Freebie taking? Gimme secs
Note: All of the songs are sfw so don't worry
Here's the fav songs on his iPod
Your OC is walking along and they find an iPod on the ground. It belongs to the OC above. What does your OC think of the music that is now gracing their ears?
- Write either IC or OOC how your OC feels about the above OC's music taste (what they like and/or don't like) and if they would also have songs like those on their ipods. Pick an OC and post a link to a playlist full of songs that they'd listen to (or 3 to 6 links to songs they'd listen to).
- Edit: if you want to post more than 6 feel free but the person below you is only obligated to comment on/listen to 6)
- Edit: if you want to post more than 6 feel free but the person below you is only obligated to comment on/listen to 6)
- Don't insult anyone's taste in music. If your character is the mean/judgmental sort make sure that the poster above you knows that their views don't necessarily reflect your own. Even if the OC is a meaner type, try not to be overly harsh.
- Please warn people if lyrics are explicit (sexually, graphically violent/gorey, lots of swearing, triggering themes like self-harm, abuse, eating disorders, etc.)
- Also warn if the video contains flashing.
- Try to listen to at least a little bit of at least three of the songs.
First person can get a freebie or judge Zakka's music!
When Sotiris heard music from Andrew's iPod, it's a genre outside Sotiris' tastes. Not really something Sotiris would actually try. Though, given to the songs from his iPod, Sotiris can tell that Andrew likes the calmer side of music. The melody and tone gives off a calm and soothing vibe, which can also match Andrew's personality. He tried to understand the lyrics from the songs, and it seems that Andrew is someone who is seeking love and romance.
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Selected Songs inside Sotiris' music player
Γενιά του Χάους - Πόσο Μακριά
Ξεχασμενη Προφητεια - Το Μεγαλο Σπιτι
Metro Decay - Κειμήλια
London After Midnight - Demon
Faith and the Muse - Sparks
Nosferatu - Close
Achi supposes that she could listen to this. Of course she prefers something more brutal and vicious. Although she does have a taste for goth rock and Sotiris' ipod does seem to make the mark there. Demon in particular is an attractive song. Perhaps that one will find a home on her own iPod. Of course, there is the humdrum fact that her daughter has a taste for this style exactly. She had showed the wretched child these sorts of songs. That does put a hamper on her appreciation for Sotiris' respectable music choices. She passes the device back to him, normal she would take it for her own--the price of trusting her--but she likes Sotiris well enough she supposes.
Alright..
Come to think of it, maybe it wasn't a great idea to steal some random lady's iPod. When she'd first seen the thing dangling precariously out of Achi's pocket, it was almost second nature to just nab it and dip. Ciao had been hoping it was some kind of pricy iPhone she could sell to pay this month's rent, but when she'd realized it was a dingy little iPod, she couldn't help but groan.
"Come on, man," she mutters, pulling her wired headphones out of her pockets, "we've got like, fuckin' Spotify now."
Might as well poke around, huh?
In any case, Ciao listens to the visceral, screamo songs with a look of amusement on her face. Honestly, the songs fit what little look of Achi she'd gotten: tall and foreboding, Ciao just figured that she was a cosplayer on her way to a Renaissance fair. Now, though, Ciao was getting less ren-fair and more screamo queen. Which she fucked with in a most severe sense, but she prayed that Achi never figured out her iPod was missing, 'cuz there wasn't a hopeful fate for Ciao at the hands of someone who listened to an artist called VISCERA DRIP.
In any case, she certainly admired Achi's music taste. Definitely a little too edgy for her, though, and certainly not the kind of tunes she'd play at her store. With a cursory glance, she confirms that none of the songs on the iPod are ones she enjoys, and with that, she shrugs, tossing the iPod back on the ground.
Because she's a freak, Ciao carries around a portable CD player with literal CDs taped to the sides of it. She's very proud of it, although the CDs are terribly scratched. Yeesh. Of some of the CDs, she's circled in sharpie her favorite tracks...
- electric relaxation - a tribe called quest
- ultimate - denzel curry (explicit lyrics)
- 7 words - deftones (explicit lyrics)
- dear angel - april sixth
- 9am in calabasas - playboi carti
- i serve the base - future (explicit lyrics)
- original uzi (4 of us) - lil uzi vert (explicit lyrics)
- spit in ur face b - mac wetha (explicit lyrics)
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Heh. That's actually gotten her almost animated. Or, at least, the Isolde equivalent. If that's what it takes to be a great composer, Heron's content to pass.
"Different strokes."
His expression remains flat as ever, but there's the slightest playful glint in his eye: you're cute when you're defensive.
/I am so sorry. Heron is only capable of appreciating boomer music. Unlike me 😤 cool trax I listened 2 them all a few times. I really enjoyed Butterfly and it's gonna be stuck in my heard forever 😩/
Hmm. She says that almost like it's a challenge. The most antithecal thing she could actually listen to is jazz (If Xavier is to believed--there is a long-running feud between the two schools), though he gets the feeling it's not that, either. Pop, probably. Well, Heron can do pop! Provided it is from a decade before he was born.
The first. Promising! Some classic Italian easy listening made even easier by a shimmering psychedelic veneer. The way it ebbs and flows.... this would be great music to lay down and watch a fishtank or lava lamp to, so, in Heron's books, it is an automatic win. Enjoyable/10.
After that, then, the second track is a rude shock. He hears a hip hop beat and skips it immediately. Sorry. 13 seconds of that is more than enough in Heron's opinion.
The Third. The singer is a bit too Michael Bublé for Heron's tastes, but a blusey piano lick piques his interest. Hmm. He does not hate it, which is high praise from him for anything released after the year 1980. There are interesting things happening, in a campy theatrical sort of way, painting with onomatopoeia at every available juncture... Xavier would know the names of all the jazzy shit this guy's doing, but all it does for Heron is keep him engaged until... oh. That's the end. For some reason he'd thought it was only building up to something. He goes and checks out the rest of the album, only to find there is no rest of the album. It's with a slight tickle of existential dread that he continues to the next track.
He's accepted the fact he's unlikely to find anything else he likes on this list by now. It is therefore with an granitey stoicism that he allows the forth track to wash over him. He does not speak a lick of Korean so any lyricism is lost on him.... Wait. That was it? That was like eating a single M&M. In disbelief, he restarts the song. It's so short. The second time through, he's settled on the hypothesis that it was written for an extremely pricey commercial; there's an unsettling cleanliness about it--those stacked up vocals and plucky bass. He doesn't like what it's doing to his brainwaves--he doesn't know what it is, but he's sure a marketing analyst thought very carefully about it and was paid very, very well. From this perspective, he understands why a composer would listen to it--the production itself is bordering on psychoactive. After three listens to he can feel his pineal gland well and truly calcifying so....
...Onto the fith. The 808s are really starting to grate Heron's boomer nerves, he's going to need to go listen to a whole Hendrix album after this to cleanse his palette. Generously, he assumes Isolde is fascinated by the production instead of the music, since, in Heron's opinion, there is no music. This song's got everything he hates: a trap beat, breathy female vocals, and lyrics which annoy him because umm actually you can't have a "fetish" for an abstract noun. He endures this suffering with the peaceful focus of a Buddhist monk until a male rapper inexplicably pops up in a latter verse and he just cannot handle another second of it. Sorry Selena. (heron you suck I love this song 😩)
The sixth. Heron sighs audibly and scrubs a hand down his face. Surely this is a joke. Surely Isolde is trolling him. How could a world-famous composer listen to this? Whatever this is is.... the opposite of music. Everything from the lyrics to the hard melodyne'd vocals to the ultra-saturated bass is turning him off--the only reason he listens to the entire thing is out of a combination of morbid curiosity and fascinated disgust: just how far have these producers strayed from the sacred light. He legitimately feels sorry for this generation. Kids these days need to get off TikTok and go back to doing copious amounts of LSD.
"...You listen to this?" He's not sure which of those words to emphasise, so he ends up, somehow, emphasising all of them. He is impressed in all the worst ways. She's right, he wasn't expecting that.... at all.
Whoah! A scratched up iPod Classic--who knew anyone still even had these things (he's modded it. There's an SSD in it instead of a crusty HDD. Not that you'll know that unless you're listening very hard for the harddrive noises, or, more likely, smashing it on the ground for something more exciting to do than to listen to its contents). Unfortunately, it is full of Heron's boomer music. I'll just warn you now it's really hard to listen to without drugs. You don't need to listen to all of it.
- Manic Depression
- Reap What You Sow
- Four Sticks
- Chains and Things
- Watermelon in Easter Hay
- Moonchild
- The Prophet's Song
- Tarot Woman
- Tomorrow Never Knows
- Pictures of Home
- Empty Spaces
- Highway 61 Revisited
And so on and soforth, guilty pleasures and all. good luck keeping your respect for him after this
⬇ "...I know."
That first song on that list sure is high up on his "most listened" playlist, by the way. Very embarrassing.
By the time she gets to Moonchild, she realizes there is a theme. She ends up having to stop the playlist. "It all feels...sad. Not like, crying my eyes out sad, just...like, tired sad. You know?" She doesn't really like this kind of music, though she isn't the type to actively call Heron's tastes bad...
Kaboodle has a pink original IPod with small stickers covering it, the majority of them being flowers and butterflies, the most notable exception being a sticker with the logo for the show she works on. When she realizes you're playing her playlist and you're at the 5th song, she seems to snicker. You don't realize why until you get to the 6th song...
Bellazhanna taps her chin. Now and then someone will stop by her studio just to have a look, sometimes they will ask for custom fashion designs. Whatever the reason, now and then they forget things--sometimes its something inconsequential like a grocery list other times it's something more panic inducing like accidentally leaving a wallet on her desk. Today it is an ipod that must have slipped from a pocket. She doesn't know which client it belongs to but surely they will be back. She debates listening to it--on one hand she is curious and in need of a good recommendation. On the other it would be terribly rude.
Hours into her work day her own ipod dies, she has forgotten her charger at home. The universe was practically telling her to give the stranger's ipod a listen. Some twelve minutes later she caves and the first song that comes up is by Justin Bieber because of course it is. But this song isn't so bad she supposes. It sort of reminds her of an older Aaron Carter which is to her liking. She wouldn't listen to this ordinarily but it is satisfying enough.
The second song comes on. She grimaces at the first note. While she respects Lil Nas' sense of fashion and style she can't say that she enjoys his music. As far as rap goes the song is rather alright, just not her cup of tea. She likes the music video much better when she searches it up. Song number three is not her taste at all. Since 'Wiggle' she has had a distaste for Jason Derulo. She has heard more than enough 'booty songs' for one lifetime thanks to Clemincine and Meradith.
Reluctantly she changes the song. She promptly switches it. This one reminds her of her ex. Most rap music does. She sighs and shakes her head. It's such a shame that the man managed to ruin an entier genre for her. There are perfectly talented artists to be heard but she can't stomach it when his car seat covers sing over the artists she is actually listening to.
Now Todrick isn't so bad. She actually rather enjoys this one. He does indeed have her attention. She can imagine a wonderful catwalk performance to this one. For this she will opt to ignore her taste for booty lyrics. She will also give him a pass due to his fantastic, fabulous style. She supposes that she will be adding this song to her own ipod later.
It wasn't in Polina's nature to pick up random things on her way home from school, but maybe Tanya's bad influence or Polina's own curiosity got the better of her... So there she was sitting on her bed eyeing an ipod in her hands cautiously while contemplating whether she should finally press the play button or leave it be and try to find its owner. Come to think of it, the item looked pretty expensive with all those small diamonds decorating it and customly painted roses, maybe she really shouldn't have touched it, the owner must be looking everywhere for it...
But listening to a few songs wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
"Huh...interesting..." The girl murmured after the last song finished playing. "They must really like all that 80s stuff, huh?" The girl mused aloud, her eyes still locked on the ipod. Now she was really curious about its owner. The ipod looked so extravagant, she definitely didn't expect to hear something so...chill and relaxing? Basement Dreamer was on more energetic side though...
"Whatever." The girl sighed getting up from the bed. "I should get ready for tomrrow's classes, oh and maybe add those songs to my studying playlist?" And find the ipod owner of course, but that was a thing for tomrrow.
(hope bellazhanna's ipod description wasnt too ooc haha)
Vernon was a music enthusiast, first and foremost; however, if there was one way to describe him when it came to music, it was that he was a bit... uppity.
Not to say Polina's taste was bad, of course! Not at all. It was rather good, actually. He'd never degrade someone's taste; hell, his own taste in music was eclectic and particular, something that some tended to steer clear of. Regardless, to be a radio host was demanding, balancing listeners' interests with requests from taxing callers, so hearing all sorts of different music was his bread and butter. But after the mess that was last night's session, he was perfectly content to hear nothing but the sound of silence as he walked to his car, careful to skip from shadow to shadow to avoid the waking sun.
He had found Polina's iPod close to his car. Perhaps it had fallen out of her pocket, but whatever the case, it was scuffed from pebbles and dappled with dew. Vernon wiped the face of it clean as he leaned over to pick it up, then inspected the gadget carefully. He wasn't very tech-savvy and was far too old-school, so something like this was a rarity to him, and thus working with it was akin to rocket science. After pressing a few buttons, he blinked in surprise when he found it still had life left in it, its screen flickering awake in a bright white light. His headache was keen to bargain for silence, to listen to nothing but the sound of his car as he drove home, but his intrigue was piqued, and he relented with a sigh and dug into his pocket. As he searched for his headphones, he clambered into his car and tossed dead lighters and empty cigarette boxes to the passenger seat, where the rest of his trash was collected. He finally found them tangled amongst his house keys, and after weaving through the wire maze, he settled into his seat to listen.
Much of it wasn't quite his taste, he quickly realized. He was far too old-fashioned for the pop genre, and a tad bit snobby about the fact -- though he would admit that was a bad habit of his, something he should most certainly shake off. The songs had a groove to it, and though he wasn't one for the genre, he couldn't help but nod his head along to the beat. He closed his eyes as he listened, his music-driven mind picking apart each song note-by-note, measure by measure. As he reached the fourth song, his eyes flickered open, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lip as he listened to the twinkling piano tune. He always liked more gentle songs, even if this one grew more complex as the song carried on. It was his favorite of the few songs on here.
Vernon tucked the iPod into his glovebox. He'd have to find the owner -- and he'd have to compliment them on their taste.
(vernon is a radio host and plays trombone in a jazz band, so it's all 70s jazz .... if you dont like jazz..... get well soon i guess /j)
Zakka is meandering down the street whistling and kicking at this particularly shiny rock when she hears the clunk. Heedless to its presence, feet kick the device around. Zakka scoops it up and turns it over. She sighs, the screen is terribly cracked. She hits the power button anyhow and... oh! It's her lucky day! Grinning from ear to ear, she switches out which device her headphones are plugged into. Song one! Funky, upbeat, and fun. She can't understand any of the lyrics because she doesn't speak Korean but who doesn't love k-pop? And this iPod seems to have a lot of that!
Superhuman is pretty catchy too but she likes Chromearts more. Of course when the chorus hits she can't help but do a little dancy walk. What can she say, the song just has a dance-able beat! Maybe she will look more into NCT.
Onto song three! She finds herself beaming all over again. This one reminds her of Horen. She is fairly certain that her best friend does listen to this. Yes, definitely! By the chorus she remembers that Horen had showed her this song the last time they drove together. She enjoys it very much, the vocals are elegant and pretty. And sometimes it is nice to have a more mellow song to level out the party vibes now and then.
She makes a note to share LAY with Horen. The band isn't exactly Zakka's cup of tea but Horen would love it for sure. And she would absolutely adore Zettai Zetsume. Zakka enjoys this one rather well too. The instruments are just splendid. She isn't quite ready for this song to end, but it does and now she is listening to Bewitched. It is spellbinding of course and as catchy as the rest of the songs on this ipod. Overall she is enjoying this venture through a stranger's ipod and maybe their soul. She always had believed that music can really tell you about a person. She can't help but frown though because this person has lost their ipod and she knows that she would be devastated if it had been her. She makes a note to find out who owns this one and give it back. Until then she will go through their whole library!