#string instument

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

I don't instument but I have been sitting here poking ukulele strings for like 30 minutes. I got shit to do. But like. I'm offended when it stops.

[bows4tyun]

PASSIONS - ! ⸝⸝ 최수빈 & 최범규

۶ৎ: "c'mon sweetie, tell us what you want." beomgyu's voice dripped with lechery as he spoke with a sexy tone. both of them looked down at you menacingly, waiting for you to speak. "we don't have all day"

⌗ pairing! - band member!soobin x fem!reader x band member!beomgyu

⌗ warnings! - smut, softdom!soobin, meandom!beomgyu, sub!reader, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (both m. receiving), no mxm, big dick soogyu, degrading, voyeurism, teasing, vaginal fingering, choking, ass smacking, cum restriction, breast worship, nipple play, soogyu call reader sweetie, baby, good girl, and whore

⌗ lexi adds! - this one made me... feel something. I'd be the same as reader if I was in this situation :3 also ty to anon for sending this yummy request!! also might be inaccurate cos I've never been to an actual band concert ;( not proofread!

your favourite band was coming to town, how could you not go?

so here you were, amidst the crowd of eager fans in the front row waiting for the members to come out and begin the concert. music videos of the band display on the big screens as the fans sing along to the songs.

once the last music video ends, it's silence. and suddenly, the lights go dark, signalling that the concert was beginning. roars and shouts began to join together as the members walked on stage, looking better than ever as the bright lights focused on their forms, positioning themselves in front of their designated instuments and microphones.

you looked at them in awe, taking your time to admire each member.

yeonjun, a confident guy who was also the main singer began to sing their newest song while the other vocalist stood beside him. taehyun sang with yeonjun, their voices harmonizing with such beauty that you and the crowd couldn't help but cheer for them. behind them was kai on the drums, his amazing drumming skills working amazingly with power and rhythm.

when you turned to taehyun's right, you saw soobin, a tall guy towering over his keyboard, his eyes focusing on each of the notes played.

finally, your gaze reaches beomgyu, who was right beside soobin. your eyes widened as you realized that beomgyu was a looking straight at you, a smirk adorning his face as his fingers worked on the strings of his bass guitar. he elbowed soobin gently and nodded toward you for soobin to look. you watched as his eyes searched for you, the person who beomgyu already had eyes on.

you made eye contact with him, smiling eagerly at the fact that two of the band members were gazing at you. they smile back and you wave your glow stick with power that had been given to you by the other fans before everyone was inside the venue.

beomgyu doesn't hesitate to laugh at how excited you were. finding it cute that you were acting like that just for them. you felt like your heart could just melt on the spot.

It went on like this throughout out the concert. of course, you had interactions with the other three members; a high five from yeonjun, a wave from taehyun, and a wink from kai, but soobin and beomgyu gave you the most attention.

you knew that getting the expensive front row tickets was worth it at this point. you were having the time of your life right now.

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then the concert came to an end. fans flooded the exits of the venue, buying merch and grabbing extra banners to keep as memories.

you followed behind the big crowd, about to walk through the doors of the venue when you hear a slightly muffled "excuse me" from behind you. when you turn around you realize you were stopped by a staff member.

you thought you were in some kind of trouble but what could have you done wrong? certainly nothing, right? "um... is there something wrong?" you stammered on your words as you spoke, a bit anxious for their response.

"come with me" the staff spoke with such bluntness, saying no more but turning around and starting to walk. hesitantly, you follow behind, your mind full of scepticism as they lead you to a part of venue you had never been to before.

finally, you reach a door, the room is labelled as "green room"

and then it hit you, this was where the group waited before going on stage. why were you being taken here? "uh- I don't have the vip ticket..." the staff leaves your words unanswered and opens the door, holding it and waiting for you to enter. you quickly do, not wanting to leave the staff waiting. "is there some kind of mistake?"

you couldn't see the staff's face, half of it covered by a white mask but you could tell they were getting tired of you, "do you want to see the members or not?"

"I'm seeing the members?" your eyes widened in surprise from the staff's words, completely bewildered.

before you could look at the staff member again, they left the room, leaving you to figure it out yourself. so you stood there, gripping your purse nervously as you await for the members of your favourite band to appear. you were so tense at this point, overthinking everything. thinking of what to say to them, how to act, and if you looked good right then and there.

before you could even check yourself in a mirror, the members came out, but only two; soobin and beomgyu.

they smirked when they saw how still you stood from shock. beomgyu chuckled softly, "what are you? some kind of statue?" his tone was joking yet sweet, just how you had imagined it. this felt like a dream. everything felt so surreal you wondered if you were even alive.

"uh no-" you stuttered and quickly fixed your stance.

"you're cute" soobin said, his hands leaving from his pockets as he crossed his arms over his chest. they both looked so menacing in front of you, they were even better looking up close.

they started walking closer and you didn't know what to do. your thoughts were running through your head like a bullet train and you felt the heat of their bodies radiate off of them ever so slightly when they were close enough.

beomgyu ran a finger softly across your jawline and cheek and suddenly, heat ran up to your face, your cheeks immediately turning to a pink hue, spreading like blush. of course, this was a normal reaction when your celebrity crush was this close to you and even caressing your face.

"when I saw you in the crowd... " he began, his tone in a low and soft growl "i couldn't help but think of how hot you were." you blush even harder than before at his words. you couldn't believe it. dressing to impress was definitely the way to go for the concert and it was paying off. you look at his face, only to see his eyes glued onto your slight anxious look on your face, a smirk running along his face as his eyes deepen into yours, creating some kind of romantic feel in the air.

"do you want to do us a favor? " soobin asked, his voice less menacing than beomgyu's. you nod your head, causing both of them to grin. "good, tell us what you want from us."

"what I want..? " you repeat his question, a bit confused of what he was implying.

"okay, let's make this easier for you to understand." soobin gripped your shoulders and pushed you down, making you get on your knees in front of them. you could feel your body heating up as you tried not to gaze at the bulges in their pants.

"c'mon sweetie, tell us what you want." beomgyu's voice dripped with lechery as he spoke with a sexy tone. both of them looked down at you menacingly, waiting for you to speak. "we don't have all day"

"I-I don't know..." you stammered over your words, the scene getting overwhelming.

"then we'll just have to ask you, don't we?" beomgyu put his hands in the pockets of his jeans while soobin moved a hand to softly rub your hair affectionately. "do you want our dicks?" he spat out with no filter and soobin chuckled under his breath when he saw the way your eyes widened.

"don't ask her, just give it to her." soobin said, leading both of them to unzip and unbutton their pants. you moved your gaze to the floor, not wanting to look like a pervert.

"hey, look up." beomgyu commanded , gripping your chin with his thumb and pointer finger to make you look up, their dicks both hard and hanging right in front of your face. they each griped their base with one hand.

"oldest goes first, hm?" soobin said, pushing beomgyu to the side softly before gripping your head. you looked at the monster that they expected to fit in your mouth: a long and girthy cock, his tip a pulsing sweet pink, veins running along the length with big and heavy balls. just looking at it alone made your throat want to close up.

soobin looked down at you with soft and gentle eyes, making you calm down a bit. he caressed your head again, fond of your pretty features. "you're so pretty," he said, admiring the scene for a few more seconds "just signal me when you can't take it anymore, okay?" his words of reassurance made you nod, a small smile adorning his face and he placed his satiny tip against your pursed lips. when you felt comfortable enough, your parted them, his dick making it's way into your mouth slowly.

soobin couldn't help but groan at the feeling of your mouth enveloping him with so much warmth. "just like that..." he mumbled under his breath, his eyes closed shut as he enjoyed the moment.

he thrusted into your mouth, making sure to not hurt you or go to hard, just the right speed, allowing both you and him to enjoy it.

when soobin spoke, his tone was of embarrassment "fuck, I'm gonna cum already... you're gonna swallow like a good girl, right baby?" you nodded a bit to eagerly at his words, sucking even harder than before, causing him to hiss. "take it, baby..." his cum shot into your throat and your felt him pull out with a pop. your mouth felt so full and sticky but you swallow, opening your mouth to show him. "such a good girl..."

suddenly beomgyu cuts into the moment "get over here." he said as he signalled toward the gray couch that decorated the minimalistic room. soobin helped you off your knees and you both walked toward him. you sat down next to beomgyu and he began taking your top off, catching you off guard. he smirks at your expression "what? thought you'd only be here to suck dick? you're in for a ride."

he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor and leaving you in only your bra and skirt. his actions followed with him ripping off the other pieces of clothing from your body and having them all in a built up pile.

and that was when they began staring in admiration, taking in every inch of your body. "fuck, you're beautiful..." soobin said, moving his hand up your waist to cup one of your breasts, sitting on the opposite side of you, allowing beomgyu to do the same.

both of them rubbed their thumbs over your hardening nipples, the touch on your sensitive skin, causing you to whimper.

"what? do you like this?" beomgyu asked a bit harshly, moving his finger away to lean down and place his lips tightly around your bud, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.

sounds of ecstasy rolled off your tongue when you feel both of them sucking on each of your nipples, the lewd scene seeming so vulgar and full of lust.

beomgyu's hand discreetly slid down your body, feeling each of the curves and dips of your form before reaching your embarrassingly wet folds, the amount of slick enough to wet the couch. he ran his lanky and long fingers along them, the wetness coating with digits with ease from how wet you were.

his lips left your nipple, the cold breeze hitting your nipple like an iceberg as you shivered. your eyes screwed shut once he rammed two of his fingers inside your hole, the stretch a bit painful from how long you had anything inside you. you could just hear and imagine the look on beomgyu's face as he chuckled ominously at the way your face contorted with pleasure as his fingers pumped in and out of you aggressively. only the wet sounds of the fingering and the somewhat loud noises that escaped past your lips were audible.

"fuck, you like being pleasured by two men don't you? such an attention whore..." beomgyu stated, his other hand creeping up from your breast and to your neck, he didn't apply any pressure but the threat still lingered in the air. "hyung, get your phone, would you?"

soobin detached his lips from your chest and went to another room for his phone. beomgyu smirked at the opportunity he had here. he picked you up with ease and placed your over the armrest of the couch, your back arched as your hands gripped the armrest. a shaky breath left your mouth and you felt the tip of beomgyu's cock prod against the rim of your hole, drawing a circle around it repeatedly.

you parted your lips to say something but the only thing that escaped were whines. beomgyu leaned in next to your ear, his breathing warm against your neck and earlobe. "you're whining?" he questioned, his tone sinister and dangerous as he spoke. "why are you instead of telling me what you want, hm?" his hand reached your throat once more, applying the pressure that he hadn't applied last time. "say what you, beg for it like a whore."

when you spoke, you had sounded this desperate and needy ever if your life. "need y-your dick... pleasure beomgyu..."

another low chuckle came from beomgyu, his words and questions never failing to leave you wanting more. "hm? need this fat cock inside of you?" you nod a bit more eagerly than needed and yelp when a his other hand is brought down hard to your ass unexpectedly. "I don't that's enough begging, is it? doesn't seem like you'll be having dick anytime soon"

tears began to adorn the rims of your eyes, threatening to fall from your lashes as you begged even harder, "please! p-put it inside of me! even if it's just the tip...!" your voice was failing to keep the tears a secret which only turned beomgyu on even more.

his eyes seemed to have soften for a while, but just how quickly they softened, they turned and went back to the fierce look of lust "that's more like it baby..." you shriek when he smacks your ass again and lets only his fat bulbous tip push inside of your awaiting hole, the stretch so good your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head and your breath quiver.

soobin came back into the room, one hand holding his phone while the other still held a grip at the base of his cock, his fingers able to wrap around it with ease unlike your mouth. he rolled his eyes at beomgyu already having his turn with you, "you really can't play fair in anything can you? I wasn't finished. "

"don't worry, she's not even getting dick yet... I'm just waiting until she snaps." and with that, he slid his tip out of you, leaving your hoke to be clenching around nothing.

desperate and pathetic, you whine again, the tears finally falling down your face. "put it back in-!" you cry out, moving your hand behind you to possibly put his dick inside you yourself. beomgyu sees this, quickly gripping your wrist with such force you swear it could've stopped your blood circulation.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" the sterness in his voice didn't fail to scare you, your arm weak against his as you give up trying to get what you want. "that's not how things are given." he throws your hand back onto the arm rest where it was. "hyung, get a picture of her face, I bet she looks pathetic as hell right now, just like a whore would be."

soobin nods and moves in front of you, panning the phone down to an angle where your whole face was visible through the camera app. he was taking the picture with one hand, the other jerked himself off. he spoke to you softly unlike beomgyu, "chin up baby, let me see your pretty face. he's not hurting you, right?"

you shake your head, letting him capture your vulnerable form displayed before them. just as he took the pictures, you feel beomgyu's dick surge into you and thrust relentlessly causing you to yelp and cry out, "t-too fast!"

soobin smiled and placed his dick against your lips again, prodding them open. you look at him, your eyes shimmering from the tears you had shed and he nodded, leading you take in his cock once more as you moaned and whimpered from the speed beomgyu was going.

beomgyu smacked your ass again, causing you to lunge forward and choke on soobin's dick, taking it in deeper than you had the previous time. your muffled moans not reaching their ears from how soobin's dick muted you.

"f-fuck... beomgyu let me have my turn. oh shit-" soobin huffed out, knowing that his climax was close. but beomgyu was still thrusting into you, in a completely different world, eyes closed as he continued to pound into you.

he pulled out of your mouth abruptly, a string of saliva stretching and snapping as he made his way behind you. he pushed beomgyu aside, the feeling of both of your holes being empty making you whine once more.

beomgyu lets out a long annoyed sigh, not liking how you were acting like a brat. he moved in front of you where soobin had been, lifting your chin harshly and looking at the pouty look on your face, finding it cute yet frustrating at the same time. "one second without dick and you're already starting to whine. you're lucky you're getting two instead of one" he grabs his dick and signals you to suck. slowly but surely, you tongue wraps and swirls around the tip of his dick; its smaller than soobin's, but it was super thick, the girth left you in shock.

beomgyu threw his head back as his adam's apple bobbed up and down from his heavy pleasured breaths. and again, you're surprised when soobin slams into you from behind, his dick reaching even deeper than beomgyu's.

soobin groaned behind you, gripping your hips as he thrusted in and out, "I wasn't going to let beomgyu have this all to himself... tell me if it hurts, okay pretty?" his reassuring words cause you to nod while sucking beomgyu off, small kitten licks given to the slit of his tip before beomgyu gripped the back of your head and pushed you down, forcing you to take him down your throat.

his fingers wrap around your hair and grip it tight and he guides your head along his shaft, pleasuring himself to the max as you tightened your cheeks. "oh fuck, of course a whore like you has experience with sucking dick, hm? fucking take it...!" without warning, his cum shoots down your throat just like soobin's had.

your moans and whimpers continue as you swallow and soobin fucks into you harder in order to chase his climax. the wet lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed in the room along with their heavy breathing and your moaning. the tickle of his balls hitting your clit made you shudder and twitch.

"hmph! I'm cumming...!" you cried out, gripping the couches arm rest as if your life depended on her it.

"oh no you don't" beomgyu spoke sternly as he stared into your eyes, "brats like you don't cum until he cums."

you trembled as you tried to hold in your cum, feeling as if you'd pop like a balloon. A flash from the camera shot in your face, another picture captured for memories. each thrust of soobin's had you so close to cumming just by the way his dick pressed and kissed your cervix, sending you into a spiral of pleasure.

finally, you heard as his breath grew heavier and quicker, a signal of his incoming climax. he hissed as he pressed his hips against yours and he completely buried himself inside of you before his cum shot out. you cum right after him, listening to beomgyu's words and cumming all over his cock.

"that's it baby... you did so well for us... " he leaned in forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. soobin pulled out, taken a picture of the way your mixed cum spilled out of your hole and onto the couch.

beomgyu tilted your head upwards, his lips finding their way to yours as he kissed you with a bit of pressure.

both of them put their dicks back into their pants, zipping up and standing in front of you. soobin patted your butt lightly telling you to "get dressed". they kept the same smirk on their faces as they watched you pick up your clothes piece by piece. soobin spoke in a proud tone, "I guess we picked the right person to come backstage." his statement caused beomgyu to laugh with pride before speaking.

"I hope you enjoyed your vip experience, this won't be the last time."

⌗ taglist! - @hyunj00 @lovingbeomgyudayone @saejinniestar (please lmk if you want to be tagged in any of my future works!)

[underground-legionary]

Eternal Circle

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1963!Bob Dylan x reader (gender unspecified) Rating: this one is very PG Warnings: slightly angsty, English not first language, might be edited. Summary: Pretty much the title song of this fic, narrated from the perspective of Bob. Young artist longing. Author notes: Had this stuck in my head, needed to get it out. Kinda short, kinda hectic, enjoy! Constructive criticism always welcome, especially in terms of typos/wording/punctuation. Word count: 1.395

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An entire colony of shivers ran down Bob's spine as he felt a bid of sweat roll down the back of his neck - into the collar of his shirt, counting every vertebra. One of the stage lights at the venue was mercilessly radiating heat in its attempts to serve its sole purpose. Prior to becoming a known musician Bob has never pondered over practical and almost worldly inconveniences of being a performer. Music came first, and everything else was secondary. Now, sitting on a high wooden stool ready to deliver yet another song to a modestly sized audience, the young musician could not think about anything else. And yet, despite minute discomforts there was undeniably something charming in playing smaller, more personal shows, even after the whirlwind that his life has been in the months since Freewheeling was pressed onto vinyl. This is precisely why Bob still did them: sometimes at a bookstore or at a coffeehouse, anywhere where the intimate feeling of playing for people was still lingering in the air. Joan had a much easier time communicating with the terrific mass of people that was protest movement than Bob could ever wish for himself. Which, looking into himself, he did not know if he even did.

Slowly drifting away into his thoughts, the performer gently blew into his harmonica and tried a picking pattern to see if his instument was still in tune. The strings did not sound too bright - instead a warm tone started flowing from under Bob's fingers, demonstrating the strings' pride in the signs of their wear.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but for some time now Bob has been sensing a shift within himself. Uniquely renditioned and heartfelt every time before, now his songs came to him in a tired, excercised manner, flat in a way that stayed unnoticed by an uninvolved observer. Pieces like Masters of War or Talking World War III Blues have said all that they had to say, so it had been getting more and more easy for Bob to leave the delivery to the autopilot-of-head-and-hands and think about something else halfway through. It might sound like a contradiction, but at the same time Bob could also feel something building up in him, as if he was a spring, coiling tight before snapping and jumping into the mouth of the changing times, straight into the eye of the approaching storm. Something potent to show that behind the made-up symbol was a person, invisible despite being stared at, there, behind the blue eyes and devilish curls. People in this very room, however, were not ready for it just yet. Bob leaned to the microphone and announced:

‘Next song's a tune that's called A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall’. Upon this, a round of applause has made its way through the venue and the familiar strumming poured into the microphone. Bob's eyes stung slightly from all the cigarette smoke. He could go for a smoke himself.

While playing, Bob could not pinpoint what he was trying to connect with that particular night, his music or his audience. He was never interacting with the concertgoers all that much, always letting his songs speak for themselves, but sometimes being stuck in his head, alone, was simply too much. For a second he wondered whether he himself has become one of the 10,000 talkers with a broken tongue, without realising it? While his mind was roaming, his curious eyes were wondering as well. Among the hats, coats and chemically smelling updos in the dimly lit room something, or, rather, someone stood out. You leaned onto one of the decorative columns on the wall and listened, intentely and somewhat solemnly, a cigarette held pensively between your fingers. It didn't seem like you were particularly interested in smoking at that moment, but rather that you merely wanted to occupy your hands. Undeniably, there was something in the energy you exuded that made Bob's eyes linger and his chest tingle with warm eagerness. Was it the way your hair fell, your contours bent so sweetly or was it the intense focus you had on him like he was the only person in the world worth listening to? Was it the slight shock he felt at the sudden gravitational pull towards the shining star that was you? Bob quickly everted his eyes to avoid staring - looks have always been a delicate game, where one must tread lightly.

Yet, the musician knew he had to talk to you, he got tangled up in your magnetic force. He couldn't help but crave some closeness from this beautiful, breathtaking sight in front of him. He longed for learning the sound of your voice: was it low and husky or rather high with a more singing cadence? Should he speak with you, would you maintain this pensive disposition or would you let your laughter ring cheerfully for everyone to enjoy? What did your perfume smell like, your hair? How would it feel to dance with you, hear you whisper something into his ear, your warm body close to his?.. The next note he sang fell slightly flat. Suddenly Bob felt like an amateur and flustered like a boy.

Bob’s blue eyes darted back to you to see if you noticed, which, of course was a fatal mistake. When you two briefly made eye contact, the man felt his face flush slightly as if he got caught in something he was not supposed to be doing. Blessed be the stage lights for making up a good excuse! He couldn't help but grin a bit, the mood of the song now forgotten. As you dreamily averted your gaze, Bob was now persuaded you were partaking in this game of cat-and-mouse with him, and it made him feel bold. Your attention flattered him, he was but a man after all, his ego partial to the simple excitement of a beautiful woman such as yourself. After all, despite his natural wit, charm and ability to fill in any room he walked into with his presence alone, there was still a side of him that was all bones and angles, nose and a crooked grin, clothes not filled properly by body, young man who, mere months ago, wanted nothing but to play a song to his idol.

You smiled to some thought of your own and Bob felt another tug at the strings of his heart, ready to burst into song just like his guitar. Your eyes seemed to be on fire, but there was nothing to be done about it now. The song was long and there was more to be sung. From that moment Bob has dedicated this song to you entirely, whether you knew it or not. After that the young artist tried his best to focus and deliver his best performance. He even attempted not to look at you anymore to not let the rising heat in him be a distraction. Suddenly he became very aware of himself on that stage, of his unruly hair and the damned stage lights causing sweat to pool under his arms. When he approaches you, what does he say?..

And just like that, the song was over. The shy clinking of drinks put on tables and rustle of ashtrays being moved around - sounds that always precede applause in places like this - have reached the stage. The listeners were delighted. Bob stood up to thank the audience and bowed his head slightly.

‘Thank you, thank you’. He braced himself before looking towards the column where you stood, but you were gone. His grip on the neck of his guitar tightened slightly in confusion. Bob looked around the venue trying to find you as the content clapping of the listeners failed to die down. People are often greedy like that, they never want the entertainment to end, especially when the possibility of an encore is lingering around the corner. But just like that you were truly gone. Disappointment made Bob's chest feel tight. Could it be that you were only a figment of his longing imagination? Perhaps, you simply went outside and will be back soon? Maybe it is time for an encore after all.

Bob took a sip of water, sat back down on his tall stool and wondered, what song might be just good enough to summon you back.

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[headcanonsandmore]

Can you do the "all the Doctors" thing, but what would they do if they started a band?

I certainly can!

One: Gets gently pushed into it by Vicki. Can actually play the piano rather well, and starts chuckling to themselves when he starts getting into it. Ian and Barbara got a little sick of the solos after over half an hour, though.

Two: You'd think that a recorder wouldn't be a good instrument to play in a band, but you would be as pleasantly surprised as Two was. Gets on surprisingly well with the hippie crowd, although Jamie has to keep them from getting pulled into smoking illicit substances which may or may not be legal. With time lords, who knows what the effects could be?

Three: Can practically play any instrument given to them because "my dear fellow, it would be vain to explain why". Jo loves it when they play Beatles songs. Has an unfortunate habit of playing in venues that later get attacked or blown up by the Masters scheme of the week.

Four: Pulls the weirdest looking string instument you've ever seen out of their enormous coat, plays some weird jazz-fusion stuff that sounds like a cat making love to a washing machine, grins unnervingly and walks off stage. The stage is a random cafe that hadn't even asked them to play. No-one ever speaks of it again, just in case they come back.

Five: Likes to play ABBA on the rhythym guitar, much to the amusement of their kids young friends. Insists on explaining the themes of each song before starting. Has an unfortunate habit of falling over halfway through their set and knocking themselves unconscious. Given the time period, they often get requests to play "That's Entertainment"; doesn't mind playing it but wishes Tegan and Nyssa would stop sneaking away halfway through to snog in a cupboard somewhere.

Six: Loves playing the drums. Their main inspiration is Keith Moon. Mel says it's good exercise for them. Peri is just glad that they don't wear their coat whilst trashing about with the drumsticks, because that would be a chasm too far.

Seven: Spoons. Ace rolls her eyes but knows that they enjoy it. Is surprisingly popular amongst latter-day beatniks and jazz fans. Often gives some lecture after each song. The difference is that, unlike with Five, people actually listen instead of groaning.

Eight: Just has to sing. You would not be able to stop them. They are surprisngly good at it, although sometimes you wonder whether the words have a hidden meaning.

War: Doesn't play anything, for obvious reasons.

Nine: Bass guitar, and in a very no-nonsence sort of way. Can get down and be funky with it. Rose loves it, and enjoys dancing along, which makes Nine very happy.

Ten: Maraccas, weirdly enough, and often with Donna. Both of them are laughing. The rest of the band doesn't really understand why but it seems to work so who cares?

Eleven: Glockenspiel. No, seriously. Amy and Rory don't know where it came from, and it's actually starting to get a little worrying. Especially when Eleven insists on practicing at 3am with no warning.

Twelve: Lead guitar, obviously. Nothing but shredding solos and awesome punk-style riffs. The fact that they don't have a top-selling album is mindboggling.

Thirteen: Fiddle in a folk-punk-fusion band. Very good at it and is having the time of their life. Loves to dance whilst playing. The happy love songs are their favourite, but has a habit of tripping over their feet on stage if they catch Yaz smiling at them.

Fugitive: Doesn't play anything; again, for obvious reasons.

TenThree/David Doctor/ sorry-mr-tennant-i-cannot-call-you-fourteen: Traded in the maraccas for a trumpet. Donna has a trumpet now too. Things seem to be going well for them.

Fifteen: Sampler. Creates tons of exciting sounds based on all of their previous lives, blending them together in a hopeful, joyeous mix. Well, so far anyway. We'll have to wait and see...

Thanks for the ask!

[k-is-for-potassium]

since everyone thinks this is what my piano poll is-

[infernothechaosgod]

I've been thinking more about what would comic villians be like if they were the main threat in animated movies made with accual passion to them and it has been really fun untill i got to phantom blot and my mind started to make me eat the walls cuz oooooo the ideas The ideas are being thrown at me by me

So for others it has been really fun too like

I've been thinking of a theme for sylvester I figured his main instruments would be a bass, a woodwind section some piano and strings, I also thought about him having 2 themes, one for his facade of being a kind lawyer just trying to help ya out and one for him accualy being him and stealing thevin taking whats not his from anyone anywhere in a manipulitive ways that probably made some accual shady lawyers go "he just like me fr" I also think his themes could be pretty slow because I think the most fun scenes with sylvester are the ones when he's explaining his plans or making them and a slow theme could give you that vibe of something sinister brewing in his mind, and I think his clothes being animated symiliary to rasputins clothes from anastasia, that being you can see its animated frame to frame and looks very light his probably woudnt went that far, mostly bc his clothes arent that loose and they arent so hanhing and long if you know what I mean?

despite pete already having multiple themes bc he's just such of an old character and he has appeared in many animated projects and movies [musketer pete ily] I thought about a theme for him too, i thought a guitar or a bancho would be nice and some drums something simple I think a simple theme with pretty basic instuments would be good for pete because I personaly think he has those alley cat vibes, theres not much to look around for motivations and his plans are usually not mindblowing but thats what makes him so charming to me, he's a simple man and I simply love <3

and I've been thinking about phantom blot and I mean the early and these creepy not jokey apperances of his the most,they really stand out to me and have a special place in my head, with animation I thought it would be really good to have his whole animation be frame to frame and have him slowly linger over characters as they themselfs don't see him but we just see him linger over them probably taking over a good chunk of the screen animated to smoothly and slowly that it makes us uneven it's hard to explain in words so I thought of accualy making a little animation showing what I mean

but then I thought of the theme for him...and I realized, the best theme for the phantom blot would be nothing, silence in its purest form a white noise possibly appearing would be of comfort, It would really make you feel the PHANTOM in phantom blot

[imaginepostingonmain]

hey toby. just wanted to ask if you play the piano? also, what are your feelings regarding blood? like, as an aesthetic. and also (while we are at it): K. the letter. Yay or nay? thank you for your time

i am teaching myself badly how to play the piano if that qualifies!! my college has a piano in the entranceway and i one day long to show off by playing it. sooo does that count?

LOVE blood as an aesthetic. cant get enough of the shit. i mean im sure i can it might get annoying after a while but you did say 'aesthetic' and not 'practicality' sooo.

letter Ks a pretty decent one! uhh definitely in my top 26. lmao no fr it honestly probably reaches quite high upppppp,, whats my favourite letter? never thought about it tbh. K's def in the top ten though. maybe top five. so yay!! def yay!!

if it helps at all, i DO know how to play the violin x) that seems a pretty kayne-esque instrument to me too if only for vibes alone. violins like. the piano of the string instument world. yfeel me?

[llixulia]

He smiled a bit. "Music, Aeon."

A melody with string instuments started sounding. Different, this one, more fitted to two different dancers, and slow, at least at first.

He gently guided her through the steps he had seen others do. Some would get them quite close, their bodies almost touching, while others would keep them apart. Twirling, stepping, dancing, flowing. Once he felt both had a good grasp on how each other moved, he started moving more gracefully, his wings added to the mix, and started improvising a bit, having a feeling she'd follow.

A Very Needed Break

It was one of those nights when Raz actually went out of his spaceship to a bar. Usually, he'd be waiting for a client or a contact, but not today. Today, he needed to get his mind off things for a while.

He paid for some drinks, and then searched the darkest corner and sat down on his coils, his wings pressed against the wall, observing the crowd as he drank.

[pielove123clan]

🎧!

If you like old web stuff, hypnospace outlaw is a pretty nice game. A lot of youtubers have played it I think. This song has no meaning to me, it is just funky. Still waiting for Dreamsettler (the sequel)

This is calm. I like a lot of instuments and this is string heavy. Harps are cool. I just found this song randomly one time. Thank you!

[dojae-huh]

many slow songs there is no proper melody, just an accompaniment

Can you recommend more slow songs with good melodies like Completely (doesn't have to be kpop)? I don't understand music lingo, so it'd be faster to listen to more examples (or maybe you can explain more, if you don't mind). I really like Completely and it's currently my no. 1 as well!

I'm sorry, I'm a passive listener. And no song springs to mind right now. When I want piano music I just switch on a prepared playlist on music platforms. If I like a song I save it without learning the singer's name. Maybe other readers can help you?

You can compare "Completely" with the Instumental version of Do's OST "A little more". It's an accompaniment, a series of pleasant mellow sounds, it doesn't convey a story on its own, without a vocal part/lyrics. There is no beginning, no end, it can continue endlessly. It's boring, doesn't pull on emotional strings. It's calming at best. This is where I have my beef with Koreans ballads. Many an 127 ballad would be better with a re-arrangement.

Now, listen to "Morning grace". There is a clear progression, waves. The melody starts slowly then turns into a walts, the strings come forward, then the piano. It's a fairytale. "Destiny". "Eventhough my love is small". And it's "just" music for anime. If you want good melodies, go to Japanese, heh. Many anime have great OSTs.

Hm. Maybe "Flower" by Kylie?

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 4th October

A changing of the guard, this week, with longstanding chart royalty passing the baton to a new challenger, one who's set to surpass everyone who's come so far, purely in terms of fame and recognition. There's a poetry to it - or perhaps I'm overstating things. Still, two songs, both of which seem to have stayed in the charts for an obnoxiously long time - so let's see how they shake out!

Hound Dog - Elvis Presley (peaked at Number 2)

You know this song. It's one of those songs that you are guaranteed to know, at least partially. That said, there were genuinely parts of this I hadn't ever really devoted much attention to, such as the "ohhhhhhh" instumental break with the guitar solo. Which is kind of cool.

Originally a Big Mama Thornton song from 1952, written by pop royalty Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, the titular "hound dog" was apparently originally meant as a euphemistic reference to a gigolo that a woman's throwing out of her house (!)

On a side note, I appreciate the way that at just about every point in this process, Leiber and Stoller seem to be both appreciative of and a bit intimidated by Thornton!

Anyway, the song seems to have been a runaway success, with loads of cover versions coming out, including one by Freddy Bell and the Bellboys, who Elvis meets while performing in a casino, his first ever Las Vegas appearance. It's kind of interesting to me that Elvis is already pulling gigs like this; I more associate it with his later career. But maybe Elvis has always had a bit of Vegas glam?

Either way, the song was apparently originally performed at a slower piece, with a bit of a burlesque sensibility to it all, a kind of parody of the black musical tradition of bawdy songs and innuendo - this changed as the song left the casino, though, with Elvis listening to and adapting into the song elements of Thornton's performance, including the faster pace and some vocal elements and stylings. A change for the better, methinks.

The song this leaves us with is excellent, with Elvis giving it some real welly throughout as he sings about how this mystery lover ain't nothin' but a hound dock / Just crockin' all the time, and complaining about how they said you was high-classed / Well, that was just a lie. Savage stuff, and all of it's underscored by a backing that's heavy on distorted, messy guitar, startling machine-gun drum fills, hand claps, and Latin-style habanera rhythms. It's a potent mix, drawing from RnB and blues traditions, but also the more distorted, country-tinged rockabilly sounds of Bill Haley and company, and I love it!

Also, like I mentioned at the start, there's a whole guitar solo that legitimately rocks, while the backing singers go for a sort of tightly harmonised "ohhhhhh" that wouldn't be out of place in a Beach Boys song. I appreciate it - it's clearly not part of the song that I've devoted much attention to in the past, and it made for a refreshing break in an otherwise very full-on song. The guitar is also kind of a mess, in a good way - it even seems to out of tune at one point, in what's probably a first? It's a cool effect, and I hope we see more songs doing this!

Yeah, more generally, I can really see how this was influential - it's just very good at synthesising trends we've seen elsewhere, all with a catchy beat and lyrics that stick in the brain, partly through sheer repetition! Good job, Elvis.

A Woman in Love - Frankie Laine (1)

This reached Number 1 and Hound Dog didn't. Huh. Sometimes the charts baffle me.

Not that this is a bad song at all. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I quite like it, and particularly, I quite like the way it changes halfway through from a tango into a swing song. This means that we start with horns and drums and strings, as well as what sounds like an accordion? It sounds like something you'd hear on the streets of Buenos Aires, in a good way - and then suddenly, the rhythm's changed and we've got a double bass doing something cool. It shouldn't work, but the transition's smooth and well done, and it just kind of flows.

Frankie's also on fine form here, all smooth and seductive as he sings about how Your eyes are the eyes of a woman in love. It's the sort of line that could come off as a smug sort of "I just know you like me!" in the hands of a less skilled performer, but Frankie mostly just sounds appreciative as he continues, singing about how no moon in the sky / Ever lent such a glow, and wishes may they gaze ever more into mine. Which is just cute. He's got his love rumbled, and he just really loves her eyes, okay?

It's a good song, just on its own merits, but I'm also now seeing that it was apparently from a musical? Which I can also absolutely see - it was apparently written for the 1955 film version of Guys and Dolls, a musical about a gambler and a mission worker falling in love, and I can really see this tune advancing the plot well, even if wasn't in the original stage version of the show. It was sung by Sinatra, in the film, but Frankie's version has its own glamour, and did best in the UK.

It's almost a shame this is up against Hound Dog, because honestly, this is also a pretty great tune.

Yeah, I liked both of those. Still, one felt way more forward-looking, and has clearly had more influence through the years. Also, I really enjoyed the hand clapping and distorted guitar.

Favourite song of the bunch: Hound Dog

[fantasyview]

Song Review - The Dragon is Withered by Clamavi de Profundis

Note: version reviewed here will be the final version, not the preliminary one The song starts out in a slow and calm manner, with what appears to be a classical guitar and a flute, with a string instument joining in later. This calm feeling continues throughout, with music never overwhelming the singer’s voice. Instruments serve as a background support, reinforcing the song and developing the…

[arbitrarygreay]

This is MM's performance for "rockin'on presents ROCK IN JAPAN FESTIVAL 2023". As the video calls it, it's the "rockin'on mashup medley", though the medley was actually first performed at MM Spring 2017 (The Inspiration).

-One Two Three -Transition: One Two Three high notes over Help Me instrumental Souda We're Alive verse and pre-chorus over Help Me instrumental, occasionally elements of the updated Souda instrumental and One Two Three high notes -Souda We're Alive updated chorus -Transition: One Two Three high notes and Souda We're Alive yelling over Help Me instrumental and monologue -Help Me pre-chorus and chorus -Transition: mix of Help Me instrumental and Souda updated instumental -Original? dance break but with elements of Renai Hunter -Transition: RR21 updated introduction (but the thing is, the synths and rhythm of the updated arrangement are reminiscent of One Two Three) -Renai Hunter over RR21 updated instrumental -Renai Hunter instrumental with RR21 yells -RR21 verse (again, synths of the updated arrangement are reminiscent of One Two Three) -RR21 pre-chorus with elements of Renai Hunter instrumental -RR21 chorus (usage of the string synths in the updated arrangement evokes Help Me) -RR21 rap over Renai Hunter instrumental -Renai Hunter hook over updated RR21 instrumental RR21 chorus -Outtro: mix of RR21 update instrumental, Renai Hunter hook elements, and One Two Three high notes

[the-devil-less-known]

“…Yeah. A waste, that’s for certain.” It sounds reductive, phrased like that, as if he hadn’t been greatly affected, or his efforts to try and revive the Hell That Used To Be being reduced to ruins and viscera didn’t crush him for a final time. No more exceptions made after, to avoid the targets it would simply paint on the sinner’s hide. It isn’t the time, and Alastor made for good company to keep him from sinking back into old pensive thoughts he could not change in any way meaningful.

He laughed, habitually plucking the strings to check their tuning, “Ah, but you’ve always struck me as a sort of masochist, at least I might give you some forewarning for what’s to come!” Funnily enough, knowing that a request would come his way after, and perhaps another after that, excites him. Perhaps his violin could sing for once instead of merely scream and wail. “Well, my dear student, let us start at the beginning.”

The first few notes carry between them, the music room itself now presenting in real time why the ceiling had been built high and arches in the ceiling proving to not be merely decorative. There were some similarities, initially, that might have hinted at this piece being inspired by Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, dreamy and longing for something just out of reach. Lucifer’s voice is soft, lilting, though he is not expressly singing, even as his words take the place of the antagonist where her aria was missing between the instumental of his violin.

“The Goetia were once minor angels that lived in Heaven, created for the duty of divination and spell crafting. They could not sing like the other angels, voice not carrying the same power or weilding magic. Instead, their eyes were blessed beyond measure, gazing ever starward and picking out the secrets tucked away in there, recording enchantments and prophecy unseen to any other but them and the One that created them for that purpose. And after certain social changes were made in Heaven, they willingly fell down with six young seraphs, to join me in Hell. And, over time, they became like nobility over the sinners.”

The tone of the music shifts, then, something dark and weighty slithering into the strings, coloring the atmosphere after the gentle swell was cut short and brief pause given, like an intake of breath. “Hellborn, contrary to popular belief, were not created by me; though there are plenty that may like to claim that the story of how had been lost… This opera is a heavily romanticized retelling of the how, but in not so many explicit words.”

Red eyes remain focused on the strings, the voice of Goetia playing in his mind and lyrics readily coming forth, slipping into his playing. “When it takes place, it references a Hell entirely unlike what you see now, a Hell where there were no other rings, no separation between the sinners and all that Hell could offer. And then, they had been seen as a novelty, something…. dangerous. Thrilling. Other.”

Like someone he knew, perhaps?

Lucifer sighed, resisting the urge to shake his head, instead picking up the pace of his playing, creating the feeling of someone falling or being swept up in a wind. “Astraea, in this particular piece, is a Goetia that had fallen for a sinner that remains unnamed, and is consumed by grief to find him with another, seeing it as a betrayal to be spurned, after she had sacrificed station and reputation for someone so lowly. For someone that would discard her as soon as have her. That all she could offer him, without the power of her station and gifts, would not be enough to keep him near... not that he ever asked for such things.” He goes quiet, letting the song speak for him, swelling and crescendoing, warbling as if on the verge of tears and spiralling downdowndown —

But Astraea’s song is not finished yet, the Lament never meant to end in a whimper.

His violin plays, as if it might be one half of an arguement, one half of a conversation, terse and hot and not screaming but accusing, cursing, his words returnng once more, hardened, “And her grief fuels into her rage, swearing it to not be in vain, and to take something precious from the pair, like her blessed sight had been striped from her along with her station, irrecoverable. She swears then to ruin them, both, for if she could not have what she wanted… neither of them could either or she would die trying. As while this was ‘a love that could not live, it was also one that could never—’”

The song ends, abrupt and cut off, leaving the devil standing there, breath steady, as he lowered his bow, “‘— die’. Which, spoilers, she indeed does. Rather fruitlessly at the end. It was a bit controversal when it first came out, but I found it poetic that it was an illegitimate Goetia that played the part. LuLu World’s one of the few places that still plays it, and it’s a favorite, if one’s into these sorts of things. Otherwise, some of Shakespeare’s hellish hits make up the rest. Point is, Hellborn are simply descents of some rebelious Goetia and sinners from the early days. Very scandalous.”

Wiggling his violin and bow with a chuckle, Lucifer’s tail brings up the glass so he can polish off the remenants of his drink and clear his throat. “I do have a vinyl recording the first showing somewhere, if you want to listen to it all in its entirety at a later time. Though, live showings are the best if you get splashzone seats. The fight scenes are particularly spirited. And bloodthirsty.”

At some point, Alastor placed himself into one of the nearby seats, fixated on his drink while Lucifer seemed to contemplate which instrument to select to showcase his ability. Surely with as much time as the other seemed to spend on his lonesome - even before being requested to assist at his daughter's behest - he would have quite the repertoire of familiarity with any number of instruments. But if he were being honest, Alastor was rather pleased that he decided on the violin which, at first, had not looked like the same one that he remembered.

But the sudden golden finish which decorated it brought about the memory of their little musical duel - and Alastor nodded. Yes, that is what he recalled, watching as the gold made way for the red once again. And honestly, Alastor preferred it that way - red was his signature, after all. And to hear that the maker had presumably been exterminated...

"That's a shame," he said honestly. Hell had quite the shortage of true artists now - they did not fall in the same way that they used to. Even in his era, there had been any number of Sinners that had come down with talent and finesse - but as time marched on... Well. Things were lost. There were reasons why Alastor tried to steep himself in the music - the arts - of the past. Nostalgia and the efforts to maintain those things that he recalled with fondness; both driving forces to keep himself firmly rooted in the era of his life.

Thwarted by the creeping impulsiveness of the Vees and their new age. The thought made him sour, brushing it aside as he turned his attention back to Lucifer. His head tilted slightly -

"If I had complaints about said 'gabbing', I wouldn't be here." Another honest conclusion to make. Lucifer talking meant that he would not be sulking or looking for ways to antagonize. It was an obvious preference over the latter.

"Go on then. I am here to be played to and taught."

Alastor leaned back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other with drink in his grasp and the other arm resting over the back of the chair he found himself in. Eyeing Lucifer with expectations to be educated and impressed.

"I'll request something afterwards."

To sate his curiosity as to how quickly Lucifer could pick up a tune.

[bred-crumbs]

correct. ily

[resurrectedteleport]

thinking about band camp coming uppp

not for a while but

have i talked about how pretty instruments sound together? i love it so muchhfh! like. you have an instrument. it sounds very pretty on its own. and then you take ANOTHER of those instruments, and the sound is bigger. and then you get OTHER instruments in there, and then they start complimenting each other and andnannandandnand you have duets and solos and tempo changes and thentehsfndfn