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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Pepa: Who lasted the longest was the strongest!

Mirabel: The biggest sinner is obvs the winner!

Dolores: Who has the daughter shall be most honored.

Luisa: Who was most chaste--

Alma: CUT!

Luisa: Aww, I never got to finish my line.

Alma: Dolores, for the last time, it’s “who has the son, takes number one”! Get it right next time!

Dolores: But...but daughters are so much more honorable!

Alma: I know, mi nieta, I know it’s hard to wrap your head around it, but you have to recite what’s in the script! Now, let’s do that again!

*later*

Dolores: You had it bad, but that was NOT the most heart-wrenching song we’ve heard this evening.

Isabela: Umm, excuse me, were you not listening to my song?! There were four verses?! That’s how much SHIT I had to deal with!!!

Mirabel: Woah, woah, woah!

Luisa: Hol’ up!

Alma: CUT! Isa, you’re not supposed to say the curse word!

Isabela: Well, it’s not my fault the music didn’t go off to censor it!

Julieta and Pepa: *die laughing*

Alma: You’re supposed to say “shh...” now let’s roll that again!

*they continue*

Isabela: That’s how much shhh I had to deal with.

Mirabel: Oh yeah, being manipulated by men and paying the price. None of us could possibly imagine what that must have fel--oh wait, no, I did experience that.

Pepa: Yeah, for like the last five minutes of your marriage, ANNE! MEN have manipulated me from day one! I was literally shipped over from a foreign country, not knowing a single word of English, to marry some random dude!

Luisa: Oh my God, same!

*they all burst into laughter*

Alma: CUT!

Luisa: We’re sorry, we’re sorry, we’ll...*bursts into laughter, her and Dolores leaning on each other as they delve into hysterics*

Alma: *sighs, hides her grin* This is going to be a looong rehearsal.

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why-so-serious-lucifer · 22 days

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9Muses: K-pop Discography Deep Dive

Here are my credentials: Very few, this time. I know a few of the members of 9Muses (Sera and Hyuna especially), but since there are / were so many, I don’t know them all. I think I’m too casual to be a casual fan of them, but I do really like the songs I’ve heard and I’m excited to hear more. 9Muses has since disbanded, but as of their last comeback, their members were Hyemi, Sungah, Gyeongree,…

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vacayisland · 4 months

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Could I request Floyd with a heavy metal/rock troll who almost always has an bass guitar at their side and plays extremely loud, metal music? Could they also just generally be viewed as sardonic and teasing, often teasing others and calling them things like "doll", or "darling", but if someone did they to them then they would go red?

Thank you!

@!; Get used to it, Doll. Floyd / Rock troll! Reader

"Tag list"! @storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen @ykvlanq @apieceofcathair3 @kitthefanfickat @cyb3r-st4r

ꨄ︎. When Floyd told his brothers he was introducing them to his lover, none of the brothers (expect Branch) would have ever bet that they would end up at Rock Hollow (home of the rock trolls in the Pop Troll). Nevertheless, none of them expected Floyd to be such a frequenter at Rock Hollow that one too many Rock Trolls knew him by name! "Floyd, buddy. Come here for a second." One Rock troll would shout towards the group, a snicker on their face. Floyd only would glance over and wave them off, explaining how he needed to find Prima/Primo with a slight flush on his cheeks. And before he could even get teased, Branch noticed how Floyd covered the side of his face, "Oooh, watch out boys, the Prima/Primo's lover is here! Clear the way, clear the way!"

ꨄ︎. Safe to say that Floyd's brothers didn't expect this at all, especially since Floyd tended to have more sensitive ears than the rest (though Branch's was by far the most sensitive after the years of isolation he had to endure). Everything was just so loud and chaotic and in your face, even JD had to shuffle towards the group despite having been curious about this whole place at first.

ꨄ︎. Floyd grew ever so nervous the further they trekked into Rock Hollow and didn't find you, as he knew how noisy it tended to be inside the Hallow and he didn't want to put his brothers up to that for nothing. After all, after all the time he's spent in here, he's more accustomed to the noise. His brothers? They were not. (expect Branch) "Right Floyd, are you sure they're here?" JD shouted over the music, covering one of his ears to drown it out. Meanwhile in the back, Clay was questioning Branch as to why he wasn't bothered by the music. "Yeah! I'm sorry, they're-" Floyd fumbled over his words, trying to peak over the crowd of rockers. Yet he didn't have to search for long as he heard an all too familiar guitar riff scream over the speakers of the center stage.

ꨄ︎. To say his brothers had to run to keep up with Floyd was an understatement, they had to sprint and dodge and duck and weave around other rock trolls to catch up with Floyd (who hadn't even realized he took off sprinting towards the main stage). When they managed to finally catch up with him, they found Floyd stood off to the left wing talking to two other rock trolls.

ꨄ︎. "Ha! Buddy, better late then never." A Troll Branch recognized as Val patted Branch on the shoulder, flashing him a grin as Demo nodded in agreement. He went on to explain how, who the brothers guessed was Floyd's lover, was getting all nervous thinking he wasn't going to come as promise. Demo even made a playful jab, "They were about to bail the sound check!" With a small chuckle, which got him a playful punch from Val in return. "What? I'm just saying that would have been really bad." And as Floyd chatted with the two, with the brothers standing awkwardly to the side (unsure what to do with themselves), Branch got curious about who this mystery Troll everyone called Prima/Primo was. Maybe Poppy was rubbing off him in a bad way... but nevertheless, he's heard that name around the village before and he was sure Poppy had invited them here for some sort of reason (he had heard her also gushing about them). So naturally he was a little more curious than the rest.

ꨄ︎. "Well, you see I had to get my brothers in line and-" Floyd would explain, hoping that Val and Demo would understand the situation that led up to him being late. Especially since you had been the one to tell him to bring his brothers over if they wouldn't let him leave without them (mostly JD's fault). And while he was explaining, Floyd's voice slowly trailed off as he watched Branch tip-toe around Val and Demo to get a peak of the stage. And for some reason all the nerves of his family meeting you had shot right back through his veins as Branch paused in astonishment. Confused, Val would wave a hand in front of Floyd's, now nervously frozen, face as Demo glance behind him. But, it was no use: "FLOYD?!" Branch had figured out who you were.

ꨄ︎. And well that's when sound check came to a complete halt as you had heard Floyd's name being echoed over the speakers (surprisingly because usually you couldn't even hear demo). In your (silent) excitement about Floyd finally getting here, you didn't notice the way your guitar pick slashed over your guitar strings, causing a god awful sound to ring through the speakers (thank god Demo had cut that off early, because JD swore that might actually give him early hearing loss if it continued longer than the three seconds it had!).

ꨄ︎. "Doll, you finally made it!" You would shout from the center of stage, swinging your guitar to the side and jumping off the small rosed platform you stood on. Despite the excitement Floyd saw in your eyes, you played it suave and walked over to him; Slinging your arm around his shoulders and giving him a peck on the forehead. A giddy smile wobbled it's way onto Floyd's face, though he crossed his arms and shot you a teasing look up, "You thought I would miss your soundcheck, Darlin'? Sour judgement on your part really." No one missed the way you would look away, letting out a cough to clear your throat and misdirect the fact that there was a blush creeping on your face. Val and Demo were used to this, the teasing way of your twos relationship and the fact that you could never hold a straight face at Floyd's sassiness. Sometimes, Val even joked that Floyd wore the pants in the relationship (which you tried to heavily deny until Floyd would call for you and you trailed off like a puppy.) "Right, is anyone going to explain to us how the fuck this happened?!" Branch cut the two of you off just as Floyd gave your hand a kiss, drawing both of your attention back to the four other brothers. Clay stood next to Branch, equally as confused, "How did you manage to get with the guitarist of DSOTM?!"

ꨄ︎. Safe to say, it was kind of a long story on how you and Floyd met. Funny enough it was during both of your solo careers, after Floyd left Brozone (and before he got captured) and before you joined Dark Side of the Moon (which is quiet a mouth full so it got shortened to DSOTM). "Basically, the short end of it, was that I was on tour," You would start as everyone had gathered on the stage, sitting around the raised platform in some sort of semi-circle like it was kindergarten story time. You and Floyd sat on the raised platform, "And my manger said I needed some vocal lessons and I told him to piss off and find me some. "I wasn't going to waste my time searching for an instructor, and to be fairly quant with all of you I had no idea how to even start lookin'. Apparently, you just look through newspapers." You would shrug, smiling as you wrapped your arm around Floyd's waist again. You would fail to notice the way Branch scrunched his nose in slight distaste at the fact you constantly were holding Floyd. Floyd didn't seem to mind to, as he placed his hand on top of yours, "Well his manager saw my add in the paper and called me... and it kind of was professional at first until they invited me out for coffee and we kind of clicked." "Right, but where as that twat when you were captured Floyd?" Branch blurted out, crossing his arms. There was a pause on the room for a moment. Val even paused in eating her order-in lunch to look over at Branch in slight shock, "Oh shit."

ꨄ︎. You and Branch have issues now; Floyd and Val had to physically restrain you after Branch's comment as you kept yelling about how you would beat him up (Floyd was sure you weren't going to actually do it because he kept telling you don't but Demo wasn't taking any chances, the stage just got cleaned!). Demo called Poppy to come get Branch and Floyd, after the whole event, stood there wondering what the hell had just happened.

ꨄ︎. "I can't believe your brother called me a twat!"

ꨄ︎. "I don't know whether to be shocked... or if I expected this."

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blackswaneuroparedux · 10 months

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What 'War and Peace' is to the novel and 'Hamlet' is to the theatre, Swan Lake' is to ballet - that is, the name which to many people stands for and sums up an art form.

Robert Gottlieb

It’s hard to believe that Swan Lake’s original premiere was seen as disastrous. When it first performed on 4 March 1877, at Moscow’s Bolshoi Theatre.

Tchaikovsky’s magical ballet tells the story of the doomed love of Prince Siegfried and Princess Odette. Prince Siegfried goes out hunting one night and chases a group of swans – one of them transforms into a young woman, Odette, who explains that she and her companions were turned into swans by the evil Baron Von Rothbart. The spell can only be broken if someone who has never loved before swears an oath of undying love and promises to marry her. The Prince declares his love to Odette and promises to be loyal forever.

At a grand reception at the palace, the Prince must choose a bride – but he can think only of Odette. Suddenly a fanfare announces the arrival of two guests - it is Odette! The prince dances with her and asks for her hand in marriage. But it’s not Odette - the mystery woman is the daughter of the evil von Rothbart, Odile. Odette has witnessed the whole scene. Too late, Siegfried realises his mistake.

Siegfried follows Odette to the lake and begs her forgiveness. She says she forgives him but nothing can change the fact he broke his vow. They decide to die together. The lovers throw themselves into the lake.

There are a few different theories as to how Tchaikovsky came up with the idea for Swan Lake. Though the libretto is based on a story by the German author Johann Karl August Musäus The Stolen Veil, many of Tchaikovsky’s contemporaries claimed that he was deeply fascinated by the tragic life story of Bavarian King Ludwig II - sometimes called the Swan King - who died under mysterious circumstances by drowning himself in a lake.

It is likely that Tchaikovsky chose Ludwig II as the prototype of Prince Siegfried. It is easy to tell that the composer clearly enjoyed working on the music for Swan Lake, as he wrote far more material than would ever be required. As a result, the version most commonly performed today is, in fact, an edited one, created after Tchaikovsky’s death and significantly shorter than the original work.

Considering that Swan Lake is currently the most frequently performed ballet in the world, it's hard to imagine that it was a failure upon its premiere, with near unanimous criticism of different production aspects. Critics were universally disparaging, claiming the production was indistinctive and forgettable. They disliked the set and the choreography, thought the orchestra and dancers were subpar, and thought Tchaikovsky’s score was too complicated. The dancers who performed in the ballet’s premiere also declared Tchaikovsky’s music was too rich to accompany their balletic moves, and simply too difficult to dance to.

Because of these distractions, the actual brilliant score by Tchaikovsky got largely overlooked amidst the chaos. Although a few critics did recognise the virtues of the masterful score, it was considered far too complex for ballet, too “noisy” and too “symphonic”, resembling the grand, weighty music of Richard Wagner. Even the initial ballet dancers deemed the music too difficult to dance to as its density clashed with the fluid and graceful balletic movements.

One of the issues for the premiere performance was the absence of the Bolshoi’s prima ballerina, Anna Sobeshchanskaya. Sobeshchanskaya rejoined the production as Odette/Odile in April 1877 but insisted on making certain changes to the choreography and score. Two years later the original choreographer, Julius Reisinger, left Moscow and was replaced by Belgian choreographer Joseph Pater Hansen. Hansen set about re-staging Swan Lake, launching his new version in January 1880. All 33 performances of the ballet between 1877-1883 sold out, attesting to the ballet’s increasing popularity amongst audiences.

A planned revival of the ballet in the early 1890s was cast into doubt by the death of Tchaikovsky in November 1893, who didn’t live to see the ultimate success of his ballet. Tchaikovsky had written far more material than was ever required, and after his death, Riccardo Drigo took on the job of revising Tchaikovsky’s score, with the approval of his brother Modest Tchaikovsky.

The revised and edited version – commonly the version of the score used today - is considerably shorter than the original, full-length work. It premiered on 15 January 1895 by the Maryinsky Ballet at the Maryinsky Theatre to overwhelmingly positive reviews.

Call it what you like - Dance of the Four Swans, Dance of the Cygnets, The Four Little Swans - but for me the pas de quatre from Swan Lake is one of the most iconic dances in one of the most iconic classical ballets of all time. It is a coveted role for a ballerina, one that requires technical precision and teamwork. The light-hearted Dance of the Cygnets involves 16 pas de chat performed by four dancers moving sideways in exact unison with their arms interlaced.

I’ve always found its spirit of sheer innocence and beauty breath-taking to watch. I’m left with wonder restored and a distinct feeling of the flight of innocence coming back to rest in my hardened heart.

Video: Royal Ballet's Swan Lake (2018)

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thoraeth · 19 days

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Never mind the blorbos Headcanons

[One piece punk band AU]

Barto's the guitarist, Ace is the bassist, Franky plays the drums and Buggy shrieks sings

They stick together because of their contract but they fight a lot, threatening to leave the band every other day.

You're the band's personal assistant and every time your phone rings you regret all your life choices.

Ace looks calm and composed but he's the wildest one when it comes to partying and getting wasted. His pockets are always full of not-so-legal stuff.

He was dumped ages ago but never got over it. The fans fall for his sad boi soft smile.

Bartolomeo is the most skilled musician out of them all, he studied music and is a huge music nerd who's gonna charm/bore people with endless lists of niche groups and genres.

When he talks about his nana and his tattoos, everyone goes feral over how cute he is.

Buggy is all over the gossip pages either for being a prima donna or destroying something (it was Ace). He loves the attention and free clothing.

Some days he's cold when meeting fans: he knows he's not pretty nor talented, why would these people care? They just like his fame.

He texts you at 4am, asking to add random things to the band's expenses reports. He's actually trying to confess he likes you but chickens out every time.

Franky doesn't care about fame and drama he's just in for the chaos. Videos of him shouting "super" are a viral meme on tiktok.

He met Nico Robin on tour and married her on a whim. The two of them ranked #3 on a famous "weird-but-cute" celeb couples poll.

#this punk thingie is rotting in my brain help #one piece #punk au #one piece headcanons #buggy x you #buggy the clown #portgas d ace #bartolomeo one piece #franky one piece #one piece buggy #nevermind the blorbos

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amarguerite · 5 months

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i am so c o n f u s e d

ive been seeing u reblogging/talking abt the gilded age among a couple others of ppl I follow/talk abt JA and like............ITS LOOKS PRETTY. SEEEMS LIKE ITS A VICTORIAN ERA THING WHICH IS NICE. but but would it be as inapp as bridgerton?? I can just skip through fucking scenes so I can look at the prett dresses but if theres outright fucking itd be age inapp BUT I need smth to watch while crocheting and this seems like the perfect kinda trashy show to watch

so so as a person whos seen it like should i watch it or not? 😭😭

It’s set in 1882 in the first season and 1883 in the second! It’s very mild, in terms of sexual content. Clothed making out between George and Bertha Russell and then in the second season their son has an ill-advised fling with an older woman that results in them making out while fully clothed and a scene of them chatting in bed while under the covers. I think the most you see is Laura Benanti’s bare leg. ETA: there is a scene in the first season where one character tries to seduce another by being naked in his bed but he gets real mad and immediately makes her get dressed and leave.

It’s a lot of fun, but admittedly it’s fun for me for some very specific reasons. If any of these resonate with you, I’d give it a shot:

1) great costuming

2) nearly every contemporary Broadway star is there to chew on scenery, be witty, and wear hats

3) ridiculous gilded age nonsense where ultra-rich robber barons and “old money” New Yorkers fight over who gets invited to what party. The overarching plot of the second season is about the construction of the Metropolitan Opera House

4) neat subplots featuring genuinely cool female historical figures who accomplished an incredible amount given the societal constraints under which they existed. Last season there was a long subplot about Clara Barton founding the Red Cross and this season there’s a subplot about the female engineer who was actually responsible for constructing the Brooklyn Bridge instead of her husband

5) fantastic scenery

6) a look at the Black elite of New York at the time— a group I didn’t know much about until this show

7) Nathan Lane giving one of the strangest and funniest performances of his long and varied career.

8) on location shooting at big Gilded Age mansions in New York State and in Newport, Rhode Island. The house belonging to the character played by one of my fave Broadway prima donnas, Kelli O’Hara, is actually Lyndhurst House, the actual Gothic Revival mansion of actual Gilded Age robber baron Jay Gould.

9) an insanely high props budget that they use to buy such outlandishly delightful things as penny-farthing bicycles and magic lanterns

Is it a good show? Honestly, I don’t know if I can answer that question.

Is it great if you’re a musical theatre fan who enjoys being able to say, “oh my god that’s Douglas Sills from The Scarlet Pimpernel and Little Shop of Horrors playing the Russell’s chef!” Yes.

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katnisspeetaprim · 8 months

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First Meeting

Always us couple, based on the story told in the first part (Suchwita) about how they first met!

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word Count:936 M.list

January 2013

You were unbelievably late. As you ran through the BigHit hallways, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not preparing better the night before.

You’d told your members to leave without you when it became clear you wouldn’t find all your dance gear in time.

Prima had debuted just under two years ago, so the heat was still on for the four of you, plus it was now time for a new comeback, so being late really didn’t give a good impression.

‘I’m sorry I’m late!’ You yelled out, flustered as you burst through the door to Prima’s usual dance studio. You stopped in your tracks when you came face to face with seven young men. You recognised them as trainees who would be debuting in a group called BTS soon.

Your face lit up red when you realised you’d just interrupted their practice.

‘I’m so sorry! My group must have been moved!’ You bowed to them in apology, but they were fast to dismiss your worry.

‘Who are you? A trainee too?’ A voice suddenly asked from across the room. You looked over with a slight frown and looked at the light haired boy. Did he seriously not know the other groups under his company’s label?

The other boys in the room shot him wide eyed looks, obviously afraid of one of their own offending their senior.

‘Please don’t mind him noona, he’s not very in the loop.’ The one you recognised as the leader, Namjoon, stepped forward, trying to de-escalate the situation. You laughed and waved your hand.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ You turned back to the other boy who now had a confused look on his face.

‘It’s Yoongi right?’ His eyes widened slightly when you mentioned him by name. ‘Give my group a listen sometime.’ You bowed again before quickly ducking out of the room.

You had to bite your lip when you heard the boys begin to bicker behind the door, presumably scolding Yoongi for his actions. You laughed quietly and walked away to find your group.

The embarrassing encounter had slipped your mind after a few days, quickly becoming busy with your comeback. You found yourself with a rare free moment during the day, so you decided to spend your break in one of the quieter staff areas.

As you entered the room, you were pleased to find it empty, apart from a hunched over figure in one of the corner chairs. As you stepped closer, you realised that it was Yoongi.

You stopped and took in the younger boy. His eyes were closed and he had his ear phones in, clearly he was also enjoying a moment of peace.

As you stared, you seemed to realise that he was kinda cute and good looking, even in just a casual hoodie and jeans.

As if he could feel someone watching him, Yoongi opened his eyes and stared directly back at you. You blushed at being caught. Looking away, you cleared your throat and rubbed at your arm.

‘Hi Yoongi, nice to see you again.’ He’d taken his ear phones out and gave you a small smile.

‘Are you training hard for your debut? I know It’s not far away.’ You asked sweetly, wanting to make an effort with your fellow label mate. Yoongi raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting you to be interested but he chose to not mention it.

‘Yeah... You know how hard it is to have a good debut and make a good first impression.’ You nodded with a small chuckle. It wasn’t always smooth sailing with your group. Your debut didn’t do as well as you’d hoped at first, but definitely picked up in the weeks after as more and more people discovered you.

An awkward silence fell over the two of you as you just kind of stood in the middle of the room.

‘I listened to your groups music.’ You suddenly perked up at his words, big smile appearing.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. I really liked it.’ It was only a small thing, but it always made you giddy when someone voiced their favour for all your hard work. You took initiative and moved to sit next to the trainee.

‘I’m so glad to hear that!’ He flashed you a gummy smile when you sat next to him.

‘I hope you’ll like our new album too!’

‘I’m sure I will, if it’s even half as good as your others, then it’s going to be amazing!’ This boy was just full of compliments it would seem. It was making you feel all fluffy on the inside.

‘I’ll be supporting your debut too!’ You pulled out your phone and opened the camera.

‘Here! Let’s take a selfie and I’ll post it on my groups Twitter!.’ Yoongi’s eyes widened and leaned away.

‘Ah no, I look a mess right now.’

‘Oh hush! You look cute.’ He went silent but blushed at your compliment, giving in.

You shuffled closer and threw your arm round his shoulder, missing the way his blush deepened at the close contact.

‘There! We look great together, don’t you think?’ You showed him the photo and he could only nod with a smile. The two of you really did look good together. Now that he was looking at you properly, he had to admit that you were beautiful. Not only that but you were obviously talented too. Pretty much perfect in his eyes.

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t be thinking that way about his senior, but as long as he was careful, you would never find out. But eventually, you did find out.

#Bts #Bts x reader #Imagine #One shot #Scenario #Reaction #Drabble #Smut #Fluff #Angst #Kim seokjin #Min yoongi #Jung hoseok #Kim namjoon #Park jimin #Kim taehyuhg #Jeon jungkook #Idol!au

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doubledyke · 3 months

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what kinda music would the eds like?

oh dude

you'll be shocked to learn that all their tastes are based on my own.

to me eddy is a big Music Enjoyer™ and i think he goes through phases, but his overall taste is expansive. he's is obviously into disco - abba, sylvester, bee gees, EWF, kool and the gang, barry white. i see him enjoying old funk/soul/r&b - bootsy collins, the gap band, chaka khan, curtis mayfield, patrice rushen. pop/country oldies - nancy sinatra, dusty springfield, patsy cline, brenda lee, peggy lee, loretta lynn. 40s, 50s & 60s girl groups cuz that's what his mom likes- andrews sisters, mcguire sisters, ronettes, marvelettes, etc. 80s dance - the egyptian lover, pretty tony, debbie deb, newcleus, loose ends, madonna. 90s house and dance - crystal waters, la bouche, lisa stansfield, robin s, real mccoy. other 90s pop - aaliyah, britney, sugar ray, backstreet boys, nsync, aqua, smash mouth ace of base, TLC, destiny's child. a touch of ska with sublime, 311. other random stuff - fatboy slim, louis prima, azalea banks, limp bikit, shaggy, dua lipa (gay), the prodigy. there's so much more honestly but basically anything i like is what eddy likes 😳 he's like the catch all haha.

edd also loves music but i tend to think of stuff that reminds me of him vs. what he would actually listen to. crystal castles to me is edd music because i'm gay and emo but i don't think he'd really listen to them outside of the gothedd au that exists only in my head lmao. things i do think he'd listen to include kraftwerk, aphex twin, boards of canada, daft punk, massive attack, agnes obel, avalanches, burial. most of which he discovers through eddy of course. some outliers might be tool, muse, enya, anita baker (don't ask ok). there's other stuff i'm sure but that's probably enough for now.

ed is harder for me to nail down cuz i see him as mostly a rock/metal fan and even though i grew up listening to it, i've never gone super deep into the genre tbh. his favorite bands are primus and death grips. others would be alice in chains, nirvana, SOAD, melvins, butthole surfers, smashing pumpkins, black sabbath, metallica, rob zombie/white zombie. he might be into other 80s metal, black metal, sludge metal. none of which are anything i listen to so i couldn't tell ya what artists.

BUT other folks have made some great playlists for ed and the eds in general which i'll link here.

@mkorpse13's ed playlist

@mysticbeaver's ed and eddy playlists

@owmylasagna-blog's playlists for all the eds

@fish-bowl-2 has a great playlist for general eene vibes as well

my playlists for all three are here. not super long but i might add to them at some point.

#the manic thought crossed my mind the other day about making a side blog for people to submit their eene songs and playlists to #but idk if anyone is into it/if i'd have the brain power to do it

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lycoris-artcorner · 8 months

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Empyrean Suit is just such an impressive piece of music. Both concept and a melody itself. Created from a handful of notes in few comic panels and brought to life by fans in different interpretations, it's just fascinating and to listen to. Every variant has its unique charm, some more upbeat and orchestral, some more mournful and techno, some right in gloomy and suffocating, but all have in its core recognizable rhythm that connects them all. Those few scratches of notes that make Empyrean Suit what it is

A song that calms down, brings in the moment, sends into wistful dreamscape, melancholic and beautiful ode to past. Makes to think about what was, what could be and what is now. Simply wonderful experience

And to think such music originated from race of giant robotic aliens to celebrate past and eventually became a broadly recognizable leitmotif of famously sadistic decepticon group. It gives another layer to this incredible phenomenon of music. Once a beautiful melody, now annunciator of horrible death and a last thing that tortured spark hears before its end. Once created to celebrate history, now accompanied by screams of agony of those who fell victims to Decepticon Justice Division

“It always ends the same way. After the torture, I rouse them with a spot of music... and then whisper them to death. That's the routine. It's what people come to expect. As Vos used to say [Old Cybertronian]”

“«The Empyrean Suit - The Fourth Movement». It's become our leitmotif, or, as Helix calls it, our theme song. It's said to be composed by Eucryphia to celebrate Prima's Citadel of Light. An ode to the grand duchies of Cybertron. A pean to the Thirteen Tribes.”

“Urgh. Still, as Megatron once said to me, even the debauched and fatuous society can, on occasion, produce something beautiful.”

“Is it beautiful? I used to think so. These days it barely registers. I have played it to death.”

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 4 months

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🔸December 21, 1974 – Melody Maker

Freddie Mercury: Queen Bee

by Caroline Coon

THERE’S nothing like a dearth of hero-stars to make a media industry writhe with despondency. Film moguls, unable to find successors to Monroe and Gable, are making a cult of anti-stars. But the pop industry needs the potent elixir, the excitement of using honest superlatives to sear through the blood, lifting the spirits. And pop scribes, like damp, weary pilgrims waiting for the dawn, have been aching to crown a new hero.

Then, just when the prognosis looked direst, with a dazzling whoooosh, darlings, up popped Freddie Mercury.

Suddenly we’ve discovered in our midst an exotic prancer, a quixotic chancer, an electronic Elgar who has penned some of the gaudiest, soaring rock and roll anthems to be heard in a decade.

Freddie, known for his meticulous attention to detail, couldn’t have planned his heir apparency better. He’s paid his dues. With Queen (Brian May — guitar, John Deacon — bass, Roger Taylor — drums) he’s had four years to survey the scene and build up the frenzied grass-roots following which left him impervious to the lack of affection in other quarters. However, with the delivery of Sheer Heart Attack, all the vehement dampeners with which critics received Queen’s two previous offerings have turned to outpourings of unrestrained enthusiasm.

Freddie’s wearing tight oyster grey satin pants, an antique market cream satin blouse and a scarlet velvet Victorian bed jacket. His hair is cormorant black, he flashes ebony eyes and his smile reveals a row of pearly white teeth which look ready to plunge into a meal of little girl burgers. He’s tapping the carpet with one white boot, the tabletop with a pen and for a moment I wonder anxiously whether I’m facing an irked prima donna. But “no, Mercury isn’t my real name, dear. I changed it from Pluto,” Freddie jibes. His gentle, deadpan camperie breaks the ice.

When you first formed Queen, did you aim pretty high, I asked. “That’s it. The whole group aimed for the top slot. We’re not going to be content with anything less. That’s what we’re striving for. It’s got to be there. I definitely know we’ve got it in the music, we’re original enough… and, now we’re proving it,” said Freddie, being uncharacteristically forceful.

You must have had a lot of self confidence? “You have to have confidence in this business. It’s USELESS saying you don’t need it. If you start saying to yourself ‘maybe I’m not good enough, maybe I’d better settle for second place,’ it’s no good. If you like the icing on the top, you’ve got to have confidence. I was a precocious child. My parents thought boarding school would do me good so they sent me to one when I was seven, dear. I look back on it and I think it was marvellous. You learn to look after yourself and it taught me to have responsibility.”

Your background is quite affluent then? “No it wasn’t as affluent as people think. It was middle-class. But I suppose I gave the appearance of being affluent. I love that. I still do. It’s all part of how you feel and how you project yourself.”

Freddie left boarding school when he was 16. He studied classical piano, to Grade 4, but being an arty lad, his parents encouraged him to develop this creative talent. “I went to Ealing Art School a year after Peter Townshend left. Music was a sideline to everything we did. The school was a breeding ground for musicians. I listened to Hendrix, really. I got my diploma and then I thought I’d chance it as a freelance artist. I tried. I did it for a couple of months, but I’d done it for so long I thought ‘my God, I’ve done enough.’ The interest wasn’t there. And the music thing just grew and grew. Finally I said ‘right, I’m taking the plunge, it’s music.’ I’m one of those people believes in doing those things which interest you. Music is so interesting, dear.”

Were you always a bit of a performer? “Well, on stage I just click. To be honest, performing comes quite easily realty. It doesn’t take me that much. I mean, I know it sounds conceited and there are a lot of setbacks and a lot of strains and nerves, but not nearly as much as there used to be. Now we are a headline band we know people have come to see us. Being support is one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.”

Yes, it seems as it the strain took its toll. Brian dropped out of the first American tour with hepatitis and Freddie was plagued with boils. “I tell you, I feel the after-effects of touring. We finished the British tour last night and I feel as if I’ve done a marathon every night. I’ve got bruises everywhere. Because it’s the music that matters, you’ve got to make sure there are key people around you, taking care of you.”

And now, what about the spectre of your success? Does it loom before you and keep you awake at night? “Quite often I have quite vicious nightmares — like the other night just before the Rainbow concert. We were sleeping in the Holiday Inn and I dreamed I went out on to the hotel balcony and the whole thing fell and I was a heap on the pavement. Really I was petrified when I woke up in the morning. And Roger has this nightmare where he’s drinking a bottle of Coke and the bottle smashes and he has broken glass all the way down his system. Ridiculous sort of things like that are caused by the tension which builds up.”

With all the energy you’re going to be putting into touring in Europe and America in the next few months, are you going to find the time to write? “Well, I don’t ever really sit down at the piano and say ‘right, I’ve got to write a song now.’ I feel a few things and I have ideas. It’s very hard to explain but there are always various ideas going through my head. ‘Killer Queen’ was one song which was really out of the format that I usually write in. Usually the music comes first, but the words came to me, and the sophisticated style that I wanted to put across in the song, came first. No, I’d never really met a woman like that. A lot of my songs are fantasy. I can dream up all kinds of things. That’s the kind of world I live in. It’s very sort of flamboyant, and that’s the kind of way I write. I love it.

“You don’t need money to give an air of being… ” he pauses, as if he’s afraid of revealing too much about himself. “I don’t know — sort of extreme. The showbiz thing of walking into a room and making sure that people know you’re there. I love being able to let myself go at times. The ideal thing for a group that is successful is to churn out more of the formula that worked. But we want to progress in our own terms.”

Will you have to take time off to write new songs? “It depends. Nobody knew we were going to be told we had two weeks to write Sheer Heart Attack. And we had too — it was only thing we could do. Brian was in hospital.”

What do you feel like under that kind of pressure? “Well, ‘Killer Queen’ I wrote in one night. I’m not being conceited or anything, but it just fell into place. Certain songs do. Now, ‘March Of The Black Queen’, that took ages. I had to give it everything, to be self indulgent or whatever. But with ‘Killer Queen’, I scribbled down the words in the dark one Saturday night and the next morning I got them all together and I worked all day Sunday and that was it. I’d got it. It gelled. It was great. Certain things Just come together, but other things you have to work for. The whole band is very particular. We don’t go in for half measures and I’m very hard with myself. There’re no compromises. If I thought a song wasn’t quite right, I’d discard it. I’m very intricate and delicate. You can see that in my paintings. I love painters like Richard Dadd, Mucha and Dali, and I love Arthur Rackham.”

You’re on the way to being a huge androgynous sex symbol. What does it feel like to know that there are thousand’s of lads and lassies out there who want a piece of you for themselves? “It’s a great feeling. I play on the bisexual thing because it’s something else, it’s fun. But I don’t put on the show because I feel I have to and the last thing I want to do is give people an idea of exactly who I am. I want people to work out their own interpretation of me and my image. I don’t want to build a frame around myself and say ‘this is what I am’ or ‘this is all I am.’

“To be honest. I’d like people to think there, is no falsity in me, because what I do is really my character. But I think mystique, not knowing the truth about someone, is very appealing. I’d be doing myself an injustice if I didn’t wear make-up because some people think it’s wrong. Even to talk about being gay used to be obnoxious and unheard of. But gone are those days. There’s a lot of freedom today and you can put yourself across anyway you want to. But I haven’t CHOSEN this image. I’m myself and in fact half the time I let the wind take me.

“I don’t go out to have very gay company but, I tell you, in this business it’s very hard to find friends — to have loyal friends and to keep them. Among my friends are a lot of gay people and a lot of girls and a lot of OLD men. The man I have as a chauffeur — we’ve, built up such a bond, it’s a kind of love, and I don’t care what people think about it. Putting people in different categories is unfair. You have to judge people on what they are.”

What kind of person are you? “How do you expect me to answer a question like that, dear! There are various aspects of me. The thing I treasure most, above music, is meeting people. I like being sociable, going out to functions and things and, generally, I’m likeable I think. But I can change and be very moody and obnoxious. I’m a sort of chameleon. Success is teaching me a lot of things and I’m adapting. You’ve got to learn to come up with decisions very quickly. There’s no beating about the bush in this business.”

Do you think you’re in control of the success trip? “We’re going to try to control it as much as we can. You’ve got to make sure that you don’t ever admit to yourself that this is your peak. If you admit to yourself that this your peak, then you’re on the way down. I really feel that we have so much more to offer. There’s masses waiting in store that we can give.”

How do you feel about the superstar label? “Honestly, labels like that are touch and go with us. We’ve been labelled so many different things and labels are as bad as they are good. If you took labels seriously, you’d be very silly. We were labelled ‘hype’ in the early days. We took offence, but we didn’t take it seriously because we knew what we were about.”

You told me earlier that you love affluence. Now that you’re on the way to becoming a very rich man, what are you going to do with your money?

“Spend it, my dear. I’m the one member of the band for whom money isn’t very endearing. I’m the one who spends it straight off. It just goes. On clothes and I like nice things around me.”

Pic: 1974 - Freddie Mercury posing

#melody maker #1974 #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #freddie mercury interview 1974

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cross-armageddon · 6 months

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Prima Vista

meaning: at first sight, in music: sight reading; the practice of reading and performing of a piece in a music notation that the performer has not seen or learned before

A neo-classical group of boys wanting to be recognized, by the right people, on their own terms - by reshaping the classical scene anew.

This is my Project Sekai original unit - Prima Vista! Their Sekai is the Abandoned Castle Sekai, with their Untitled being called 「Turning A New Page」. Their leading feeling is the need for recognition - each of them have different motivations, but they all join in music.

This is them!

Kaii Kotebiki

Hayato Edogawa

(DISCLAIMER: Prima has been written long before the 3rd Anniversary. Kamiyama classes in the Prima universe are SLIGHTLY different than canon.

Nene/An: 2-A -> 2-B

Akito: 2-A -> 2-C

Mizuki/Toya: 2-B -> 2-C

Everything else stays the same as canon.)

Ranmaru Tokuse

Ikuo Heiru

You can read the Main Story here!

At the time of the Main Story, there are 3 Vocaloids inside the Abandoned Castle Sekai, including Hatsune Miku!

When you're done reading that...

You can enjoy the Event Stories!

And if THAT's not enough... I, uh... Well! Let's say I don't recommend binging!

However, as a bonus, I have a playlist of songs Prima would cover!

On tumblr I will update with maybe some additional content, so look out for that!

#project sekai #prsk fa #prsk oc #project sekai oc #prima vista #hatsune miku #kaii kotebiki #hayato edogawa #ranmaru tokuse #ikuo heiru #prsk

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soulmusicsongs · 3 days

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Soul Around The World in 20 tracks

Soul music became popular around the world, influencing countless artists across the world. We’ve put together a list with awesome soul tracks form Africa, Asia, Europa and Latin America.

Soul Around The World

Aiye People - Tirogo (Aiyé People, 1978) - Nigeria

Asif Aabas - Idir (Ay Arrac Nneɣ…, 1979) - Algeria

Assounon Djê Dokoli - Honore Avolonto Et L'Orchestre Black Santiago(Honore Avolonto Et L'Orchestre Black Santiago, 1978) - Benin

Cosa Nostra - Erlon Chaves E Sua Banda Veneno (Banda Veneno De Erlon Chaves, 1971) - Brasil

Emakhaya - The Heshoo Beshoo Group (Armitage Road, 1970) - South Africa

I Remember Otis - Big Jullien And His All Star (Riviera Sound N°1, 1970) - France

Kilimandjaro My Home - Eko (Kilimandjaro My Home, 1977) - Cameroon

Labhante - Camayenne Sofa (A Grands Pas, 1983) - Guinea

Mad Man - Born Free (Mukaziwa Chingoni, 1975) - Zambia

Lets Be Free - Aktion (Celebration, 1977)

Mousso Koroba Tike - Volta Jazz (Zan Ka Mousso Ko / Mousso Koroba Tike, 1974) - Upper Volta

Obeten Kokuroko - Obeede Express (Obeten Kokuroko, 197?) - Nigeria

Ou Kaas - Themba Mokoena (Themba, 1976).- South Africa

Samba Jambo - Jorge Mautner (Mil E Uma Noites De Bagdá, 1976) - Brasil

Santana Love - Apollo International Band Of Ghana (Santana Love, 1986) - Nigeria

Sexy Dracula - Monsieur Goraguer (Sexy Dracula / Sexy Dracula (Instrumental) 1976) - France

She Sold Her Soul - Cizaña (She Sold Her Soul / Lamento De Un Guajiro, 197?) - Panama

Tema Del Lupo - Ivano Alberto Fossati &Oscar Prudente (Poco Prima Dell'Aurora, 1973) - Italy

Umlazi - Freeway (Abahambi "Balomhlaba", 1977) - South Africa

You People - Black Truth Rhythm Band (Ifetayo "Love Excells All", 1976) - Trinidad

More Soul Around The World

Soul Around The World

Soul Around The World in 34 songs

Soul Around The World in 27 Songs

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Soul Around The World in 22 tracks

Soul Around The World in 33 songs

#Soul Around The World #Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music #Music Songs

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clockwrkcabaret · 18 days

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Rabid Rabbit

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 03.31.24.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

Patti Smith Group – Easter

Tom Waits – Chocolate Jesus

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys – Bunny and Hyde

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Henry Lee (Featuring PJ Harvey)

Morphine – Buena

Leonard Cohen – Tower of Song

Shilpa Ray – Cry For The Cameras

Man Man – 10 lb. Moustache

Murder By Death – Dead Men and Sinners

Glenn Miller – Moonlight Serenade

Max Raabe & Palast Orchester – The Best Things In Life Are Free

Paolo Conte – Via Con Me

Eartha Kitt – Je Cherche un Homme (I Want a Man)

Lee Presson & The Nails – It’s a Sin To Tell a Lie

Cherry Poppin’ Daddies – Zoot Suit Riot

Louis Prima & Keely Smith – That Old Black Magic

The Puppini Sisters – Accentuate the Positive

DeVotchKa – Somethin’ Stupid

Mad Tea Party – Bunny Moves On

The English Beat – Save It For Later

Electric Light Orchestra – Mr. Blue Sky

The Clash – Hateful

Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody

The Romantics – What I Like About You

Heart – Barracuda

The Monkees – (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone

Hattie & Goggy – She’s a Bunny

Check out this episode!

#alternative #Comedy #dark americana #folk #indie #Mad Wasp Radio #music #neo vintage #punk #Steampunk

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xxplaugexx · 1 year

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New Years at the Price Residence

pairings; john price x afrolatina! reader the 141 platonic x reader

warnings; some swearing

word count; 409

unedited

New years was always in full swing at the Price Residence.

You usually flew out your entire family, and John usually called his sister, her family, and Gaz.

This year, out of the pure generosity of your heart you made a suggestion. “How about you invite the boys over?”

“I beg your pardon?”

You’d met The 141 and Los Vaqueros once. It was the week before christmas, and John wanted to come home immediately to surprise you. Turns out, that meant bringing the task force with him.

“Momma!”

“Piss off, Gaz.”

“Ooh, cheeky.”

You’d actually gotten along with them quite well. And they never understood how the captain bagged you. You were smart, funny, beautiful, and Soap had a hard time believing you weren’t being paid to be with him.

And now it was a few minutes to midnight, two glasses of champagne in your hand as you made your way to the backyard where the boys resided. She handed one glass to John as Soap told some random story.

“And then she got hit by a bus.” He was talking to Ghost who looked incredibly unimpressed.

“Who are you talking about, MacTavish?”

“Regina George. Ghost’s never seen Mean Girls.”

“Does he look like the type of person to have seen Mean Girls?” Gaz asked. Ghost looked at hi

m as if to say, ‘Exactly, he sounds stupid.’

“I came out to say we’re about to countdown to midnight.” You told the group and they nodded and stood up, following you back in the house.

Glasses of champagne, black and gold decorations, and little finger food filled the home as Spanish music filled your ears, slightly drowned out by the countdown broadcast on T.V.

Your mother was talking with Gaz, as always, and you were ninety percent sure your prima was flirting with Soap, who was entirely oblivious. It was serene. You were glad these were the people you’d be ringing in the new year with.

Someone screamed ‘TWENTY SECONDS’ and all the guests practically ran into the living room as the count down from ten began.

10….9….8….

This was it, 2023.

6…..5…4…

What a year it has been.

3…2…1

“Happy New Year.!!” The room burst into cheers, as John wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft like usual, but full of a new kind of joy and passion.

“Please get a room.”

“Gaz. Piss. Off.”

a/n; thanks for reading and a happy happy new year to you all. this year was incredibly difficult for me and after i began sharing my writing the kind words sort of uplifted my spirits.

expect more from me in the year to come. not consistency but more. im also in the middle of writing a novel…not sure if i’ll publish it but we shall see.

im thankful for you all and happy to see where 2023 will take us

para siempre y jamás

goddess

#cod #cod mw #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #afrolatina #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish #happy new year #new years 2023 #goddess

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mikunology · 1 year

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ok I’m gonna take the likes on that post I made as a yes so

a few of my other ideas for Vocal Android episode plots under the cut! reminder that these are only ideas, I’m not a master writer or anything-

there’s actually more than this but I wanted to put stuff where I’m actually like “ok this could be a solid premise”

“Hate It! Hate It! Huge Ego!” - Una gets jealous of Miku, Rin and Len getting asked by the Event Committee to headline the school sports festival, leading her to attract a Module that turns her into a monster.

“Turkish March -It’s Over- \(^o^)/” - Miku gets serious nerves when the group has to perform a concert for a very influential classical musician.

“A Song of Wastelands, Forests, and Magic” - After a few weeks of having no free time because of crimefighting, Miku becomes determined to make the class trip to the mountains a relaxing one, come hell or high water.

“ONLINE GAME ADDICTS SPRECHCHOR” - Rin, Len and Miku gets hooked on a new VR MMORPG game that’s hit the market, but they end up having to go inside the game itself when a mysterious virus starts holding players hostage inside the game.

“Panda Hero” - When Gumi’s school softball team starts falling behind, Gumi creates some robots to help them improve their game - except the robots go rogue and try to become the new softball team, causing her to enlist the Cryptons’ help in beating the machines.

“Ai Dee” - Miku and Luka get a chance to model for a popular fashion designer holding a show in town, Chika. However, Luka starts to notice something’s very off about Chika.

“Weekender Girl” - Miku tries every trick she can think of to get into a newly-opened club in town that doesn’t allow robots.

“Paris Cinema Girl” - A foreign exchange student named Kokone arrives on the scene and hires the Cryptons to star in a commercial for her family’s chocolate company. Meanwhile, hearing about Kokone’s upper-class status, Dex and Daina attempt to get involved.

“Nostalogic” - Miku stumbles upon a video disc in the basement of Meiko when she was a one-hit wonder teen idol. The kids then team up to convince Meiko to take the stage one more time.

“Happy Halloween” - The kids join the Kenmochi Investigation Club in a ghost hunt at the school for a supposed spirit haunting the gym.

“Dance Robot Dance” - The Crypton Crew take a trip to a robotics exhibit in town as part of Crypton’s showcase, but things go awry when Dialtone hijacks the headliner mech robot.

“Ohedo Julia Night” - The team gets a gig performing at the local obon festival, but Miku’s attempt to join the festivities before showtime becomes interrupted by Dex and Daina pulling a raid. Meanwhile, Gumi and Kokone wage battle for getting to see fireworks with Len.

“Dramaturgy” - Miku and friends visit a theater in town to learn more about musical theater and opera. Unfortunately, it becomes more of a showdown against their teacher’s snobby star student, Prima.

“Super Charge Macher” - Miku gets the opportunity to guest at a grand prix race that Rin and Len happen to be participating in, but ends up having to leap in when she realizes two rival racers are trying to run everyone off the track.

“Newly Edgy Idols” - Miku, Rin, and Luka participate as guest judges at a freelance idol contest, with the winner getting signed to a popular label. However, the girls quickly realize that the idols are acting unusually hostile to each other…

“Burenai Ai de” - Dialtone attempts to take over every screen in Sapporo with the help of some new tech during an important televised concert, causing Miku to go inside the infrastructure of Sapporo’s TV waves to save the day.

#vocal android verse #i hope i won't regret posting this

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As the crowd disperses either to dance or seek other diversions, you stand still a moment, wavering. You really should start looking for this hidden room; who knows how long it will take to discover it, let alone break in? But the temptation is too strong and you turn towards the direction the Duke indicated for the east wing, determined to find this Luna.

You do have all night, after all.

You’re not the only one walking towards the east wing, either. You follow a group of people who appear to know the way, up a gleaming staircase and down several halls. Many of the rooms have doors standing open with partygoers inside, drinking or playing games or watching another entertainer perform. As you pass one room, you catch a glimpse of a woman in a long glittering dress draped over a couch. A man kneels next to her and feeds her something dark and wet out of a wooden bowl that stains the edges of his sleeve crimson, but the door shuts before you can tell what it is. Finally, you reach a room with a sign propped on an easel next to the door that proclaims that Luna, the Ecdysial Ecstasy will be performing within.

A woman – presumably Luna - stands in the middle of the room on a slightly raised platform that is bare except for a cushioned stool. Chairs surround her in a semi-circle and you take one of the few remaining seats. Music plays softly from seemingly nowhere as you glance around the room. The walls are draped with dark velvet, muffling all sound, and several candelabras surround the platform. Luna still does not speak or otherwise acknowledge the presence of the audience. She is dressed in a white lace corset with a sheer, gauzy skirt that reveals more than it covers. Her mask is a very light shade of green, with an odd embroidery beneath each eye that looks like a second set of eyes picked out in black and yellow thread. She is also, you notice, barefoot. At some unknown sign, the music grows louder as the gas lamps are turned down and the murmured conversation dies out immediately as everyone’s attention is fixed on Luna.

The dance begins.

She bends and sways and spins, sending her skirt floating after her like the tail of a comet. Luna moves with the grace of a prima ballerina, sensual, captivating. She removes her skirt with a flourish and it floats gently as a feather to the ground.

Luna puts one foot onto the cushioned stool and reaches for the top of her thigh as if to remove a stocking, though her legs are bare. Instead, to your astonishment she begins to roll the skin of her thigh down with seductive deliberation, revealing delicate sinew and red-gleaming muscle. There is very little blood, just the slow and steady divesting of flesh. The skin of her arms she removes one finger at a time as if tugging off opera gloves. The audience watches in rapt silence as the flayed woman continues dancing, leaving bloody footprints on the platform. She treats the peeling off of her skin as if it was as painless and tantalizing as the removal of her clothes – and it is.

It’s beautiful. It’s horrific. It’s violent and elegant and you can’t stop watching, your mind ablaze with fascination.

Luna turns her back to you with exaggerated coyness despite the fact that she is more naked than is possible by merely undressing and undoes her corset, letting it fall away. There’s something on her back, spreading across her shoulderblades and down her spine; you can’t get a good look at it in the flickering candlelight but the shifting shadows make it appear to writhe slightly, as if something is pressing against the underside of her skin and is -desperate to burst free. She slowly reaches behind her to the middle of her back, hips swaying to the music, and pulls. The drums begin to pound and your heart pounds with it, everything feeling as though it is building to something, the tension growing tighter and tighter until your every nerve is pulled taut. Something is about to happen, but you don’t know what. You realize you are holding your breath, leaning forward in your seat in anticipation.

And a pair of pale green moth wings unfurls from Luna’s back, the motion as sharp and smoothly elegant as a woman snapping open a fan. It sends a fine spray of blood over the people sitting in the first two rows, but they do not appear to notice the blood now staining their masks. The wings, several feet in diameter, stretch and shudder, still dripping blood from the tail on the lower set of wings. There is no mistaking that they are not a costume but attached to the exposed muscle of Luna’s back. She strikes several poses so the audience can better admire her wings, her metamorphosis complete. You can see her muscles tense and pull as she moves; she is fully naked besides her mask, not even her skin keeping her from the hungry eyes around you.

Finally the song draws to a close and Luna dips into a bow, her wings fluttering slightly. The audience claps with enthusiasm, and for the first time Luna smiles. The gas lamps are turned up again and the rest of the audience gets to their feet and begins to file out of the room. Some people talk animatedly to their companions, raving about her performance and declaring it even better than last year’s, while others nearly stumble out, looking as stunned as you feel.

You walk out of the room, mind reeling. Every terrible rumor you’ve heard about this night, the stories told in hushed whispers and dismissed with a nervous laugh, you’re beginning to think are true after all. You’ve never seen anything like this before, never dreamed such a thing was even possible. And yet...you know what you saw. This wasn’t a costume or some stage magician’s trick, you just saw a real woman take off her skin like it was nothing more than fabric to be discarded with a teasing glance.

Perhaps this experience has made you even more determined to steal what you can from the Duke, since now it seems the worth of his treasures is far beyond what you originally estimated. Or has what you’ve witnessed lit a fire in you that has yet to burn out? Will your feet carry you almost unconsciously on to the next spectacle?

well I’m definitely still here to steal. And I’m going to steal. I take my work very seriously. but holy shit…… I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’m probably never going to have another chance to see a place like this again. there won’t be any harm in exploring a little….. especially since I don’t know the layout of the mansion, after all. hard to know where a secret room is if I’m just running around haphazardly. my best bet is probably to wander around a little and get the lay of the land, watch how other people are coming and going. especially servants or anyone who seems like they may be more than just a guest - they might unconsciously lead me right where I’m trying to go.

and if I have some fun while I’m working and check out more creepy circus acts….. well who could blame me? it’ll probably even make me look less suspicious if I’m actually participating in the night’s events. part of me knows that I’m just talking myself into this because I really want to see more of this ball, but the rest of me ignores that little voice and keeps talking myself into it. I take a sip of the drink in my hand and follow the crowd into the next room

#GUYS THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S WRITING ALL OF THIS FOR ME #SHE’S WRITING A BOOK FOR ME IN ORDER TO PUT ME IN SITUATIONS #and it’s so good her writing is INCREDIBLE #like are y’all READING THIS do you see how perfect she is #she wrote me a love letter too #everything she does is amazing #this is 1000 words long and includes everything I like like there are thieves and cool outfits and magic and parties and cults and flaying #like #holy shit I’m never getting over this

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