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[canadianstud]

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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[gyuzoh]

“UNKNOWN RIDER” JEON WONWOO—°

summary: you ride at late hours of the night through south korea’s biggest city, often accompanied by a male with a deep husky voice, who you’ve never seen the face of. “hey, you dropped your polaroid”

playlist: idfc (blackbear), nvrmnd (soulbysel), 6 in the morning (yvng jin)

warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking/vaping, sex and drugs.

next (coming soon)

prologue.

your long black hair blew in the wind, the cold air brushing against the bare skin of your arms, and the city lights guiding your way through the busy city.

music was blasting from your airpods, the visor of your helmet protecting your eyes drying out from the wind. cruising through the city alone was the most relaxing feeling.

it was as if though you were riding away from all your personal issues, the burden of upholding the family expectations, the stress of failing university, and the immense frustration of your drug dealing boyfriend.

you pull up to a nearby gas station as your fuel ran low, putting down the kickstand and hopping off, you’re shocked by a deep, husky voice. “you gotta dress for the slide, not for the ride.”

turning your head to face the male two meters to your left, you make eye contact with him, taking notice of his monolids that glanced at you up and down. the black shoei helmet of his was equipped, but you had a hunch that without it— this man who was judging you, is drop dead gorgeous.

“i don’t go fast enough to slide,” you respond, removing your gloves, then pulling off your own helmet and placing it on the seat of your yamaha r3.

you open your gas tank, filling it up as the male makes his way toward you, the scent of sandalwood and peaches overwhelm your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose. the unnamed male checking out your ride intensely.

whilst waiting for your fuel to fill, you take your sweet time observing the broad shouldered stranger in front of you, who was clad in all black, a zip-up hoodie worn over what you could tell was protective gear.

“you’re right, not fast enough,” he mutters, looking up at you from observing your bike, “but still better safe than sorry.”

he wasn’t wrong, the outfit you were wearing tonight was not slide safe at all. black tights and a black tight fit cropped tee, but you were in a rush to leave home, wanting to get away from all the toxicity, forgetting to bring even a jumper to protect you from the autumn breeze.

you scan the barcode of the station, paying with your phone, then shutting your gas tank, plopping yourself onto the seat of your bike.

going home wasn’t an option right now, especially not after what you had witnessed just an hour prior.

you held your helmet in your small hands, licking your chapped lips before speaking to the male that towered over you, who was still standing beside you. “you wanna cruise?”

he stares at you intently for a few seconds, then unzips his jacket, throwing it at you and walking to his own bike. kawasaki ninja. he flips the ignition on his bike, signalling for you to do the same.

“you think you can catch up?” he taunts, a smirk finds its way onto your face. you rush to put on his jacket and flip your own ignition on.

“it’s on.”

both you and the stranger speed past the slow moving cars, splitting lanes dangerously. not a word has been said since the two of you left the gas station half an hour ago, but the silence between youse was comforting.

you were constantly behind him, catching up every few minutes, just to be left behind again as he picked up his speed slightly.

your cruise with the stranger ends at daecheon beach, the two of you both equipping your kickstands and unmounting your bikes.

just as previous at the gas station, your remove your helmet, him keeping his on. “you kept up,” he says, a chuckle following suit as he takes a few small steps your way.

you roll your eyes at his teasing, pushing strands of hair that was blowing in the opposite direction out of your face. “only barely, you kept leaving me behind.”

you notice how his eyes crinkled as he smiled, how thick his well kept brows were, and how tall his nose is. you wanted a peek at this strangers face, and you wanted it now.

your slim fingers reach out, grazing against the clasp of his helmet, your eyes noticing that his were half-lidded, his lashes short. “can i?”

the taller figure nods his head, leaning down slightly with his head lowered for you, ready for you to remove the expensive head gear. his large hands held onto your waist, pulling your slim body closer to his. the smell of peaches once again entering your nose.

as you’re about to lift his helmet off his head, the ringing of your phone splits through the silence, pulling the two of you apart from one another, snapping you back to reality. your rummage your belt bag for your phone, glancing at the screen.

shit, it’s already past midnight. the contact name read your boyfriends name, min yoongi.

you struggle to remove your gloves, sliding your finger delicately across the screen, answering the phone call. “where are you?”

the anger in his tone was evident, and the way he asked sent a chill down your spine, though maybe it was the fact you were underdressed for the weather.

“i’m at daecheon,” you answer, your hand making its way to your lips, perfect whites now gnawing at your nails in anxiousness, “with jennie.”

you didn’t know why you lied, you could’ve just said you were alone, but for some reason you felt as if though you needed to keep this spontaneous cruise with the stranger who stood before you, a secret.

“you have an hour, i need you to do a drop for me.”

the call ends abruptly, and you pull the phone away from your ear, watching the screen of your device turn black. you lift your head up to notice the stranger getting back on his bike, kicking the stand up and revving his engine.

it was late, and yoongi’s was a 45 minute ride, so you needed to leave now. but, you enjoyed this man’s presence, his mysterious allure.

you call out to him, “can i meet you tomorrow?”, the boy looks at you intently for the second time tonight, evidently thinking.

he replies, “11pm, here.” his large hands push down the visor of his helmet and he speeds off into the dimly lit streets of the city.

leaving you with his hoodie, and a polaroid hidden deep in its pocket.

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Nevermore student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader

This is part 2 of my series. You can find part 1 here. Pt 3 here!

This story is also on ao3

Let me know what you think!

***

Your things arrive in the early afternoon that day and you know yourself well enough to be sure that if you don't deal with unpacking now, you certainly won't do it once the classes start and at some point in the near future your side of the room will turn into pure unmitigated chaos.

Of course to you, it won't be much different from how your room at home usually is at any given moment, but you're sharing space with someone else now and it seems disrespectful to let it get to that state. So you politely decline Bianca’s invitation to go see a movie with her and Yoko and get to work.

Unpacking clothes takes the most time but ultimately everything fits in the closet and there’s even some semblance of order to it. You’re not by any means an organized person so you don't expect it to last, but for now, a win is a win. Next are books and plushies that you put in an open bookcase near your table. Compared to Bianca's side, yours already looks a little spazzy. But you’re not too worried. She doesn't seem like a person who would judge you for that.

It's kind of interesting, actually. Tyler was right when he said she has a certain reputation in Nevermore. But just like with Xavier, when you start to get to know her, you realize she’s very different from the character she's trying to present to the world. Perhaps that's the reason they didn't work out. They were trying to build a relationship between their public personas, while the real people probably felt lonely and not seen.

You retrieve your laptop, a tangle of chargers, your portable speaker, and a few pairs of headphones from the last box, and then, finally, you move to unshackle your baby Yamaha from the layers of bubble wrap. You were initially reluctant to trust movers with it but at the end of the day, it weighed way too much for you to carry, and it was also rather chunky, especially compared to your not-particularly-imposing frame.

After thoroughly examining your synthesizer for any damage, and concluding that there is none to be found, you relax, plug it in, and start playing little bits and pieces of songs you like, as a warm-up

Music is something that never fails to bring you a little peace of mind. You’ve been playing piano since you were four and always liked to learn new songs from the artists you listened to. Sometimes you would learn something you know Xavi or your dad particularly enjoy.

But playing other people’s music, while very fun and enjoyable, is not the end goal. Your dream is to one day write your own music. You already do, as a matter of fact, but you’ve never played it for anyone.

You wonder what kind of music Tyler likes to listen to and as if on their own accord, your hands set the drum rhythm and you find yourself playing the intro to the Ghost Ship of Cannibal Rats. For all that he looks like a love interest in a Taylor Swift music video, you feel like Tyler prefers something alternative, more… gritty. You'll make sure to ask him the next time you see him.

You binge half a season of Brooklyn 9-9 and then head out on a journey to find a laundry room, where you meet a sweet little pumpkin named Eugene. He shows you how to operate the washing machines and makes a great pitch about his extracurricular club, but the only things you really know about bees is that they’re an important part of the ecosystem and a song from the Bee Movie soundtrack that you learned to torment Xavier over Christmas break a few years ago. But Eugene is so sweet and so enthusiastic about the whole thing that you don't find it in yourself to turn him down and promise to think about it.

Lunch rolls around you can’t say you’re particularly excited to face the public after Xavier’s dramatics this morning, but a girl has to eat so you women up and drag your ass downstairs.

Thankfully, the dining hall is a lot less crowded than it was at breakfast. Everyone's probably out in Jericho for the day. Bianca and her friends are nowhere to be seen. So is your brother. Unfortunately, so is Tyler.

That last one kinda puts you in a bit of a desolate mood.

You still grab a seat at the corner table and tuck into your chicken wrap. No one seems to pay you much attention aside from a few stray glances. But that's nothing new, both you and your brother aren’t exactly hard on the eyes.

You enjoy your lunch in relative peace until you notice someone staring. A familiar-looking blonde girl looks straight at you from the nearby table. When you meet her eyes, she waves at you enthusiastically. Very enthusiastically. It clicks why she looks familiar when you see who she's sitting with. It’s that little goth girl that got your brother all in his feels.

Oh, this should be interesting. You put on a smile you always use when doing publicity for your dad and wave back at her.

It’s all the encouragement she needs to leap to her feet and head to your table with her friend—who seems decidedly less enthusiastic about the entire affair—in tow.

"Hi! I'm Enid Sinclair. I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan and I'm so glad you're at Nevermore now, and I hope we can become friends."

People often accost you with similar intentions. Usually because of your father's fame, but recently you started gaining some following of your own as well.

Tiktok remains the only social media where your father's PR team can’t usurp control from you—because they're low-key a bunch of old farts and no one seems to understand how to operate it for publicity— so it’s the only social media you have on principle. You post song covers, film cool street buskers, and sometimes videos of you skateboarding. You amassed something around 100k followers which by TikTok standards isn’t really that impressive, but your views are consistent, so in your old school it attracted literally the worst type of people: clout chasers. Making friends became basically impossible. Because that's what you wanted. Friends. Not an entourage.

But this girl, you’re surprised to find, doesn’t seem like the type. She’s genuine in her excitement and just wants to be friends with someone she thinks is cool. It’s heartwarming and you don’t even notice when your publicity smile turns into a sincere one.

You extend your hand for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Enid. And who’s the shadow of perpetual doom behind you?

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams." She introduces herself, giving you a scrutinizing look. And wow, does she not blink?

Yeah, Xavier has no business giving you shit for your taste in boys when he’s in love with little miss American Psycho.

"Do you girls want to sit down? I'm not done with my lunch so you could keep me company if you want?"

"Sure!” Enid exclaims excitedly, already pulling a chair for herself.

Wednesday hesitates for a moment but ultimately takes a seat as well.

"Have you already decided what elective classes you're gonna-" starts Enid.

"How do you know Tyler Galpin?" Wednesday cuts her off. Which first, rude . And second, what does she care?

"I don't really. We met yesterday, when I arrived. He helped me haul my luggage to the top floor, "you reply between bites.

"You sat with him at breakfast."

Alrighty, you didn't realize it was an interrogation, but sure, why not?

"Well, I saw a familiar face, he was sitting there alone and he helped me out yesterday, so I thought why not." You try to keep your irritation at bay, but don’t completely succeed. Not that it makes any difference, because this girl clearly doesn’t like reading social cues.

"You don’t what he really is. He-"

"Right." You cut her off with an eye roll. "I heard that spiel already and I have eidetic memory so I don’t need an encore."

"The existence of eidetic memory is not proven by the psychiatric community," Wednesday says defiantly.

"It’s also not disproven, and since it relies heavily on the personal perception of an individual, there is no way to do either, really."

This puts you in a verbal stalemate of a sort and the atmosphere becomes quite heavy, but you just sip your tea nonperturbed.

Enid scrambles to change the subject.

"Have you heard Taylor Swift's new album already? Did you like it?"

You turn all your attention to her, clearly dismissing the previous topic of conversation. "Girl, you kidding? Of course, I did! It's brilliant, not that I expected anything less."

A muscle in Wednesday’s jaw twitches. Whether it’s because of the new topic or because you didn’t concede, you have no way of knowing.

"Ooooh," Enid squeals. "Do you plan on doing any covers? Your cover of No Body No Crime was sooo good, by the way. I got like actual chills."

"It was probably just the draft from the window you insist on keeping open at all times,” deadpans Wednesday.

"Yeah, to air out the smell of formaldehyde," Enid grumbles under her breath.

You have no idea what exactly your brother sees in Wednesday that makes him go yes, this is a perfect girl to be romantically interested in, and at this point, you’re getting more and more confident you don’t want to find out.

"You're so sweet, Enid. Thank you," you say. "I've actually really been vibin’ with Anti-Hero recently, so I'll probably do a cover soon."

Enid looks at Wednesday, then back at you, wheezing in delight. How can someone so small contain so much energy and enthusiasm you have no idea.

Wednesday seems a bit irritated, which given her general lack of emotional responses probably means that she’s in fact hella irritated. She clearly doesn't like to share her friend’s attention, so just to be petty you pull out your phone and ask: "Babes, what's your username? I'll follow you so we can be friends and send each other stuff. By the way, have you seen the new dance going around from this Netflix show? We could totally do a collab on that. I mean, I’m not much of a dancer myself, but it doesn't look too complicated."

Enid looks like she’s about to faint from trying not to shriek like a banshee in excitement. "It’s @ xoxoenid, your most reliable source for gossip in Nevermore."

Then she freezes in panic and as the page loads up on your phone, you see that she already made a few videos about you.

"I didn't say anything bad, I swear! But people were talking about why you and Xavier were arguing and why you were with Tyler… I can totally take it down if you want," she gets out hurriedly in one breath.

Wednesday, once again, looks peeved.

"It's cool, En. Don't worry about it. People gonna talk anyways I don't really care about that."

En, she mouths, looking a little starstruck.

You finish your lunch under Wednesday's scrutinizing glare while Enid talks a mile a minute, giving you a rundown on everyone's drama that you can't possibly follow because it's way too many new names at the same time.

When you're done, you make your goodbyes, wishing the two of them a great day. Or a terrible one, you add with a wide grin, looking at Wednesday. Whichever they’d prefer.

***

In the evening you make your way from Weems' office with a copy of your schedule and a signed referral from your therapist back home.

Most kids from Nevermore that go to therapy are referred to Dr. Kinnbot in Jericho but since your brother is already seeing her, it's unethical for her to see you too. So now you’re going to spend an hour and a half every Saturday driving to a bigger city to see a different therapist. From what Weems told you, he seems to be a good fit for you as he specializes in outcast psychology. But you’ll only know for sure after you’ve had a few sessions with him.

The way to get to Weems’ office from Persephone Hall is a bit complicated. You have to go down the stairs, exit the building, then walk around the building and re-enter it in a different wing. Of course, most people can just use the roof because it also has two exits, and this way you don’t need to go up and down the stairs a million times, which saves a lot of time. But most people aren’t dreadfully afraid of heights.

Well, you won’t be driving because you don’t have a license. You never really needed one back home and now some poor guy got stuck driving you because he’s also seeing the same doctor. Eh, at least he’ll have someone to chip in for gas. And both of you get an hour of free time in the city with an actual mall. Not to mention you have a dazzling personality, so come to think of it, he’s actually lucky to have you, all things considered.

When your powers manifested for the first time, you thought that it must be some kind of mockery from the universe. To give powers like that, to someone who has both acrophobia and aerophobia. Who could even come up with a joke that twisted?

You wrap yourself tighter in your winter coat against a gust of cold wind. You're almost by the main door when you see a cat. A chubby black cat with golden eyes that literally glow in the evening dark. He—you don’t actually know if he’s a he but you’re a native french speaker and calling animals it just doesn’t sit right with you—looks expectantly like he’s been waiting here for the longest time and you’re late and now he’s judging you for tardiness.

You come closer but as soon as do that, he turns around and proceeds to gracefully walk toward the creepy forest.

When you just stand there, dumbfounded, he turns around with a demanding meow and you really don’t feel like you have any other option than to follow him.

About fifteen minutes later, when you lose sight of that bossy cat and you don’t know where you are and can’t even locate the direction you came from, you think that this is just another joke at your expense from the universe. Your dad always says that one can not ignore the signs from the universe, as it is a path of lost opportunities. But right now, you feel like maybe you’re just illiterate and don’t read those signs correctly or something.

You hear the snow crunch behind you and then a snap, probably a twig. You turn around and see… well something.

You try not to panic and take out your phone to text your brother, even if it means a lecture and I told you so the size of the Jupiter. Ugh, you really don’t want to give his ego a boost of this proportion.

You've seen werewolves before and it looks a little bit like one, but at the same time, it doesn't. It looks more like someone tried to draw a werewolf from memory. The creature is bigger than a were but at the same time less proportional, its upper body longer and wider than the lower. Its face has more human traits than those of an animal, but something’s still a little off: its eyes and forehead are unproportionally big compared to the rest of the head.

You have no idea what the fuck it is you’re looking at and whether it's dangerous. A rule of thumb with anything of that size is usually to avoid at all cost. But it’s probably a little too late for that.

It's not attacking, but then again, you're just standing there not moving. If you run, there's a good chance it'll trigger its predator instinct. And there’s no way you can outrun it.

So you just stay where you are. Looking at it. And it also stays where it is. Looking at you.

You can't tell how sentient it is but it seems like it's thinking about something. Hopefully not about late dinner.

Its eyes, you notice, have a reddish tint to them and you think that should creep you out but for some reason it makes you think of pomegranates of all things.

The woods are very quiet. The only sounds you can really make out are its breathing and your own.

An absurd thought pops into your head then. The acoustics here must be great. You remember your vocal mentor, Ms. Welch, telling you that to really perfect acapella, you need to practice in open spaces.

And in what can only be a bout of temporary insanity, that's what you decide to do. Sing.

You take a deep breath not yet knowing what exactly it's going to be, but surprisingly, the words find you easily enough, and from then on, the whole thing just feels like an out-of-body experience.

“I've heard there was a secret chord”

The beast looks taken aback by you breaking this unspoken staring game.

“That David played, and it pleased the Lord”

It looks confused at first, then curious. Doesn't look like it’s gonna tear you to pieces at least, so you let your voice pick up a little volume.

“But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah”

The creature makes the tiniest move forward as if chasing your voice.

It startles you and, instinctively, you pull back and the creature immediately mirrors you, looking as if it's scared of scaring you. Scared that you'll stop singing.

You go through the chorus with a shaky voice, but it looks like whatever this thing is, it doesn't want to attack you, so your voice evens out and the next verse sounds way steadier.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you"

Maybe the irony of singing that line to a mesmerized creature in the moonlight wouldn't be lost on you if all your thinking capabilities weren't paralyzed by primal fear, but alas.

As to why you do what you do next, you honestly have no fucking idea. Maybe you’re more fucked in the head than people give you credit for. Like, way more.

“She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah”

You take a step forward.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And one more.

“Hallelujah”

There is maybe a foot separating the two of you at best.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear a distant howl of your self-preservation instincts.

But the thing is.

You’re as mesmerized by this creature as it is by you.

It just seemed so sentient, its eyes so… intent.

And the closer you get to it, the more your fear dissipates.

And not only the immediate one, but the old and rusty one too, that felt like it was following you for months. Since the day your powers awakened, you realize suddenly.

“Maybe I've been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

The creature gets on four paws before you.

“Hallelujah”

Takes a deep breath.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And then it lies down at your feet.

You're so shocked you think you might’ve messed up the order of the verses.

“Maybe there's a God above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you”

You crouch in front of it and carefully extend your hand towards its… face?

“It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

Your first touch is feather-like, but when you're sure it doesn't want to bite your hand off, you gently stroke the top of its head.

“Hallelujah”

It closes its eyes and puts its head on its front paws.

“Hallelujah”

The forest is quiet once again and you look at the creature's calm form, just lying there like a big tired doggo.

Its skin starts to shift and bones start to rearrange themselves as you're watching the creature take a distinctly human shape. It takes you a good half a minute after it's done to realize that you know this human.

Shit.

***

Tyler

His consciousness returns slowly, all senses a bit muffled still. He’s in the forest, it’s dark and he doesn’t remember how he got here. Fuck.

After Thornhill's death, it feels like he lost all the control he had over the Hyde.

You've never had any control, he reminds himself sharply.

He takes a deep breath, recalling what his new therapist told him. You need to learn to reign in the Hyde on your terms, Tyler, not relearn what was forced on you. It will take time and patience. Be kind to yourself. Yeah, right.

“Umm, Tyler? You alright, dude?”

What?

“Oh shit, you’re like, butt-ass naked, oh my goodness.”

He opens his eyes and sees someone—presumably the owner of the voice—hastily pulling off a winter coat.

A girl?

She turns to look at him for only a second as she throws her coat in his direction and then turns her back to him once again.

Oh shit. He knows this face pretty well. He was shamelessly staring at it all morning.

“I swear I didn’t see anything and if I did I honestly can’t do anything about it because of my eidetic memory, but I promise I will never-” she starts rambling so fast he can barely understand what she’s saying.

“Y/n,” he asks, voice still hoarse. “Please stop talking.”

“Oh,” she pauses, “Sure sure sure, yeah. No problemo. Can totally do that, yeah.”

He gets up slowly and picks up the coat from the ground. He’s covered in dirt and the coat he picks up is light pink so he’ll probably mess it up, but he can’t just walk home naked like he did all those times before because he’s not alone now. Create new patterns for the Hyde to follow, Dr. Shin’s voice echoes in his head. Tyler doubts that’s what he meant when he said it, but whatever.

The coat thankfully is long enough to reach his knees, so he zips it up and tells y/n’s back: “Okay, I’m decent.”

She stops pacing and in mere seconds she’s in front of him, taking his face in her hands, presumably to check for any injuries. Her hands are warm and gentle and he can’t find anything to say, too shocked not only that she didn’t run but that her first concern is whether he is alright.

“You’re a bit dirty, but I don’t see any injuries, so I think you’ll live.” She carefully takes her hands off his face and awkwardly shoves them into the pockets of her jeans, like she doesn’t know where else to put ‘em.

“What happened? What are you doing here?” When he came to he was scared half to death he might’ve hurt her, but she seems unharmed and—what’s more baffling—unafraid, so now he’s just straight up confused.

“I was walking from Weems’ office and there was this cat- Wait a sec, you don’t remember what happened when you were all…” she imitates the claws with her hand, “rawr?”

“No.” Not anymore, not after Thornhill’s death. The thought that one of these days he might wake up in someone’s blood terrifies him.

“Oh.”

“What did you- How did you make me shift back?” Dr. Shin says he needs a point of contact with his human side that he can rely on to pull him out from the shift, but where the fuck is he supposed to find it if everyone he knows looks at him like he’s a ticking time bomb even when he’s perfectly human-looking.

“Ummm, I sang you Rufus Wainwright’s rendition of Hallelujah?” She says like she almost can’t believe it herself.

Tyler certainly can’t.

“You…sang to me?”

“Yeah, Rufus Wright’s rendition of Hallelujah, the one from Shrek, keep up, dude.”

He takes a breath to say something but the words do not come. He has no idea what to even say to that.

“Do you know how to get out of here?” She asks. “Cuz I kinda followed a cat here, so I don’t really know which way I came from.”

“Uhhh yeah, we need to keep to the northwest,” Tyler replies dumbly.

She looks at him unimpressed, “Babe, do I like a fucking girl scout to you? I don’t know what that means.”

And maybe it’s such a brazen use of that word that does it, or it’s that he’s only about 50% sure this is not some weird dream he’s having after eating too much sugar before bed, but he just grabs her hand and silently starts walking towards the dorms.

If she’s surprised by this turn of events, she doesn't show it, just goes with it like it’s the most normal thing on earth.

After a few minutes, she wrangles her hand so that their fingers intertwine and they’re like actually holding hands. Tyler feels his face heat up and hopes desperately that it won’t be visible in this cold.

“Could you slow down a bit please,” she asks, slightly out of breath. “I can’t keep up with you and if I keep breathing in cold air like an old asthmatic dog, I’ll get pneumonia.”

“I’m sorry,” Tyler says, slowing down a little.

They walk in silence for a while and Tyler expects her to start firing questions any second now but they can already see the outline of the main building in the distance and she still hasn’t asked.

“It’s called a Hyde. That thing you saw. No one knows for sure if I will ever be able to control it.”

“Hm,” she says thoughtfully, “You seemed pretty in control to me.”

He freezes. “What?”

“Like, when you were listening to me. It seemed like you didn’t want to scare me and one time you did, you backed off immediately.”

They keep walking, silent again.

When they reach the side of the main building, Tyler stops, letting go of her hand. “We’re here.”

“Cool, thanks for walking me back,” she says, smiling at him like it was just a cute little walk in the park.

He can’t take not understanding it.

“Why aren’t you freaked out?” He asks desperately. Something in him twists painfully like she just doesn’t understand. Like he’s deceiving her somehow, and he just needs to explain that he is a monster, he is dangerous, and then she’ll run from him like she’s supposed to. Like everyone else does.

But she doesn’t. She looks up at him curiously, and in the moonlight, her eyes seem so dark, so captivating, that he kind of forgets what was it he was asking her.

“You didn’t hurt me, didn’t even try to. That’s all I really need to know, Tyler.” She says calmly.

He just looks at her, not able to tear his eyes—or form a cohesive thought.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Save me a sit?” she asks softly like there’s some real possibility someone except her will want to sit with the local machiavellian monster.

“Sure,” is all he can really manage.

“Cool.” She says, then gets on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. “Goodnight, Tyler.”

His cognitive functions decide to leave him at that moment so he doesn’t say anything, just stands there like one of the statues from Easter Island and watches her sneak into the dorm’s building.

***

Author’s note:  I hope characterization doesn't seem inconsistent, I'm just trying to highlight that how other characters see MC is not exactly how she really is. She presents a more collected picture that what's actually going on in her brain. I was a bit worried I overdid it in the forest scene, but in the end I decided that Tyler is too flustered himself to pick up on her little tells that she's freaking out, and after seeing him naked she's totally freaking out lol

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

Sandii & the Sunsetz were a Japanese synthpop band that collaborated from 1979 until the 1990s. The Sunsetz, led by Makoto Kubota, and Sandii started as separate artists, and each has a separate discography. However, their collaboration provided a particular body of work that is representative of the period, and which successfully blended Eastern, Western and pop influences.

Early days

Sandii (サンディー) - born Sandra O'Neale - was born in Japan to an American father of Irish and Spanish ancestry and a Japanese mother. Her father was in the U.S. Navy, and she spent her early life in Japan, but moved to Hawaii in her early teens and began to study hula and Pacific dance.

After becoming accomplished as a singer and dancer, Sandii released her first record "Perusha Neko" under the name Sandi Ai. Returning to Japan in 1975 she was befriended by Kyu Sakamoto, who helped her to get a job as a DJ on NHK TV in Japan. Sandii performed during the interval of the "World Popular Song Festival" in late 1975, and secured a record deal with Toho. Sandii's debut album, Sandi Ai, is a mix of Japanese originals and covers of well-known songs by John Lennon and Olivia Newton-John. The album was not a great success, and Sandii left Toho for Discomate Records.

In 1976 Sandii performed at the Yamaha World Popular Song Festival as a non-competitor interval act, and the next year she won the prestigious “Grand Prix Best Vocal Performance” award with the single "Goodbye Morning", her best selling record to date.

Sandii met Makoto Kubota in 1976, when he was a guest on her NHK TV show and afterward joined his band Yuyake Gakudan ("Sunset Gang") as a backup singer. Makoto was an accomplished musician with broad influences, and the collaboration went on to be critically acclaimed, though never quite achieving the popular success expected. The music of The Sunset Gang was very influenced by blues, Southern and West Coast rock, but later they became increasingly interested in Hawaiian and Okinawan music. At this time Sandii also became friends with the future members of the Yellow Magic Orchestra, frequent collaborators with the Sunset Gang; Haruomi Hosono naming her "Sandii" because of the connection with Hawaii. However, until 1980 Sandii used a variety of names for different sessions e.g. "Sandra Hohn", "Sandi A. Hohn", and even "Sandy Ayako".

On the soundtrack of Lupin The Third Sandii performed the songs "I Miss You Babe" and "Love Squall"; the latter was a single release paired with the theme of the TV series by Yuji Ohno.

In 1978 Sandii sang the end title theme for the Japanese release of Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile, which became a top 20 hit in Japan. This gave Sandii and Makoto the opportunity to record a follow-up album. With limited time and budget, the album Mystery Nile consists of disco and pop cover versions including "Dancing Queen" by ABBA. Sandii and Makoto used fake English names on the record - "Sandy O'Neil" and "Theo Layer".

Other guest appearances include the albums Dead End and Monkey Magic by Godiego plus Melting Pot by Yamamoto Sho, whose backing band became Ippu-Do (including future Japan member Masami Tsuchiya).

In 1979, again using the name "Sandy O'Neil", Sandii released the disco track "Hey! King Kong", which failed to become a hit. The same year saw Sandii's first guest appearance with the Yellow Magic Orchestra on their album Solid State Survivor. Right at the end of '79 the Y.M.O. and Sandii began to record her debut for Alfa Records, Eating Pleasure, featuring lyrics by Yellow Magic Orchestra lyricist, Chris Mosdell, who, as he had done for YMO's Solid State Survivor also wrote the bulk of the lyrics for Eating Pleasure. At this point Makoto also wound up the Sunset Gang and Sandii & The Sunsetz were born. The two groups had the same members, but Sandii became lead vocalist. The collaboration with Mosdell would go on to produce some of the band's biggest hits over the next four years.[1] Sandii and Makoto are on record as saying they were influenced by the sound and success of Blondie and later became friends with Debbie Harry and Chris Stein.

1980s: The Sunsetz

Their first show as Sandii & The Sunsetz was opening for Yellow Magic Orchestra at Budokan in December 1980. In 1981 their next album Heat Scale, again featuring lyrics by Chris Mosdell, was released in 17 countries - most international releases adding tunes from "Eating Pleasure". From the release of "Heat Scale" until the next album release "Immigrants" (with a title song penned once more by lyricist Chris Mosdell) The Sunsetz spent a lot of time in the UK, recording with David Sylvian and Fun Boy Three producer Dave Jordan. Sounds, NME and Melody Maker gave The Sunsetz extensive coverage which gave the group a lot of credibility in Japan, leading to increased record sales. Their live act gained many fans in the international music industry following their support slot on the final Japan world tour. The Sunsetz went on to tour and play festivals with Eurythmics, INXS, Blondie and David Bowie. Their extensive touring and TV appearances in Australia in 1983 allowed them to achieve the #11 charting hit single "Sticky Music" (lyrics by Chris Mosdell).[2] Sandii & the Sunsetz also wrote songs for pop idol Akina Nakamori, including her hit "Babylon". The group had problems with international distribution and promotion and was unable to replicate that success worldwide, but it had an avid cult following.

Steve Cropper saw Sunsetz guitarist Keni Inoue play in his distinctive plucking style (as heard on "Open Sesame") and asked to be taught the technique.

In 1985 Sandii & The Sunsetz left Alfa Records for Toshiba-EMI, whose greater financial muscle gave the group a better budget to work with. Following a collaboration with Stephen Duffy ("Something Special") the group released the rock influenced "La La La La Love", released as "Banzai Baby" outside Japan. Although a strong album musically the group was disappointed that it was not promoted internationally, despite following the guidance of the record company, and opted to follow their own creative vision for subsequent releases. This led them to reggae, dancehall and other Jamaican styles which heavily influenced the final Sunsetz albums "Rhythm Chemistry" and "One Love".[1]

1990-present: Latter days

In 1990, the group had another re-invention, just using the name Sandii, although they would carry on using "& The Sunsetz" for live appearances well into the 1990s. Sandii and Makoto decided to concentrate on the Asian market and subsequent releases sold in greater numbers, helped by Sandii recording key songs in up to four languages. In 1996 Sandii recorded the first of her "Hawaii" albums and became increasingly involved in Hula culture.[3] Sandii now runs two Hula schools, in Harajuku, Tokyo and Yokohama and has a TV series on NHK, contributing to the popularity of Hula dance in Japan and allowing Sandii to release roughly two albums a year of Hawaiian and other Pacific style music. In late 2005 Sandii achieved the rank of Kumu Hula and celebrated with an event at a shrine in Ise, with old friend Haruomi Hosono providing the music.

Makoto Kubota is still a major music producer in Japan, always exploring new directions in world music.

[bloodnbunnies]

The Glams and the type of vehicle I think they’d have + how I’d rate their driving skills from 1 to 10 because I’m bored and why not

Freddy: He would have an SUV, like a Chevrolet Suburban. Something specious so he can take all his friends places, and his son’s friends as well. Often has his music on blast “I can’t drive without my music!”. 10/10 Most reliable driver, he plays it safe. Likes to take different routes to places each time when he’s by himself just cause, especially the scenic routes.

Chica: Motorcycle chick 😎. She’d probably have a standard one like a Yamaha SR400. A nice motorcycle for all purposes since she isn’t terribly concerned with going zoom zoom lol. 7/10 A pretty reliable driver but can be a little reckless at times. Aggressively waves at her friends driving by.

Roxy: Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Unlike Chica she WANTS to go zoom zoom lol. I was originally thinking Motorcycle for her but I think she would enjoy a sports car better and frankly, Chica is cooler with one. 1/10 Rox drives like a bat out of hell and is the reason why Mustang owners have a bad rap. Also prone to road rage, will zip in and out of traffic like a madwoman bc they’re always going too slow for her tastes. Someone please take her driving privileges away from her lmfao.

Monty: Dodge Ram 2500. Monty is definitely a truck guy lol. I’m imaging him driving down the roads with the windows rolled down and feeling the breeze through his hair. 5/10 He knows how to drive well but is prone to road rage. Will tailgate if you’re going under the speed limit, man has no patience XD. Always hoots and holler’s when he sees his friends on the road. One time he stopped to have a whole conversation with Roxy when she was pulled over by a cop because he knew the cop was too busy to deal with his ass lmao.

[mlarayoukai]

I don't talk about vocaloid because honestly I don't fucking care about the characters, they're not full fledged characters to me, they don't have a personality. I know a lot of people like that but I would rather honestly make an oc. Anyway vocaloid has been on a downfall since 2015 and it's not improving and if it wasn't for miku and Co Yamaha would have probably let the program die in 2008 or something. I probably sound insane but nobody cares about the new vocaloids and no one buys them. I haven't seen anyone talk about them. 90% of my music library is vocal synth like vocaloid and utau and synthv and you can't tell me people don't just default to using miku or flower or gumi. Pre 2013 it was a major deal when a new vocaloid came out but now no one gives a flying shit. Every song writer just defaults to miku. My point being vocaloid would be dead without miku solely

[wetsteve3]

Joe Mauldin, Jerry Allison And Buddy Holly On Their New Motorcycles 

Today is the day the music died.

Buddy, Waylon & The Ariel Cyclone

February 3, 1959 — The Day the Music Died. 

Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, “The Big Bopper” J.P. Richardson, and their pilot, Roger Peterson, die in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa. Holly leaves behind millions of adoring fans, a pregnant wife and a legendary 1958 Ariel Cyclone Motorcycle.

May 13, 1958 - Buddy Holly and his Crickets bandmates, Joe Mauldin and Jerry Allison, land in Dallas after a world tour. They go straight to a Harley-Davidson dealership looking to buy three Harley 74 flatheads. The salesman is skeptical that the three young men from West Texas have the wherewithal to purchase three of his expensive motorcycles, and tells them so. Put off by the rude salesman, the boys go across town to Miller’s Triumph Shop. This time, Buddy introduces himself and produces a large amount of cash to ensure that it is known they are serious buyers. It is probably not necessary because Betty Miller, co-owner of the Shop with her husband, Ray, recognizes Buddy and the Crickets the moment they come in.

Mauldin picks out a red Triumph Thunderbird. Allison goes for a Triumph Trophy TR6A. Buddy buys the new 650cc Ariel Cyclone — one of only 200 ever made.

That summer, between tours and television appearances, Buddy and his friends are often seen riding their motorcycles around town in Lubbock.

October 1958 — Buddy Holly splits from The Crickets.

Early 1959 — Buddy Holly is touring the Midwest with his new band, including bassist Waylon Jennings. Also on the tour are rising artists Ritchie Valens and “The Big Bopper” J.P. Richardson. The going is rough aboard cold, uncomfortable buses and, frustrated by the conditions, Holly charters a plane from a performance in Clear Lake, Iowa to the next stop in Moorhead, Minnesota. Holly bandmate Tommy Allsup and Valens toss a coin for a seat on the plane — Valens wins. Waylon surrenders his seat to Richardson, who is sick.

Buddy Holly & Waylon Jennings February 3, 1959, 12:30 am — Holly, Richardson and Valens take off with Peterson, their 21-year-old pilot. The rest is history. Buddy Holly was 22 years old when he died. Richardson was 28. Valens was 17. Waylon lives on to be one of the most legendary country music artists of all time.

Buddy’s father keeps his Ariel Cyclone until 1970 when he trades it to Nub Stovall, a local racer, for two Yamaha 55cc Trailmasters. Stovall sells the Ariel to another individual, who tries to resell it to a local Honda dealer, George McMahan, for $1000. McMahan wants the bike, but does not have the funds.

Waylon Receiving His Birthday Present 1979 — Former Crickets Mauldin and Allison want to do something special for the 42nd birthday of their old friend, Waylon Jennings. They track down Buddy’s motorcycle to the man who still owns it in Austin, Texas. They buy the bike and have it delivered to an empty hotel room in North Texas where Waylon is on tour. Upon seeing his gift — at midnight — the outlaw Waylon jumps on the bike and kick starts it right there in the hotel room, to the delight of the other guests. Waylon only rides the Ariel a couple times and then lends it to the Johnny Cash Museum in Nashville.

2002 — Waylon Jennings passes away.2014 — The Ariel is auctioned off as part of Waylon’s estate. George McMahon has his second shot at owning the legendary bike. (McMahan had done well as a land developer in Lubbock and now had the means to buy the Ariel.) At auction, the bike quickly is bid up to $475,000 and McMahan bows out, fearing he has missed his chance again.

But fate is with McMahan. The Ariel does not reach the seller’s minimum and does not sell at the auction. Jessi Coulter, Waylon’s widow, is taking offers based on price AND intended use. McMahan makes his offer and specifies his use — riding the bike just one time and then loaning it to he Buddy Holly Center in Lubbock. Done deal.

This is the incredible story of a legendary 1958 Ariel Cyclone, owned by two of the biggest legends in music history. Check it out at the Buddy Holly Center if you’re ever down in Lubbock — but note, no pictures allowed.

[affairesasuivre]

Lauren Duffus’ music is a lesson in exploding gracefully

Lauren attributes her musical inspiration to two principal sources: American trio Salem, and her old Yamaha keyboard’s classical build-ins.

Listening to her productions, it’s clear that the uncanniness of these inspirations is right on brand. Tangible are the bad-dream atmospherics, chopped ‘n’ screwed beats and irreverent tone which paint the witch house genre (grey); as well as the cinematic drill instrumentals typified by Chicago rapper, Chief Keef. But far from the codeine’d quality of Salem’s quasi-noise productions, the antagonism in Duffus’ music is often appeased with blithe glimmers, sometimes even choral singing. Her music’s equal proclivity for both caustic indignation and moments of tenderness justify previous comparisons to the likes of aya and Loraine James, both of which extend to her fusion of prismatic club beats and soft melodics.

‘From a very young age I was always drawn to sad or scary music’, Lauren reflects. ‘I remember loving the soundtrack for the fairytale, Peter and the Wolf. I love all genres though from black metal to pop but I will almost always only enjoy the songs that have a moving element. That’s why I love Chief Keef, his instrumentals almost always feel really sad to me’.

For Lauren, making music is a form of therapy, and satisfaction only comes with a production process informed by hardship. Her self-proclaimed inflexibility when it comes to making music solely informed by her own selfish inclinations doesn’t stop her hoping that people will share in the emotion she pours into its creation. Nonetheless, she finds less comfort in doing so herself. ‘After making something and putting it out I very rarely listen to it. Either I really don’t enjoy it and it tends to upset me’.

Pain is palpable in Duffus’ music. After boredom led her to download a free trial of Logic in the height of 2020’s lockdown, tracks quietly began to surface on her Soundcloud page, such as ‘Stir Fry’ which would later resemble one third of her debut EP ‘SULK’. The snideness of SULK’s title matches its tone. Unequivocal though it may be – this is an expression of pain – it is resolutely not an attempt at self-indulgence. Despite its melancholy (‘Soho Road’ is subtitled ‘Crying Song’ and is mainly composed of gut-wrenching sobs), Lauren’s music almost seems to laugh at itself, deftly conveying the coexistence of both devastation and self deprecation in depressive episodes.

Whilst Stir Fry’s choral singing, chipmunk vocals and dancehall-indebted rhythms bare stark resemblance to Sinjin Hawke’s symphonic ‘First Opus’ LP, the self-released ‘Anxiety‘ is distinctly cold, with brittle percussion and a playtime 173 seconds, as if not meriting anything more.

‘I’m still on the journey of learning how to deal with my emotions in a way that’s not destructive’, she responds when I ask about the description written underneath her AD 93 release ‘Dubplate 07’. ‘Exploding gracefully just means pouring that energy outwards as opposed to bottling it up and destroying myself’.

She admits the difficulty she’s found in compromising her own release schedules in favour of working with labels. ‘I want to share as soon as I finish a skeleton of a song because there’s so much pent up energy Ive just put into it and I feel like it’s squirming in my laptop needing to be let out’.

Lauren also struggles with attempts to categorise her music, admitting she sometimes gives into labelling tracks such as ‘Permanence‘ as ‘ambient’ given their pulselessness, despite the term not resonating fully. Her dual inspiration of both drill and classical music reaches its most prominent form on her third most listened-to SoundCloud upload: a monasterial remix of ‘Inner City Pressure’ – the experimental grime track by London producer, Cold.

When I asked whether she detected a sense of place in her own music – whether she considered London to be its natural home – she reflected that, despite the dancehall sounds she grew up surrounded by, that actually ‘the fact that I exclusively create in my childhood home which holds a lot of painful memories is more of a factor than the city I’m in. I can be a bit crap socially so I really don’t feel like any immediate community influences my sound’.

When we discuss her fusion of hard-hitting, industrial electronics with ornate choral arrangements, she meditates on classical music’s liberating tendencies. ‘It inspires me to not be rigid and have no rules – that probably sounds stupid because its seen as such a rigid, traditional genre filled with rules – but I like the constant tempo changes, the expression, and the movement within the songs that tell a story. It’s so fluid. I enjoy challenging myself to turn off the metronome and just play stuff expressively’.

Lauren’s penchant for story-telling translates into a desire to take up film scoring, so much so that she recently partook in an online course. ‘I just love the freedom it gives you in terms of structure and the challenge of not sticking to a tempo or traditional structure’, she tells me. ‘It was so much fun writing music with a visual prompt and hit points etc it was the most creative I’ve felt’.

Having only been producing for a matter of months when she created ‘Stir Fry’ – now her most notable release – it’s clear that world-building is something innate in Lauren’s musical inclination. It’s rare to find an artist whose music engulfs you in such a way as hers, and warrants comparisons to the enchanting immersion of Björk or the cinematic allure of Enya. At once appearing to bare all yet be fiercely guarded, it’s a deeply complex treatise on life’s hard times.

[wolfadjacent]

I wanna get more into making music now that I'm finally done with college this year (pending the next like three weeks) and I've been looking at synths but I know next to nothing, so if anyone has like vintage synth recs lmk. Ideally looking for an all in one deal for dawless recording, good for live stuff too, something like the korg emx-1 er the Yamaha rs7000 but again I just don't know my options 🤷‍♀️

[kurumeki]

In today’s news, I finally bought myself a proper stereo. My old Sony CMT-SBT20 was making funny noises when I put CD inside and would lag; I suppose I used it too often for it’s liking, though it’s not my fault I just love actually making use of all the CDs I own. I say “old Sony”, but it was rather new, surely newer than my new piece of equipment. I haven’t exactly bought this one - my grandma won it at the bridge tournament and it was just collecting dust in her storage room, so I asked her one day if I can just have it. She still has a lot of appliances that were never used...

Goodbye Sony CMT-SBT20.

The new one is Yamaha Pianocraft CRX-E300. It’s not brand new, I bought it used in a pretty good deal. It should be much better than Sony, it definitely is more chunky and heavier, I had to shuffle my electronics, so I would fit everything: the stereo, record player, printer, my home office station... But now I have a proper music station, with just stereo and record player next to each other. I immediately plugged Yamaha in and the sound quality is already much better than with Sony. I’m super happy I managed to snatch one with original remote, because this is essential to me. I’m one lazy bitch and I need a remote, when I lay in bed and listen to music. The seller was nice enough to include batteries for it, he didn’t really have to.

Can’t wait to listen to more music on the new equipment! Sadly today I had another migraine after work, but at the weekend I shall terrorize my neighbours.

[yamahamusicstore]

For those looking for a Soundbar With Wireless Subwoofer, the Yamaha YAS 209 soundbar would be a real deal. This soundbar contains a wireless subwoofer that provides deep, full bodied bass to give movies, music, and games the boost they need. The DTS Virtual:X technology in this soundbar allows users to experience an immersive 3D like sound to bring movies to life.

[ozwinds123]

Cornets Musical Instrument For Online Sale At Ozwinds

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Professional Keyboard Repair Services at Brocky's Electronics

Is your keyboard giving you trouble? Whether you're dealing with sticky keys, unresponsive buttons, or faulty wiring, Brocky's Electronics is your go-to solution for professional keyboard repair services. Our shop specializes in diagnosing and fixing a wide range of issues with both mechanical and digital keyboards. From complex electronic problems to everyday wear and tear, we have the skills and expertise to get your keyboard back to perfect working condition.

Why Choose Professional Repair?

Many people assume that a malfunctioning keyboard means it's time to replace it, but that isn't always the case. Professional repair can often extend the life of your device and save you money in the long run. With our expert repair services, you can avoid the expense and hassle of purchasing a new keyboard and instead have your old one functioning as good as new.

We service keyboards from all major brands, including Yamaha, Roland, Korg, Casio, and more. Whether you're a professional musician, a casual player, or using a keyboard for other purposes such as typing or gaming, we are equipped to handle the repairs you need.

Common Keyboard Issues We Fix

At Brocky's Electronics, we address a wide variety of keyboard-related issues, such as:

Sticky or Unresponsive Keys: If some keys aren't responding or are sticking when pressed, we can clean, replace, or adjust the internal mechanisms to restore their responsiveness.

Broken or Missing Keys: Broken keys can disrupt your performance and need immediate attention. We can replace missing or damaged keys, making your keyboard look and feel like new again.

Power and Connection Issues: If your keyboard won’t power on or is experiencing connectivity problems, we can diagnose the issue and offer efficient repair solutions.

Audio Problems: Are some of the notes on your keyboard sounding off or completely silent? Our technicians can repair damaged circuitry and speaker issues to restore your keyboard's full range of sound.

Software Glitches: For digital keyboards, software updates or glitches can affect performance. We’ll ensure your keyboard’s software is up-to-date and fully functional.

Expert Technicians with Years of Experience

Our technicians at Brocky’s Electronics are certified professionals with years of experience in keyboard repair. We use cutting-edge tools and techniques to troubleshoot and repair your device quickly and effectively. Whether it's a minor fix or a complex internal issue, we’re committed to delivering top-quality results.

We understand that your keyboard is an essential tool, and we strive to provide fast turnaround times without sacrificing the quality of the repair. We’ll diagnose the issue quickly and provide you with a comprehensive repair plan, so you’ll know exactly what to expect.

Affordable and Reliable Service

One of the biggest advantages of choosing Brocky's Electronics for your keyboard repair needs is our commitment to affordability. We offer competitive pricing on all repairs and provide detailed estimates upfront. We believe that high-quality repair services should be accessible to everyone, and we never cut corners when it comes to customer satisfaction.

Visit Brocky's Electronics Today!

Don't let a malfunctioning keyboard hold you back. Bring your device to Brocky's Electronics today and let our expert technicians restore it to peak condition. Whether it's a simple adjustment or a major overhaul, we're here to help you get the most out of your keyboard.

Call us at +61 448011873 or visit our website https://brockyselectronics.com.au to schedule a repair today! Brocky's Electronics – keeping your keys in tune and your music alive.

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Home Theater in Lucknow | Projectors in Lucknow

Creating the perfect home entertainment experience requires more than just a large screen TV. For an immersive experience, investing in a high-quality Home theater system and Projector is essential. Lucknow, a city known for its rich cultural heritage and modern lifestyle, offers a variety of options for home theater and projector enthusiasts. In this blog, we will explore the Best Home theater systems, Sound systems, and Projectors available in Lucknow. We'll also discuss how to create a Luxury Home theater setup and where to find the best deals on Bose Home theater systems.

Home Theater in Lucknow

The Rise of Home Theaters in Lucknow

The demand for Home Theaters in Lucknow has been steadily increasing. With the advent of advanced technology and the growing popularity of streaming services, more and more homeowners are looking to create a cinema-like experience in the comfort of their own homes. A well-designed home theater system not only enhances your viewing experience but also adds value to your property.

Best Home Theater Systems in Lucknow

Bose Home Theater in Lucknow

Bose is synonymous with high-quality sound. The Bose home theater systems available in Lucknow offer exceptional audio performance, sleek designs, and user-friendly interfaces. Whether you're watching movies, playing games, or listening to music, Bose systems provide an unparalleled experience.

Sony Home Theater Systems

Sony is a trusted name in the electronics industry, known for its innovative and reliable products. The Sony home theater systems available in Lucknow feature powerful speakers, advanced sound technologies, and easy connectivity options, making them a popular choice among homeowners.

Yamaha Home Theater Systems

Yamaha offers a range of home theater systems that deliver impressive sound quality and versatility. Their systems are known for their durability and performance, making them a great investment for any home entertainment setup.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Home Theater System

Audio Quality: Look for systems that offer clear, crisp sound with good bass and treble balance.

Compatibility: Ensure the system is compatible with your existing devices, such as TVs, gaming consoles, and streaming devices.

Ease of Installation: Choose a system that is easy to set up and configure.

Design: Consider the aesthetics of the system and how it will fit into your home decor.

Projectors in Lucknow

Why Choose a Projector for Your Home Theater?

Projectors offer a larger screen size compared to traditional TVs, making them ideal for creating a true cinematic experience at home. They are versatile, allowing you to adjust the screen size to fit your space, and they can be easily mounted on ceilings or walls. Projectors are also great for presentations, gaming, and outdoor movie nights.

Top Projectors in Lucknow

Epson Projectors

Epson is a leading brand in the projector market, known for its high-quality imaging and reliability. Epson projectors available in Lucknow offer excellent brightness, color accuracy, and contrast, ensuring a superior viewing experience.

BenQ Projectors

BenQ projectors are popular for their affordability and performance. They offer a range of models suitable for different needs, from home theaters to business presentations. BenQ projectors in Lucknow provide sharp images and vibrant colors, making them a great choice for any home theater setup.

Optoma Projectors

Optoma is known for its innovative projector technologies. Their projectors deliver stunning visuals, making them perfect for home theaters. Optoma projectors available in Lucknow are easy to set up and offer a variety of features to enhance your viewing experience.

Choosing the Right Projector for Your Home Theater

Resolution: Look for projectors with at least 1080p resolution for clear and detailed images.

Brightness: Consider the projector's brightness, measured in lumens, to ensure it can perform well in different lighting conditions.

Throw Distance: Check the throw distance to determine how far the projector needs to be from the screen to achieve the desired image size.

Connectivity: Ensure the projector has the necessary input options, such as HDMI, USB, and wireless connectivity, to connect to your devices.

Sound Systems in Lucknow

Enhancing Your Home Theater with Quality Sound Systems

A high-quality sound system is crucial for a complete home theater experience. It provides clear dialogue, immersive sound effects, and powerful music playback. In Lucknow, you can find a variety of Sound Systems to suit different budgets and preferences.

Best Sound Systems in Lucknow

Bose Sound Systems

Bose sound systems are renowned for their exceptional audio quality and sleek designs. They offer a range of products, from soundbars to full surround sound systems, providing flexibility for different home theater setups.

Sonos Sound Systems

Sonos offers wireless sound systems that are easy to set up and use. Their products deliver high-fidelity sound and can be integrated with other smart home devices, making them a great choice for modern homes.

JBL Sound Systems

JBL is known for its powerful and dynamic sound systems. Their products are designed to deliver immersive audio experiences, whether you're watching a movie, playing a game, or listening to music.

Tips for Setting Up Your Sound System

Speaker Placement: Position your speakers strategically to ensure balanced sound throughout the room.

Acoustic Treatment: Consider adding acoustic panels or rugs to improve sound quality and reduce echo.

Calibration: Use a sound meter or the system's calibration tool to adjust the settings for optimal audio performance.

Luxury Home Theater in Lucknow

Creating a Luxury Home Theater Experience

A Luxury Home theater goes beyond just high-quality audio and video. It involves creating an environment that offers comfort, convenience, and a touch of elegance. From plush seating to advanced automation, a Luxury home theater is designed to provide the ultimate entertainment experience.

Essential Components of a Luxury Home Theater

High-End Audio and Video Equipment

Invest in top-tier audio and video equipment, such as 4K projectors and Dolby Atmos sound systems, to ensure the best possible performance.

Comfortable Seating

Choose ergonomic and stylish seating options, such as recliners or home theater chairs, to provide maximum comfort during long viewing sessions.

Smart Home Integration

Integrate your home theater with smart home systems to control lighting, temperature, and audio/video equipment with a single touch.

Tips for Designing a Luxury Home Theater

Room Layout: Plan the layout to ensure optimal viewing angles and sound distribution.

Lighting: Use dimmable lights and LED strips to create the perfect ambiance for movie nights.

Acoustic Design: Incorporate acoustic treatments to enhance sound quality and minimize external noise.

Conclusion

Lucknow offers a wide range of options for creating the perfect Home theater setup. Whether you're looking for a basic system or a Luxury home theater, you can find everything you need in this vibrant city. From high-quality projectors to top-notch sound systems and the best Bose home theater systems, Lucknow has it all. By investing in the right equipment and following the tips provided in this blog, you can create an immersive and enjoyable home entertainment experience that rivals any commercial cinema.