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(via "Rock the Boo - Halloween Skeleton Guitar Design"  for Sale by InkredibleZ)

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Three Chalk Guitars

Three hand drawn guitars in fun neon colors that look like chalk! I am really enjoying more drawing these days. All of my work is created by my own hands. Real art! GET IT HERE!

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(via T-shirt moulant col V « My best friend is music tshirt  » par Eugenie974)

[paceprompting]

one silver ring

written for ‘gift’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: no warnings apply | tags: established relationship, eddie munson's rings, lazy mornings, domestic steddie, musician eddie,

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Eddie didn’t want to leave Steve behind.

Three years ago, they’ve gotten the hell out of Hawkins and gone with Robin to Chicago

It had been the three of them for a while now—him and Steve most of all, with Robin focused on her degree. They’d shared a room strictly to avoid being stuck with a three-bedroom apartment’s rent—and then because, somehow, Steve found Eddie’s gremlin brain and organized chaos endearing enough to want to do more than just sleeping.

And Eddie never had to explain why his nightmares terrified him too much to go back to sleep—a rare occurrence now, but almost worse because of it when they came back.

But it was a tour. Corroded Coffin’s tour. They needed to do it to build on the momentum of the album. Cross-country, multiple shows a week, for six months.

All without Steve.

Eddie loved the band. Gareth, Jeff and Freak had all stuck around through the terror and chaos of spring break in ‘86. Somehow, they’d agreed that going to Chicago to try for their big break was actually a good idea.

Steve was thinking about going to school. Once Robin was finished, and it would still be only one person who needed to cut back to a part-time job. Maybe a teaching degree.

The advance from the band’s label definitely helped. Enough to cover their rent through Robin’s graduation and months beyond for a while. Now all Eddie had to do was follow through and travel across the country playing his music night after night.

Steve groaned softly in his sleep, turning over to face Eddie. His hand shuffled blindly up the mattress to Eddie’s thigh, his large palm spread across Eddie’s bare skin. It shifted upwards, stopped by his stomach. Brows furrowed, Steve opened his eyes.

Blearily, he took in that Eddie was sat up on their bed instead of passed out haphazardly across most of the mattress.

“What time is it?” he mumbled half into his pillow.

Eddie glanced at the alarm clock on Steve’s side. It didn’t fare well when it was on Eddie’s. Not if they wanted it to work after one alarm.

“Before eight.”

Steve had to check for himself, sitting up onto his elbows. He looked back to Eddie. “What are you doing up?”

“Just thinking.” Eddie shrugged. “Start of the tour’s coming soon.”

Steve nudged him, raising his brows. “You excited?”

He’d practically jumped Steve when he got the call that it was all happening—literally jumped him. Steve had barely gotten his arms around Eddie when he’d leapt at him, they’d gone crashing to the floor.

“Sorta.”

Steve stared at Eddie’s profile, what wasn’t hidden by his hair. The bed creaked as he rose onto his knees and resettled beside Eddie’s, shoulders pressed together. “What’s wrong?”

Steve was warm from being underneath the blankets, even through his t-shirt. It was hit or miss right now in the summer, but Eddie practically glued himself to Steve’s side during the unforgiving Chicago winters.

Eddie bit at his bottom lip, pulling gently at the rings on his left hand. Moving them up to his knuckle and then back down to the base of his fingers.

“I want to give you something.”

“A gift? Not a usual occasion.” Steve wiggled closer, tucking his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“For my going away,” Eddie clarified. With a half-hearted laugh, he added. “I don’t want you forgetting about me after six months, do I?”

“I think you have that backwards, Eds,” Steve teased with a kiss to the side of his face.

Steve slid one arm around Eddie’s middle, pulling him close. Eddie hadn’t realized how much he needed the touch until he leaned back against Steve’s chest, the tense air in his chest leaving him.

“Just,” Eddie paused, working the ring off his index finger. He reached for Steve’s free hand, bringing it around in front of them, palm facing up. “Here.”

He fit it onto Steve’s thumb, the bulky, silver cross ring only reaching the first knuckle. A size too small.

Steve huffed his laughter into Eddie’s hair, bring his other hand up to test his other fingers until the ring found a home on his own index finger, the same place where Eddie wore it.

“Perfect,” Steve murmured, twisting his hand to examine his new adornment.

It was anything but perfect for Steve—who still preferred his polos and Henleys in every color except black. But Eddie wasn’t sure he would ask for it back after the tour.

“I’m going to miss you.”

Steve wrapped his arms around him, squeezing with a gently hum. “After hours playing your music, hearing thousands chant your name, you’re not going to be thinking about me. Not to mention being exhausted from all the traveling.”

Eddie couldn’t believe Steve thought he was the reason their pairing was strange. Eddie should never have snuck under Steve’s radar, and yet Steve never asked him to leave.

“You’re going to be in my every spare thought, babe.”

There was a second where neither of them said anything, and Eddie closed his eyes to bask in Steve’s warmth.

“You going to dedicate a song to me?” Steve asked, nosing Eddie’s hair out of the way to nip at the shell of his ear. Only God and Eddie knew how many Corroded Coffin songs had been written while Eddie pined for his roommate—not to mention the explicit ballads that had come after their dancing around each other while having sex phase.

Some of those had needed a rewrite.

“Maybe.”

“Which one?” Steve pitched his voice low, and Eddie shivered. Steve slid his hand underneath Eddie’s shirt, teasing up and up until he grazed Eddie’s sensitive chest.

“God, fuck, all of them.”

Steve held him tight to keep Eddie from squirming, his chuckle low in his chest.

“Thank you for the ring, sweetheart,” he said, slowly tipping them back onto the bed and climbing over Eddie to see how the ring looking tangled in his curls.

[emmaziadarcy]

drag racing through the canyon

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[junnylunny]

❝ 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞ *ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛ you are now listening to "best part" by daniel cesar ´ˎ˗

! pairing- musician bf!jay x worker gf!reader

synopsis: when your boyfriend, jay, asks you to meet up after work, he suggests coming to his place. turns out he has a special surprise for you! he's been working on a secret project to appreciate your relationship with him for pepero day.

includes fluff, gift giving, quality time, pet names, acts of service, words of affirmation, slight peek ༊*·˚

! word count: 821 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

buzz! your phone quietly notified you. wondering what notification it could be, you quickly finished the small task you were working on and checked your phone. it was a notification from your boyfriend, jay. 

[jay ♡] hey love, can you pick me up after work?

[y/n ♡ ] of course babe. i’ll be there by 7

[jay ♡] perfect. see you then ♡

[y/n ♡ ] see youuu ♡

1472 days ago, you and jay had officially decided to meet each other. even though other people thought that 1472 days were enough to make you guys sick of each other, your relationship with jay maintained the same as the first day. every pet names and moments felt special to you guys.

jay was also preparing to debut, which took a lot of time for you guys to spend with each other. despite that, you understood his busy schedule and continued to love him unconditionally.

after work, you quickly packed your belongings and drove to jay's work. when you arrived at the company, you parked near the entrance and waited for him outside. the snowy weather began to blow against your face as you could feel your nose getting red.

"where are you?" you texted him.

right as you texted that, jay came running out the office doors.

"babe!" you yelled, waving your arm around for him to notice.

he quickly turned to your direction and ran towards you. "hey cutie." he said. relieved to see you, he snuggled in a hand warmer into your pocket. " you looked beautiful today. when did you get here?"

"thank you" you giggled. "i arrived just now," you replied with a proud face.

"it's cold. you should have waited in the car," he said, petting your head.

your face beamed at his heartwarming worry. "it's okay. i wanted to see you sooner."

"thanks for waiting, princess. let's go before it gets any colder," jay said, bringing in your hand into his pocket, trying to warm them up. "i can drive," he suggested.

you nodded at his offer, squeezing his hand in excitement.

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jay had convinced you in the car to eat at his place. he said he'd make you something delicious even though you argued he must have been tired from work. however, he insisted until you agreed.

"follow me," jay said right after entering his house, leading you to his small studio. you didn't even had time to put your bag down, but you followed him while swinging his arms anyways, curious to what he was going to show you. he slowly sat you down on the couch and grabbed a chair for himself, sitting in front of you. he pulled out a guitar case that had was next to him, revealing one of his favorite instruments. after inspecting it for a moment, his attitude slowly became calm and relaxed.

<now playing "best part" by daniel cesar>

♫ "you don't know babe. when you hold me... you kiss me slowly, it's the sweetest thing..." ♫

he began to sing. "oh my goodness," you thought to yourself. he was singing your favorite song, "best part." your heart felt touched as he continued to sing in his soft voice, smoothly matching the melody pouring from his instrumentals.

♫ "i just wanna see how beautiful you are. you know that i see it. i know you're a star. where you go, i'll follow, no matter how far.

if life is movie, know you're the best part" ♫

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♫ "if you love me, won't you say something..." ♫

he sang, finishing the song off the song by making eye contact with you. your eyes were filled with tears. you had never expected him to learn you favorite song with all the busy schedule he had. he put his guitar down and sat down next to you.

"don't cry" he pleaded, wiping your tears away.

you laughed with a sniffle, unexpecting your reaction as well. although you didn't exactly say it, you felt grateful and appreciated. jay was the best boyfriend anyone could have and in return, you could see how much you meant to him.

"thank you." you said, peeking a kiss on the cheeks.

he smiled back, petting your head with a relieving mind that you enjoyed his performance.

"i have a gift for you too," you said, taking something out your bag. it was a small heart shaped by pepero boxes.

"happy pepero day," you said with a bright smile.

"god. you're so cute, babe," he said, appreciating your gift. "i could just eat you up," he jokingly said. you laughed at his response, blushing.

"thank you so much." he said, redirecting your focus. "it means a lot to me. so thank you."

although jay had always thanked you before, it felt more special this time. you could feel his true sincerity and it fluttered your heart; even after sticking next to each other for 1472 days.

[sophaeros]

arctic monkeys, am (2013) / signed by alex turner

[discoholicmusic]

🎁 i opened @leeinthebox's wonderful birthday gift they sent to the Discoholic PO box live on twitch last night!!

📬 if you'd like to send something, LMK & i'll send my info :)

[lunadarkphotography]

"Life is full of wonder, it's better than going under"

[recallback-art]

Day 15: Music

IIIIIIII... don't really like this one, but the important thing is I did it! I used the chorus from a song I wrote as Nemo a while back, "Shelter Cat Blues", because I couldn't choose a song. Felt more original, more OC >w>;;

[friskafriskito]

One last Artfight attack! This one of Powerchord, who belongs to CasualCDesign on Twitter!

(Mentioned this before, but Bat Country may have been stuck in my head the whole time drawing this—)

Here is their Instagram as well: @casualcannondesigns

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You can find me most places as FriskaFriskito or Friskishdrawings!

For donation commissions for Palestine click here

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Hear The Music!

A few months ago I went to a women’s conference. The music was too loud. I sustained damage to my ears. Hearing loss and fullness that lasted for 2 weeks. I got a miracle! Fully recovered with no more loss! This is a sketch from my journal while I was waiting for my prayers to be answered. I scanned it and then collaged painted fabric into the piece. GET IT HERE!

[thatone-churro]

when you were born with a curse in the perfect suburb and it only got worse because you’re drawn to the dark with the devil’s mark so you guess you were doomed, you were doomed from the start

[duckapus]

Deep Drive: Station 2

After falling through darkness once more for what feels like six months, Tulip reaches another stained glass pillar, once again landing gently despite having hurtled face-first at terminal velocity.

This platform is edged with musical notes, writing out a song that Tulip finds somehow familiar despite having never seen a page of sheet music in person before in her life (she and her family have many talents. to her knowledge, music is not one of them). In a similar position to her own image is an anthropomorphic cat with fluffy white fur wearing a red and black tuxedo, paw-hands raised as if to conduct an orchestra despite her slumber. In the background is a beautiful castle, like something out of a fairytale, and in the headshot circles are more cats, all of whom are dressed like they'd fit right in in that setting. There's also one figure that looks quite out of place, a sort of cyborg...cowgirl...goblin...thing, with kindness in her one good eye and a crooked, fanged grin.

After a moment, the wand reappears in her hand.

You've gained the power to fight.

Now that she has more time to hold it and take a few practice swings, she notes that it has roughly the same length and proportions as a baseball bat, but with weight distribution more like a sword (how does she know what holding a sword feels like?). She finds that it feels best for her to wield it two-handed, though she could probably switch to just one if she needed to, or got good enough to get fancy with it.

Alright! You've got it. Use this power to protect yourself and others.

Before Tulip can comment, she feels something watching her. When she turns to look, it's revealed to be a strange shadow on the floor, which shifts into the third dimension and is revealed to be a little black imp creature with beady yellow eyes, long zig-zagging antenna, and big floppy feet.

There will be times you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong.

Tulip can't help but scoff, "Aw, c'mon, this little guy looks harmless! They're actually kinda cute even."

As if on cue, the creature stops it's idle, distracted twitching and zeroes in on her, before pointing at her so fast the motion causes a comical whipcrack sound, "Bring me dat ass!"

"Say wha?"

More creatures start appearing like the first, rushing towards her with their suddenly very sharp looking fingers reaching out to grab or scratch her. She lets out a somewhat embarrassing shriek before striking out with her wand, each creature vanishing after a few solid hits. As she fights, she finds that she's... probably more skilled at this than she should be. Still, a few creatures do get hits in, the pain being muffled by either her adrenaline of the fact this is a dream (probably. she's not quite as sure anymore). Thankfully some of them drop what look like green bouncy balls when they're beaten, which somehow fly into her and instantly heal some of her wounds when she gets close enough.

One ever so slightly cleverer one merges with the floor and sneaks around to her more vulnerable backside. Before it can land a potentially crippling blow, the mysterious voice calls out.

Behind you!

Tulip whips around, making quick work of the would-be ambusher "Thanks!"

Soon enough, all but one of the shadows is dealt with. This one melts into the floor, creating a puddle of inky black Nothingness that quickly expands. When it reaches Tulip's feet, she begins to sink, only able to think one thing as she goes under.

"Aw shit. Here we go again..."