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undoing-anobrains · 9 months

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the piano teacher - matty healy*

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warnings: smut, soft dom matty, swearing, praise, riding, unprotected sex

Your fingers brushed delicately over the ivory keys before you in rapid succession as you played Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata for what felt like the millionth time. The slow melody was all but ringing inside your head as you tried to keep your focus on not messing up as you approached the most difficult part of the piece. It was particularly melancholic to the ear and absolutely beautiful when played correctly but technically very difficult to pull off. Especially with a distraction looming over you, observing your every movement.

Feeling the pressure while under his intense stare you missed a critical note throwing the whole piece off. You let out a quiet sigh knowing what comes next, restarting and playing the whole piece again. Casting your eyes momentarily up at your sheet music that rested on the stand you pretended to busy yourself with fixing your consistent mistake, but in reality you just wanted a better look at him.

Him being your piano teacher. Matty Healy. He was supposedly the best of the best. Or at least that’s what your parents claimed when they bragged to their friends about how much money they were forking out on lessons to ‘enhance your gift’. You thought it was a load of bullshit - you didn’t even enjoy playing the piano for crying out loud but you endured it to spend time with the devilishly attractive man stood before you now.

“You’re overthinking again,” he finally spoke. Only then did you realise how close he was to you. His tone seemed softer than it should be for a man that has a reputation for having little patience for mistakes. It sent a shiver down your spine, to think that maybe –just maybe— he was being gentle because it’s you. But you had to shake that ridiculous thought out of your head. You were merely his student, another rich girl being forced to appease her even richer parents. “Your shoulders keep tensing up at the first movement of the piece. You need to loosen up Y/n, feel the emotion of it, feel the desperation.”

Well you were certainly feeling desperation. There was something captivating about how animated he got when passionate about what he was saying. And perhaps it was that desperation that lead you to your next move. “Care to show me how it’s done then?”

“You want me to show you?” He echoed, now seemingly amused by the situation.

Maybe you’d come to regret these words later but you were determined to rile him up “well yeah, you’re kind of all talk, you know…I’ve never actually seen you play. Are you even any good?”

Matty scoffed “I’m more than just good sweetheart.”

“Prove it,” you retort with a hidden smile.

You shuffle further towards the edge of the small piano stool as he takes a seat next to you. For a moment you contemplate standing up and letting him have the space in front of the keys entirely to himself but you couldn’t pass up a front row seat to his performance. He doesn’t bother to look up at the sheet music as he places his fingers on the keys.

You can’t help but stare at the way his fingers move back and forth with a dexterity that should not be possible for hands of that size. His movements are almost paradoxical, impossibly delicate and intense at the same time. When he reaches the height of the emotion in the piece which is by far the most difficult part, the part you can never quite seem to master, you see how he stretches out his hands so that his pinky and his thumb are playing keys that seem impossibly far apart.

It’s just unfair. The size of his hands, the length of his fingers, give him an advantage that you don’t have. It’s useful to have hands like his, and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have them on your body. If that veiny hand was instead curled around your neck or trailing down your skin.

“Show off,” you whisper. You mean it to sound playful, but instead, you sound breathless as the music slowly fades away and he finishes.

There’s a lingering gaze between you two. As if you’re both daring the other to break the tension that’s been brewing since your first lesson. Before you even have time to react, to give in to your own impulses, his lips are on yours. You’re momentarily stunned but quickly give in. His hands wander somewhere behind your neck, gentle and cradling your head, one of his thumbs brushing your cheek delicately. The kiss grew more fervent as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pulls you closer to him as it became more passionate and you feel like your melting.

Little gasps and whimpers escape you but he swallows them all in his kiss. He wraps a forearm around your waist and pulls you across so that you’re now sitting on his lap. Your ass is now directly on top of his crotch and you can feel how hard he is pressed up against you. He comes up for air from the kiss and whispers against the flushed skin of your neck “your turn, sweet girl.”

“Are you serious?” You’re in complete disbelief at his request.

“Come on darling,” he coaxes you by planting soft kisses along the expanse of your neck, sucking harshly on some causing soft moans to fall from your swollen lips “don’t you want to be a good girl for me? My star pupil?”

Your hands hesitantly rest on the keys only for a second as you process the words that just came out of his mouth. His perfect fucking mouth. But then you remember yourself, and you know that you can’t disappoint him. You have to focus on the instrument in front of you and make sure not to make any mistakes which is easier said than done with his hard cock pressed up against your ass. You almost have the hang of all your movements when his hands begin to move from your waist towards your ribcage and his thumbs sweep back and forth against the underside of your breasts.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs against your ear. “Tell me this is okay.”

“Fuck, yes. All of it.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. The next thing you know, his calloused hands are on your tits, his fingers teasing your nipples over the fabric of your thin little bralette while you will your hands not to shake so that you can finish the piece before you cum untouched.

Somehow managing to play the piece flawlessly you get a hum of approval from Matty. “Good,” he says and you preen at his approval. From there he wastes absolutely no time standing you up and pushing your tight little black skirt up to your stomach, revealing the delicate lace underwear you’re wearing underneath. He’s still sitting, his face at the right height to admire your exposed body on display for him. “Fuck sweetheart, your ass looks fucking beautiful in these.” They don’t stay on for long. Within seconds and one fell sweep your panties have been ripped .

“Sorry darling, they had to go. They were in the way of my perfect pussy.” You look over your shoulder just in time to see him stuffing the now useless lace into his pocket before his hands move to undo the button of his jeans, and then his fly. Your eyes are glued to his crotch as he lifts himself off the seat to push his jeans and boxers down far enough to reveal the most perfect cock you have ever seen.

He takes it in hand and pumps it a couple of times before he looks up at you again with something akin to mischief in his eyes. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You don’t have to check to know that you’re already soaking wet, but you also know that you’ve never taken someone as big as him. He must see the slight hesitation in your eyes because his smirk softens just a bit. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be gentle, but just while your pretty little cunt gets used to my cock.”

Well in that case, who are you to deny him? You take a deep breath as you position yourself above him, the hand that’s not holding his cock moving toward your hip to guide your movement. You can’t help but moan when the tip of his cock nestles itself between your folds.

“God sweetheart, you’re so wet already. Fuck,” he says as he pulls you down to rub your slick all over his cock and you jolt when he presses against it your clit. “I need to feel your cunt now. Move down slow, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You lean forward to watch as the head of his cock disappears into you. It only takes a couple of thrusts for your body to slip into place over his and all of a sudden you feel fuller than you ever have in your entire life.

“Oh fuck, I fucking knew you’d be tight. I fucking knew it,” he says in a tone that’s surprisingly soft for the words that are coming out of his mouth. His hand presses firmly on your lower stomach so that you can feel him inside of you

“Oh-fuck!-Matty,” you moan as he slowly pulls out of your cunt, only to slam you back down on his cock roughy. His cock seems to be touching places so deep inside you that you didn’t even know they existed.

You clench around his cock as you bounce up and down on it, Matty’s hands exploring your body with fascination. It was as though he was trying to memorise every curve, every detail of you. He thrusts up roughly into you as well, stretching your pussy wide to fit him. Your eyes are practically in your skull at this point with the pleasure of him repeatedly hitting that spot inside you.

The originally slow and calculating thrusts into your pussy were a cruel taunt, with each one of them bringing you closer and closer to the edge. But as both you and Matty got closer to reaching your orgasm he began to pound a lot more rapidly and sloppier. Desperation was a good look on him you decided. The lustful eyes that couldn’t take their glossed appearance off of you, the swollen red lips matching yours, the way he threw his head back with a loud groan every time you clenched around his cock. The only noises in the echoey room were the sound of skin slamming against skin and the sounds you were making which were almost musical. An unusual kind of symphony.

“That’s my good girl,” Matty praises you as your tits bounce in his face with each and every thrust inside you “my perfect little slut, so good for me.”

You nod eagerly, brain so overwhelmed by the situation that you can’t even think of words to respond with.

“Say it darling,” his hand suddenly grasps your jaw forcing eye contact between the two of you “say you’re my good slut.”

“I-ma…I’m your good slut,” you manage to mewl out between moans.

“God your pussy is incredible,” Matty groans as he feels himself getting close to cumming “fucking milking my cock, that’s it, good girl, keep doing that.”

It hits you in waves shortly after. Every time you think you can’t possibly keep cumming, Matty and his unrelenting pace keep slamming into you, prolonging the sensation of utter fucking bliss that runs through your entire body. It’s the hardest you’ve ever come in your life.

He doesn’t stop, even as your legs go slack and he has to hold you up against him. He doesn’t stop thrusting into you even as he whispers how perfect you are, how perfect you feel cumming on his cock. He doesn’t slow down as he pushes you back down against the piano and tells you he’s going to fill you up with his cum. He doesn’t even lose his rhythm as you feel it pour into you in long streams.

Matty takes a few last thrusts before he pulls both of you back down onto the seat, his softening cock still buried in you. He runs his hands over your breasts and tilts your chin so that you’re facing him. That’s when he kisses you for the second time. His lips are just as soft and perfect as they were the first tome. His tongue running against your lower lip even more so. “You did so good darling.”

“And you weren’t bad,” you jest with a small grin “very Moonlight Sonata of you.”

You’re not wrong. The rumoured story behind the current piece you’ve been working on and practicing together is that Beethoven composed it with his student and lover in mind. Funnily enough you seem to have unintentionally mirrored it.

“Only not bad,” Matty feigns offence “well if you’re going to be a brat about it, there’s always time for round two love.”

Just as you go to reply with a biting comment you hear footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You frantically pull yourself off of Matty’s soft cock and roll your skirt back down and try to ignore the feeling of cum dropping down your thighs. Matty merely smirks as he slips his cock back inside his underwear and does the button on his jeans.

Your mother walks in seconds later with a snotty look on her otherwise pretty features “Matthew,” she greets him, all sickeningly sweet and nasally “I hope she was satisfactory today.”

Matty subtly gives you a knowing look as he responds “she was exceptional, truly, and I’m sure she’ll be even better tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. If you didn’t feel somewhat uncomfortable sitting down on that wooden stool tomorrow you were going to be severely disappointed. But if the look on Matty’s face was anything to go off of, this was only the beginning.

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evalevaeva · 5 months

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Cello | Anton 앤톤

- in which the reader is a pianist, and anton is the cellist.

fic one of twenty-six.

Music was a comfort. An escape. A sort of magnet that pulled you in every time your fingers pressed on the black and white keys, your emotions swirling with the notes in the air as you press the keys harder as the more intense parts came.

Being a pianist wasn't a chore. Instead, it was something you genuinely enjoyed. It wasn't some passing thing or a 'phase'. If it was a phase, lord, how did it last this long? You were thankful that at your Arts School, you had the luxury of being able to use the music studio to practice. It wasn't an everyday thing, but it was enough for you.

"For the 60th Anniversary of our school, we will be having student performances. Each class has to send at least one representative, and I recommended you. Do you want to perform?" Your homeroom teacher asked as you stood in the staff room, school bag on your back.

You responded with a small smile on your face, "I can't promise you anything right now, but could I tell you my decision tomorrow?".

Your homeroom teacher leaned back in her seat as she smiled, "Of course. Oh, and if you're up for it, class 4 is sending a student who plays the cello, I think having two musicians for the performance would be great".

The feeling of uncertainty seemed to creep up your back, like haunting figure. It wasn't that you didn't want to perform, but were you good enough? The many awards were plastered onto the walls, the glass separating you and the piece of paper reflecting your face.

In moments like these, you spun slightly on your chair as you got up, taking a seat on the black cushion. Your hands lifted the cover of the piano keys, revealing the familiar black and white keys. Some keys had worn out stickers on them, having been used many years ago when you started playing.

It came to you naturally. You didn't need a score or a piano sheet to play this song. It felt like a part of your soul at this point. The first ever 'big kid' song you ever played.

Moonlight Sonata. As strange as it sounds, it was dedicated to Beethoven's lover and student at that time. In your own words, a lover. You could never play it with the right emotions, always feeling like you were playing it because you knew it. That feeling of falling in love, meeting the one, knowing it's all there between two people; you've never felt it, yet.

Your eyes were closed as your fingers pressed each key with such skill that most people at school whisper about. The feeling of insecurity and worry slowly eased out as you finished the song, dropping your hands as you looked at the piano keys before looking at the application form for the school performance on your desk.

You walked through the hallway, and an earbud was stuck into your left ear, flowering by lucy playing softly as the sound of the school atmosphere overpowered it. You made a turn into the staff room as you saw your homeroom teacher seated, busy clicking on her computer mindlessly until your presence sent her jumping from her seat.

"Did you think about it?" Your homeroom teacher asked as you nodded, revealing the application behind your back, filled with your particulars.

Your homeroom teacher rolled her chair towards the next teacher's table behind a foam wall as she said, "She agreed, did your student agree?".

The looked around the staff room, distracted while waiting for your teacher. Your hands were behind your back as the song in your ear ended, causing you to take out your phone from your pocket. Someone bumped into you from the side as you nearly drop your phone, surprised by the sudden hit.

"I'm so sorry!" A soft voice was heard as you turned to see a boy with black hair, bowing as he stood back upright, him basically towering over you as he continued walking past your teacher's desk to the next teacher's desk.

Your teacher rolled back to her desk as she smiled, "The teacher in charge of class 4 and the event planning approved your song choice. It seems like the cellist from class 4 agreed to perform, too. I heard he's quite good, you should talk to him sometime. You can go back to class if you don't have anything else,".

It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone anymore if they saw you in the music room right after school ended. The school piano seemed to call out to you, like a haunting spell as you took out the piano sheet from your bag, placing it on the sheet holder as you cracked your knuckles, placing your fingers on the keys as you played.

Nostalgia by Joe Hisaishi. The feeling of remembering something in your past. For you, as lame as it sounds, it was a particular piano competition years ago. You remembered practising every day, not wanting to disappoint anyone. It was an international competition, after all, and this song had gotten you that first place that you had yearned for so badly. Nostalgia was originally played with either a violin or a cello, but you wanted to do it yourself, for yourself. You were so stubborn when you were younger that your piano teacher had always made you practice the same parts repeatedly. Those were punishments at the time, but now it simply felt like a memory.

The sound of the door clicking open made you turn to see the same boy who had bumped into you in the staff room, this time with his school bag and a large cello case on his back. His eyes widened as the both of you made eye contact, feeling like a coming of age movie scene.

Anton couldn't take it, it felt like his heart was about to fall out his mouth. The way the sun seemed to hit your face just right, and the way the piano complimented you made him want to play a love song just for you.

"I'm so sorry! I thought it was vacant, I'll find another room to use!" The boy apologised, a little louder than his usual volume but still, soft.

You turned with a smile as you stopped him, "No, you can stay. I don't own this room anyways, you're welcome to practice here. Are you practicing for the festival?".

The boy walked towards you as he placed his bag on the floor, placing a chair and a sheet stand near the piano as he placed his cello case down.

"I am, actually. It seems like you are too, you're playing the piano, I assume? What are you planning to play?" The boy asked as he took a seat, facing your direction.

"I was thinking of moonlight sonata. I've never performed it in front of an audience, and I think it's good," you replied as you took a look at his cello case.

"A cello player I see. Are you planning to play anything...Anton?" You asked as you glanced at the boy's nametag, seeing his name.

Anton looked away as he thought for a second, "I actually have no idea. Even if I were to play, I'd need an accompaniment, but no one else wants to play for the festival."

He hadn't played alone in a long time, and he highly doubted that any of the snot-faced students in school would want to hear the cello by itself. Anton glanced at the piano you were seated at, feeling a lightbulb flash in his head.

"Hey, could you play the piece on the piano right now? I want to try something," Anton asked as he got up and took out his cello from its case, his back straight as he positioned the bow.

You were confused at his sudden request but turned to the piano nonetheless, fingers once again on the keys as you played as you always had. This time, hearing the low sound of the cello along with it. It made the meaning of the song change in your perspective. It sounded like the voices of two lovers. One expressing their love, the sound of the cello, as the other simply allowed their heart to silently agree, the sound of the piano.

Anton had the sheet in front of him as he played along, putting his all into it. Every pull of the bow was filled with emotions. The feeling of wanting someone so badly. Anton was a musician, and no one could deny it, not even you.

You could feel yourself unconsciously fall deeper into the song, feeling the change of emotions with each key that met your finger.

The song had ended, but the emotions still lingered in the air. You opened your eyes as you turned to smile at Anton, who had was scratching the nape of his neck, feeling awkward after ending the song.

"You played well, do you play this piece often?" You asked Anton as he shook his head lightly, "I've had the sheet for so long but I never got to playing it".

That was shocking. He played as if he had practised it his whole life. The feeling that his playing gave you almost made you feel as if you were falling in love.

"That was... amazing. I mean, the way you played it genuinely made me feel things," You admitted as you smiled at the boy.

Anton's ears were red as he smiled, his cheekbones high as he hid his face in his hands, feeling a little shy from your compliment.

"Would you... want to do the piece together? I mean, it's really alright if you don't want to, I'll perform something I've done before.." Anton asked softly as he panicked, watching your reaction as you looked at the piano and then back at him.

"You know what? Why not? I think the cello compliments the piano really well, and we work really well together, too," you agreed as you laughed at his red face, embarrassed from his own question.

To say your homeroom teacher was happy would be a severe understatement. She was elated? Excited? She was absolutely elated when she heard that you'd be doing a piece with Anton.

"I knew the both of you would get along!" Your homeroom teacher exclaimed as you tilted your head, a little confused at before she continued herself.

"She purposely sent you to the music room so we'd meet. Isn't that crazy?" You shared the story with Anton the following day as you were sitting on the piano chair while Anton was on a chair next to the piano, his cello resting on its stand.

Anton nodded as he listened to your story attentively. After one day of being with this boy, you realised some things about him. He was quiet, but when he was comfortable with someone, he would talk a lot. He was quite strong, seeing as he could carry the cello with one hand around the music room. He was also a good listener. He has a soft voice but he has a soothing voice.

"I'm kind of glad she made me come here, I wouldn't know what to do if I had to perform alone. The cello isn't that impressive on its own..." Anton admitted as you turned to him, gasping.

"The cello on its own is beautiful. Just because it's not often played alone doesn't mean it can't. I've heard many musicians play the cello as a solo, and it's amazing. You're an amazing musician so don't doubt yourself or your instrument," You spoke truthfully as Anton felt the same feeling from yesterday engulf his chest, making his breath hitch as he said softly, "Thank you.."

The days seemed to zoom by as a week had passed, and you and Anton were on the way back from the convenience store nearby. It had become a routine for both of you. Before practice, you'd both get a lunchbox, eat, and then begin practising.

"Just because the main character is good looking and plays an instrument, doesn't mean you should like him," Anton stated as you fake gasped.

"You did not just say that Anton Chanyoung Lee!" You stated as Anton crossed his arms, nodding, "Yes I did".

You scooped rice into your mouth as you crossed your arms, turning to look away from him as your closed your eyes, feigning anger.

"Don't be like that, I'm sorry, you can like Ha Yichan all you want, don't be mad..." you could hear Anton's soft voice as you turned and opened your eyes to see Anton with a tissue on his face, about to wipe a rice grain off your mouth, but the distance between the two of you was enough to make you want to throw the piano onto yourself.

"There was a... rice grain," Anton spoke quickly as he wiped the rice grain and moved back to his spot, moving a little further away this time.

That was the first time you felt yourself questioning this feeling you felt in your chest, feeling it bloom with every moment you spent with this boy.

A day before the performance, Anton had asked you if you could accompany him to a music store to get something. You, having no plans on that sunday, agreed.

It wasn't far from your house, and it wasn't filled with people, so that was a relief on your end. Anton came wearing a black denim jacket, headphones on his neck as black rimmed glasses circled his eyes.

"Glasses?" You asked as Anton replied, "Can't I have style outside of school?".

You chuckled at the boys response as both of you entered the store, the bell above the door jingling as the store owner greeted, "Welcome! If you need any help, do inform me!"

Anton led you to the side of the store, vinyls of various classical pieces arranged neatly into cardboard boxes on tables. You ran your finger lightly on the covers of the vinyls as you picked up one.

"Winter Sonata? You seem to really like Beethoven," Anton noted as you turned your head to your right to see him peaking over your shoulder as he couldn't help but rest his chin on your shoulder. You glanced at Anton, giving his entire face a look as your ears turned pink. His black rimmed glasses seemed to bring out a certain glint to his beautiful eyes. He gave off a certain feel, something that you couldn't explain. It was something you yearned, like putting all the love and attraction in this world into one person.

"The both of you must be here on a date but you don't seem like regular music enjoyers. Musicians perhaps? Classical music?" The voice of an old man interrupted the breath-taking moment between the two of you as you stood up straight, looking at the man across the vinyls. You were about to tell the man that you were both simply friends, here on a small trip.

"Yes, we're here on a date. How did you know so easily?" Anton responded as the man laughed, looking at the both of you as if he was reminiscing. "Many couples come here but none of them have such knowledge nor passion for music as the both of you. I usually recommend Clair De Lune to couples looking for something but I see that you already have eyes on Winter Sonata? A personal favourite of mine too, should I ring you up?".

Anton ended up getting Salut d'Amour, saying something along the lines of needing it for another performance. The both of you walked down the street, silent as you still thought about Anton's words back at the store, but as you passed by a toast store, the smell instantly making you turn as Anton notices straight away.

"I'm feeling kind of hungry, should we get toast? My treat," Anton asked as you turned to him as if he had just saved you from dying of hunger. Both of you entered the store. Its interiors were white, tables white as the seats were a beige colour. Three kiosks were stationed near the entrance as the both of you walked up to one of them, pressing the start button.

"What do you feel like eating?" Anton asked you as he pressed a bacon egg toast with a side of coffee, waiting for your answer as you responded, "A chicken egg toast?".

Anton clicked on the option as he added the add-on coffee, opting for lesser sugar, just as you had told him you liked your coffee. You were a little surprised but touched by how he remembered such a passing comment you had made about your preferences.

"What do you want to do in the future, Anton?" You asked the boy sitting across from you as he hummed in thought.

"I want to be someone that can shine on stage, confidently. I want to share my music with the world, showing what I can do. I want to perform," Anton responded as he took a sip of his coffee as he shot the same question back at you.

"I want... to be happy? To live life happily. I don't see any set goals yet, but perhaps, i'd like to perform internationally. Performing with an orchestra?" You responded, unsure as you took a bite of your bread, looking out the glass front of the store as the sun was beginning to set, an orange hue colouring the streets.

Anton hesitated as he muttered, "Can I tell you something?".

You turned to the boy as you raised an eyebrow, questioning the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"What is it... is something wrong...?" You questioned as Anton suddenly sat up straight and shook his head, looking away as he took the last sip of his coffee.

"Nevermind".

The next day, the auditorium was packed. Students were seated in rows, phones in hand, ready to record as they tapped their feet, waiting for your performance with Anton. Anton was popular but his quiet nature made it hard for his 'fan club' to interact with him. You were sat on the chair backstage, knee bouncing as you felt the nerves beginning to creep in. This was important. You and Anton had practised for way too long for you to mess it up on the actual day.

"Nervous?" You heard a voice behind you as you saw Anton in a black suit. He had his hair combed straight and he wore two rings on his middle and pointer finger. Your white dress complimented his perfectly, the shiny diamonds on the chest area shining under the stage lights as you nodded lightly.

"What if I mess up and play a wrong note, or I get nervous and trip all over my piano sheets?" You asked Anton as he bent down, holding your hands in his as he pushed away some stray hairs on your face with a soft smile.

"We've practised this every single day and we've perfected it. You're the best pianist I know, and today, we'll show them exactly that. You'll do well, don't worry," Anton spoke with such sincerity that you could feel your nerves slowly leaving you. You looked up from the floor to give Anton a smile, relieved to have such a person by your side.

"Now, for the performance we have all been waiting for... let's give it up for our schools very own cello and piano duo!" The student emcee announced as Anton got up, adjusting his suit as he held out a hand.

"Let's go?" Anton asked as you took his hand, nodding.

"Let's show them," You responded as both of you walked out onto the stage, giving a bow as the both of you went to your respective instruments, getting ready to start.

You gave Anton a glance as he nodded.

One, Two, Three.

Anton glided his bow along the strings of his cello as you joined in with the piano several seconds later. The sound wasn't the same as when both of you had practised in the music room, but the feeling was the same. Something was different, not in terms of the music but, the feeling inside you.

Ah, how it dawned on you. Moonlight Sonata, now had its meaning. That feeling you had yearned for so long, it was there, and it was in the form of Anton Lee. He showed you how it felt to fall in love, feeling like you always had someone on your side, and how it felt to finally find the one.

Anton had felt it from the start. From the moment the both of you met in the music room, to the meals you shared everyday, he knew. He had fallen for you. He hadn't asked you out to the music store for fun, he was basically asking you to choose a song for him to play for you, and as the piece ended, the both of you couldn't help but make eye contact as the crowd of students and school staff erupted into applause.

You hadn't seen Anton since the end of your performance, and the festival was ending. The sun was beginning to set, the sky being the same orange it was yesterday. You walked down the hallway slowly, thinking about the performance you and Anton shared a few hours ago, until a student bumped into you.

"Anton is about to perform in the school courtyard! He has his cello and he's about to perform!" A student shouted as they ran in the direction of the courtyard.

"Anton? Perform? In the courtyard?" You couldn't help but question as you too found yourself among the crowd of students heading to the courtyard.

Everyone held their phones or were staring intensely at the boy, wondering why he hadn't started yet. You were on the second level, looking down from the hallway as you saw Anton in the same black suit, bow in hand and cello in the other. He looked up, making eye contact as you felt your cheeks rise, a smile on your face as you gave him a thumbs up, unsure of what he was up to, but nonetheless, still supporting him.

Anton closed his eyes as he pushed his bow string across the strings of the cello, the sound washing over you as you realised what the song was.

Winter Sonata.

The exact song you had gotten from the music store yesterday. Anton hadn't simply brought you there to look around or buy something for himself. He had basically made you choose the song he would use to confess to you.

Loud gasps were heard as Anton played, his soul being put into the song as he played, not missing a single note. The girl standing next to you turned to you as she whispered-shouted, "Did you know he had a surprise performance?!".

You shook your head softly as your eyes were glued onto the boy on the first floor. You hadn't had a single clue. Was he really using this song as a confession?

"Will you give me the honor of being your accompanist?" The familiar voice of the boy asked as the song ended, everyone waiting for your response as Anton looked straight at you.

Was that even a question at this point?

"Yes".

The both of you continued on to play in international competitions, happily winning the school multiple titles while the both of you had a reason to be with each other and be each others accompanists.

The cello and the piano, funny isn't it?

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EVA NOTES:

LORD ITS FINALLY DONE, THIS TOOK LIKE 4 DAYS???

#evalevaeva100event #anton #riize #riize anton #riize wonbin #riize fics #riize imagines #riize scenarios

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Can I have a headcanon for yandere donnie x therapist reader? just like how you did with raph's version? also love your writings! <3

We're all mentally ill here let me just point that out.

Thank you~ I always write at like midnight with little to no thoughts going through my head so it will never be my best work lmao (I still prefer writing at night than daytime tho. Just makes everything a little different).

Tw: Kidnapping, Mentally ill turtle, clingy af

Yandere Donnie with Therapist MC

So obviously, you need to build some trust with him. He's not going to expose the entirety of his mind with a friend he's known for a month. Once you are after the initial stage, does he start to spill out everything.

He's awkward about it for the first few times; he's not used to releasing all the problems and anxieties. I think he would be the type who would rather write it out than voice it. This may be my own interpretation, but part of the reason he doesn't like speaking his feelings is fear of being judged in a sense: Where I get this reasoning is that episode where he goes with April to a magic town. And he struggles to admit his views until towards the end (which also has influence from struggling to admitting wrong).

Anyway, it's a steady increase in exposure for him. After numerous times he starts to really show his mind. The dark thoughts, the fears, everything. And slowly his personality when around you will change. He becomes more obsessive, more desperate for attention. He craves your eyes and ears to be on him: it brings such ecstasy.

He's clingy, texting you every hour, every minute. At night he falls asleep to recordings of your conversations. He's never felt so loved, so appreciated, like fortune has finally been bestowed upon him. You're willing to listen to him! You want to let him express himself without getting bored or uninterested!

In the end, he becomes a mixture of Raph and Mikey: he doesn't want to stop talking to you at any moment's notice. He gets anxious if he doesn't have his darling therapist around! You're all the comfort he ever needs!

And before you know it, he's kidnapped you, with a lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

"Now we can peacefully talk for eternity without anyone bothering us~!"

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Writing this while listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata hits different because the music literally follows the progression of Donnie's madness.

The first movement, where it's all sad, depicts his protectiveness and unfamiliarity with his feelings. The second, the forgotten one lmao, is all happy, where he's content with MC. And his therapy is going well. Finally, the third one, where everything is chaotic and dramatic, is the perfect representation of the obsessive behaviour he develops.

Now excuse my nerdy piano self.

(It’s one of my favorite pieces, especially the 3rd movement)

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #tmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #donnie #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader

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eddsworld-the-masquerade · 8 months

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Next addition to the original music roster, this time it's Matt. No lyrics again, but it's more of a realized choice than just me being lazy haha. Rambling about the song under the cut.

If I were to list inspirations, that would be "Elysia" Honkai Impact OST, Jigoku Shoujo's 3rd season ending "Ichinuke", and Beethoven. Namely "Fur Elise" (lol this name again) and "Moonlight Sonata", first movement. Fur Elise has a bit of a special connection with Matt - I even featured its music sheets in his character art (it's the texture in the background).

I guess I could also call Alice: Madness Returns an inspiration, since my brain ended up sneaking in reference to it in the backing parts. I'm not sure how noticeable it is in full audio so I rendered the bit by itself and placed it next to music in question

It was totally unconscious XD But I kept it there even after realizing. Can't say it doesn't fit though.

Like Tord's theme, there was a totally different first draft that I ended up scrapping. It sounded more jazzy and noir-ish, which I guess is closer to Matt's theme from the old AU but not what fits him NOW, exactly.

In terms of instruments used. Aside from the piano which is established as being Matt's signature instrument, it also features violin, organ and music box. Violin and strings in general always give me Victorian England vibes (again blame AMR). Organ and church bells represent Matt's outward appearance as well as a part of his backstory. The music box has most symbolic importance tied with the backstory though.

Percussion noises that sound like cutlery. I was trying to make an impression of some posh dinner party, one of the many Matt had to attend I imagine.

Generally speaking I wanted something soft and somber with some "aristocratic" vibe and I think it succeeds in this.

#eddsworld au #eddsworld vtm au #music #listened to a bunch of classic while writing this. got some music school flashbacks XD #i wonder if anyone actually reads the under the cut ramblings haha #i just love sharing the process. it's fun to look back on own decisions

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pianoperformances · 5 months

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(part of) Moonlight Sonata Mvt. 1

Today is a little different (again). I haven't learned all of this song or memorized it, so I have the sheet music. Since I don't know all of it, I only played some of it. And even if I did know all of it, I probably wouldn't record it- the full movement is about 7 minutes long.

The first movement of Moonlight Sonata is probably my favorite, and the third is close behind. Of course, the third is most definitely out of my skill level (at the moment), but I am going to try to learn it eventually!

This sonata is by Beethoven, and it was published around the year 1800. It was unique at the time, as it had a unique mood to it, one that most didn't. Fun fact! Moonlight Sonata isn't the real name of the song. The real name is Sonata quasi una fantasia, which roughly means Sonata like a fantasy. It is believed that Beethoven wrote it and dedicated it to one of his piano students, Giulietta Guicciardi (how do you pronounce that??)

#piano #moonlight sonata #beethoven

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childoferebus · 1 year

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I was challenged tagged by @parrot-parent to come up with an answer for every one of these music questions. Please learn more about my music tastes than anyone should.

1:A song you like with a color in the title: Favorite Color is Blue by Robert Delong ft. K.Flay, which I am not allowed to link to directly for some reason. I’m going to get The Vermin Survive tattoo’d at some point when I can figure out a design for it. (If you’re a tattoo artist, hmu 👀

2:A song you like with a number in the title

A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (Aprox) by The Yellow Dress. I want to lick it.

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

The first thing that came to mind was When It’s Over by Sugar Ray, because I’m absolutely ancient by tumblr standards.

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Love Me Dead by Ludo, but not for the reasons you’d think.

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

Hellbent by Mystery Skulls, which is only correct when it’s loud enough to blow my speakers and my eardrums.

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Zoot Suit Riot by the Cherry Popping Daddies. Shouts to the time my prom date got pissed at me for dancing to this when they didn’t want to lol

7:A song to drive to

On the Road Again by Willy Nelson is the first song on my roadtrip playlist, as is good and right.

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind is the most obvious song about crystal meth that has ever been played and I don’t care it is my favorite song of all time, it delights me

9:A song that makes you happy

Cheesecake Truck by King Missile. So then I got this idea about driving a cheesecake truck

10:A song that makes you sad

Your Voice as I Remember It by AJJ. I have an entire playlist dedicated to songs I can’t sing along with without crying but this was the first that came to mind. Notable other mentions are What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie and A Plea from a Cat Named Virtue by the Weakerthans

11:A song that you never get tired of

BlackBoxWarrior (OK Ultra) by Will Wood. I can and have listened to this song on repeat for hours at a time.

12:A song from your preteen years

Preteens. Jesus. Are you sure you want me to delve back that far? Anyway, when I was around that age I was really into Jewel, so probably Little Sister. Which is also a song about drugs.

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Safety Dance by Men Without Hats is the correct answer.

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

Brand New Colony by the Postal Service. I eloped so I don’t get any wedding music, but I’ve made a wedding playlist for my OCs and I’m totally normal about the fact that this is the first song

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

You Oughta Know by the Killing Moon is one of my favorite covers of all time by virtue of them not changing the pronouns

16:One of your favorite classical songs

The hardest part of this meme isn’t thinking of songs for every ask it’s picking which out of the dozen possible answers for every question that I’m going to go with. I listened exclusively to classic piano for like 2 years in my teens. Anyway, tough call but I gotta go with the Moonlight Sonata Third Movement by Beethoven. From what I was told, it was written as he was losing both his sight and his hearing and it’s so aggressive and mournful because of it. Beethoven was a prick but man the dude could play.

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

Snow Miser/Heat Miser. Get that shit stuck in your head and sing with me.

18:A song from the year that you were born

Listen I’m not going to date myself out loud so if you want to know that bad you can look and see.

19:A song that makes you think about life

This might be the hardest one to answer yet. I don’t know man, every song makes me think about life. All of them do. What aspect of life? What topic? So here’s one, I guess: White Noise by Will Wood.

20:A song that has many meanings to you

Weak and Powerless by A Perfect Circle. I know it’s about drugs, but man if you take it literally...

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Jacqueline by Circa Waves. Please watch the video. Please.

22:A song that moves you forward

Point to Prove (I Was An Ugly Kid) by Bug Hunter. yeah.

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) by Baz Luhrman. Get to it.

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

Inexplicable by the Correspondents. If I don’t think about it too hard I’ll be fine.

25:A song by an artist no longer living

Faint by Linkin Park. IF I DON’T THINK ABOUT IT TOO HARD I’LL BE FINE.

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

Passenger Seat by Death Cab for Cutie.

27:A song that breaks your heart

Well if you’re going to do this to me twice in a row, What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie. I put my mp3 player on shuffle after my adopted grandfather died suddenly and violently to try and calm myself and this is the first song that played and I’ve never been okay since. Love is watching someone die.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Grace for Sale by Terrance Zdunich. Tough call but considering I stole his voice for Taj Na...

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

I Will Buy You a New Life by Everclear, which one of my classmates was obsessed with, and played every lunch at school for months. Jimmy you were 12 what was it about this song that spoke to you so much

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Kokopelli Face Tattoo by AJJ. I have a viper rune tattoo because of it.

#I'm not exaggerating when I say you could put together a story of my entire life with these songs #if you were so inclined #anyway I was uncomfortably vulnerable here so now I'm going to watch some violent tv about it #squid look #is it everything you ever asked for #there's only two will wood are you proud #sorry for anyone searching for posts about their favorite bands finding this in search #I'd turn that off if I could

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darthbreezy · 7 months

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Fragments grab at me...

I don't know of I'll get to 'hear' the whole story, but what I did hear, almost shattered me to sobs as I'm driving -

The Moonlight Sonata - I know it's all bougie of me to admit it's a favourite. I mean, it's like if you're ever heard of one classical piano piece, that's it, but in any case...

The Bookshop has been closed fat more often than it's been open, and it's dark - dark even for a London winter night. but sometimes... just sometimes.

People hear strains of the Sonata - Painfully slow. Sad. Mournful. Like audible tears.

(Yeah, I know it sounds pretentious as all get out but who cares.) I've read the 'story' of why Beethoven wrote it - all about a girl and unrequited love and blah blah blah - and while it's 'tempting' to cast Crowley as the girl in question - it feels wrong - like a cheat. Like I'm missing that part of the story still. Or maybe it's not the important part anyway, But I also see A library? The bookshop? Either or - but no matter, the important thing is Crowley is playing the Sonata - at least the opening strains of it while Aziraphale sits and listens. The time period fluctuates - this isn't a one time occurrence. Once or twice, Aziraphale joins him on the bench, and they make it an unearthly duet. but mostly, it's just Crowley... I HOPE they let me see and write this, but if it grabs someone else by the lapels and kisses them first and harder, please let me know... ETA - Oh what a perfect rendition... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzWDs26YL9Y

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #fanfic #ineffable husbands

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edupunkn00b · 2 years

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Variations on a Sin, Ch. 2: Pride

Prev - Pride - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Written for @intrulogicalweek's Seven Deadly Sins Creative Week

The doorbell rang a second time, only seconds after Logan heard the first chime echo down the hall. He nudged aside the curtain and peered through the front window, then opened the door with a nod. His newest student, Remus Hyde, stood smiling on the doorstep, hand hovering over the doorbell. A small, dented rolling suitcase with a satchel strapped to the handle rested beside him.

“Good afternoon, Remus. Thank you for being so punctual. Please, come in,” Logan waved him inside with a little bow of his head before looking curiously at the suitcase. “Are you traveling this evening?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked for a moment, smile shrinking, then laughed as he continued to follow Logan toward the front room and the piano. He parked his suitcase next to the coat rack and hung his jacket. “Oh, this old thing, right. No, I just got back. Had a couple shows in Jakarta and I came here straight from the airport.” His eyes widened and he held up both hands, adding in a rush. "My flight was delayed, I didn’t just plan this really badly.”

“I never thought you did,” Logan smiled, hoping to ease his nervousness. “I appreciate your dedication but I hope you know I would have understood if you needed to cancel. As long as—”

“No! No, I wouldn’t want to miss this for anything,” Remus grinned and sat down in front of the piano, adjusting the height of the bench.

Logan chuckled, “Ah, yes… You are a good two feet taller than my last student.” He watched quietly as Remus rubbed his fingers together as though warming them, then as he held them carefully over the keys in the C position, not yet pressing down. “Before you begin," Logan continued, smile broadening at his well-practiced posture. "Remus, may I offer you some water?”

“No, thank you.” Remus’ hands practically buzzed with energy and Logan had the distinct impression he was already playing in his mind. Without looking away, he gestured with his head toward his suitcase. “My Lyft driver hooked me up.”

Eyes drawn to his bag, Logan noticed the small CGK -> SEA bag check strip hanging next to a bright green luggage tag. “Wait, did you say you just flew in from Jakarta? ” He tilted his head at his student. “Jakarta, Indonesia?” Remus nodded, hands now moving across the keys, still waiting until instructed to press down. “That’s at least a twelve hour flight!’

“Fifteen,” Remus nodded again, this time with a little shrug as he bounced his heels against the floor. “It was a great time to compose. I was working on something on the flight and I’d love to play it for you.” He smiled up at Logan. “May I?”

“Please,” Logan nodded and Remus immediately launched into a riotous crescendo, hands racing up and down the keys. Logan listened with a half smile, something haunting and familiar about the piece. It took several measures before he recognized a chord progression from his own composition that Remus had played during their previous lesson. Logan continued to listen, the harmony elevated to a new melody, interwoven with reversed refrains from the Beethoven he'd played that day, as well as some of the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata, Toccata and Fugue, and other snippets from the most famous classics and baroque pieces, all woven through Remus' own original work.

He felt an odd stirring of pride to have variations of his music included with that of the great composers of the 18th and 19th centuries. Remus finished with a flourish and looked up, hands resting primly on the keys, near trembling as he waited for his instructor’s feedback.

“That was… beautiful, Remus.” He watched Remus’ fingers dance over the keys, silently replaying different sections. He pointed to his hands and nodded. “That part, right there… Play that again, please.”

Remus picked up exactly where he’d been in the music with that hand position, fingers flying with a grace and speed Logan had rarely seen. And certainly never personally experienced. After he’d finished that section, he looked up at Logan again with expectant eyes.

“And how long have you been working on this piece?” Logan was incredibly impressed he’d managed to so seamlessly incorporate new pieces from last week’s lesson.

Remus moved his hands from the keys and instead drummed his fingers against his lap. Almost chagrined, he waggled his head back and forth as he spoke. “It… it took me most of the flight, actually.”

Legs pointed away from the piano, Logan perched next to him on the bench. “Are you saying you composed this entire piece in your head on a fifteen hour flight from Singapore?”

Again, he shrugged. Sitting this close, Logan only now noticed Remus’ bloodshot eyes and purplish shadows he’d hidden with makeup. "Remus, when have you last slept?" Logan shifted in his seat, preparing to rise and send Remus home early for a well-deserved rest.

As though reading his mind, Remus reached for his arm, then pulled back before actually touching him. “I’m fine, really,” he said, eyes wide and searching Logan’s features. “Please. Please, let’s continue the lesson.”

“If you are quite certain…” Logan began, doubt coloring his voice. Remus nodded rapidly and sat up straight in front of the keys, hands in a perfect apple curve. He could have balanced a ruler on the backs of his wrists.

“Very well, Remus. Perhaps together we can begin to transcribe your composition,” Logan murmured, swinging his legs around to the other side to face the piano. He pulled a pencil and a sheaf of blank staff paper from the basket next to the piano and smiled. “Will you play it again?”

#variations on a sin #logan sanders #remus hyde #human au #part of the love and madness series #prequel to play us a song #sanders sides #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #intrulogicalweek2022 #intrulogical week 2022 #intrulogical #intrulogical week

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projectcaramel · 1 year

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No Forgiveness (END) - Obey Me! Belphegor

I didn’t see Belphegor for a while after that incident in the living room. Beel carried his food to their room for a long time, and I admit I felt a little guilty every time I saw him do it. I knew Beel loved his brother a lot, even if his brother was a lazy asshole, so seeing the cinnamon roll upset was a trying thing.

Eventually, I cooled down enough that I at least wanted him to eat with his family, but when I told Beel that his twin didn’t have to isolate himself, his only reply was that Belphie chose to do it for his own reasons, and he was being stubborn about it.

So, his self-confinement continued. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. His older siblings visited him and tried to coax him out, but nothing would make him budge. I admit I was a little perplexed. He had avoided me before, but...

I cast my thoughts away from him as I started to play the piano again. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. The slow, first movement, adagio sostenuto, keened through my fingers like a departed friend, regretting every instant that they lingered. The bittersweet second, allegretto, felt just as brief, just as painfully happy as I had felt in that time...

And the third, presto agitato, violently passionate and ripping through my being just as sharply as the claws that had torn through my back, the words he said as he laughed in hysteric indecency. The frenzy, the anger! How it resounded with such great and terrible ardor! Tumbling down the line of notes, just like my body falling down the staircase that led to the attic, my blood splattering the chords with terrible finality as my fingers clutched the last parts of the piece.

“...when did my playing become like this?” I muttered, even as I stood up, holding up my head and wandering away from the exhausted piano. I found myself at that same stairwell, the one I hadn’t dared come back to ever since Belphegor had killed me.

And I slowly started to ascend the stairs, barely concerned with the creaking that weighed on my ears.

“I’m so glad you’re here... I can’t imagine living all alone in this academy without any other humans...”

Creak. Creak.

“Lucifer’s such an asshole! He won’t stop lecturing me 24/7!”

“He really is,” Belphegor laughed with me, even as he held my hand through his prison. “I really wouldn’t know what to do if you’d fallen for him like the rest.”

“Oh, please, there’s only one guy that even has a shot with me!”

“Who?”

“That’s a secret~”

Tap. Tap. The top of the stairway. The attic. That place.

“So you’re a demon too? And their brother?”

“I’m sorry... I meant to tell you earlier, but I was scared how you would react if I did.” His expression was one of genuine remorse, and I reached out to fluff his hair, smiling a little.

“Well... I guess I’ve gotten used to it now. Besides, I was always a little suspicious. You were still lonely too.”

I crossed the threshold, and I was soon overwhelmed with the memory of his freedom.

"When I get out of here, Sidra," Belphie said from behind me, and I glanced backward at his dual-toned head of hair. "I want to hug you."

"Belphie?"

"Is that too selfish of me?" I shook my head first before I realized he couldn't see me.

"No," I answered with a little smile. "Of course not. I want to hug you too." I turned towards him. "I've almost made the last pact."

"I can't wait," he replied wistfully. "Can we hold hands too?" I laughed to myself.

"You're getting awfully sentimental with me."

"I guess I've been stuck in here too long."

I was nearly frozen, my blood rattling inside my veins like a bell. A warning bell. The Moonlight Sonata was thundering inside my ears even though the attic was silent. Why did it sound like my heart?

"You... Really are an idiot." I could feel his lips by my ear, the smile curving across my flesh. Chills were racing up and down my back as I realized his curling ram horns had extended from his head, his long tail sweeping around my leg. His arms around me... They didn't seem so gentle anymore.

"Belphie?"

Splat. Splatter.

...Thud.

I fell to my knees, covering my face as my breathing turned even more erratic. Why did I come up here? I knew I could never come back here since he did that. I knew. But I still...

I scrambled away from the spot I had been sitting, crawling desperately for the window, which I threw open, gasping for air as if I had been starved of it.

I need to get out of here.

I crawled out of the window, reaching for the eaves of the roof before I shrieked as my hands faltered, my body falling into empty air.

"Oi!" A jarring yank on my arm, and my sliding stopped. "Ugh. Hold on." The blue-nailed hand that had emerged into my vision slowly pulled, stabilizing me on the roof of the House of Lamentation. "There we go. That was close." I glanced at Belphegor, almost mystified as he let out a sigh.

"What are you doing here?" I asked blankly of the youngest out of the brothers.

"I was looking at the sky," he replied after a moment.

"Why?"

"Because it's pretty?" He tilted his head. "Why'd you crawl out the window?"

"I was..." I glanced down before the nausea hit, and I looked away from the ledge covering my mouth. Even if that fall wouldn't have killed me, I would have been left severely injured... "Trying to get out of the attic."

"Are you an idiot? The door was right—"

"Shut up!" I snapped at him, and I punched him in the chest. Hard.

"Ow!"

"Why did you have to give me PTSD?!" I startled him the longer I spoke, clinging onto his shirt with the voracity of a dead woman. "I liked you! You were my friend! You fucking bastard!"

The male seemed too stunned to even react as I panted, my tears coursing down my face.

"What do you want me to do, Sidra?" He sounded helpless. "I can't ever take it back."

"I want you to be the guy I met in the attic!" I retorted angrily. "The one who didn't kill me and laugh at my corpse!" Belphegor stared at me for several long moments before he sighed.

"That was it?" he mumbled, nursing a hand through his hair. "If that was all... I'm still the same guy, you know. I didn't lie to you about how I loved looking at stars and the moon." I glanced at the Devildom sky despite myself, and for a moment, I was spellbound by the full, beautiful scarlet moon. Come to think of it, today was the Devildom's lunar eclipse.

"But you aren't," I rasped, sinking against the roof. "You lied to me... So many times."

"But I won't lie to you again," he replied, and I flinched as I felt his hand on my face. "I won't. Have I lied to you since then?"

"How should I know?"

"You should," he replied. "Since you're the person who knows me the best." He leaned his head against mine. "But I guess you won't buy that either. So... just look up at these stars with me.” Despite my confused emotions, or maybe because of them, I didn’t shove Belphegor away as he interlaced our fingers together, looking up at the night sky.

“Sidra, I really like having you here. It seems like you’re the only person who understands my feelings... You will come back tomorrow, right?”

“Of course. Because you’re the only person who understands me, right?”

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#obey me belphie #belphegor #obey me shall we date #angst #ptsd #hatred #unforgivable #piano #moonlight sonata

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 1 year

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I'm currently learning the first movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" and let me tell you something. That piece holds so many emotions. Negative emotions. But in a beautiful sounding way if you know what I mean. When I play it or listen to it, it feels like a piece filled with grief, anger, despair and sadness.

The grief you feel after loosing someone, sheer anger.

The Player is trying to calm themselves down at the beginning and during more calmer and more upbeat parts but they fail and they are slowly succumbing to insanity through the piece.

There are angry parts, parts which sound like grief and parts which sound like try they are trying to calm themselves down but they are too sad and too desperate, to angry to succeed in doing so.

The piece is super messy and emotional for me and I try to play it like this.

I do like the perfect versions online but I also love when it sounds messy yet emotional and dark.

There has to be a heavy, suffocating silence at the beginning. A silence which leaves room for speculation and thoughts. Then the beginning of the song is played quietly, nearly not audible only to slowly get louder. Some notes are played with more force than others, lifting the volume. During calmer parts, the volume sinks too and the playing gets more gentle again but it subtly changes again to loud and more angry/more desperate.

The piece isn't played fast or wild, that's out of question. But messy with a tad of the usual perfection which is required for playing the piano so that it still sounds good.

I always imagine the player, sitting in a cold empty room with only some dark furniture, playing this piece trying to soothe himself while grieving after someone dear to him. The pain is fresh and with these emotions comes anger. Anger and pain which drives him for a short period of time to slight madness but with the end of the song comes tiredness and the calm revealing the heartbreak completely.

#I am using my piano practice break for this #I in fact started my break earlier than wanted because I couldn't get this out of my head #When I play in front of others I try to play it perfectly and all but for myself I play it as messy and as emotional as I feel it #I enjoy playing emotionally driven more tbh #I feel music incredibly strong for some reason #When I don't feel anything I quickly lose fun or interest in that song #piano #piano player #beethoven #moonlight sonata #classical music #music #interpretation #classical music pieces

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a-preferable-alternative · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

Okay okay, 5 songs (that haven't changed in like 5 years cuz I cant find new music)

(yes I'm very boring)

#ask #@a sphyxia

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peoplecallmesmug · 7 months

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Dramatism might not be so bad

I was hospitalized recently. Nothing serious but I felt really sluggish and exhausted the entire time.

Now I was just normally lying down with a blanket over my whole body. From my tippy toes to where my non-existent brain is supposed to be.

And for some who-knows-why reason my guardian started listening to Beethoven out of nowhere. Moonlight Sonata to be specific. First time i heard of such interest.

As for the point of all this, I don't think I'll ever hear a more clear sign of imminent death.

Sounds straight out of a movie uk, the inaudible background music that will decide the course of things. It was hilarious for the most part if not a bit ominous

What I'd look like if told my conclusions to the people around me:

#A snippet of mundane life #I feel sick #Haha i know I'm not funny

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margins-zeldaverse2407 · 9 months

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Character Analysis pt 1

Hi Guys! Here I have the first part of my Zeldaverse Character Analysis! Names for the AU are still open to suggestion, so send yous in! I'd love to hear from you! (sorry about the formatting; for some reason it wouldn't let me post with bulletpoints :/ )

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Goddess

Game: Skyward Sword

Age: 19

Weapon of Choice: Goddess Magic, she also has a broadsword fashioned after the original Goddess Sword

Notes:

Very close to Sunshine, they’re best friends and she’s teaching her how to use her powers

Bubbly and excitable, but she also knows when to dial it back

She tries to get along with Eos, but their relationship can be a bit tense at times due to their contrasting personalities…

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Radiance

Game: Minish Cap and Four Swords

Age: 16

Weapon of Choice: Twin Swords

Notes:

Her name is Radiance because of the Light Force!

She… doesn’t really know how to use the Light Force, though, so she uses her swords.

Her swords are sort of like if the Four Sword was split into two swords.

She can’t split into four like Pico (her Link) can (at the moment), but if she could her colors would be Purple (wisdom), Yellow (strength of will), Pink (melancholy and empathy), and White (justice).

Still getting over the whole Vaati debacle…

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Sonata

Game: Ocarina of Time (Adult Timeline)

Age: 24

Weapon of Choice: Ocarina of Time, Sheik’s Throwing Daggers

Notes:

She’s from seven years after Ocarina of Time’s end (coincidence? ….yeah, actually)

Due to politicks™, she had to get married to ensure stability for her kingdom. Her husband (who was really kinda garbage) died pretty early on in the marriage, but not before they had a son. (Oh yeah and she’s still in love with her Link. She never forgot about him.)

Her son’s name is Sheik and he’s six years old! He’s a cutie patootie. She loves him so much. She also carries around a small portrait of him.

The Mom™

A music nerd. She adores it. She composes music. GIVE ME MUSIC NERD ZELDA.

Her name comes from Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata”, which I chose because I thought it fit with her younger self’s name…

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Lullaby

Game: Majora’s Mask (Child Timeline)

Age: 11! The Youngest™

Weapon of Choice: Well… she’s not exactly amazing at fighting yet. But Sonata lets her borrow her old throwing daggers.

Notes:

She doesn’t know that she and Sonata are technically the same person.

Instead, she looks to Sonata as a mother figure.

She misses her Link a lot. He just went off to Termina in her timeline, and she’s worried he’ll come back before she does and think she abandoned him.

She’s got a lil crush :3

She also really loves her Impa and thinks of her as her mother (since her own mother died when she was so young)

A pure synonym roll. Too good for this world. I would die for her.

Also CRAZY SMART DO NOT MESS WITH THIS KID SHE WILL END YOU

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Eos

Game: Twilight Princess

Age: 19

Weapon of Choice: Bow of Light and Rapier

Notes:

SO so selfless. Everything she’s ever done has been for other people. She never thinks of herself.

However, this tends to lead to her neglecting her own needs…

She’s in love with her Link (because I’m a Zelink addict and this is my AU so I can do what I want) but he’s still trying to figure out his feelings for Midna. But they’re still best friends!

…Midna was also part of their friend group, and actually one of Zelda’s first friends (reference the TP Manga). Zelda misses her a lot.

Very reserved. Goddess’s eternal sunshine grates on her sometimes, but they try to get along.

Her nickname (in this AU) is Twili for Sunrise. It was a nickname Midna gave her…

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Tetra

Game: Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass

Age: 15

Weapon of Choice: Cutlass and PISTOL (because I think Tetra should have a gun)

Notes:

Doesn’t know how to react to learning she’s Phantasma’s Great-Great-Grandmother.

She reminds Eos of Midna. As such, they are close.

Very hot-headed and… kinda critical of some of the other Zeldas. Especially Dawn. She’s learning to like her, though.

She is a PIRATE. She drinks like there’s no tomorrow, swears like a sailor, and sings sea shanties LOUDLY and VERY off-key.

However, her time as a princess (and her time with her Link) has taught her the importance of kindness and wisdom and fairness. So she tries to be a good example for Lullaby (also because lullaby reminds her of aryll who is like a lil sister to her youknowwhatimsayin)

Speaking of her Link, he’s very obviously got a massive crush on her. She’s not exactly reciprocative (yet) but she still considers him her best friend.

Her ship is called the Storm Queen because I think that’s a frikken’ AWESOME name

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Phantasma

Game: Spirit Tracks

Age: 19

Weapon of Choice: Ghost Magic

Notes:

She can still phantomize herself at will because ghost powers heck yes

She’s physically older than Tetra but the same height. She floats around a lot to give the impression of her being taller.

Like a lil ray of sunshine! She’s adorable. Also gets along really well with Goddess.

Her Link is teaching her how to drive trains. She likes it a little too much.

Carries around the Spirit Flute and plays it a lot. She and Sonata like to gush about music together.

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Visionary

Game: A Link to the Past, Link’s Awakening, Oracles

Age: 18

Weapon of Choice: Magic, especially of the Telepathic and Telekinetic kind

Notes:

NOT jaw-droppingly beautiful. Actually, you might call her superficially ugly. But she acts in such a way that you forget about that because her personality is just so beautiful.

Very quiet and soft-spoken. She was always kind of told to keep quiet and stay out of sight by her family because of her appearance. But with help from her Link, she’s learning to be bolder.

Speaking of, they’re not a thing (yet). He’s still figuring out how to process Marin, and though she thinks he’s cute, her feelings for him aren’t quite romantic at the present. Besides, she wants to work on herself before trying to connect with anyone romantically.

I have so many thoughts about her but most of them are incredibly vague and I feel so bad because I love her so much and want to put more stuff about her but I can’t yetttt :’(

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Iconography (Icon for short)

Game: A Link Between Worlds, Tri Force Heroes

Age: 15 ½

Weapon of Choice: Staff (like a bo staff)

Notes:

Such an arteest. Can and will paint a gorgeous watercolor painting of you in secret and then give it to you and you will cry

Besties with Hilda and Princess Styla. They meet for tea every Thursday and spend the whole time giggling and gossiping about boys.

On a more serious note, she has a lot of Yuga trauma and hates seeing herself in mirrors because her beauty is the thing that made him curse her. She and Visionary have a lot of talks about the nature of beauty and what it really is

I am so sorry for all the romance but i am a zelink addict now if you’ll excuse me

She and her Link were like. Love at first sight. And they’re super cute and also very public about it but in more of a sappy mushy way than a gross way. They’re also both really bad at flirting.

She misses him a lot :’(

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Dawn

Game: The Legend of Zelda (1986), Zelda II: The Adventure of Link

Age: 16

Weapon of Choice: Magic

Notes:

Okay so she’s the Zelda as in the Original Zelda, not the Zelda who was asleep for hundreds of years. (not that I have anything against that zelda, but there were already a lot of zeldas and i wanted to cut back on cast size. she’ll be in this au, just not a part of the main cast)

She went through a lot of trauma when she was ten. It… kinda made her steely, to be honest. But it also made her incredibly kind.

At sixteen, she is the acting sovereign of her kingdom and relies a lot on her Link for advice. He is in fact her most trusted royal advisor.

They also be in love :3 Nothing like trauma bonding to bring two soulmates together :)

Her name is not Dawn as in when the sun rises, but Dawn as in the phrase “the Dawn of Time”, because she’s the first chronological Zelda.

As skilled as she is with her magic, and as hardened as she is as a fighter, and as intense as her personality is, she still enjoys wearing the big fluffy pink dresses. I kinda want to lean into it because a lot of people want to push back against it but I think we need to tell the young girls of our day that you can be feminine and wear pink fluffy dresses and still be able to kick butt :)

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Valkyrie

Game: Hyrule Warriors

Age: 18

Weapon of Choice: Rapier and Harp Magic

Notes:

YO SHE’S A QUEEN

Both literally and figuratively ;)

She and Sonata like to talk about queenly things. They are very close.

She still uses her Sheik disguise, and so she and Sonata also talk about their respective experiences being Sheik.

Lana is her bestie. Like they are such good friends. Lana is going to be the maid of honor at Valkyrie and her Link’s wedding because it will happen eventually there is no denying it

She is such a big sister. She was a big sister to baby Orpheus (the Hero of Time) and Awakener (the Hero of Winds) and Tetra when they were in her Hyrule during the War of Eras. She and Phantasma didn’t really know each other that well but now they’re like :0 I remember YOU and they’re starting to get along super well despite their very different personalities

Very calm and dignified. You’d think she’d be pretty much unflappable, just like Eos. But you’d be wrong. She has a mischievous streak a mile long and has in fact started a prank war with Tetra. (again, the big sister energy)

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Sunshine

Game: Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom

Age: 120; physically 20

Weapon of Choice: Sage of Time Powers and also remnants of the Goddess Power, and also DRAGONY BITS (please my friends I have not finished TOTK and she will get updates when I do)

Notes:

Okay so like I just said. I have not beaten TOTK yet, so I don’t know a lot about how she’s gonna go about her biz yet. Please no spoilers.

However.

She and Sonata bond over being the Sage of Time. Sonata is confused about how the Sages work in the Era of the Wild. Sunshine is confused about how they work in the Era of Time.

Loves her Link and he loves her :) they are just a sweet happy couple

They gonna be gettin’ married soon :) (Sidon is gonna be Link’s best man >:D )

SO intrigued by the other princesses’ Hyrules’ cultures and technology and races and like. everything about them

She is such a nerd /affectionate

Tired of having to fight ancient evils for centuries. She is excited to be doing what she loves best: exploring and learning (although she’d prefer it if her Link was there too)

Her hair has grown out since the end of TOTK, but it’s not as long as it was in BOTW. It also appears shorter because it’s CURLY

OH and she’s ¼ Sheikah on her dad’s side. Purah and Impa are not only her best friends but also her cousins.

She was very intimidated by Goddess at first because. Of obvious reasons. But THEN they became best friends and are inseparable. I love them.

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Zelda Counterparts and Other People that will be in this AU:

Hilda my girl :)

Princess Styla

Somnia (the Zelda from Zelda II)

Lana

Various Impas

And lots more!!!

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I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the formatting but Tumblr was being weird. Part two will probably focus on the secondary characters I mentioned in the last bit. But anyway, thanks for reading! Don't be afraid to send asks or anything about what you thought- I love hearing from you!

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