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diagnosed-anxiety-disorder · 5 months

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Waking up the next day after an orchestra performance feeling like my arms want to fall off 👍👍👍

I'm so sad we're never gonna perform the Romeo & Juliet Overture ever again though, I enjoyed that piece so much even though it was so fucking long

this was also my first time being in a principal seat for my school's chamber so that was terrifying! But i had lots of fun so it was worth it :>

#musik musik musik i call this musik #orchestra #honestly i feel like it wouldnt be as bad if i wasnt absent for like half of the rehearsals bc i was sick but whatever

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annikasevenshots · 2 years

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genuinely hate to shit on what's on the whole a super exciting teaser but i SWEAR to god if they continue to exploit raffi for trauma porn this season i literally quit

#raffi musiker #sdcc 2022 #LET WOMEN OF COLOUR TELL HAPPY STORIES CHALLENGE #just leave them alone i swear to god #'you have no idea how hard it is to be in this world' true but also WHY RAFFI #i'm just tired of defending raffi's trauma to trekbros as if white ass writers arent the ones calling the shots #raffi isnt a shit character you fucks are just too cowardly to let her be happy #actually so mad and scared rn #also if they decide she's 'too sad and unpopular' and cut her out of a seven spinoff #you WILL be hearing from me and it won't be pleasant #LET RAFFI MUSIKER BE HAPPY CHALLENGE

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procrastinatorproject · 1 year

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One day, I will start writing before midnight and actually go to bed at a reasonable time. Today is not that day...

Continuing with the Raffi whump (just skipping the parts where I still need to come up with alien germs and technical terms 😋)

Context: Early in their friendship, Raffi is visiting Rios on La Sirena. She's currently in sickbay, trying to avoid being treated for a pretty severe headache. Also: the new privacy protocols mean that the doors to sickbay don't open on approach when there's a patient being treated inside.

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The hologram’s yammering was interrupted by a thump from the door, followed by loud, Spanish cursing.

The EMH twirled around just as Rios barked: “Computer, open the door!” and the two halves of the door slid away, letting in dimmed lights from the nightly mess hall. “See, that’s why I never let anyone else on my ship, it causes all kinds of…” Rios’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the round room and came face to face with his own image in the form of the medical hologram. “You!”

The EMH looked a little stiff, now that his captain was actually in front of him. “I did mention the update to the privacy protocols before—”

“I deactivated you!”

Raffi winced a little as Rios’s accusatory yell made her ears ring.

The EMH pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “When the computer detects a crew member in distress —”

“She’s not a crew member.”

Raffi wanted to make some clever retort to that, but all that came out was a muffled grunt.

The EMH, meanwhile, rolled his eyes so hard it was visible in the dim half-light. “A passenger, then,” he said. “Either way, my systems activate when there’s someone in need of medical attention. Especially when I have already been treating them for a serious neurological condition.”

All of a sudden, Rios’s anger was replaced by concern. “I thought it was just a headache?”

Raffi waved a dismissive hand. “I’m fine. He’s exaggerating.” She pushed off the table so she was sitting a little straighter. “Computer, deactivate —”

“Now wait just a minute,” Emil huffed just as Rios said: “Belay that order.”

The hologram turned to him. “Thank you, Captain, I—”

“You shut up and go tidy that.” Rios gestured at the hypospray vials that had rolled everywhere. “This place is a mess.”

The EMH looked like he wanted to defend himself, but at Rios’s warning glare he actually went to collect the evidence of Raffi’s escape attempt with only a quiet mutter.

Rios hesitated briefly, then he crossed his arms over his chest. “Is he exaggerating?”

#don't worry: raffi will be fine!#She just needs to sleep #as emil keeps telling her #advice i should probably take myself......#star trek picard #raffi musiker #cristobal rios #emil (emh)#(Also: why is it that all my stories have to veer into angst?#I am apparently incapable of resisting the siren call of Making My Characters Suffer...)#anyway #lili's writing adventures #writing accountability

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synthville · 1 year

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“Beheadings are on Wednesday’s.”

RAFFI MUSIKER - ST: PIC - S03E03

#raffi musiker #worf son of mogh #worf #ok they got me with these two lol #like the fact that this buddy cop thing is basically reheating what seven and raffi did in s2 aside #these two seem like the only ones having fun* rn and it’s pretty cute #*i mean. raffi is definitely Going Thru It but like the actors seem to be having a good time which is always cool to see #still iffy on this SL but im SO glad raffi isn’t isolated anymore so y’know cheers to that #plus she’s never been hotter #like:#‘i just bring it when the moment calls’ HOT.#literally the sexiest delivery in the history of this show lmao #(also an amazing bit of character work they would do well to remember🫢) but im loving this dumb and dumber moment lol #looking forward to things picking up and everybody meeting up tho like let’s skedaddle maybe #.rfi #*

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lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar · 1 year

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#showaddywaddy #heavenly #musik med gummisko #1976 #6TH SONG #i love them #dave you're cute look at your face #you have a cute nose too #i also like rod's nose #and malcolm's nose #i like everybody's nose #i love noses #dave i like how you introduced the song #'it's called heavenly let's dooo iiiiit'#the way he said it #showaddywaddy gifs

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thewilddoghaunts · 2 years

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Be still and know that I'm with you

Be still and know that I am here

Be still and know that I'm with you

Be still, be still, and know

When darkness comes upon you

And covers you with fear and shame

Be still and know that I'm with you

And I will say your name

If terror falls upon your bed

And sleep no longer comes

Remember all the words I said

Be still, be still, and know

When you go through the valley

And the shadow comes down from the hill

If morning never comes to be

Be still, be still, be still

If you forget the way to go

And lose where you came from

If no one is standing beside you

Be still and know I am

Be still and know that I'm with you

Be still and know I am

#Sime #for marcie #for fynn #<him especially #because he has the nightmares all the time #as someone who was raised catholic can i just say #i love that he never actually calls it 'god'#musik #be still - the fray

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animegirlsakurablr · 2 years

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Shenanigans in the Grand Order, part 387

Well, doesn't help that you do act like a protective dad from time to time.

Someone put some moth repellant on the Singularity.

... Emiya, what you're wearing seems better fit for spring or fall weather.

Is this why Summer Yu is a Lancer? Anyway, awwwww!!

Ohhhh, we're screwed.

Hey, Yu, wanna join me in the depressed corner?

Oof.

😅

Okay, what should I call you? Kiara Lily? Sessyoin Lily? Anyway, I'm already suspicious of the kid.

Oh, nice.

#Fate/Grand Order #Shenanigans in the Grand Order #Emiya (Fate)#Goredolf Musik #Qin Shi Huang (FGO)#Yu Mei-ren (FGO)#Xiang Yu (FGO)#Sigurd (FGO)#Brynhild (Fate)#Sessyoin Lily #game's calling her that so I might as well #'Why are you suspicious of the kid?' Uh bc she's /Kiara?/

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versegm · 1 year

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Goredolf insists on meeting every new servant summoned to Chaldea.

First of all, he is literally the director; he wants people to at least have a vague idea of who he is and why he’s important here. Second of all, he almost had a heart attack the first time he walked into the cafeteria and ran into three different people wearing Koyanskaya’s face, so he wants the head’s up in case someone like Limbo or Rasputin gets summoned one day.

Unfortunately, that also means that sometimes, he gets in situations like this one.

“Hello!” The new servant makes a little wave of the hand. “I was told to come meet you after my summoning. Happy to meet you!”

They’re wearing white, loose clothes, with black streaks here and there. He is pretty sure it’s a mystic code of sorts. They have black gloves and thick boots, the kind one brings for mountain climbing.

What they do not have, however, is a head.

It’s not even a Hessian situation. There is no black hole, no void, no fog to hide the deed. The servant has legs, a stomach, a chest, a neck, and then suddenly it gets cut off part a certain point. Goredolf can see the bare flesh on the cut, the blood pumping beneath, and even a bit of spinal cord. Needless to say, it’s quite disturbing.

“My eyes are up there, director.” The servant says with a laugh, pointing at the empty space above the that definitely does not have eyes. “You shouldn’t be staring too much. It’ll make you sick.”

Goredolf coughs into his fist. “Apologies. I did not mean to be rude. It is merely a surprising sight, as you can imagine.” Still, he can’t help sneaking another glance at that neck. “Did you die of beheading?”

“Bit of a personal question, don’t you think?” Goredolf hears a laugh at the end of their sentence, though, so they’re probably? Not offended? Where is their voice even coming from? Goredolf genuinely can’t tell. “Mostly though, I forgot what I looked like. Don’t worry too much about it. I’m sure I’ll remember eventually.”

This is either a very obvious lie, or an incredibly sad fact, so Goredolf decides not to push it. “Anyways. I am Goredolf Musik, the director of Chaldea. As they probably already told you.” He adds hastily, remembering how the servant referred to him by title earlier.

The servant’s neck bobs forward. It takes Goredolf a second to realize this is meant to be a nod. “And I am Caster of Antartica.”

Ooh. It’s one of those. Circumstances being as they are, Goredolf often finds himself forgetting that knowing a servant’s true name is kind of A Big Deal. Rare are those who stick to anonymity- and even then, Goredolf is certain they’ve already disclosed their name to the Master specifically.

Goredolf’s gaze rakes the servant up and down once more. Caster of Antartica… Someone from an expedition to the poles, perhaps? A survivor of The Terror?

He’ll have to do some research later. For now, he extends a hand to them. “Glad to have you on board.”

“Likewise.” The servant says cheerfully. They grab Goredolf’s offered palm, shake it, and-

Their hand.

Their hand

Is

Trembling.

The clothes can be changed. The face can be hidden. The voice can be tweaked. But the hands. The hands. The hands. Trembling hands, scarred hands, damaged hands. Goredolf would recognize them anywhere. No glove on this earth, no matter how thick, would be enough to hide this tremble.

Goredolf pales. “You are-”

The servant suddenly pulls on his arm, and Goredolf tumbles right into their embrace, cut mid-sentence. They wrap both arms around him into a hug, rubbing circles against his back.

“My, Director. Don’t you know it’s rude to use the wrong name when someone introduce themself as something else?”

Their voice is friendly. Their hands are warm. Goredolf feels so, so deathly cold. “But- you-”

“Am merely a heroic spirit who heard a call for help, and decided to lend a hand. That is all there is to it.” They part from him with a tap on his shoulder. If they had a face, Goredolf just know they would be smiling, with that annoying fucking smile they always use when they are profoundly sad. “Now I believe my presence is upsetting you, so I will take my leave. Hopefully our paths will never cross again.”

They turn to leave, but Goredolf grabs onto the hem of their shirt. (He doesn’t recognize this uniform. Is this what they wore, prior to the lostbelts? Is it what they will wear, in the future?) “Wait! Does… does the Master know?”

The servant pauses, and Goredolf realizes how stupid of a question that was. Of course they do. The Master is many thing- lacking in common sense, way too friendly, garbage at magecraft- but if there’s one thing they have figured out, it’s servants. Of course they would know. Of course.

“… Don’t tell them.” The servant says eventually. “To say it out loud would be to speak it into existence. So long as no one says it, we can pretend. You can grant us that small mercy, can't you? Let us pretend?”

#my writing #fate #fate grand order #fgo #guda #ritsuka fujimaru #goredolf musik

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Your Savior (Part 2)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You take a Deep Breath, trying to calm down, knowing he couldn't get you now. At least for some time. You knew he wouldn't stop there, he'd try to find you again and terrorize you until you gave in and come crawling back to him.

You take a look in the mirror outside and see him screaming and raging."Hey, are you okay? What happened out there?" the dark haired woman on the driver's side asked. You wince slightly, as you were so caught up in your thoughts, you completely forgot she was still there. "Hey hey, I didn't mean to scare you" she says, trying to sound somewhat comforting. "N-no.. it's okay.. I'm fine.." you say, your voice barely loud enough for her to hear.

"Who was that" the Woman asked again. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, everything was just too much. "Not now, sorry, it's just all too overwhelming right now. Thanks though for stopping, I don't even wanna imagine what would have happened if he got me." You give her a weak smile, and she just nods her head and continues driving.

About 20 minutes later you're still driving, the silence that surronded you during that time wasn't that unpleasant after all. The radio was playing quiet musik and all in all you were just glad you finally got some rest. "Where are we headed?" you decided to break the silence. "home" she replies. "I just came back from a buisness trip and the airport it quite far away from where i live." You nodded, silence filling the car once more.

Some minutes later you decide to finally ask her who she was, she seemed so oddly familiar to you. "Can I ask you one more question?" "sure, as many as you'd like" she said. "Who are you and do we know each other by any chance? You seem so familiar"

She chuckled, "Well, you might know me under my ringname, Rhea Ripley, but you can just call me Demi". And that's when it hit you. Rhea. Ripley. The woman you always admired. for her strength and confidence. You just sit there, stunned at what had just happened. "You okay?" Demi asks with a chuckle. "Yeah, yes I- uh I just didn't expect that" you say. She laughs at your response.

"I- I'm y/n btw" you say, a smile tugging a the corner of your lips. How lucky could you be? The Rhea Ripley was the one so save you. "Nice to meet you y/n" Rhea grins. "Do you have anywhere to stay for now?". You shake your head "No, I don't have any friends around here and my parents live quite far away" you explain.

"Okay, you'll just come with me then, also good cause I know you're protected and don't need to blame myself in case anything happens to you tonight" Rhea says, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

You arrive at her place a few minutes later and you both exit the car. Rhea grabs her suitcase from the trunk before opening the door to her apartment. She puts her suitcase next to a small shelf in the hallway before taking off her shoes. You notice just now that you don't have any shoes so you open your backpack to search for a new pair of socks as yours were dirty from running outside.

You quickly change them and follow Rhea inside. "Are you hungry? Do you want anything to drink?"she asks, as you step into the kitchen. "Some water would be good thanks" you say. She hands you a glass of water and Begins to rummage around the kitchen to gather some supplies for cooking.

"Can I help you with anything?" you ask, putting the now empty glass aside. "You can chop some onions and Tomatoes for the Sauce if you want. I'm gonna make Pasta for dinner." Demi says, handing you a cutting board and a knive. Both of you Standing next to each other, you cutting the veggies and her preparing the noodles.

"Mind telling me what happened?" Rhea asks in a comforting voice. You stop cutting mid way, putting the knive away, and start fidgeting with your hands. You turn around so you were leanig against the counter with your back. You take a deep Breath and exhale slowly before starting to speak.

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This is part 2 on my Heal my Wounds series, hope you enjoy. I've already got plans for future parts but I still appreciate every comment on wishes or hopes etc :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe x reader #ex boyfriend #wrestling #rescue #injuries

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rogerswifesblog · 7 months

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Kinktober - voyeurism

Hello! It’s the first fic from my kinktober list!

I Hope i can post as often as possible, but I’m a bit busy with work since I’m working night shifts and then sleep during the day<3

Well, have fun reading and enjoy the fic! Feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated!

A big thank you @jamneuromain for beta reading❤️

Summary: Lloyd noticed his agents payed way too much attention to you, just because they couldn’t distinguish between you being friendly and not flirty. So he decides to show them who you belong to. And who’s name you’re moaning at night.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female reader

Warnings: VOYEURISM, EXHIBITIONISM, Overstimulation, p in v, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, squirting, size kink?, possessive Lloyd, creampie, masturbation, crying (from pleasure ofc😋)

Lloyd felt the pen in his hand bending, as he tried to keep himself calm while noticing how one of his new agents looked right at your butt when you walked past him. Right after you gave Lloyd a very passionate kiss. In front of those people. And yet he still watched your body like a starving dog looking at meat.

It made Lloyd sick. And angry. Only he was allowed to look at you like that. Not those fuckers that weren’t probably even good enough to look your way.

Hah.

Probably.

He knew they weren't even good enough to breathe the same air as you.

But he wanted them to know that surely.

So he called in a meeting in the evening.

For all the agents he had noticed who were drooling after you or you had mentioned were a bit annoyingly friendly, which he knew you meant They were flirting with you but you didn’t want to get them in trouble.

And that’s how you found yourself in Lloyds lap, your legs spread as he made you sit with your back turned to him and having dozen of gazes on your naked body, your puffy and swollen cunt from how many orgasms Lloyd has already pulled from you, with his hands, tongue and now cock, fucking you senseless.

Your body was already covered in sweat, cum and spit from Lloyds kisses all over you body. He had even let the agents touch you. Well, your legs only, just to give a taste of how soft and warm your skin was. To make them crave you even more. Letting you walk in your underwear between them, sitting in some on their laps while they weren’t allowed to touch anything besides your calves and arms.

Lloyd could tell all of them were hard. Wanting you. Needing to feel release. He knew it. Because he needed it too. He needed to fill your pussy, letting them watch him mark you even more than just some simple hickeys.

He wanted them to watch his cum drip out of you while you’d sit on his desk with your legs spread. He’d make you play with yourself for them to see.

Just the thought made his own legs tremble slightly as he bit into your neck harsher, leaving a bruise behind. Your mewls filling his ears like Musik. Fuck. He loved it. “Such a pretty, obedient girl. My good girl. Just mine. Look at them. Show them who’s making you feel good”, he grabbed your chin, making you lift your head and look at the others as they fidgeted in their seats.

You moaned Lloyds name quietly, your hands shaking as you tried to hold onto his arm. “Please-I, I can’t”, you whispered, gasping for air. At this point you were feeling incredibly dizzy from all the pleasure Lloyd was giving you.

When his hand slid to your cunt, collecting the wetness and spreading it on your clit to rub it, you couldn’t stop yourself from another orgasm, your cunt squeezing around his cock as you squirted all over Lloyds lap. “Please Lloyd-I’m so-I-fuck-“, you whined, trying to close your legs but he held your leg pressed against your chest so everyone could watch your hungry cunt swallowing Lloyds thick cock.

He could see it in their faces. He could see them wishing it was them burying their pathetic cocks in your tight pussy. Lloyd had enjoyed their surprised gazes when he had pulled out his cock, how hard it was for him to squeeze in you little cunt as you tried to push yourself on his hard length even though your face grimaced in pain.

Lloyd knew how much you loved feeling the pain as he split you in half.

And he loved it too.

He loved fucking you without properly preparing you for the thickness. Feeling how your cunt squeezed and pulsed around him, wanting more but not being able to fit him all in.

“Come on, give me one more baby. Let them see one more as I fill your cunt with my cum, huh? You want that, don’t you? Mark you in front of them as mine”, he whispered filthy words in your ear, feeling himself being close.

His gaze fell back onto the agents, watching how they rubbed their cocks through their pants, some of them already having wet patches on their crotches from having come in their pants.

Lloyd chuckled darkly in your ear, pulling your legs further open, fully showing your puffy and wet folds to them. “Who’s making you feel good, tell me. Tell them, who’s fucking you like none ever could?” “You-you, Lloyd. You’re fucking me like no one ever could”, you sniffed, your whole body tensing once again as your cunt squeezed lloyds cock once again, your orgasm making you cry against Lloyd’s neck.

Feeling your tears against his skin was the last thing he needed to fill your weeping pussy with his load, enough for it to drip out around his thickness, covering his cock in a mix of your cream and his own cum. “Fuck-just like that. You’re mine. Just mine and now everyone knows it, yeah just like that. Squeezing my cock with your little slutty pussy”, he whispered, letting his cock slip out of you, the cum dripping out too.

You could definitely hear some of the agents moan at the sight, also filling their pants like teenagers as Lloyd hadn’t allowed them to take out their ‘pathetic little cocks’ since it wasn’t about their pleasure.

Lloyd fingers dipped into your cunt once again, scooping up his cum and feeding it to you. Obediently you opened your mouth to suck his fingers. What a shame he hadn’t shown them how good you were when deepthroating his cock. How you always let him use your mouth like his personal fuck toy. Just exactly what you were. His little fucktoy.

And he knew you loved it more than he did. You loved being used by him.

“Now you’re gonna stay like that and make yourself cum one last time”, Lloyd whispered in your ear, making you shake your head. He squeezed your thighs a bit harder at that. “It’s not a question. Or I’ll spank your pussy till it’s bruised”, since you knew he’d do it If you wouldn’t obey, you slowly circled your clit with your fingers before pumping them in your cunt, the squelching sound loud and clear for everyone to hear.

From then on Lloyd had noticed no agent had ever looked at you like they did before.

Now their gazes were even more desperate.

And for some reason…Lloyd enjoyed knowing how much they wanted you but couldn’t have you. Because you are his.

Only his.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this one shot! If so, some feedback would be very appreciated and motivating to write more☺️

Does anyone want to be tagged? If so, be active by liking, commenting and reblogging! Let me know if you wanna be added:)

#Lloyd Hansen #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #flood my inbox #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction

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diagnosed-anxiety-disorder · 8 months

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this is like my 8th try to get to 100 i am struggling so hard with interval ear training holy shit

if anyone has any tips for m6 M6 m7 M7 interval ear training exercises that would be much appreciated

#AP music theory #music theory #music intervals #musik musik musik i call this musik

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miapcain · 19 days

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Perhaps a strange question, but do you have any music you'd recommend listening to while reading your comic?

Hahaha yesssss now we're talking. I often listen to Slovenian post-jazz band ŠKM banda while I draw:

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When I'm in the mood for something more out there, I have a collection of period and period adjacent music I like to listen to. I particularly recommend Ensemble für Frühe Musik Augsburg, who do fantastic instrumentation and have some very skilled vocalists. (Real Vesnaheads might recognise the second song here, which is playable on the Hurdy Gurdy in Crypthound Vesna).

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These are especially good if you want something with parity to what the characters would actually listen to (at least when Minnesänger show up). Franzesca loves the romantic ballads of Walther von der Vogelweide, like "Unter den Linden, an der Heide":

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Her brother's favourite song is his "Palästinalied," about the glory of the crusades:

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Notably, there's a historical singer who lived at the same time as the story is set and very close to Franzesca's home, called Dietmar von Aist. His compositions, or at least modern interpretations I've listened to, tend to be a bit dramatic, but they're nice:

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If listening to english while reading something doesn't bother you, another massive musical influence on me is the work of the Watersons, particularly their vocal-only earlier work:

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To my knowledge, there isn't much preserved 13th century "folk" music (ie work songs, that sort of thing), it seems to mostly be minne compositions or clerical/monastic songs, but I like to imagine this sort of music is around for Vesna's characters too, especially at feast days and such. I also love the Watersons' album Bright Phoebus, and listen to it several times a week at least- currently this is my favourite song off that:

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For more non-vocal music, I like to listen to the soundtracks of Kingsfield through Kingsfield IV, and those have heavily influenced the tone of the Vesna games (the comic much less so, as yet).

I hope this answers your question! Thank you so much. Nothing better than getting to share my terrible taste in music!

#thank you fennamble #vesna #music #vesna asks #asks #vdtwof meta

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defjux · 2 months

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50 of my favorite Hip Hop releases of 2023 i know it's a few months late, but i'm still posting this for whoever might find it useful. maybe there's something on here that went under the radar for you, or something from earlier in the year that you mightve forgotten about. the albums titles are all hyperlinked to the bandcamp or spotify page where you can hear them. i could also do a list for non hip hop albums from 2023 if anyone would be interested in seeing that. as always, i also want to know what your favorite releases were & what came out last year that's still in rotation for you? i'm talking any genre, not just hip hop. let me know! Chart with album titles included

billy woods & Kenny Segal - Maps

Aesop Rock - Integrated Tech Solutions

Armand Hammer - We Buy Diabetic Test Strips

MIKE - Burning Desire

AKAI SOLO - Only The Strong Remain

Fatboi Sharif & Steel Tipped Dove - Decay

King Kashmere & Alecs Delarge - The Album To End All Alien Abductions

Blockhead - The Aux

Aj Suede & Televangel - Parthian Shots

Sunmundi & Āthmaan - Midnight Oil

McKinley Dixon - Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!?

Theravada & Zoomo - Waste Management

KILLVONGARD - Life Is a Masterpiece.

Skech185 & Jeff Markey - He Left Nothing for the Swim Back

Onry Ozzborn - BlvckBeachBoi

Defcee & Messiah Musik - The Golem of Brooklyn Original Soundtrack

R.A.P. Ferreira - LILAC DIESEL

Unsung - Hand Painted Model Trains

Stik Figa & The Expert - Ritual

Anwar HighSign & Giallo Point - Whatever The Case May Be

Mary Sue & psychedelic ensemble. - CACOPHONOUS DIGRESSIONS

King Vision Ultra - SHOOK WORLD

Jack Jetson & Illinformed - CAMOGODSKIN

spectacular diagnostics - Raw Lessons

Bloodblixing - Sodom And Gomorrah (Gangsta Edition)

Backwoodz Studioz - High Bias

Fly Anakin & Foisey - Skinemaxxx

yungmorpheus - From Whence It Came

Earl Sweatshirt - Voir Dire

Ja'king the Divine & Javi Darko - Fear & Loathing In Long Island

Tomcantsleep & KILLVONGARD - The Sun is Yellow

Oddisee - To What End

Onoe Caponoe - Concrete Fantasia

Lukah - Permanently Blackface (The 1st Expression)

Open Mike Eagle - another triumph of ghetto engineering

Real Bad Man & Blu - Bad News

El Michels Affair & Black Thought - Glorious Game

Danny Brown - Quaranta

H31R - HeadSpace

Zilla Rocca & Jason Griff - Stacking Chips

Navy Blue - Ways of Knowing

Wiki & Tony Seltzer - 14K Figaro

Supastition - Every Last Word

Noname - sUndIAl

Skyzoo & The Other Guys - The Mind of A Saint

Nappy Nina - Mourning Due

G's Us - WHAT THEM DOGS DON'T KNOW THEY KNOW

illingsworth - i'm not supposed to be here

Jehst - Mork Calling Orson

Budamunk & Ill Conscious - Sakanoue

#2023 album of the year #music recommendations #billy woods #armand hammer #sunmundi #MIKE #AKAI SOLO #fatboi sharif #blockhead #aj suede

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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Marlon - When dreams grow up

OMG I only came to this book threw @dwkinternational and looked it up the description and the cover was (for me atleast) promising and I'm so hyped to see what Masannek made of his masterpiece and the ,,sequel". Since I wrote a fic that has a little time skip and I can't wait to read it and how he did things.

It will be published on 14.5.2024.

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Beschreibung

Was machen die Wilden Kerle heute? 20 Jahre nach dem Spiel gegen den Dicken Michi + + + 18 Jahre nach Gonzo Gonzales + + + 17 Jahre nach den Biestigen Biestern + + + 16 Jahre nach Ragnarök + + + 15 Jahre nach ihrer Reise ans Ende der Welt? Berlin.>Berlin. Heute. Die Wilden Kerle gibt es nicht mehr. Das Schicksal hat sie in alle Himmelsrichtungen verstreut. Keiner weiß, wo der andere ist. Leon gilt sogar als tot und Marlon, der heute Musiker ist, will die Vergangenheit vergessen. Er nennt sich jetzt Sparrow. Spatz. Er streift allein durch die Stadt. Er will unsichtbar sein. Doch wenn ihn seine Musik dazu zwingt, wenn er irgendwo in dem Meer aus Bars und Clubs auftaucht und auftritt, zieht er die Menschen in seinen Bann. Er verzaubert sie mit seiner Sehnsucht nach Freiheit, Leben, Liebe und mehr. Doch jede Nacht zwischen drei und vier Uhr holt Marlon die Vergangenheit ein. Ein Alptraum verfolgt ihn und dieser Alptraum wird Wirklichkeit, als der charismatische Angel Investor Tom Shepherd aus Dublin nach Berlin kommt. Shepherd, der Marlons totem Bruder Leon so gleicht wie ein Zwilling, der aber trotzdem so anders ist: gefährlich anders.

Marlon ahnt nicht, dass aus dem Kindertraum von damals eine Kraft entwachsen ist, die die Ordnung der Welt, in der wir in Zukunft leben, in der unsere Kinder leben sollen, mehr als bedroht. Eine Zukunft, die Shepherd für uns gestalten und aus der er alles, was die Wilden Kerle jemals verkörpert haben, verbannen will. Marlon muss sich entscheiden: Ob er seine Vergangenheit für immer vergisst, oder ob er sie wieder aufleben lässt, auch wenn er dafür mit seinem Leben bezahlt. Doch es geht nicht um ihn. Es geht um die Zukunft von Nessie, der zwölfjährigen, rebellischen Fußball-Ballerina, ihrer Freunde Tippkick und Coke und der Zukunft des Jungen, in den sich Nessie verliebt.

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What are the Wild Bunch doing today? 20 years after the game against Fat Michi + + + 18 years after Gonzo Gonzales + + + 17 years after the Beastly Beasts + + + 16 years after Ragnarök + + + 15 years after their journey to the end of the world? Berlin >Berlin. Today. The Wild Bunch are no more. Fate has scattered them in all directions. No one knows where the others are. Leon is even presumed dead and Marlon, who is now a musician, wants to forget the past. He now calls himself Sparrow. Sparrow. He roams the city alone. He wants to be invisible. But when his music forces him to do so, when he appears somewhere in the sea of bars and clubs and performs, he casts a spell over people. He enchants them with his longing for freedom, life, love and more. But every night between three and four o'clock, Marlon's past catches up with him. A nightmare haunts him and this nightmare becomes reality when the charismatic angel investor Tom Shepherd comes to Berlin from Dublin. Shepherd, who resembles Marlon's dead brother Leon like a twin, but who is nevertheless so different: dangerously different.

Marlon has no idea that the childhood dream of yesteryear has grown into a force that more than threatens the order of the world in which we will live in the future, in which our children should live. A future that Shepherd wants to shape for us and from which he wants to banish everything that the Wild Bunch have ever embodied. Marlon must decide: Whether to forget his past forever, or whether to resurrect it, even if he pays for it with his life. But it's not about him. It's about the future of Nessie, the twelve-year-old rebellious soccer ballerina, her friends Tippkick and Coke and the future of the boy Nessie falls in love with.

Forever Wild.

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#die wilden kerle #dwk marlon #die wilden kerle bücher #Omg I'm so hyped

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musikcore · 5 months

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The more I rewatch S1 Classicaloid, the more I notice small details. Such as...

Sousuke calls Chopin as cho-'peen' instead of sho-'phawn'. However, Kanae spelled Chopin's name right.

Bach's business suit is shown to have 5 buttons instead of 6 (The last one on his right is unbuttoned). I suppose it's for him to loosen up so he is able able to put his hands on his pockets comfortably. There are also 4 buttons on both of his sleeves.

Jolly appeared on the last episode of Classicaloid Season 1 as a cameo. However, she appeared as the version when Chopin created a new one (aka Jolly 2).

Mozart's left shoe has a star on it, meanwhile his other shoe doesn't.

Bach's helicopter has his name on it.

Sousuke's younger sister went to the hospital due to Sousuke's music.

On the 15th episode, the Classicaloids were playing Game of Life type of game - where the characters they're playing are references of their previous lives. It is a cool easter egg.