#𝓜; i say my blessings all for you: queue

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Music inspired lore - Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐡 ]

While pursuing a career in the Korean Pop Music industry, Kalmiya has many musical talents, including playing the piano. What she likes to do in her free time is make piano covers or "slowed down" covers of music she hears from various artists or even movie soundtracks. In her childhood home, there is a grand piano that she likes to practice on when her mother isn't home.

There are a few times when Kalmiya has played her covers for her family and they were the ones who urged her to post videos of them to broadcast her talents. She decided not to do this simply because she wanted to keep this talent for herself. If she has a strong relationship with someone, she'll show off her talents and even take requests to play songs to make her friends happy.

Her favorite song to play is the Halo theme from the video game, Halo.

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Amidst a Snowstorm of Love 在暴雪时分 (2024) dir. Tien Jen Huang, Yu Bo

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cont. from here | Victoria Atlas & Sophia Larkin from @abandonaed

" Not as obvious as you think, but I sense you're struggling. " Victoria replied in a gentle tone towards Sophia. Flowering pressing was a hobby that Victoria liked to do in her spare time, anything dealing with flowers, Victoria made sure to learn. Making her way over to Sophia, she brings her own her tools to show Sophia the steps once more time. " Watch me first, and then do exactly as I do, okay? "

Victoria then began the steps, placing the flowers on the blank notebook, she put parchment paper on them and grabbed the iron. " I find it easier to do light movements, not pressing so hard that the petals rip but enough that they stick. It's not like ironing clothes, you have to have a gentle hand. " the witch stated as she began lightly dragging the iron against the paper as steam slowly began to roll upwards. After a few moments she removed the iron and slowly began to lift the parchment paper revealing perfectly laid flowers against the page. " There we go! " Victoria smiles happily at her creation.

"Ready to try? "

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So you understand how I feel around you. Onyx's words echoed in his mind as he adjusted himself in his seat to face her; it felt weird to sit next to Onyx when most of the time they interacted he was always on the other side of the bar on his feet making drinks and running around like a chicken with its head cut off. As she scooted closer, he actually got a good look at her face. Mid-length hair, piercings, and not a single fucking wrinkle on her skin. He had to admit, Onyx McConnell was indeed a beautiful woman, however, he'd never admit that out loud - he didn't need to boost her ego anymore than what it was.

As she speaks, Tyler listens attentively like he was back in a cooking class. His brows knitted together as she began counting the way for him to experience what she tasted. First one, blood, yeah fuck no, and FUCK THAT. As much as he liked biting, he drew the line at dealing with anything involving blood, well aside from serving it, ordering it for the vampire customers. Second, Long kiss, Wait WHAT?! Tyler was about to spiral but was prevented by Onyx's signature wink. He knew that she vibed more with the ladies and he wasn't one those guys who believed they could make a woman like men, frankly, that was one of his many icks regarding men. Just the mere thought of it brought a feeling of disgust to him. " Don't worry I'm not grossed out by the idea of a kiss with you, I just remembered that you lean more ladies and that led me into a spiral about how there are guys out there who really think they're hot shit and can change a woman's sexual and romantic preferences, fuckin' gross. " Tyler gives one last shutter before listening further.

As he listens to the last and only option, Tyler glances down at her opened hands with palms facing upward. He appreciated the warning and gently took his hands into hers. "Sorry for the rough hands, " Tyler mutters under his breath. He had always been insecure about his hands and how they had various cuts and burns on them from cooking, and how the palms of his hands had callouses from weight lifting, and other rough activities. Glancing up at her, he notices her eyes are closed and he follows suit.

Acknowledging Onyx's words he just makes a Mhm sound through closed lips. A few moments pass and he begins to feel warm. If he could compare it, it'd be like his mother's made spicy creamy soup. The sensation spread through him and his mind, he saw bursts of vibrant oranges, yellows, reds, and even some pinks that danced and twirled around each other. To him, it tasted like a mix of savory and sweet flavors that made his mouth water and even his stomach making a small growl in response to what he was tasting. He barely opens his eyes to see that every vein in his body was illuminated but for some odd reason, it didn't phase or bother him. Tyler wanted this moment to last as long as it could. He wanted to engrain every detail into his mind and maybe even try to attempt to recreate it later.

She scoffs dramatically as he tells her he won't get used to it, but it's in good nature. A certain humor she's sure will get through to him as just that. Or perhaps be forgotten altogether, it seems, under the curiosity which lines his demeanor and laces the traces of his emotions running through her. It's nice to know he's intrigued - really gives her the motivation it needs to get into the spirit of things.

"Well, not just for you." she's very quick to explain. "It's for me, too, so you understand how I feel around you." A fine distinction, of course. Don't let it be said that Onyx McConnell does anything without it bearing benefit to herself. "And it's safe, hun, don't worry." she reassures, then immediately brings her chair closer to his with a flick of her wrist.

"Okay, so! Here's the deal with this. There are three ways for an emotional vampire to share the way they experience a taste with someone. First," she holds one finger up. "if you're a vampire, you'd suck my blood while I'm extracting the emotion. Scratch that one. Second," she holds up another finger. "A long kiss. Not gonna do that." she shakes her head, but still winks at the man. "Which leaves the slowest but most suitable method" she abandons gesturing the numbers altogether and stretches both of her hands out. "I'd have to hold your hands and, while the emotion courses from you to me directly, I gotta send back only the flavor through your body. It's not dangerous, you won't get any extra anger back or anything, but it might tickle a bit at first."

Slowly, if he lets her, she takes hold of his palms and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in and out until her hair begins to ever-so-delicately levitate about her, a purse at her lips showing just how focused she is at the moment.

"It might be more vivid if you close your eyes, too." she says, though not quite in the normal way. It's almost telepathic the way she does it - no motion to be spotted about her mouth or tongue.

Then, the veins again. They glow, but not quite as powerfully as before. Hers do first as she extracts more of his anger, then, slowly, his should begin to glow too. And a flavor should be felt rather than entirely perceived. Remnants of a meal that bears no similarity to anything a human palette can endure, but which has about it all the qualities appealing to his palette. It's warm, but not too hot. A perfect cozy sensation; like safety mixed in with adoration.