#silly green bassist

[mouldingch33se]

Some fast traditional doodles from last night

And (very messy) digital clean ups

Gonna use these as bookmarks 👍

[emwheezie]

Who are you choosing if my characters were in a dating sim?

Lennon:

Gremlin mode

Daddy issues

Bad hair

Musical/Creative genius. Perfect pitch

Ambitious

Doesn't shower

Ate a lasagna once

Doesn't know how to use his words

Fights drywall

Movie watcher

Chicken addiction

Street smart

Closeted Weezer fan

Dunkin Donuts

Shoes on the bed

Green Day

Might be silly

Goes up the stairs on all fours

Stressed/depressed/poorly dressed

PBC singer and lead guitar

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Tony:

Purple

Crazy driver

:3

Mall pretzels

Catholic school survivor

Emotionally smart/book smart

Stressed/depressed/dressed to impress

Afraid of getting old/ugly

Wants to fight the MBTA

Might be delusional

throws up from anxiety

Redbull and Taco Bell

Loves dogs

Green Day

Poetic

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Theo

Bisexual

Lactose intolerant

Finds meaning in everything

Always in a relationship

PBC bassist and "manager"

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Enzo:

Evil

Might have killed a man

Man Bun

Posts on DeviantART

Loves dragons

whispers and shakes

Future tattoo artist

Movie connoisseur

Might be a furry...?

LOVES the Saw movie franchise

Protective and loyal

Street smart

Stays up all night in the dark

In an online relationship

Does what he wants

Doesn't waste time

Sparkling water enjoyer

Tea drinker

Never listened to a music in his life

Guitarist in a band (PBC)

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Theo:

From New Hampshire

Asexual

Golden retriever personality 

Grew up with 8 siblings

Joined the military after High School

Eats Oatmeal?

Doesn't wear a seatbelt

Outdoorsy/hiking adventures

Works at a club/bar with his wife, Gia

Is a cinnamon roll

Emotionally smart

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Tony

Calls music his "funky jams"

Forgets his shoes

Mtn Dew

Forgetful

Kidney Stones

His appendix exploded once

PBC drummer

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Park:

Loves alcohol

Hates the government

Hates the IRS

Has never paid taxes

No sense of personal space/very touchy

LOUD

Climbs things

Grilled cheese enthusiast  

Dunkin Donuts manager

Aliens are 4 realz

loves video games

Wicked smart

Goes to MIT for like space engineering or something idk

Makes monkey noises

"I have to be both the sexiest and most mentally challenged person in the room at all times"

Obsessed with skin walkers

Conspiracy theories

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Oli:

Photography/cinematography 

Graphic design

Urban Explorer

Abandoned things

Summer time vibes

Lives in sleeveless shirts

Black coffee drinker

health freak/gym rat

Smokes cigarettes (hey we all have our vices)

Secretly gay

Chronic complainer

Works at zumies

Does graffiti 

Runs from his problems

Travels for work

Drives a modded Subaru

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Alyssa:

Preforms unethical experiments in the sims 3

Loves cows

So many many plushies there's no room for her in the bed

weezer fan

Talks a lot

Lots of keychains/charms

Maximalism!

Assertive

Good listener

Workaholic 

HAS to be the BEST at anything she does

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Rosie

Grew up with strict parents

Working too many hours at Dunkin Donuts

Former ballet/dancer

Likes to bake and really good at it!

Compulsive liar

"I have a twin sister who goes to another school"

Gets jealous easily

Body image problems/eating disorders :(

Emotionally Immature 

Spider eyelashes

A nose ring is "rebelling from my parents"

Currently in college

Afraid of change

Emotional support eldest daughter

Loves to sing

[luveline]

happy new years!!! can i request rockstar!remus x fem!shy!r, where they first meet bc she lost her glasses (and r has horrible eyesight) & she doesn’t recognize remus & is absolutely mortified when she realizes who she’s run in (literally) to???

Happy New Year!! Thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

You'd only put your glasses down for long enough to rub your tired eyes, and yet you can't find them. They've slipped off the face of the earth. 

And worse, you're so fucking awkward (said with only a pinch of self-loathing) that you can't make yourself do the awkward song and dance to find them, not when you're surrounded by strangers at a friend of a friend of a friend's house in the rich bit of London. 

You stand up, wondering if you can identify the friend you'd come with by their shapes and colours alone, and take a misguided step straight into someone's side. 

Air puffs out of you in a gasp and you take a hasty step back, eyes on the person's chest. There's a sanguine-coloured t-shirt with darker, looping writing across the front. 

"I'm sorry," you say, trying to take a cautious step around them. 

"Hey, that's okay," says a masculine voice, the body it belongs to veering into your path. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I clip you?" 

You look up into their face and stare at the space between their eyebrows, knowing you look silly. You can vaguely make out his facial features, and your brain signals it as familiar, but the voice doesn't ring any bells. 

"No, sorry, you didn't do anything. I'm looking for someone," you say. 

"Anyone I'd know?" 

"Elizabeth? They're in a green dress?" 

He looks around the room. You can see his neck turn, the splodge of darker colour that is his hair moving with it. "I don't see any green dresses," he says apologetically. 

You shake your head. The music playing increases in volume, and girls all over the room gasp as a favourite song starts to play. You wince at being shoved out of the way. The man in front of you moves to protect your side, hand behind your shoulder for a short, hot second. 

"Somebody's lost their glasses," he murmurs. 

You giggle nervously. "Is it obvious?" 

He leans down to the settee and then stands tall. He does something with his t-shirt, pulling it away from his torso, and then he nudges a familiar shape into your hand. 

"No, I mean, I saw them on the sofa. They're yours, I'm assuming." 

You laugh again, drowning in embarrassment. As you open the legs of your glasses, you think, Well, it could be worse. Elizabeth said that The Marauders of all people are going to be here tonight. Imagine making a fool of yourself like this in front of them. 

And then you put your glasses on. You can't speak.

"Is that better?" Remus asks, bassist of The Marauders and in the flesh. "Sorry to say, you have thicker lenses than James. I'm surprised you can see at all without them." 

"I can't, really," you say, your voice a far away thing. 

"They suit you." He grins at you, all pretty-lipped and dark brown eyes, the scar over his nose turned white at the edges with the strain. "I suppose I looked more handsome before." 

"No," you say. 

His smile turns playfully smug. "No? I'm glad. You look prettier with them on, too." 

Your cheeks are so hot they're burning, and your chest is lit by a panic you can't describe. You were being completely, entirely genuine with him — he's a thousand times more handsome now you can actually see him, with a voice to match. Smooth, steady, and teasing. Despite the boy-next-door of his sandy brown hair, his sweet smile, there's a stickier emotion playing on his lips. You worry he's gonna eat you alive right there and then. 

"Can I get you something to drink, pretty girl? Or can you manage now your vision's been restored?" he asks. 

His banter throws you off kilter. "I think you'd better get me one," you say, not because you're smooth in any capacity but because you're worried you'll fall over. 

He laughs warmly, worse when he sees you realise you'd sounded flirty. 

"I'd love to get you a drink," he says. "If you'll be alright while I'm gone?" 

You nod wordlessly, collapsing into the settee again as soon as he's gone. You're gonna need a drink to survive this. 

[retrotenn]

hello everyone!!! im finally starting to cast for my awesome and cool junior year film - The Band Goes to the Evil Forest! its about a band and they go to the evil forest. so this is call for cast. casting call. more info under the cut !!

first - feel free to dm me to audition at this point! im going to set up probably something on casting call club soon, but i wanted to throw this onto my social media first as i feel like i might have more reach here lol.

logistically, full recording will start sometime in august so i can compile an animatic with the storyboards of the film which im working on soon!

now ill go over the characters - the blue one is lee and he is the main character! he’s the leader and guitarist of the band and always has some kind of weird idea of what to do with it creatively. he is loud, annoying, impulsive, and a little silly.

the red one is simón! he has the least lines in this script but i love him. coming from a wealthy family, hes awfully sheltered and anxious, often going against whatever plans lee has. hes the bassist

last but not least, the green one is brett! he is the most intelligent of the group, but still goes along with whatever lee wants to do because he finds him interesting and whimsical. he plays the drums

anyway thanks for reading By the way this project wont be in development hell or anything because i have to complete it to actually pass my class. it will happen and will maybe be submitted to festivals. you will have something for your reel if you want .!!!!!!

anyway thats it thank you for reading if youre here i really appreciate it

[ask-the-four-lords]

Addressed to Lady Cassandra <3,

LADY CASSANDRA LOVES ROCK??? *starts happily shaking hands* Brooo I literally play rock holy shit im in a band for real. We're currently looking for a vocalist, perhaps Lady Cassandra would like to try out? Only if she wants to of course. please kill the bassist in my band, theyre so annoying and misogynistic towards me cause im the only girl

ANYWAYS, from rock enjoyer to fellow rock enjoyer, favourite bands and rock subgenres? Im one for Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Queen. Especially queen, Bohemian Rhapsody and Bicycle Race holds a special place in my memories.

For sillies I like Weezer and The Castaways (the castaways recently made a song w italian in it and i think Lady Beneviento might enjoy it). Te videre alium diem, cor meum ^^

With love as hard as rock and sweet affection, pasta anon <3

Cassandra Dimitrescu: Awh! I fuckin' love those bands! *Rants for at least 20 minutes about various songs and things, she as well as your bands loves/talks about Hendrix, Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day, and Pink Floyd, although I don't think she'd really like Queen* You know there's a really good acoustic version of Everlong? *She continues ranting until snapping back to reality* Although I don't really like Weezer, Daniela does though, she, besides her annoying fuck poppy bullshit likes Weezer, Tally Hall, The Strokes, Elton John, that kind of stuff. Vocalist? You say. I'd be willing to kill a manthing, any day of the fucking week. *Teasing* And about the vocalist job, 'guess I'd be willing to tryyyy, *serious* but it's a give it to me or die situation.

(Sorry about not having her talk too much about specifics, I would have ranted for paragraphs. I have similar music taste so it would've been an endless babbling delusion.)

[lemmetreatya]

In Words I struggle to Express — Bassists!Onyankopon x Singer!fem Reader

➡️ synopsis: the launch party went absolutely great and the after partys going to be even better! but somehow, it was a certain someone’s presence you were banking on in order for the night to truly be a success.

➡️ word count: 2.3k

➡️ content: no warnings

➡️ author’s note: fuck. okay. this is…very very self indulgent and basically based off our silly little mmbcu (dont ask) so ive tried to take out all the stuff that needs context so everyone can read it without too much issue. however for clarities sake: reader is in a girl group (called MMB) whilst reiner (drummer), zeke (vocalist), jean (vocals/guitar) and onyankopon (bassist) are in a band. at this point of time, Ony and reader aren’t in an established relationship.

if anything, id like to thank @pisspope for coming up with this specific idea earlier this week. i hope you know it’s rotted my brain ever since. thanks.

It was a success.

After months of constant tweaking, track ditching, debating lineups and self-doubt in your artistry — at final last: You had performed your album in full for your ceiling-packed launch party of family, friends and industry names alike.

Despite the shortcomings that came along with it, you hope the album lands well as it goes public tomorrow. Your band members have done their best in assuring you of it’s legendary status (“It literally serves cunt, you’ll be fine.”) and so there was only room for you to have faith that it’d do numbers — even if it was a diversion from your usual group's musical sound.

But even now, as the dregs of adrenaline still coarse through your veins, it’s just you left alone in the green room. You were only in the process of changing outfits, silk pink gown snuggly sat on your frame, but it was the creepinks of wallowing unfulfillment that somehow found its way into your heart.

Your band members and their other halves have graciously said that they’d set forwards on to the afterparty. Something about being ready to welcome you when you eventually do enter the venue where the after party was being held. You were okay with that — and thankful that they were thinking of you in that regard — but since it now left you alone with your own thoughts and own reflection in the mirror, you could feel your performing high start to come down and realisation kick in. That ultimately, despite the many wins you’ve received tonight, you were still alone.

“Can I come in?”

Rather than it being the knock, it was the steady voice you were oh so used to that reeled you out of your trance, your eyes finally locking back into focus. As you turn your head away from your reflection and into his direction, you could automatically feel your heart pick up pace.

“Well, doors open and you’re already halfway in so…”

A breathy excuse of a laugh leaves your throat — a sorry attempt at making yourself seem more pious for him than you actually were — but it was absolutely no help at all. Within his presence, you only ever felt more anxious than you should.

Onyankopon tries his best to force a laugh back but it doesn’t translate well. It seemed pained, even more forced than yours, and so you had to avert your eyes —  Save yourself from reading into something you didn’t want to.

You had to do that more for you than for him anyways. Because it’s been iffy with Onyankopon these past few months and with how he’s been treating you.

Not that you were complaining; He was a man who treated you to nice things and valued your opinion. A man who understood when you needed to be handled or when you could handle your own. A man who also understood your craft and was more than happy to aid his own. It was all well and good between the both of you and he was a gentleman wrapped in one. Only issue is that Onyankopon has never clarified what the fuck you two were.

Which, in itself, was off-putting. But concerning he had so much creative process on your album? (Actually, most of his band did, but since you possibly liked him just a tad bit better, his efforts were well more noticed) And considering you had to stick so many unsolicited hard hours alongside him? And keeping in mind how you were practically eye fucking him from the stage half the time you were performing your album — the sultry songs all directed at him?! You figured he’d somehow get the hint that you were open, willing, waiting for him to make a move.

As he cautiously took further steps into the room, you wonder if your requested audience would result in pushing him to make that move.

“I won’t take up too much of your time.” He hums with one arm suspiciously behind his back. 

He attempts to clear his throat yet he’s unable to do so the first time. It takes him several goes, a cough and a bat at his chest, before he’s able to achieve his goal. By now he just feels stupid, fumbling something as simple as this in front of you but he chooses to champion on.

You however, can’t help but find it endearing.

“No, you’re good. Still got a few minutes till we’re heading to the Ritz for the after party.”

You turn around in your chair, silk gown that crosses over the intersection of your chest one tug away from being labelled ‘provocative’. Unintentionally, but definitely welcomed.

“You coming, right?”

And you know you’ve tempted him — far more than you should be — because Onyankopon’s eyes automatically wander to the exposed skin of your chest. Stare locked on for several seconds before he’s forced to recognise his error and flick his eyes back up to meet yours.

“I…not this time.” He clears his throat again. “Which is mainly why I wanted to come see you now since I won’t see you after this.”

“Oh…”

You try your best not to look disappointed; for your shoulders not to sag and your bottom lip to stay free of being snagged between your teeth but it’s inevitable to stop the way your heart sinks halfway down your chest and your gut wretches inwards.

Right, of course. He was a busy man.

In your head, you know he probably had good reason to skip out on this big night of yours, but you can’t help the small teasing voice that reminds you that every one of his bandmates found a way to clear their schedules in order to make the party tonight. Everyone but him.

Subconsciously you tug the material of your gown over your chest.

“Maybe next time then.” You feign. Suddenly you don’t feel enthusiastic for your own event.

Onyankopon knows he’s fucked up your mood and he’s mentally kicking himself for doing so. Personally, he wasn’t going to say anything— just not show up and let you enjoy your time without him. But it’s Reiner, the drummer of their band, who nudged him to at least apologise for not coming.

Actually, Reiner nudged him to say a lot more than just his apologies for not being able to make the after party. He had berated Onyankopon in wisdolic manner about asking you out properly as opposed to keeping you exclusively on his arm. A proverb about ‘hope deferred making the heart sick’, “And you don’t want her to be sick because of you, do you?” He warned. 

In all honesty, he didn’t hate what Reiner was saying. He really did want to make a move on you! And he genuinely had the intention to as well. He also thought it’d be ideal to ask you out considering he was very much planning on taking you to go meet his parents soon but…

It just wasn’t the right time.

“It’s never the right time, is it?” Says a more nihilistic voice in his head, but he ignores it for sanity’s sake.

Onyankopon shuffles his footing.

“I’m sorry. Something really important popped up and you know I’d usually be there and…Look, I just wanted to come see you and mention you were really great out there. I know we, well, more you, worked really hard on this album and all but I genuinely just want to say that I’m really, really, proud of you.”

There’s a twitch of recognition on your face but the man’s rambled words did nothing to lighten your mood. You only turn your head back to your reflection in the mirror.

“Thank you, Onyankpon.”

Okay, you’re using his full name. That’s how he knows you’re upset at him.

Now he’s regretting even coming here. Onyankopon doesn’t want to go round blaming Reiner for your lack of reaction to him but deep down, he knows that’s all him. He knows that either way, mentioned or not, his absence would have upset you. He doesn’t want to now give you even more reason to be upset so he guesses he should start wrapping this up. 

“Congratulations on the album launch. That was the main thing I wanted to say. I should have started with that first…”

With an outstretched arm from behind his back, Onyankopon offers you a box of luxury chocolates and a freshly picked bouquet he could fit all in one hand. In all honesty, he would have definitely gotten you something bigger, better than you could have ever imagined! 

But, he just didn’t have the time. 

“You never have the time—“ “Shut up. I know.” The voice in his head is cut short. 

However, contrary to the heart felt gift, it seems your attention can no longer be brought. Despite his presentation, your expression is fixed and occupied on your reflection. Onyankopon suddenly wonders whether you were always this down when he wasn’t around. 

You sniff once but not because any tears were about to grace your face. 

“Thanks.” You say without looking back at him. “You can put ‘em over there with the others.”

Onyankopon’s gaze follows where your eye line draws to within the mirror. 

Sure enough, towards the side of the room there's a table where a mountain of gifts, flowers and congratulatory efforts lay. Onyankopon takes two steps towards it before sheepishly laying down his now rather measly looking present within the only sliver of table available. 

If he didn’t feel so out of depth with you, he would have dryly laughed at how low effort his offering was in contrast to Jean’s, his band’s guitarist. 

As he could see, the man had brought you an expensive bag bouquet — a gift extravagant enough to take up half the wall behind it. There was even a large bottle of champagne and a D’usse that tagged along with it and a card that had your stage name curved in beautiful calligraphy. 

You and Jean didn’t share a relationship anywhere as near as efficient as you and Onyankopon’s to warrant this type of gift, but he guesses his bandmate took great pride in the help he had on your album. Onyankopon even feels a sense of irate jealousy as he remembers how the two of you danced back-to-back on stage as Jean played his guitar solo during your final song. 

His throat runs dry at memory recall of the performative sight. Surely, all of that was to provoke him. 

“Sorry.” You suddenly blurt out and Onyankopon’s attention is instantly brought back to you — the physical you. 

“I kinda need to get ready now. Vans almost in front.” You drastically avoid his eye contact. “If I could just have these last few minutes alone that’d be great.”

With your last sentence mumbled and your hands playing at your gown, he knows you’re not telling the whole truth but he was honestly out of his depth here. All Onyankopon could do was fulfil your wishes. 

“O-oh! Oh, sure! Sure, yeah I’ll let you…I’ll let you get to it.”

With almost bashful demeanour, Onyankopon backs away from the table and makes a beeline towards the door. 

But it feels wrong. It feels incomplete. 

It’s not like he wanted to force himself against your boundaries but he just knows that if he leaves now without saying anything — he might just wound your ebbing relationship beyond repair. 

In some sort of divine intervention, Reiner’s words about not being the ‘hope deferred’ that resulted in making you sick, kicked in. As soon as the phrase comes to him, a looped smile starts to grow onto his face. 

“Now's the time!” His inner head voice says and for once, he lets it speak. 

Stopping in his tracks, Onyankopon mentally gears his courage up before turning on his heels and blurting out the first thing that came up his throat.  

“Hey, uh…look, I really do feel bad about not being able to make tonight. I wanna make it up to you so how’s your availability for the day after tomorrow?”

You’re surprised by his offer but you don’t wholly show it. It’s the way you pretend that his preposition didn’t excite you that made Onyankopon want to burst out in laughter. You were so cute when you were trying to be aloof. 

“Depends.” You shrug as your eyes actively avoid his. “I have an early morning promo interview for the album and my evenings fully booked.”

Onyankopon enthusiastically nods. 

It made sense you were busy concerning the work needed to be done for your album drop but Onyankopon was determined. Onyankopon wanted to make this work! 

“Okay, that’s fine. How’s lunch time for you?”

There is a look of ponder on your face and a sparkle in your eye. You roll your lips in contemplation before quote mark nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Relatively free.” You quip. 

Yes!

“Great! Leave it open for me. I’ll take you out on a date.”

Onyankopon is pumped enough that he’s already heading out the green room and so you get up from your chair to shout after him.

“Wait— Ony, to where?”

The man turns round to face you, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. Not the most infectious smile but it’s his and so automatically, you’re drawn to it. 

“Don’t worry about that. Just dress comfortably. I’ll pick you up from whatever studio you’re recording at.” He says before making his way out. 

With a huff of disbelief, you sag back down into the chair. 

It wasn’t unbelievable that within the spur of the moment, Onyankopon had thought up a date to take you to. He was like that — It was kinda his thing — but there was something about this particular mystery date that you found yourself looking forward to. 

The same smile from before grew larger on your face and your reflection in the mirror relayed the same message. 

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so down anymore.  

[werebutch]

@eucyon Oh my god tumblr ate your ask I’m so lucky I screenshotted. So mad I have to type again . Thank you so much for dis question it’s so fun and made me really think to be honest ^__^ ILYSMMMM this is long but it’s too fun

This is Lynx’s most popular album, Conspiracy Theories. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a pic of lynx as the cover even if it’s silly. I really like rabbit imagery in music anyways though so I think it’s nice. I was inspired by Alice In Chains album covers and also fleshwater’s ‘we’re not here to be loved’. I tried to find a way to make it more 'gritty' but I couldn’t unfortunately 😭 I like how the title looks, like they just got a label maker and smacked it on..heheh

I imagine that this album is about relationship anxiety, betrayal, resentment, anti social tendencies, infidelity, and aliens. Probably not little green men, maybe more like the thing kind of fleshy imagery. Definitely appealing to atlas and scotch in different ways. Tool’s Undertow is a good example (off the top of my head..) of the sound I’m thinking of, so… prog? Or at least heavily inspired. I’m bad with genres heheh

im currently trying to either become okay with roadkill's name, or decide on a new one.. so im not making any album covers for them yet lol but i will post when i do..

I think roadkill would take a lot of inspo from their fave band so their style is probably heavily influenced by Lynx. Scotch adds a lot of sampling, distortion, whatever..idk I don’t make music.. and atlas is a big fan of slow tempo and bass. think its important to note that atlas doesnt play bass like a bassist in this album, he plays it more like a guitarist. kind of. hope that makes sense. I’ve always been really torn about roadkill’s genre, it’s been everywhere and tends to change. scotch and atlas’ styles would be vastly different if they were solo, so I think that’s why i am so indecisive . I think I just have to keep reminding myself that they’re in a band together, so styles would be mixed.

A part of me is like.. I think roadkill’s first album would be reminiscent of faith no more’s ‘the real thing’, or even some of Primus' stuff in some sense, plus similarities to Lynx and influences of industrial. i know thats a lot of random descriptions. I kinda think of (here’s a goofy genre for ya) sludge metal bands’ instrumental style, not necessarily vocal style... its hard to describe a band that doesnt exist. LMFAO

right now im thinking about 'the pot' by tool as a close example of roadkill.. im having a hard time finding artists that match scotch's vocal range even remotely. also doesnt help that the bands im basing this off of like tool and FNM dont exactly...fit into genres very neatly. roadkill and lynx wouldnt either. HAH. i just know it wouldnt be that high quality but definitely obvious theres a lot of passion in it. i mean this is just an album made by guys who dontknow what theyre doing. like at all. lol

Roadkill’s sound changes quite a bit their next album when seraph is involved. It becomes a lot more ummmm I guess palatable to more people? I don’t exactly know what I mean by that. Ok. LOL. I’ll think about it.. but this is around when Scotch realizes he wants this to be his job. Having Seraph helps A LOT with building a more dedicated and bigger audience, since they’re the one most willing to make changes. Plus they’re in art school, I feel like they’d have connections. So I guess roadkill would sell out in a way.

if you asked me this question a year ago i would have had a completely different answer. i wouldve probably said roadkill is pop punk or garage rock or something. i have trouble fitting scotch and atlas into a genre together. it fits scotch just fine and i think he would enjoy it, but its not roadkill.. also ive been thinking of stylizing roadkill as rdkill.. lmk wat u think.. im unsure about the name is generalHAHA. i know this is a lot so dont feel pressured to reply to everything LMAO im just thinking out loud. and drawing connections between genres that completely do not make sense. peace and LOVE<3

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Future bassist and drummer

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Other interests are: Kpop, TF2, EARLY! PATD, fanfiction, genshin impact :( ,making fun of Frank Iero in a gay way, Pierce The Veil, being feral over Bert from The Used, Basement era Gerard Way, being hrony about Leathermouth Frank, bullets era MCR and TTYG FOB, Andrew Hurley labret and tongue piercing, Pencey Prep, Arma Angelus, Punk music, Peterick posting, Grant Morrison, black metal (NOT THE RACIST/HORRIBLE ONES)

I do selfship with celebrities BUT i respect their families and spouses and know i will never have a chance with them its just a silly little faggot thing i do

DNI

waycest shipper (kys), brendon urie, msi or lindsey ballato fan/apologist, proshipper, general dni stuff (transphobe, racist, general bigot) call yourself punk without engaging in punk politics/arent anti-authoritarianism/anti direct action, if ur under 16 don’t follow me oh my god or interact with my nsfw posts, self proclaimed “liberals”, anti sex work and prostitution, demonize drug addicts, demonize schizophrenia and other disorders, pro-israel, radqueers, associate with lakemichiganlolita, padawanryan and similar users, engage in CNC/ageplay/raceplay/fauxcest/stepsiblings things like that (die one million deaths)

how and what i tag:

Frank: #frankie tag

Gerard: #gee way tag

Frank&Gee together: #pissnvinegar

Ray: #ray tag

Mikey: #mikey fucking way

mcr in general: #mai homosexual romance / #my homosexual romance

Andy: #andy tag

Joe: #joe schmoe tag

Patrick: #patricky stumpy

Pete: #peter schmeter tag

Pete&Patrick together: #half doomed and semi sweet

fob in general: #my 4 bfs

Anthony Green: #ant tony tag

LS Dunes: #bisexual dilf band

Bert Mccracken: #release the mccracken

Jepha: #babygirl jepharee

the used as a whole: #used not broken

gabe saporta: #gabey baby UNUSED UNTIL HE GETS A GRIP. FREE PALESTINE

travie mccoy: #travie mccoy

ryan ross: #victorian child laborer

laura jane grace: #my queen

geoff rickly: #british looking american

pencey prep: #pencey prep

arma angelus: #arma angelus

for my soul :): #kat tag

[pikminapplebloom]

Did you make your icon? It looks super cute!

@coldlikesummerlemonade made it!!! They make papa louie icons.

Mine is Ivy as Frankenstien's monster's queer sister.

Ivy sells travel brochures at Travel Trout.

HC Time!!!

She's Autistic, Queer, and in high school, she was a top student at art history and geography. She also claims that a good abstract painting can improve even the dingiest of houses, and her niece, Maggie, also has a "spice tooth" like her (will pass up chicken nuggets but will eat hot sauce marinated girlled zucchini given the chance).

@coldlikesummerlemonade made these icons during spooky season. which is where I got my icon

[ID: papa Louie characters as their halloween costumes.

First Column:

Papa Louie himself as a mummified chef. A bit Ancient Egyptian-inspired, and his hat and ascot are metallic gold and teal. He has a glowing red eye and a hand stretched out. He's gonna get you...Employed. That's pretty much how every game-eria starts.

Caleb as the titluar Candy Man from a horror film series. His costume depicts an African-American bee summoner with honey-based powers. Caleb himself is Blasian, and one of his Grandparents might be of South Asian ancestry. His right hand is a hook. I haven't seen that film, so my description may not be accurate if I got something wrong.

Quinn, Papa Louie's Lawyer and ex-wife of Timm, as a were-cat. She has claws and is scowling. In the games, you get a reward if you make her order ahead of time. She is a closer, and shows up at the end of the in-game day.

Trishna as an orange-themed magical fairy girl. She is a South Asian fashion designer and likes eating fruits, especially tangerines. She comes off as a bit rude, but means well. She has green eyeshadow here and has a wand. She is also Caleb's cousin.

Second Column:

Tohru, a gamer and manga fan dressed as a plumber and a homage to Mario. She is Japanese-American, and likes pink things. She loves playing video games, and her costume consists of overalls, a turtleneck, and a hat with her initial. She is quite jovial, and her pose reflects one mario is often depicted in.

Rudy, the Bassist for Sacrlett and the Shakers, a co-ed Ska-punk band in the papa louie series. He's usually depicted as an Asian-American human, but here he's a were-dinosaur. He has opalescent sunglasses and a color blocked shirt here. He is also smiling at the viewer. His spikes reflect the spiky hairdo as a human.

Xandra, a humanoid alien magical girl dressed as a clown. She and her fraternal twin brother, Xolo, are the rulers of the Kingdom of X and guard the Warp Coins. They landed near an elderly woman's house. The old lady, Edna, Adopted them both. Xandra has teal and hot pink hair with a rainbow top and yellow sleeves. She also is making a silly expression and her clown makeup has mismatched eyeshadow.

Rhonda is a truck driver from toastwood, and is dressed as a witch here. She's Afro-Latine, and likes churros. Her truck is named Josephine, though that name would fit the broomstick she's holding. In the Papa Louie Games, she met her lover, a biker named Rico, and they often travel together. She's laughing here, much often like a witch.

End of ID.]

If you haven't played a papa louie game, hopefully the image descriptions give you an other people who haven't played one a glimpse of what the lore would suggest.

[emwheezie]

Tag yourself as one of my characters!!

Lennon:

Gremlin mode

Daddy issues

Bad hair

Musical/Creative genius. Perfect pitch

Ambitious

Doesn't shower

Ate a lasagna once

Doesn't know how to use his words

Fights drywall

Movie watcher

Chicken addiction

Street smart

Closeted Weezer fan

Dunkin Donuts

Shoes on the bed

Green Day

Might be silly

Goes up the stairs on all fours

Stressed/depressed/poorly dressed

PBC singer and lead guitar

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Tony:

Purple

Crazy driver

:3

Mall pretzels

Catholic school survivor

Emotionally smart/book smart

Stressed/depressed/dressed to impress

Afraid of getting old/ugly

Wants to fight the MBTA

Might be delusional

throws up from anxiety

Redbull and Taco Bell

Loves dogs

Green Day

Poetic

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Theo

Lactose intolerant

Finds meaning in everything

Always in a relationship

PBC bassist and "manager"

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Enzo:

Evil

Might have killed a man

Man Bun

Posts on DeviantART

Loves dragons

whispers and shakes

Future tattoo artist

Movie connoisseur

Might be a furry...?

LOVES the Saw movie franchise

Protective and loyal

Street smart

Stays up all night in the dark

In an online relationship

Does what he wants

Doesn't waste time

Sparkling water enjoyer

Tea drinker

Never listened to a music in his life

Guitarist in a band (PBC)

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Theo:

From New Hampshire

Married

Asexual

Golden retriever personality 

Grew up with 8 siblings

Joined the military after High School

Eats Oatmeal?

Doesn't wear a seatbelt

Outdoorsy/hiking adventures

Works at a club/bar with his wife, Gia

Is a cinnamon roll

Emotionally smart

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Tony

Calls music his "funky jams"

Forgets his shoes

Mtn Dew

Forgetful

Kidney Stones

His appendix exploded once

PBC drummer

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Park:

Loves alcohol

Hates the government

Hates the IRS

Has never paid taxes

No sense of personal space/very touchy

LOUD

Climbs things

Grilled cheese enthusiast  

Dunkin Donuts manager

Aliens are 4 realz

loves video games

Wicked smart

Goes to MIT for like space engineering or something idk

Makes monkey noises

"I have to be both the sexiest and most mentally challenged person in the room at all times"

Obsessed with skin walkers

Conspiracy theories

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Oli:

Photography/cinematography 

Graphic design

Urban Explorer

Abandoned things

Summer time vibes

Lives in sleeveless shirts

Black coffee drinker

health freak/gym rat

Smokes cigarettes (hey we all have our vices)

Secretly gay

Does graffiti 

Runs from his problems

Travels for work

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Alyssa:

Preforms unethical experiments in the sims 3

Loves cows

So many many plushies there's no room for her in the bed

weezer fan

Talks a lot

Lots of keychains/charms

Maximalism!

Assertive

Good listener

Workaholic 

HAS to be the BEST at anything she does

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Rosie

Grew up with strict parents

Working too many hours at Dunkin Donuts

Former ballet/dancer

Likes to bake and really good at it!

Compulsive liar

"I have a twin sister who goes to another school"

Gets jealous easily

Body image problems/eating disorders :(

Emotionally Immature 

Spider eyelashes

A nose ring is "rebelling from my parents"

Currently in college

Afraid of change

Emotional support eldest daughter

Loves to sing

[nico-di-genova]

Per your tags: please tell me about your blorbos?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

I most definitely will tell you about my blorbos!!! It’s like I opened Pandora’s box, and now I cannot shut up about them tbh.

Josh:

Got into guitar after playing guitar hero on the wii at his church. They had an after school program and he was flexing on the kids by playing devil went down to Georgia on hard with the guitar behind his head.

Worked at a coffeeshop before the band took off and survived exclusively off of coffee and stale vanilla bean scones.

Favorite movie is Cars 3, and he had a crush on Lightning McQueen as a kid (Elijah knows this and thinks it’s funny to tease him about it)

Keegan:

Crochets before shows in the green room to calm their nerves. Josh, Elijah, Liv, and like half of their crew have plushies made by them.

Was really into silly bands when they were a kid and still have a decently sized collection. They like to throw them out during performances, so it’s like a thing to get a silly band from the lead singer of Found Home now .

Originally auditioned to be the bassist, and had no interest in being a frontman. Josh talked them into it though.

Liv:

Has a bulldog named Max who comes on tour with them. Max is short for Maxipad.

She met her girlfriend, Ridley, freshman year of college. They’re planning to get a place together once this most recent tour wraps up. Ridley wants to be a writer, and Max does dramatic readings of her works out loud to cheer Ridley up.

Often drums so aggressively she rubs her hands raw. There’s usually blood on her drum set somewhere after a show. Ridley bandages her hands if she’s there.

Elijah:

Got into his dream school, but ended up going to a local college so he could stay by Josh. Their dad died a little before Eli turned 18, and Josh was only eleven, so he didn’t want to leave him.

Is secretly a cat person and scared of Liv’s dog. Still let’s her bring him over for pool parties at his house though.

Was stupid excited to be a dad. Like running into the baby clothes section of target the second he heard, already grabbing onesies he’d been eyeing for years.

[judas-is-carrion]

the grand story of johnny killjoy and his girlfriend made of chocolate

here’s the story i referenced in this post (content warnings for violence and general wacky silliness)

Once upon a time, there was a maaaaaaagical place called Neontown, and it was always raining a little bit, and the place  looked like fucking Bladerunner. There in the glowing-glowing lived a boy named Johnny, last name Killjoy. Johnny had a bike, a jacket, and a sweet bass. He also had a girlfriend named Kitten, who was made of different shades of chocolate. We might get to her later, back to the bassist. His hair didn’t matter but his music did. When Johnny ripped it the fuck up on his bass, he made things happen. He could open portals to places and drive his bike through, he could raise the ground and tower over people as he walked past them with platform Earth-boots, he could slap in the street and all the people that he’d meet would feel good for a change. 

One day, the streets of Neontown grew dry, as the constant light drizzle had suddenly stopped. Lines and lines of stage lights burst from the curbs of the streets, black clouds smoothed their way over the sky like icing under an offset spatula, and the veins of Neontown grew bright as your future while the buildings and storefronts with all their humming illumination grew dishwater-dim under the opposition surge. In the town square, the stage lights fell into a spiral pattern, tightening on a black gazebo that had sprung up like a toadstool overnight. As the punks of Neontown watched, a huge pile of candy corn dropped from the gazebo’s high ceiling onto its floor, and from it burst a perky goth babe with rockin’ tits and hair that hung straight down like spinal cords pulled tight.

“Hey guys!” candy corn girl cooed, black-painted lips pulling back over her teeth. “It’s like, sooo good to be here. My name’s Jenna Gehenna~” she greeted, turning in a slow circle in her tulle-y, glittery Party City witch’s dress. A shitty beat-up wide-brimmed witch’s hat was jammed on her head and held in place by a few bobby pins with plastic pumpkins on the ends. Her tights were striped purple and black and she stepped daintily down out of the gazebo in knee-high combat boots. “I’m like, a demon or whatever, and I’m here to wipe out your gross little city and make it Halloween forever.” she finished, balling her hands into excited little fists and bringing her elbows together in front of her to push her boobs up.

“Don’t call our town gross, you’re gross! And where the hell did you come from anyway?” barked a girl in a dog collar with a lime green mullet and spiderweb tights. Jenna’s eyes turned on her, as did the stage lights in the ground. Miss Gehenna skipped over to the girl who had spoken, a pitying look in her eyes. “No, you are gross, sweetie. Y’all are all ‘vomit this’ and ‘diarrhea that’, you know what I mean? You punk guys love being gross though, it’s okay! ‘Do what you love’, right? C’mere…” she motioned for the girl to come into her open arms for an embrace, which, in her confusion, she did.

Jenna squeezed her tightly once, then grabbed her ass and kissed her hard. The girl gasped, trying to step back but she only succeeded in pushing her ass into Jenna’s hands and allowing Jenna to slide her tongue into her mouth. She started kissing Jenna back, getting more excited the more she thought about everyone watching them. Jenna’s latest target of assault thought about pulling away for a moment to ask Jenna back to her place, but could not as something thick and sweet began flowing into her mouth. Recoiling, the green-haired girl tried to break away from Jenna but was held in place by the bimbo Halloween demon’s

killer grip. Jenna sank her fingers into the girl’s flesh where she held her, the two of them tumbling to the ground and still furiously making out.  Dog-collar girl’s muscles started to spasm and her limbs thrashed, and murmurs of “Dude she’s fucking choking!” “On what, dude, Jenna’s tongue? How does that work?” “Shit, am I the only one turned on by this?” snaked through the crowd, and Jenna finally released her victim, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smearing her pristine black lipstick all the fuck over her face. Meanwhile, dog-collar’s corpse lay on the ground, streams of rich, sweet caramel sauce ran out of the dead tear ducts, nostrils, mouth and ears, as well as the anus and vagina but that was left as a sweet surprise for the embalmer, who didn;t have that much work to do as she was essentially sugar-cured.

Meanwhile, at a terrible fucking motel on the edge of town (I mean a REALLY awful one, that like...NOBODY should go to…)...

Johnny Killjoy sat pla.ying his beautiful bass guitar named Maria, whom Kitten was a bit jealous of, but she kept it in check. He slapped the strings so hard and fast sometimes that Kitten felt grateful that she WASN'T in Maria's place. Johnny was in the middle of a big Garages kick, and as he was jamming out to the chorus of "Mike Townsend is a Disappointment", Kitten glanced out their motel-room window. Chocolate lids slid over candy eyes as she blinked, unsure of what she was seeing. 

“The rain stopped.” Kitten commented.

“HE’S A LOSER AND A TOTAL DIS-, what’s that, baby?” Johnny stopped playing and turned his attention to his confectionary companion. She drew him over to the window.

“Whoa…the atmosphere in town looks like shit. The hell’s goin’ on…wanna go check it out, girls?” he asked the two ladies. Maria hummed an “E” and Kitten nodded, putting on a helmet and some heat-resistant pants so Johnny’s bike wouldn’t melt her legs off. Slinging Maria over his back, the three roared their way into town, kicking up dirt in a joyous spray as they came to a stop. Kitten hopped off Johnny’s ride first, observing the lines of impromptu lighting. 

“Is there some performance art happening or something?” she asked a passing punk, who gave her a panicked stare. “It’s getting really fucked up, you guys should split!” they said, before gliding away on their Heelys.Johnny and Kitten exchanged a look before he un-slung Maria from his back and played a quick riff that enshrouded them all in an aura of protection. The three made their way to the center of town where Jenne Gehenna was hanging punks up on lampposts, their skin cut like the flaps of paper used to coat piñatas, bellies bulging with what Johnny hoped (hoped?) was candy. In the black gazebo, they could see Jenna working on her latest victim, the poor soul still alive and screaming intermittently as the demon force-fed them fistfuls of wrapped candies.

“Okay. You know what? I’m not feeling this anymore. Lemme lay this on ya, Kitten: let’s bail.”

“What? You’re not gonna help them, Johnny?”

“They don’t need my help anymore.”

Kitten stared at him. “Baby…are you sure? You love being the hero. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Johnny shook his head with a smile. “I know, sweetness, I know. I, well, we have been doing this for a long goddamn time. And it sure has felt good. But I just gotta be honest with ya babe, it does nothing for me. Yeah, I get the high and everything, but after that there’s always a come-down and like, that sucks. I can’t just keep chasing that high only to get knocked on my ass and feel like I HAVE to get back up again. So let’s bail. These bozos shoulda done the same as soon as they saw a demon chick jump out of a pile of candy.”

Kitten pouted, but knew Johnny had a point. 

They all got re-settled on the bike, whose name was Joesifeen, and headed out for a place where the people did way less drugs and enjoyed their lives a lot more day-to-day. Literally The End.

[kokakku]

OC band: Shot dead

(Different format from my other intros bc it's five people lol. Also no read more cut because it's giving me issues)

They're based in Anaheim CA, they live together in a small house

They met as kids/young teens and consider eachother family

They're basically a polycule tbh

All are conversational in ASL (except Foxe and Aliyah who are fluent)

Their time period and even ages aren't solidly set! This is I like to put them in lots of AUs lol. But their basic facts and age differences between the group are set!

Members:

Danny #📷

Daniel Matthew George

24, Pisces, 6', cis man, bisexual demiromantic

Lead guitarist (plays ibanez GRGM21M and fender player stratocaster, both shiny black)

Extra:

Dad friend of the group, his calm and caring personality makes him the best at giving direction and solving conflicts. He's the (unofficial) leader of the group because of this

He was in a car crash at 10 that killed his (adoptive) parents and left him with lasting nerve and muscle damage in his left leg, which gives him a limp. He uses a cane sometimes but usually chooses to go without it.

He likes photography! It's his main hobby outside of music, which is why his emoji is a camera

Through Foxe, he's conversational in Japanese! He translates songs for them if they don't feel like it

Aliyah #🥁

Aliyah Marissa Kendrick

23, Gemini, 5'5", genderqueer (she/they,) pansexual

Drummer (plays yellow mapex armory 5 piece set with stickers all over it)

Extra:

Deaf/HOH, hearing loss runs in her family and started for her at about 17, playing the drums without earplugs definitely doesn't help. She has hearing aids but generally doesn't wear them as she finds them uncomfortable and has enough hearing to get by without them (in her opinion anyway)

Always changing her hair, whether it be fun wigs or colorful braids and dreads, she's always playing with color and style

She does a lot of DIY with her clothes, she likes making patches mostly!

Full of mischief and always messing around with the other members, she's very outgoing and silly

Skye #🎸

Skye Alice Tate

23, Virgo, 6'3", cis female, arospec lesbian

Bassist (plays ESP LTD F-415FM, also plays a dark red Gibson Les Paul electric guitar)

Extra:

Speaks decent Japanese and Spanish, doesn't really use either outside of talking with the other members though.

Second best guitarist in the group (don't tell Jax) but plays bass because she prefers the sound, and less attention on stage.

Generally calm and chill but absolutely will join in on shenanigans if it seems fun enough, always egging on Aliyah and Jax when they're up to something

Her mom overdosed when she was 15, leaving her alone, she spent a lot of time couch surfing until the band moved in together because she didn't care for her group home

Jax #🛹

Jackson Oliver Mendoza

21, Scorpio, 6'1", demiboy (he/they,) bisexual

Rhythm guitar (plays ibanez GRGR120EX, custom painted green)

Extra:

Half Choctaw, half Mexican. Fairly disconnected from Choctaw culture since his mom died when he was 4. Has limited connections with Mexican culture and speaks Spanish fluently, but doesn't really like being around his family

Big family! Three brothers and four sisters. his younger four siblings are half siblings through his step mom, the older three are full siblings

Silly and goofy and very outgoing, kind of a flirt but he genuinely means well. He just wants to make everyone around him happy!

Doesn't realize it, but has the early stages of schizophrenia. It's through his mothers side of the family, which is why he doesn't know :(

Foxe #🦊

Foxe Keiko Suzuki

20, Cancer, 5'8", genderfluid (they/he/she,) bisexual

Lead singer (also plays guitar. Red epiphone SG standard)

Extra:

Half Russian, half Japanese. Born in Japan and emigrated to America at 8. speaks Japanese fluently and Russian conversationally.

Raised in a weird cult until they were like 12, they don't like to talk about it

Suffered head trauma and a near drowning incident that left them with some brain damage, because of this they speak with a slur and stutter, but can still sing just fine! To "not inconvenience" anyone, they usually communicate with ASL and have another member translate. But they talk openly at home !

Bubbly and sweet personality despite everything, they love to perform and make people feel good. They love the rest of the members a lot and they show it often!

[racingtoaredlight]

Freddie Green

You know you're a badass when someone can just say a name, and a musician knows immediately what to do after that. You tell a pianist to play like Art Tatum, and out comes the stride (if they can). You tell a bassist to play like Jaco and you'll get all the notes, like Flea and you'll get the slaps, like Ray Brown and you'll get the greatest foundation a bassist can provide.

For guitarists, there's a few guys like this. One of them is Freddie Green, someone I've written about in the past.

When someone says "Freddie Green" you know exactly what your role is...you're playing quarter notes in swing, and you're responsible for driving the entire band. Listen to the clip above for a minute or two...there's a bassist and a drummer there, but every one of those guys is keyed into Freddie.

It is 100% entirely about the groove. Freddie started when amps weren't really a thing, and never played thru one for any extended period of time. He was the king of the acoustic guitar in jazz. Unrivaled.

Here's another great example...at any point during this song, you'll easily be able to find the telltale *thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk*.

This is a dying style. Guitarists today have been spoiled rotten by amps and effects, and you're far, FAR more likely to see a guitarist simply not comp for other musicians than you would find one play the Freddie Green style.

Which is silly because when you turn the volume on your guitar down, start thunking away, you can almost feel the bassist and drummer perk up, latch on immedaitely and you're off to the races. Yes, even in 2024. It's just a damn good foundation.

Over the years, a lot of this style's important stuff has been lost. YouTube is lousy with guitarists trying to teach you the style...and teach it wrongly.

Here's an absolutely phenomenal example of how it's done (posted this awhile ago). What I want you to focus on is two things...1. watch his left hand bounce with every chord, this cuts down on sustain and mimics what the bass is doing, and 2. watch his right hand work in a "circular" fashion, which adds dynamics and accentuates the syncopated swing rhythm.

This is another vid I've posted at least a half dozen times before...

Of course a North Texas guy knows how to teach a jazz concept. Wouldn't expect anything less.

Again, watch the bounce in his left hand. He doesn't have the same exaggerated circular picking, but he's moving it around a bit. The whole vid is incredible, and goes into a depth you likely don't care about, but this demonstration goes to show how simple but extremely strong fundamentals can be enough for an entire band to build music on top of.

That's the beauty of the Freddie Green style.

And it's a bummer that it's a dying (might be already dead) art.

The whole point of glue is to bring multiple things together, and that's what the rhythm guitar is all about. The bass is the piles of bricks, the piano and melody is the ornamentation and style of the architecture...but those two things need mortar to make the whole thing a solid structure, and that's the role the guitar originally played in ensemble music.

Amps changed things, where the projection of an acoustic guitar mattered much less. Take Wes Montgomery. He's hardly the first to use an amp, but became a worldwide star using his thumb, something that probably wouldn't have been heard past the first few rows without an amplifier. He used his thumb specifically to be quiet and not wake his family up when he'd practice late at night.

Point being, it wasn't long before this style of rhythm guitar became antiquated. Guitarists and their egos demanded to be heard front and center. They wanted to be the violinists or horn players that get adulation in classical and older forms of jazz. An amplifier allowed them to realize this dream.

And there have been great developments in complimentary playing with amps, I won't deny that. Jim Hall and Joe Pass immediately spring to mind. Both those guys used Freddie Green style about half the time though...to great effect.

Here's Jim Hall...for all his brilliant improvisational counterpoint, he'd still rely on Freddie Green style heavily.

Here's Joe Pass...you don't even need a rhythm section when you can mix in Freddie Green stuff with the walking bass style Joe pioneered.

This is a roundabout way of saying I'm very pleased that I was exposed to this style of comping at a relatively young age, and have always had it in my quiver.

I'm doing a guitar/saxophone duo gig next week, and have been spending a huge amount of time working on comping and filling up all that space beneath a soloist by myself. Freddie Green style is a huge part of that...stay out of the soloists way until they start cooking, then throw in the counterpoint.

Comping is something that isn't the sole purpose of a modern guitar player. Talented kids are thrust into soloist lights immediately, and their comping almost always suffers into adulthood. Education is almost entirely focused on soloing and melody...not rhythm and harmony, it's natural element.

I truly hope that this style sees a renaissance. I talk to my teachers a lot about this...their students want to learn solos and complex, exotic scales and built bulletproof technique. Which of course is fine. But when a guitarist spends 75% of their time on stage outside of the soloist light, why aren't they spending 75% of their practice time working on ways to fill a role better?

I have a few saxophone playing friends...and I can keep up with their speed, but with a lot more effort. A sax is built for speed, a guitar is built to handle rough harmonic terrain. Even at my best, I still tell them "it's like trying to keep up with a Ferrari in a Jeep."

They always laugh, start noodling fast, and then I ask "play a C major triad," which they of course can't, and we laugh again. But it's a legit point...the guitar is a chordal, polyphonic instrument. Treating it like an instrument that can only play one note at a time is like asking a dog to be a cat. It's just not their natural operating environment.

Guitarists should play like guitarists. Play chords. Lay foundations for soloists. Sure, you can still blaze, and it's important, but the rhythm world of guitar is a rich, envigorating world, and one that I find gets ignored all too much.

Rant over.

[namuneulbo]

week eighty

this week was good mentally ig? idk my ocd has been really nice to me lately and my compulsions havent been as bad as they usually are which is nice. i hope this continues for a while at least.

monday was happy for me. wearing my fav bowie shirt helps too. its gotten a small spot now that didnt go away in the wash and ive frantically been putting a bunch of cleaning chemicals on it and hoping itll go away bc shit was expensive + its one of my fav shirts i own + its one of my comfiest shirts + ratio + ur mom.

we had a grunting workshop at school w the singer of finntroll which was super epic. hes so cool lol and i was just super excited ab getting the proper learn it and get feedback in real time so ik im not doing something bad to my vocal chords and throat and all that. he said i sounded good while we were trying some stuff out as a group so that boosted my ego a lot lol.

now,,,, exciting !!! thing !!!

me and my friends came back to school by the end of lunch break and who do i see as we walk in...?

w, of course!

i had said hi to him earlier iirc but i might be mixing up the days, anyways, i somehow managed to just walk up to him and talk to him. nothing crazy, i just asked him ab the paramore cover band stuff and being like “yooo, is it still happening or..?” and he was like “oh yeah, i still really want to do it, im just very busy atm” and i was like “ah, thats fine, i can help u out w anything if u want to. its fine if it gets a bit postponed too!” and he was all like “ah, thanks!”. that wasnt perfectly transcribed bc ive honestly forgotten a lot of the things that were said but those were the key points ig. i just got so nervous when talking to him lol i was just staring into his eyes the whole time which is super rare for me but ig i was so focused on what i had to say that i didnt even think of it but now all i remember is how green his eyes are and how cutely he smiled when he thanked me and i also feel like ive stood way too close to him although i dont think i did in reality but like considering all i remember are his eyes it feels as it ive stood too close. we had a cute lil bye sesh and then i ran to class. everyone was there already and i just sat next to c and smiled frantically. my friends had seen me walk up to him and thankfully they just walked to class wo me bc i wouldnt have done so,,, okay w them behind me, watching me try to talk to this silly lil guy. anyways, i explained as much as i could considering we were still in a room full of ppl who know this guy lol. i showed how shakey i was to c and they laughed ab it. i remember going to fill my water bottle and just jumping up and down in excitement the second i locked the bathroom door and my hand shaking like crazy as i held my water bottle under the streaming water.

tuesday! the workshop continued! afterwards we were in a smaller group of people and got more personal feedback. he said i did it really well and that i have the technique down so im super happy ab that.

wednesday was iconic. there was this party for the uni part of my school that ppl had been talking ab lots. as far as ik it was like a lil party for just the uni students where they were performing for each other. w was playing there even though hes not in uni yet. he played w his tribute band (which ik bc i saw him listening to a playlist w the name of the party and it was just filled w the police songs and it was made by the bassist in that band, who i later followed on spotify too hehe hes so cool and his music taste is so good bro?). so thered be that performance thing party and then an after party in our school party place thingy in the basement.

since it was wednesday, it was music quiz as well so i was ofc going to that. i knew i could get into the after party so i decided to freshen myself up a bit extra before going out for the extremely tiny chance that w would be at the party.

for context, w is NOT a party person. he doesnt drink and he also just,, doesnt ever go out really?? hes just like me fr but anyways, i thought today he might actually be there bc of the performance thingy. like yk, he might as well go? i thought?

so i first go to a short pregame at ds place. i got there so late that i didnt drink anything before going to the bar. i watched them speedrun a drinking game before we left to the bar.

once we were at the bar we had to sit further in bc of how full it was. i prefer sitting closer to the enterance bc the volumes lower, anyways, vs parents were there which was quite fun ig haha they were really nice and his mom was so cute so it was fun. the quiz this week was so hard though, the songs were so weird and the trivia qs were just a bunch of statistics that no one would know. i was so hungry so i decided to not drink anything until the afterparty bc i didnt want to throw up. vs dad bought us salmiac shots though which i obviously could not refuse, theyre my fav. afterwards, i went home and devoured some cheese and tomato sandwiches and then i went back to ds place. we stayed there until we got a green light to leave and go to the after party.

earlier at the bar i had asked c how big of a chance it would be that w would be at the after party. she confidently laughed and said “like, 10%. absolutely no way hes there, sorry girl!”. i try to persuade her being like “hm but think ab it!” and shes like “yea, its a bigger chance than other days but dont get ur hopes up too much”. i ask the same thing of l. they say “oh god, no way. he wont be there. 95% sure he wont be there. no way.”. personally, i thought there was like a 40% chance hed be there.

we arrive at the after party. me and l were by ourselves pretty much. we scan the place and no w is to be seen. i get a bit disappointed although nothing crazy since i knew he wouldnt ACTUALLY be there but yk, i still had my hopes up. me and l sit down in a couch by the bar. i turn to them and kinda pout being like a bit sarcastically overdramatic and say “not even ds here!”. linnea looks at me and points behind me w a small gesture and goes: “look”.

i see d walking confidently towards the bar. n and w walking softly behind him. me and l just stare at each other w wide eyes and the second they walked out the room we burst out in laughter bc both the chance and the timing was so crazy. we get up to see where they went but dont stalk too intently. we went back to the bar room after a while and sit down on another couch and talk w s. s is super talkative and fun so hes very appreciated when ur feeling a bit lost at parties and gatherings. we sit and talk w him and i see d, n and w walking back in the room. they walk past and i stare lovingly at w. they sit down on the couch me and l sat on earlier and w sat right where i sat. ty god!

i can see w nicely from where im sitting and its like a side angle but like far enough back that he cant see me staring unless he turns his head so im taking this opportunity to STARE. i analyze his outfit. hes wearing black shoes instead of the usual white nikes ones or the yellow vans. his long brown hair falls cutely under his hat. his black tee is once again hugging his biceps so ,, attractively. at one point he throws his head back and keeps it there for a while. he was probably tired. it was 1 am tbf. i feel quite bad saying its hot in a way bc i do feel bad for him if he was just feeling tired and wanted to go home but like,,, bro put his whole adams apple on display for me, a firm lover of big adams apples, i just couldnt help but die on the inside. so hot. i had never noticed how big his adams apple was until that. new feature to admire hihi!

i watch him scroll through facebook and insta as his friends talk w others. im far away enough that i cant tell what the posts r or anything. hes so interesting. ive always seen him as super talkative and outgoing but hes not really? i think he might just be an introvert whose social battery had run out. i think we might be quite similar socially actually. i do think hes less shy than me, he seems that way at least but i do think hes similar to me where i just have better and worse days and somedays im super talkative and talk to random ppl more easily and somedays im quite quiet and barely talk to ppl ik. hes also like, alone, a lot. i feel a bit bad for him. i think it might be by choice? he does talk to ppl, its not that, but he tends to walk around school alone. ig its bc hes not actually in school but just doing civilian work.

i slept a total of four hours before my shift the next morning. two at night, got ready in one hour and slept for another two before leaving for work. i was surprisingly awake at work though. like, yeah, i could feel the lack of sleep but it wasnt terrible. i did some grocery shopping afterwards.

friday! last official day of school. i just have my graduation left. we didnt have anything important in the morning but i went to school to see if w was there. he wasnt in the morning TT i followed l to the shop and they went to buy coffee then went to the library to study. i went back to school for a short bit to see if hed be there, he wasnt. i talked to c briefly and told her ab why i was in school so early and she gave me a lil look and scoffed but it was funny. i went home and drank a pepsi and got some studying done before heading back for lunch. during lunch break i see w for the first time. i was too shy to say hi though.

our schedule said the afternoon was a surprise so no one knew what we were doing. we all met in the main hallway of the music building and then went out. they left while i was in the bathroom so i had to run and catch up w them. theyd gone quite far so it was quite embarrassing running all across the town square. everyone was guessing where we were going as we walked. i walked w c, l and l. l joked that we were going to see one of the schools alumni play in the park and i believed him for a good minute before they told me it was just a joke. i guessed we were going to play mini golf and i was right lol. we played mini golf and it was so hot outside bro. i was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans so i was DYING. it was fun for a bit but i dont really enjoy it so it got boring quickly since it was so hot too and its just too repetitive and w a big team it takes ages to finish.

after that we had a music quiz (or two in a way, one w tv show themes and one w normal songs) in the park w some ice cream. i was sad we didnt get to pick teams but i got to be in the same team as c at least. we took one last class group pic together too :’)

there was this small culture event starting in the evening. it was a festival that lasted all weekend. it had a small participation fee and it was even cheaper w the student “pay what u can” ticket. i only went on friday and saturday bc the only event on sunday was the same art exhibition they displayed the entire weekend. i was pleasantly surprised by friday bc i had higher expectations ab saturday but ended up liking fridays programmes more.

on friday, me and l got there around 7 pm and wHO DO I SEE AS SOON AS I GET THROUGH THE DOOR??? not w BUT both of his parents. see, ive stalked his parents instas LIGHTLY. i felt weird ab going too deep but ive just seen the pics hes tagged in from his parents instas so i just know his parents names and what they look like. i knew his mom had some project there bc her name was on all of the posters. i ‘fangirl’ a bit to l and we go on w the exhibition, enjoying the epic art. the first programme is a 30 minute sesh of video art on the screen. i love video art a lot, its always my fav when at a museum. the first one was actually the one ws mom made, or well, she was the performer in it and i was just staring bc she looked SO YOUNG. she has gray hair but in the video it was blonde and she just looked so youthful i was questioning whether i was tripping and just seeing things. shes such a cute lady. it was a really cool video of her doing,,, interpretive dancing? silly gestures? in the forest. it was so pretty. afterwards she held a little speech and it was really interesting and agh such a cute lady like actually so loveable. i love humans sm.

the second video was a video of someone manically vacuuming while dressed in underwear. it was silly but it was nice w something less intense in-between.

the third was quite a short one of a robot speaking ab how it doesnt feel feelings and stuff. kinda scary.

the fourth one i cried at lol idk if it was bc i felt emotional or if it was eyeliner getting into my eye or the bright light coming from the screen but i cried lol. it was another forest video. a person standing in the forest, trying to rip their sweater off but not managing to do it. there was a repeating phrase in swedish in the back but i cant remember the exact quote but it was something like “taking off the body that is you”. so beautiful.

id say the last one had the most elements to it. white (like, literally, fully white clothing, hair and makeup) person walking around in unsaturated landscapes. v pretty.

afterwards there was a dj thing that we decided to skip to go to the bar. we went to see a rage against the machine cover band but i had to leave quite early bc i was so socially drained and also, i forgot my ear protection so i was scared to stand there wo it. im so scared of getting tinnitus, esp as a musician.

saturday! i met up w e in the early afternoon. shes got a summer job at h&m and im so jealous. we went to some garden thrift shops (?) in the older part of town. such pretty gardens and i ended up getting a dark blue flannel and three glass bottles to put flowers in. v happy!

we later went to a café and chatted for an hour or so. i had an iced latte and a mudcake and it was so yum ! we then went walking around some shops and then went out for ice cream from the ice cream stand. theyve changed to the yucky soft serve and im so sad. only mcdonalds has the good soft serve nowadays TT

we spent the last hour or so at my place and did nothing really. i just touched up my makeup and gave her a try-on haul of the flannel. i feel really bad in a way. im so sure she likes me and it feels so mean now that i have a crush on someone else. i liked her a LITTLE. like i was a bit intrigued by the idea back in september but she didnt seem to have that then. i do think she deserves someone who gets as much butterflies as she does when theyre w each other though. ive realized thats usually the best way to make me realize whether i like someone or not. i need butterflies! such a good feeling!

in the evening me, c, l and ls ‘friend’ e went to the event again to join a queer culture quiz. we SUCKED, it was truly humbling. e was super nice and it was fun getting to speak english for a bit. after the quiz i joined c to the store to buy some food. i didnt get anything bc i wasnt THAT hungry and i knew wed go out for food later anyways. we met i on the way there and then again in the store. c and i sat in the park while they ate their food and then we went back to the venue. we missed some performance thingy but i wasnt too interested in it anyways. we came just in time for an elvis impersonator. it was surely,,, something. me and c were both very shocked over the ,,, quality... the thing is it was supposed to be satire but like it was just,,, actually bad. the costume was cool though. we then listened to some ambient music woah. i thought it would be a bit different but it was alright. c had to leave earlier bc she got overwhelmed by it and me, e and l left once some more ppl started leaving. nobody seemed to enjoy it that much. we stood outside and talked w s for a while. at one point a bunchhhh of ppl started leaving which was quite funny to watch happen.

we left after a bit and we went to get fries and the hot guy was at the cash register!!!!!!! super happy. me and c fangirled a bit over how hot he was.

we ate the fries in the park and i was feeling a bit woah ab the fact that we were IN the park so late at night. its a big park and its kinda known for being sketchy at night but we walked out unstabbed so id call it a success.

lastly, we went to the bar. it was filled w ppl and the festival held its after party there. it was basically a rave so i didnt really go to the dance floor but i stood outside passively smoking for hours instead. we were kind of awkward bc no one wanted to go up and talk to ppl. i suggested we couldve gone and talk to h and s and their friends or c and d and after suggesting c and d, c (my friend c, not this guy c) scoffed and went like “what would we talk ab w c and d? smoking weed?” and i was like “yeah? lets smoke w them yo!” and then they just ignored it lol but i kept talking ab going smoking w d throughout the night and i think i was the only one who found it funny. good thing i was sober bc i think if i wouldve been drunk i mightve even actually walked up to d and been like “yo,,, ik weve never exchanged a single word before but ur really cool, love ur bass stuff dawg (+ i have a massive crush on ur drummer friend), wanna get high?”

i left after a while bc i got bored bc my chingus didnt want to talk w anyoneeeee. fell asleep and woke up w a cold and its so bad atm. my entire body hurts and im so weak. work was so bad bc of it and idk,,, i might have to call in sick next shift. well see.

ive been listening to a lot of the police this past week so obviously...

sotw: the police - every breath you take

[luveline]

heavy handed | remus lupin x fem!reader

summary your debut as the marauders’ new guitarist doesn’t exactly go to plan when remus gets handsy with you on stage.

warmings bassist!remus x guitarist!reader, singer!sirius, drummer!james, on stage anxiety, stage fright, remus being hot, light hurt/comfort, completely consensual touching but people get the wrong idea [wc 2.5k]

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"What if they don't like me?" you ask. 

It's so loud on side stage that you might as well have whispered, but Remus seems to hear you fine. 

"They will," he says. 

You still can't believe you're here. When Remus had called and said they were opening auditions for a second guitar player now that they'd fobbed off Peter, you hadn't quite believed it. 

And then, when your former friends from college had actually been impressed with your playing and asked you to do some test runs, you'd pinched yourself. 

But this was unreal. 

You can hear the crowd. Marauders, Marauders, Marauders, in your spine, their cheers and screams loud enough to send vibrations through the entire venue. You mess with the tie around your neck. 

"Do I look stupid?" you ask. 

Remus smiles, the smile you remember from school. "You look awesome," he says.

You aren't so sure, looking down at your black ensemble; a miniskirt with a flaring hem, a satin top that showed a daring amount of cleavage, your silly red tie. You feel like you're playing dress up. You feel stupid. 

Remus had made it very clear that you could wear whatever you liked, a black bag, if you fancied it. But you wanted to be cool and you wanted their fans to like you, so you'd let Sirius dress you up. 

The boy in question appears with James in tow, the first in his usual rock star get up, the latter missing his shirt. The defined plains of James' dark torso explain why he's a fan-favourite. 

You bite your lip and look down at your shoes, a brand new pair of original converse. Simple. Sweet, a gift from Remus. He'd spelled, 'Welcome to the band,' in white paint pen across the side of your left shoe. You take a deep breath. 

"It's gonna be fine, jezebel," Sirius says, all shark tooth grin and eyeliner. 

"I mean," James begins, "it might not be. People are sexist." 

You wince, your worst fear said aloud. Remus rolls his eyes and throws a bare arm over your shoulder, looking a little less punk rock than the rest of you in a cream-toned Metallica t-shirt and olive green trousers that hug his thighs in a way that makes your heart skip. 

"Don't listen to him," Remus says, hugging you close so his words float straight into your ear. "I promised everything is gonna be fine, didn't I?" 

You nod but can't look at him. He had made you that promise a week ago, before the tour buses and airports, before the first paparazzi pictures and interviews. You'd called him in the middle of the night. 

"I don't think I can do this," you'd confessed, staring down at the magazine in your hand. You'd been announced as their new guitarist and people had a lot of opinions. Bad and good, you worried about living up to expectations. 

"You can, dove." 

You'd laughed bitterly, throat burning. "I'm not a- a rock star."

"And I am?" he'd asked, laughing with much more lightness. 

The tears had started then, and you'd covered your mouth. Remus had listened for a moment, and then he'd made his promise. "I know you can do this. I know you can, and better, I know you're gonna love this. Really, dove." You'd taken a ragged exhale and he'd doubled down. "I promise, everything is going to be fine. It's gonna be amazing. You just have to trust me." 

"Are we ready?" somebody asks, someone important that you should know but don't. 

The three boys look to you. "What?" you ask, startled. 

"Are you ready?" Sirius asks. 

You can't believe you're making decisions. You can't believe any of it, but you know they're gonna look after you out there. You nod before you can stop yourself. 

Remus swings his bass on. You let a pretty girl who smells distracting help you into your guitar. There's so many wires and microphones and packs clipped to you and you're already sweating despite being so scantily dressed. 

Sirius runs out first. The crowd is deafening. James is quick to follow, drumsticks already thudding against his thigh. Remus is signalled to make his entrance, but he waits. 

"Good evening, London!" Sirius screams. 

You look at Remus with wide eyes. "What are you doing? Go!" 

"You're after me, yeah? Don't freeze, don't look at the crowd if you don't want to. Find your footing first, and we'll manage everything else after, okay?" he says, a rush of words, his brown eyes lightened by adrenaline. 

You nod, a little listless. He grasps your shoulder hard enough to ache and walks on stage, just as Sirius says, "We have a treat for you guys tonight, as you're all well aware by now- no, not him! Fuck that guy. Where's our best girl?" 

And that's your cue. 

You try to walk exactly as Remus had. Despite his warning, the first thing you do is look out at the crowd – how could you not? It's blinding, thousands of people, cameras and flashing lights and noise, an overwhelming cacophony of screaming and whooping. You smile your best ditzy smile, the one you'd been practicing in the mirror all week, raising your hand to give a little wave. Another roaring of sound. 

You go a little deaf for a while, messing with the ear-piece tucked over your ear and then the microphone taped to your cheek. 

James sits at the back, hands messing with his cymbals, with foot pedals, back muscles moving as he bends over. Sirius is a ball of energy walking from one side of the stage to the other, then down the small catwalk. Remus stands stationary at the edge of the stage next to an amp the size of you. You don't want to impede on anyone's space and so you hover in the middle ground, pick shaking in your fingers. 

"There she is! Everybody, give our girl a warm welcome!" 

If you weren't deaf before you are now. Something in the uproar lifts your heart, and you find yourself looking toward the front row, making eye contact with audience members pressed bruisingly into the metal barrier. 

"Yeah! Give it up, and if you think she's something now you won't want to wait to hear her play." 

The next cue. Remus starts to play and receives another gratuitous uproar of sound. You feel mildly dizzy. 

The introduction of their first song is long, slow, allowing you a few seconds to remember that you're supposed to be playing as well. 

Sirius continues his chattering when he's supposed to be singing and Remus handles it well. You follow his lead. 

"We had a lot of things happen this summer that we never expected," a cascade of boos. James scowls in memory and Sirius laughs at the crowd. "Right, right. We thought, fuck? What the fuck are we gonna do? We need to find someone who can keep up with me, of all people." 

James laughs wolfishly, drumsticks beating his leg still. Poor boy. 

Remus makes a signal at Sirius to wrap it up. Sirius ignores this, and so Remus clears his throat. "We needed to find someone who fit," he explains.

"Right, someone who fits," Sirius agrees. 

"And he almost didn't allow it!" James shouts, mostly joking, to your knowledge. 

"Well, I wouldn't-" Sirius starts. 

"When we asked Y/N to come on with us, Sirius was reluctant," James talks over him. 

"Why?" an audience member shouts. 

"Because," Remus says seriously, "now he's not the prettiest girl in the band anymore." 

You flush from head to toe and your fingers slip. You don't think anyone besides Remus notices, and he smiles at you apologetically. 

"I'm not sure I'd say that," James jokes. 

"Fuck everybody except James. Let's play something already, Jesus, Moons, what are you doing?" Sirius asks, mock annoyed. 

Everybody laughs, yourself included, and it freaks you out to hear your own giggling projected wide. 

It gets easier as you stand there. You know how to play, and what's more, you're good. You can keep up, you can do everything that Peter did and you can do it better. Sirius sings how he talks, erratic, moving from rough to smooth to soothing, jumping when you need to jump; he keeps the crowd enthralled. 

It's about halfway through the planned setlist where things start to deviate. You're not as sure of yourself as you thought. You falter. The adrenaline makes your hands shake and you skip over chords you know like the back of your hand, amateurish. 

You can feel yourself sinking, wandering over wires and tape and rogue bottles of water to stand by Remus' side. He looks at you, plays the bassline expertly anyways, head inclined. You okay? 

You nod. A complicated mess of a solo is coming up, and you're getting jumpy. You focus every bit of energy and attention you command on making it through, chin pressed to your chest, lips pouting, eyebrows creased. Weirdly, you feel like you might die. 

You make it through and struggle to catch your breath. The lights grow lower for the next track, a blistering mesh of sounds that you'd practiced over and over and over together in the last few months. 

You gasp. Your microphone is off for now, and the only person who can hear it is Remus. You can't seem to catch your breath, leaning back to strum along, so lost that not even his unflinching playing can help you out. 

Remus gets this look on his face that you don't know. He finally moves from the spot he'd been standing in all night to slink up behind you. 

You feel the hot body of his bass press into your back, feel his breathing on your neck. 

"You're okay," he says. "Steady, dove." 

You nod mindlessly and play well. The bass line drops out as his hands fall away from his instrument, so hot they're branding. He pushes one over your shoulder and one under your armpit, careful to allow you your range of movement. 

He hugs your back to his chest, face pressing into your shoulder. 

"Calm down," he says into your skin.

He smells like sweat and amber and woodsmoke. Everypoint of contiguity is alight with chills. 

You miss a strut, pick it up, feeling something akin to safety as his arms tighten around you and his hands brush your naked, stagelit skin. His fingers spread and his pinky finger ghosts your breast and everything is white noise and screaming as you let yourself lean back into him. He breathes with you. Long, unending seconds of his skin on your skin and his careful breaths in your ear, hands soothing. He's dizzying. 

"You got it?" he asks softly. 

"Yeah," you say, eyes shining with tears from the bright lights. Your heartbeat is loud, but you can breathe, and it's enough for him. 

He brushes his thumb over your skin and slowly pulls away, lips touching lightly to the nape of your neck. He brings his bass back into his hands and plays like nothing happened. 

You look back to where you know James will be with questioning eyes. 

"What?" he mouths, confused by your attention. 

You shake your head at him, exasperated. What does he mean, what? Didn't he see that? 

He smirks. "Do I look hot right now?"

"Boiling!" you mouth back indulgently. 

He tips an open bottle of water over his head, pecs and abs shining, black hair dark and sticking to his face. 

You're pretty sure someone faints, James is that attractive. Still, for some reason, you find your eyes drifting back to your bass player, find some strange need to stare at the back of his head, how his shoulder blades move under his shirt. Watch his hands slide over strings and flinch back to the minutes before, where his hands had been all over you. 

You meet eyes with a girl in the front row. She's sweating and singing her heart out, and she smiles at you like it's the best night of her life. You smile back, and play pretty damn well after that. 

"I'm sorry," you say, when it's all done and you're sweaty and aching in line for the tour bus shower. James lies in his bunk, Sirius leans against the bathroom door. "I know I was a mess." 

Sirius makes a face of disgust. "Babe, you were fucking amazing." 

"I choked." 

"Everyone chokes. But let me know if we're taking turns with the on stage fondling," he says, winking, "I have pretty big hands." 

You feel heat rise to your face. "Was it bad?"

"The tabloids can't decide whether to paint him as a charlatan or a sexual predator," James informs you, dropping his phone against his chest. 

"He barely touched me," you say, shocked, "it was a hug." 

"It was a very heavy handed hug," Sirius snorts. 

"Lily wants to talk to you about it," James says, a whipped smile on his face at even the mention of your social manager. 

"About what?" 

Sirius looks at James and shakes his head, and the ever shirtless boy falls quiet. You look between them  with a pit in your stomach, glaring daggers. "About what, guys?"

There's a small silence. 

"Your stage performance," James says finally. 

"Saving poor Moony's reputation," Sirius furthers. 

"Right?" You look at James and know he knows more than he's saying, privileges that come with being Lily's almost boyfriend. "James." 

"She wants you to pretend to fall in love…on stage. So people don't get the wrong message." 

You climb into your bunk. Sirius offers you his pillow. You hold it over your mouth and scream. 

"Feel better?" 

You scream again. 

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