#guitar secret

[strange-birb]

INDRODUCING: ROY HARPER “ the P U N K” 🤘🤘

Finally finished I actually had such a hard time with him Ngl but I love him

He is backup guitar sometimes lead

Him and Jason had a make out arch while guitar barreling ….. how you ask ? No idea but they did lol

He is super fun with the crowd

Matches Jason with subtle green stiches and jewelry

Flips while solos

Climbs on shit

Upside down I’ve the crowd playing

Smashed guitar at end of show

Neon green strings that light up under black light

JASON

CASS

TIM

STEPH

[steddietogo]

Metal head musician Eddie Munson’s black cat Strider who loves pop music and screams at Eddie every time he picks up his electric guitar.

Strider’s favorite is pop princess Steve Harrington’s newest album. Eddie knows each song word for word (he’ll never admit it)

[gracesaysyes]

some recent adorations of mine

[inkieflame]

Old art from fall 2024

Snazzy. Snazziest man in all existence. I love him :D

Scott Smajor my beloved, with his acrylic nails and sleeveless mock-neck. And the pretty stars ✨

Sigh, I should draw him more often...

[emblablabla]

Intro🦇

Hey my name is Embla !!

im 41🔄

im a huge rammstein and Richard kruspe fan !!

my fav songs: weißes fleisch, bestrafe mich, das alte leid, alter mann and in my tears !!

other stuff i like: movies like titanic, matrix and beetle juice, series (mostly sitcoms) such as friends and modern family, 90s, 2000s and early 2010s, electric guitars (I play but im still a beginner) !!

looking for friends !!

[choco-mooooose]

The way Anya and Loid were strumming I was like “omg that looks like Charlie Brown Christmas!”

And then I realized.

it was a PEANUTS REFERENCE

[leifyposting]

Kaeya stops before the threshold of the studio, just outside the cone of diffused light that falls across the floorboards. 

Within the room, bathed in the luminous gold of the late afternoon sun, Jean picks out a tentative tune on her guitar. 

Jean has terrible posture when she plays acoustic. When she’s at the keyboard, she stands tall and straight, shoulders back, poised enough to make even the most difficult riffs look like nothing more than Hot Cross Buns. 

But here, perched on a stool in the middle of her sun-drenched studio, she curls almost protectively over her guitar where it rests on her lap. The fingers that cradle the neck of the instrument press chords into its wooden body with all the skill of a trained musician and all the tenderness of a lover. 

The tune she’s picking out isn’t one Kaeya has heard before. It’s a little bluesy, a little folksy, almost enough country in it to put the taste of campfire smoke at the back of his throat. As he watches, she strums a chord, hums thoughtfully, and plays the same chord with a minor seventh. The halfway unfinished sound shivers through the space, bringing with it a sweetly melancholic dissonance. 

Jean dips her head as her eyes skim over the frets. Soft curls of golden hair, loosed from her ponytail, fall over her jawline, and she doesn’t bother to sweep them away. 

From this angle, Kaeya can’t see the stormy blue-grey of her eyes: only the feathered line of her eyelashes against her cheek and the delicate bow of her parted lips. 

But he doesn’t need to see her eyes to recognize the tender, tentative look on her face — because she looks at him like that sometimes too. 

Jean’s first love is the piano: with its cool, shining keys that give under her outstretched fingers; the tinkling laughter of its high notes and the low rumble of its low ones; the notes that stretch into the silence, drawn out by the pressure of her foot on the pedal, long after her fingers have lifted off the keys. 

Her second love is the guitar: the electric, which she plays in concert, and its clear, singing reverb; the bass, with its deep, understated warmth, long since given over to Kaeya onstage; and the homey, woody acoustic, only played here, in the privacy of her own apartment. 

Kaeya is not a stupid man, as much as he sometimes pretends to be. He is under no illusions regarding his ability to replace either her first love or her second. 

But sometimes — when she looks at him with that muted fondness in the line of her mouth, or when she falls asleep on his shoulder on the drive back to their tour bus, or when she laughs, bright and breathless and unselfconscious in the adrenaline-fueled haze of a concert — he wonders if she would let him be her third. 

Jean strums a final chord and holds it, head bowed, fingers still and steady on the frets, letting the sound echo through the studio until the greedy, silent air swallows it whole. 

[strange-birb]

Jason🫡 my bb

Jason Todd design for secret band AU. Honestly not too different from typical Jason design. I have him as the guitar player.

Most changes for all of them is on stage lol

His hair I love his hair and playing with the ways to style it!!

He unlike Tim and Steph is going to be in pretty much the same clothing per show(keeps it simple….kinda)

Anywayy I love Jason so much and I just picture him screaming and shredding. I’m placing him at a dimebag level for my own personal satisfaction and amusement……

Part 1. Part2.

:)

[narrative-driven-off-a-cliff]

Will Wood has a shockingly large fan presence on Sporcle.

[vyeoh]

did someone say band au

[cauli-is-awake]

secret life! scott doodle :DDD

except i haven't done digital art in a while and am currently sleepy. but this guy is rotating in my brain and i had to draw him

it's quite low effort but,,, yeah

also his jacket is sheer ik but just pretend he got a lil chilly and has a normal jacket instead

[mermaidsirennikita]

What makes Lord of Ice so fun thus far is that the hero was introduced as the responsible twin in his brother's (bonkers, highly enjoyable) book, only for the last-minute reveal that he actually has crippling PTSD and did some Very Bad Things while fighting Napoleon (Napoleon is SOOOOOOO bad for the collective mental health of Foley heroes, who are always a few fries short of a Happy Meal to begin with)

and he begins again like "FRESH START! Sure, I had a mental breakdown in front of my twin's new wife and thought I was at the Battle of Waterloo or something, but now I'm just gonna chill in my tent and talk to nobody for the rest of my life and it'll be FINE"

except he inherited bestie's niece and thought she was gonna be a little girl when in fact she's a grown (young... age gap is gonna age gap) woman and they Did Stuff before either one knew about the guardian/ward relationship

so now he's alternately having, again, crippling PTSD OR stumbling into this lady in her pigtails (because of course she wears her hair in pigtails) and going "WOW. I AM SOOOOOOOO COOKED LMAO. FML. BACK TO THE WOODS I GO"

while his twin, who it must be said ran a fake cult for YEARS as a part of his "mission" is now the responsible one like "I just think you need a mature relationship bro" when, to be very fair, he was screaming crying throwing up over his wife leaving him on read two weeks ago

[reitziluz]

i survived the worst typing lesson so far. felt as bad as trying to pat your stomach and pat your head at the same time. (i have never been good at stuff like that, never was able to play drums either)

i've also gone through enough keys that it's viable to start forcing myself to type "properly" and it's pure torture because ofc i'm now slow as shit

[titsthedamnseason]

chicago n2! chicago n2! chicago n2! so excited for us to play again, you probably know the drill but leave your surprise song guesses in the tags or replies 💗 and if you’re right you get a shoutout from a tumblr mega blog (me)

i am going to guess stay beautiful and dear reader

[maegorsbignaturals]

Give us more hillbilly au, pls!!! And they 100% live in a trailer park, omg what would King's Landing be in that au??

Grrrr okay okay just because you are asking nicely. Drangonstone IS the trailer park, Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys leaved there when they scaped their parents and adfer some time they managed to get enough money to move to an old farm that was full of mold and it smelt rancid and that everyone was pretty sure the drains of that farm was poisoned. Aegon and Aenys both tried to fix it but failed and it was Maegor the one who maneged to fix it the most of it and paint it of the most lustruous red he could find. The faith is just your ye-old south baptist/christian church, and ceryse is the girl Maegor knew there. She was the niece of the pastor and sings in the choir and leads some program to teach the kids about religion, Alys is the queen of all the small beauty peageants the town holds and ends up having names like the queen of the corn or something on those lines, Tyanna is the weird woman that lives alone in the farthest part of the town that house smells weird and she has like at least seven different animals as her pets and everyone is DAMN sure she does some kind of witchcraft and they talk about her on her back but if they need an abortion they just go to her, Rhaena was the girl who always dreamed of living in The Big City with her (girl) friends and knowing all this beautiful movie places with really high builidings and have long rides on her Blue Vespa (Dreamfyre) in the streets of the big city, but her uncle had this horrible accident and now someone needs to take care of him and his costant headaches and Maegor borderline treats her just as he treated her Ceryse and Alys and it is kind of weird.

After Maegor weird ass dead where he is found on his couch holding a beer and being illuminated by the blue gleam of the Tv with at least dozen flies flying around him he takes over the farm and said you know what i think we can make something with this shit and that is how he ends up doing the greatest emporium of milk products kingislandingtown has ever seen in its entire existence. Baelon and Aemon are your typical Highschool number one football players that could have had a uni sports scholarship but Aemon got tackled really hard during a game having some kind of internal decapitation against Sunspear's community highschool and that took Baelon so out of the rails that he just ended up never leaving the farm.

[alithetiredartist]

not to be overdramatic but in my willow centric human au the emerald entrails are a band