#musucian

[thedeviousdevilxx]

Baby doll💗

[birdybirdgirl666]

[vex-iii]

after a long ass time I’ve figured out I CANT FUCKING WRITE MUSIC AND ITS PISSING ME OFF BECAUSE I NEED TO WRITE LYRICS WITHOUT CRINGING— I DONT FUCKING CHORD CORRECTLY OR ANYTHING LIKE WTF I JUST NEED AN INTRO SONG

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: I’ve Got a Feeling We Should Both Be Reckless

Author: helloearthlings

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Summary: Playing gigs across the country was Gwaine's idea, not Arthur's. But he agreed to it, so he has to deal with whatever his decision might bring. And what it brings is Merlin.

[euphoriclusts]

okay, i'm going to continue with my drafts as my muse is alive but if anyone would like a starter with any of the following muses please give this a like and i'll come to double check who you'd like!

julian gibson (matt smith or jacob elordi fc). photographer. bisexual.

lucas taylor (nicholas galitzine or sam claflin fc). primary school teacher. bisexual.

damian riggin (mark mckenna or david tennant fc). paramedic. bisexual.

mackenzie darling (luke thompson fc). socialite / doctor. bisexual.

maria darling (claudia jessie fc). socialite / personal assistant. lesbian.

milo darling (luke newton fc). socialite / social media influencer. heterosexual.

maverick 'ricky' darling (david corenswet fc). socialite / builder. bisexual.

matthew darling (jonah hauer king fc). socialite / writer. bisexual.

mia pillai (simone ashley fc). former cult member / musucian. bisexual.

alistair reeves (sam phillips fc). club owner. heterosexual.

aurelia fitzroy (nicola coughlan fc). socialite. bisexual.

peter cooper (jonathan bailey fc). murderer / con artist. bisexual.

atticus scott (jonathan daviss fc). vampire. potter. bisexual.

cassius scott (kedar williams-stirling fc). vampire. gardener. bisexual.

otto ivarsson (jack lowden fc). dancer. bisexual.

[ratguy-nico]

Forget I wanted to include this in the Jingle section of Genuary Robot/Jingle

I really hope Gene becomes and amazing rock/pop star musucian but as a second best carrer path is definitely them becoming a Jingle writer for silly commercials

I know they would love it

And hey, they have the talent

By the way I'll never get over the "They make a cute couple" and Bob like "They are certainly standing next to each other" XD my man was brutal

[hunting-songs]

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

oc asks: character design edition! Inspired by Song of Horror, I really like the idea of Senritsu beeing a paranormal investigator with the loveraftian early 1920 aesthetic, because the Sonata of Darkness as a cursed Music Piece born from a dead persons only wish to hurt others and spreading into the world by using the Musicians passion to master the beautiful song until they can´t resist and play it (dying but also cursing others in the process and spreading it by survivors learnign the song by ear as passionate musucians themselfs), does fit so well in such setting.

Senritsu lives in the Manga in the early 2000th (The Manga starts in 1999 and in-universe it is only 2001 as of the current chapters), so I like the idea of putting her a 80-100 years in the past, which is not that much in the past that she would move througha complete different world but still far enough int he past that she would need to use her keen hearing differently and her way of researching would change: As in - there would be no mobile phone she could just grab to call colleagues and she would not be able to use the internet or the apps on her old laptop to read research for her so she would need to find other ways to do her work with her raging dyslexia. Design like she would very much just be based on Carl Larsson paintings:

[hunting-songs]

Although disorted and almsot sounding like a bees buzzing, Senritsu could hear Kurapikas heartbeat singing along his words in the last voicemail and she had to hide a quiet laughter over hearing his amusement, sudden impatience and a faint melody of happieness that was barely hearable but still there. The woman saved the voicemail on her mobile phones safe to make sure she could listen to that sweet melody if she felt not well and than sended an answer in a teasing little humm: 📲 "You will see."

Around an hour later Senritsu finally got back to the mansion. The silence of the late night welcomed her like a thick blanket, promptly muffling her breathing, the rustling of her cloth and even the squeaks of the old woodenstairs beneath her feet into silence. Making any sound, even if it was just er own breathing, felt wrong as if she was disturbing the silence and Senritsu automatically fastened her steps towards Kurapikas office. The woman knocked, then went inside the room after hearing no reason to not do so. Kurapikas heartbeat was curious, and despite the heavy tieredness still singing that amused little song that strokena round her ears warmly and for a moment Senritsu just stood by the door, enjoying the song. The second of her just listening ended much too soon, yet the woman did not wanted to let the other wait so she just fished out a small flask with rosemary-massageoil out of her coatpocket. Senritsu shaked the small flask in her hand, winking playfully: "Thats what I got." She held up the flask and than nimbly as if the flask was just a simple coin she threw it from one hand to the other with the schooled hands of someone who had grown up and was raised by thiefs and robbers. "My mother would use massageoil to take care of musclecramps or to make people relax so they could easier fall asleep and I do not know why" There was a amused smile curling aorund the musucians dark lips and she tilted her head to the side with a teasing shimmer in her dark eyes, showin that she very much kne why. The flask was swung in the air, swirling wildly which made the green glass shimmer like an emerald, before Senritu cought it in one hand easily: "but when I saw the oil in the drugstore it made me think of you." There was a blubbering sound dancing sweetly through the quietroom as senritsu shaked the small flask playfully to make the oil inside gurgle.

"Its not the same as my mothers self-made oil but-" She lifted the little glassflask, tapping her short, uneven and chewed- short nails against the glass with a quiet but for her very loud clacking: "-I am very confident I can give you a mhmm...carezzando back -massage so your back will not start loudly creaking like a 90-year-old doorhinge whenever you straighten your back. And yes, your back indeed sounds like that when you had been sitting at the laptop. Somtimes it even 100-year-old-doorhinges." Grimacing a little when remembering that noise Kurapikas spine and backmuscles did everytime he stood up after work that on good days sounded like old doorhinged and on bad days like deathscreams, Senritsu just shaked her head with a rueful smile. It worried her. She did not wanted him to be in pain or feel uncomfortbale. And she did not wanted to annoy him with her worry. Then she winked up at the other in all good humor and tapped the fingers of her free hand in the air as if she was pressing the keys of a imaginery piano: "So how about you take off your shirt, lay down on your stomach" Her dancing hand pointed to the couch by the wall,beore continueing the unhearable song: "- and I pretend your back is the piano in the music-room to play the most armonioso song on, mhmmmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]

📲 I bought something for us to use together.

Senritsus voicemail was short and ended with a amused humm of a chuckle that was eventually drowned by the noises of a busy evening in the city. Than, a few minutes later another voicemail arrived: 📲 Well, for you to use, I am just the one who is doing the fantastico magic. I figure you are as always not planning to sleep?

This time the chuckle was very hearable in the womans voice, although in this moment it sounded a tad too ruefully than actually amused. She was still and very hearable worried for Kurapika.

Sexy texting

Kurapika's phone screen glowed as he received the messages. The entire mansion was dark, the entrance hall and hallways barely lit with dim light and the reflection of sunlight on the moon coming through the windows. It was all quiet and silent.

Kurapika's eyes wandered from the papers to his phone, smiling softly at the sight of the nickname on the screen. Taking a few seconds, he replied with a voice message

📲 : My apologies, I haven't finished reading this agreement yet and Light wants it reviewed and corrected. But you've piqued my curiosity, pajarito, what did you buy?

Putting the phone aside, Kurapika tried to focus on work again, though his mind kept going to her message. Moments later, he sent another voice message

📲 : I hope it's worth it because I can't focus thinking about your message now

There was a soft tone of amusement in his voice along with the last words of his message

{ @hunting-songs }

[salvatore2]

[chrismas-81]

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[semioticapocalypse]

Ken Rigan. Bob Dylan and Patty Smith. 1975

[::SemAp Twitter || SemAp::]

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Unpopular opinion, wish I could see more original content here, and less 'politics'... 😕

Let's pick up, where Deviantart had left off, sometime around 2017!

[conanngray]

musucian meme -> [1/5] music videos people watching (2021)

[hunting-songs]

Pokkles honest question about her believing the fortuneteller made Senritsu laugh in all good humor and, shaking her head, she just lifted a small hand and let her short fingers dance to the echo of the showmans heartbeat of greed that was still hanging int he cool air around them: "Mhmmmm, no I do not believe him. But I happen to share a background with showmen and crooks. Its hard to make me believe something, when I know the mechanics and techniques behind such a burlescamente little scam."

There was still a laughter dancing in her throat- more because the encounter had turned Pokkles worrying lamenting heartbeat into a confused melody that sparked up occaisonally in irritation."No, you do not look miserable.", the musucian just winked in all good humor: "You however sound appenato."

The fairmusic swallowed her little joke and the Hunter just chuckled to her own. Senritsu had to bite the inside of her cheek to not start to snort unelegeantly when Pokkle offered her his fist, so instead she only chuckled and gently bumped his fist with her own before following him into the tent. Inside it was so loud that the noises of people talking and laughing, drinkinglasses clinking against another, and heartbeats mixing into a loud storm, formed into a wall that struck Senritsu hardly and she had to hestiate for a second to adjust to the sudden loudness. She had already been cursed for a few years, but it felt still new and uncomfortable. Like a new shoe pinching ones toes with the pain never going away always felt uncomfortable, so she still needed a tad too long to adjust to it. Squeezing her eyes shut and open it again as if she tried to fight back a migraine the woman pointed to a free table and walked over to it, although her smile had turned tiered by the time she sat down with Pokkle.

"Oh no, you will have to share your food with five more mouths. I apparently will need any food I can get, considering that infernale number." Still chuckling honestly amused she patted her belly and winked up to the other jokingly. She gave one of the waiters going through the tent a handsignal and ordered a portion of chips: "I better start now gaining some proper winter-fat and have something to eat to the drinks." The chips were brought to their table after just a short time, just as the drinks and Senritsu happily indulged in the fries, although for now she left her glass untouched. The scent of alcohol was still too fresh in her nose to not make the scars on her arm itch.

"...so considering your question Tompa is still taking part in the exam?" The woman sounded not at all happy about this. SHe chewed a little too long on the fries to make it appear naturally before she continued. "Yes,", Senritsu grimaced as if she had bitten on a our fruit by the memory- she had grown up with traveling people and it was a unwritten rule that every stranger was welcomned for a meal and a place to sleep as after all the life on the road was hard and when the traveling people themself got the role of strangers they always wished to be met with Xenia themself. She had expected Xenia from Tompa and payed for it bitterly: "-as ruvido as it is to my pride, when I first took part in the Hunterexam I was greeted at the exam-place by that man, di gala took one of his juicecans, shared it just as di gala with my friend because you share your drinks with your friends, and than spend the next two days in the bathroom and the following three days in bed while recovering from that." Pokkles change of heartbeat made her look up and she just smiled gently, waving a fry at him: "No need to sound so pitying, I took my revenge one year later. I would consider us mhmmmmm...quit pro quo, so to speak." Although the young womans voice was gentle and kind, she couldn´t help but listen to her own heartbeat spark up ina lie: Senritsu was still bitter about the fact that a stranger betrayed her this way. She was still bitter that the one rule she had learned of her people to welcome and offer strangers hospitabily was turned against her so harshly.

"Nothing serious- We caught him before he could get to the examplace, knocked him out and locked him in a public bathroom so he would miss the start fo the exam. The worst thing that had happned to him that time was that he had a bruise, but that-" was taken care of by my Hatsu. Senritsu did not said that out loud, after all it was the secret test of the ones becoming Hunters to find informations about Nen, seek out a master and learn. Her short fingers tapped a playful little melody at the table edge and she avoided the topic just as playful: "-mhmmmm....lets say I am a soothing person for most kinds of problems, including bruises."

The woman placed her round chin on her hand coyly, a knowing smile curling teasingly around her stark fronteeth. In the candlelight warming the tent the little reflection in her dark eyes looke dlike a mischievous wisp ready to pull a clueless wanderer into the bog: "Since you know his name, you perhaps have a similar story to tell about your adventures meeting him, mhmmmmmm?" [ @warlordarcher ]

Fortune Teller Meme for Pokkle! xD Yes, I came here to bother you

A mysterious self-proclaimed fortune teller approaches my Muse and says they can predict their partner and number of offspring. Drop a name into my inbox and l generate a number 1 - 10 to determine how many children my Muse is supposedly going to have with that person (by blood, adopted, or otherwise). 1.One kid. + 2.Two kids. + 3.Three kids. + 4.Four kids. + 5.Five kids. + 6.Over six kids. + 7.Twins. + 8.Triplets. + 9.Quadruplets. + 10.Quintuplets ! I’ll post my Muse’s reaction, too!

The carneval consisted of tents that in the heavy night looked with the warm lights inside like torches lining along the meadows of the city-park. It was loud- there were people laughing in the tents, there were people talking and yelling outside, there was the honking of cars on the street surrounding the citypark, there was the buzzing of electrcity swelling on and easing like the citys heartbeat. And between all those noises the woman heard somethign else. The melody she had heard before. The memory that had worried her because she had sounded the same after she had failed the Hunter-exam the first time. Following the melody like a rat would follow the pied pipers flutemusic the Musician did not needed long to find Pokkle between the tents. In the liht falling warm and bright out of the tents aroudn them the grass beneath looked almost as black as the sky above their heads. It was warm, for January it was very warm, and the loudness of the busy carneval around them seemed to heat up the air even more.

"Pokkle?" Senritsus voice was as gentle as a lullaby when she reached for the others sleeve: "Your name is Pokkle, is it?You passed my exam-phase yesterday, that phas with the birds. Do you remember?" her short fingers tapped, tapped, tapped the melody she heard against her thigh. That melody that worried her so much. That melody that made her follow him. Softly, as if he was made of glass, she lay a hand on his arm: "You left so suddenly when you did not passed this phase today, I was worried-"

"You two will have many children together." The voice belonged to an old mans tepping out of one of the smaller tents with his eyes fixated on Senritsus hand on Pokkles sleeve. He appeared so suddenly that the woman almost jumped up and she pulled back her hand, laughing suprised. Pokkles heartbeat was just as startled- it was a flutterign sound like from a bird in a cage. The old man rose his hands dramatically as if he needed to calm a crowd- he was short,only a little taller than Pokkle, and his white hair was braided to a long braid that swung over his chest like a decorative fringe on a precious piece of cloth. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension, she heard something else. "...mhmmmm? Excuse me?" The Musicians hairless eyebrow rose high up her forhead, accompanied by a confused smile.She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness.

"Five to be more accurately. Five children, one after another." Senritsus hairless eyebrows had by now wandered so far up her head they would have disappeared in her hairline, if she still would have hair fully covering her head yet she did not said anything and her smile continued to grow longer. As if she was a confused bird the woman tilted her head to the side, blinking one time, two times, three times. The carneval around them never becam quieter- music, laughter and the distant noises of the city danced through the warm aor Automatically she shaked her head- for one over the fact that a stranger was saying this, that a stranger was saying this about her and a person she did not even knew, and also because this number of children was just ridicilous. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. "Its visible on the long line on your hands, look-" the old man took their hands and promptly the Musc-hunter heard a sharp spark in Pokkles heartbeat like a suprised yelp. She looked up to him, smiling calmingly. In the warm yellow light falling outside from the tents entrances the lines on the inside of their hands threw black shadows deep like canyons when the old man turned their hands up to hold them next to another: "The line leaving your hand" ,he nodded to Pokkles a little bigger hand: "- continues on hers perfectly matching when you hold your hands next to another. And when you put your hands onto another-" Biting the inside of her cheek to not start laughing out loud the Musician listened to Pokkles reaction whent he old man placed his hand on Senritsus and automatically she tapped her thumb at the side of his hand, tapping a calming melody heavy from her aura: "-those lines mirror echother. Yes, it is a very good sign, you are made for another." The old man stepped back and Senritsu listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. A Eagerness for money. And just when Senritsu finally recognized that eagerness, the old man moved his arms to show the entrance to his tent before which a shield with the prices for handreadings were put up very nicely lightened by the warm light falling out of his tents entrance: "My tent is always open for lovers seeking out advice for their future life." Senritsu heard Pokkle opening his mouth to answer and she stepped in promptly, with a amused laughter that sounded as sweet as chimebells: "Thank you very much. We will seek you out later after-" her short finger pointed to the tent from which laughter and the clanking of glasses against another echoes out like the sweetest melody, dancing into the cool night on the warm light shining from the tents entrance on the dark, almost black grass. The old man, very much aware that if the guy serving the people in that tent was earning money, he as a part of the carneval was earning money too, just bowed his head in a hinted, mystic bow that clearly was even without Senritsus keen hearing that showed by the way his clothes rustled, studied in like an act.

The fortuneteller let a curtain fall over the entrance of his tent and gently, softly, as i she was worried to hurt the other if she moved too fast, the woman pulled her small hand away from Pokkles- the melody was still there, that melody that was worrying her, that melody she had followed from the exam -location to this place: "Mhmmmm, my apologize I happen to not have enough room in my calender to take fourthyfive months off work, since I need to return to the next phase of the exam eventually. But I can take off around a comodo hour. If you want us to start with alloweing me to buy you a drink, that is." Senritsu just shaked her head with a laughter in all good humor, a laughter that was almost completly drowned by the carneval music hanging thickly in the air, a laughter over this very strange encounter and the idea of having children with a personshe did not even knew.

"You know when I did not passed the exam at first try, I sat down with my best friend and we drank the whole night. That was however a week after failing the exam, because my friend and I were...." The woman grimaced as if she had bitten on a sour fruit and she remembered the man who had handed her and Ask lemonade. The smiled on her round face was rueful, almost agnoized, almost plaintive: "...bound to the bathroom so to speak. Anyway-" She looked up to the other, winking up at him encouraging- Senritsu knew how the other felt. She had felt the same. She had felt the same and it had been the worst she had ever felt in her life when suddenly everythign she had worked for, everything she knew she needed to be, seemed suddenly unreachable from one second to another. She had felt the same and she had needed a friend to support her at that time. And because she knew how the other felt, she could not stop a worried line from appearing between her big, attentive eyes as she added with a gentle humm as if she was talking to the wild fluttering bird that his hertbeat sounded like: "-drinks on me? Better to go hog wild now, becaus apparently someday we need to nobilmente step up and be responsible for five fieramente little what-ifs." [ @warlordarcher ]