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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 8 months

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Professor Benevientos notes cuz I spent way too much time thinking about this AU

Donna

- sticks mostly with @shortstrawberry’s AU which originally inspired this

- Botanist and Toxicologist professor, teaches both undergrads and grads

- Still a doll maker that does it as a hobby, takes commissions at her own leisure online for extra cash

- In charge of the greenhouses, she designs the labs in there too

- She’s also conducting her own research in there for her PhD

- Is usually very on-top of students, she’ll reach out to students she notices not doing well in the class and do her best to assist in their success

- Surprisingly prefers teaching toxicology, but that’s mostly because she gets to work with Claudia for those lessons

- Workaholic, she’ll drown herself in grading papers or reading research papers and needs constant reminders to eat

- Most students are intimidated by her lol

Claudia

- Trauma surgeon and a licensed family doctor, she works these during weekends and holidays

- She teaches Anatomy and Physiology, as well as Biochemistry every other year

- Also an instructor in the organic chemistry labs if she can fit it in her schedule

- In charge of the cadaver labs

- Mostly teaches undergrads

- A pretty laid back professor, she definitely has the belief of “you’re paying for this, you’re choosing to be here, and you choose to do well or not”

- That doesn’t mean she’s an unfair professor. She is constantly reworking and reorganizing lessons and exams to make them as fair and educational as they can be

- Tells the best stories if class finishes early. She has the most students that remember her and bond with her out of the sisters

- Sews in her free time, loves making outfits when she can find the time

- Loves bothering the fuck out of her younger sister in staff rooms and meetings (Donna secretly loves it)

Bernadette

- Psychology and Neurology professor, works as a licensed therapist

- Helps with Donna in the greenhouses

- Mostly teaches grad students

- In charge of the Anatomy and Physiology labs

- Has a fair approach with students, she’ll reach out to those who are struggling but doesn’t pursue them

- Use to be on the board but has stepped down since then to make more time for her family

- She will take runs on campus between classes, sometimes Claudia joins her

- The heaviest tea drinker between the sisters, almost always seen with a bottle or flask

- Donna often weaves flowers into her hair and she’s not taking them out for the rest of the day, she’ll rather spread dirt and petals and insects around campus than throw out a flower her baby sis gave her

Angie

- human in this one! Claudia’s daughter

- She’s studying music at the campus, hoping to make it big like movie scores or video game soundtracks

- The building the classes she takes are close enough to the buildings her mom and aunties teach in so she often stops by to visit them

- Definitely privileged- she gets access to back offices and free stuff- especially when Donna is around

- Knows the guitar from her mom, got taught the piano by Bernadette, and both her and Donna learned the violin together. She’s self teaching herself the drums.

- Knows the loopholes around campus rules and abuses the shit out of them

- If there’s a new rule that’s added to campus, it’s because of her

- Doesn’t dorm, she lives with her family- it’s free food, rent, transport, and she doesn’t have to do chores most of the time- why wouldn’t she? (The real reason is that she loves them too much to leave but you won’t hear it from her)

- But she does have a group of friends who are all musicians and all dorm together so when she’s not home she’s with them

#resident evil village #resident evil #donna beneviento #bernadette beneviento #claudia beneviento #professor au #professor donna #angie the doll #angie beneviento #headcannons

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thequeenofterror · 2 months

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hi hi everyone! formally announcing that song sunyoung's fc is now miss im jinah ♔ while i adore park jiyeon, she's not as active in the industry anymore and i'm limited on what i can use for 2024 visuals and such. having nana as a fc gives me a lot more room to play with while also keeping that foxy eyed nature to the muse! aside from obvious physical traits, the only other difference to note is that now sunyoung's fashion style will feature a more prominent influence of preppy/sporty looks. other than that, everything is the same! i'll also use this opportunity to list down some wanted connections/plots! now that i've had the chance to plot with most of you amazing people, i have a better idea of my muse and what i'd like to write for her. below the cut you'll find timelines for both parts of the event, as well as some general non-event related plots i'd love to get to! tysm for being incredible all of you btw i'm in love with every single muse and having so much fun!!!!!! ily all ♡♡♡♡♡

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 —

02:00 PM — arrival at the midas resort 02:00 - 09:00 PM — open for plots ! 09:00 - 10:00 PM — banter with han wonbin after yoojin's announcement 10:00 PM onwards argument with jin yohan on the way to the lake

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 —

05:40 PM — arrival at the mansion 05:40 - 07:00 PM — open for plots ! 07:00 - 07:15 PM — argument with zhang xiaotian by the pool 07:15 - 07:30 PM — moment with kim seunghan in the library 07:30 PM onwards — banter with lee sowon over dinner

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

family connections — sunyoung has two younger brothers that i'd love to use as a way to tie families together! the middle one was born in 1995 and hates sunyoung with a fiery passion, works for the immigration policy division and was never recruited to the club; the youngest one was born in 2002, looks up to sunyoung and is a 2024 chessmaster looking to be a civil court judge one day. perhaps your muse has relatives that would be dating/married to one of them, or got entangled with them at work in any way?

perpetrator — during her initiation days in 2013, sunyoung was quick to form alliances with a couple chessmasters and create a divide in the group. as a result, during a trial, a "rival" chessmaster caused an "accident" that resulted in a hand injury for her and set her off on her path of revenge and general bitchdom. would love to have someone take up this role!

human rights — sunyoung has always been an activist for human rights (funny, i know), and she was elected president of the snu human rights committee three years in a row, 2014-2016. throughout the undergrad program she would organize surveys, affirmative actions and projects to discuss and mitigate discrimination and sexism in the university. i would love to have some fellow students helping her champion the cause - or on the other hand, they can find her activism shallow and bothersome!

paganini who? — sunyoung plays the violin and loves classical music. it would be an adorable meet-cute of sorts if your muse walks in on her practicing one day as it's a rare opportunity to witness her softer side! (yes it does exist, shocking!)

favors — sunyoung knows everyone and plays 4d chess with herself to try and place people in positions that will boost her own power in the club and beyond. as a result, she can make almost anything happen for you by talking to a guy who knows another guy - but for a price, of course.

more favors? — it's also very possible that sunyoung one day overplayed her hand and failed miserably, and now she needs to run to your muse for help. she'll owe you big time and hate every second of it, but she won't let a debt go unpaid.

#ooc.zip

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queenqunari · 8 months

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No “results only”, you must confess to something

#about me #specific poll #I’m a wee manic rn and wanna talk about myself and this way I can include everyone

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sailorspica · 7 months

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reijean hitchannie college band AU headcanons that may not lead to fic form but i feel strongly about because i did undergrad at a huge university with a prestigious music school where everyone was depressed + i've been giffing kids on the slope (2012) w reiner's seiyuu + the given akihiko/haruki reijean agenda:

all the warriors grew up playing classical music w/ varying degrees of parental pressure, for example mr leonhart is a violinist and annie's first and forever teacher so maybe she maims him here too (he's like jk simmons in whiplash); karina is into classical music as a status symbol

by contrast hitch and jean know how to have fun. hitch learned everything from youtube, jean's mom let him quit piano lessons as a kid so he came back to it on his own when he realized it was cool/thought it could get him girls (it doesn't) (inspo: nick cave)

annie (lead/rhythm guitar), hitch (vocals/rhythm guitar/octave pedal "bass"), jean (vocals/keys/bass), reiner (drums). reiner would do bass if he had sukuna arms

reijean meet in intro to audio engineering which counts as a science class for some reason, form the band after roping annie into their final recording project; annie's an undeclared part-time student who mostly works

first they try marco as rhythm guitarist but he is too jazzy and cannot wrap his mind around rock tone, annie is furious (low stakes version of trost; sounds derogatory but marco just looks like a jazz guy)

hitch is a business major who thinks music is a hobby, kinda yasu from nana energy. annie recruits her after overhearing her teaching/berating marlowe before he absolutely bombs an open mic night

hitch is an acoustic girlie (dark ukulele past) but annie and jean take her shopping and she picks a danelectro stock '59

annie plays a jaguar bc of her short fingers, she's some combo of lindsey jordan / luna li but also j mascis

reiner's favorite drummer is karen carpenter, deadass

hitch is the least disciplined which equal turns teaches them to relax but incites rage, annie and jean lock her in a room w reiner bc this bitch cannot count

everyone sings but especially hitch and jean, the vibe is michelle zauner and craig hendrix; i think they hype up the other two who are very self conscious

main songwriters are annie and jean, jean finds jazzy chords that hitch hates

annie was concertmaster of her arts magnet high school orchestra until mikasa showed up and the worst part is violin is mikasa's like, tertiary instrument; now they are ex-gf roommates

opera singer mikasa ruins lives, she is kissing kissing mezzo historia in boy drag (inverse girl armin) in uhhh idk la clemenza di tito

ymir is probably a drummer in a nu riot grrrl band, root of her frenemyship with reiner, also i think she's trying to steal annie and/or hitch

reiner is a cello performance major who became interested in rock percussion after hooking up w eren; eren's taste is incredibly lame, he likes like, dave grohl

eren and mikasa both did piano lessons as kids and she forces him to be her accompanist most of the time, but he and jean tag in and out ever since eren gave himself gamer's carpal tunnel before mikasa's first jury freshman year

jean is Not a music major but he makes money as music majors' accompanist; he could be studio art? or something "reasonable" (a la the MPs, business school hitch), like cybersecurity

annie and marcel = violin, pieck and bertie = viola, reiner and porco = cello

bertolt is living studio ghibli whisper of the heart in italy

for the first half of undergrad reiner lived with marcel in place of porco bc that little shit felt smothered by the galliards bUyINg a whole apartment for their boys, but when marcel graduated pocco moved in and uhhhhh evicted reiner, who thought he had saved enough to make it on his own by living rent free but uhhhhh karina stole it

uhhh pieck looks like my first gay crush (a violist opera singer) so let's say she's studying abroad

point is, reiner is isolated through no one's direct fault, really, besides pock; annie is his closest friend in town and she's such a tsundere about it. he lived on her and mikasa's couch for a week but will never return because it was too awkward even for his broke ass

#my aot fanfiction is: post-rumbling political criticism and/or pushing my hobbies onto blorbos #anyway #hitchannie #reijean #my wip #my headcanon

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communist-ojou-sama · 1 month

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As my undergrad violin professor would so often say with a grimace: давай.

#before you typecast he's Moldovan btw

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 1 year

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trying to figure out this lab schedule is making me feel so stupid and embarrassed. what was i thinking alternating monday/wednesday and tuesday/thursday weeks. what kind of a schedule is that. i should have just said can i do mondays and wednesdays from the start. because i don't even want to come in on fridays since i don't really have to. i don't know why i've made this so complicated and now i feel like i've talked too much about it that i'm either confusing or annoying my grad student because it's not like she doesn't have other projects or things she's doing and i feel like i'm intruding all the time and it doesn't help that there's this huge language and culture barrier between me and the whole fucking lab i always feel like i'm walking on eggshells all the time being (1) undergrad and (2) southeast asian american and im just. fuck this i want to catapult myself directly into the sun

#and like me figuring out this whole lab schedule is the damn linchpin of my social life this summer #because without a definitive 'i come in on these days and at this time' i can't tell my violin teacher when we can go to the violin shop #i can't message my birthday twin so we can get the junior high friend group together #i can't message all the other people who i want to see and talk to because i haven't talked to a lot of people since at least 2019 #on top of all this i need to sort out and arrange furniture for the new apartment and organize the stuff that's already in my house #oh and i need to graph my data that i've been collecting since february that's been chilling in my usb #i feel like laughing hysterically or crying. god im so overwhelmed #like actually i want to ask someone if i'm being too pushy about my lab schedule or if i'm being annoying because i FEEL like i am #like I KNOW she's got her experiments to run without having an undergrad underfoot like GAH i feel like such a fucking BOTHER all the time #and yeah maybe i do have my head up my ass about this but at the same time...............#im dramatically posting instead of actually tackling the issue myself which is. in character tbh

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sucrosette · 9 months

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★— ⋆｡˚ [Things Missed]

For Day 26 of Carry on Countdown 23, Angst @carryon-countdown

Basil's finally ready to talk about the accident and Simon's there to listen, of course he is, he's not about to walk away.

Rated T for themes, language, & trauma talk.

This is part four of the Nurse/Lawyer AU. Just one more to go - I hope you enjoy. 🖤 [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3]

⋆｡˚ BAZ

Some days, I really miss the hours spent feeling my fingers stretched over the neck of my violin, plucking swiftly over the strings. I miss the feeling of the bowstrings reverberating noise under my strokes, the effortful, emotive playing that pushed me to sweat with effort. I even miss sitting my chin over the chinrest and just holding position in anticipation of playing.

I can still play, beautifully even, but I’m not the soloist I once was. I might have been playing sonatas in music halls across all of Europe at one point. I was good enough, I was more than good enough. I can’t do that now.

I usually manage ten to fifteen minutes before my bow hand starts shaking and my neck’s screaming for relief. Oh, there are workarounds, sure. I’ve tried the extended neck braces that eliminate the need for the chin rest. I’ve used the mobility bows that have the wrist straps, removing the need for my grip entirely. It’s just not the same though.

I had fifteen years of playing before the accident happened. It was a lifetime of habits I had needed to unlearn and repackage and… it’s not that I couldn’t have gotten to my old skill level with enough time, enough practice, but… I started to hate playing. I don’t want to hate playing, but every time I’d fuck up a simple chord progression or hit a note wrong or fumble due to relearning, that feeling would surge up inside of me. My body still wanted to play the way it knew best, and I still wanted to let it, and every time that urge clashed with the need to relearn it would put me back a whole day, sometimes more.

It hit a point where even just thinking about practicing would make me nauseous and angry, so I just stopped. I don’t want to hate playing. I love my violin. I focused on my physical therapy instead. I went to therapy. I got to the point where I am now and I changed course.

I switched to law school.

I cried a week over the decision and I had to speedrun undergrad but overall I’m better for it. I don’t hate my grandfather’s violin every time I look at it. I don’t feel frustrated just existing in a room with it. I don’t get jealous of other violinists who play half as well as I do for having just the slightest mobility advantage over me.

I can hold my bow again, position my violin and play my heart out for a full ten minutes without dropping anything or shaking and botching my play. I might not be able to do some of the more complicated pieces I once did, but what I can play, I play perfectly, just the way I remember, just the way I like. For ten whole minutes, it’s like I’m no different than I ever was, and I find that beauty I make in music and let my violin sing for me. She’s my oldest friend. I can’t hate her.

When Simon first hears me play, it’s a bit of an accident. I don’t really play for people anymore, since I can’t play long and sometimes I have to conclude a piece early when I start to feel my body react, so of course it’s a bit of an accident. It’s just my sisters I play for when I play for people now. Otherwise, it’s just me. I play alone and let myself have my memories of what once was and I put her down to reminisce another day. We share a peaceful relationship, an old friendship, but it’s not something I feel most people particularly need to witness. I aim to play alone.

It’s not that Simon doesn’t know I still play, he does, I’ve told him. Besides, she’s seen the violin, she’s seen me rosin the bow and tune my instrument. She got me a custom rosin case for it for my birthday, the very first we’d spent together— Simon is more than aware that I still play.

it just feels intimate in a way I haven’t quite been ready to share. Fifty-fifty odds I’ll cry at the end, or even halfway through. I like Simon seeing me strong, confident, and maybe a little cocky. I’ve been vulnerable, of course, I met him freshly stabbed and all, but this is a different thing.

So it’s a bit of an accident. Simon's been stateside for a friend’s wedding— she’d been her best mate in school— and I’m not expecting him home that day, let alone these ten minutes of the day I’ve chosen to play. I could've gone to the wedding with him, but I thought maybe meeting someone the week of their wedding might be a bit presumptive of me, especially with our relationship being fairly recent. Besides, the caseload at work’s been busy and I’d’ve had to fly separately, Simon's invested in his tickets an era ago and I don’t particularly want to fly over the Atlantic alone. I’ve offered to take Penny and her husband-to-be on a cruise together at some later date and we can get to know each other then, when they’re not so busy with pre-wedding and during-wedding and post-wedding.

Simon tumbles through the door about two minutes after I’ve started but I don’t hear him. He’s still at the door when I finish. Thirteen minutes later. I can feel my hand aching a little but my neck’s doing alright, so I’ll take that as a good day. I blink over at Simon, realizing he’s really there as I carefully settle my violin back into her stand.

“You play beautifully,” Simon says as she closes the door, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I blink back the way ears in my eyes. It takes me a minute to find my words, but I shake my head to tell him that he hadn’t. I find my confidence and breath and ultimately find it’s not uncomfortable for me to have Simon seeing me play. That’s a relief. Unsurprising, ultimately, but no less a relief. “You’re early?”

“Ah, yeah,” Simon answers as she kicks off her shoes. I’m already moving to help with his bags while he explains, “Pen’s already on honeymoon and originally I’d wanted to stay over to see some sights but I just missed you so I checked to see if I could catch an earlier flight and here I am.” She does a silly little wave of her hands and it makes me impossibly bloody fond.

“You missed me that much?” There’s a touch of teasing there and Simon punches my arm for it, but he doesn’t use any strength to do it, and just sort of scrunches his nose in annoyance.

“Of bloody course I did, you prick. It’s been a whole week already…”

I hum as I follow Simon to our room, helping him unpack when we get there. I pause to nudge his side and when he turns my way I catch him in a kiss. “I missed you too.”

It’s an easy admission. “Of course you did,” Simon says it like it’s obvious.

it is obvious.

We work through unpacking him in relative silence, a companionable quiet that tells me both how tired he is and how happy he is just to be home. I’ll ask him all about everything after he’s gotten some sleep in him, reset properly from the jetlag over some food. I’m just as happy to have Simon home again too. I missed existing with her the last week.

“I’ll let you hear me play again,” I say apropos of nothing, except I can still hear those words in my head. You play beautifully.

I know I do. Or I knew I did.

The declaration stops Simon midway from tossing his dirty wash in our hamper, but only for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, whenever I play next.” It’ll be tomorrow. I play almost every day, so long as it’s not a snow day.

“I’d like that,” He answers with a soft smile, “I’d like it a lot.”

I love this about Simon. He’s just so bloody understanding. I don’t understand how he doesn’t press or complicate or assume anything. We just finish getting through his unpacking and collapse into our bed and cuddle close.

I think he’s fallen asleep already when his voice catches me off guard, but maybe I’d been the one closer to sleep. “Are you gonna tell me about it?”

“Not tonight,” I know exactly what he means without asking, “But soon, probably. After you tell me all about how the wedding went.”

Simon hums and snuggles in closer and I melt around him, letting myself relax with him, letting myself feel how much I missed him. I can feel Simon melting in my arms too. I’m too tired for anything else, he’s too tired for anything else, and it’s so bloody easy for us to fall asleep like that, tangled up in one another.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

He doesn’t tell me the next morning, not after all the talking I can manage on Pen’s ceremony and dress and everything. It’s a lazy morning. He called in to work from home (“No court days?” “No court days.”) and we slept in and stayed in bed hours longer and I still had three whole more days off work. I’m not in any rush to find out, I’m just happy I’ve gotten to hear him play now.

I ramble on and on about the States and everything that I’d missed about home and weird little language differences and all the things Pen had gone on about herself during our downtime. I think Baz might know her better than he thinks with how much I talk about her, but I’m not mad he didn’t come with me. I just missed him.

I don’t ask. I don’t need to ask. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.

I’m happy to linger in lazy mornings like this forever, if he’ll be here with me for them.

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I keep thinking I’m going to tell her, and then I don’t. I keep thinking I should bring it up, but then I don’t. It’s just such a bloody happy day and I’m such a greedy, selfish sap. I want to keep it a happy day. We deserve more happy, lazy days.

I do play my violin for him, just like I’d said I would. I only just make it through about eight minutes today, but Simon smiles so beautifully for such a simple piece.

I’m going to tell him, I know it, just not today. Today I want to keep his smile just like it was when he woke up, refreshed and comfortable after a week out of our bed. I want to keep her just like this forever.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

It’s about two weeks later when Basil wakes up in a cold sweat next to me. It’s not the first time I’ve witnessed his night terrors, we’ve lived together far too long by now for me not to be at least a little familiar with them, but normally he goes through the motions quickly enough that I barely have time to comfort at all. This time must’ve been particularly visceral. I sit up beside him and he still hasn’t budged an inch, except to curl in on himself. I touch carefully, brushing my fingers through his thick, dark hair, brushing his bangs aside so they don’t stick to his sweat-slick skin and hum.

I hum whatever he’d played me last. Something by Bach, I think, but I’m not good at classical music. I am learning, a little, but I still can’t tell Beethoven from the Greatest Showman and apparently the latter is a musical, not a classical composition. I’m learning. Baz smiles whenever I get something right.

He unwinds enough to roll himself over and into my arms and I wrap him up like I’m a security blanket made just for him.

“Bloody nightmares…” His voice comes out in rasp, dry and angry, but I don’t push, I just hold him like that until he stops shaking, until his breathing settles out against my chest.

I glance at the clock. Twelve more hours till work. I can nap after this all settles if I need more sleep. I have time. “Think you can sleep again?” I ask it as gently as I can manage.

Baz shakes his head against my chest, but it’s alright, I just keep humming while he sinks deeper into my arms and the tangle of blankets around us. If there was less time, I’d even call out, but there’s plenty of time.

“I think I want to talk about it.”

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I’ve surprised him, I can tell. His mouth is doing that little ‘oh’ thing that she only does when she’s caught off guard. Maybe that’s fair, I haven’t talked about for long enough that maybe she was never truly expecting me to, but I have wanted to.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

He presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat and it brings me back to my senses enough to encourage him to keep going. “If you’re ready.”

Basil hums again and nods along, “I’m ready.”

I press a kiss to his temple and wait. I have time. I can always wait where Baz is concerned, but he doesn’t make me wait long. It spills out in chunks, but I fill in the blanks well enough. Trauma’s like that, I know, sometimes memories just don’t come back clean.

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I was twenty when it happened. It was winter break and I was driving back home for the holidays. The road had been slick from the storm but it was only a four hour drive, a little longer if I went easy, and I always go easy when I need to. So I’m headed home and thinking about what to get my sisters in the meanwhile and not at all worried about the process of getting there.

Of course, it was never me I had to worry about. A truck twice the size of my little Beetle comes hurtling down the opposite side of the road at a good twice my speed. It must’ve started hydroplaning at the exact right moment to cause him to swerve right into me.

There’s no time to react, no time to brake or swerve or anything at all.

There’s only the truck’s blinding headlights on a collision course straight for me.

I can still feel the hear the sound of the metal crunching together in front of me. I can still feel the pressure of the airbag going off against my face, against my hands. The way my arm had hit the center dash and turned blue almost immediately. The whiplash from my head flinging back so suddenly, the wrongness in my neck.

Simon’s petting through my hair as he listens to me, taking everything in, kissing my forehead again, and then pulling back enough to pull my hands up to kiss them too. She’s patient through it all and it’s not until the lull in my story that I realize I’ve been crying. Just a little. Just quietly while I go through it.

I lose myself in the realization for a moment, thoughts dissipating into nothing. I’m not sure where I was in the story, or where to pick up, it’s just all sort of a blur anyway. I let myself have my tears about and Simon, my sweet Simon, kisses my tears away and holds me closer through it.

“Is that what your nightmares are about?” Simon asks when my tears start to slow and I’ve worked myself further out of that ball of stress.

“No,” I answer, and it feels a bit silly, but also not at all. “My nightmares are… they’re about the first time I picked up my grandfather’s violin, after I’d supposedly healed enough to try again, and I dropped it.”

⋆｡˚ SIMON

Baz chokes when he confesses it, loses his voice halfway through the word dropped, but his mouth still forms the word it. My skill in lipreading fills in that blank too. “You don’t have to say more if you don’t want to, you know. It’s okay to be done talking.”

He hums low and shifts our hold so he’s more holding me now, wrapping his legs around mine and practically clinging. I don’t bother to resist. I don’t mind comforting him like this either. It’s plenty comfortable in Baz’s arms too.

“I don’t think there’s much else to say,” Baz breathes out when he finds his voice again, “If there is I can’t recall right now.”

I nuzzle his chest and tangle us up that much more thoroughly. “It’s alright, love… if you want to talk more later, I’m always here for you, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I love you.”

⋆｡˚ BAZ

Simon quiets in my arms after that and I can feel my exhaustion creeping up again. I press a kiss to her temple and let my thoughts drift away from my nightmares, from my spotty memories, from the little Volvo I had once loved so much. I suppose it saved my life that day, gave it’s own for me. If cars have souls, I hope it's thriving somewhere.

I let myself drift to thoughts of Simon, of our life. Of the time we’ve had together so far, of the time we’re going to have together. I think of his soft hair and softer marshmallow scent. I thought it was a perfume or cologne at first, but no. That’s just Simon, sugary sweet.

“Hey, Simon?”

She murmurs her own soft, unintelligible acknowledgment against my chest and I can tell from the weight of him that she’s drifting back off already.

“Thank you,” I say into the mess of her hair and she makes a happy little noise. Her own of course, anytime, always, without the mess of words. She makes me so bloody soft, so bloody comfortable. “I love you too.”

Simon’s little noise repeats itself and I can feel a smile crack my lips, just a little bit even after all the emotions thinking about the accident can give me.

“Rest well, love,” my words fall soft and Simon’s already gone, and I think I can manage the same. I think, probably, without dreaming terrible things all over again.

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #there's more of this to be posted #Bigender Nurse Simon Snow (He/She)#Lawyer Baz Pitch #soft snowbaz #emotional hurt/comfort #tw: car accident #alternating pov

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every-moment-a-different-sound · 2 months

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Hellooo, 🎁 or 📏?

hi aj 💜💜

thought i'd do both!

📏 How tall are you

i'm 5'5", or about 166cm. perfectly average, but everyone in my family except me is over 6 feet tall so i see myself as short.

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

definately my violin! my parents bought me my current one for my 21st bday- i'd been doing my undergrad in music on a £70 beginner violin and bow at the time 😬 had it 14 years now and i love it to pieces.

#ask game

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dittydipity · 2 years

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layton music propaganda go!

short little list of some specific minutiae in random layton tracks that i have feelings for in no particular order:

folsense (live): the wistful/melancholic calm vibes of this live version are SO good i used to put this on and fall asleep to it all the time. anyway the claves on beat 2 of every other measure in the second half that starts at 2:35 <3. specifically the second one that happens at 2:46 that is ultra crisp

the looming tower (live): the accordions are so dramatic and the violin soloist goes OFF!! the beat being made by what sounds like a cello/bass player on the side slapping the upper bout of their instrument (i forgot what that technique is called) and being able to hear the bass strings rattle from being plucked.. 🤌

puzzles reinvented/puzzles 3: one of the two tracks that got me through my assignments in highschool/undergrad i'd put this baby on and i'd be nonstop productive for hours it was crazy. anyway there are 2 ostinatos going on at the same time for most of the track, one being that phrase in the beginning that keeps going in the upper register and the other one starting a little later around 0:20 in a lower register, which creates that feeling of time ticking and passing quickly. there's the allegro version of this that plays when you gotta GO and so it has the 2 ostinatos right off the bat to have that extra gogogogogo feeling. also the movie was so based for using this theme for the first puzzle + the lead up to this track playing is so good it's one of my fav moments in the movie

puzzle battle: the puzzles reinvented melody at 1:10-1:23 right before it loops

don paolo's theme (live): the fact that it's purely an accordion duet and you can hear them switching leads from left to right w headphones

the village starts moving: the accordion in the back holding the quiet drone note the whole time that gives the track that unsettled unresting feeling (the nonstop chords that keep the beat + dragging accordion melody with longer notes help w that too)

the mobile fortress (live): one of the hugest glow ups from the in-game track to the live rendition!! the acoustics in this studio/hall that they're recording all these live versions plays so well into this; the slight echo effect just adds to how large scale this part of the game feels. the part at 2:22 especially is rightfully terrifying! also i really like the addition of the wood blocks. anyway it is such a shame that they had to edit it down to the in-game version so that it would fit on a ds cartridge😔

london 3 (live): my beloved… the way it starts off with a solo violin (+vibraphone) and then a solo cello joins in at 0:27 and then the rest of the orchestra comes in at 0:48 with a soft cymbal roll. the feeling of intimacy contained within that beginning section……… also the added winds and the sustained horns near the end that sound like loss and grief (to me)!!

about town, plvsaa: one of my fav plvsaa rearrangements.. the little xylophone in the back that kinda goes tick tock tick tock is what does it for me bc the whole piece got its instrumentation changed up but the xylophone is like a call back to its roots in the original version

the research facility (live): occasionally hearing the accordion soloist pressing the keys bc they are SO into it to the point of almost doing hammer-ons

theme of the last battle (live): each next higher register section of the orchestra progressively coming in after each phrase at the beginning

case select, lbmr: the vibraphone run at the beginning from 0:06-0:08

investigation, lbmr: the other track that got me through my high school and undergrad homework. the wacky guitarish synth in the background starting at 0:41 that is actually used a lot in the ost in general to almost create a beat similar to beatboxing

rumble!: the occasional washboard + the triangle on beats 3,4 of every other measure + tambourine on beat 4 of the other measures.. silly

pl1 ending theme (live): the whole thing but like specifically the occasional little snare drum rolls that sound like a march.. i listened to this when i graduated and it made me cry

special mention to these minigame tracks:

toy car

toy train

the fish they make me smile :]

these are just a couple random tracks, this list def isn't everything i could go on forever!!!!!

if you have oddly specific things in music you like too please share them w me!! i'd love to hear :]

#ramblings that got me accused of being a music major #this is a layton music appreciation blog #professor layton #.d

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