#mozart writes sometimes

[megamozartx]

Sorry to interrupt and I know people didn't follow me to realize that I draw/create characters too.

But hey here's a quick doodle of character I made recently for an AU of MMX future where Capcom didn't forget humans are a thing.

I'm still developing the AU/story, but we've got some bullet points:

As a direct descendant of Cossack, robotics and respect for robots has always been the creed in her family.

Her great-great grandmother Kalinka unfortunately passed long before she was born but she always heard stories about what a great doctor she was inspired by her father. Oktava naturally wanted to be a great doctor too (but for robots).

She was injured in a Maverick attack at a young age but didn't let that color her opinions of Reploids.

Skull Man and Tundra Man are still present in this timeline and maintained by her--they've been guardians of the family for a long time. She may have gone exploring with them and found...other projects that needed fixing up and maintaining, but they're secret right now.

OVER-1, as a creation of her great-great-great grandfather comes in occasionally to check on her (though he leaves quickly as is the nature of his time traveling).

She doesn't really speak that much Russian fluently but she can read it and is teaching herself many different languages.

Actually now that I'm thinking of it her otaku-esque nature about robotics and tinkering is very reminiscent of Winry, huh. Happy October 3rd I guess!

She still gets pain occasionally from her old injuries, but she's a little too used to pushing that down and going on with her work (much to the chagrin of her robot guardians).

She's...proooobably late teens/early 20s? But assumed to be younger since she's short. It annoys her.

She works for the Maverick Hunters and helps out with a squadron that formed in response to a need for agents after a recent Maverick incident.

[bluberimufim]

Also applies to performing Mozart

listening to mozart is so crazy. you’ll be sitting there one moment and then Boom the entire universe makes sense and the renaissance of wonder is upon you

[11rosebunny]

Hello hello!

I hope you're doing good

First of all I really like your writing ❤️

I would like to make a request, for bofurin + shishitoren with a Musician (pianist) S/O

If it's not too much bother! Thank you ❤️‍🩹

Character with pianist!reader (BOFURIN + SHISHITOREN)

Haruka Sakura

The first time when you told him you liked to play the piano he was more than shocked. He's never come across anyone with a talent like that, so when he sees you play for the first time he thought you were a worldwide genius with the brains of space and time.

Eventually, he ended up finding interest in the way your hands create all sorts of movements, there's a slight feeling of amazement whenever he watches you play.

Sometimes, when he's feeling nice he'll join you to play with you and this is your chance to teach him about the many keys. He looked almost frightened for no reason in particular but he ended up becoming a fast learner and picked up playing a simple song of twinkle twinkle little star.

Hajime Umemiya

When he caught a glimpse of you playing for the first time, he had to double take at your figure sitting on the seat in front of a piano to make sure he was seeing things correctly. He doesn't think of it as he'd never expect someone like you to play something so sophisticated, it's more of how impressed he is that you were able to take on that type of hobby.

He's one of the cheeky people that ask you to play certain songs. It's annoying to you whenever randoms ask you to play random music and expect you to succeed right away even though you've never heard of the melody before, but the way Umemiya asks if you could play is said in a way where he encourages you to try it out.

There are a few moments where he feels like causing trouble and will purposely press one of the lowest keys while you're playing to see if it scares you. It never works and he always complains each time when he realizes he didn't get away with it.

"Awh, I really thought that would've gotten you!"

"Hajime, you've done that like 10 times already..."

Toma Hiragi

The sounds of beautiful music playing in his ears made him think about how he would have never been listening to this genre of music if it weren't for you.

His music taste falls into rock and so the loud boasting guitarist and drummers was his go to music, but when he learned that you enjoyed playing the piano, only then he thought about opening his music taste to other genres.

When it comes to you playing the piano in general, he feels bad about it but he likes to watch you play more than actually listen to whatever you're playing.

If you have practice sessions he likes to pick you up and ask you if you learned anything new today.

Taiga Tsugeura

One of the very few people that is actually surprised you play. Normally speaking, a guy who's hobbies are working out constantly and a girl who's laidback that plays the piano shocks many people at how different your personalities are. You still love him though.

He offers to sit beside you on the bench if you're playing for fun and tries to mimic the way you play. It never works though.

Mitsuki Kiryu

He laughed? Not in a bad way but he laughs when he's caught off guard.

He likes watching you play as well and listen to the music at the same time.

He sometimes uses you as a background music whenever he's chilling on his phone and waits for you to join him when you're done practicing.

Hayato Suo

He's intrigued.

Surprisingly, he doesn't know how to play the piano but he knows how to read the notes.

He likes to help you with reading them although he could never play them in his life. He almost acts like your piano instructor.

He can tell when a note is off and critiques you about it. He still encourages and helps you.

Whenever your playing, he likes to stand right beside you and wait till your finish, he sometimes gives you shoulder massages after you're done too!

Jo Togame

When he found out, he called you Mozart.

He still occasionally calls you that name for the hell of it but he's still genuinely impressed that you play.

He's a bit annoying but he'll try to mess you up by placing his hands on your shoulders while you play. You'll question him what he wants but he stands there silent and starts to sway you from side to side in hopes you mess up.

Other times, he falls asleep when you play in the same room as him. He didn't expect himself to actually knock out when he heard the music you played, so when he woke up to you sitting on the couch beside him on your phone, he asked you what happened.

Tomiyama Choji

Sits there and listens. When he heard that you played the piano, just like Sakura he also thought you were a worldwide genius that could solve the natures of earth.

Obviously he didn't actually think that but he stereotyped you as a smarty pants. You yelled at him for that.

Since then, he's learned to shut up and listen to when you play. It's a bit creepy though, only after you finish the last note he'll walk up to you and say you did amazing.

[igotanidea]

Jingle bells: Dick Grayson x reader

Christmas bingo: carol singing

A/N: Please forgive me if I;m out of practise in writing, had quite a long break XD

***

Y/N was walking around their shared apartment, shaking her phone furiously, muttering something under her nose, completely incoherently. And while Dick had no idea what got her panties in a twist, he knew that something did and he was about to find out in style.

“What did the poor device did to you honey?”

“mhmhmm”

“oh, that’s amazing, but if you decide to speak English, it will be infinitely easier for me to understand.”

“Stupid wrapped” she hissed, barely holding back from throwing her smartphone at the wall, probably only because it was relatively new and very expensive.

“Huh? What wrapped? Who’s wrapped? I know Christmas is coming but –“

“God, Dick, I swear you are so dense sometimes!”

“Excuse me?! I’m good -looking dense, you forgot the most important part of that!”

Y/N just rolled her eyes, still tapping her phone as if she was expecting it to start popping gifts left and right.

“spotify wrapped, you fool!”

“Oh! The music one!?”

“Yeah, my yearly psych evaluation.”

“So basically you just waiting for some app to show you your fav music? Isn’t that a little-“

“Richard Grayson, don’t you dare finish that sentence!”

“Hey, I’m just saying!” Dick raised his hands in the air In surrender “you’re the one who constantly criticize people who are dependent on technology and yet, now-“

“That’s it. I’m going to start dating Jason. He and I are way more compatible when it comes to music either way.”

“That’s not true! Did you know he got Zombie by The Cranberries as his first last year?!”

“You really have to stop abusing Tim’s hacking skills.” Y/N chuckled, knowing damn well how Dick got in possession of such information.

“He offered!”

“Mhm, sure. And what did you offered in exchange?”

Dick looked down, with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

“Busted, huh?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Nah, I’m having too much fun teasing you.”

“Teasing? Oh, honey, you think you are teasing me? While you wait for your whole-year-fav list, how about I get you in a Christmas mood and offer carol singing?”

“Carol singing? Since when do you sing at all?”

“With my angel voice it’s about time I start a successful career in the field.”

“You are insane”

“Insanely handsome?” he grinned

“No.” she deadpanned and his smile faltered for a moment, before coming back again, taking almost alarming form.

“Come on, grab your coat, we’re going carol singing.”

“What-?!”

***

She understood his plan only when he pulled the car in front of the Wayne Manor, got out of the Porche and retrieved a retro boombox set.

Too bad it was already late to stop him, though in her defense she tried.

“Dick, please tell me you are not going to-“

“JINGLE BELLS, BATMAN SMELLS!--”

“oh, dear lord…” she pulled her hat lower, covering her eyes and ears in a poor attempt to disappear

“ROBIN LAYS AN EGG!--”

“For the record, you were-“

“BATMOBILE LOST A WHEEEL—”

She groaned knowing what was coming next.

“AND JOKER GOT AWAY!”

At thins point nothing was more true for poor, half-sobbing, half-laughing Y/N when the so-called carol reached the line “where is he, I’ll murder him.” Regardless, before she could act on those deeply hidden desires, the doors to the manor opened and very angered Bruce looked at the two culprits, causing disturbances on his driveway in the middle of the night.

“I had nothing to do with it! It was all him!” She raised her hands in surrender

“Traitor!”

“Asshole!”

“Coward!”

“Child!”

“will you two stop?” Bruce muttered, his tone flat. “Damian has just discovered something called spotify wrapped and he’s been torturing me with Mozart’s requiem for the last half an hour. Apparently it’s his top1 whatever this means—”

“WHAT?! IT’S ON?! IT’S ON?! OUT OF MY WAY!”

In a blink of an eye, shoving past Bruce (and almost knocking him down) she rushed to the manor, throwing her hat, coat and scarf on the floor, retrieving her phone and calling Damian out so they could compare playlists.

Bruce and Dick just watched her with – respectively – unimpressed and amused face expressions.

“I think you should get her checked by a specialist.” Bruce muttered, as if it wasn’t Dick busting the offending Jingle Bells version a second ago.

“Yeah, what can I say, she’s a huge fan of the app.” Dick shrugged with a playful grin, knowing that this night would be very long torment for Bruce.

[awriterinthenight]

"It's ok love", Part 2-Anthony Lockwood

requested: anonymous

words: 3255

warnings: reader's family being horrible, people judging her job and body and how she isn't married, slight misogyny, swearing. (I had a lot of fun writing some of the family dynamic and making up reader's story about her family and I have so much more of her back story to reveal and I'm so excited. Also all of my stories are usually female reader unless otherwise stated, or sometimes no gender is mentioned if I can, but I just prefer to write it like that) thanks for reading, enjoy. Please enjoy, my laptop decided to combust twice while writing this and this took me like 2 hours.

summary: Anthony and reader have arrived at reader's family's place. Anthony is gone for his job and reader is stuck with her family. He comes back to her crying in her room after her family dinner.

The train ride from hell finally ended with Anthony waking me up, telling me we'd arrived at our stop. I got up groggily, reaching to grab my bag, but Anthony stopped me.

"I've got it love," he said, grabbing mine and his bags, carrying them off of the train.

I couldn't help but smile at his act of service. I'd known him long enough to know there was no stopping him when it came to him helping people. He loved it. Doing acts of service for people was his love language, so I never stopped him when he did stuff like this for me.

Leaving the train, we called a cab, and I gave them the address to my parents place. I was nervous the whole ride. Mostly because of how Anthony would react to seeing how rich my family truly was. I know it sounds dumb to be embarrassed by being rich, but it was more of the fact that people would judge me for it and the fact I chose to be an agent. Everyone would always say how dumb I was for running away from such a lavish life, and how becoming an agent, potentially almost dying everyday, instead of staying safe in my family's house and wealth, was such a stupid idea. It was even worse when they would add that I only did it because I was 'rebellious' or 'just a kid' who didn't know what they were doing.

But it's the exact opposite. I'd rather be using my talent for something good than wasting it away. Why sit around doing nothing my whole life, when I can go out and help people. It felt like what they probably told Maria Anna Mozart, when they told her to stop making music, and that she had to marry someone and give up on her dream, or telling Van Gogh to just sit in his depression rather than work his way out through art.

Then again, I was only one agent amongst thousands, but I still believed I could potentially make a difference. Part of the reason people would say stuff like that to me was mostly because I was a girl. I was the oldest too, so I was expected to marry rich, find a good husband, and continue the family legacy. Not, run away at 15 and join an agency, where I could potentially die. Which is also a bad thing according to my family, since because I was the oldest I was their heir, or something like that.

I was so consumed in my self deprecating thoughts, that I didn't notice we had arrived until Anthony leaned over asking, "Is this really your family's house?" he asked, seemingly shocked by the estate and the rather vast size.

I let out a long sigh, "Yup, this is it," I confirmed, opening my door, leaving the car and walking towards the door.

"I knew you said your family was well off, but that seemed to have been an understatement," he said, breathing out a laugh at how big my family's place was.

Moving towards the front door, I take out my keys, unlocking the door, "Well my family had a decent amount of wealth on both sides, which then basically doubled when my grandparents married, then again when my mom and dad married. Then when the problem came around, they were some of the first people to create flares specialized for ghost hunting. Once that made a shit ton of profit, they then sold it making even more, so yeah my family is fucking loaded," I exclaimed, bitterly adding the last part as I unlocked the door.

"Seems like the next seven generations of your family are set for life," he joked, leaning against the wall.

I let out a small laugh, "Try more like ten maybe," I added, opening the door to the place, "And, this is only the east wing we're in. Wait till you see the entire main house."

His eyes went wide at my mention of this only being part of the place, "If this is only part of it, I can't even imagine the rest of the house," he said, in utter amazement of how my family lived.

I opened the door, letting us in as I turned on the lights, "Well, make yourself at home," I told him, walking toward the stairs in the front to head to the bedroom, "This part is actually quite small. Only two bedrooms, or actually more like one. I turned the other one into my own little space for random hobbies, so there's only one bedroom, but it'll be fine," I said, realizing we would be in the same room.

Climbing up the staircase in the entryway, we reached the 2nd floor, turning left towards the bedroom. The room was fairly big, there was a fireplace, a couple couches, a bay window, a desk covered in papers and pens I left, and the massive bed in the middle. Of course the room was painted my favorite color, and had some of the decorations I left. Alongside the posters on my wall that I didn't take down when I ran away.

I watched as Anthony took in the room, "This feels like a toned down version of you," he said, since my room at home was comprised of my favorite color walls that I begged Anthony to let me paint, more decorations than were in here which was saying something since my old room here was still somewhat fully decorated, posters on all the walls, and my room at home always had fresh flowers, since Anthony would buy them for me, even though I never asked him to.

"Well I couldn't take all my stuff when I left, so a lot of it stayed here," I told him, finally walking into the room, after just leaning against the doorway.

Anthony looked at me, then the floor, then me again, "If you don't mind me asking," he started, clearing his throat before continuing, "Why did you leave a place like this?"

I could feel myself partially freeze. I told him that I hadn't really told anyone else, but I never told him anything about why I left, or my family before I ran.

Taking in a deep breath I finally spoke, "I think that's a story for another time. Plus you have a job to get ready for," I told him, changing the subject.

He nodded, not pushing any further, "I should probably start heading out. I'll go call a cab," he said, moving closer to me before leaving, "Have fun, and don't worry about anything, okay," he told me, grabbing me by my waist, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. He rarely ever did this, only when he knew I was anxious or sad.

"Okay," I said, taking a calming breath in and out.

He then left, calling a cab, leaving when it arrived. I could hear the door close and that was when I knew I was alone for a little bit before my family showed up.

Usually before something big like this they liked to spend the day out. Letting the cooks and the rest of the staff prepare, undisturbed by my family's loudness. I took this time to unpack my clothes into the dresser, since I was gonna be here for a couple of days. Tonight was our families dinner, then tomorrow night was the actual party, and the day after would be when the immediate family stays and just congratulates my sister as we all prepare to make our departure for those leaving.

***

It had been about an hour since Anthony left when my family started to arrive. I could see through my window them entering the house, filling in one after the other. My sister getting married was a big deal to them, so everyone from my mom and dad's siblings, to their cousins, to my cousins, to great aunts twice removed, was here to celebrate.

I took a big sigh before heading down to the main house where everyone was. Making sure I looked good enough in my fairly new black dress, smoothing down my hair, and having to tone down my makeup since I was supposed to look like I wasn't wearing anything to create some illusion, or something. I don't actually know, I didn't pay attention when my mom was talking about that.

Opening the door basically alerted everyone of my presence. I entered the reception room where everyone was hanging around in, having a few drinks, and making the same small talk to the people they could and couldn't tolerate.

The first to notice me was my sister who came running at me, as if I had come back from the dead, "Oh I'm so glad you're here," she exclaimed, squeezing me so hard I think she forgot that I had to breathe.

"I'm happy to be here too, especially for you," I said, though she knew the first part was a lie, but definitely not the second part.

She finally pulled back, her eyes widening in happiness, "You have to meet my fiancé," she practically screamed, with a smile so big I'm surprised her face didn't hurt.

I smiled too, since her smile was always infectious, "I will soon, let me just make my way around the room before grandma writes me out the will for not greeting her the second I walk in," I joke, since I was probably actually already written out of multiple wills for running away.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go, but you have too. Plus I think she'd rather give the dead hamster in the backyard more than us when she dies," my sister adds jokingly, referring to the hamster we had to bury when I was 7 and she was 5.

I take a deep breath, starting to move around the room. The second I see champagne, I quickly grab a glass to help encourage me to stay here and not just run out. Like I said, I started by greeting my grandma on my dad's side, who mentioned how I was 'too muscular' since I was an agent and being in top condition was basically a requirement if you don't like dying. My grandma on my mom's side was actually a lot nicer. Complimenting my hair, asking who my stylist was. She was never horrible, we just didn't talk much since her and my mom didn't get along well. My grandpa on my mom's side was nice too, admiring how I was an agent, and how I was in his words 'saving the world' which I thought was an overstatement.

Next came all the aunts and uncles. If I was lucky I could avoid the bad ones, or keep the small talk to a minimum, only spending time with the decent ones. On my dad's side I had three aunts and one uncle who were blood related. I caught up on some of my family's life from two of my aunts, and got more comments on how 'they could never possibly work such a vigorous job' and how 'I will one day realize how I made the wrong decision. I left those two quickly, heading to my favorite aunt who greeted me with open arms.

She filled me in on the actual family drama, who was mad at who, who divorced who, who was seeing who. She was an amazing aunt, and the only I truly remembered fully by name, the others I only really remembered when asked, or if they were at an event with me. But my aunt Kathy was amazing and always slipped me a couple of extra bucks, or nice shoes.

Soon I had to leave her and head towards more of my mom's side. My mom's side was...well...scary to say the least. They very much believed that I shouldn't be working, especially in a job like being an agent, so I knew I was in for some passive aggressive comments. My mom's side had three uncles, one of them being adopted, and two aunts who were like Madeline and Louise. They always gossiped, but not in a fun way like my aunt Kathy. More in a deceitful way, both of them were on their 4th divorce. I stopped keeping track at some point. Both talked about how my job was a crazy thing to do, and how they remember their teenage rebellious phase.

I left them before I got a headache, moving onto talking with my uncles. Besides that the two blood ones were a tad misogynistic, they were okay. They mostly talked about business, and how sales for equipment for agents was at an all time high, to which I just smiled and nodded, not really knowing what they were talking about.

The adopted one was my favorite uncle. While he wasn't blood related, he was the best in the family. He was always joking, and talked about how his sister was also an agent before losing her talent and becoming a secretary. We talked for a little bit till I spotted the person I was looking for.

My cousin Jade. I found her semi-hidden behind a plant, holding two glasses of champagne, mouthing the words to 'Maneater' as she hid her device that was playing the music she was listening to. I walked up behind her asking, "Are you listening to Maneater at a family party," which startled her.

"Christ, I thought you were one of the aunts coming to scold me," she said, relieved it wasn't one of our aunts, "And yes, it was. Its better than listening to stuffy small talk all night."

"You're not wrong," I said, agreeing with her statement, "Then again, drinking the fountain water is better than small talk." We continued our conversation for a while till we were all called for dinner.

The main dining room was big enough for both my mom and dad's side, plus their partners, and some of the older cousins from each side. The younger kids were sent to the other smaller dining room, where they were served their own stuff, and away from all the adult talk.

Dinner started off somewhat nicely. I stayed talking to Jade, who was next to me, my grandma from my dad's side on my other side, but she ignored me for the most part. Everything was going great, conversation was flowing, the food was nice, and everyone was giving my sister nice compliments and congratulations.

It was perfect, until it wasn't. My grandma who I was sitting next to had to pipe up and say, "You should take less food, no man would want someone built like you," while I was grabbing another piece of chicken.

Almost everyone either quieted down or went silent as her voice projected through the room. My uncle soon defended me, "There's no need to talk like that, let the girl eat." Sadly though that wasn't the end of that.

"Well, if we let her keep being like that then no man will marry her. Especially at this age, her sister is already getting married, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend," she said, meaning every word she said. I was only 20, my sister was 19. It was a one almost two year gap, yet she was still getting married young and before me. I chose my career over marriage, something I apparently wasn't supposed to do but did anyway.

Now others started talking. My two gossiping aunts said how, "Someone would probably marry me. I have to do something once my "talent" fades," putting talent in air quotes, as if my ability was nothing, or how, "Maybe he won't be rich like she was supposed to marry, but maybe she can trick some somewhat handsome guy."

"She's the one who's supposed to inherit their fortune?"

"I'd rather live in a swamp than look like her."

"At least I can get a boyfriend, and not have a job. She can't even get one and her job is just sad." My cousins said, insulting me like I wasn't there.

Everything felt surreal. I could feel Jade rubbing my arm trying to comfort me as she was talking to me, and on the other side of me was my grandma berating me for basically just existing. All the chatter around me of everyone pointing out my mistakes, and how I wasn't married felt overwhelming, making me want to cry.

What was worse though was how my parents didn't say anything. At least my sister tried to shush people and get them to stop. My parents did nothing though, maybe even added to the chatter.

I eventually got up, leaving the room. Tears stinging my eyes, the feeling almost as bad as the one my family made me feel. Jade tried grabbing my arm to get me to not leave, but she let me go, not following so i could have my space.

The second I walked into my part of the house and into my room, I could feel the tears pouring. I was leaning against my bed, trying to let everything process fully.

I didn't think I was that bad looking. I was usually complimented on my style or looks, even hit on once or twice, which I really didn't like, but still I thought I was still decent looking. My job wasn't the worst either. Especially at my age, most agents lost their talent by now, but I still had mine and it was working better than ever. Yet, no matter how much I tried to reassure myself, their comments still got to me.

I didn't even hear Anthony enter the house, or even my room. But the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me, holding me, asking what was wrong. I told him everything. I don't think I'd seen someone more shocked before.

He shook his head, looking me in my eyes, "Your family is wrong. You're gorgeous, don't listen to them," he said, trying to comfort me, "And, you're one of the best agents in the world, and I say that with full confidence. You're amazing, please don't listen to them darling." He held me for a little bit longer, continuing to comfort me.

Soon he got up, getting ready for bed, as I did the same. We got situated in bed for the night. There was only one bed, but we decided to be mature about it and just sleep in the same bed. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, and it's just for two nights.

We were originally somewhat far apart from each other, before I turned towards him, "Anthony," I said, my voice rather small.

He turned towards me, "Yes, darling," he said, his voice low and tired.

I took a breath before I asked, "Did you really mean what you said?" thinking that maybe he only said it to be nice.

"I meant every word, love," he told me, moving his hand to wrap around my waist pulling me close to him, "Why don't you get some sleep. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it in the morning," he told me.

I didn't know what he meant, but I was tired from the day's events, and drifted off into sleep in his arms. He held me close the entire night, my head on his chest, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

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[moongreenlight]

ok ok so about this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/moongreenlight/729759450340130816/headcanons-for-captain-john-price-and-his-very

i was reading it while listening to mozart’s requiem: confutatis maledictus

https://youtu.be/hN7DZhGNCxY?si=knTn38X98KovFvzL

and i was thinking what if the age gap is the same BUT reader was also military?

like this sweet little thing who dresses in pretty, dark red cherry print skirts used to have the same dark red splotches of blood on their uniform in the field. reader who’s a bit deranged, who plays the strings on her violin until the deep indents on her fingertips threaten to cut and bleed. a bit strange reader who immediately snaps her head to the slightest out of place sound on her private garden, face dropping from her stepford smile into a focused scowl. loose screwed reader who demands the cook to cook the same dish 4 times on a random thursday because it didn’t taste like the same as when he prepared it 4 months ago. bit rabid reader who keeps her staff dogs on a tight leash, including her husband, demanding things to be done on her standards. pretty show cat reader who hisses and scratches when john doesn’t greet her with the same amount of joy at the door when he has a bad day at work.

this cat, no matter how pampered and spoiled, never fully became domesticated to be a house cat, still feral under her shiny new coat. her new appearance however, is truly just a guise over her rabid tendencies. god forbid john ever pushes readers buttons because his things will get destroyed, his ego deflated, his paperweights cracked, his uniforms ripped at the seams, sturdy until needed, his pens lacking any more ink, fountain pen nibs bent ever so slightly, furniture moved every so slightly, hair and facial appointments cut in half and only being once a week.

i just LIVE for deranged!reader. i love love love it when reader is the crazy one too who feeds and takes ideals from her husband 😼😼😼

Katz I am almost certain you read my rough draft for these Headcanons because I swear to you I almost wrote reader like this. Your mind. You also know I’m a sucker for an animal comparison you literally forced me to write this. :’(

I am a crazy bitch SYMPATHIZER. She is me I am her. It takes a lot of me not to write every reader as a little off their fucking rocker but I’m glad you’re endorsing this.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

He probably takes a liking to you shortly after you start training. Catches you tearing into one of your bunk mates viciously for leaving one (1) sock on the ground next to their hamper. Doesn’t bother to break it up, just immediately goes back to his office and figures out who your training officer was and how quickly he could get you switched into his group.

He pulls rank on Soap to get him to agree to let you switch over. He doesn’t look happy about it, but he huffs and agrees to take a significantly less advanced rookie in exchange for you. Completely unfair trade, but Price is over the moon about it.

He doesn’t come off too strong at first because you’re young. Just turned twenty and joined the military to get loans for uni. He knows he’s much too old for you.

But still, he lets his hands linger on your waist when he’s correcting your posture, kicks your feet apart and plants his leg between yours when he’s teaching you how to properly handle a shotgun. Hears his other rookies complaining about you being favored by him because you’re the only one he’ll compliment during sessions.

Doesn’t even bother saying anything about the rumors spreading because you beat him to the punch- sometimes literally. Like he’s fairly certain you shot the worst offender in the foot on purpose during a mission to shut them up.

A few months go by with no real progress and no real payout until one day after training he wanders back to his office and finds you already sitting there waiting for him. You say something about how you’re hoping to advance pretty quickly after training, you wonder if he sees any potential in you. Lean over his desk and bat your lashes and ask what he thinks about giving you some private lessons, only if he has time of course. He nearly passes out.

And then a year later you’re married. He doesn’t have time to dick around, nor does he want to, and he now knows you well enough to know that you’ll throw a proper tantrum if things aren’t done exactly to your liking, so sure, it was a quick turnaround, but you really did love each other.

I think he asks a few times if you’ll leave the service, and you shut him down immediately. Scowling and pulling a face at the suggestion. Saying no just to say no. And then you go spent like $600 at the shops with his card. So he learns to keep his mouth shut and just supplement you with the life he wants you to have until you come to your own decision to be discharged.

And while you’ve grown accustomed to your new plush life, you never quite lose your fire. Truly, you’re a feral little thing turned prized show cat. You let him dote on you and provide you with all the finer things in life. Let him preen you and dress you up and play his perfect little wife. Oftentimes gives people the impression he’s got you tucked under his thumb when the reality of the situation is quite the opposite.

You let him play captain when you visit him at work or when he brings the boys over for drinks. Smile and stay relatively quiet tucked in by his side when you’re hosting dinner. Put on a nice outfit and a big smile when he introduces you to his chain of command during holiday parties and outings. You’ve gotten quite good at playing domestic.

But you like things exactly how you like them. Very particular about your life and your house and the people in it. You make it abundantly clear that it’s your way or no way at all.

Lounging out by the pool in the back while the landscapers work and noticing as they’re trying to slip out the gate that they didn’t properly trim the grass around the perimeter of the fence, so you storm out after them and hiss and yowl your complaint until they fix their mistake. Making a spectacle in your tiny bikini in front of the whole neighborhood until they finally correct the issue. Then you shake off any irritation and flash them a bright smile and offer your thanks like nothing had happened.

Hovering around the cook in the kitchen irritatingly close after you’ve asked them to prepare a dish that your mother used to make when you were a child. Peeking over their shoulder and punctuating their work with comments and corrections that are presented like suggestions, but everyone understands they’re demands. Going so far as to dump their progress in the trash when they’re not following your instruction well enough.

Sending John to work for two weeks straight with an empty bag that was supposed to hold his lunch because you’d asked him to please stop kicking off his mucked up work boots directly in front of the front door when he got home and he didn’t. Not even bothering to make up an excuse as to why you wouldn’t be coming to base when he called to ask if you’d bring him food. Simply saying no and ending the call no matter how many times he apologized.

Spilling his mug of tea over paperwork if you felt like he wasn’t paying you enough attention. Even if you were sat on his lap and obstructing his view of his desk.

Growing agitated with his working late so you go up to base when you know he’s out training and locking all of the drawers and cabinets in his office. Wearing the key on a dainty chain around your neck and telling him he can only have it back once you feel like he’s gotten his priorities straight. Calling in the aid of a handyman to bolt the mail slot on his door shut so he had no excuse to be doing any excess work.

Pulling a duchess from Wolf of Wall Street and wearing tiny little dresses with no underwear. Intentionally bending at the waist in front of him and leaning over his desk with your elbows pushed together in front of you when he’s done something to piss you off. Batting his hand away when he tries to grope you.

Or what felt like the worst punishment of all to him- making a point of being in the shower when he came home. Not giving him the pleasure of giving you the lush bubble baths he loved so much. Sometimes just sitting in the bathroom with the water running until you heard the front door swing shut and turning it off. Coming out wrapped in a towel that barely covered you. water beading on your shoulders. Sauntering away from him with your tail flicking back and forth when he tried to voice his protest.

He’s infinitely patient with you. Mostly because he is absolutely infatuated, but also because he knew what he was getting into when he married you. He’ll correct you when you go too far for his liking. Maybe pull you over his knee and make you apologize for how you acted until he feels like you mean it. Giving you a mean swat to the ass every time you’re snarky or flat out refuse. Sometimes gets fed up with your smart mouth and shoves his cock down your throat for a few hours to remind you that speaking is a privilege and not a right. Or he’ll parade you around the house fully nude. Maybe forcing you to crawl around on all fours like the feral cat you are in front of all the staff (or the task force boys) just to remind you of your place. Has you curl up on the sofa next to him, even though the whole time you’re pouting like you didn’t do anything wrong. Looks at you over his newspaper with a mock-sympathetic smile but says nothing until you decide to get over your anger and settle in his lap. Purring while he smooths a hand over your hair.

[dum-spiro-spero99]

THE SPECTRUM, THE RINGKOMPOSITION IS COMPLETE AT LAST

Narcissus religious guilt, inflexible faith , and gay for Goldmund

Frollo religious guilt, inflexible justice and faith, straight but queercoded somehow

Javert inflexible justice and gay for Valjean

*fictional*Girolamo Riario religious guilt, inflexible justice and faith, envy/love for a genious , sense of mediocrity, gay for Leonardo

*fictional*Salieri religious guilt, envy/love for a genious that accidentally kills, sense of mediocrity and gay for Mozart (mlor takes that to eleven)

Jiang Cheng envy/platonic love for a genious that accidentally kills (the untamed only), sense of mediocrity and aroace

Squidward envy/love for a genious, sense of mediocrity and gay for Spongebob

P.S I percieve the most of them as in the aroace spectrum, when I write gay for I mean in a strange psychosexual, ambigous homoerotic relationship that sometime borders on obsession

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Thinking about Spencer being a girl dad.

(I can't stop thinking about Dad!Spencer in general because it's so clear from the show that he wanted kids so badly. I need to write a fic of him having a kid omg.)

(Also - mentions of systematic sexism, including women being the target of violent crimes. But this is mostly fluff.)

When you first find out that you're having a daughter - you are terrified. Working at the BAU has caused you to be imprinted with all the horrors that could happen to a woman or a young girl. Even though your daughter has been born yet, you can't stop thinking about all the bad things that could happen to her - all the monster out there that are just waiting to take her away from you.

One night Spencer comes home and finds you clutching your stomach, sobbing, and he asks you what's wrong.

You ask him why he's not worried. Him, of all people, who knows so much about everything. He must have so many statistics bouncing around in his mind - he must know how it's so much more likely for your daughter to be targeted, to be raped or killed.

Spencer holds you until you stop crying. And then he oh so calmly says:

"I'm no worried." "Why?" "Because I won't let anyone hurt her."

And it's those words that live in your mind forever - especially on the day your daughter is placed into your arms for the first time. He could have been worried too, but he's so self assured that this is a fact. He won't let anyone hurt her.

Spencer fawns over your daughter from day one.

He hardly ever puts her down, and sometimes you have to fight for time holding her. When he goes back to work after his paternity leave, he calls you for updates almost every hour - he has a feeding schedule on the fridge (one for you and one for her, because Mommy shouldn't forget to eat either) and he's constantly reminding you to swaddle her well and keep the baby monitor on and read to her.

He has Mozart playing in the nursery on a low volume almost constantly.

When your daughter gets a bit older, Spencer's hair is a bit longer and she has a field day putting pigtails on him and nearly ripping it out of his head playing dress-up. You know that he grins and clenches his teeth through it out of love.

One time he showed up at the BAU with play makeup all over his face and sat through the presentation of a case without realizing it was there, wondering why everyone was giving him strange looks until Garcia broke and handed him the combat mirror from her purse. It's something everyone still jokes about.

Spencer never says no to his daughter. Literally anything she wants, she gets.

After a while, he gets tired of trying to convince a toddler of the nutritional benefits of eating broccoli by talking about omega 3s and micronutrients and he does just give in and let her have ice cream for dinner. He likes ice cream too.

Sometimes you are annoyed by having to be 'the tough parent' - but he has been able to convince her to take a bath by making a rubber duck 'appear' behind her ear with slight of hand, so you both have your strengths as parents.

At one point, she made him a friendship bracelet with a beading craft kid that Auntie JJ got her for her birthday - it's mismatched, gaudy, and colorful, but he never leaves the house without it. Sometimes he's convinced that it's the only thing that keeps him safe during a hard case. He often finds himself toying with the plastic beads under his sleeve whenever he's trying to come up with a new lead.

[macaronirats]

Intro post!!! (finally)

Heyyy I’m just a silly guy who likes silly things :P welcome to my blog!

I am a minor, anyone can interact but I’ll block creeps etc. There’s no dni I’ll just block people

He/him pronouns! I usually go by elliott online so feel free to call me that (I swear I used that name before I liked elliott smith lmao)

This is mostly an mcr blog, but I occasionally post other things!!

Music I enjoy:

☆ my chemical romance (clearly)

☆ elliott smith

☆ the libertines (I’m a newer fan but I love them so much)

☆ radiohead

☆ dazey and the scouts

☆ rush

☆ all of frank iero’s projects ever

☆ especially pencey prep dude I love them so much

☆ pierce the veil

☆ pink floyd

☆ I do choir so the occasional brahms requiem or mozart piece mention loll

Other topics/interests:

✧ unholyverse (technically mcr but I tend to disassociate the characters from the actual people I guess?? I just enjoy it as a separate work of fiction)

✧ velvet goldmine (1998) (I just watched it and I’m never recovering)

✧ buffy the vampire slayer!! Currently on like s3

✧ hooky (webcomic)

✧ general diy and clothing design (I sew and modify most of my clothes)

✧ a ton of susan sontag’s writing. She’s really cool

I am autistic, queer, trans and disabled (ocd, hypermobility, chronic pain + joint problems) and might talk about that sometimes :P also probably adhd but I dunno

I love receiving asks!! I’m kind of awkward and often sound overly formal when I don’t mean to, but I promise I enjoy talking lol. I <3 my mutuals!!

As far as tags go, I try to have a couple consistent tags to organize things but mostly it’s a complete mess and I have no order. The only really consistent one is “my art”

K now it’s time for as many blinkies as I could add 🫡

I don’t own any of these btw

[megamozartx]

Nobody asked but I wanted to do a quick post about why I end up talking about Piano and Bass a lot, or "the salty Wily twins" as I call them.

I'm still brand new to the fandom so all the concepts are extremely novel to me even when everyone else knows about them. I liked the idea of there being a Wilybot sister and figured nothing is being done with her in a canon capacity (Ariga's reasons for scrapping her made sense, of course) so I'll grab her. Why not.

Some notes for my interpretation of Piano:

SWN 002 is her serial number.

Directly referred to as/considered Bass's sister/twin (his original name is Forte and a "fortepiano" is an instrument in addition to both words separately being note indicators, "forte" for "loud" and "piano" for "soft".)

It took both of them a while to accept this as they absolutely did not like each other at first; they came to a silent understanding over time though neither communicated this with each other directly. Piano assumes Bass despises her as he looks down on every other Wily creation (except Treble).

She's wrong, Bass is just tsundere, but it did annoy him that she came across as obedient to Wily and lacking in personality initially, not to mention being created to control him. Nobody can do that!

Nonetheless, he privately calls her "Ann" when speaking to Treble and worries about her overworking herself; he also gets mad at Wily when he derides her because he views the old man as a temper throwing whiner that makes nothing but mistakes and excuses while Piano always works hard.

Piano ends up calling Bass the gamut of "imbecile" and the like. His constant drive to fight does still concern her, especially since--despite Piano stating she has no intention of trying to control her brother--his recklessness worries her.

As Mr. Ariga conceptualized, she was made as a counterpart to Bass (and a copy of Roll) to watch over/control him. She has no weapons.

However, deviating from the concept, Piano refused to do her duties of controlling Bass, her refusal angered Wily. She's also not weak, she's actually freakishly strong, but this isn't used for her intended purpose, she uses it to move furniture while cleaning. She dislikes fighting and violence, generally speaking, and will only engage with it when she deems it necessary. She has no issues with hurting a human and has even threatened Wily a few times to get him to back off.

There was a mention of her using "gadgets". I don't know what that would have looked like, but I've chosen to incorporate it as she uses tools more often than not. She's very intelligent and advanced in machine building/fixing. Wily probably didn't intend that (but when does anything he intends ever work out).

Design intention was likely maid, robotic but polite speech patterns. Disregarded this. Made her a monotone goth girl instead. Very soft spoken but blunt in speech, is polite when she thinks it's necessary. She doesn't often express her emotions openly; smiling, laughing, open anger, sadness--none of that.

Her design is based on gothic lolita fashion. I tweaked a lot of the colors on there since I wanted a more gothic color scheme.

Her protocol involves looking after the household, that includes other Wily creations and people she views as guests. Somehow this led to her speaking to and befriending Rock. She likes him, he's nice, she flips between calling him "Rock" or "Megaman" depending on the situation. Rock likes her, she's nice, he calls her "Ani" (said like "Annie").

It is not romantic or intended to be, they are children, they talk about Roblox or something.

Bass really doesn't like that they're friends because it detracts from his rivalry with Megaman(!!!!!); sometimes he somewhat acts almost like a protective older brother but mostly he's awful since he basically (whether he means to or not) keeps her from making friends.

Bass's hair is black, hers is purple, don't worry about it.

This timeline is very messed up actually because when Wily is working on Zero, Piano takes care of and befriends him. Don't worry about it.

Since she's gentle and soft-spoken (as in she doesn't yell at or insult him or make demands of him constantly), Zero bonds with her fast and ends up becoming defensive of her when he perceives a threat. Zero in the present does not remember her. Don't worry about it.

There is no real happy ending here, Piano is left behind in the end to look after Zero (as is her function) and open his capsule when it's time. Her systems fail after this happens, so she doesn't know what comes next.

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 3

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Phone sex | Guided touch

You take his hand, pulling it up to your breast, squeezing his hand to make him squeeze you.

You and Mozart are laying on his bed. It started with just kissing but you wanted more. You keep kissing him rougher and rougher while you move his hands across your body.

You two might be together but sometimes he still seems unsure about being so touchy. You hope it's just because he isn't sure where you like to be touched.

You make him squeeze your boob and you let out a low moan as his hand starts tightening on its own. His other hand you place on your hip.

His fingers wrap around the curve of your body, holding you there. Before doing anything else he finally breaks the kiss, panting for air.

You want more but you aren't sure if he's okay with more.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, one hand going under his shirt to rub his back. Mozart lets out a soft hum and puts more of his weight on you feeling relaxed.

You start kissing him again once you both could keep going. His lips trail down to your neck kissing, and gently nibbling at your skin. You let out a moan. You take his hand off your hip and pull it between the two of you.

Knowing where you are leading him, he quickly pulls up your skirt, getting the fabric out of the way and starts to rub you through the fabric of your underwear.

You gasp and start moaning louder.

Your body rocks with his hand, trying to feel more. Jerking your hips forward like you're trying to get his fingers inside you.

Pushing your underwear to the side, his fingers quickly enter you. His lips still on your neck, giving you little love bites.

"Ahh-hh. Wolfgang," you moan his name and his fingers immediately go deeper. He loves to hear his name come from your lips. It sounds so much better than when you use his surname.

His fingers pump in and out of you, curling against your walls, trying to get you to stretch more. You squirm a bit. The hand that's still around him tugs at his shirt while your hips buck.

Your hand moves up to grab his hair, pulling his head up to kiss him roughly like before. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and adds a third finger at the same time to hear you yell.

You feel yourself getting close but before you can reach your climax his fingers stop. They rest inside you as if you are there to keep them warm.

"Ungh... Wolfgang.. please," you whine. You rock your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers.

"So impatient," he chuckles, looking down at you. Just as you are about to beg again his fingers start again.

You get louder and your legs shake, covering his fingers in your cum.

[doriansredroses]

I know you all (most of you) said that I should do the gothic literature school au as my next fanfic, but I’m still very indecisive about everything. Which should I do? This also factors in my mental health and emotional state. I’m hardly able to focus on anything currently but writing is one thing I can sometimes do, rather than just staring into space. I am going to list everything below.

Jonathan in Wonderland: The title may not be finalized but it’s an Alice in Wonderland au starring Jonathan Harker! I plan to write it as if he’s documenting his adventure in his diary and I’ll draw in references from the original Dracula novel plus add my own twists. This is definitely more of a whimsically gothic story that combines the whimsy of my childhood (I’ve always been obsessed with Alice in Wonderland) and my love of gothic literature. It is the shortest fanfic on this list and will prep me for my bigger Dracula project I tried to write two months ago but couldn’t due to stress.

A Court of Music and Mischief: This is my Amadeus faerie au that pokes fun of the ACOTAR series (hence the name) that stars Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Antonio Salieri, and my own faerie oc that’s inspired by the Queen of the Night (vaguely inspired). It is the second longest fanfic in length on this list. Mozart and Salieri basically play Feyra’s role and my oc is in Tamlin’s. I hated ACOTAR but love faerie lore so this idea was sparked. I plan to take this down the dark fantasy route rather than gothic, taking inspiration from 80s fantasy movies like Labyrinth and a more modern book called The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu. Amadeus is an 80s film and I’m using its release date to further my creative flow. The book is actually about Mozart’s sister and he also is a character featured in this historical fantasy retelling. I’m also absolutely obsessed with Mozart right now and that’ll probably be a lifelong craze. Salieri, yes I like him a lot as well. Should I do this fanfic?

Gothic lit school au: I don’t have a title yet nor is this very developed, but I’m thinking about setting it in college/university that’s dark academia and focuses on my favorite characters from gothic literature in a more modern/alternate dimension. I want to do this one because I love gothic literature, dark academia, and I definitely want to base this around the themes of melancholia, darkness, and good vs evil/morals. My only concern is that it’ll be too taxing right now since it’s the longest fanfic on this list and that it’s insanely dark. I’ve felt awful emotionally lately and a lot of my writing has reflected those feelings (melancholy, evil, etc). Part of me thinks I should do something more lighthearted and shorter. I put aside a novel length collab I wanted to do with a friend due to my mental health so I’m unsure about writing this right now.

Thoughts?

Tagging:

@xxiamtiebrousxx

@ilovegayvampires

@mysteryofvampires

@mushroomsie224

@fetchmearum420

@urcrocsrsoggy

I can’t think of anyone else right now because I’m so fried.

[city-of-ladies]

A pioneering female composer, Barbara Strozzi (1619-1677) defied the norms of her time. Unlike many women of her era, she was not a wife, a nun, or a courtesan; but an independent woman devoted to her music.

The heiress of the Muses

Barbara was immersed in music from an early age. Her father, Giulio Strozzi, an illegitimate member of the noble Strozzi family, played a significant role in Venetian musical life, writing librettos for major composers and poetry. Her mother, Isabella Garzoni, was Giulio’s longtime servant, possibly of Greek origin, as she was known as “La Griega” or “La Greghetta” (“The Little Greek”).

Unlike Nannerl Mozart, Barbara benefited from a supportive environment. Her father acknowledged her and provided her with a comprehensive education, allowing her to develop her talents from a young age. She trained with opera composer Francesco Cavalli, and by the age of 15, Barbara was already performing at gatherings in the Strozzi home. She possessed an impressive and flexible soprano voice, capable of singing complex compositions.

Her talent was widely recognized. In 1635 and 1636, composer Nicolò Fontei dedicated two volumes of solo songs to her. She also performed at meetings of her father’s intellectual circle, the Accademia degli Unisoni (“Academy of the Like-Minded”). Among the attendees was Giovanni Francesco Loredan, a supporter of feminist writer and nun Arcangela Tarabotti, who remarked that “had she been born in another era, surely she would have usurped or expanded the place of the muses.”

An extraordinary career

Barbara went on to publish her own compositions. In 1644, she released Il primo libro de madrigali (First Book of Madrigals, Opus 1), dedicated to Vittoria della Rovere, Grand Duchess of Tuscany, known for her patronage of female convents and musicians—a strategic choice on Barbara’s part.

Despite the dominance of opera, Barbara achieved recognition as a composer of chamber music. Her compositions showcased her vocal talent, though she sometimes wrote with other female voices in mind. Her songs explored themes of love, jealousy, joy, despair and sensuality. Most of her work was secular, but she also composed religious pieces in Latin—a unique accomplishment for a Catholic laywoman in early modern Europe.

Barbara’s work was more than just a portrayal of women as sensual temptresses; she also demonstrated a powerful and dramatic voice. An example of this is “Lagrime mie” (“My Tears”) from 1657, a poignant expression of a lover’s despair that fully utilized her vocal abilities.

Over her lifetime, Barbara published around 125 compositions across eight volumes, making her more prolific than any other female composer of her era. By 1656, her works were included alongside those of male composers in printed collections. While she did not perform publicly, her music has been preserved.

A troubled personal life

Barbara never married but had four children, at least three of whom were fathered by Giovanni Paolo Vidman, a friend of her father. Long-term concubinage relationships like theirs were not uncommon at the time.

The nature of their relationship remains unclear. An anonymous commentator wrote in 1677 that Giovanni Paolo had raped Barbara. This might seem contradictory given the length of their relationship, but societal norms of the time regarding female virginity sometimes forced women to remain with their aggressors to protect their reputations.

Through her work, Barbara was able to provide for her children. Giovanni Paolo died in 1648, leaving provisions for her and their children. Both of Barbara’s daughters entered convents, with the entrance fees paid by Giovanni Paolo’s wife, Camilla. Barbara rented a house from Giovanni Paolo’s brother until 1677 when she traveled to Padua, where she died of illness.

My Ko-Fi

Further reading

Kendrick Robert L., “Intent and textuality in Barbara Strozzi’s sacred music”

Magner Candace, “Barbara Strozzi, a brief history”

Ray Meredith K., Twenty-five women who shaped the Italian Renaissance 

[darlingsfandom]

How they would react to a classical violinist reader, especially if they see her performing? With any Cillian Character you fancy 🩷

this is cute! I tried to play the clarinet in sixth grade, I dropped out .... also I'm going to use Thomas because why not ? He makes the best fit !

Thomas shelby was a simple man or so he thought. He didn't need anything fancy or new. He needed his family , the business, his cigarettes and you. You and Thomas have been together for a little over a year and everyday you managed to surprise him. There was the time he came home and seen that you baked him a cake. There was another time he came home and you were writing poetry and he couldn't forget the time he came to find you dressed up as a ballerina standing on pointe.

Tonight was one of those nights. Thomas had came home from his meeting with a little blood on his shirt which was nothing new. Sometimes there was a lot, other times it was like a bad paper cut gif out of hand. Thomas placed his cap on the hook in the kitchen, pulled out a cigarette and lit it up when it dawned on him that there was music playing. He walked down the hall with an arched eyebrow until he found you standing in the library.

Your eyes were deeply focused on the notes in front of you as you held the violin tightly with your chin. You stood up straight with feet pointed forward, lips tucked into each other and your fingers were holding tightly onto the bow as you played on. You were in the middle of playing a Mozart melody when the smell of smoke inhaled your nostrils. You did your best to keep your focus and you did until you finished.

"Beautiful ! Absolutely beautiful darling ." Thomas clapped his together slowly with his cigarette hanging from his lips while he walked up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Everyday I'm finding out more and more about these hidden talents of your doll." He huffed out the smoke away from your face before giving you a kiss. Thomas pulled away and stepped back to look at you. "At this rate I'm waiting to come home and see you've nearly killed a man." He chuckled at you as he sat down on the couch and crossed his legs as your cheeks burned out.

"Keep playing darlin, you sound beautiful!" Thomas smiled at you and you blew him a kiss before repositioning yourself to play his favorite song .

[natimiles]

Hellooo it’s the same anon from before :)

I was wondering if you could write (only if you want to! No pressure whatsoever :D) platonic headcanons or scenarios for your favourite IkemenVampire boys with a gn!reader (age is up to you). I feel like our vampire men, however handsome they are, would also be great older brothers (albeit a bit outdated on technology ahaha)

Again, please don’t write this if you don’t want to :) it was just a thought in my head and I really enjoyed your work of the IkemenVampire characters with the reader that has a tattoo, but you take priority :D

-🥀 anon (if you allow it ofc)

Hii, dear 🥀

Sorry, I’m a slow writer haha. I was finishing another fanfic, but here we go!

Sometimes I feel they have a brotherly relationship when we’re not in their routes, so I really liked it! It's my first request, so that adds to the excitement, hahaha.

I wrote them separately, I hope it's how you wanted it (:

A gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them | Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon

Tags: gn!reader; minor spoilers from their routes.

Isaac

He accepted Comte’s offer to have some alone time for peaceful work. With the little school he and Napoleon had set up, he didn't want any more responsibilities in his life. However, as always, things never seemed to go his way.

You’re stubborn and clumsy, and he can’t make sense of half the things you do. However, for some inexplicable reason, he’s intrigued by the challenge of understanding you. Before he knows it, you’ve become a part of his daily life.

You make sure he has all his meals and encourage him to leave his room sometimes, at least to go to the garden and get some sun on his skin. You even took care of him when he was sick, never leaving his side until he was better. You talk about what you remember studying about him in school and how he should consider being a professor here. You pester him until he does what you want and pretend to cry when he runs out of patience, just to make him feel bad for the outburst; but you’re also there when he needs to talk and always defend him from others (you’re the only one allowed to tease him about the apples).

“Hey, Newt, fancy a slice of apple pie?” You managed to get Arthur to stop calling him that. You might’ve even threatened him.

He always looks for you now, whether he needs advice about his new job, has a problem, or wants to grab a meal at that downtown cafeteria. He’s happy when you seek him out for advice or to hang out on a day off. Having you around is comforting; he’s no longer alone. You’re the family he’s always wanted, and he’ll protect you with everything he has, which mainly involves glaring at others while blushing (this man is not a fighter). He still enjoys spending time alone, working. He’s aware that you’ll come looking for him if he spends too much time locked in his room.

He probably won’t say much if you meet someone you like; he’s not overprotective. However, he’ll attempt to meet them to determine if they’re a good person (he might even call Napoleon to help him with this).

Mozart

When you arrived at the mansion, things were lively, and he despised it. You’re a troublemaker; it’s obvious. Comte once warned them about how dangerous it could be to cross the door without him because they could get lost. Yet, you managed to cross it by accident! Looking back, that was a red flag already, but you keep doing stupid things every time, so it’s hard to say which one really is the red flag. He should stay away, but for some reason, he feels an urge to protect you.

As time passes, and he grows accustomed to your presence (and your chocolates, ahem), he realizes that you’re not only his new best friend but also family. In his first life, he was the youngest son and was very close to his sister, so he finds solace in your company and the new sibling-like relationship you share. 

You two are joined at the hip in no time. You’re definitely his favorite person in the world now. Congrats, you got yourself an overprotective brother — but he means well. Arthur touches you? Mozart’s there in a second with a handkerchief in hand, ready to clean you of those scoundrel’s germs. You cut your finger? He helps you bandage it. Are you taking care of the violets in the garden? He’s there beside you, keeping you company while he composes a new piece.

He loves playing for you and always shows you his new pieces first. Your opinion means a lot to him, even though you may not be as versed in music as he is. If you encourage him to play and attend more aristocratic parties, he might even give it a shot. His trips downtown have become easier since you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, so he’s gradually getting used to them.

He might even teach you a thing or two on the piano if you’re interested, so you two can play together for the residents, just as he used to do with his sister. He’s a surprisingly patient and kind teacher. It’s a side he only reveals to you and Jean, and even the soldier never sees his friend smile fondly at anyone else.

God help the person that falls in love with you. He won’t be creepy about it, but he’ll be condescending until he’s certain they deserve you and his trust. The two of you now understand Theo and Vincent a little bit better.

Jean

He’s confused about why you want to be friends with him. He doesn’t think he deserves it, yet you persist, and something inside him just allows it. As you start teaching him how to write and read, he notices how patient and kind you are.

He’s the sweetest brother you could get. He feels like you’re his older sibling (and probably is, considering how young he died). He will protect you whenever you need, after all he’s a trained soldier. He shows you his diary and everything he writes. He asks for advice and always listens intently to what you have to tell him, because you don’t judge him even when he’s having a bad day. He’s interested in your stories about the future, he can’t understand how there’s such technology (the poor guy lived in a century that didn’t even have electricity yet).

You help in his shop when you can and you take care of him. You’re the only person who can actually make him eat/drink something, at least some blanc so he doesn’t starve himself again. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. He doesn’t want you to leave him and lose another family, so he makes an effort to care at least a little bit about himself, and you praise him every time you notice it.

A customer asks for something he doesn’t know how to write yet? “Wait a minute, please, I’ll ask my sibling how to write it.” And the customer is confused, because he didn’t know Jean had a sibling.

If you fall in love, he’ll be so happy for you! Obviously, he’ll be wary of them at first, but he’s such a chill brother. He’ll miss spending more time with you, but he’ll be happy to know you’re happy.

Arthur

Chaos. That’s what happened ever since you two met. Comte might have lots of gray hair now, because of you.

He tries to scare you out of the mansion, but you laugh. He hits on you, you yawns. He threatens to bite you, you bite him first and he yelps so loud, everybody came to see what happened. And when you challenge him to a game, he doesn’t lose but it’s really close.

He is observant and really smart, so he notices fast that he really enjoys your company and wants to hang out with you more, even though he doesn’t see you in a romantic way. You make him feel confident about himself again, like his own writing, and even consider being a doctor once more. He protects you from the idiots and teaches you all he knows about card games, and you actually win twice. That’s his sibling!

You become his partner in crime, but don’t think he lets you do everything you want. He’s actually really responsible when it comes to you. He locks himself in his room sometimes, but when you do it he drags you out and makes you eat something. If you’re sick, he takes care of you and sleeps on the floor beside your bed until you’re good again. Once Isaac tried to bite you when you cut your hand, and he just put his hand in front of Isaac’s mouth to protect you. When you go out to the pub with him and Theo, no one dares coming close to you, they know your brother can be scary when he wants.

You’re going out with someone? He won’t pry much, but he wants to know if you need some advice or if something happens. He knows very well how people can be with their desires, and he just wants you to be ok. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t want you to keep your chastity nor anything like that, he just wants to make sure it’s all consented and protected. Are you in love with them? Oh, that’s nice! He can’t wait to meet them! 

Theo and Vincent

First of all, you can’t become a sibling to just one of them. Theo would be devastated and Vincent would certainly miss his brother. That’d end up with the three of you as a family anyway, so…

Vincent’s been nice to you since the first moment, so it’s not hard to befriend him. But Theo is a different story. He actually just starts to try being nice to you when he sees you defending and helping Vincent with his emotions. You also help him with his work and some problems from his previous life, and he ends up grateful. And the three of you are inseparable now.

Theo likes to hear you talk about the arts from the future, Vincent hears your ideas for painting and likes to use you as a model, and you make sure they’re healthy and eating while working. They have a strong protector feeling towards you, you’re their youngest sibling. 

You're really proud of your new family. The first art exposition you help with is actually a success because you talked so much about your brothers that everybody got curious. You protect them with everything you have. Theo still calls you hondje, but you can’t blame him. You bark and bite anyone who tries to mess with them, and he says he can almost see a wagging tail when they come home, and you greet them.

You start painting, even if you don’t know how to do it. Vincent is patient enough to guide you and teach you the basics. Theo tries to be supportive, but what the hell is that paint supposed to be? If you look upset about his comments, he’ll apologize and give you a stack of pancakes to cheer you up.

May the lord have mercy from the person that falls for you. Vincent is an angel, but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, so he’ll find out if they’re trustworthy before being too nice. Theo is savage from the first moment he meets them. You’re upset with him and he can’t stand it, so he’ll try to be a little nice. Keyword: try.

Napoleon (I already see him as an older brother)

He tried to help you from the first second you passed the door, so you bonded quickly. He has the urge to protect you since you seem pretty reckless on your own. He likes taking care of others; he already has Isaac as a younger sibling, so he certainly doesn't mind having you too.

He helps you get used to this new century, giving you a tour through the city and assisting you with some chores. You help with his and Isaac's school; the kids love you so much that he can't help but find it endearing. You quickly come to rely on him, as it's really easy to trust him. You ask for his help whenever you need it, even if it's as simple as teaching you how to dance so you can go to a ball, and he gladly helps you.

He’s not overprotective; he offers his advice and trusts you’ll make good decisions on your own. However, he makes sure to draw the line for Arthur, he doesn’t want you getting hurt or bitten… Ok, he might want to overprotect you sometimes. He’ll teach you self defense, just in case.

He’ll try not to pry too much if you fall in love with someone, you’re a nunuche but you’re trustworthy. He knows you’ll come to him if you need something or if your heart gets broken — and may the Lord have mercy if it actually happens.

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Any tips on how to write a historical fiction? Like working out the historical placement, economy and the political state of the country, the situation of royalty etc. Love your blog!

Historical Fiction vs Other Historical Subgenres

I wonder if you're meaning to ask about writing "historical fantasy" or "alternate history" rather than historical fiction. Here's why...

Historical fiction is set in a real place, in a real, recognizable time in our history. For example, Melissa de la Cruz's Alex & Eliza follows the lives and marriage of Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler, real U.S. historical figures who were featured in the recently popular musical, Hamilton. If you want to write historical fiction, fleshing out your setting's economy, political state, situation of royalty, etc. is a matter of researching your setting in that particular time. My post Researching an Historical Topic has some pointers that should help with that kind of research.

Historical fantasy can be one of two things: typically, historical fantasy refers to stories set in a real place and time in our history, but with the incorporation of fantastical elements, such as in Marie Lu's The Kingdom of Back which is set in 18th-century Europe and follows Mozart's older sister, who gets involved with a stranger from a magical realm who promises to make her musical dreams come true. Historical fantasy can also be set in a fictional place that heavily resembles a real historical time and place and incorporates magic, but since the emphasis is as much on the historical feel of the story as on the fantastical elements, it's historical fantasy rather than just fantasy. Here, too, fleshing out your setting will come down to doing research, then making your own decisions about how to plausibly differentiate your imaginary setting. You may find it easier to do this after you've fleshed out your plot and understand the needs of your story.

Alternate history imagines a historical place and time in our world but with a major difference, like what if the Titanic sailed through a time portal into 1970s New York. Or, what life in 1920s Los Angeles would have been like if the U.S. had lost the Revolutionary War and the king and queen had come to visit some of their American Dukes and Duchesses. Fleshing out an alternate history setting will require research of the real time and location as well as some educated brainstorming about how things would be different.

Fantasy stories are sometimes set in settings or worlds loosely or somewhat heavily based on our own. In Leigh Bardugo's Grishaverse, Ravka is loosely based on early 1800s Russia, and in George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire, Westeros is loosely based on early-medieval Britain. However, because the emphasis is more on the fantastical elements than the historical similarities, these stories are straight up fantasy rather than historical fantasy. Much as with the other examples, here fleshing out your setting requires research of your inspiration setting as well as brainstorming to determine what you want to change.

Let me know if you have questions about whichever specific one you want to write!

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