#jazz bard

[aurelion-solar]

Remix Rumble Unit Art - Battle of the Golden Spatula (CN TFT)

[fantastictalesofadventure]

𝗦𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗥𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗚 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝘅𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘀𝘁.

[miss-sheepy]

Session 4 drawing! Ciel the bard plays a tune to try and calm down Whisper after a hectic premonition nightmare 🎵

Nightmare in question

[jazzintown]

it's 2 am and yet another fic has degenerated from being a silly little thought to 3k words and counting. This time? Nameless Bard being somewhat Orpheus from Hadestown (hear me out)

[dracomeir]

Just 'cause I'm really intrigued by this (and more or less tempted to draw..) do you have any designs/references for your Renegade Detective AU gang? Could help to also ramble a bit on their world and setting, even if you don't write it out. Always cool to get info about these fellas, might even help you brainstorm on plots and such for later whenever : )

Luckily for me, this is literally the only AU I have planned start to finish. I could write a whole essay, but I don't want to drop everything at once right now. :3

Also to anyone reading this, spoilers but not really since all of this would be in the prologue/chapter one, and I'm like 70% sure I'll never write this fanfic, but still.

So I'm lazy, and can't be bothered to redraw OG Pico into what Soft Pico is wearing, but that's basically what the uniform of the SCF (Special Crime Forces) is. This squad was created with Detective Pico as its leader, and they deal with any crimes where demons are involved. Forensics scientist Darnell wears a purple shirt. He's also the one who creates weapons, sprays, tranquilizers, and any other means of self defense that are effective against demons. Criminal analyst Nene wears pink. She gathers intel from less legitimate sources, keeps an eye on the black market for items of interests, and helps Pico determine what a suspect's next course of an action could be. She also tore the sleeves off of her blazer since she gives no fucks, and the higher ups can't do shit about it since Pico and his crew are the only one with the balls to deal with demons.

Pico is the only one of the trio to have dual pistols. One is a black one called Noir. He uses this gun for humans, and other creatures that don't require magical means to be harmed. His runic pistol is white, and is called Blanc. BF gave this to him back in college, and its enchanted by magical runes that allow him to harm demons, or any other entity that can't be harmed by non-magical means. He is considered a renegade in the force since he will break protocols/the law, and disobey orders if it meant saving the lives of others. Due to him and his squad being the only ones capable of dealing with demons, he hasn't gotten fired for his insubordination yet.

I quickly drew BF's design since I never drew him in full yet, but just imagine him with his usual hair, and pants matching his vest. The lines on his horns represent his energy level. This energy is required for him to live, and incubi/succubi can regain this energy by simply seeing certain thoughts/desires of those around them. Unfortunately for BF, he is unable to gain the energy he needs like others of his kind. This is due to an arch demon punishing him with a curse for betraying the clan, and preventing them from killing Pico, Darnell, Nene, and other students at college. This curse harms him if he doesn't actively block out the desires of others, and the only way for him to regain energy is to take the souls of others, killing them in the process. No one else knows about this until way later in the story. This demon attack on the college was also the reason why BF was forced to drop his human illusion, and his use of charm magic in combat causes Pico to jump to the conclusion that the incubus charmed him to make him fall in love, and breaks up with him. With the bad reputation of his kind at this point of time, BF had no chance to explain himself.

BF doesn't see Pico again until a few years later where a new program that employs demons as emotional support was made. This program is an attempt to improve the reputation of demons, and to show the general public that not all demons are a threat. With the help of the ginger's father (tank dad, yippee!), BF convinces the ginger to put an anti-magic bracelet on him to prove that no magic will get in the way of regaining his trust. He also cooks for him, plays his saxophone for BGM despite Pico's annoyance, and helps him fight demons once the detective trusts him enough to not use magic on him or his friends.

To give you a better idea what BF and Pico's dynamic will be like, here's a short dialogue exchange between the two of them when the ginger trusts BF enough to use lower level magic. A level of magic that allows him to see the thoughts/desires of others.

"Thanks, Pico. I promise to only look when I really need the ener- Wait. Why is your head empty?"

Pico simply shrugged in response despite knowing he had protection against the magic BF was using.

"Has your standards gotten higher since we broke up? Is my ass too small? Too big? Is my chest window not big enough? Is lean and muscular not good enough for you now? Do I have to work out?" He looked at himself in the mirror. "Actually, fuck everything I just said. I'm perfect the way I am. Still though, there's a hottie right in front of you, and you don't even have the smallest dirty thought of him?"

"Hm... Maybe you're not trying hard enough."

"Excuse me? You have no fucking idea how hard it is," he gestured to himself as he walked away to question his abilities as an incubus. "To look this good. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to... Do maintenance on my saxophone."

The moment the door closed, Pico chuckled to himself. "Fucking idiot."

Edit: I forgor that Pico wears reading glasses.

[dndcharactersinfo]

College of Jazz Bards by CamunonZ

[nanamimizz]

lamb, tell me about your journey, any thoughts you've been thinking since playing the game 🎤

HELLOOO JAZZ ‼️‼️‼️ i love this ask so bad ive wanted to progress a little further before answering and to flesh out my character 🫡

FIRST OF ALL ‼️‼️‼️‼️ LOVE THIS GAME LOVE THIS GAME SO BAD ‼️ there is so much to do i really dont have the words but here is my character + her interpersonal journey ‼️

my first playthrough follows venlahne (VEN• LAH• NÉ) whos a cleric of lathander, of the light class. she comes from the coast, is not from baldur’s gate and instead is on a pilgrimage to find the Blood of Lathander and to rebuild the Rosemary Monastery. The only reason why she was captured is because she literally took one step through Baldur’s Gate and got SNATCHED. venlahne however is special, as she is been in constant contact with her god and sees the world through his eyes as an acolyte.

she’s a regular degular do gooder, with a penchant for picking up anything she can find even from the dead. in death there are new beginnings that includes items whos owners have passed on (they - especially astarion think this is just her rationalizing the looting.) but despite being a good person she sometimes butts head with others over her religious beliefs conducting her morals and choices (astarion and shadowheart and lae’zel especially)

now. This Is Where It Gets Complicated.

in the lore of dnd the god lathander particularly hates the undead as he sees them as abominations to the living (the act of dying is sacred to lathander as all mortal life has its course so the act of rejecting this through necromancy or vampirism is an afront to him) but the person that they r romancing is astarion the vampire. this is because lathander is also the god of youth, hope, and new beginnings. when venlahne grows closer to astarion she feels as if he was denied his youth, the foundation for one’s death so she loves him through that lens and wants to restore his freedom and later undo his vampirism.

a huge part of her story is learning how lonely she is when no longer under the veil of being the Morninglord’s chosen and astarion slots perfectly into the missing pieces of her life as she does in astarion’s !

[addictedtothesound]

Watch "MEGS’ VILLAIN SONG - I Won’t Say I’m In Love (but it’s villainous) | ANIMATIC | Disneys Hercules" on YouTube

[aurelion-solar]

ILLBEATS Illaoi, Maestro Jhin, Jazz Bard, Hyperpop Lulu & Ziggs - Legends of Runeterra Splash Art

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

Live Footage: John Finbury Teams Up with Bruna Black on Breezy and Soulful "Chão De Nuvem"

Live Footage: John Finbury Teams Up with Bruna Black on Breezy and Soulful "Chão De Nuvem" @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron @cantabrunablack @GreenFlashMusic

Andover, MA-based Grammy and Latin Grammy-nominated drummer and composer John Finbury spent his teenaged years playing in rock bands at New York’s The Bitter End. Finbury went on to study classical piano, music theory and composition at the Longy School of Music at Bard College and at Boston University. Back in 2014, the Andover-based musician and composer released The Green Flash, a four song…

[yourworldiseternallycomplete]

had to make an emergency new character for dnd LOL but i love them

[scrambleddragonegg]

cat! jaskier who was at the witcher tournament but got cursed human by a mage and finally makes it to kaer morhen only for vesemir to recognize him (he was hiding with geralt so when guxart and vesemir got out of jail he met the old wolf) and be so pleased that one of guxart’s kits are still alive (other than aiden) and jaskier just melts into a puddle right there and then because finally someone recognized him again since even his own brothers and sisters didn’t (they would have, he was scared)

vesemir: you’ve grown quite a bit since the tournament, kit

jaskier: *unintelligible whining*

geralt: *confused pikachu face*

geralt: wait JULIAN?

jaskier: it’s almost like i introduced myself that way???

lambert: so we’ve all got cats except for eskel, huh?

vesemir: *grumbles*

eskel: AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT I’VE HEART THE STORIES

aiden: you’re alive??? YOU BASTARD?!

jaskier: *jazz hands while he dodges throwing knives*

ciri: wait so you’re a witcher?!

jaskier: i mean… not really anymore?

vesemir: yes, he’s a witcher. he’s always been like this, so i’m not surprised he ended up a bard too

ciri: both my dads are witchers?!?!

geralt: *spits out his drink*

jaskier: cirilla, i’m not—

ciri: tell me you’re not my dad, i DARE you

jaskier: you’re worse than aiden how is this possible

aiden: so i hear i’m your brother now!

ciri: *accepting that she made the family tree wonky by forcibly adopting jaskier* but you’re also my uncle since you and lambert are together

jaskier: wait then is lambert my son-in-law AND my brother-in-law?

yenn: that was the case before ciri made you her other father, but yes

ciri: *about to drop the biggest bomb on them* thanks for agreeing, mom!

yenn:

jaskier:

geralt:

jaskier: well, you were my wife before geralt was my partner

yenn: that’s a lie and you know it

jaskier: he barely tolerated me and you know it

yenn: he loved you before the djinn he’s just an idiot!

geralt: *watching them bicker* why???

ciri: i learned to cause chaos from my brother-in-law!

vesemir: you were raised by calanthe, this has been in you the entire time

ciri: but i didn’t think grandfathers were supposed to tell ALL of my secrets!

vesemir: *nearly tearing up* after raising this lot you have none, child

[glitchgh0sty]

*pulls back curtain just a little bit*

Sooo, buddies,, on a scale of Sentinel to Wreckgar, how interested in dnd au tropes are ya’ll?? 🫣👀

I just can’t chase the idea out of my head,, whAt if? Transformers but medieval, and MAGIC!

I’m thinking in this parallel au, there used to be the court of a king and his esteemed knights,, [think knights of the round table if you will] and a select few of them were granted some divine ability to aid themselves in battle

BUT ONE DAY,, something goes terribly awry and the king [who am I even kidding, Optimus] disappears and his knights become cursed, their previous magic being twisted into something haunting, that either drives them mad or forces them into shutdown, causing huge public uproar

THEN, well, the knights disappear from history and a new order takes their place,, sworn to keep “wild magic/tech” at bay

NOW, a young revolutionary under the name of Sir D16 or *insert something vaguely medieval that starts with the letter D here,* in defense of the original knights with a rag tag group of *insert name here* starts trying to overthrow the government [sorry Dee, its fate, the governments always gotta go in these things, I don’t make the rules TuŤ]

BUT! That’s when a very spunky bard [Jazz] just so happens to stumble across the body of a sleeping “dragon” [Prowl, one of the original knights]

And.. SHENANIGANS ENSUE!!

[mafiatsunafish]

The daggers were surprised to see a man that looks like a younger version of Rooster walking into the Hard Deck.

He had the pilot starter pack, Hawaiian floral print shirt, sunglasses hanging on his inner white shirt and all that jazz.

But there was something just so wrong with him, the daggers couldn’t seems to wrap their head on what exactly was wrong.

And then they saw Hangman trailing behind the said man looking weirdly worried and awkward.

“Roo, I’m sorryyyyyy.”

The blond’s apology spooked the entire squad cause the know he DOES NOT say sorry to anyone, except when he really screwed up.

Another thing, so that man was Rooster but apparently just missing something?

Ah

A small cartoonish light bulb appeared on Phoenix head. She shouted:

“Hey Rooster, where the hell is your mustache!?”

It has been years since the last time she saw his bare face like that, ever since their orientation at flight school. Therefore, this creeped the fuck out of her.

Now the other daggers took a few seconds to reboot their brain and updated on the situation, started to boom bard the tall brunet with many questions.

To be fair, none of them NONE OF THEM ever see Rooster without his infamous porntasche, so oh my my for them.

Then Halo seemed to find out another thing that just out of place on Rooster point out.

“Rooster, that is one nasty black eyes you have there man, alright?”

The pair, Hangman and Rooster now sat with their squad, the blond still looked weird and the brunet looked so done but still somehow amused.

“Just feels like I want to shave it.”

Rooster shrugged easily.

“And the black eye in on me.”

Hangman suddenly answered and that take their friend out.

“Uhmmm.. what happened? May I asked? Should I even know?” Coyote asked wearily.

“This bastard, decided to shave his face, bare, without saying anything. Then acted like nothing happened, hugged me from behind when I was cooking. I turned around to see a fucking stranger standing in my kitchen so I punch him.”

“What!?” Their friends shouted

“It’s not my fault that I’ve never see him without damn thing on his face!”

Hangman shouted back while Rooster just laughing beside him.

“I vetted him for that, the last time I saw our chicken’s bare face was in our first week of flight school and that was years before Hangman meet him.” Phoenix was also laughing now.

“I’m alright now, just a punch. He screamed bloody murder when he saw my face like this too.” Rooster added

“Roooooo!” Hangman hid his face behind his hands and Rooster just kissed him softly on his side, still laughing of course.

“It’s ok darling.” Rooster said to his lover.

“Damn, but I understand what Hangman did cause you looked so weird” Bob said while giggling.

“Please put it back.” Fanboy distress mumbling get drowned among his squad mate various noise of amusement.

(The first time Mav and Ice saw Rooster with his mustache through a picture Slider sent them.

Slider was stationed at Rooster based then, he had to call the husbands to warned them first, before sending the picture.

But still.

Mav almost have a panic attack and Ice was so shocked, they then just crying that whole evening. Nothing can prepare them to see how much their godson looks like his father. To the point they almost believe that was Goose, standing there in his flight suit, smiling brightly at them.)

(The autocorrect had me rolling fr )

[catboymoments]

Your headcanons about the music the bard coven plays under Belos make a lot of sense. Do you think that there could be some sort of like jazz music (doesn't have to be human jazz, just using it as a general term) revival or boom after Belos is dead? Because I really like the idea that he suppressed lyrics in bardic magic (adding to my own headcanons right away). It just makes sense for Belos and his puritan ideals.

A lot of classical music's development was religious in nature, but then jazz took those classical ideas and mixed them with other cultures traditions (probably really simplified, I don't know a lot about it other than bits and pieces). So I could see the populations of the Boiling Isles taking whatever parts of the music Belos forced onto them and meshing it with their own bardic traditions. Leading to them practicing in secret and maybe not sharing it due to fear. Then when the tyrant is dead, it starts to pop up more and spread through bard circles.

I really like your hc and it made me think about the implications of what could come out of that music. I also really like music and have pretty much only played classical, so this is me adding on to something I found interesting. I love your next gen and keep on creating, I love all your stories and the characters they feature!! (Sorry for the block of text)

YES OMGGGGGF I LOVE THIS YES YES YES JAZZ WIN (also thank you!!!!)

[stardustedstories]

It's partly because Eda has done this to them so often that they'd decided that that would be the best way to get her attention. And yes, there's a little bit of "now you know how it feels" to the gesture, but in a teasing, loving way as they grin up at her.

"It's been forever since I've seen you," they said dramatically, despite the fact that they had seen her at breakfast. But they were feeling a little extra needy today, and Eda wasn't usually too opposed to offering them additional affection, especially considering they didn't often ask for what they needed.

@stardustedstories : Raine flops down across Eda's lap on the couch. She might have been doing other things, but they want her attention now, so here they are.

Well, wasn't this an unexpected surprise : more often than not, she was the one demanding attention out of them, often at the detriment of their own work. The open vial in her hands is held aloft, careful to avoid spilling any of the contents on the bard who had seemingly decided that now, yes, right now was the exact time they required her utmost attention. Her potions could ( and would ) wait.

Corking the tincture, Eda took a moment to reach over Raine and set the glass back on the table before leaning back with an amused smirk. "Hello to you, too."