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killer-laurent · 7 months

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Nicolas (Dedicated commission) ''Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.''

#art #digital art #anne rice #fantasy #vampire chronicles #vampire #red #gold #the violinist #nicolas #nicolas de lenfent

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circus-blades · 10 months

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IDV DECORA 🍭🍬🎀

#identity v #idv #idv joker #idv jack #idv ann #idv violetta #idv antonio #idv luchino #soul weaver #smiley face #the ripper #the violinist #evil reptilian #fanart #my art #Circusblades

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crawdraws · 10 months

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posting this before I pick it apart 🫡

#Antonio Paganini #The Violinist #IDV #idv fanart #identity v #art #digital art #my art

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wildragon · 9 months

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Hehe weeee!!!

#identity v #luchino diruse #robbie white #wu chang #xie bian #marie antoinette #antonio #evil reptilian #the violinist #bloody queen #axe boy #wildragon

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Antonio Paganini

@turbulentscrawl screaming wonderwall with me

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Antonio massages the sorest parts of your body (wrists, arms, hips, legs), and would draw a bath for you both to enjoy (def the type to enjoy stay intimately close). If the devil was in charge though, you need to supply the emotional aftercare, yes you may have granted permission but it is taxing on Antonio. Would def cuddle after sex and likes the weight of you on top of him, again likes skin-on-skin contact.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His face especially his nose, has a beautiful profile and he knows it. Hands but like Frederick is a man of his time and would like your feet too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Realistic he has none, his body is technically undead`` So yay no cleanup (sorry ppl who like creampies) but unrealistically I wish he had glowly cum hbfvhbbvbv (devil skin and crescent knight)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is an older man and like Luchino and Alva he pretty open with what he likes (he is this way with your wants too be open about it)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No virgin, there is no way this man didn’t get laid (ps though most of them was when he was drunk)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to be ridden

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Can match your energy with this so if you start giggling he will too (esp for those who are ticklish this is great!)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ngl prob a brush down there and you know it prob soft and you just touching it cuz wow it soft wtf

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Again bounces from your energy

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stress masturbate probably or the devil does it (sir go get your own body!)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Foot fetish, bondage with his hair, spit in his mouth or he spit in your mouth, you pulling his hair

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Okay so if you are in-game with him, he might get frisky but not always but happens, has fucked in the music room (fuck off Frederick!), his or your bedroom

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Flirting can get him good, but so can deep conversations the type where you are genuinely trying to get to know him. There is something very intimate about that for a man whose whole life revolved around his talents and people being fake about their intentions with him. The deep connection gets him going and when you are expressing romantic intentions after awhile that gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Will say devil but he does not have a choice in that manner, it will come out and he hates it. It is complex and he fears one day hurting you-- The devil hurting you but again there is not much of a choice in this.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man, this man’s fucking nose, bye working legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood he can be fast and rough or slow and sensual or between that or a damn tease; maestro just built like that

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends on the situation but not one for quickies (the devil is though)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Because of the Devil’s involvement, you need to expect risks. Whatever Antiono has, he expected to know he will be forced to share.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can go as long as you need him to go

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Use them on him, no really use them on him. I think it important to show him he can be safe and in control while being the one submissive. Show him is safe while using these and constantly be with him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You both need to be unfair but not too much there needs to be an endgame

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Antiono can be vocal, and you might even try to be quiet just so you can enjoy how pretty his voice is

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Looks at that Devil that trying to get in your pants….

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

IT GOOD OKAY (it got bigger)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Antiono has the average sex drive but then you got the hellion that is always ready to go so…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t actually need to sleep but he does relax with you enjoying the peace

#idv #reader insert #idv violinist #idv antonio #identity v x reader #identity v #idv x you #idv x reader #antonio x reader #antonio x you #violinist x you #violinist x reader #antonio paganini #identity v x you #idv reader insert #the violinist #identity v violinist

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soitamulle · 7 months

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nicolas de lenfent for day 11, the violinist

#another experiment in oil pastels #also the first nicki fanart i've made :::))#sorry #thnx armand......#iwtv #iwtv fanart #nicolas de lenfent #the violinist #inktober #vamptober

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moss-loves-the-bad-kids · 1 year

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Sorry for not posting in so long I’ve been in love with Antonio

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onlybeeewrites · 11 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another part to the violinist?? I really loved it!!

Hi lovely! Absolutely! I hope you guys all enjoy part 2 :)

The Violinist: Pt 2

Requested: yes :))

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader ???

Warnings: none

Some information/things I made up for the story so don’t be too harsh :)

(I suggest playing this to hear what the reader was playing to be more immersive :))

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Benedict

The Delaney House was a well known home for artists. It was owned by a wealthy contributor to the Royal Academy of The Arts. This house in particular was not residential, however. No, this house was more of a center of the arts within London.

It was open to all people of all status and from all sorts of lives. Men, Women, rich, poorer. Everyone who loved the arts were welcome. There were singers, painters, actors musicians.

There was singing rooms for people like Siena Roso practiced singing sometimes—or to show off that voice of hers. Or similarly, there were large acting rooms where groups of actors or inspiring actors would gather and practice together.

There were music rooms, private and group ones. These held chairs and music stands for those who would bring their own instruments, in the larger rooms pianos were available.

Then there were painting rooms. Small and large alike for group paintings, or more private rooms. This is where Benedict always went to when he could.

This House was an escape for him, to blend and mingle with like minded people to find inspiration. To get honest feedback about his work instead of his family constantly praising him just because. There he had gotten feedback about his work before, genuine feedback about what he could do instead, ways to improve it all.

It was his escape from the pressures of society, where he had seen such talent from people who had to work for each meal every day. Fantastic work from pig farmers, but hey cannot do much since it is not affordable to be an artist when it does not pay well from lower statuses.

The the beauty of it was that, at the Delaney House, you can. Or at least have an escape where people only cared about your abilities and talent; not how rich your family was.

So there was a sense of relief to know no one would see the second eldest Bridgerton and treat him any differently.

It was a Sunday morning when Benedict had decided to visit the Delaney House, his family usually would not question when he would slip out of the house for a few hours.

He entered the front doors and made his way down the long corridor that led to other halls and wings of the building, like a spiderweb of artists. It was early so there were not entirely a lot of people there, though to the ones he had seen he gave a polite nod of his head.

Benedict was making his way towards his usual painting room when he heard something that made him stop in his tracts. It was some sort of violin music? It was not like any formal performance he had attended. The quick sharp, perfect notes filled the hallway to the right, and drifted presently to his ears.

It was never odd for a violinist os such to be here either, though for some reason this music intrigued him. So he took a little detour and followed the sound of the music. He walked further down the hall until he stopped outside one of the smaller practice rooms where the door was just slightly ajar.

Benedict peaked inside and a grin grew on his face as he just recognized the person playing. It was a young woman, in her twenties. As the mysterious player slowly turned, her face was exposed and he realized he had recognized the young women. It was the young woman who he had seen Elouise talking before his family’s Ball just a week or so ago.

It was the young violinist that had instructed himself and his brothers. For some reason, knowing that she had attended the same artistic building as him made his chest swell. It was like a little secret place, that only they knew about. It also told him that she was passionate about her music.

Benedict watched as her fingers moved carefully against the strings to make an array of beautiful notes that was so different that was usually played.

As she came to the finish of the song, Benedict couldn’t help but open the door a bit and speak up.

“Forgive me for interrupting, Miss. But I heard you playing and your melody is truly enchanting,” he praised the stranger, smirking as he watched the girl jump, clearly all lost in the music she created; Benedict knew how that was.

Y/N jumped, quickly turning towards the voice that had startled the silence that filled the room once she had finished playin the song.

“Mr. Bridgerton! You frightened me, I had not heard you approach.” She said as she caught her breath, carefully placing her bow and violin in her case for a moment. Though while she turned to place her instrument down, it gave her a moment to collect herself from his compliments. “And thank you, that is incredibly kind of you to say,” Y/N said before returning her attention back to the second eldest Bridgerton.

Benedict gave her a look, “you know the rules here Miss. Formalities are barred at the doorway to this building,” he playfully teased her, leaning against the door way.

Y/N then raised an eyebrow, “then why do you?” She questioned

Benedict let out a laugh, “Because I am yet to properly know your name,” he hummed, watching as the realization grew over the girl.

Growing ever more flustered she cleared her throat, “Oh forgive me. Y/N Lyndon. A pleasure to…properly meet you,” she said with an added chuckle.

Benedict smirked and bowed his head, “An absolute pleasure Y/N.” He said rather boldly. Y/N. Y/N. It was a beautiful name. The painter only worried if it would ever leave his mind.

“Of course,” Y/N said as she gathered her sheet music placing it away in her bag that held a bunch of other sorts of music. “I am to assume you come here often? I am not surprised with he word of how good you are with your drawings and paints. I think I am just surprised I had yet to see you here before today,” she commented.

Benedict adored the rather casual conversation. It was like a silent agreement that within the walls of the Delaney House that there would be no formalities regardless of who you were. It allowed everyone to be almost on an even playing field.

“Yes I don’t usually come Sundays, often I attend during the week, usually later in the days.” He explained.

Y/N nodded as she closed the case to hr things. “I suppose that makes sense. I am only here Sunday mornings. It is the only time I am free to practice what I wish,�� she said with a smile.

Benedict hummed and nodded, “I see. Perhaps I will have to start attending Sunday mornings then,” he said with a grin.

“if that is the case, Benedict, you must come rather early. I come when the sun comes up in the sky. Because…” she glanced to the clock that was handing in the corner. “I must be returning home within the hour.” She said, and she could see Benedict’s grin slowly grow into almost a pout.

“Oh truly? You cannot stay just a little bit longer?” He asked, almost like when a child wishes that their mother would allow them to stay up late.

“Unfortunately not this time. I have family visiting from the country and I have to go get ready. Though perhaps next week you can find me at the Featherington’s Ball on Friday. Or early next Sunday,” she said as she passed him in the doorway, a smirk on her face as she playfully brush against the taller man.

Benedict small pout grew into a smirk at her playfulness and almost minx like behavior. He turned and watched her. “Oh truly you can bet that I shall.” He said. Y/N laughed a bit and gave him a wave over her shoulder before walking down the hallway.

Benedict watched, almost enchanted by ht violinist as she made her way down the hallway and around the corner until she was completely out of sight. Benedict never imagined himself with another artist. But then again, he never knew a violinist could be so enchanting. He knew he would be looking forward to the upcoming ball next week, and he knew exactly who to look for.

#onlybeeewrites #x reader #onlybeewrites #bridgerton imagines #cute imagine #onlybeeeanswers #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #open to all #open requests #requests open #x fem!reader #benedict x reader #Benedict x fem!reader #The Violinist #The Violinist pt 2 #musician!reader #violinist!reader

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eldritch-noises · 5 months

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Collect my 8 violins

#identity v #the violinist #antonio paganini #idv violinist #illustrations #digital art

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the-manors-writer · 2 years

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request: not a request, i just wanted to write some antonio lovin’ and this may also count as an apology fic for the inactivity.... <3 -mod orpheus pairing: [antonio paganini] the violinist/gn!survivor!reader warnings: none

antonio paganini

his eyes gazed over the factory, a thrumming beat in his chest. the violinist hasn’t played in a few weeks, he thought to himself. in truth, he was more upset than relaxed, which was the original plan for the break in the first place. antonio was told in passing by mary that the manor had recieved a new survivor, however he had been unable to meet them due to the aforementioned few week break. when he returned, the first chance of a match he could accept, he took it in hopes to see the new survivor. the hunters have had varying opinions and voices related to them and he was excited to see them for himself.

as the sound of cracking glass reached his ears, he began moving down the path behind the sandbag cipher. antonio hummed the repetitive tune, footsteps crunching the grass beneath his shoes as he roamed towards the factory. tinnitus rang out and he peered through the doorway, feeling the smile on his face widen when he saw the running figure of the new survivor. lucky him, with them as first chase.

his hair wrapped tight around the violin and its bow, pulling it backwards whilst aiming carefully at where his note would be sent out. hollow eyes tracked the survivor’s movements, his lips twitched in excitement, and he sent out the first. the second came next, and the red demon’s string injured them as he had hoped it would. antonio made his way through the abandoned property, watching how their figure stumbled over their feet, coughing and continuing to run. he aimed his bow yet again, dark eyes squinted in delight beneath the black strands before he sent out a new string.

though they dodged it initially, they were slowed when they phased through the string, giving the violinist just enough time to catch up and strike them down. excitement rushed through his veins as he observed their figure. they were just... well, some person. there wasn’t much of a shock to their appearance at all, just a natural person in this unnatural setting of a game. antonio felt a tinge of disappointment. he was looking forward to this, but... well, either way, he sighed to himself. perhaps this is just someone similar to the lucky guy? with a shrug of his shoulders, antonio bent down to pick up the survivor, and followed routine of chairing.

he took this time, patrolling around the chair, to observe them some more. there really was nothing that rather surprised him about the newcomer, perhaps just how quickly they were downed, but then again they never did have to go against him in a match until today. it was expected; a sense of surprise and fear. the hunter seethed a cuss in italian as a sudden blast hit him right in the chest, red smoke surrounding him. “you little-” he coughed hard, hands slamming against the grass as he stumbled to his feet, the figure of the coordinator unbinding the new survivor from the chair disappearing from his sight. great. now he had to waste around twelve or so seconds chasing this bastard who had tide.

much to his relief, however, the survivor did eventually fall. a lucky stray note hit them and it was enough of an ‘off guard’ sense for them for the violinist to strike a hit. as he leaned down to pick them up again, he didn’t expect the sudden sting to his back. with an anguished yell, he released the balloons, upper body thrashing a bit to pull out what looked to him to be a glass shard embedded in his shoulder. antonio lifted his head, a glare trying to figure out who the hell hit him, until he saw the survivor from earlier already booking it down the factory.

he blinked.

that was them. that was their skill, wasn’t it? a sort of safeguard from another instant chair.

he felt his grin widen once more, the excitement in his veins rushing back in place. i knew you were more than what you seemed, the demon violinist chuckled as he followed a new trail, leaving you to be healed by the gardener. i can’t wait for our paths to cross once more. little fighter.

[art credit - official art]

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l-e-morgan-author · 2 months

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Today in "I write okay, actually":

The last of the sunrise still hung delicately in the air, as if waiting for him to emerge. He caught his breath, a smile creeping unbidden to his lips. It was beautiful, pale pink delicately patterned on the clouds, with touches of yellow and orange. A clumsy movement might have shattered the delicate beauty, so he was still, staring at its partial reflection in the ocean. He could almost imagine a still, small voice whispering in the quiet: not in the earthquake, or in the fire, but in the silence.

(I'm editing Sparks Under Heaven, which as I edit it now I reckon has about one round of editing to go after this, and I know how I'll edit it--then maybe oneeee more after that of standard print-out-and-edit-on-paper, then just a final proofread perhaps by my sister, who proofreads for PhDs apart from anything else.)

(This specific excerpt is from The Violinist, the story about Victor Craig.)

#sparks under heaven #victor craig #the violinist

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somewhatsad · 4 months

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i got lazy ok??

Reminders! Nyx is 21 and living, versus a 17 and 15 year old dead people so ships between these characters are frowned upon, these characters live in different countries so they have not met and probably won't (unless you do an M!A), Nyx is a proxy the other two are ghosts, below are the refs and explanations!

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nameless-headless · 6 months

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Violinist gossip, otis in the first image belongs to @mewkami813

#the ds just stands for dipshit #overture and the death of the mortal architect #original character #the violinist #violinist #other's ocs #otis

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thennudeknight · 1 year

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This turn out so good tf ;;-;; i just put them together cause... Musicians

#identity 5 #identity v #idv #idv antonio #idv frederick #the composer #idv composer #idv violinist #the violinist #not ship art #frederick #frederick kreiburg #identity v antonio #Fanart

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wildragon · 6 months

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BananAntonio

#identity v #antonio paganini #the violinist #wildragon

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 1 month

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Comfort fic i wrote awhile ago (and need it rn ;w;) inspired by a convo w a friend in the server awhile back

Rated T | Warning: reader is a perfectionist and depression, anxiety, lack of sleep

“You need to sleep,” The maestro standing above you as he has literally dragged you from the study where you were starting to make small mistakes in your practice, he gave you a cut-off time and left to go get the wine he ordered for tomorrow after your performance but when he returned he found barely able to stand up straight and you making novice level mistakes.

“I need to get the last part right, something is missing!” You have been close to him like this before, both intimately, and just because you are rooming together so you are not blushing and shy, you are annoyed he stopped you! He leans over enough to hold himself up with one arm against the wall and his legs between yours giving you no room to escape him. “Please, maestro, I’m going to fail you.”

You must be delirious from lack of sleep these days, so focus on perfection and admit to not wanting to disappoint him. He is not your father, nor that joke of an instructor. No, he is your friend and maestro, currently, he is putting his weight on top of holding you close.

“Antonio!” Struggling, more like a baby fighting to sleep, before you give up and lay there, “Antonio.” His warmth and weight are soothing even though you want to go back to trying to fix your mistakes… You are so tired.

He hums a tune, one of the songs you first heard him play when he was drunk playing on the streets.

Paganini turns his body with you to have you both on your side, his nimble fingers rubbing your neck and back to ease the tension until you are completely relaxed.

The performance is beautiful, as to be expected as one trained by Antiono Paganini says your mother.

You say nothing, you only smile and give small replies to small conversations. The after party is making you nauseous and Antiono is talking to your mother.

You hide outside the rented space in the gardens, you need to breathe and your hand touches the cold water in the water fountain in the middle of the garden.

The music is distant, a buzz that lingers but far enough to settle yourself.

You sit on the edge of the fountain looking at the ground, touching your wetting hand, then shoes come to your view.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Antonio is there with a small plate with a slice of German chocolate cake he snuck out here for you.

“I messed up the ending of the solo.”

“You did fine, (Name).

You take the small dish but do not eat right away, “Only fine.”

“Experience will teach you more as you perform.” The violinist moves and sits beside you, “You have been hard on yourself as of late.”

“You aren't hard enough on me, maestro!” Upset, “That was embarrassing! I embarrassed you…” Yelling at him as you drop the plate as you turn your body toward him and grab him by his shoulders. “I have to be perfect. Like you. Like father—” Head down as you start tearing up, “I'm sorry, Antonio.” Pulling your hands away regretting the outburst.

The Violinist pulls you into his arms, squeezing you in his embrace, you make a sound of surprise before breaking down.

The party goes on, it was never really for you but for your mother to claim she supports you unlike your father. A way to gain favor with a rising star.

The royal orchestra sent you a letter inviting you to join them… You are nervous, Antonio seemed uneasy as he had been the one to read you the letter.

“You are a great violinist, (Name). A great musician in fact.” As you play other instruments in an attempt to be an all-rounder in the field of music. “I can tell you this but you have to believe in yourself as well.”

You nod in his chest, “Antonio,” Taking a deep breath, “Can we go home?”

“Of course, alunno.” The violinist lets go of you as you gather yourself and take a deep breath and fan your heated face.

“Thank you, maestro. For everything.”

#idv #reader insert #idv violinist #idv antonio #identity v x reader #identity v #idv x you #idv x reader #antonio x reader #antonio x you #violinist x you #violinist x reader #antonio paganini #identity v x you #idv reader insert #the violinist #identity v violinist

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