#OMG Schubert

[shrimpchipsss]

this luo binghe only listens to tortured classical music

[dead-dolphins]

Illicit Affairs: 1st Drabble

It’s been a long time coming, but here it is at last—the very first drabble of the cheating AU! Omg omg omg!!! XD Just a heads-up: I wrote this purely for fun, without a solid plot, just capturing the vibes of the AU. Don’t worry, there’s more to come! I hope to catch your attention and, well, enjoy! TW: Eren's fantasies and mentions of potential cheating.

Eren was always the first to arrive at the stables before dawn. As the morning light, indifferent to the season, began to spread over the meadows where the Jaeger and Arlert manors stood, his presence in that shared space came well before anyone else stirred.

It had been this way since he was a child, barely able to hold onto the saddle. He sought these quiet, uninterrupted moments to tend to his horse alone. The stable, the ride—they were his, his sanctuary, his refuge. In the early morning mist, he would steal away, feeling the power beneath him as his mount surged forward, the wind sharp against his face. And afterward, he’d return home, slipping into the warmth of a shower, letting the water wash away the grit and sweat before he made his way to the studio, where his hands sought a different kind of mastery—the mastery of art.

It wasn’t simply a matter of morning exercise—it was a ritual, a quiet preparation for the day ahead. In those moments, alone with his horse, he could feel the tension drain from him, a stillness settling in his bones before the storm of the day. Then the studio waited, with its demanding clients, always expecting more than he could give. And beyond that, the strained silence of home, where his wife’s rage simmered just beneath the surface, flaring up when the cold indifference could no longer be ignored—an indifference that perhaps, just perhaps had always been there. 

Thus, following his routine, Eren arose from the emptiness of his double bed, its crisp linens untouched by another’s warmth.  Dressed in his riding gear and holding his whip, he approached the stable, eager for the thrill of the ride with Pearl, his black shire mare of ten years. The anticipation of the open air, the thrill of the ride, coursed through him as he approached the stall, ready to embrace the untamed spirit of the wind.

However, on that morning, as ostentatious as it was, Eren realised he was not the only one in his sacred place.

Upon crossing the threshold, he noticed an open stall. Though this might have unsettled him, because these things like these never, ever happened in such a methodic place a distant hum drew his attention. It was a soft melody, in a vague, haunting tone, which made him walk toward the source of, as if it were casting a spell over him. Schubert, it was. 

“Hello?” he called out, but the only answer was silence. 

Undeterred, he walked through the stables until he reached the last stall. When he finally entered, he felt as though the gods had smiled upon him.

There, atop a red cashmere blanket spread across the hay bales, a vision of serene grace was curled up with her tiny little nose buried in a book. Oh, he knew her, of course he did. The spell had been cast upon him weeks ago at that opulent, decadent gathering, but now, with her so near and so vulnerably exposed, he was even more entranced. This was Mikasa, the daughter of his closest friend, an enchantress bound by ties of loyalty and propriety that made her sight all the more tormenting.

She seemed blissfully unaware of his presence, and seizing those fleeting moments, he allowed his gaze to linger upon her with a fervent intensity. Her midnight-black hair cascading like a veil, and her skin, pale and flawless, gleamed with an almost otherworldly purity. Eren’s eyes were ensnared by her, unable to avert their gaze.  She was exquisitely beautiful, a beauty that cut to the bone, and also… agonisingly forbidden. 

“Hey,” Eren rasped, his voice rough as he knocked the gate with his fist. He forced himself to keep his gaze from lingering too long on the way her white jeans clung to her curves, especially in her butt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mikasa replied, her voice breaking from its melodic flow as she looked up from the book she had been engrossed in. From his vantage point, Eren first noticed her lips—her  natural, rosy lips. “I didn’t realise someone had arrived.”

Eren let out a groan, blinking. He thought the noise he had made should have been sufficient to alert her. It felt almost as if she had purposefully overlooked him, drawing him closer with the pretence of ignorance. But it sounded quite stupid to think, wasn’t it? “I was just concerned about the open box,” he said.  “We usually don’t leave them open for safety reasons.”

“I see.” She closed the book and rose from her makeshift seat. For a fleeting moment, Eren feared he had angered her, a thought that unsettled him deeply. The only person he didn’t mind provoking was his wife, but the idea of doing the same to Mikasa was far less agreeable. It seemed she harboured no such desire to be antagonised, and that realisation troubled him.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” he continued, trying to maintain his composure despite the turbulent feelings roiling within him. “It’s unusual to find the stables like this.”

She shook her head slightly, her dark hair falling around her shoulders like a silken curtain. “It’s no trouble. I came here to find a quiet place to read. I didn’t realise I was encroaching on someone’s routine.” She smiled, as if trying to ease him somehow. “It won’t happen again, Mr. Jaeger.”

The formal address sent a shiver through him. Her tone, innocently sensual, seemed to blur the line between reality and fantasy, leaving him momentarily uncertain if his senses had deceived him. But the small, wicked smile curling at her lips soon dispelled any doubt. It was clear now—she had spoken with intent, deliberately weaving her words to provoke.

Eren swallowed hard, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to shake off the effect of her presence. “I appreciate your understanding,” he said, though the words felt hollow against the backdrop of his confusion.

Mikasa nodded, a glint of amusement dancing in her face. “Of course. I’ll be sure to choose a more appropriate place next time.”

As the girl moved to gather her things, Eren’s gaze, despite his efforts to maintain propriety, inevitably fell on the fabric of her jeans, stretching against her round butt. For a brief moment, an intrusive thought crossed his mind—an unsettling curiosity about whether her ass cheeks would be as pale as her face skin, and whether it would redden easily if… if spanked them with his hand. The thought was both inappropriate and unwelcome, stirring a flush of guilt and shame within him.

He forced himself to look away, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the unwelcome intrusion.  But he could not rid himself of the thought. It was as if it embedded itself into his consciousness with an unshakeable persistence. 

He had always harboured thoughts of restraint and discipline, of the primal urge to dominate. And something in her was calling to let those fantasies fulfil. Yet… she was still forbidden. She was his best friend’s adopted daughter, ten years younger and entirely beyond his reach. The boundary was clear, unbreakable, or so it should have been. He couldn’t betray Armin like that, nor could he do it to her, innocent as she was. Yet, the more he tried to suppress the thought, the more the desire took root.

When Mikasa finally rose, her book tumbled from her grasp, and he seized the chance to divert his gaze. As he picked it up, a surge of surprise swept over him. The so-called “innocent girl” was engrossed in something far from innocent. 

“Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he read. “An interesting choice of book.”

Instead of reaching for the book as he had anticipated, she merely laughed. “Don’t tell anyone;  I borrowed it from the trunk of forbidden books.”

Eren looked at her once more, and it was then that he reconfirmed what his instincts had whispered all along. She was, in some way, playing a game to allure him, and if this was her strategy, then he was more than willing to engage.

“So,” he began. “The trunk of forbidden books, you say? I never imagined you to be one for such… provocative literature.”

Mikasa tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “One must explore the forbidden to understand the world fully. Don’t you agree, Mr. Jaeger?”

The question hung in the air. Eren felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks, both from her insinuation and the brazen challenge in her tone. He forced a casual smile, attempting to mask the growing tension. “Indeed,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “But I think we’re both aware of the boundaries that come with such… explorations.”

Her gaze softened, but the mischief remained. “Boundaries are meant to be tested, aren’t they?.”

“Have you ever explored your boundaries, Mikasa?” he asked, his voice taking on a rough, husky edge as he spoke her name.

“I suppose that depends on what you mean by boundaries. There are many kinds—emotional, physical, societal.” She brushed past him, and stopped just beyond his reach.  “And sexual.”

Her voice, low and sultry, made the word hang heavy in the air between them. Eren could feel the tension crackling, a charged silence punctuated only by the soft rustling of hay and the distant sound of a horse’s whinny.

“And which boundaries are you most interested in exploring, Mikasa?” he asked, his voice rough.

Mikasa turned slightly, her profile illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the stable’s open door. “At my age, I want to explore everything—absolutely everything. There’s still so much to learn, but…” She lowered her voice, ensuring only he could hear. “Lately, the idea of discovering my sexual boundaries has been calling to me, Mr. Jaeger. Quite strongly, I might say.”

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. Her bold response shattered any remnants of propriety he had clung to. 

“That’s why I’ve been pilfering these books,” Mikasa continued, her voice a blend of candour and intrigue. “Though, ah, they haven’t quite lived up to my expectations. They’re exquisitely written, and the portrayal of female pleasure is beautiful, but... I find myself craving something a bit more... intense.”

Her admission stirred a maelstrom of thoughts within him. His mind was consumed by a torrent of sinful fantasies, each more decadent than the last. All he could think about was how he could push the boundaries of her desires and explore the depths of their mutual transgressions.

He took a step closer, the distance between them now minimal. “I also have a chest of forbidden books,” he murmured, his tone dropping to a hushed, secretive note. “In my library at home. Perhaps someday, if you’re interested, I could lend you one. I have a collection of favourites that you might like.”

Her  gaze met his, a flicker of excitement mingling with the challenge in her eyes. “I would like that.” she said softly, “but there’s no need to bring it to me. I can fetch it by myself; one day when your wife isn’t around.” The hint of a smile played on her lips. “Hitch doesn’t seem to like me.”

The way Mikasa spoke Hitch’s name, devoid of any honorifics or any semblance of respect, nearly made Eren laugh. It was undeniable; Hitch, his beloved wife, was widely disliked, and he was no exception to that sentiment—he was among the first to voice it.

“Hitch has never been one to win hearts. Her absence is often a blessing in more ways than one, and, trust me, she blesses me most of the time.”

Mikasa smirked, stepping out of reach. “Then I’ll probably be visiting you very soon, Mr. Jaeger,” she said. “But you know, you shouldn’t mention this to anyone. It could get complicated.”

Eren’s eyes  lingered on her butt as she walked away, his mind filled with vivid, provocative images. He couldn’t help but imagine him not only spanking her with his hand but also with the whip he held so commandingly while her wrists were tied to one of his bedposts. Oh, what a beautiful scenario that was and he wanted to make it a reality.

“No, of course, no,” he said. “Your secret is safe with me.” It was unmistakably clear that Mikasa, that little wretched beast wanted him, and god fuck it, he wanted her just as fiercely. 

Later, as he rode his horse across the vast grasslands and encountered his best friend, who was already heading off to work, a sense of impending chaos settled uneasily in his stomach. Yet, the feeling quickly evaporated as he recalled Mikasa’s lips and her butt—her beautiful round butt.

[kanekoii]

HIHIIII its me peipei,, ur niece :3 i wanted to req but im not sure if theyre open,, so pls ignore this if they arent!!

fluffy gn!reader shu (brainrot) on winter dates at night, walking around the city hand in hand as the snow falls, just a really cozy and warm aura and feel to it? c: you can add whatever you think best for the rest of it i truly trust the good works of ur hands 🙌💗

XOXO, saku 🌸 (peipei)

mika's notes -> schubert time i repeat it is schubert time (i went so off the rails omg)

pairing -> modern! shu yamino x gn! reader

genre -> fluff/brainrot

song -> i don’t mind - he is we

warnings -> one mention of sickness, no actual dialogue just brainrot

when shu had asked for a date with you, the last thing you expected was to be on the slope of a tall mountain overlooking the urban setting below. your breaths visible in little puffs as you breathe somewhat heavily from the trek up to this point.

it would be worth it, shu had promised. now you understood what he meant, looking down at the brightly colored lights of the expansive city below. the only sounds being the gentle wind rustling the sparsely placed trees, the crunching of the powdery snow under your feet, and the both of your breaths. he looked over and smiled at you as he set the sled he had been carrying with him the whole time on the ground, gesturing you to sit down.

you did so, grabbing the small rope attached to the red plastic as he sat down behind you, rapping his strong and warm arms around your waist and pulling your back flush to his muscular form. shu buried his face into the crook of your neck with another of his charming giggles.

his arms only left your body when he pushed the both of you off, rocketing down the snowy mountain towards the crystalline lights of the city on such a clear winter night. just from the sheer speed, you felt your eyes watering a bit, face stinging from the bitterly cold air. the only thing present was the whipping of the cold air against your exposed skin, nearly drowning out shu’s overjoyed laughter as he held even more tightly onto you. you couldn’t help but laugh as well as you picked up speed, the both of you being the only two up there at this time of night. the sky was sprinkled with bright pinpricks of silver, stars only visible when decently far away from the city’s light pollution.

with a cute and joking scream from him, the both of you fell into the powdery snow with you laying on top of him, back still facing him. he laughed and kissed your cheek, giggling and thanking you for agreeing to go on this somewhat unconventional date with him.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

https://www.tumblr.com/theladycheeky/740261730168537088/burningphilosopherart?source=share

This scream of your cabin König I think

Link (mild nsfw)

Omg yes!!? And the gramophone??

König would put on some classical music after making a fire in the old natural stone fireplace darkened from smoke, he's heard that women get in the mood if you feed them, make them a nice little fire to look at, then put on some Schubert or whatever and gropey cuddle them on the sofa... Mysterious creatures, that's what he always said, he can get hard just by looking at you 🤷‍♂️

[catovyen]

MCU: *releases Koinu no Carnival in GOTG 3* "omg Miku is canon in MCU!!" "Vocaloid is canon in MCU!!!!"

I'm sobbing and so does Chopin

I understand that Miku is the most famous Vocaloid among all of them (probably the icon) but mAN- I don't know how should I feel when a song that was made for Classicaloid gets to be called as the Vocaloid song from GOTG3, I mean it's technically is a Vocaloid song since it features vocal synthesizer voices but damn, only 0.01% knew it originates from an anime 😭 I can't really argue with that.

IDK WHETHER I SHOULD BE HAPPY THAT KOINU NO CARNIVAL IS GETTING ATTENTION - I am happy that Ehamic's music is getting more popular and more people know about the music (like oh my god finally some recognition), but also a part of me feels frustrated that it will be remembered as the "Vocaloid song from GOTG3", again. I kind of have mixed feelings for it.

Not to mention that it's not just Miku singing in that song, there are 50 Vocaloids included - I can't believe someone dissected the voices and recognizes them!

Are you a classical music/composer enjoyer and been wanting to watch an anime about it?

No? Well you're not the first one. 😔

Yes? Well, I'M OFFERING YOU GUYS FREE FOOD!

Anyways, if you like a slice of life anime of the historical composers that can transform into magical boys/girls (such as Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Lizst, Schubert, Tchaikovsky, Badarzewska, etc) + classical music remixes I suggest you to watch Classicaloid 😳 That "slice of life" can be very random and chaotic, but it explains their character along the series. It'll make you "what the fuck is going on" too. They have from comedic, serious, fun to sad moments.

Q = How many episodes and seasons?

It has 2 seasons, 25 episodes each! 50 episodes in total. Each composers are able to wield their powers called Musik and they have unique abilities!

If you want to see someone react to the first few episodes to get a glimpse on what it looks like - there is this video (they're the ones who introduced me to this anime):

You can learn something from each of the classical composers along the anime - such as:

Beethoven puts exactly 60 coffee beans for his perfect coffee, and he is really, really, REALLY passionate

Mozart is left handed and a cheeky dude

Dvorak loves trains

Tchaikovsky loves mushrooms

yada yada yada the Lizst goes on

Q: Where can I find a community of it?

We're a very small community and in desperate to find Classicaloid fans to talk about the series and share our thoughts 😭 The only way to discover fans is from tags tbh.

BUT, perhaps you're a Classicaloid fan who is looking to be in a Discord server, you may DM me and I'll invite you! Most of us here speaks English <3

Peace! Anyways, artwork coming in soon, I'm (kind of) free from my college projects 😳

[fitzrove]

Guessing favorite Composer is Schumann or Rachmaninoff

Omg! I love their eras so it would be a semi-correct assumption >:) But I actually haven't heard a lot from either (yet)! I don't know if I'm well-listened enough to for sure state a favourite composer, but I'm pretty into Dvořák, Smetana, Franz Schubert (when I was still taking piano lessons I played a lot of his waltzes) and Tchaikovsky :D

[natti-ice]

natti love??? i'm SO PROUD of you!! 700 is a big one!! your writing's come so far and i'm so proud to be one of your moots on this journey, can't believe I'M mutuals with someone so popular like WHAT???

for the celebration i'm thinking we pop open a champagne? a bit of bubbly as we discuss the hottest men imaginable and what unspeakable things we'd let them do to us??

that being said, love, i'd adore participating in your big 700 follower drag race!!

i'm thinking something along the lines of the mini challenge? i'm curious to see who you suggest 🤭 here's all the details needed to see who you think i'd go well with;

stranger things fandom! no preference in particular male/female. i've been described before as the dad friend: protective, always more harsh than the mom friend, having the weirdest lore drops at the strangest times, shitty jokes and dirty humour. i've been called 'intellectual' before and am pretty smart, but i waste it on stupid things like horror movie trivia, music, and world history. i very much have issues (dad/mom/abandonment/attachment) and am pretty much a red flag upon first glance, but i promise i'm sweet, i will make you cookies and rub your back and listen to you infodump and do the things you like! i can't sit through a movie for the life of me unless i have a vested interest (cast i like/concept i love/part of a series i adore) and prefer tv shows or youtube videos. i'm a combination of a metalhead and a pop aficionado but i listen to a wide variety of music (my spotify liked songs is nearly 2k long, ranging from eminem and slipknot to britney spears and 6arelyhuman, not to mention some johnny cash and schubert thrown in for good measure)! i LOVE halloween and christmas!! im big on gifts and creativity, not to mention getting to stay inside and binge the classics and all the tasty treats!

i did NOT mean for that to be that long, i'm so sorry 😭 again, i'm so proud of you for reaching such a big milestone!! what a great way to celebrate further growth on this hellsite!!

Thank you so much bby it really means a lot to me!! Also I think we might be the same person LMAO

I ship you with…Steve Harrington! (This was before I knew who you were omg😭)

I really think y’all would vibe really well together and bounce off of each other without causing too much conflict. You could bond over bad jokes and I think he’d be oddly amused by your abundance of random knowledge!

Join my 700 celebration!

[sevarix-blogs]

omg i just got a sweet deal on some cds. all of schubert's string quartets and all of his piano sonatas and impromptus!! they were like 60% off

it's my favorite music to write to so it'll be nice to have on hand 😌

[kudosmyhero]

Legends of the Dark Knight (vol. 1) #67: Going Sane, part 3: Breaking the Surface

Read Date: April 21, 2023 Cover Date: January 1995 ● Writer: J.M. DeMatteis ● Penciler: Joe Staton ● Inker: Steve Mitchell ● Colorist: (Digital Chameleon) ● Letterer: Willie Schubert ● Editor: Archie Goodwin ◦ Jim Spivey ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● mm, pizza sounds good about now. with pineapple. (don't @ me) ● this Joker storyline is really quite tragic, with Joseph ("Joe Kerr"). you know it can't end well. I just hope Rebecca survives. it's like a train wreck happening in slow motion. ● this is the first story I've come across so far (that I can remember, anyway) that Batman was found as Batman and unmasked by his rescuer

● the art style is growing on me ● Bruce has a shattered femur and a compound fracture of a rib. damn. ● the doctor thinks he was in costume due to a party. they're in a town called Accord, 200 miles north of Gotham. the water carried him a damn long way… ● back to the present, Batman reveals to Jim that he's back, but he prevents him from getting too close. he doesn't want Jim to see how hurt he is. ● omg Batman is smiling. that's kind of terrifying

● heheh, the poor doctor made the mistake of sneaking up on Bruce. he nearly attacked her by reflex ● Bruce sees the small-town life and probably for the first time in his life feels a sense of peace. he doesn't know if he wants to go back to his old self. ● omg, Bruce is wearing flannel, working in a garden, and looks happy… ● back in the present, he's still trying to get up to where he was physically ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Joseph and Rebecca find themselves outside the dilapidated Comedia Theater with Joseph telling her how he loved the place as a kid. Rebecca doesn't understand, as she was told he just moved to the city less than a year ago. Joseph plays it off as a harmless josh. Batman begins again on his search for Joker nearby while various flashbacks of his missing time come to his mind. He recalls how Dr. Lynn Eagles, from the upstate little town of Accord, did emergency surgery on him for his various life-threatening injuries. She comes to call Bruce "Lazarus" during his time there.

Batman appears to Captain Gordon in his office and assures him that he will find Joker and bring him to justice, while hiding his apparent ache from his still recuperating body. Batman confronts Dorothy Bruckner, the widow of recently deceased Dr. Elias Bruckner. An alcoholic and failed plastic surgeon, Dr. Bruckner catered to criminals wanting new faces. Batman easily deduces from Dorothy's reaction that Joker hired him to do something about his skin condition and killed him when the job was done.

Flashbacks take Bruce back to his downtime in Accord. Bruce asks why Lynn would take him in like this, to which she replies that simple intuition says that he is a good man. The idyllic quiet life in Accord makes Bruce think of possibly giving up Batman, and finding peace within himself in such a town. Lynn tells Bruce that she once moved to Gotham City for a few months but eventually returned to Accord because she hated the big city scene. Bruce likewise tells her vague truths about his life in the city.

In the Batcave, Batman is still retraining his body to act as it once did, when it hits him. Councilwoman Elizabeth Kenner's comments that Joker made her watch old comedic films, spurs Batman to cross-check rentals of such films at local video stores. Seeing the name of Joseph Kerr makes Batman wonder why Joker would be so obvious in this deception.

In a flashback in Accord one night, Lynn confesses to Bruce that she did indeed love Gotham City, but one night she came upon an intruder in her apartment, held her at gunpoint, and proceeded to rape her. The tragedy led her back to Accord to heal. After a few years, she returned to the city to spend the day there. However, on the way back to her hotel, she was confronted by a man with a knife. She reveals that this time she was saved by Batman, and that was the reason why she helped Bruce the whole time, and returns his costume to him. Upon hearing this, Bruce returns to Gotham City.

Batman visits Joseph and Rebecca's apartment and sees a picture of them. Joseph's innocent look casts doubt in Batman that he is Joker. The superintendent, Mikey Sansonia, tells Batman that Joseph and Rebecca went on vacation in Pennsylvania weeks ago and that they are to be married. This solidifies for Batman that this is a just a deception by Joker to throw him off the trail. However, in another part of town, Joker reappears.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman:_Legends_of_the_Dark_Knight_Vol_1_67)

Fan Art: Cheeze Luis by nefar007

Accompanying Podcast: ● Batbooks for Beginners - episode 12

[ndcgalitzine]

omg you're taking rwrb requests?!? one of my first lol moments was H begrudgingly correcting A on beethoven vs schubert at the wedding. I'd love to see if if you'd like to gif it 😘

Here you go, nonnie 💖 thanks for the request and hope you enjoy 🥰

[leothil]

Confession: I forgot you were on the podcast but now that I have listened to the first few minutes again I finally remember what I wanted to tell you ever since listening to it the first time:

1) your accent is wonderful and I like it <3

2) ayyy mike schubert

Second secret confession: you're a platonic crush on mine :3

HA, you and be both anon! (Sorry Rachel!! I usually always remember it!)

1) aw, stop, that's really sweet of you!

2) AYYY MIKE SCHUBERT! Guess who's seeing him live twice this week!

Omg :3 hiiii I love that! 💕

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon

[dopamindeficitdingo]

I drew a picture of our sweet Fränzchen, it's one of my first (quasi) digital works and I can say, I'm proud of myself!☺️

[teddypuffs]