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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 months

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Wake n' Bake**

✨Just horny smut ✨

Warning: Drug use (weed), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of sex

WC: 1.4k

You were tingling all over as you made your way from the bedroom to Harry’s music room. You saw your dog shoot up from the warm little square on the carpet where the sun always hit right at noon.

“Chill, s’just me, Jojo.” You said comfortingly to your mini schnauzer. And with that he yawned and laid back down. You giggled and then you giggled some more because you had giggled.

Suddenly you could feel every fiber of the soft carpet on your feet and you were very aware of your eyelashes and of the intense pulse of your pussy. You were fucking wet, it tickled a bit between your lips from the all too easy glide. You hummed in satisfaction as you saw him hunched over the piano.

“Hey baby.” He greeted you before you announced yourself. It was amusing to you that he could sense you, you could sense him too.

“Hiya. What’re you up to?”

“Just…seeing if I have anything good…here…” he said as he looked through scribbles of music notes on those pre-staved sheets.

“Mmmm…”

“Did you just wake up?” He asked and you smiled as you came up beside him and gently scratched at his head.

“Yep. Kinda wore me out last night.” You said and he chuckled.

“That’s what she said.” He mumbled very sarcastically.

“It’s true! My arms feel like noodles! Couldn’t even pick up my water jug.” You complained.

“I told you not to try to match my reps” he said with a smirk, you could hear it in his voice.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” You said and he turned to you and you smiled. But then he smiled wider, his eyes crinkled at the sides and his dimples carved into the spots beside his toothy grin.

“Are you high?” He asked in amusement and you giggled and nodded.

“I was listening to the new Kacey Musgraves song when I showered the other night and she said something about “wake & bake” and I’ve never done that before and it sounded so fucking nice. So I proposed to myself to give it a try. So I went to the dispensary yesterday and got myself a rapid onset gummy pack and now I’m really, really high.” You explained and he sputtered on a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes all are lidded and glassy.” He pointed out, “You didn’t eat before?”

“No. Just brushed my teeth and ate it.”

“So it’s gonna be a long while.”

“God, I hope so.” You said and he chuckled. And after he settled you ran your hand down to his cheek and cupped it in your hand. “I had actually come down here for a purpose, not just to be nosy.” You said and he turned you.

“What d’ya need?” He asked sweetly and you smiled a bit.

“I need you to eat my pussy.” You said candidly and he immediately licked over his lips, “Please. I got so fucking horny. Need you to do it, don’t wanna do it myself.” You said and he stood up and grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss. You were slightly uncoordinated at the moment and he smiled against your mouth as he brought one of his hands down to your shorts. He patted you over your pussy lightly a few times before pushing the center part aside and sliding his fingers right up against your sticky little folds.

“Fuck…” he chuckled in astonishment.

“I know…” you breathed out a laugh and he smiled up at you before pulling down your shorts. You wiggled out of them as he gathered his sheets of music and placed them on a stand just a couple feet away.

“Get on here.” He said patting the bench and you climbed on, “Sit on there.” He said, eying the piano. You listened and then moments later he was adjusting the bench before bringing it up to the keys and plopping down and proceeding to pull your legs apart.

“Baby…” you whined as he gently blew at your sopping little cunt.

“Don’t whine.” He tutted.

“Please… I need you to lick it. Please, Har. Please, baby.” You whined desperately.

“I will, baby. I will.” He appeased you as he got an eyeful of your glistening labia. You were so fucking pretty. Your skin so soft and tender and warm. You smelled nice too, he loved it when he could smell it on his own light beard for the rest of the day until he washed his face at night. You called him gross for it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was proud of wearing you on him like that.

With that image in mind he leaned in and took his first big lick. Bottom to top he laved his tongue slowly, catching every single sensitive bit on you. Your hips stuttered and you hissed as the pleasure rolled through you. It felt more intense now, you could feel the waves rippling down your legs and tickling down your feet. Then he licked over your clit and your head hung back as you moaned softly.

“Yeah baby, right there!” You encouraged him, hips grinding up against him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer as he lapped down to your entrance and wiggled his tongue in. The pretty little tip of his nose bumped your clit over and over as his hot tongue plunged inside of you. “Damn…damn, you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck I’m already getting close.” You rushed out before moaning again. Your tummy was starting to tighten up and he moved away and then sunk two fingers into you without a warning. You moaned and furrowed your brows as he hooked them into your g-spot right away. “Oh god, yes!” You mewled and he groaned before starting to flick at your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back as your body started to tense up. You felt your thighs and abs quivering, the sounds of his fingers plunging into you slow and deep were getting more and more distinguishable. He then started to suck on your puffy, little clit until your brain spazzed out. You swear you forgot to breathe as the tingles became so unbearable that they burst from deep in your core and out to the rest of your body.

“Fuck, baby! Fuck, baby! I’m coming so hard!” You whimpered, “No! No! Keep going!” you pleaded pathetically when he started to slow down. “Make me come again, daddy! I need to come some more.” You begged and he groaned and went faster.

You started to tremble again as he slurped on your over sensitive clit and fucked you with his fingers until your cum started to drip down his forearm.

“Shit!” He cursed lowly and quickly picked you up to get you off the piano. You whined at the emptiness but moments later you were on the ground and he was burying his fingers back into you and rubbing them around before he started to fuck you again. “Come for me, baby. Give me another one.”

You started to wither moments later. And once again he picked up the pace, going harder than before and next thing you knew, your breath was hitching and you were frozen as the most overwhelming pressure piqued inside of you. Your legs fell open wide and you started to squirt.

“Fuck yeah, baby…good, girl. Make a mess f’me.” Harry mumbled lowly against you as the intense spurts started to dwindle. You immediately started to tremble in over stimulation and he laughed before engulfing your clit between his lips.

“Harry! Fuuuuuck!” You shrieked and he was smiling as your eyes welled up and you squeezed them shut before you started to come. You gasped and writhed and sobbed as he held you down and forced you through that orgasm. “Please…please, I can’t stand it!” You whispered pitifully and he started to lighten up. “Oh my god…thank you. Thank you…” you panted as he lapped at you very gently.

“Course, baby.” He whispered before kissing your mound. He helped you sit up and then pulled you into his arms. His cheek was smushed into your head, “You should get high more. Like how horny you get.” He said snd you giggled.

“Honestly, me too.” You concluded, “Do you want to go have sex? Really erotic sex?”

“Yes, but I wanna be high too.” He said and you smiled. “Can I come inside you?” He asked with a hopeful grin and you pressed your forehead into his and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d really love that actually.” You hummed and he smirked.

“Of course you would.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “C’mon, let’s get back in bed then so I can stuff your slutty pussy full.”

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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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this might be a lil different then what you usually get but maybe some nsfw content with elliot and farmer where farmer is attracted to elliot’s hands but is shy about it and ultimately he catches on and leans into it while they get spicy 🤭

NSFW / NSFT (Beware of typos) GN! Reader

I glide my fingers across my piano, plucking each key softly but with a hint of flare. I know the farmer stands behind me, their hands joined together and hanging in front of their stomach. They smile down at me, nodding along with the notes–

But what I play is an assortment of nothingness, a mix of notes that don’t come together to create any actual music. It is absolutely horrid to my ears, and yet… I don’t miss the heated looks the farmer gives me.

No–

Not me.

My hands.

I chuckle softly, the farmer unaware that I know of their dirty little secret. It didn’t take long to catch on.

At first I assumed they liked my hair, for any time that I would run my hands through it they would watch with wonder. But then their eyes would track after my hands; pulling on the collar of my shirt, handing them a sheet of paper, gripping an apple as I bit into it– always watching my hands.

“Do you like it?” I asked and paused my playing, my fingers gently stroking up and down the keys but not pressing hard enough to create any sound.

The farmer nodded very eagerly, grinning at me as they spoke. “I do! It’s very beautiful!”

Hah. The little liar.

I spun around in the chair, bringing my hands to my lap where I then whipped my palms over my trousers. They weren’t actually sweaty by any means, of course not, I only wished to bring the farmers attention to my groin as I slid my hands even higher up my own thighs.

Admittedly, this was a first for me. Attempting to turn another on simply by flexing and showcasing my hands. My fingers were thin but long, soft from years of skincare, and my fingernails were slightly stained with ink... I didn’t see the appeal– but as my hands rested above my groin, openly laying against my thickening cock… I saw the farmer gulp.

“I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as I once was,” I lied. “Perhaps these old hands of mine aren’t as trained as they once were.” I brought my hands up in front of me, twisting them this way and that, an obvious display before hungry eyes.

“You play beautifully, Elliott,” the farmer mumbled, their attention solely on my hands and not the words that I spoke.

“Do you think so?” I asked with an overly dramatic sigh. “I think I need more practice with my… fingering.”

Oh that did it. The farmer quickly looked away, biting their lip and cursing under their breath.

I smirked and stood, moving along past them and began pretending to make us tea. “Unfortunately, my writing doesn’t give me much time to work on my fingering skills; and really it’s so much more useful to have someone to practice with.” I turned back to them, smiling as I continued, “I very much appreciate you allowing me to try my fingering with you, my dear farmer.”

“I-” they paused, shaking their head a little as if they could will away any impure thoughts. “Anytime, Elliott.”

“Oh shoot,” I focused back on my tea. “I don’t have any clean spoons.” The farmer watched with wide eyes as I opened my jar of honey, scooping two fingers inside carelessly. “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked and let the honey drip from my fingers and into one of the mugs.

“Don’t mind, no. I don’t mind,” the farmer spurted out, about to say more but their body freezing before they could.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, sliding my fingers past my tips. I moaned around the honey that coated them and opened my mouth to let the farmer watch as I rolled my tongue over my fingers to lick them clean. “Mh, your farm really does make the best honey.”

They continued to stare at me, their own hands twitching at their sides as they watched– absolutely entranced as I teased them.

I took a step toward them, a new idea taking hold as I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Taste it.” My voice was low, a whisper as I brought the same fingers to their lips. The honey no longer remaining, but the demand and fire within me urging them to suck on my fingers.

The farmer opened their mouth slowly, their tongue darting out to lick my fingers before I eased them fully into their mouth. “Very good, darling.” My praise had them closing their eyes and sucking a little harder. “Keep going.”

Every brush of their tongue sent sparks down my body, my zipper tight against me now as I watched them and imagined something else. The farmer stepped closer, my fingers sliding down their throat now but they only continued to suck. Their hands went to my hips, their fingernails digging into my belt as they worked my fingers in their mouth. Little bites were adding into the mix, gentle, and deliciously sinful bites that had me sliding another finger into their mouth.

“So talented, aren’t you?”

With that, the farmer pulled back, gasping and heated as they gazed back at me. “Elliott–”

“Remove your clothing and get on the bed,” I muttered and removed my jacket. “Now.”

The farmer scrambled away from me, tossing their clothing about my cabin and then sat at the edge of my bed, waiting like a perfectly trained submissive. Something we may have to explore another time.

“On your back,” I told them and worked the buttons of my shirt.

They listened so well, pulling themselves into the middle of my bed, going so far as to spread their legs and present themselves to me. Their chest heaving, their eyes glossed over with pure desire. Fuck, I don’t know how I was going to control myself with someone so perfect before me like this. We had never been together before, not even a single kiss but–

They were so eager, so willing, so positively devilish before me that I could do nothing but cave.

I crawled into the bed, leaving my trousers on; as this wasn’t for me.

This was for them.

With my fingers already wet, I eased a single finger into their entrance. I watched in awe as they opened for me, their thighs already shaking with need, their moans quiet but desperate as I curled my finger towards myself and against their walls. They watched as I worked them open, gasping as I eased a second finger in, moaning as I gripped their thigh with my free hand and squeezed them lightly.

I worked my fingers more quickly, sliding them in and out, circling around their entrance, pushing down and slipping in yet another finger as I continued to please them. My cock rock hard against the fly of my jeans, my hips bucking softly into the mattress to follow after them as I seek some kind of release. I wanted to drop my head between their legs, to finally taste their sweetness as I fingered them–

But the way they watched my hands!

I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they stared down and watched as I fingered their entrance with ease. My long fingers slipping in and out, covered in a mix of our spit and their bodily fluid. A complete mess before me, and oh how I loved it!

“E-Elliott!” They cried out, their body going tense, their breath hitching, the soles of their feet pressing down into my mattress. As their eyes closed I finally gave in and quickly added my tongue to the mix. Their moans came out louder than before, their bottom lifting ever so slightly from the bed as they finished. I was groaning to myself, humping the bed like a starving man, cumming in my boxers as I finished just after them.

The farmer laid panting, sweat on their brow and across their collar bone. I carefully slid my fingers out, smiling to myself as they let out a weak little moan. I moved to lay beside them, my clean hand going to their cheek and aiming their face towards my own; and I kissed them. The farmer sighed against my lips, exhausted from our session, but eager as they moved their lips with my own. It may not have been the piano practice I had in mind… but I was glad to finally have someone to practice on.

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marlinspirkhall · 1 year

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hi i saw a post of yours about your dyslexia and how reading and writing isn’t the only symptom. how does dyslexia affect you personally?

[This is a really long post, I didn't expect to write so much when I started!]

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

My main symptoms have always been spoonerising words (I do this weekly and often daily, and it gets worse when I'm talking fast or getting excited), and I didn't always notice when I was doing it as a kid (when I was 12 I was trying to infodump about the poultry industry to a friend and kept saying 'leg ayers' instead of 'egg layers' until she pointed out that I'd said Leg Ayers the past 6 times), though I'm generally better at picking up on it now. Now that I know I have dyslexia I know that's probably why I had such a hard time with music theory and maths as a kid.

I'm a musician, and I've been learning how to read sheet music since I was 8. I practised it on a daily basis for about 5+ years, but I still can't read sheet music past a beginner's level. Every time I went to read sheet music at A-Level, my music teacher assumed I was just beginning to learn it, because I would write the individual note names beside each note head.

When I sat my music theory exam I got 0% in the section on "Intervals" because I read everything backwards, and inverted (sigh) all the answers. (You take the first note, you take the second note, the space between them is the "interval". Should be really fucking easy, but I didn't get a single question right out of the 12. And pretty much the only way to do that is to know what you're doing and give the opposite answer. I tried to second-guess myself and give the opposite of the opposite answer, but that doesn't work either. It's sort of like the mental equivalent of trying to catch a bar of soap when it's already wet. You can work out the trajectory of it in your mind, but every time you hold your hands out to grasp it, it bounces off, slips through the sink, and falls straight into the open toilet bowl. And then proceeding to open another 11 bars of soap and have the whole thing happen again another 11 times. And now your toilet is full of soap, your hands are still dirty, and you're thoroughly upset.)

At this point it's easier to tell people that I never bothered learning to read sheet music than it is trying to explain why I can't read it. In a pinch I can maybe work out a starting note and the chords to accompany myself, but in the era of recorded music and notation software, I'm fortunate that I can play everything by ear if I need to, so it's more of a beur... Oh fuck hang on Bureaucratic (?) problem than anything else.

I've always played instruments by ear because I have a hard time remembering which letters are next to each other in a limited alphabet (When reciting A-Z I will get them right, but with a piano octave I forget that G comes before A and frequently write "F-A-B-G"). Even though I know it's wrong, I can't grasp it at all, in the same way that you might hear some dyslexic people getting left and right confused, I end up forgetting which way is "up". So even when I remember that an piano scale or music notes go "F-G-A-B-C-D", I'll see an F on the scale, play an F on the piano, see that the next note is a semitone up, and then play a note below it no matter how often I say 'up, up!' in my head.

I have some difficulty in understanding the relationship between written and spoken language, which is why spelling is such a huge red flag for dyslexia, though it's not the only tell. Past the age of 13 my spelling has been pretty good, but I still have difficulty intuiting unfamiliar spellings. I couldn't do word searches to save my life in primary (elementary) school and would regularly spell "people" as "poeple", because I remembered which letters were in the word "people", but not which order they went in, and didn't necessarily understand that "peo" wouldn't make the same sounds as "poe".

On the flip side, I'm okay at reading messy handwriting and recognising/picking up symbols and patterns. I might just draw the wrong conclusion or miss out on the wider ways it can be applied (i.e, I can still use sheet music to remind me of the rhythm of a piece, but when it comes to 'sight reading' I can only sight read drum music).

#asks #dyslexia #music theory #and yes I have dropped a bar of soap into the toilet in that exact way when I was approximately 10 years old thank you for asking #soup for brains is out! soap for brains is in #dyslexic tag #l'tak terai

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endcant · 2 years

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Hey, I hope ur well. I just found ur page searching about transitioning as a trans guy and singing, and I'm just curious to know if u still sing? And how it's going? I know of trans guys who can sing arguably better after T like noahfinnce and cavetown, but I'm just worried about it that's all. I haven't even started T yet cos I'm from the UK and our waiting lists are very long lol

hey there! i still sing, yeah. i have been taking a really low dose so really my range has honestly only drifted down like 5 or so semitones. i was a music major and ive sung with a lot of guys, trans and cis, and so i have a lot of thoughts on this topic. so i'm going to rant:

the biggest struggle ive noticed is a constant lack of familiarity with how each note feels in my voice day-to-day, since my voice is still actively changing. my solutions to this is are 1.) mostly singing accompanied (i play guitar, uke, and piano) so that i have a pitch reference, and 2.) recording all of my practicing

recording my practicing was something i was required to do in audiation classes in music school, but i only really did the bare minimum for my assignments because singing what was in my head was easier back when my range had been stable for years. practicing with recordings is more important than ever now because my voice is much more sensitive to strain than it used to be before i was on T. that means that if i sing the same thing over and over just to hear myself sing it, my voice will get tired and stop working VERY quickly. now when i practice, i record a run, and listen back a few times while making notes on my music sheet of what i need to fix before recording again. i also tend to avoid practicing at full volume if i have to practice the rhythm of a passage or something like that. sometimes i just speak a passage to get rhythm or pronunciation. anything to avoid singing too much or too hard while still singing enough to practice effectively. ALSO, my tongue and throat haven't been able to relax easily lately, so my warm-up is very different than it used to be to try to address that. my voice is still in the beginning part of changing, though, so what i've got going on is only part of the picture.

for a bit more of what's down the road, i have a lot of friends who are on T, a lot of whom ask me to assess their voice range (i was a music major and i guess they assume im the one to ask). the #1 thing ive noticed is that trans guys whose voice ranges drop significantly tend to get hung up on the fact that they can't sing the high notes they used to be able to sing, while ignoring the fact that they have access to an expanded lower register. i have some friends who have a lovely, rich baritone range, but they are really shy about singing that low because it's unfamiliar, and then they crack their voices struggling to sing notes that wouldve fallen within their former soprano range. ultimately, trans guys with their voice settled into a new range are just as capable of learning to utilize that range as anybody else, and the main block there is mental. a lot of us are just used to singing differently because we've been in a different range most of our lives, and the instinct is just to avoid singing to avoid sounding dumb, rather than practice and re-learn. also i think a lot of my transmasc friends (esp ex-sopranos) were way too pessimistic about how far their voice was capable of dropping, so they don't know what to do with themselves now that their voice change has exceeded their own expectations.

one thing that i think is important to remember is that cis guys have experienced a lot of the same struggles that transmascs on T have with their voices. i was a music major and we had some singing requirements for all music majors, even non-vocal majors, and it really seemed like the cis guys initially struggled a lot more with the basics of singing than the cis girls (and pre-T me) in the class. here are a few things that i gleaned from being in those classes and watching those guys learn to sing:

the biggest thing to consider, especially if you are a soprano before T, is that sopranos have a lot of notes in their range that resonate in their head. the difference between having a "proper head voice" and a falsetto high range is whether or not you're able to comfortably sing high notes that resonate in your sinuses most strongly. why is this a major consideration? when your voice drops and your most comfortable notes suddenly tend to resonate more in your throat and chest, that is WAY harder to hear than those high notes that buzz directly in your skull, especially in the details. going out of key is way more likely when you can barely hear what note you're singing compared to literally hearing your voice vibrating in your head while singing. my professors used to tell guys who struggled with staying on pitch to practice singing either with their hand in front of their face to direct the sound back to one of their ears, or with a piece of paper in front of their face. you could even practice singing to a bathroom wall or something like that. this has already become useful advice for me, since i can't hear the difference between my new lowest notes unless i'm either recording them or hearing the sound reflected off a surface.

another thing that my vocal instructor used to go on about a lot is that shoulder tension has a large effect on your chest voice. if, after your voice drops, you're keeping your shoulders tensed, you might not be able to sing all of the lower notes that your body is capable of producing. my vocal instructor used to tell some of the guys to literally practice singing while lying down??? i don't know if that solution actually helped with the shoulder tension, but the shoulder tension seemed like a real issue that was partially physical and partially psychological. ultimately, decent relaxed posture is something that is always important for singing no matter what your range is.

one more thing is that cis guys had their voices break and drop, too. whenever i or one of my transmasc-on-T friends struggles with singing, i point out that every cis guy who sings has had to deal with this too. it just happened while they were younger and every other guy around them was dealing with the same thing too. and, for them, it could've taken like 5-10 years. a lot of trans guys crank up the T as high as possible for as fast of a voice change as they can manage, and then they have a hard time adjusting to a voice change that only took 6 months or a year or even a couple years. it's gonna be hard to mentally adjust to a voice change when it happens so fast (relatively speaking), and when you're much more alone in dealing with it. all this is to say... yes, it takes a lot of effort to sound decent while singing during a voice change, and it is going to take a lot of effort to get used to that change once it's basically over, but it is something that is possible, since so many people sing despite having a changing voice. even cis women have their voices change over time.

to wrap this big long rant up, there is a lot of very speculative writing about the effects of T on the voice and the best way to retain vocal talent through the effects of T. some will say to avoid singing until your voice is done cooking, some will say that you should sing constantly to avoid losing range. my personal advice from where i'm at right now is that you should practice very gently, but sing as much as you need to to sound decent. having your voice slowly change on T is sort of like if you know how to play flute and every now and then someone replaces your flute with a very slightly larger and lower-toned flute. you don't even notice the change most days, but it makes you sound much shittier at flute if you don't practice before you perform, especially when compared to people who have had the same regular-sized flute for like 20 years.

whenever you get on T, just trust that it'll be fine, as long as you expect and accept that your voice is changing. sing if you want to sing, stop singing if it hurts, try to adjust your technique to minimize pain, and know that you'll be adjusting a lot more than you used to for awhile. it'll feel alien for a long time, but remember that one day your voice will settle into a range once again, and you'll be able to really get to know that new voice. and remember that most of singing well is just maintaining a good ear for pitch (something you can do by practicing any instrument btw), keeping healthy posture, and practicing enough to know what you sound like these days before you perform.

i'm sure everybody whos had T-induced voice changes will have their own opinions about this though, so don't take my word as gospel

#convos #music #thanks for asking a music question btw i love talking about music

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emi-nova-music · 2 months

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—*♪,» WELCOME ONE AND ALL ——•°.

hiii! i’m a 19yo college kid making magic however i can! i’m non-binary (they/nova pronouns), queer, neurodivergent, and i adore my strangely specific process and unique set of influences that lead to some cool ass shit! when i’m not jamming, i’m drawing, designing characters, building websites, and playing games 🫶 don’t hesitate to reach out

my main blog is @emerystellar as a general hub for all my creative stuff, and my crazy tumblr hermit spam all goes on @emery-reblogs !

—*♪,» LINKS ——•°.

Spotify || Bandcamp || Youtube || Apple Music

music carrd !! — main website !!

—*♪,» GENRE/INFLUENCES ——•°.

i’m pretty broad and experimental so it’s hard to narrow myself down, but i’d say i fall somewhere between jangle pop, psychedelic rock, shoegaze, and indie jazz! some of my biggest influences are louie zong, mild high club, miracle musical, vince guaraldi, toby fox, koji kondo, the avalanches, and temporex :]

for extra reference, here’s my giant playlist of all the music i listen to, and a really big list of weirdly specific genres i like! you can also ask me about influences/inspirations for certain songs, associations you make, Anything, i’d love to hear and conversate about it!

—*♪,» RIGHTS AND USAGE ——•°.

feel free to use my music in any personal projects, youtube videos, animations, character playlists, anything, as long as you do two things:

1. credit me however applicable (link to the song, my website/bandcamp, just listing the song title and artist name, etc)

2. show me what you made!! i absolutely ADORE interacting with the creative works others make and i wanna see what ways you use my creations!! 🩵

the only other thing of note is that if you want to remix/make a cover of my song, keep it non-monetary (i.e. keep it to soundcloud and/or youtube)!

addendum that i’m not great at transcription but if you need stems of any songs/sheet music/garageband soundfont titles, etc, i’ll do my very very best to provide!

i’m very very open to collabs, but i am extremely bad with deadlines “- forcing inspiration never really works for me, but if you’re okay with my weird process and want to hmu, please do so!!

—*♪,» GENERAL FAQ ——•°.

• i use garageband on my phone to write most of the time (sometimes bandlab or acoustic instruments, usually various pianos or organs)

• i use distrokid for platform distribution and i seriously recommend it it’s ridiculously easy and super cheap too

• my process is usually pretty linear, starting with a melodic idea and moving from start to finish with the song, then going back and buffing it out making it meatier and tweaking things as i see fit! then i’ll usually adjust the pitch/speed at the end simply bc the analog sound is a lot more pleasing garageband can get a little sterile after listening to it for so long :]

• writing a single song will usually take me anywhere from 2-6 hours depending on the complexity, spanning however many days (i have drafts that have been sitting in my phone for MONTHS bc i’ll often switch between them so none of them get too stale) -> however, some of my live songs work a little differently, seeing as a lot of them (especially on what never left the nebula) are actually almost completely improvised… you'll never guess which ones >:)

• i’ve been playing piano and singing since i was a toddler, but i started formally making music and being serious about it in 2017! i’ve come a long long long way, don’t look for my old soundcloud /hj

—*♪,» THANK YOU!!! ——•°.

if you’ve got any other curiosities or comments please don’t hesitate to send an ask!! i love when ppl engage with my music so please please by all means feel free to :] thank you so much for sticking around this long and have a stellar day!!!

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hyungseos-cafe · 3 months

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the letterbox series ; chapter four - music boy

paring: the boyz jacob x gn!reader

genre: time travel au, fluff, angst

warning: none

word count: 1060

taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock

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I got up and immediately turned to grandfather's book he had left me, searching the pages for any possible answers as to why I ended up back here. I flipped through each page and when I thought there was no hope, another sheet of paper fell out.

“My dearest granddaughter,

By this point you should be in the basement again. Your head hurts too, right? I know how it feels, I remember how much it hurts.

That’s besides the point! I’m glad you found this letter and now that you’ve read this, I want to warn you not to be too attached with those whom you encounter on your journey. If you get too attached, the departure is what will hurt most.

Many of those whom you encounter will be from your memories, others will be from the future. I would highly advise you to learn and remember as much as you can from each time jump, okay?

And please, be careful.

Love, Grandfather”

I continued to flip through the pages, nothing strikes my fancy quite like the very last page did. It was embellished with multiple pictures and cut-out snippets from old newspapers.

“Adventure is in the unexpected” it read, as soon as those words left my mouth, the air changed as it got warmer. Suddenly I heard my name being called, it was my mother, she was calling my name.

I put the book down and ran to where my mother was calling me. The interior looked different again, the walls were now a warm beige. When I arrived at the kitchen, my mother looked younger as well. However this time, she wasn’t alone, she was accompanied by another woman and her son.

“Honey, I want you to meet Mrs. Bae and her son, Jacob”

“Hi” the boy shyly said, waving to me softly

I waved back and bowed towards them and turned to my mother with a questioning look

“Oh yes, that’s right! Honey, Jacob will be your guitar tutor!”

“Oh, okay” I responded nonchalantly as I turned to rummage through the fridge for some snacks, I wasn’t super thrilled since my mother had practically forced me into guitar. She said I wasn’t good at piano, so guitar was apparently the next best thing.

“Honey, why don’t you take Jacob up to your room so you can get started”

I felt bad, but I rolled my eyes and dragged the poor boy to my room and shut it before face planting into the nearest stuffed animal

“Are you okay?” I heard, forgetting that Jacob was in my room

“Yeah, I’m sorry my mother dragged you here”

“Oh, no that’s okay. She said she’d pay me”

“Really? So you must be really good then” I quipped at the boy, he had the most angelic like features, but I had to throw all my thoughts out the window since he would be my guitar tutor for lord knows how long.

“I’ve been playing for sometime, but I’m really not that great”

“Oh shut up! You’re the one I hear playing every Saturday morning, aren’t you?” At this, Jacob chuckled lightly as he began tapping his palm against his thigh.

“Yeah, does it bother you? I can stop if you’d like”

“Are you kidding me? You’re amazing! Can you teach me how to play like that?”

Jacob enthusiastically nodded his head as he took a seat on your bed and grabbed your guitar from the side of the bed

“First, you want to familiarize yourself with the feeling of holding a guitar, okay?”

I nodded, Jacob began his first lesson teaching me all the basics from fret numbers to chords. My fingers hurt from how hard I would have to press to strum each note, but nonetheless I pushed through. With that, the first lesson went by like a snap. Each lesson was roughly an hour long, but they never felt long because Jacob was so kind and patient.

Jacob would be over 3 times a week for his lessons, and before I knew it, I didn’t need him anymore. I could play by myself and I was becoming quite proficient. My mother was pleased, she would have me play after dinner for the family to help close out the night.

Once Saturday arrived, I remembered how I would hear Jacob strumming a melody, so this morning I decided to surprise him. I quickly got ready and hopped out to my balcony that faced him and waited for him to join.

“Y/n?”

“Hi”

“What are you doing out here so early?”

“I thought I would join you, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course!”

The two of us played well into the afternoon, and once our mini duet had ended, we could hear an applause coming from the neighborhood along with a few whistles.

“Thanks for playing with me today, see you next week!” Jacob shouted before making his way back inside his bedroom.

Jacob was always the sweetest with me, he was not only my guitar tutor, but also my neighbor and classmate from school. We did many things together, including performing at our school's talent show.

You could say we were inseparable, he was always around me up until I had to leave that is. It all came crashing down one night, I couldn’t tell him, but I knew it was time. The only way he’d know is if I left him a note, and that was what I did.

“Dear Jacob,

You may not understand now, but I have to leave. Thank you for so many wonderful memories, you have been so kind and I am so sorry to leave you like this.

Promise you that you won’t wait on me, okay?

I love you.

I hope you see you in another lifetime.

Love,

Y/n”

Jacob’s tears soaked through the note as he cried, his mother delivered him the note the same morning I left. Y/n was the closest thing to love he had ever felt, why did Y/n have to leave he thought, and in another lifetime?

It was the next morning that I woke up in the same basement, cold and tired, but this time my face was wet with tears. Grandfather was right, I shouldn’t get attached to those I find in each time shift, but it was so hard.

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weirdprophetess · 1 year

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been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

#ethel cain #hayden anhedönia #preachers daughter #mother cain #southern gothic #southern gothic aesthetic #my post

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moonjxsung · 2 months

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holy shit your new story has me in an utter chokehold because i just cried my eyes out like three times reading it I LOVE IT SO MUCH STAR I DONT KNOW HOW TO PUT IT INTO WORDS it's definitely one of my ABSOLUTE favorite pieces of your works now and as someone who loves classical music and occasionally studies music theory and such on my own free time, this piece definitely rooted in my heart. i ended up reading it halfway through then stopping for a break so i could text my friends that im sobbing my eyes out to mozart and then went right back to reading it, and i got texts afterwards ranging from "what the hell are you up to now" to "average day with you"

i listened to mozart's piano concerto no.12 while finishing the rest of the story, and i think the music just engulfed me a lot more into the piece itself and i really fell in love with it.

star, your writing really is a symphony in itself that resonates within my heart because every time i read your newly published work, it feels like im falling in love and meeting your blog for the first time all over again, and it continues to remind me of how grateful i am to have met and stumbled across someone like you.

thank you so much for continuing to write and inspiring me in ways i never thought i could be, and for always providing a safe space and a comforting new world within all your stories. i remember i wrote a pretty long feedback for begged and borrowed, but i just really can't put into words how much im in love with your writing. i said before, but ill continue to tell you about how your sense of words engulf me into a different reflection of myself in another universe and how many times i find myself going through a flurry of emotions from it.

pleaseplease dont stop writing because your talent for it is absolutely incredible, and if i could, i would read your works from the end of this world to the next one because i really truly do love them.

p.s. !! here's some random thing i cooked up while thinking of the whole brahms and clara thing (i wanted to imagine that if mozart and constanze had a letter, brahms would also have one dedicated to clara) "My dear love, my symphony in which resonates deep within my heart. A glass ornament in which I gaze upon that shines down upon the world- so imperfect yet the shards place and root themselves so deeply within my heart I will never be able to part my gaze from your beauty.

A passion burns within me whenever I am graced with your presence. My music and notes will never be able to hold my profound love for you, your everlasting beauty which goes to the moon and back, collecting and scattering stardust over my eyes, enchanting me into your witch's spell that I will never be able to break myself free from.

Oh my love, I hope that death not do us part, and though no soul will ever be able to remember the love I shared for you, you will be able to hold it in your heart as a precious memory from your youthful days. My lady, I would die for you, writing sheets upon sheets and scattered notes which will never truly be able to come close to describing your flawless glamour. You have my heart and soul, and the key to my career, and I hope you will not break it, wishing upon me lament and mournful sorrows, weeping over my very own grave. "

~luv, 《☘️》

I just read this feedback all the way through and then read it like seven more times because I’m so in love with it 😭 where do I even BEGIN…

First of all I laughed so hard at you texting your friends about it LMAOOOO that is tooooo relatable 🤸‍♀️ I revealed to my sister not long ago that I wrote skz fanfic and I’ll text her sometimes to be like wow this is intense I need a break. And I get the same versions of “average day with you” or “what the hell are you writing now” and I don’t even tell her what any of my fics are about so she’s just perpetually guessing 😭

I am so so so beyond elated to hear that you enjoyed reading 🩷🫶 also you’re not the first to say they consumed Mozart’s Sonata no. 12 while reading (highly recommend !!) and it just WARMS my heart to see that you guys pick apart the little details to enhance your reading experience! I try my best to incorporate little bits of media I grew up consuming or that highly resonate with me and it’s so refreshing to see you guys enjoy tiny bits of my life sprinkled into an alternate world I’ve created for you guys. What else can I say except for expressing how grateful I am for every single one of you 🥹 I don’t intend to stop writing any time soon and I’m so inspired to see what little world we can all travel to next in my upcoming work. I hope you enjoy it just as much 🩷

And lastly…. Your poem at the end!!! The inspiration from Mozart’s letters to conjure up your own??? I am in awe with your guys’ ability to move me with your feedback every single time 🥹 my favorite line: your everlasting beauty which goes to the moon and back, collecting and scattering stardust over my eyes” WOW. Are you sure you’re not just Mozart reincarnated and visiting this blog 👀

I LOVE YOU pookie, thank you a million times always and I’m so honored to be able to produce work for you. All my love, always ❤️🫶💕

#☘️ anon #ask

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Title: A Song for Winter's Night Characters: Nyx Blackmoon, U'rahn Nuhn Rating: Teen Summary: Nyx does not sing. U'rahn cannot sing. But with their powers combined, can they deliver carols this Starlight? Notes: None

U'rahn was minding his own business, and so was somebody else.

Nyx dropped down lightly next to him.

"Rahn. You have been kind enough to share some of your planned Starlight experiences with me. I would like to engage in a new experience alongside you, if you are willing. May I tell you more?"

He startled, but recovered quickly, giving Nyx a big grin. "Oh! Sure! Of course. Uhm, what were you thinking?"

Nyx stared at him as she spoke, but he had never really noticed that tendency of hers anyroad.

"I wish to attempt to go caroling."

U'rahn nodded rapidly, thoughtfully putting a hand on his chin as his ears wiggled. "Caroling? You mean singing Starlight songs as we go from house to house, right?"

"Correct."

He lit up.

"Well, I have always considered myself something of a bard! Count me in! When do you want to do it?"

"Tonight. However, I believe you have free time now. I would like to practice with a few songs first. The Gage Acquisitions common area is clear at the moment."

U'rahn glanced towards the stairs that led down into Gage's spacious basement that pulled duties for everything from a mess hall to a meeting room to a library and even a lounge. He looked around carefully, to see if anyone was about, and lowered his voice.

"You haven't seen Thancred around lately, have you?" he asked, cautiously.

"I have not."

"Alrighty then! I'm in! What do you want to sing first? I've got a lot of songs that I know. O Come Faithful Saint of Nymeia, Hark Halonic Angels Sing, uh, Joy to Eorzea..."

He continued to babble as Nyx led him to the corner of the room, where there was a piano and a microphone and orchestrion rolls. She set him down at the piano, and pulled one specific one forward.

"We shall begin with this one. I would like you to begin singing. Later, I shall attempt to accompany you."

"O-oh! Alright," said U'rahn, reading the sheet music carefully. He wasn't familiar with this song in particular, but he read it for a bit, before nodding to himself, and beginning to belt out the words with enthusiasm.

Nyx just stood and waited. Someone began to walk down the stairs, hands over their ears, a frustrated look on their face, but U'rahn did not notice them, so lost he was in song, and whoever it was decided to retreat upon being fixated with Nyx's stare.

Once he was done, U'rahn turned and grinned up at Nyx.

"Again. I shall attempt to harmonize this time. I would ask that you do not stop when you hear me."

"Alright!" said Rahn, and he started over again. He got about a verse in, when he could hear Nyx beginning to, well, sing was not the right word.

He glanced over at her, and stumbled over his words a bit. She was standing there, stock still as usual, her arms stiff at her sides, her mouth wide open. She was making sound, but no words. Rather she was making tones, each haunting and harrowful.

He managed to get another line out before he stopped, and looked at her, bewildered. Nyx stopped a moment later, and stared at him.

"What was that?" U'rahn asked.

"I was attempting to harmonize with your vocalizations," said Nyx.

"...it sounded dark and kind of scary," he said. "This song's supposed to be, you know, bright and uplifting!"

"I concur," said Nyx. "However, your harmonics were such that I thought you were attempting an alternative interpretation of the intent of the piece."

"Uh..." said U'rahn, unsure of how to respond to that.

"Rahn," said Nyx after a moment. "Do you know how to sing?"

"O-of course I do!" he said, feeling somewhat defensive, his tail curling around his leg. "I just, ah, you know, maybe need some more practice."

He looked away from Nyx, and looked over the sheet music. He could feel a bit of heat coming up his neck. Of course he could sing! He could. He wasn't a bard yet, but he knew the basics, and one day, his voice would enthrall lounge rooms across Eorzea, just like Thancred, or maybe even G'raha, who could enthrall an entire room with his voice.

Just... maybe not yet.

Nyx continued to stare at him, and he began to feel more than a bit self-conscious, and rubbed the back of his neck, grinning at her nervously. As she stared, he couldn't help but notice that the darker of her two eyes seemed to be twitching, the light playing off its depths.

"Rahn, say 'ah' for a period of ten seconds. I will hold up a hand when I want you to stop."

Confused, he did as she said, stopping when her hand went up.

"Very well. Do so again. While you are doing so, I shall make a tone. I believe you may found the sound initially uncomfortable. Please be patient, and do not stop until I hold my hand up again."

U'rahn nodded, and made the 'ah' sound again. After only a second, Nyx joined in as she said, making that noise of hers, and at first, it was dissonant, the combined sound somehow vibrating in an uncomfortable way. After some time, however, it smoothed out, and then became dissonant again, and then smoothed out again.

Nyx watched his face carefully as she made her noise, but he began to feel a tightness in his chest, from trying to hold the 'ah' noise too long, and when she finally held up her hand, he gasped.

"Describe the experience."

"What, of running out of breath?" he wheezed.

"Of listening to the sound," she said. "When you are ready."

He caught his breath, and slowed his breathing back down to normal, and nodded.

"Well, uh, it sounded real bad at first, like you said, but then it got... less bad? And then it was okay? And then it was bad again, and then it was alright?"

"You can hold a steady note," said Nyx. "Do you think you can modulate it? If I asked you to say 'ah' at a higher or lower pitch, would you understand what that means?"

"Of course," said U'rahn, resisting a tiny urge to huff a bit. Whatever she was doing, she was trying to help, and he tried not to feel bad about that.

"Very well then. I shall create a tone. Join in with your 'ah' noise. Raise and lower the pitch until it sounds 'good', When you think it sounds good, hold it for a few seconds, and then stop. Tell me when you are ready."

U'rahn took a few moments, frowning as he thought, but then he grinned and nodded at her.

"Okay, ready!"

Nyx opened her mouth again, and once more, she was creating noise, a steady smooth note. After a moment, U'rahn joined in, and he heard it immediately, how off the combined sound was. He concentrated and tried to get it to sound good, raising his pitch, lowering his pitch. He felt he got close a time or two, but then, just like that, it escaped from him.

He gave up, and slumped when he was done.

"Aw..." he said. "I couldn't quite get it."

"Perhaps it will come with practice," said Nyx. "May I make a suggestion?"

"...sure."

"I would like to try something besides singing. Can you comfortably talk loudly for an extended period of time?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course! A hero should know how to project! ...why?"

"It is also a valid technique for vocalization. It is my observation that many bards do not sing, but instead speak aloud. It is more akin to telling a story in verse than singing the notes of a song. Here."

Nyx reached over to the collection of orchestrion rolls. U'rahn just watched her curiously as she pulled a different forward, placing it in front of him.

"Do not sing, and do not mind me. Read this out loud, as though to an audience. You may attempt to maintain a rhythm if you like, but it is not necessary."

U'rahn looked at her, and then looked at the sheet, but then nodded, and did as he was told. It was longer than the first piece had been, and he stumbled over his words a few times, and he almost did belt into singing a few times. However, aware of Nyx being there and watching him, he managed to not do so, and he got through it. When he was done, he looked to Nyx.

If there was any sign of approval to be had, it did not appear on her face.

"Again," she said, "And once more, ignore me when I begin my accompaniment, to the best of your ability."

"Uhm. Alright," he said, not feeling quite so sure of himself. Still, though, he straightened his spine, and began again. After the first few lines, he could hear Nyx again, from behind him. The noise she was making was softer. And unlike before, it was not harsh, but smooth, the sound flowing rather than jumping about, like a river of notes instead of, well, whatever it had been before.

He found his confidence, as Nyx's sound was harmonic and concordant, reinforcing his natural speaking voice, not fighting with it, never overwhelming it, instead always present and softly reinforcing it.

He noticed when someone wandered down the stairs this time, a curious expression on their face. He continued without stopping, though, even as they looked surprised and leaned against the wall to listen.

He did not notice when they left, though, as he swept up into his reading again.

At last, though, he reached the end, and he turned to Nyx as the last notes she was making faded, and his ears wiggled as he looked at her.

"Better?" he asked, feeling nervous.

"I do not know. You did, however, complete the piece as it was performed with our combined efforts this time. If it is to your liking, we can continue our practice like this, and use these efforts as the basis for our caroling later."

U'rahn thought about that for a moment.

"Yeah..." he said, slowly, and then he brightened. "Yeah! I think I would like that!"

"Very well," said Nyx.

And so they continued to practice the songs they would share with others, later in the winter night.

#ythappieststarlight2022 #gageverse #final fantasy xiv #nyx blackmoon #u'rahn nuhn #a song for winter's night #202212-21 #biot writes

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maester-of-spreadsheets · 1 year

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someone give that yuletide fic a reflection post!

I've never really done one of these Yuletide reflection posts before, but this year I have SO MUCH TO SAY OMG that I'm making one of these to get it out of my system.

So I wrote this fic with Subwoolfer fans basically trying to bend time and space to win Eurovision. Because whomst among us has not wanted to do that for a Eurovision fave at some point? (Eurovision juries turn on your location I just want to chat about the scores you gave Keiino) Except longterm subcubs are also space wolves (probably?) so they don't quite get it right.

I will ramble about the music aspects about this fic, but I also do want to talk about the writing parts! Basically I'm actually... a relative newcomer to Eurovision. I'm an American who started tuning in in 2018, but I really got on board last year when 2021 was so freaking fun and culminated in one of my actual faves that year winning! This somehow translated in me keeping up with the 2022 contest from early on... I think I started following along when Lithuania's song was announced and never quite let up. There's a lot of downtime in between Eurovision events, though, so I also became obsessed with Eurovision data vids. The ones like "biggest flop between semifinals and the final" or "songs with biggest differences between jury and public vote" (again, justice for Keiino.) This had me backtracking into Eurovision history a LOT over the spring and retroactively falling in love with a lot of different songs/moments.

Then, of course, 2022 Eurovision itself also had a lot of meme worth moments. Like the broken kinetic sun fiasco absolutely killed me. But there's a whole Eurovision 2022 iceberg meme that nailed the chaotic vibes of that contest in general.

So basically the writing of the fic was an attempt at a loving/joking synthesis of my times in music related fandoms in general, but also everything I'd absorbed in Eurovision fandom in particular. (And yes the author note about needing a VPN was a joke about how I have to use one to watch any of the performances on youtube.)

As for the music aspects of the fic... So, I've wanted to get into music editing/remixing/production etc for years now but kept getting cold feet about it. Eurovision this year was actually the thing that pushed me to finally go ahead and just do it. And I'm so glad it did! It also meant it felt appropriate to actually work on some music for this assignment.

I mostly only have things to say about the two full remixes.

First the bardcore cover. So, this one most involved just finding piano sheet music and then painstakingly programming the notes into midi files on my DAW. I quickly found out that just recreating those exact notes wasn't going to cut it, though. First the chorus... In the vocals, it's pretty much just a repetition of the same note over and over. That's fine in the original song because the point of the chorus is the intense beat drop. You don't really have that going for you in bardcore, though, so I spent a lot of time yeeting the vocal notes around... across octaves, across different stringed instruments, etc. I also put in a lot of movement in the instruments functioning as the bassline to create more interest.

Although, regarding the beat drop... I also spent an embarassing amount of time trying to reverse engineer what was going on with the drum beats in the song and reflect hem in the drums I had in this. There definitely came a point one night where I was giggling to myself over looping the second chorus over and over and over to try and figure out whether the drumming was different from the first chorus and if so how? and how do I reflect that?

And of course the final chorus does stuff with instruments that's really... not bardcore at all. The string instruments there sound more like orchestras from centuries and centuries later.

But, hey, these remixes were made by space wolves. They can't get everything right!

The lofi beats mix was almost the opposite experience. Instead of meticulously recreating the song, here I was basically... scrapping it (and several others) for parts and seeing how many times I could use the same small melody in different ways. This was because all of Subwoolfer's songs get incredibly bombastic early on and never let up. I'm not yet skilled enough at getting stems to, say, pull out of just a synth from one of the loud parts and slow it down. Limitations can be fun, though, and I definitely had a great time exploring these snippets of the songs from different angles.

It did make me a bit sad I really couldn't find a way to incorporate Grace Kelly or especially Turin. I say especially Turin because of the line "we're here to win that Eurovision/but with a broken kinetic sun it might tough." But then I was able to use audioclips from those in the mix, so that was something, haha!

Probably the most bonkers thing I did was isolate audio of Subwoolfer dropping those plastic balls with questions in them, and then using them as audio texturing for the lofi remix haha.

Okay, that's probably enough rambling from me! So, yes, tl;dr I got a fantastic assignment this year and had a lot of fun working on it.

#yuletide

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magicalmadrigals · 2 years

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Dos Oruguitas

The idea for this came about because it is my hc that “Dos Oruguitas” was a song Pedro wrote for his babies while Alma was still pregnant with them and it gave me the idea to explore how it came to be! This is my first time writing for Pedro and Alma, so I really hope that you like it!

“Perfecto...”

Nodding to himself while sat at the piano, Pedro picked up his pencil and made a note of the chords he had just played before he forgot them. He had been working on this for a while now, a song for both his wife and their unborn babies, and he had crumpled up more sheets of paper than he cared to admit, but it seemed as though it was all coming together at long last and he was so excited.

Music was a passion of his, it had been since his seventh birthday when his pa surprised him with the most beautiful guitar he had ever seen, and there was no greater blessing than being able to share that with the love of his life. Alma had inspired all his songs since they met, there was so much to adore about her, and he always made sure to incorporate her into them in any way he possibly could.

It had been about six months since she told him their family would be expanding by three, a shock to say the least, and a good chunk of his time since then had been dedicated to working out which sort of song he wanted to compose to mark such a momentous occasion. He knew it needed to be something beautiful and memorable, something truly special, and he was confident he had achieved that.

So lost in thought, he failed to hear his wife making her way up behind him and almost leapt from the stool when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt more than heard her chuckle as she pressed her lips to the top of his head and he smirked, reaching up to take one of her hands in his own and kiss the back of it. “You know you’re meant to be resting.” He murmured gently against her skin.

“Ay, Pedro,” She tutted. “You’re one to talk, sitting here at three in the morning...”

“I know, but I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to get this finished.”

“Can I ask what it is? I think I deserve to know since this room has seen more of you than I have over the past few weeks. Remind me who you’re married to?”

Turning in place on the stool, he looked up at her for a moment before bringing a hand to her stomach and stroking his thumb against the proof of their babies. “I am married to Alma Madrigal, the worst reina del drama the world has ever seen and the most beautiful creature I have ever met,” He revealed. “How was that?”

“Truthful, if not a bit offensive,” She laughed. “So, are you going to tell me?”

He gave her an overexaggerated groan. “Why can nothing ever be a surprise?”

“Because, I think you and I have had enough surprises to last us a lifetime.” She patted her bump, smiling when one of the babies moved underneath her hand.

“Si, I think you make a good point,” He nodded before taking his hands from her waist and turning on the stool slightly, the two of them sharing a smile when he patted his knee before she walked around him and sat down on it, wrapping her arm around his shoulders to keep balanced. "You should know, it isn’t perfect.”

She shrugged in response. “Let me hear it and decide that for myself.”

He didn’t even try to resist the urge to kiss her, slipping his arms tight around her for a moment and leaning in to capture her lips with his, and he revelled in the gentle hum that came from the back of her throat as his lips clung to hers when he started to pull away. His love for her was unparalleled, he knew of no other word to describe it, and he was determined to remind her of that fact all his life.

He wasted no time in beginning to play the song he had composed once he was sure she was comfortable, allowing her to sink back against his chest while she listened to him play, and he rested his chin on his shoulder as his fingers danced up and down the keys. He risked a glance in her direction every now and again and the permanent smile that appeared to be etched into her face delighted him.

“I know this has been a work in progress for a while now, but that’s all I have for the time being,” He explained when he reached the end and leaned back a bit, letting his hands settle on the underside of her bump as her head dropped back against his shoulder and she looked up into his eyes. “It must be perfecto - you and our babies inspired me to write it - so I want to take my time with this, amor.”

Reaching up to rest a hand on the side of his neck, she traced the line of his jaw with her thumb before pulling him down into a chaste kiss and brushing the end of her nose against his when she peeled back. “I think it is muy hermosa as it is,” She told him in a voice no higher than a whisper. “It only needs some lyrics and then it will be as perfecto as all the others. You can do that another time though.”

“Should I take that as an order to come to bed?” He asked with a smile.

“Si,” She rose from his knee. “I would like to sleep beside my husband tonight.”

He reached for her hand then, kissing her knuckles. “Your wish is my command.”

Standing from the stool, he put an arm around her waist and started leading her across the room to the door before opening it and allowing her to step out ahead of him. He held back for a moment, looking at the piece of paper still sitting on the piano, and smiled before closing the door and following her to their bedroom.

This one, much like the people he had written it about, was going to be special.

There was no doubt in his mind about that.

No doubt whatsoever.

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hikari-ni-naritai · 1 year

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Rediscovered the sheet music to a song I really liked from nekopara. It's always interesting how my hands remember how these things go. After a half dozen cycles of forgetting and relearning over the years I simply don't have the patience to learn new music anymore. It's awkward and painful and frustrating and difficult and horrible. I'm not good enough at this anyway. I can remember the approximation of a song but my fingers will never play it precisely enough. Maybe I'm not deliberate enough. I know i have this problem with drumming too, where I feel like everything should flow nicely and I lose myself in it. But in reality there's plenty of things you can play on the drums that make you jerk around and move awkwardly. That doesn't make them invalid. But I can't do them because it doesn't feel good. So I wonder if I'm getting caught in that same flow with the piano, and maybe if I slowed down and retaught myself how to hit notes deliberately and precisely instead of what I'm doing now, I'd be more accurate and stop making mistakes.

But at the same time this is how I do everything. This is how I walk and drive and generally move my body. I don't know how to do anything else. I'm a creature of flow and inertia, a dozen pendulums rocking back and forth in time with gravity. I dunno. It's not like I'm a professional. I won't be playing piano for any bands so I don't need to be perfect. I just need to enjoy myself

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shiningdesignersreflections · 1 year

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Chapter 3: The Last Lesson

Narrated by Modric.

Narrator: I don’t teach the boy for long as I soon have to leave Pigeon Kingdom.

Narrator: There’s something important I need to do. A clue I’ve been seeking for years.

Choose “What is it?”

You: What is it? Sounds really important.

Narrator: My teacher’s keepsake and successor have shown up.

Narrator: Our next lesson might be the last one. I don’t know how to tell the boy that.

Narrator: I understand better now why my teacher left suddenly back then.

Choose either “Your teacher left suddenly?” or “Who’s your teacher?”

If “suddenly,” ...

You: Why did your teacher leave suddenly?

Narrator: Perhaps he had something important to deal with.

If “who,” ...

You: Who exactly was your teacher?

Narrator: Who he was... I’ve pondered over the question countless times and could never decide on an answer. But he’s my teacher alright.

Narrator: Come to think of it, my teacher gave me a hint before he left. I just didn’t get it.

Narrator: The first time he didn’t appear in class on time, I thought something came up.

Narrator: So I went to the practice room every day at the agreed time... sometimes deliberately late.

Narrator: I thought if I was late, my teacher would be waiting for me in the practice room when I arrived.

Narrator: It took me a few months to accept that he wasn’t coming back.

Narrator: How should I tell the boy it’s our last class together? It’s time already, and we meet up as usual in the practice room.

Modric: I really have to apologize. Our classes will have to be put on hold, even though I’ve only given you a few lessons.

Modric: I have to go abroad for something urgent. I’m not sure when I’ll be back...

Narrator: The boy just stares, silent. He’s always been quiet.

Modric: I prepared some songs for you. You can practice in the meantime.

Narrator: The boy takes the music scores and flips through them quietly, as if my words didn’t even register in his head.

Modric: These songs are super hard.

Modric: When you’ve mastered these songs, I’ll be back. You can play them for me, then. What do you say?

Narrator: The boy finally nods.

Narrator: Time flies in the following weeks. I track my lead to Cloud Empire, then Starheaven in Ninir Kingdom.

Narrator: I spend some time there and help someone handle their tricky affairs. Eh, obsession... it really leads to countless problems.

Narrator: Finally, chasing my lead, I find myself back in Pigeon Kingdom. Maybe I should’ve stayed here after all.

Narrator: A few days after my return the Queen sends me an invitation.

Narrator: Duke Darrell, a pure-blooded elven noble, has passed away unexpectedly. The Queen asks me to perform at his funeral.

Narrator: Guess I need to be prepared.

Narrator: I sit down on the piano stool and lift the cover of the piano to see a note float out.

Narrator: There are words scribbled upon them in childish handwriting: “Dear Teacher, don’t slack off!”

Narrator: The handwriting may be messy, but the musical notes drawn on the paper are well done.

Narrator: I stash the note among my music sheets.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#modric #shining nikki #sr designer #transcript #pigeon kingdom #chapter 3 #music #autumn #the last lesson #playing music #teacher #leonid

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spikeinthepunch · 10 months

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talking further in therapy etc about dyscalculia has been interesting- basically realizing more and more what things are hard to do because of it. people want to assume on the surface that its just "math hard" but its not-- if you have ever read a bit more about dyslexia then you would know its more than just struggling to read or spell, right?

dyscalculia is just like that but its less spoken of. numbers look like nonsense symbols i dont think of as nuimeric values, 'mistakes' in easy math like subtraction/addition/etc (or just straight up not processing/solving them), able to grasp math in concept but not able to actually apply the theory, the inability of remembering any formulas, and even poor name and face retrieval.

its interesting when i add those up to various things in my life i never recognized as one of the symptoms. and i think whats extra important is reading the symptoms as "the inability to [thing]". its not like.. oh i can do some math, i cant remember every fomula but i can do some. its like, i literally cannot at all, and this was blatantly clear when i did the testing. just passed over many things bc i couldnt solve it.

didnt mean to write the above so long but what i was going to get to-- i thought a lot about the stuff i struggled to stick with hobby wise in the past. stuff i never caught on to and always felt like it was hard to do for some reason. a lot of it relates to this overall learning disorder, because of reading and listening comprehension. but something i learned that is hard to learn because of dyscalculia is... music. at first glance you wouldnt think about it, unless you have learned a lot of music. but math to some extent is used- in general... numbers are used. thats the thing. most people would think its silly that numbers alone would make it hard to learn but it really clears up my struggle with music.

and THAT is annoying as hell. i sat around for so long wondering why i just couldnt grasp it. complained to my dad who said all kinds of things about how i could learn w/o reading music, or i could learn by ear. but even that doesnt work- i still need to apply numbers to chords and even without sheet music. i struggle to listen by ear because well, listen comp is bad. i have made music, if you have followed me for a while. i have. but oof, if you knew my process you would see how my issues reflect it. i would bring up a key, like D, and pull out a screen shot of all the chords for that key. and then i would just... put notes on the piano roll. but hell if i knew the chords, remembered them, or even work on the music without that picture. i hardly remembered the key i was using the moment i looked away and i have no clue what scale i used if i open up an old song, cant identify it. i just kinda move notes around while staring at a picture.

and yeah, it works. kind of. but the workflow is hell, and the fact is that if i wanted to learn how to do it better, this whole... math disorder, actually makes it harder. you just wouldnt think about it!! i really didnt.

today in therapy discussing those learning issues, the one thing my therapist brought up was how its not uncommon for artists to have learning disabilities or more specifically, dyscalculia actually. art has nothing to do with any of my issues. no reading, no listening, no math. i self taught myself that, and continue to self teach myself, because its the one thing i could learn without any barriers. still, my issues would reflect whenever i did try to take classes- id get annoyed and not take in information, and id just go back to doing it alone.

it sure is weird, and neat, seeing puzzle pieces come together in some way. lots of "oh, thats why!" lately. understanding it is one key though, the other is now trying to solve it completly.

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