#violists

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[Image ID: Four flags using the genderviolist flag template. The first has colors going from top to bottom in this order, light pink, slightly darker pink, middle pink, pink, green, mint green, light mint green, green white, light mint green, mint green, green, pink, middle pink, slightly darker pink, light pink. The second flag has colors in this order top to bottom, black, dark brown, brown, red, caramel, dark orange, orange, desaturated pink, orange, dark orange, caramel, red, brown, dark brown, black. The third flag has colors in this order top to bottom, off white, lilac, indigo, blue purple, navy, blue, light blue, white, light blue, blue, navy, blue purple, indigo, lilac, off white. The fourth flag has colors in this order top to bottom, light yellow green, yellow green, dark green, green, yellow, goldenrod, gold, light gold, gold, goldenrod, yellow, green, dark green, yellow green, light yellow green. End ID.]

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springviolist | autumnviolist

winterviolist | summerviolist

a genderviolist gender related to [season] and being a violist!

tagging @mogai-sunflowers @epikulupu @revenant-coining @radiomogai @genderyboy @cocajimmycola @lovesick-mogai @corbybug and @heart-valentin3 ( if you want to be added to the tag list/taken off of it, you can always tell me :] )

[Image ID: Four flags using the genderviolist flag template. The first has colors going from top to bottom in this order, light pink, slightly darker pink, middle pink, pink, green, mint green, light mint green, green white, light mint green, mint green, green, pink, middle pink, slightly darker pink, light pink. The second flag has colors in this order top to bottom, black, dark brown, brown, red, caramel, dark orange, orange, desaturated pink, orange, dark orange, caramel, red, brown, dark brown, black. The third flag has colors in this order top to bottom, off white, lilac, indigo, blue purple, navy, blue, light blue, white, light blue, blue, navy, blue purple, indigo, lilac, off white. The fourth flag has colors in this order top to bottom, light yellow green, yellow green, dark green, green, yellow, goldenrod, gold, light gold, gold, goldenrod, yellow, green, dark green, yellow green, light yellow green. End ID.]

[astriiformes]

Oh my god. Guess who got into that higher-level orchestra after all.

[murderandcoffee]

yeah tbh I don't think the dude from the letter in episode 4 had any supernatural influence over him. like. have y'all met first violinists? they're just like that

[pinkkbrownie]

By Prince Gaysi

[oh-tobeafrog]

doodles based on this post

[gasparodasalo]

Arcangelo Corelli (1653-1713) - Sonata "La Folia" for Viola and Basso continuo, after Op. 5 No. 12. Performed by Richard Yongjae O'Neill, viola, and Alte Musik Köln on period instruments.

[eaglebow09]

Just a quick sketch for a short 2pg comic probably ink later. Was just feeling it today. Our Rito has many talents it appears. 😘

[luna-naoffcial]

I just decided to post this here XD

[dream-piper]

So I did an art trade with the illustrious, magnificent queen of the hive that is @painted-bees and was given this handsome, but taken, stud Raf to draw from her Hi-Note characters (I may have also read a bunch of very *cough* vivid posts for…..research, yes, research). Soon as I figured out he could play a violin though I was SMITTEN! Seriously, check out her Hi-Note, Wolves of Danu and Woven stuff if you haven’t! (Though I mean, who hasn’t heard of Bee by now!)

Also she gave me a absolutely bangin picture of my OCs (Project Kaimera) that I will be posting later if she hasn’t already heheheh!

Thank you, Beeeeeeeeeee!~

[ratprobiem]

im a violist. of course everyone asks me if i misspelled violinist.

im a violist. of course people ask me what a viola is.

im a violist. of course people forget about me.

im a violist. of course i can't play really, really fast in really, really complicated patterns.

im a violist. of course there's only 5 more like me in my orchestra.

[cielur5ww]

୨🎻୧ ─────・ the violist boy

▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche by chance met someone from the music club, a boy he didn't even know from school. Maybe the beginning of a story.

★ ❪CW❫── amab!reader!violist x scaramouche, modern AU, fluff.

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕Finally, I no longer have a block, I will just throw up this idea. Oh, and it will have other parts, I think... if I don't procrastinate─ It's quite short, I'm really sorry 😭

❱❱ first part

Scaramouche trudged through the deserted hallways, his mind still trapped in the day's frustrations. He observed the fluorescent lights flickering intermittently, casting shadows on the peeling walls and faded posters advertising long-gone events. Each step felt like an extra effort in his battle against exhaustion.

He had checked his phone, and the clock read 3:34 pm, a constant reminder of time lost and pending responsibilities. He sighed resignedly, wishing to be anywhere but in that school, stashed his phone in his backpack, and furrowed his brow. The incident with the calculator in the last class had been the final straw, and Scaramouche longed to escape it all right now.

The corridors, usually bustling with activity, now seemed empty and silent, as if they were commiserating with his plight. Though they were empty because classes ended at 3:00 pm, thanks to a classmate's fault, he had to stay late with the rest of the idiots from the classroom.

How he hated his day.

However, a sweet, melodic whisper broke the silence and seeped into his troubled soul.

He recognized the tune of a violin, and though at first it was just a distant murmur, it soon became an irresistible echo that drew him in like a magnet.

His sluggish pace halted for a moment as his ears leaned towards the sound, as if seeking a source of relief.

Following the echo of the notes, Scaramouche found himself walking towards the music club, a place he usually avoided due to his tight schedule and lack of interest in extracurricular activities. But this time, the music called to him, like a siren drawing a sailor lost in the stormy sea.

As if the sound of the violin itself were a balm for his weary mind.

Reaching the half-open door of the music room, Scaramouche hesitated for a moment.

Should I go in? What could I find inside? But the melody was hypnotizing him, enveloping him in its sweet embrace, temporarily erasing his worries and frustrations.

With a resigned sigh, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, peeking inside. And there, in the center of the room, he saw someone standing with a violin in hand, their fingers dancing gracefully and skillfully over the strings.

The music filled the room, weaving a magical spell that enveloped the space, as if it were trying to capture the hearts of future listeners, or simply practicing to portray something.

Scaramouche stood there, silently observing, as the melody transported him to another place, far from the tensions and worries of his day. For a moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the background sound, letting his problems fade away in the sweet harmony of the violin, that he took greedily.

But it was shattered by the sudden silence that followed the cessation of the melody echoing in the room, as the boy with the violin slowly lowered the bow, his eyes met Scaramouche's violet eyes. An expression of surprise and slight confusion crossed his face upon seeing him standing there, as if he had interrupted a private moment.

Scaramouche felt like he was under an unwanted spotlight, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, as he instinctively stepped back towards the door, coming out. However, he slammed the door shut with more force than necessary, the sound of the slam resonating in the room like an echo of his own clumsiness, as if he were trying to highlight that he was there.

Adjusting the strap of his backpack nervously, Scaramouche hurriedly turned and rushed out of the room, feeling the weight of embarrassment bubbling in his stomach.

Why did he feel so ashamed for being caught in the music club? He wondered as he hurried down the stairs to the school's ground floor. He internally scolded himself for his exaggerated reaction, but still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

He didn't want to face the violin boy's gaze again, nor the awkward feeling of being caught in a moment of vulnerability.

As he distanced himself from the music club, Scaramouche promised himself not to go back in there, determined to avoid any situation that might involve seeing that boy again, even though he had never met him.

However, the image of the boy with the violin and his surprised gaze remained etched in his mind, leaving a lasting impression amid his confusion and discomfort.

He tried to calm the racing beats of his heart and rationalize his exaggerated response.

Why did he care so much about what that violin-playing boy thought? Why did he allow a simple glance to make him feel so vulnerable? Scaramouche felt frustrated with himself for letting the opinion of someone he didn't even know affect his mood.

But it would be alright, because he probably wouldn't see that violin boy again, right?

I had been peacefully practicing in the music club, immersed in the melodies flowing from my violin as I tried to recreate the song I was reading from the sheet music, alone in the room. Then, at one moment, a boy with short, vibrant indigo hair entered.

At first, I barely noticed his presence, but then I felt a gaze upon me and immediately halted my performance, lifting my head.

Our eyes met, and I caught a glimpse of his purple eyes. I watched as the boy's cheeks flushed with a soft blush, likely embarrassed for interrupting my practice. I observed in silence as he retreated out of the room, closing the door with a resounding slam that echoed in the chamber.

I stood there, bewildered by the sudden interaction. How should I feel about it? I had no idea. He was just a stranger who had entered and exited my space without explanation.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts from my mind, and attempted to resume my practice, but I couldn't focus after that event.

So, I sighed, deciding to call it a day with my practice.I set my violin aside to hold its case and carefully stored the instrument, feeling somewhat pensive about the encounter with that stranger.

Perhaps I would never know who the boy with the indigo hair was, but for now, I decided to set the incident aside. After all, I'd probably never see him again.

[ffart2022uwu]

The sadness🎻✨

[astriiformes]

Very much the wrong instrument, but it does still feel kind of appropriate to be finishing today's classes off with orchestra. Gotta fit some music in there somewhere.

[kiki-has-a-cat]

tender june 🎀

[remillaa]

Crossover Ship | Gojo Satoru x Kafka

[living-la-vida-lesbian]

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tim, steph, cass, and duke as an string quartet gripped me and wouldn't let me go. here