “I find her… intriguing.” The man remained put, his one good eye reverting to the piece of art that hung a few feet away from them. “She is hiding a secret, forever kept in the back books of history.”

He chuckled, not fully impressed by her remark. He thought it generic even though he knew, in the back of his mind, it was made to amuse him. “That is what everyone is saying.”

The lopsided grin won him over, her eyes meeting his. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” She had quickly glanced to his injured eye, the color now a simple faded crystal blue. It didn’t bother her, and no reaction had come from her, which he silently appreciated.

He inspected her as she, once again, looked away. She wore a wool wrapped coat that covered her down passed her knees, the belt tightened around her waist. Her hair looked almost disheveled from the knitted beanie she had removed, though her locks covered her gracefully as they rested around her while highlighting the shades of her eyes.

He saw the headphones around her neck and smiled to himself; his own pair were held captive in his coat pocket.

They stood for a few more minutes in silence, looking ahead at the painting.

She was ready to move on but lingered, not wanting to part ways with the man standing next to her.

He had grown annoyed with the crowd, desperate to leave the herd, but refrained as he was not ready to separate from her just yet.

She picked her phone out of her pocket and looked at the time, the clock dangling above her paused playlist. She then pivoted to him, biting down her lip as she gathered courage to speak to him again.

He noticed her changed position and peered at her, entranced by her stature. She had placed her arms behind her back, close to rocking on her toes as she quickly scanned the people around her before setting her eyes on him again.

Inquisitive and hopeful, she held her breath.

“This might be a bit forward, but… how do you feel about Van Gogh?”

It was overwhelming to say the least.

Diving headfirst, they were transported into a new reality, surrounded by moving images, the projectors guiding them across the several rooms that inhabited Van Gogh’s life through his works of art.

Submerged under the rays of colors, bathing under their illuminating glow, they were consumed by the sensory experience; bodies were wrapped within the various masterpieces, from the elegant portraits to the hundreds of landscapes. The duo was entranced into captivation as the musical score resonated from wall to wall, catching the essence of the paintings into its staff where the clefs kept the notes afloat with the shifts and swirls of the artist’s hopes and dreams.

He was buried under the cascading lights, their intensity following the waves of the moving pictures. He was lost in his own amazement, in the thrill and sheer emotional rollercoaster he had embarked on; he enjoyed these works in passing, but only now could he truly understand the man’s pain.

He turned around, his sight taking in the floating petals washed away by the wind to the waves of the oceans, to the ogling stares of portraits and voiced-out letters, until he eventually saw his companion.

She stood a few feet away, intently staring at Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with a Pipe, when he was pulled in.

She had been staring at it for a while, her eyes never wavering away from the man’s stare as he would blink while the smoke of his pipe danced in the air. She couldn’t tell what it was that shook her, what made her tremble to her very core, when she broke down. Silently tearing up, the old man was looking down at her as melancholy soaked his eyes, the gaze — a feathered touch of poignancy.

Her guest was befuddled at his sight, to find her quietly crying in the dark was perplexing. He couldn’t have known the truth behind her tears, the reason her emotions strangled her through the music. The heartbreak she endured months ago, when she was forced to part ways with her fiancé due to his indiscretions — she had finally let the bourgeoning storm find her, drowning her in her impending ache.

“Are you alright?” He approached her, worried while she remained frozen in front of the portrait.

“Y-yes!” She had forgotten about her surroundings, his inquiry pushing her away from her trance. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what happened…” She let out a broken chuckle as she wiped the tears that strung across the corners of her eyes.

“Was it the painting?” He was still curious, wanting to understand the circumstances of her gentle unraveling.

She tilted her head to him, offering him a small smile. “I think the painting just brought it out of me.”

As she spoke, the old man went away, the projectors continuing their route as they rode the audience into other works, welcoming them with more notable pieces, such as Starry Night.

She took a deep breath, finding herself a seat on a bench and watched the stars move around them from across the four walls to the ground, right under their feet.

The instruments’ chords brought her back to her trance, leaving only the boy in their shared reality.

He could only stare at her, the echoes of her voice quieting down the static noise that lived in his head; all was now left unplugged, creating utter deafness.

It was peaceful, and he felt he could finally breathe.

He watched her in awe, the variation of blues etched across the sky where the golden stars warmed the hues; she was absorbed by the landscape as if she had been part of the picture itself.

He was enthralled by her presence, the feelings thrumming against his heart and rekindling the spark of a dying flame, the embers laying low within the desert of ash around them.

It had been way too long since he last felt this way.

The heat raised his skin, shivers covering his entire body as he stuck to her, unable to partake in the rest of the exposition any longer. He had lost himself in her, taking in the way she had been immersed in the moving brushstrokes as they danced and rippled to her every footstep, her ability to appreciate the works around her, her knowledge of these renderings, the connection she had built by the simple look just enough to bring her to tears.

All he could do was take her in, like fresh air, and admire the work of art that stood in front of him.

And then the lights went out, the room once again diving into the darkness until a voice was heard above their heads, reading out loud the written words that were shared between the painter and his brother.

The young man was pulled out of his reverie and looked away from her, taking in a slow breath to calm the bombardments in his chest.

His mind was still quiet, which he thanked.

It had been a while since he could last hear himself think.

But even now it seemed, his words strung nonsense.

The woman had taken his senses captive, luring him into complete ignorant bliss, and he loved it.

The expo, eventually over, the ending was presented with simple sentences that were etched across the walls.

They made their way towards the exit, both parties reluctant to walk away from one another.

She turned to look at him, catching a glimpse of his bi-colored gaze into her sight. She held her breath, enjoying the way the remaining lights captured the shades of his irises into perfect harmony.

Afraid to end the momentum, he took the lead and stepped forward, though not too close as to invade her personal space.

“I would like to see you again.” He spoke gently, carefully, patiently waiting for her response. His words were not a request, nor were they imposing.

She smiled, flattered. “I’ll make room in my schedule, then.”

Questions were not part of their relationship; they always held affirmative back-and-forth instead, knowing that inquiring was unnecessary.

“I’m honoured.” He spoke up, cheekiness underlaid in his tone as he indulged her with his infamous smirk, the one that always made her bite the inside of her cheek to hold herself back.

She grinned at him, dropping the playful charade they have been sharing this evening.

“It was nice to see you again, Aemond…” She sighed, content. “It’s been too long.”

He nodded, pensive. “It has.”

He had missed her terribly.

They lost touch in the last few years. She had moved away after getting engaged and started a new life on the other side of the world while he was left alone, their love for each other withering away before it had a chance to bloom, the dirt drying up without water.

Silence hung between them, like a friend wrapping its arms around the couple’s shoulders in a joint trio.

She then spoke again, biting her lip in thought. “I’m not really ready to go yet, and god knows I could use some air…” She let out a breath, her courage gathered on the tip of her tongue. “Do you want to go and get some coffee? We could catch up.”

He agreed to her proposition, marching towards the door as he opened it for her, inviting her into the cool air of the city’s night.

She smiled and graciously walked through before he followed her.

They stepped outside meeting the dim lit stars and their moon hovering above them; the golden colours were present whereas the blue had been transformed into its reality counterpart - pure darkness wearing an essence of sublimity instead of its usual malevolence.

Side by side, they took their time walking down the streets, his name tickling her lips into a softening smile. It was better than any orchestra, he thought, the composition of her voice alone making him feel like a spectator at his own opera show, his lost love becoming the conductor of their renewed symphony.

The past caught up to them, taking them left and right without a real destination anymore.

The roads were open, the warmth of their encounter illuminated under a starry night.

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a/n: the exposition was based on something I attended. Loved it. If you need an outing and this happens in your city, go for it. You don't have to be an art advocate, or even really know Van Gogh in depth to appreciate his work and this immersive experience. It's overwhelmingly beautiful (does that make sense?) and worth the 1-2h :)

#hotd fanfic #aemond x oc #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #hotd #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #aemond fanfic #aemond fic #aemond targaryen fic #hotd fic #aemond #mywriting

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skinnyscottishbloke · 10 months

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🎶Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 20 songs that come up 🎶

1. Breathe Your Name - Sixpence None the Richer

2. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

3. Flashdance (What a Feeling) - Irene Cara

4. Alfie - Burt Bacharach

5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

6. Das Land Des Lachelns - Franz Lehar (sung by Placido Domingo)

7. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson

8. Johannesburg (I’m Sorry We Have No Engineer) - John Finnemore, Cabin Pressure

9. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls

10. Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Reprise) - Main Cast, Sound of Music

11. Sachita - Los Pinguos

12. Through the Trees, Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie

13. Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

14. Land of Confusion - Genesis

15. Andante Catabile for Cello and Strings - Tchaikovsky

16. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - Hombres

17. Samwise the Brave - Howard Shore

18. something special - joan

19. I’m a Believer - The Monkees

20. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men

Tagging my music buddies just for funsies 🥰

@tolkientrash @bisexualwvtson @sunnyrosewritesstuff @lordoftherazzles @turniptitaness @asexualromanroy @exlibrisfangirl @tumbrunes @calculatedmadness @enough-effing-owls @fandomcartographer @shantismurf

#music #was cleaning out my drafts and found this from idk how long ago!#it would probably be a little different if I did it now but this is still a fun list #so I’m gonna publish it #wheeee #tag games #tag games for ts

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hwaitham · 2 months

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matchie matchie accessories for orchestra au haico ꒰ྀི ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱

#૮ ๑´ `๑ ྀིა ⌒ 𝓗𝓐𝓘𝓒𝓞 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓#꒰ྀི 🤎🎻🕯️ ꒱ྀི #was lookin at litl cello trinkets on pinteresr n came across these :3 arent they so cutieeeee ! ! ! i rllie wuv da heart - bridge necklaces

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gasparodasalo · 4 months

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Georg Philipp Telemann (1681-1767) - Trio Sonata No. 6 for Violin, Cello and Continuo in F-Major, TWV 42:F1, I. Allegro. Performed by Camerata Köln on period instruments.

#georg philipp telemann #baroque #classical music #cello #violin #period performance #period instruments #baroque music #trio sonata #sonata #violinist #cellist #strings #chamber music #harpsichord #viola da gamba

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grapehyasynth · 2 months

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au set in the early 1900s where the new philharmonic orchestra in sweden is struggling, its funds low and its attendance meagre. wilhelm has been hired as its conductor, but everyone says he only got the position because of his famous older brother, who's been conducting internationally for years. meanwhile simon is an up-and-coming composer desperate to get his work taken seriously. he hounds wilhelm, waiting for him outside the concert hall they're only able to reserve at odd hours, following him halfway home and trying to convince him to get the orchestra to perform one of simon's pieces. one day he gets into the concert hall as the rehearsal is wrapping up, and he stands on the conductor's platform with wilhelm, asking him to imagine the music - while wille looks at the sheet music, simon demonstrates - "here the woodwinds will rise, da da da, and then vwoom, a sudden pause before the aching cello" - and he imitates all the instruments, and wilhelm can hear it, can hear the entire symphony. it's an electric composition. wilhelm agrees to bring it to the orchestra. as they work together to bring the piece to reality, they both find themselves falling: wilhelm for this composer who could probably make a living on his voice alone but who dreams of music beyond himself; simon of this fidgety young man who both hates the limelight and longs to step out of his brother's shadow, who comes alive when he conducts, swoopy dark blonde bangs bouncing, long arms declaring and guiding.

#young royals #wilmon

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kingofthewilderwest · 4 months

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Since my crap is disorganized across multiple computers, laptops, notebooks, and handwritten scraps of paper, I've been trying to organize my music compositions. Having been "composing" (let's use the word liberally) since I was four, there are hundreds of songs to document. As I've been rediscovering hidden gems and endearing crap, I've been reflecting on my... naming trends. How musical creativity does not necessitate Title Creativity. How successfully I can ward folks off before they hear a note.

Broad music title naming habits include:

1. Traditional formal classical music

• Barcarolle Sereno • Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major Movement 1. Moderato • Con Amore • Dance in Bb Minor • Ostinato Cantabile

2. Lazy-ass description of what it is

• Assignment 11 • Melody Assignment 1 • Flute Duet • Barber Mimic • Mobile Game Song

3. Brief Latin phase, please stop

• Monstrat Viam • Deo Volente • Continua Astrum

4. Functional title, sometimes basic, sometimes cool

• Portrait of a Friend • Winter Blossoms • Necrosis • Horizon • Nucleotides • Z-Score • Fox in the Henhouse • Upon a Starry Night

5. Abstract Quasi-Poetic Angst

• Reasons to Hope • Take Back What's Mine • Like Rainfall • Return to Heart • When the Skies Darken • Tribute to an Ideal • Tearful Thank You • Indefinite Forever • Defiant Hope

6. Tried too hard sounding cool and unfortunately you were ten

• Corridor to the Ethereal • In Secret to Be Told • 'Lectri’ Twelve Strin’ Guitar • Expanses of Fantasy

7. One of the lines in the song, highlighting how bad the lyrics are

• Help Me to Follow You • I Am Not Quite Sure Yet • Because My Friend's Sick • Do You Know the Way

8. That's just the name of the commission

• Mixed Emotions Movement 4. Closer and Credits • Vagina Monologues 2. One Billion Will Rise for Justice • Vampire Survival Guide • Paradox

9. Conlanger flex, no one will be able to pronounce or remember this. Ever.

• Ohd Thak-Shu • Xhavhukfi Zoqudou • Veh nah Dii’hs • Nidia Kila • Tavhlovmindada • Ehyiib

10. I had no idea for a title and typed random crap when I clicked "save"

• Sneak • Sneakify • Sneaking • Sneaky-Sneak • SoGow • Klongilonga • Quiiiiiptail • Da Da • Hihoppadada • Colon KayjayK buy2 (originally ;kjk;kjk a literal keysmash)

11. I'm not going to admit I have a song named this

• Don't Spit Your Eyes Out • Shake Your Bootchy Bottom • It Takes a Bike to Beat a Bus • Bunny Bunny Days • Please Let Me Eat the Microphone • Yo I Said It’s Space

12. Still untitled; each new recording is "comp idea," "name," "rename," "you really need to name this," "take 5," "take 5.1," "take 5.12," "redo this sucks," "I swear I play banjo," "delete later," "deleeeeeet," "out of tune," "still out of tune," "this one's good," "THIS ONE," "best," "best2," "BEST VERSION", "awwwww yeah"; and for some strange reason it's hard to refind these recordings a month later

#long post #music #my music #blabbing Haddock #oh hey hiya guys I'm not a zombie I swear #gone through about 500 audio files today #and that's just the folder that IS organized #help me #save me

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