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#What to do if You Have a Bow But No Violin#tips#tricks#life hacks#helpful hints#advice#violin#bow#bow and arrow#music
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Do you have instruments you'd like to learn? :D Ooh, and any traditional instruments from your culture that you love?
Hmm I'm not really an instrument person so I'm not quite sure how to answer this, sorry. ;(
#i wanted to learn violin as a kid but my parents forced me to play guitar which i never ever enjoyed#and when i finally did tell them i wanted to play violin they said i could only learn after i learned how to play the guitar#so now i'm a talentless hack who stays away from all instruments lol
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Writing Ideas: 170 Character Quirks
Quirk—a peculiar trait; idiosyncrasy; memorable little things about a character’s personality that make them charming, endearing, weird, or unique; can be cute habits; is anything worth describing about a character.
PERSONALITY QUIRKS
Very introverted, quiet and reserved, keeps to themselves
Highly extroverted, loves socializing and meeting new people
Mega control freak who has to have everything their way
Neat freak (often coincides with control freak)
Total slob who never knows where anything is
Super stubborn and will never admit when they’re wrong
Brutally honest and can’t lie to save their life
Extremely judgmental of other people
Short-tempered, especially when irritated
Always patient, even when frustrated
Hilarious or odd sense of humor
Very hard to make them laugh
Loves to eat and is obsessed with food
Loves to drink and is constantly partying
Constantly complains about everything
Extremely loyal and will do anything for their friends/family
Adventurous and willing to try anything
Cautious and careful no matter what
Energetic, hardly ever needs to rest
Sleeps all the time and still gets tired during the day
Horrible sense of direction and constantly gets lost
Overachiever who loves school/structure
Really modest and won’t ever brag about themselves
Extremely emotional and will cry at the drop of a hat
Stoic and detached, rarely shows emotion
Wildcard whose behavior is unpredictable, even to their friends
Notoriously two-faced and will betray anyone
Charismatic and can convince anyone to do their bidding
Very proper and always polite to others
Dates tons of people and has a new boyfriend or girlfriend every week
Obsessive personality — whether it’s a TV show, brand, musical artist, or even another person, they’ll get attached and think/talk about it constantly
PHYSICAL QUIRKS
Unique eye or hair color
Has two different eye colors
Extremely short or tall
Some discerning physical mark — birthmark, freckles, mole, or scar
Wears unusual glasses
Has braces and headgear
Large feet — may mean they’re clumsy
Bites their nails/lips or chews on their hair
Constantly fidgeting and can’t sit still
Acne, eczema, or other skin problems
Many tattoos or piercings
Often sick or has allergies (constantly sniffling/blowing their nose)
Talks very loudly or quietly
Says everything like it’s a question
Terrible breath — may be a coffee drinker
Gets sweaty easily (especially when nervous)
Unusually hairy arms or legs
Very long painted nails
Always wears a faceful of makeup
Has a stutter or other speech impediment
Incessantly clicks a pen
Often tucks their hair behind their ears
Constantly chews gum
Has a toothpick dangling from their mouth
Always picking their teeth
Smokes and has a raspy voice
Breathes heavily or snores
Is extremely muscular
Walks very slowly or quickly
Left-handed or ambidextrous
Constantly scratching themselves
Has some noticeable physical tic, like a twitch
Always wears a distinct item of clothing or accessory — a favorite pair of socks, a lucky jersey, or even a particular shade of lipstick
STRENGTHS/TALENTS
Fantastic cook or baker
Skilled musician (piano, guitar, violin, etc.)
Artistic talent (drawing, painting, sculpting, etc.)
Model athlete (football, hockey, swimming, etc.)
Great at voices/ventriloquy
Can do sleight-of-hand — may be a pickpocket
Speaks multiple languages, even obscure ones
Knows everything about history
Mathematical or scientific genius
Brilliant coder and can hack into any database
Skilled mechanical inventor
Can build or put together anything
Super-quick logical reasoning
Exceptional memory/genius IQ (several of the above might fall under this)
Special connection with animals
Super empathetic and understanding of other people
Extremely fast runner
Contortionist (can twist their body into any shape)
Psychic talent (can predict the future)
Amazing mechanic
Super strength, flying, invisibility or other superpowers
Unusually high tolerance for pain
Survival skills like hunting and fishing
Quick reflexes, acts fast in a crisis
Brave and fearless, not scared of anything
Able to talk their way out of any trouble/invent stories on the fly
WEAKNESSES/NEGATIVE TRAITS
Awful driver
Always running late
Illegible handwriting
Terrible at public speaking
Socially awkward — hard for them to make friends
Has tons of credit card debt from online shopping
Self-destructive and always wants what’s worst for them
Gets blackout drunk every time they go out
Extremely conceited or arrogant
Compulsive liar
Manipulative of friends
Gets jealous over nothing
Often mean for no reason
Unbelievably self-centered
Extremely passive-aggressive
Is a hero who doesn’t like using their superpowers
Arachnophobia (irrational fear of spiders)
Coulrophobia (irrational fear of clowns)
Agoraphobia (irrational fear of leaving the house)
Pantophobia (fear of everything)
COMMONLY USED QUIRKS
Pale skin
Crooked smile
“Intense” stare
Relentless clumsiness
Artificial hair colors that are supposedly natural
Characters thinking they’re unattractive when everyone else thinks they’re beautiful
OTHER QUIRKS
Dresses all in one color
Bedroom is decorated exactly like a Pinterest picture
Won’t drink still water, only sparkling
Refuses to use headphones and blasts their music in public
Always dresses too nicely for the occasion
Walks around barefoot, even in stores and other public places
Hates being inside, sleeps and goes to the bathroom outdoors
Can’t help but look in every mirror they pass
Wears a small plastic backpack everywhere
Preps their meals three weeks in advance
Drinks shots of espresso all day long
Sings opera in the shower
Always sneezes around pets
Has a collection of something mundane
Makes their own (terrible) abstract art and hangs it on their walls
Gets super excited about Christmas and then really depressed in January
Refuses to wear glasses even though they need them
Carries around a secret teddy bear
Has been wearing the same friendship bracelet for three years
Fastidiously lint-rolls all their clothing
Will leave a shop or restaurant if someone walks in with a baby
Extremely superstitious (knocks on wood, avoids the number 13, etc.)
Drops everything other people ask them to hold
Likes to go out dancing by themselves
Prefers to have the lights off or dimmed at all times
Only reads books written before 1900
Only watches movies that get really bad reviews
Always wears multiple sweaters on top of each other
Won’t eat anything that doesn’t have bread (at least on the side)
Thinks they’re a time-traveler from the medieval era
Gives friends and family excellent homemade presents
Leaves the office last every day so they can push all the chairs in
Hates jagged numbers (always fills their gas tank to the dollar, sends emails on the hour, etc.)
Has an imaginary friend they still talk to, even in adulthood
Owns a lizard that they try and use as a guard dog
Listens exclusively to Britney Spears
Leaves little notes in library books for future readers
Uses tissues to hold onto poles on public transportation
Wears their hair in Princess Leia buns
Never goes a day without talking to their mom
Hums “In the Hall of the Mountain King” when they get stressed
Clucks their tongue while walking, so they sound like a horse
Quotes Pulp Fiction all the time
Loves hanging out in completely empty places
Convinced they’re going to die in a freak accident
Grows all their own food in their vegetable garden
Never pays for train or bus tickets
Can recite Shakespearean sonnets
Recycles and eats vegetarian, but only out of guilt
Has a “vision board” posted on their ceiling
Loves the beach but hates swimming
Flicks people in the forehead when they get annoyed
Laughs at everything, even bad jokes
Curates a great Instagram feed of street art
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(Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss x New Youngest BAU agent fem reader)
[Warnings- Power Dynamics, Stalking, Dark themes, Case details, Slow burn? Drowning and being revived, hypothermia, shared bath with Aaron, Naive reader, Mommy and Daddy, PNV sex, innocent reader, smut, claiming, creampies spanking, praise, aftercare]
The day you joined the BAU, you thought everybody was very nice, the others were welcoming, but the two that stuck out the most to you were SSA Aaron Hotchner, who greeted you with a firm handshake and a hand on your back, his voice was deep, rough, and monotone, but you could tell in his eyes that he showed a little concern over you, probably because you were only nineteen, but you were a genius, like Spencer Reid you held a extremely high IQ, causing the FBI to recruit you after you hacked into their main systems on “accident”, Garcia was actually the one to catch you and then recommend you after you were caught to join the FBI.
Next was Emily Prentiss, she greeted you with a smile and a hug, she was so warm and friendly but she held more concern over you, a protectiveness and slight affection for you she showed well to others if they got too close to you. She saved you from many situations, either with people underestimating you when you joined a case or with unsubs who tried to prey on you for your, what she called, “naivety.” Emily always claimed you showed too much compassion to unsubs when interrogating or provoking.
That’s what you were good at, you surprised the team with your abilities to get into the minds of unsubs, your ability to predict their behavior or intentions even surpassed Spencer, which shocked the entire team. You, this little ball of smiles and shyness turned into a calculating manipulator as soon as you hit the interrogation room. You were unmatched and always used tactics of bonding with the unsubs, empathizing with them before using tactics of, “I would do the same if I were in your position,” or “That must have been so hard for you, I can’t even imagine being alone like that and suffering, how do you do it?”
You would play unsubs like a violin with your “caring” displays, you showed them more respect and empathy than anyone in their lives did, practically lovebombing them with care and concern while playing dumb the whole time. You were actually the smartest on the team which gained you respect a lot. The only issues you had were… well you, your clumsiness, your inability to be aware of your surroundings, how easily you would get distracted, you constantly worried both Emily, Hotch, and the others, they constantly wondered how the hell you were still alive.
Both Emily, Hotch, and JJ were your main supervisors on missions, having to literally be attached to your hip to make sure you didn’t get ambushed or injured simply because you just couldn’t be aware of your surroundings. Even outside of work both Emily and Hotch have had to “watch over you” to make sure you were safe, you couldn’t drive surprisingly, which both of them didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but you took the subway to and from work everyday, Emily and Hotch took turns, “subtly” making sure to take the train every morning and late night just to make sure you got home safe or they would just offer to drive you, which is what you usually did after a few months of working with them.
But months into the job, after a particularly hard mission that took you all to Alaska, Emily and Hotch freaked, like growing totally overbearing and overprotective, not leaving your side. That mission was a nightmare. You couldn’t stand the cold, so literally once you got there you just couldn’t function, Emily was the first to notice how you grew quiet, practically mute, shivering violently even in the three layers and coat she dressed you in. She tried to help by rubbing your shoulders and keeping you close to her and Hotch, but nothing worked.
The team had never seen you so quiet, you just were not built for this case, or the cold weather. Even when you had to share rooms at the small inn you didn't react, too busy shivering due to the cold, you didn't care or comprehend the fact that Emily had been holding you the whole time, or the fact that when you were burying your face into her shoulder Emily smiled. You were led up to a small room in the inn with, wow... only one bed and a small couch. You immediately said you could take the couch but were cut off by both Emily and Aaron who you were bunking with that it would be warmer if you shared the bed together.
So that's where you ended up for the night, sandwiched between the two older agents until early dawn when you had to get up and get dressed to head into the cold again to another crime scene due to the killer striking again in the night. You were again, quiet, grumpy, and miserable, and it didn't help that the crime scene was on the docs near the icy dark depths of water. You were petrified of bodies of water, and you never knew why, you just stayed away from water all you could, plus you couldn't swim. Emily was the first to notice you staring at the water with an almost fearful expression, walking over to you to nudge you gently, "Hey, you okay?"
You snapped your head up quickly at the nudge, nodding as you crossed your arms, "Yeah, just cold." She just raised her brows at you. "Really? Because you're staring at the water like it did something to you." You just sighed, looking up at her hesitantly, "I just- I don't like water." She frowned a little in confusion, "Why?" The way Emily was staring at you with her head tilted made you fluster, it was embarrassing to you, so you just lowered your head with a sigh, seeing the cold mist that your breath gave as you shuttered, "I-I can't swim."
Emily's eyes widened at your words, now she felt paranoid about you even being on the doc, her hand gently wrapping around your arm to pull you a little further away from the edge as she spoke, "Then how about we keep you away from these ledges, yeah?" You just blushed at the way she tried to protect you from the possibility of slipping, she watched you much closer now until you got off the docks, everybody heading back to the inn for the day. When you got back you decided to try to hang around down in the common area, watching out the windows with some hot chocolate before something caught your eye.
You immediately dropped your mug down on the table with a yell to the others as you saw a hooded figure dragging what you assumed to be a victim down to the docs, running out the door, and drawing your gun as you chased after them. You could hear commotion and yelling behind you, so you knew the others were coming, that made you feel slightly better as you ran out on the docs, it was dark and hard to see, your breathes heavy as you looked around for the unsub before you felt a shove against your back, slipping before your entire body went into shock at the feeling of water, cold water surrounding you.
Emily, Derek, and Aaron were the first ones out of the inn and the first to see the unsub shove you into the water, Emily practically screamed when she saw you slip and fall in, her voice booming out to Aaron as he barked at Derek to go after the unsub, JJ already on him, "Aaron, she cant swim!" Aarons eyes widened at Emily's words before he was running over to the doc with Emily calling out for him, but he didn't stop, he jumped in straight after you.
You didn't know what to do, flailing in complete shock with a scream of terror for help. You were petrified at the water swallowing you up, the temperature shocked your body to the point you couldn't feel it, all you remembered was going under and then darkness, piercing cold, heaviness, your lungs on fire, quickly growing tired due to fighting the water and not knowing which way was up, eventually you just gave up, letting the darkness swallow you up. You didn't remember much during that time, you didn't know how long you were under, a minute? Two? More? All you knew was that you felt a strong frame pulling your body against theirs before you were hauled up.
Emily stood above, immediately crouching down as Aaron came back up, shivering and panting with his hair wet as he held you up for Emily to take, "Take her, Take her!" he yelled out as her hands went down to grab you, pulling your limp body out of the water with a grunt onto the doc as Aaron pulled himself out, he straddled you without hesitation to check your pulse, "Shit, she's not breathing, her pulse is too weak." Emily sat down on her knees quickly, brushing your hair out of your face, tapping your cheeks, "Come on, pretty girl, don't do this to us!" Aaron just grunted and began chest compressions, alternating between compressions and breathing air into your lungs, he was terrified he'd lose you.
You couldn't move, that's all you knew, you barely even registered someone doing compressions on you, voices were muffled but there was yelling and then someone's lips against yours forcing air down your throat until you felt like you were choking, it took a whole 45 seconds to revive you from your unconscious state, one last breathe of air into you until you were keeling over with a lurch straight into Emily's arms, coughing up copious amounts of water from your lungs as she slapped at your back, her voice shaky, "Good girl, baby, cough it out, get it all out." She just breathed out in relief, giving Aaron a look as he sat up on his knees, closing his eyes with relief before getting up.
"We gotta get her warm." Aaron husked out quickly as he picked you up, you didn't have much fight left in you anyway to refuse as he carried you back to the inn and up to the room with Emily in tow. Emily immediately got to drawing a bath for you as Aaron sat you on the toilet lid with you shivering violently, his hands peeling off his own shirt while trying to keep you sat up and conscious before Emily helped him undress you, her voice soft as she spoke, "You both need to get warm, you can't stay in those clothes."
She took a breath at the sight of Aarons abs and your smaller frame, biting her lip as she knelt down to speak to you, "Hey, Y/N, if you can hear me, you and Aaron are gonna sit in that tub together, you have to get warm." She tried to warn you even though you were practically unresponsive, just giving weak whimpers back, before she helped Aaron pick you up and place you in the warm water. You were still shivering violently when Aaron sunk in behind you while Emily sat to the side, watching with concern as she looked at Aaron, "What was she thinking, going after the unsub like that? Especially to the docs- I just-"
"Emily, we cant control that now, all we can do is take care of her now and reprimand her when shes in better health." Aaron spoke out in a gravelly tone as he brushed your hair out of your face, as shameful as Aaron felt, to have your naked body so close and pressed up to his, it made him hard. He tried to shift his body to be respectful, but you were basically on his lap, he just bit his lip with a soft groan, closing his eyes as he pushed his cock between your inner thighs to rest there. Emily's pupils dilated as she watched, blushing as she shifted in her spot, "God, Aaron... I want her just as bad as you do."
Aaron just chuckled with a shake of his head as he tightened his hold on you, "I don't know about that, you can't feel how soft her skin is right now, Em." He husked out which only made Emily tilt her head at him with a small smirk, "Yeah? Well let's get our baby feeling better and hopefully, we'll both be able to feel her." She purred out. Aaron just nodded with a low groan, his eyes closing. You probably laid against Aaron in the bath for over an hour, at least until it got a bit cold until you were lifted up and wrapped in a fluffy robe before taken to bed and covered in at least three blankets with both Emily and Aaron holding you between them.
When morning came, you slowly woke to the sounds of breathy feminine moans and soft grunts, frowning as you squirmed at the feeling of the bed bouncing before rolling onto your side into Aaron, he felt so warm before you noticed his heavy breathes alongside Emily's, finally registering why the bed stopped moving once you opened your eyes. Emily was straddled on Aarons cock with her hands on his chest, she was riding him with you laid right next to them. They both were still, you were shocked until Emily spoke, "Hey baby, were sorry... we couldn't help it, we just-" Aaron cut her off by pulling you closer and meeting your lips in a hot kiss, mumbling out against your lips, "You scared us last night, babygirl... we thought we lost you. Never scare us like that again." He spoke out firmly, cupping your chin.
You just stared at them both, wide-eyed and with a blush, you didn't know what do to, its true you had developed a crush on the both of them, but you thought that just because they were the first male and female superiors you had, your mommy and daddy issues acting up, but no. Here you were laying beside them as they fucked. Emily just tucked your hair away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "Shh baby, let Mommy and Daddy have our fun and then well tend to you." She husked out before moaning as she raised herself up on Aarons cock before sinking back down and building her pace again as she panted out, "You just watch baby."
You let out a soft whimper as you watched Emily ride Hotch, she was passionate, her hips rolling with every thrust of her hips down, Hotchs hands sliding up her waist before he gripped and thrust up to meet her, making them both moan as they joined together, Emily's tits bouncing as she only rode him harder and faster the closer they got to cumming together. Emily was experienced in her own pleasure, rubbing her clit as she sank up and down on Hotchs cock, her moans getting huskier as she closed her eyes before you saw hoe Hotch slid his hands to grip at her ass as a vice to thrust his hips up quicker, seeing how his cock would stretch her and disappear inside her with each slam of his hips up made you squirm, you were soaking wet seeing how they fucked, especially hearing Emily moan as she came.
Emily cried out as she came around Hotchs cock, causing him to groan out at the feeling as he came inside her, you watched as Emily lurched and trembled, her thighs shaking as her hips twitched, her cunt gripping around Hotchs cock tighter and tighter, spilling cum down his shaft before she slowly raised up and off his cock, his cum spilling out of her as she crawled onto you, untying your robe with a tender kiss to your lips, "Is this okay baby, are you okay with this?" Emily needed to make sure you were alright before she continued, but she was answered by a timid nod from you, making her smile, "Good girl." She hummed out before kissing you again, darting her tongue into your mouth as she slid her hand down between your thighs to feel your wetness, moaning when she did.
"Oh, Aaron, she's so wet for us... did watching us make you that excited baby?" she purred out with a devious smirk as she nudged her nose against yours and found your clit with her fingertips, rubbing little circles immediately, which made you moan out and arch, closing your eyes at the warm buildup of pleasure her fingers blessed you with before they were joined by another larger pare that prodded at your entrance, whining when you felt Aaron slip a finger inside your tight wetness while he leaned over to press his lips against your nipple to suck. The stimulation of Emily's fingers rubbing circles on your clit to Aaron pumping and curling his finger inside you to his lips wrapped around your nipple, it was enough to quickly make you cum in minutes.
Luckily, minutes were all Hotch needed to get hard again, I mean it wasn't difficult due to how adorable you sounded as you came. He was a sucker for you, secretly, he loved how small you were compared to him. Emily pulled away slightly to let Aaron sit up between your thighs, but what surprised you most was when he flipped you, forcing you onto your tummy in a arch as Emily settled in front of you, her legs spread as she guided you to her soaked cunt, her voice gentle but filled with lust, "Now baby, your gonna take Daddy's cock while you eat Mommy out, okay?" You just nodded with a blush, always so eager to please before your face was shoved into her pussy by Aarons hand on the back of your head.
You let out a cry when you felt Aarons cock push into you from behind, feeling the slow stretch of your wet little pussy stretching around his girthy cock made you tremble from the feeling, moaning into Emily's pussy which made her shiver from the stimulation on her clit before you felt Aaron start to thrust into you at a punishing pace, his cock rockhard as you felt him graze against your gspot with each thrust, your eyes rolling in pleasure with a groan into Emily's pussy as you tried to lap at her clit, but it was so hard with how good Aaron felt, his words making your pussy flutter around his cock, "Mmm... that's it, baby, take my cock. You were made for it, weren't you? Such a good girl."
"Yes, she is! Fuck- such a pretty mouth on her, eating mommy out like a good girl... yes baby, suck, suck for mommy!" Emily moaned out with her hand in your hair as she shoved your face harder against her cunt, feeling her orgasm close, crying out as she felt your lips wrap around her clit to suck, making her cum quick and hard, her grip tight on your hair as Aaron sped up his thrusts, making you whine. You felt his pace, rough and fast, his hips snapping against your ass with a slap to your ass as he praised you, sinking his cock deeper into you with every thrust, your ass so soft against his pelvis as he slammed into you with a groan, holding your hips tight as he emptied his seed into you, sending you spiraling into your own orgasm, trembling violently with a loud cry between the two of them as you clamped down on his cock.
"Oh fuck..." Aaron just groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, seeing his cum-covered cock twitching still as he finally slipped out of you, seeing his cum ooze out of your used little hole made him moan. You couldn't help the whimper that left your lips at the emptiness, but you were quickly pulled up into Emily's arms as she laid your head on her chest, kissing your head. "You did so well baby." Aaron nodded and kissed your back before laying down next to you two, speaking lowly, "You did love, so please, no more diving into cold waters... never scare us like that again, we couldn't stand losing you, Y/N..." You just nodded quietly, still recovering from the fear of the night before as you spoke, "I promise." That was all they needed to hear before you were snuggled back under the blankets by the two of them and attacked with many kisses.
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this legitimately could not matter less but for the record the reason violins are red/brown is because those varnishes do not fuck with the sound of the instrument the way others do, so the PAINTED SILVER FIDDLE from a dude who killed his brother bc he was a worse musician? interesting choice, maybe don’t fuck up your instrument king, you hack, you fool, you ruined the finish you absolute clown
#this does not matter at all and the show did it bc they wanted him to have an over the top vibe#but i know about fiddles and i will be connecting dots#i’ve connected them#ofmd#ned low#our flag means death
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Hobbies
Hi! You may have seen my mod idea I posted a couple weeks ago about hobbies... basically I am starting to give my sims a hobby based on their true hobby (sports, nature, cuisine, etc). If their true hobby is fitness, then I will randomize a few different activities to make their favorite hobby. This, for me, adds more personality to the sim and also pushes me to use different objects and aspects of the game that I don't normally use. The mod idea was to have this hobby randomly generated using tokens like the favorite color and traits mod. Anyways! I am not 100% sure if it will be made - anyone can take this idea and run with it! I think some plans started which is super exciting! But I just wanted to share my list of hobbies so far that I like! These don't particularly have to increase their hobby enthusiasm in my opinion. Thanks to @grilledcheese-aspiration, @anachronisims, @cityof2morrow and others for ideas and taking interest! Hope something comes of it. :)
cuisine: cooking, baking, learn every recipe, cooking channel lover, healthy foodie, junk food lover
film&lit: writing novels, writing poetry, writing nonfiction, blogging, stand up comedy, movie buff, tv buff, reading
tinkering: hacking/programming, robots, toy making, car enthusiast, handywork, crafting,
sports: soccer, football, basketball, ballet ,archery, axe throwing, ice/roller skating, kicky bag
music&dance: ballet, bass, club dancing, ballroom dancing, drums, guitar, piano, violin, singing, ice skating/roller skating, freestyling, karaoke, DJing
fitness: dietician, gym rat, yoga, meditation, wellness, gym rat, home workout lover, jogging/cardio, swimming, weightlifting
arts&crafts: clay/pottery, floral arranging, painting, sewing, photography
science: natural biology, chemistry, astronomy, aliens, environmentalist, medicines
games: streaming, board games, computer gaming, console/handheld gaming, poker, bar games, pool, arcade gaming
nature: bird watching, hunting bugs, hiking, flower gardening/landscaping, gardening, dogs, cats, small pets, farming, fishing, travel, house plant lover, bee keeping
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It Ain't Me Babe
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author’s note: A holiday present from me to you ❣️
Summary: Ellie’s first art club meeting [2.8k]
Warnings: creative insecurity, mentions of financial instability, teacher things, Ellie talking about Sarah, more flirty flirt, I think that’s it??
Nothing has ever been as annoying or guilt-inducing as an unfinished piece of art. Sure, every artist— no matter the medium— has felt like an uncreative, unoriginal hack, but it still feels just as new as it did the first time. Moonlight streams through your window as you glare at the canvas, hoping for an idea or stroke of genius. It's late. You should be in bed, especially since it's a Sunday night and you spent your weekend working at the bar down the street. But you're holding a paintbrush between stained fingers and praying for a miracle. It's been eight months since you last sold a piece for a whopping $200, chump change when it comes to living in Austin these days. Even with two jobs and doing commission work, you're living paycheck to paycheck. Maybe that's why it's so hard to create? That has to be the reason. You don't remember it being this hard when you were younger.
Creating art was the only thing that brought you solace during your teenage years. It didn't matter if it was drawing, pottery, painting, sculpting. All that mattered was that you were doing it and you were good. You won awards, scholarships, and attention. Your art teacher, Ms. Henry, was a godsend. Grey-haired, glasses-wearing, colorful Ms. Henry glided through lessons and projects like it was second nature. She always had pencils in her hair, a mug in her hands, and a kind word on her lips when you entered her classroom. She's the one who pushed you to go to your artsy liberal arts college full of people richer and better than you. Even with her love and support, you struggled and almost dropped out after that first semester.
"There's always someone better," she told you when you ended up crying across from her in a coffee shop. "But there's nobody in the world who can make what you will because there is and never will be another you. I mean, God, what a gift. I'd hate to see you waste it." That sobered you enough to keep going and eventually pursue a teaching certification. Ms. Henry has since retired to the Pacific Northwest with her wife, Mable, and sends you a postcard every once in a while because she believes smartphones will be the downfall of civilization. After so many years in education, you're ready to agree with her.
You sigh, feeling your motivation fluttering away with your breath, and plop your paintbrush down in the cup engraved with the words "DO NOT DRINK" in bold. The canvas doesn't look like much of anything right now— just a mass of colors and shapes that could potentially pass as an abstract version of a landscape. It looks like the other painting you left at the school to work on when you have time. And the painting before that. And the one before that. You curse at exactly the same time your phone buzzes with a text.
You awake?
You don't bother responding and go straight to FaceTiming her. She picks up on the second ring, her beautiful, round face greeting you with a smile. You met Andie during high school, and her effortlessly cool attitude and bulky violin kit quickly became a part of your heart. You two were inseparable all four years of high school, dividing your time between rehearsals and time spent in the studio, but college took you to art school and her to a prestigious orchestra program in Vienna. She's been there ever since graduation, playing for diplomats and royals alike, but she comes home for holidays, and you've been trying to save money to go see her. Being so far from her is hard, but you make it work.
"Why are you awake?" You ask by way of a greeting, more than accustomed to your seven-hour time difference and her early riser habits. She laughs, and you hear a tea kettle whistle in the background.
"Well, hello to you, too," she says. "I have rehearsals all day today, so I got an early start. Why are you awake?"
"I'm staring at my waking nightmare."
"Oh, God, are you having another spiral?"
"I'm a hack."
"You're an artist."
"I got rejected again this weekend," you say as if to prove your point, and she sucks her teeth. "They said my art didn't fit their vision for their exhibition, but to feel free and submit another time."
"Well, they must not know great art when they see it. There will be another exhibition and another chance for you to show off your amazing skills. And when you get accepted, which I know you will, I'll fly in, and we'll drink fancy champagne and talk shit the entire opening night." She says, and you sigh. Her persistent optimism is one of the things you love about her, but sometimes, all you want to do is sulk.
"Or I could fly to you when your first composition gets performed, and we could do all those things in Austria instead of this shithole."
"Hey, some of us like that shithole."
"Some of us haven't lived in the shithole in ten years."
"Touche," she concedes. "But I'm serious about what I said. You're a good artist, just going through a little bump in the road. One day, we'll be really sexy and successful, and we'll look back at this and laugh with our rich spouses while drinking expensive wine."
"One day," you say, smiling. "How are rehearsals going?" She groans at the question, and you laugh. Whenever you talk to her, she's working on a new show or with a new conductor and always has something to say. There are many things you could call your best friend, but lazy is not one of them.
"I feel like we're stuck on this one part, but the conductor won't listen to me. He says he knows better than I do, which might be true, but also, if he just listened to me, then we can move on. I don't know. I'm sure if I poke him enough, he'll have to listen to me."
"Sounds reasonable."
"That's what I'm saying," she says as she shuffles her coffee mug and breakfast to her dining room table before checking the time. "It's midnight there. Don't you have school tomorrow?" She asks, and you sigh.
"And an early morning staff meeting and art club after school."
"Sometimes, I worry about your mental health." She says, and you laugh a little too deliriously to prove her wrong. You stay up talking with her for a while before finally getting hit with a wave of fatigue and crashing into bed.
The next day is not any less hectic than your weekend was. The staff meeting early in the morning is mind-numbing and completely unnecessary. The printer in the teacher's lounge breaks halfway through a heavy-duty print job, and you're left scrambling for new activities and lessons. Not only that, but your students were more out of control than usual, prompting a veteran teacher to come in and scold your class on your behalf. It would be kind if it didn't make you feel two inches tall and your students didn't look at you like you betrayed them. You spend your planning period indulging in the silence of your empty classroom and fighting off a migraine.
The second the final bell sounds, your art club kids are knocking down your door, more than ready to work on their projects for the winter showcase. The winter showcase is hosted by a local art gallery that opens for submissions from students every fall. If a student's work is taken, it gets shown in the gallery, and they get entered into a prize to win money and a chance to paint a mural downtown. It's a big deal. So far, you haven't had a student win first place, but you've had them get very close. You always assure them you're proud of them no matter what, which is especially true when Ellie slinks into your classroom with a shy smile.
"Hey! We're just setting up supplies to work on stuff for the showcase. Do you have something to work on?" You ask, gesturing to the students working around the room in a buzz.
"I think so. Are you gonna play music?"
"Who do you think I am?" You make a face, and she laughs. "Why don't you find a spot and get comfortable while I queue up a playlist?" She hesitates for a second before she takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to approach another student to ask if she can sit with them. They start chatting easily, and her shoulders relax as she gets more and more comfortable with all the new people. You put on a random playlist and move around the room to answer any questions about colors or give an opinion when asked for one. Over the course of an hour, Ellie makes her own little group of friends, and they all talk as if they've known each other forever as they work. She seems so in her own element, and you can't fight the pride beaming in your chest. Okay, so maybe your job can be pretty cool sometimes. Not fame and fortune cool or traveling overseas cool, but cool nevertheless.
Students gradually start packing up their things and leaving when they get texts from impatient parents in the parking lot or close to dinner time, but Ellie stays behind, bobbing her head to a beat or bouncing her knee under the table. She's the only one left in the classroom when you start packing your stuff and preparing the room for the next day. "You've got a ride home, honey?" You ask, and she glances nervously between you and her phone.
"Yeah. My dad should be here soon." She says.
"Alright, well, I've gotta lock up here, but I'll wait outside with you until he gets here."
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"It'd make me feel better knowing you weren't left behind. Plus, I'm the adult responsible for you until he picks you up, so it's kinda illegal for me to just leave you here." You say, and she looks hesitant again but nods. Together, you walk out of the classroom and through the empty hallways until you get out to the scorching September afternoon. You stand outside in silence for a few seconds, taking in the sunset, before you turn to look at her.
"How'd you like the club?" You ask.
"It was fun! I met lots of cool people."
"I told you, kid. You just needed to give it a chance."
"I know, I know," she rolls her eyes, and you smile. "Thank you for pushing me to go. I don't think I would've gone without you." She's so genuine and kind in her tone that it throws you off-kilter. You're used to being berated by students, staff, and parents. To be told you actually had an impact on someone is not commonplace, to say the least.
"I'm sure you would've found your way there without me."
"Maybe, but you helped me get there a lot sooner than I would've on my own." She says, and you take a deep breath. It feels nice to be acknowledged, especially after the day you've had, and Ellie seems to sense it. You're looking for something to say when she looks down at her shoes and kicks a stray rock. "Just take the compliment and move on. Don't make it a thing."
"Alright." You say, laughing, and she cracks a smile, too. Traffic will be horrible on the way home, and you have nothing to eat for dinner, but it's okay. You did one good thing today. That's all you need.
"Sorry, my dad is taking so long." She changes the subject, a touch of anxiety creeping in, and you shake your head.
"Does he always work late?" You ask, and she shrugs.
"Sometimes. Dad and Uncle Tommy have been picking up jobs to send money to my sister in Boston. "
"What's in Boston for your sister?"
"Medical school. She's about to go into her internship at a hospital there."
"That's a big deal." You say, and she hums.
"Yeah. She'll probably save the world or something one day." There's a hint of something nostalgic in her voice, and you decide to push just a little.
"Do you miss her?"
"A lot," she says. "She's my best friend."
"She's lucky to have you." You say. She smiles but doesn't say anything. You want to ask more about her family, but a rickety, greenish pickup truck comes rumbling through the parking lot before you can. Ellie shifts her backpack on her shoulder as her dad and uncle come into view, and you smile at them. Joel, however, looks frantic.
He's unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the driver's side door before the car can even finish moving. There's dirt on his pants and a little bit of a sunburn across his arms, the muscles straining across the black fabric. He politely pulls the ball cap off his head to reveal sweaty curls as he approaches you, jerking his head toward the truck at Ellie. "Why don't you wait in the truck with Uncle Tommy? He's got a snack for you." He says, and Ellie lights up at the mention of food. When you're alone, he tucks his hands in his pockets and gives you an apologetic look.
"'M so sorry. We got caught up at work and lost track of time. It won't happen again." He says, wringing his hands like he's waiting to be scolded, but you wave him off.
"It's okay. Things happen, and I'm just glad she's got someone picking her up." You say.
"How'd she do today?"
"Really good. I think she fits right in."
"She make some friends?"
"I can't give away all my secrets. What else are y'all gonna talk about at the dinner table?" You tease.
"I guess that's right," he says as he stares at you, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "Thanks for waitin' with her."
"It was my pleasure." You say. You stand awkwardly for a few seconds, rocking back and forth on your feet. His eyes are locked in yours, and there's a silent competition to see who's gonna blink first. "Well, I should let you get home. Have a good night."
"Uh," he starts, stopping you before you can even fully take a step. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't make me uncomfortable," you say a little too quickly, and he smirks. "I was very flattered. Besides, it's not the first time."
"Beautiful woman like you, I'm sure you've got 'em linin' the block for a chance with you." He says. You're dancing a delicate dance here. You're not not flirting, and you're not not interested in him, but if your principal finds out, it could cause a whole new world of problems. Still, it's nice to be wanted after so long of being on your own. You're not a saint, but you're also not doing anything inherently wrong, right?
"The teacher thing usually freaks 'em out before they can get very far."
"That's a damn shame." He's quick with it, and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at the line. A buzz in your bag reminds you of the time and why you're still at school, and you find your footing again.
"Uh, I usually give out my contact information to the parents of my art club kids in case they need anything or need to contact me quickly. Since Ellie's an official part of that, I figured I should give you my phone number in case anything comes up. If that's alright?" You say, and he pulls his cracked phone from his back pocket.
"Yeah, yeah. That's more than alright." He says, handing it to you to punch in your information.
"It's for emergency purposes only."
"What d'you consider an emergency?"
"Mr. Miller-"
"Joel." He corrects, and you give him a look as you pass his phone back.
"Don't abuse it. I'd hate to have to put you in a group chat with all the PTA moms."
"You're evil." He groans, and you laugh. Tommy, leaning over and honking the truck horn, interrupts your conversation, and he shoots daggers through the back window.
"I'll see you next week, Joel." You say, dismissing him, and he hesitates for another second before nodding.
"See you next week." He says and turns on his heels to get back in his truck. You think you vaguely catch Joel scolding Tommy for being impatient, but you ignore his deep voice and the engine sputtering as you walk to your own car with a little more pep in your step than this morning.
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Music of the Heart [Jeong Yunho] - Masterlist
By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)
Fic type: social media au / traditional
Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader
Genre: music industry setting, musician/producer, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, running from the past
Warnings: overbearing parents, verbal abuse, sexual harassment
Status: Currently updating
Updates: Thursdays and Fridays at 12pm EST
Synchronously posted with Online/Offline (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)
[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]
SYNOPSIS:
T/n has always loved music, though her experience of it wasn’t always the greatest. Forced by her parents to learn the violin - almost purely to climb the socio-economic ladder - she’s since forged her own path. She auditions at Wonderland Entertainment and becomes one of their studio musicians, but how will she deal with seeing her ex-best friend who also happens to be contracted under the company?
Also, how does t/n’s existence connect to y/n, someone she’s never met?
🎵 main cast
Chapters:
🎵 Prologue | a long time ago… in a town far, far away…
🎵 one | “local celebrity”
🎵 two | mahler
🎵 three | emperor nero
🎵 four | come meet the kids
🎵 five | duck and cover
🎵 six | his feefees were a little hurt
🎵 seven | homework
🎵 eight | give her my number
🎵 nine | canard et couverture parte deux
🎵 ten | a date?
🎵 eleven | the fight scene at the end of the count of monte cristo
🎵 twelve | we never talk
🎵 thirteen | youtube recommendations
🎵 fourteen | calendar man
🎵 fifteen | a ✨godsend✨
🎵 sixteen | no ducking nor covering
🎵 seventeen | he’s got pipes
🎵 eighteen | thinking about hats
🎵 nineteen | it is still apples
🎵 twenty | i know exactly who you are
🎵 twenty-one | busking
🎵 twenty-two | he got an audition or something
🎵 twenty-three | best friend
🎵 twenty-four | garage band
🎵 twenty-five | it’ll be worth it
🎵 twenty-six | more like “drone strike parenting”
🎵 twenty-seven | interrogation
🎵 twenty-eight | it’s over
🎵 twenty-nine | more like constipated
🎵 thirty | maybe
🎵 thirty-one | JUPiTER
🎵 thirty-two | no horses in space
🎵 thirty-three | Crom3r
🎵 thirty-four | punk rock
🎵 thirty-five | what a feeling
🎵 thirty-six | do we need a hot air balloon?
🎵 thirty-seven | gotta let the fans know
🎵 thirty-eight | i’ll bring the wine
🎵 thirty-nine | girl’s night
🎵 forty | that’s a no on the hot air balloon
🎵 forty-one | new kids
🎵 forty-two | splash fight
🎵 forty-three | a recluse and a traitor
🎵 forty-four | merch drop
🎵 forty-five | lol i’m screencapping
🎵 forty-six | do you know how to do cubes?
🎵 forty-seven | surprise modu girip baksu
🎵 forty-eight | sometimes the kickball inspires music
🎵 forty-nine | but what can you do
🎵 fifty | no need for sunglasses
🎵 fifty-one | need for sunglasses
🎵 fifty-two | D-Day
🎵 fifty-three | best friends forever
🎵 fifty-four | mission update
🎵 fifty-five | miss me?
🎵 fifty-six | that was really weird and I hated it
🎵 fifty-seven | good point
🎵 fifty-eight | the great outdoors
🎵 fifty-nine | please don’t use memes of yourself
🎵 sixty | ballad mashup with choi jongho!
🎵 sixty-one | scandal??
🎵 sixty-two | two giants
🎵 sixty-three | you really *are* a capitalist
🎵 sixty-four | benevolence and beef
🎵 sixty-five | lyrical content
🎵 sixty-six | principles
🎵 sixty-seven | well?
🎵 sixty-eight | can’t sleep
🎵 sixty-nine | what’d you say?
🎵 seventy | looking for an Ans:wer
🎵 seventy-one | whirlwind
🎵 seventy-two | she’s a me
🎵 seventy-three | solving problems
🎵 seventy-four | the great (less confined) indoors
🎵 seventy-five | pedagogy
🎵 seventy-six | going for a walk
🎵 seventy-seven* | WHAT?
🎵 seventy-eight | misc
🎵 seventy-nine | where the hell are you
🎵 eighty | chauffeur
🎵 eighty-one | public breakup
🎵 eighty-two | somewhere nice
🎵 eighty-three | the start of an apology
🎵 eighty-four | meeting ONiiX
🎵 eighty-five | sting operation
🎵 eighty-six | hack behavior
🎵 eighty-seven | doubleho7 reporting in
🎵 eighty-eight | being kind is punk
🎵 eighty-nine | listening to it for the background noise
🎵 ninety | Devious Deviants Devianting Deviously
🎵 ninety-one | it’s not gossiping, it’s ✨helping✨
🎵 ninety-two | lessons and small dogs
🎵 ninety-three | *distressed memeing*
🎵 ninety-four | fifteen minutes late with no starbucks
🎵 ninety-five | Game Day!
🎵 ninety-six | it’s a metaphor
🎵 ninety-seven* | suspicious group chat
🎵 ninety-eight* | more boba, less ice
🎵 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (1/3)
🎵 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (2/3)
🎵 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (3/3)
🎵 one hundred* | an even more suspicious group chat
🎵 one hundred and one* | we’re both here now
🎵 one hundred and two | time off
🎵 one hundred and three | what’s it like having normal parents?
🎵 one hundred and four | kiddo
🎵 one hundred and five | cake and conversation
🎵 one hundred and six | confessions
🎵 one hundred and seven | the biggest idiot
🎵 one hundred and eight | ego death
🎵 one hundred and nine | what are you feeling?
🎵 one hundred and ten | take your time/get your shit together
🎵 one hundred and eleven* | pocket square
🎵 one hundred and twelve* | +2000% to self-respect
🎵 one hundred and thirteen | stupid teenaged yunho
🎵 one hundred and fourteen* | like a thunder
🎵 one hundred and fifteen* | apologies
🎵 one hundred and sixteen | *nods*
🎵 one hundred and seventeen* | true singularity
Epilogue 1
Epilogue 2
Epilogue 3
Epilogue 4
Epilogue 5
Epilogue 6
Epilogue 7
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🎵🎵 [MAIN MASTERLIST] 🎵🎵
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parts of the npmd soundtrack that scratch my brain perfectly (act one)
this soundtrack is so good. this is a long post so its all under the cut Part two coming soon. also i alternate between chara names and actor names idk why i do that. i hope this is even slightly comprehensible
HIGH SCHOOL IS KILLING ME
the little grace note in the piano bit in the last line of the piano melody before richie starts singing in (i hope this makes Sense)
jon's voice for real . just through this whole show
"a thread" and "i'm scared" happening at the same time
the violins(??) coming in when ruth starts singing
richie and ruth's harmonies during "the weight has got me sweating" bit
the "and i can survive it for only so long" harmonies
steph's "shit"
the way steph says "couldn't fuckin' study"
FOR THE CLASS OF TWENTY TWENTY WURN
agh Agh AGH!
the whispered "i'm so fuckin' dead"s underneath steph and pete's dialogue
steph and pete's repeated "my melody"s
the howling
the second delayed vocal line underneath the last bit of the last chorus
LITERAL MONSTER
the "HUH" at the start
the guitar riff motif
the little guitar squeal right before pete starts singing
the way pete says locker
richie's little riff on "seduce her"
the chorus harmonies
everyone knows how he BANGS!
the "and we pray and we pray harmonies"
you better you better!
kims voice in the he roars part <3
the harmonies in this song in general
will branners voice in this song SO GOOD
the "HUH HUH"s behind max's i roar bit
max's "don't need no one to tell me" verse UGH so good
NO ONE'S GONNA STOP ME!
max's harmonies on kind, size and rise
I WILL CLAIM WHAT IS MINE!
COOL AS I THINK I AM
the piano motif Can you tell i love motifs
i bet this song'll suck!
oo woah oo woah oh Oh
when the violins come in especially their little BA DA DUMS after "princess leia told me"
what if i were King of the hill!
the drums kicking in after the one oowoahoowoahoh oh
ensemble coming in
the little growl on the second "i'm as cool as she thinks i am"
THEN AGAIN I'M DERANGED
she's the brawn i'm the brains!
the electric guitar kicking in
IF I CAN FINALLY BE COOL I WILL KNOW THAT I'M NOT A LOSER
I'M THE RULER!!!!!!
DIRTY GIRL
the synth and drums
the way max says behave and be-betray me
baaaabe I'mma love ya all night lOOOooooong
THE LIKE MORE SYNTH KICKING IN HALFWAY THROUGH THE FIRST CHORUS UGH SO GOOD
the way grace says classroom
you want me cant be skipping skewl!
grace's "be-behayveee" UGH <3
THE GROWL ON "on your knees pray along"
the chorus harmonies <3
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU!
the bridge harmonies
AA AAAGH!!
i'm a i'm a i'm a good girl!
WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!!!!
I WONT CAAARE ABOUT YOU!
BULLY THE BULLY
the snaps coming in
we'll make him shit his pants!
the riff on that line ^^
the jager-man??????
what's our budget?
the growl on "he's just a nerd in disguise"
stephie gonna lure him in with her charm
yeah?
JAGER GONNA JAGER OUT!
chorus harmonies!
standing for the nerdy the prudy!
WE'RE GONNA CUT OFF HIS NIPS!
AAAAHAaaAaaahh
the guitar bits in the back
we're gonna keep the beans cool! that whole sequence
BEAN SCHOOL? EXCELLENT!
THESE CHORUS HARMONIES ESP STEPHS
pete's and our problem's solved
richie's and the school can evolve
AND THE SCHOOL CAAAAN EVOLVE!!!
ugh jon and joey sound so good on the "we're gonna get the jock pleading"
the last guitar note
BURY THE BULLY
oh god she's snapping again...
this is a lot!!!
the whole hack all his limbs off bit
YOU WANT ME TO FILM THIS?
tape him up after dousing with bleach!
the chorus harmonies. every bit of these choruses i cant even isolate its everything
steph's little "bury bully line up stories NEVER HAUNT ME!"
i just cut off his nips
GRACE TELLING RUTH TO GIVE HER MAX'S NIPS
GO GO NIGHTHAWKS
the way ruth says shiny
IT'S LIKE THE START OF A NEW YEAR!
jon's higher range <3
jon's harmony on "and now i don't eat all by myself"
the trumpets behind the chorus
all the squawks
the HUH after who knew footballs a team game
corey's voice sounds so good on the "or hit u with a saturated towel"
the no more bully ball harmonies
the HUH! after no more bully ball
We're all givin the butt slaps YEAH HEAH!
the way jason sings cause we care <3
AND NOW I CAN PEE ALL BY MYSELF!!!!
the overlapping vocals coming together for "in hatchetfield high school"
N! I! G! H! T! AWK AWK! KSSSS!
NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY!
FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED YOURE FUCKIN LOSERS AND WE'LL KILL YOU (KILL YOUR ASS)
fuuuuck you cliiivesdale gooo get fuuucked
the watch us fly harmonies
NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY! AWK AWK!
NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE (my fave song in the soundtrack be warned)
the "watch these nerds run for their lives" guitar riff before max sings
will branners voice augh
the little synthy ba duh duh duhs in the back
the BAMS! after every line in verses
the way max says "hallway safe" and "break you"
ugh the guitar kicking in and the double BUM BUM for the second verse
YA BITCH!
WOAH UH OAHHH
SHOULDA JOINED THE SMOKE CLUB YA NERDY PRUDE
the whole chorus
the watch those nerds run for their lives melody Ugh loved it in axe man loved it here
YOU PUSHED ME OFF THE EEEDGE
the way he says crusade
and youre too weak to be enSLAAAAVED
the drums AUAUDUAAUAU
CLEANSING OF YOUR KIND!!!!
the way he says anti socialites
the entire repeat after me bit. its actually incredible i cant just isolate one part of it its so good
the ensemble kicking in
IIIIM NOT A LOOOSERRRR
But you have lost. Everything.
THE HATCHET TOWN MOTIF
UGH I LOVE THIS SONG. THE NMT MOTIF
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The thing about Tim Drake is that you can write any niche skill you need to him because he was an unsupervised genius child with access to a limitless credit card, devoid of any sense of self preservation. Odds are, if you need any character to have a Skill™️, Tim can have it, either because his parents wanted him to learn it, or he just…decided he needed that skill and took it upon himself to learn it.
You want Tim to play violin? Now Janet loved violin so he learned it to gain her approval. To do ballet? Yeah, he thought it would be a useful disciple for chasing bats, same with gymnastics. Expert fencer? He convinced his parents to get him a tutor. Learned a niche language or two or several? He was a bored genius child who hacked into college level classes, now he speaks Polish, and Tagalong, and Farsi and-, Need someone to translate ancient runes or dead languages? He just wanted his parents attention? Learned ancient magic? It was an accidental skill picked up from learning about his parents favorite artifacts in a bid to try to get them to take him with them on a dig. Classic car restoration? Well, Jack wanted him to have a “manly” hobby. Street racing? Well, he wasn’t going to NOT modify the vehicles his a parents bought in an attempt to show love through gifts. Lock picking? He wanted to be just like Robin. Forensic science? Duh, he’s a super fan of the world’s greatest detective. Field medicine? Well, he can’t go to an actual doctor with the scrapes and injuries he gets while trailing the dynamic duo. Ornithology? He had to pretend he meant he was really into robins, the bird, one time to avoid explaining that he meant he actually knew Robin’s patterns and schedule and not the regular bird, and decided he had to commit to the bit until realizing he actually did have an interest in birds. Tarot? Fortunetelling? Just another way to use his stalking tendencies to keep the social elite on their toes.
Like, maybe not all at once but whatever your thing is, that can also be Tim’s thing, with literally no effort needed to justify it. Barely even an AU. Tim is whatever you want him to be
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I can't take the violin parts seriously because someone is experiencing the worst day of their life and I just take a violin out and proceed to make godawful noise that sounds like a stuttering cat hacking up a harmonica
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Flower Shop.
Printer issues, Lunch date, ur here, The Stranger- pt2, Pt.3, pt.4, next part?
Sasha normally spent her off days at home. Every once in a while she’d yield to Tim’s attempts at getting her a date at some bar but she mostly just went with him since he was a movie’s worth of entertainment and kept her laughing. She wasn’t impartial to him coaxing her out of her apartment but she also appreciated the simplicity of sitting on the couch and reading a good book. This saturday hadn’t been one of those days.
Sasha had woken up and noted that she lacked any ingredients for breakfast, she was out of her usual produce options, her stash of tea was empty and she was out of cat food. She sighed and prepared for a chore day.
The morning air was brisk and the breeze cut through her core as she made her way through the farmers market. She picked out fresh tomatoes, some home grown spices, a wicked looking necklace that the seller claimed was made out of seashells and a fresh loaf of sourdough bread. After nearly dropping the bag and spilling all of the continents she managed to secure it over her shoulder and she walked to the convenience store just down the street.
There, she bought milk and eggs as well as sweetener. Sasha stared at the isles in contemplation, wishing she had just made a list, before giving up and paying for the three items. If she was quick she could at least make it home to turn on the tv and watch her favorite show.
It wasn’t long after putting away her groceries when she got a message from Jon. Something about a statement that he was following up and locations and hacking. Sasha stifled a groan as she begrudgingly agreed to meet him out on the corner of Jamesnrowe. Once met up with Jon Sasha followed him to what was supposed to be a women’s house who gave a statement about Jane Prentiss. Jon had apologized and informed her that Martin wouldn’t answer his phone and Tim had yelled at him to take the weekend. Sasha sarcastically thanked Jon for remembering she was also in his contact list.
The actual house was obviously abandoned, and when she tried to use her phone to look up information about the house all she got was decommissioned, infestation, and uninhabitable. She had the slight awareness that this might have been a trap of some sort. But nothing came out to greet them and when Jon convinced her to follow him into a slightly open window there was nothing waiting for them inside. Thankfully. If Jon had gotten her killed on a weekend she’d be very angry. It ended up being a wasted four hours and Sasha had been sure that the only way to get Jon out of the building would have been at gunpoint, but finally he relented. It wasn’t all bad, on the walk to the bus stop she managed to get a small laugh out of her boss. It was nice to see him off of his usual edge since he was out of that damned building. That institute was surely a cancer and she wasn’t all too pleased to watch it kill Jon slowly.
She got off of the bus at Baker street, a pleasant street not too far from anything and having a pleasant array of shops and scenery to keep a small crowd entertained. By now it was close to sunset and the light breeze drilled the cold air into her skin. Usually she only traveled this street in the daytime, when all the shops were open and the sunlight was kind. Even so, it held a nice atmosphere, fairy lights had been strung up in the rows of trees and a small street performer was playing gentle violin music somewhere nearby. She got in line to a food cart, something hot was sure to help her right now. Sasha watched the people walking the street. A man and a woman sat laughing, their faces illuminated by the streetlight and a cornershop promising baked goods. An old couple, well into their marriage by the way the woman held the man’s arm and walked with a gentle sway, seemed to be headed in a needless direction. Simply enjoying the sights as they came. Sasha watched as across the street a woman walked a large German Shepherd out in front of the flower shop. She stopped to light a cigarette and the dog barked at a tall fellow with long blond hair who was looking over the flowers. He was bathed in a green light coming from inside the shop and it illuminated the patterns on his coat.
Sasha blinked. Was that- she looked closer, noting the spotted scarf blowing in the breeze and the lines, shapes, and patterns in his multicolored coat. Micheal was looking at flowers. His hair stretched and curled around him, the edges blurring with the air around him, seemingly fading out and then back in. Sasha vaguely remembered him holding flowers the first time they spoke.
She glanced back at the inevitably long wait ahead and instead popped out of line and quickly crossed the street.
It only occurred to her mildly that he might not want company, and the thought caused her to slow down to a lazy walk as she approached the flower shop. The closer she got the clearer she could see the flowers he was examining. They were lilies, although she wasn’t the best at differentiating flowers but her mother had a patch of lilies in her garden when she was younger. He was tracing his thumb against the petal and she watched the flower stretch and grow to reach him. They were a brilliant orange that turned deep pink the further out they went. Some of the other petals seemed to have been tampered with as well, left amalgamated together and swimming with spots that seemed to move slightly. The flowers to the left of them had also been blurred together like a static image. Melting into each other and creating new colors Sasha was sure didn’t exist. They were gorgeous, and she found herself easily distracted by the moving patterns and colors in front of her to the point she hadn’t noticed when he moved, she noticed when he spoke though.
“Hello.” He said simply, still looking at the blooming patterns spreading over the petals.
When she turned to face him, she swore he looked sad. Like some tragedy had just played out and the only correct response was to cry.
“Hey.” She wasn’t sure what to say.
He gestured to the bundle of distorted flowers. “You see just another monster breaking yet another beautiful thing?”
Her eyes shot up at his words. Searching in his spiralling eyes for any glimmer of what laid beneath. “No.” She looked back at the flowers, a different type, she assumed daisies, had bled into the lilies, the petals turning white on the edges and spiralling inwards. “You haven’t broken anything.” To punctuate her point, Sasha carefully picked up the bundle of flowers and took them and him into the shop over to the cashier. She ignored the look of horror on the girl’s face and paid for the flowers, leading Micheal back outside before holding them out to him, daring to smile. “Just because something changes, doesn’t make it broken.”
Micheal stared at the bundle being held out to him for a moment before the slight look of surprise melted and he let out a laugh that ricocheted off of the surrounding shops. His laughter landed softly as a sigh as he took the flowers, Sasha noticing the tears in his eyes. They disappeared when she blinked.
He followed her through the chilly night air towards a hot chocolate cart.
“I do not like the cold.” Micheal said after a moment.
“Why not?”
The sadness was in his eyes again, in his smile. “It is unkind.”
“Oh?”
He nodded towards the flowers. “It takes the innocent things.”
Sasha considered the flowers he was holding. “It didn’t take those.” She smiled and he smiled back.
She ordered a cup of hot chocolate and wrapped her hands around the mug, the warmth highlighting the cold around her and causing her to shudder slightly. She wasn't nearly as well dressed for the occasion as Micheal was.
“Sasha?”
“Yes Micheal?”
“You are cold.”
“Ah,” She shrugged, “I’m alright, just a little-”
“Here.” In one fluid motion that she was sure shouldn’t be possible Micheal unwrapped his scarf and rewrapped it around her neck. Giggling to himself when it covered over her nose and using a single long finger to pull the fabric down below her chin. He tipped his head and moved the remainder of the scarf to sit over her shoulder, his eyes glazed over when he smiled, satisfied. “There.”
She moved her hands up to her neck. Feeling the soft fabric of the scarf. It didn’t look like a singular texture, more like something someone stitched together crudely, but it was as soft as cotton and warm. It reminded her of something homemade and loved. It tingled slightly against her skin, as if it was an extension of Micheal’s form. She chuckled and looked back up at him. “Thank you.”
They continued on. Sasha wasn’t entirely sure where they were going, she, wrapped snugly in a scarf that wasn’t hers and holding a hot cup of chocolate between her fingers and Micheal, wearing a symphony of colors on his coat and distorted flowers held prettily in his hands. Sasha was sure they were prettier than before. The silence buzzed loosely around them as they passed other people making their way in and out of shops. The music from the violinist echoed in her ears as they passed by. It was nice. His arm brushed against hers and it just made her smile a little wider, not missing the small giggle that echoed close and yet somewhere far away.
Eventually they made their way to the bus stop where a bus had just pulled in. Sasha watched as a few people got off. She turned to Micheal and smiled, sitting down her half empty mug.
“Here.” She carefully removed the scarf and he leaned down slightly to allow her to drape it loosely over his shoulders. “Thank you again.” She noted that his smile was no longer sad.
Micheal hummed and pulled out a singular flower from the mess and held it out to her. His words were shy as he repeated what she said earlier. “Not everything that changes is broken.”
She took the flower and spun it lightly between her index finger and thumb. “And sometimes, the innocent things outlast the cold.”
“Sometimes.” Micheal echoed, and she got onto the bus.
#hot DANG did this come out tasty#kitsunesakii#not dead yet#WRITING#ALL THE WRITING#TAKE IT#sasha james#micheal from tma#micheal the distortion#micheal shelley#tma#the magnus archives#guys this was absolutely so fun to write#i was SOBBING#someone hug this depressed flicker of a man#it starts with circles#or tears apparently#and ive got this dramatic music playing as well to add to the hype#sasha deserves to be protected#writing the fanfiction i wish to see in the world#in the form of very small itty bitty snippets
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sim requests for @opalias !
meet the clarke family
louis clarke:
age - 20 traits - perfectionist, ambitious, loyal aspiration - academic occupation - student & barista background - louis grew up as a child genius. he was the son of two professors and excelled in all of his studies due to his parents continuous support with his school work (although he didn't need their help most of the time). louis doesn't have many friends as he comes across as quite snobby and mean, but he's actually a total sweetheart. he treasures his close friends! although louis is incredibly smart, there is one thing he doesn't know: what he wants to do with his life. he has many niche hobbies like photography, skiing, the violin and programming, but non pique his interest enough to pursue them as a career. it's time for him to enrol in university and begin his young adulthood! louis has decided to study *redacted* at university, and will work part time at the local bookstore come cafe, where he has a serious crush on the manager!
beatrice clarke
age - 49 traits - perfectionist, genius, outgoing aspiration - friend of the world occupation - retired (psychiatrist, psychology professor) background - growing up in a wealthy family, beatrice was given an edge over her fellow students in reaching her goals: money. she wasn't happy about the influence her family held over the town and so left them and never looked back at 18. she excelled in university and got her dream job of being a psychologist. however after 10 years in the field, she decided to change her field of work and become a professor of the subject to help teach sims in university. this is where she met her husband georgio, where they fell madly in love and married only 5 months after meeting. in her spare time, beatrice loves to throw parties for her friends.
georgio clarke
age - 51 traits - geek, loner, family oriented aspiration - super parent occupation - programming professor background - georgio's family were initially from sulani, but he moved to san myshuno to study and become a professor of programming. after not being interested in meeting any women and pursing a relationship for the first 25 years of his life, he finally met beatrice when she started working at the same university that he did. he worships her and the ground she walks on, and loves his little son so so much. although georgio prefers his own company, and because of beatrice's background, they aren't short on money, he continues to work as he enjoys teaching the students. in his spare time, georgio might hack into some government files and snoop around, but you didn't hear that from me
bean
age - 4 breed - labrador traits - smart, loyal, friendly background - bean was put up for adoption at 6 months old after her owner realised why it was so hard to train her: she is a deaf blind dog! at age 16, louis saw her on simstagram, and being the ambitious young boy he was, begged his parents to let him have her and to learn with her and train her for small competitions. he wanted to show the world that just because she had some disabilities, it wouldn't stop her from doing anything that other dogs could do too!
this request is public, so everyone can download them...
here (simfileshare / no adfly)
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Want to learn something new
Want to learn something new in 2022??
Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)
40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)
Excellent basic crochet video series
Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)
Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)
How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)
Another drawing character faces video
Literally my favorite art pose hack
Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??
Introduction to flying small aircrafts
French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding
Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)
Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)
Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)
Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:
Calculus 1 (full semester class)
Learn basic statistics (free textbook)
Introduction to college physics (free textbook)
Introduction to accounting (free textbook)
Learn a language:
Ancient Greek
Latin
Spanish
German
Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)
French
Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)
Jan 2, 2023
Want to learn something new in 2023??
Cooking with flavor bootcamp (used what I learned in this a LOT this year)
Beekeeping 101
Learn Interior Design from the British Academy of Interior Design (free to audit course - just choose the free option when you register)
Video on learning to read music that actually helped me??
How to use and sew with a sewing machine
How to ride a bike (listen. some of us never learned, and that's okay.)
How to cornrow-braid hair (I have it on good authority that this video is a godsend for doing your baby niece's black hair)
Making mead at home (I actually did this last summer and it was SO good)
How to garden
Basics of snowboarding (proceed with caution)
How to draw for people who (think they) suck at art (I know this website looks like a 2003 monstrosity, but the tutorials are excellent)
Pixel art for beginners so you can make the next great indie game
Go (back) to school
Introduction to Astronomy (high school course - free textbook w/ practice problems)
Principals of Economics (high school course - free textbook w/ practice problems)
Introduction to philosophy (free college course)
Computer science basics (full-semester Harvard course free online)
Learn a language
Japanese for Dummies (link fix from 2022)
Ukrainian
Portuguese (Brazil)
American Sign Language (as somebody who works with Deaf people professionally, I also strongly advise you to read up on Deaf/HoH culture and history!)
Chinese (Mandarin, Simplified)
Quenya (LOTR fantasy elf language)
Dec 26, 2023
Want to learn something new in 2024??
Beginner-oriented video on how to sail
This guy has so many videos on baking different types of bread. SO very many.
Coding in Python - one of the most flexible and adaptable high-level programming languages out there - explained through projects making video games
Learn to swim! (for adult learners. I don’t care if you live in Kansas or Mali or wherever. LEARN TO SWIM.)
Learn how quantum mechanics works. Then read some more about it
[Learn about quantum mechanics again, but in a more advanced engineering/mathematics class. Then read more about the math and physics of it]
Poetry Handbook, by Mary Oliver
Something I learned this year: how to sew a quilt (Here’s a very easy beginning pattern that looks amazing and can be done with pre-cut fabric!)
How to hit the ball in softball
Tutorial video on what is under the hood of most (gas) cars + weird engine sounds and what they mean
Full beginner mechanics technical training, if you want to go more in depth
Playlist on how car engine physics work if you want to go ultra in depth
Lecture series on architecture design through study of buildings
How (American income) taxes & tax law work (choose “audit course” at checkout for free class)
Pickleball for beginners (so you can finally join your neighbor/friend/distant cousin who is always insisting you join their team)
+ Para-Pickleball for beginners (for mobility aid users!)
School is so much more fun when there’s no tests:
American Law - Contracts
Shakespeare’s Life and Plays
Fairy Tales: Meanings, Messages, and Morals
Modern Poetry
World History [Part 1, Part 2]
Learn a language:
Arabic + Resource Guide compiled from Reddit (includes info on different dialects)
Chinese (Cantonese) (audio)
Urdu (frequently recommended course on Reddit) + Resource Guide
Yucatec Maya
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ahajsksbywpqp sat guess who has 2 tests in the same week in the same class next week. Not very fun for me. anyway I was think abt Kafka (honestly when am I not is the real question). See if it wasn’t Kafka in ur au and I was r I would definitely turn her in for the money, but I unfortunately think I might like Kafka just like a little bit ig so I don’t think k would be able to do that .
Reread part 3 today is her fingers twitching bc she wants to shoot something or is it just bc Kafka and her fingers. Ok thats not what I meant but also…what I meant was that she works with her fingers a lot I wish she used them on me instrument, guns, etc. we still haven’t gotten an in game Kafka appearance w an actual violin, it probably won’t happen but I’m still holding out. And she’s the highest threat level possible for a criminal but she STILL commits petty theft. She is so I saw someone say that the stellaron hunters were all siblings, Kafka and blade are like the older siblings that have to drive/pay for everything, silver wolf is the gamer (so original) and firefly is the youngest. Wish they had more in game interactions, or like they had synergy, meta wise, since canonically they’re one of the most tight knit groups.
oh also your inbox must be full as fuck so it’s fine if you don’t reply to everything, esp bc you answer a lot of stuff, and even tho someone already said this ur rlly great to talk to ur thoughts are always more coherent than mine. And we all get to simp over hot fictional women together.
ngl I might start playing ptn, like I’ve been seeing screenshots and…wow, I don’t think I have enough storage tho. I think the two types of characters I usually like are tiny mentally ill ones and hot evil women, so…
im so sorry my messages are always so long btw, I keep rambling 😭
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aaaa study well and good luck for your tests!!! hope you get a good grade and if u dint i will hack i to your prof’s computer and change it for you
im with you entirely, if it was anyone else in that story i wouldve already called the cops LMFAOOO kafka gets privileges because shes hot and my fav unfortunately… for the finger thing, i think its just one of her quirks! in her idle she mimics playing the violin and like you said she has very dexterous hands (even mentions it in a voice line) so i think she’d absentmindedly move them around when her mind is elsewhere. this is the kind of overthinking i was talking about, when i map out a character in my head i think about the most irrelevant stuff that dont matter😭 but imo they add to her charm a little and make her a rounder character, idk. AND YES i love that her crimes go from suicide inducement to petty theft shes so ridiculous hfjfhdhfj that time in her character story where she just walked in a store and took clothes off the rack then left in front of everyone… shes funny as hell😭
i see the SH as family too! silver wolf and firefly are sisters to me, and both of them are def kafka’s little sisters. i think silver wolf is the youngest though, she even gives off sassy youngest child vibes. i wish they could work together too, having them all in one team would be so nice. but it’s also cool that each of them has a speciality, it makes sense for the work they do
my inbox is full i think i have around 70 asks rn…😭 but to be fair a lot of them are veryyy old i just havent gotten around to cleaning up my blog yet, i’ll do it at the same time i change my masterlist and actually make it pretty to look at. i usually try to click on notifs as soon as i see them but like i said, i just forget to type my answers </3
and omg. anon. if your type is mentally ill and hot evil women ptn is literally the game for you. there is an abundance of mentally ill women in there, trust me… like there’s every kind of character you could want in that game— you could give me a specific type and i could find you a character that matches it, you should definitely play. and if you do, do it before the second anniversary ends (starts around mid/late-october) bc trust me you are gonna be upset if you miss shalom :/
dont worry abt ramblingggg i love talking to u and answering every point it’s really nice!!
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my thoughts on humpty dumpty (as i'm watching it)
•i'm really loving sexual egg zach
• jess's reaction to Come Out of My Shell is genuinely my favorite thing ever her smile is adorable
• i wish off book had a violin
• it's really nice being able to see jess do her timid british boy voice on video, even though it was only for a moment
• jiavani is stunning and also i kind of want to be her version of mother goose. the voice is pretty gender
• zach and jess's reactions to being yelled at by mother good are perfect
•they really can't keep zach off the set pieces
• EARNEST YOUNG BOY JESS !!!!
•but it's cancl-E'd !!!
• jess as jack makes me so happy oh my god she's so proud of herself every time she comes up with a new meaning for jack
• DONT TALK ABOUT MY FRIEND THAT WAY
• "i want a rap dance in which my guards are executed!"
•zach could write hamilton but lin manuel miranda could never write Hack Hack Hack The Head Comes Off
• ashley ward is incredible
•"how will i know myself if i don't get out of this town" I NEED THIS ON SPOTIFY HOLY SHIT
•jess mckenna is the most beautiful human to exist on this planet and i am normal about her
•i'm furious at the amount of talent i'm witnessing right now. i'm so extremely jealous. this is making my parasocial relationship with zach and jess worse
•zach is a single mom who works too jobs
• i love that georgie porgy understands what consent is
• THE WICKED AH AHH AHH AHHHHOH MY GOD
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