[hollow-head]

A missing scene. Thanks for all the fanart and fic throughout the years, you guys

[its-cleover]

Little Bell

“Paganini - I- I- I can’t go on like this. I need your advice.” I cry melodically.

“Paganini is here, Paganini has no fear, Paganini will write a song from the sound of your tears” he screeched, and before I could stop him he leaped away like a frog towards his violin and perfectly matched the sound of my desperate pleas with a beautiful melody. 

“Paganini!” I cry woefully. “Please! I have a family! I have my whole life ahead of me!” 

Paganini did not listen. He just kept playing, spinning my melancholy into melody, my harm into harmonies, my tears into a tune. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” he croaked to himself. “Yes… It will be beautiful.”

With desperation, I brought out my little hand bell that I carry in case of emergencies.

“DING” the bell rang out - an E flat note. Paganini’s beady eyes lit up like diamonds.

“Hehehehee!” rasped the virtuoso. “Little bell, little bell! How wonderful your sound is! I shall name the piece… ‘La campanella!’”

“Paganini… no!” I’m kneeling now, overcome by despair. “I had to talk to a violist today and I need to know whether or not to find their address and burn it down but all you can do is play music!?”

Paganini paused his frantic playing. “You didn’t mention a violist. I’ll get the matches.”

[lyuzar]

AHHAHAHAAHH THAT'S PERFECT

[lyuzar]

Well, I was drawn to fairy tales again... Now I have a couple of ideas for them featuring Frederick and Antonio. So, to be or not to be: that is the question.

Anyway, the question is, does anyone have a desire to read something like this with all sorts of magical forests, golden kingdoms, cursed birds and other fun stuff, because I need a ✨magic foam✨

[lyuzar]

Based on a metaphor by my friend...

[xeregar]

A small sketch from work. I try to be friends with the procreate but it seems to me that it is not mutual.

Well since I have speedpaint for the first time (look sideye at Photoshop) I want to show it too.

[lyuzar]

Happy birthday, my dear!

Once upon a time, there was a portrait of a young (I think twenty years old, but I could easily be wrong) Chopin in a bathrobe, painted by one of his friends. This portrait has been lost, but, as you can see, not from my mind... Finally, this gestalt of mine is closed. And hey, I'm so happy about his letter!

[lyuzar]

[lyuzar]

Well, almost a painting study...

[lyuzar]

Dedicated to Frederick and his dislike of pearls.

[lyuzar]

And here's a little midnight sketch, because I can. Frederick is sleeping, don't wake him.

[lyuzar]

Okay, I just have to put this somewhere, listen...

Fredtonio silly headcanon:

I can't help but think that Frederick at first thought Antonio was strange with his attachment to the violin, and then randomly and a little unconsciously began to care about it(her) himself. When Antonio is at home, he can absolutely leave his instrument somewhere on the sofa or some other not-so-secure place, arguing that the violin is also at home and nothing will happen to it(her). Frederick just silently moves it(her) to a safer place, especially if he knows that Antonio has gone to get the wine glasses.

Now just imagine Antonio catching him doing it for the first time. With a hint of jealousy, but more questioning than aggression, he states the fact: "You touched my violin." And Frederick simply remains silent, because the phrase "I'm just worried about keeping it(herrr) safe" doesn't seem to fit.

Please think about it.

[lyuzar]

Just share a funny vip frame and ask us to pray together that it will somehow end on its own.

[lyuzar]

It's something out of context, but it's not unlikely that I'll start throwing hedcanons. (I'm also trying to figure out exactly where Frederick's pigmentation is, and this time I'm relying on his last skin.)