HIATUS.

ALICE ROSENFELD— Violinist. INDEPENDENT & SEMI-SELECTIVE OC.

[ofstrings-blog]

person: so what are your hobbies?

me: music

person: cool. what else?

me: um . . . crying . . .

[lousey]

[8th-note-boulevard]

*screams in musician*

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vcronicv:

     veronica nodded. the bags were not heavy, indeed, but the woman assumed being polite can do no harm. she continued walking, matching alice’s pace beside her.

     “ nice to meet you, ALICE. “ flashing a smile at the blonde, veronica realized how interesting and distinct alice’s life could be compared to hers. the impression she had of alice was a hardworking woman who has a well-established life, so much different from the unstable mess nic was in.

     as they passed the place across the street, she turned her focus to the shop. nic imagined the young children leaving the place after the class ended with a big smile on their faces. “ that’s nice! the kids must love you! “ it was a fact that kids might be wild sometimes, which was not the case.

     It was true— Alice worked hard, and after some rolling about from job to job, place to place, her lifestyle was relatively stable. Society’s niche of music-teaching was a small one, and she was lucky to live such a life.      But it always felt like something was missing.      Every day was more or less the same. A pattern that repeated itself; a comfort and a tedious routine by turns. Sometimes she ran through the days with VIGOR, grateful for a solid situation. Other times, she felt like a hamster scrabbling about in its little plastic wheel. ( Wake, work, home, practice, sleep. REPEAT. )      Alice smiled. “I hope they do.”

     "—You live around here, too, then? If you were out for a stroll, I suppose it’s not very far.”

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rosesandirises:

“Awesome, I hope it is still around because - as always - ice cream sounds amazing.” The young woman chirped brightly, adjusting her bag so it sat a little more comfortably on her shoulder. “Though I don’t suppose we’d have to walk all that far to find another ice-cream place.”

“Oh come on, that didn’t hurt!” Laughing, the thought that she might have actually hurt her friend suddenly crossed her mind and her expression fell. “Did it?”

     "Trust me, they’re worth the walk. But if they’re not— not there anymore, then yeah, we could always find another one.” Her steps are even ( at a good, steady andante) as she walks alongside her friend on the pavement.

     “No, it didn’t, so don’t you worry. I was playing around.” Alice laughs, and reaches up to flick a strand of hair away from her eyes. “How’s the flower shop going, by the way? Have you decided to buy it yet?”

[gracewins]

Anya Yukhtina

[ofstrings-blog]

I’m sorry for disappearing! My muse is being low again.

[tobreathe-withyou-blog]

He is not just a boy, and that scares me to death. He’s my today and tomorrow; he is not just a boy when he smiles or speaks. He will never be just a boy.

conversation with my parents about him. (via tobreathe-withyou)

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ofburning:

lia knew she was losing control upon her appearance. she was usually so good at HIDING, blending… becoming invisible against her background. but when she had so little energy it was hard to stay conscious, which had the opposite effect of a chameleon. “i actually just came back from lunch, i’m thinking it’s something i ate messing with my DIGESTION.” the skin and bone girl lied, knowing that if she had eaten something, digestion would be the least of her troubles. the brunette had struggled for years with body issues, until something finally SNAPPED inside her. it was starve or not starve, but either way she was sure she’d die.

     Digestion problems don’t make you DROP like a stone in the middle of the sidewalk, she wanted to say, and barely swallowed the words. Did they? Alice didn’t know for sure, but there was a flickering sense of uneasiness caught somewhere between her chest and her stomach. The grounds she treaded were sure to be delicate ones— that she realized, though what exactly was going on was out of her grasp. “Glad to hear that’s— all.”      Alice pressed her own hand to her forehead, keeping it there for a while before she lowered it. This wasn’t really her business, so why was she so concerned?      “I’m Alice, by the way.”

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER

1. BASICS

NAME: Soomin PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers SEXUALITY: I mean, I think I’m heterosexual. Maybe on the questioning side? ZODIAC SIGN: Aries TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single

THREE FACTS:

1. I was born in South Korea, and I live in California now, but English isn’t my first language. 2. I’ve been playing the violin for roughy six years now (but I still suck??). 3. I want to become a Doodler for Google when I’m older! Or an art teacher.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i’ve been roleplaying since 2011. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Google+, Zetaboards and Habbo together, Tumblr. BEST EXPERIENCE: When I was an even bigger noob on Google+ and had no idea what I was doing. All my characters were dramatic Mary Sues that I am now ashamed of, but I ran around and really had fun.

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: Female— I’ve only written one male character before, because I feel like I have a hard time portraying them. MULTI OR SINGLE: Single. Never dappled much in multi-muses, but I have a hard time getting into more than one character at a time.

4. WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Angst, my dudes, Gimme all that angst, though I will screw it up and turn it into some dramatic soap opera scene. I’ve never been in an actual relationship, and what fanfics I’ve read are a little too sweet when it comes to fluff. Also, I’m considered VERY underage, so no smut. PLOTS OR MEMES: Memes. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: It depends. I’ll have a hard time writing long responses, especially because my muse-periods are EXTREMELY short and flighty. But then again, I find short replies hard, too, because I’ll find dialogue alone hard to express the character in?? BEST TIME TO WRITE: Late night. Sad indie music and/or RENT soundtracks in the background. Preferably once all my homework is done, but that’s never happened. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Too much. I’ve been roleplaying for a while now, but I feel like I’m still figuring out how to portray different personalities and mannerisms. All my characters end up becoming slightly shy, sometimes spontaneous artistic-souls. Usually some watered-down version of me. And I find that really annoying? My characters lack variety, and I want to fix that.

Tagged By: @vcronicv! *finger guns* Thank you. Tagging: Anyone that wants to do it is welcome! Just say that I tagged you. But still, I’m gonna offer this to @ofburning, @rosesandirises, and @howdiidwegcthere. This is optional, m’dudes, so if you don’t feel like doing it, you don’t have to.

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HEADCANON #2:

     It’s rather uncommon for Alice to wear jewelry (besides earrings). Necklaces and the like may cause buzzing sounds when playing the violin, and to avoid such occurrences, she usually won’t wear such accessories. So if you see her in a necklace, that probably means she’s not playing anytime soon.

[kevc]

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     because I am complete and utter trash, I made a single parent au verse?? so come bother my smol child and her smol child. he’s like... six or seven and his name is theodore, but honestly? call him whatever floats your boat. call him ted or theo or even teddy. bug him. bug me.      in other news, I am being a LAZY lump? so that means I’m going back to my slow-activity pit to do my hw.

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rosesandirises:

Stepping back from their embrace, Amelia allowed a bright smile to alight upon her features. “You had it in the bag from the start… I told you!” Still grinning, the blonde gently punched her friend’s arm: “Sounds good.”

     "Great. There’s a place around the block where I used to busk— the owner used to request Bach and pay me in ice cream. Haven’t been there in a— in a WHILE, actually. Not since I started teaching. Hopefully they’re still around, because their Rocky Road is heaven.”      Wrinkling her nose, she rubs at the spot on her arm as if the light punch landed there hurt ( it didn’t, but she was in a silly mood ).

     “—Have you started working out, or is this just pure strength accumulated from the numerous times you’ve gotten me in the arm?”

[bllanchettcate]

You sound very old and wise.

[ofstrings-blog]

     My orchestra is having a performance tomorrow and we’re staying there p much ALL DAY? So I probs won’t be on here for a long time (or not at all), guys. Just to let you know! Beethoven is going to turn in his grave when he hears me play.

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rosesandirises:

“Congratulations!” Amelia beamed, pulling them into a tight hug, “I knew you could do it!”

     “I made it! I—I made it— God, I thought they'd to turn me down for sure!”      There’s a hum in her bones, a certain giddiness that leaves Alice lightheaded. All those months of preparation, then the weeks of anxious agony following the audition, and it feels so SWEET, all this weight lifted off her chest. An exhilarated laugh leaves her mouth as she returns the embrace ( one-armed, stuffing the acceptance letter into her pocket ).      “I’m getting both of us ice cream. My treat.”