#all about that bass (no tenors)

[gemsalive]

on second thought the fact that i haven’t and will not have the ability to work on Projects for another couple weeks is probably for the best for everybody atm (vids from the 2024 barbershop quartet nationals finished releasing last week and i have been 🤏 this close to making the world’s most inside baseball isat post for me and me alone ever since)

[moryera]

Happy Eggnaugust. 😎🎄🍉

[ispyspookymansion]

oh im sorry! i only listened to the one audio post (and only because its in my top 3 panic songs) you can disregard my previous ask i just thought itd sound nice in modern kora era voice

NO THATS OKAY you didnt say anything wrong youre so very sweet <3 ive been feeling weirdly self conscious about my singing voice since i realized how much my range has. well not Shrunk technically but changed and become unfamiliar to me…i used to sing alllll the time but i fell out of practice and it makes me sad so im trying to get back into it, this would be a nice way to do that!

[carewyncromwell]

“His hair, it hangs in ringlets; His eyes as black as coal; My happiness attend him wherever he may go...”

~“My Jolly Sailor Bold (cover)” by Ashe

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original background photograph // edited with help from Lunapic! // my other main musical accompaniment while working on this, since this would 100% be what these two would sound like, singing together 💗

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Happy Mermay, everybody! 🧜‍♀️ In honor of the occasion, I decided to do some art for my old POTC AU, where Carewyn’s brother Jacob is the infamous pirate captain Black Jack Roberts and his other half Duncan is his merman First Mate often just called Ashe! (As in all canons, regardless of where they are romantically, Jacob kind of never fully lets go of calling Duncan by his surname.)

At the start of Act Two, these two went through kind of a traumatic experience, with Jacob thinking he’d nearly lost Ashe forever, only for Ashe to not only save Jacob from Rakepick for a second time, but also reveal himself as a merman in the process. After Ashe was able to get Jacob to safety on a nearby shoreline, I imagine there was a very quiet moment where Jacob was really able to look his lover over a bit more thoroughly and Ashe, for a brief moment, wondered if he would pull away from him, following the revelation. When Jacob looked up into Ashe’s eyes, though, all the merman could feel from him was pure, surging adoration. When Ashe challenged him on this, demanding if Jacob really didn’t care at all that he was a merman -- a creature who lured and drowned sailors -- the pirate captain actually laughed. 

“Care? Care? Ashe -- all this time you kept telling me...you kept saying you were the one who saved me, by pulling me up out of the water and onto the beach...but you...you did so much more than that, didn’t you? When Rakepick shot me and pushed me overboard...that thing I felt pulling me through the water to safety -- the arms I felt wrapped around my chest...that wasn’t a dream, was it? That was you, Ashe...wasn’t it? And then, after pulling me ashore...you must’ve come up out of the water, taken human form -- even with how dangerous it probably was for you -- just to get me help! And then after all that -- even after you saved my life twice over, and I didn’t even realize it...you stayed with me all this time, as a human, away from your own kind and away from where you belong -- sailing the high seas at my side, as my First Mate...as my partner -- just to help me fill my debt with Jones and find my Wyn! And now, just now, after coming back from the dead...you managed to save my life again.”

Jacob reached out both of his strong arms and grabbed hold of Ashe, pulling him up and out of the water and into his arms. With just about no effort, Jacob had gotten down on bended knee, placing Ashe onto his bent knee so that only his tail remained in the water. 

“Of course I care,” Jacob whispered, his sunken-in blue eyes shining as he placed his forehead beside his First Mate’s. “I’ve never cared more in my life, Ashe.”

Ashe was so overcome by the blazing, all-encompassing warmth pooling off of Jacob that he for a moment was left breathless.

“...Jack...”

When Jacob kissed him, Ashe felt like it was a Kiss of Life circulating air through his lungs when he could not bring it in himself. It filled him with new life and vitality -- made him throw his arms around Jacob in return, clinging to him with new strength.

“I love you,” Jacob breathed against his lips briefly before kissing him again. “God, when I thought I’d lost you -- ”

“Jack,” was all Ashe could manage to breathe back, but the relief and ardor pumping through his veins leaked through despite himself. 

The two lovers kissed over and over again, caressing each other’s faces and hair and trailing their hands beside the other’s medallion earring, paying no mind to the sunset behind them nor for the danger that awaited them, just off that shoreline. 

At least they were together. In that moment, no threat of Rakepick, Davy Jones, or Cutler Beckett seemed dire, so long as that fact was true. 

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh yeah also have to shout out the young queer theatre-enjoyer (as doer or audience) with christian parent experience of "at least i can be in the choir & be one of like 2-4 tenors & enjoy singing harmonies & most of practice is just chilling b/c it's 95% playing the melody 50x for the twenty sopranos who still don't have it down" while also not having to deal with sitting in the midst of the pews or whatever

[occamstfs]

Tenor Troubles

Masculinization spurred by a going from a Tenor to a Bass, bit of an odd one but hope you enjoy! -Occam

Max probably should have read his contract more closely. He knew that grad students across the board were getting shafted, but the agreement he has with the College of Fine Arts was some next level exploitation. He prided himself on his voice, being able to sing higher than even most of the Altos he has previously studied alongside. But his degree plan on the already signed contract suggests he is going to be enrolled as a Bass in the graduate program. Clearly there has been some misunderstanding that he’ll just need to work out with the department.

He knocks on the door of his advising professor and without waiting for a come in he bursts through the doors to see the man who is both his boss and professor staring at him less than pleased. Max’s face reddens in embarrassment and before he can even open his mouth to speak, Dr. Reyes addresses him.

“Maxwell is it. I trust you have a reason for barging into my office? I ask that you take more care towards decorum in the future.”

Max stumbles through an apology before getting to the matter at hand. “Y- yes of course I’m so sorry doctor it won't happen again, I swear.” He raises his eyes to his professor’s stern gaze, flinching back slightly as he goes on, “it’s just that, um, it looks like there was some kind of mix-up with my enrollment, I mean clearly you can tell I’m a Tenor right?” He raises his tone slightly and smiles awkwardly as he tries to make it clear to the man across from him that he certainly does not have the range.

Dr. Reyes rubs his beard, briefly covering his own mouth and wiping a smile from his face. “Well now Maxwell, there does seem to be a mismatch between your vocal training, and your preferred classes and yada yada,” waving his hands dismissively as Max’s face stains a deeper shade of scarlet by the second. Reyes goes on, “I'll see what I can do but all these changes take time If you must change your plan it’ll be at least a week. Until then if you could see to it that you fulfill the TA demands asked of you and attend your classes hm? You are under contract are you not?” The image of his signature at the bottom of contract feels burned into his retinas as he starts to reply, “well yes but-” An alarm goes off on the professor’s desk. “Very well Maxwell, if you would excuse me.”

Dr. Reyes makes his way to the next class smiling as he too thinks of the fine print of Maxwell's contract. ‘The student will become what the program asks of him.’ What a dunce one must be to sign that without an inquiry. Giving one last glance behind him to see the small student shaking with rage at the series of events, veins appearing to bulge out of his neck as he thinks about chasing after his professor, almost taking a step before grasping at his head. Max doubles over and grunts, after a painful second he rises once more and sees his advising professor enter a classroom. He exhales through his nose and walks to the concert hall with the undergraduate Bass students, the course he is, both legally and otherwise, compelled to assist with. 

The Next Week

Max is inches away from just dropping out. He was well-prepared to be constantly stressed from grad school but the wrench of working with students who don’t respect him and professors that are expecting him to sing alongside the rest of these professional bassists, it’s impossible! Dr. Reyes must be doing some sick joke on him, there is no reason it should be so difficult to fix this! He shouldn’t be graded for the university’s mistake. Beyond the looming threat of flunking these courses for his inaptitude he is also constantly hungry. His stomach rumbles and sends pangs through his body as he sits through each course on vocal instruction. He succumbs to stress-eating assuming one plate must fall and it may as well be his waistline.

Every time he indulges in his hunger he finds weight almost immediately piles on. Alongside his meticulously honed falsetto he has always enjoyed just how tight and small he kept his twinkish figure, though this begins to slip as he finds himself straining his tight pants and his stomach showing through his button ups.

The final issue lies precisely in his private vocal practice, in lieu of the training his program should guarantee. As he goes about practicing the arias and vocalizations that he typically uses as warmups he finds himself struggling to hit the highest notes. He works his way through them slowly and slips up, finding his range is peaking out much lower than it ever should. He grimaces and refuses to deign and see if his range has increased in the other direction. He goes note by note, taking his time to feel the stress and vibrations of his vocal chords. Reaching the pinnacle of the piece he strains to hit the high note and his voice promptly cracks. He feels a tear. He coughs and gasps for air concerned that he has truly injured himself. 

When no blood or further pain reveals itself Max finally clears his throat and drinks a glass of water. He tests his voice, “Uhhhh-” forcing his hand over his mouth before even getting a full syllable out. Eyes watering as he hears his voice is unmistakably deeper than it was not a minute ago. This spurs him to action as he storms to the college and bangs on the door of Dr. Reyes.

For his part Reyes is sitting at the desk finishing an email and grinning as he hears the banging grow only more fervent at his door. He finishes his email almost laughing at how effective he is at controlling the man at the door. Knock as he may he could not storm in if he wanted to, as he must desperately. Closing his laptop and reaching to grab a tea bag from within his desk he calls to allow Max entry, “Do come in Maxwell.”

Stomping into the room, unaccustomed to the new weight he carries, which Dr. Reyes is all too pleased to notice. He takes a deep breath as he prepares to shout at the professor, his chest growing as his already prodigious lungs expand. Before finishing though Reyes raises a finger and strikes him passive and mute. “Now Max, why don’t you have a seat.” He clenches his hands with a furor and sits, stewing in his mind while also rapt with attention. “How have you been liking your classes?” Max continues to sit silently watching as the prepare a pot of tea, beginning to forget his ire as he looks on in confusion at the man. Reyes turns once more and rolls his eyes, “Well go on.”

Shaking out of it Max finally starts clearing his throat a few times hoping the voice he has worked so hard to protect and train will return “I, ugh- Sorry it’s ugh!” Dr. Reyes leans against his desk and steeps the tea bag, eyebrows raised with a thin smile on his face. Failing to speak as he so wishes the rage returns to Max and he shouts out, “It’s my fucking voice! I came here to learn and all these classes are just a waste of my fucking time!”

Reyes pours the tea into a large mug and sets it in front of his student, “Now now, if you were having voice problems why didn’t you just say so Max. I am a professional after all! Have some of this and I’m sure it will set you right as rain.” The professor watches as Max grasps the mug and stares into it. He remembers that Reyes was already preparing it when he came in. But it’s not as if his advisor would do something truly untoward right? Sensing the hesitation Dr. Reyes’ eyes darken and he commands, “I did say to drink it did I not.”

Max quickly raises the glass and sips. His eyes remain dark and he continues, “what seems to be the problem with your voice young Maxwell?” Taking a break from drinking he starts to explain all of his troubles to the man who should be looking out for him. Gesturing to his clearly larger body, Reyes notices beyond the weight gain that the sitting man is adjusting himself as his pants begin to grow even tighter, his ankles growing exposed as if his legs were lengthening. 

He continues to stumble onward with his recollection, forgetting what exactly bothered him enough to storm in. Reyes half-listens and takes care to refill the tea cup as needed, taking in the physical changes to the man rambling and wondering just how far they will be able to go. Eventually Reyes speaks up, “you were having trouble with your voice, yes Maxwell?”

Max’s eyes glimmer with recognition and he almost jumps with a start, “Yes! That was it I couldn’t sing the part I auditioned with in Nessun Dorma and I was-” His professor interrupts as he takes a big swing at Max’s psyche, “Is that so? What were you doing singing that Maxwell, that’s for tenors.” As if a grenade went off in his mind Max struggles to reconcile and remember what his problem was, did he not audition as a Tenor? But he couldn’t sing high to save his life right? Or no. 

Reyes watches as Max’s brow grows sweaty in his inner struggle. He physically raises the cup to Max’s mouth helping him finish the entire pot of tea. Confident that the man before him is far enough gone to only latch on his words, Reyes offers him a bone, “which side of your range are you struggling with boy.” Feeling emasculated by the professor infantilizing him he feels an urge to test his lower range. Reyes sees the resolve in Max’s eyes and challenges him, “Go on, sing your lowest note, now.” Max takes a deep breath and produces a sonorous note sustaining it far better than he would have ever expected himself to. 

Reyes smiles and shoots to plant another seed, “Well now Maxwell, I’m not quite sure what the problem is then. Your range seems to be what any trained Baritone’s should be.” The word Baritone echoes through Max’s head as he once more grows paralyzed in his own mind. He ekes out a “B- Baritone?” his voice cracking even deeper as he freezes. Reyes watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion, they seem to grow thicker as they near each other.

Vocal range and masculinity don’t inherently match one-to-one but the professor is more than happy to allow it, staring as the weight from Max’s stomach begins to slightly redistribute itself, it slides up his chest, straining the buttons near his collar. Reyes shifts to look at Max’s face, eyes lingering on the Adam's apple making itself unmissable on his neck. He sees peach fuzz growing on Max’s upper lip and sideburns. Thoroughly pleased with the acceleration he has achieved today an alarm once more goes off on his phone and he readies to send his protege off. 

“Maxwell dear, I thank you for your patience. Of course I know that you’d prefer to be with the other Baritone student’s though I am sure you are learning valuable information working outside your comfort zone hm? I’m sure we’ll have this snafu fixed by next week.” Max just stares in a stupor as he stares at his professor, the empty mug of tea still in his hand before he sets it down to scratch at his tighter shirt. Dr. Reyes offers him a kerchief to wipe the drool from his mouth as he leads him out of his office, “Why don’t you try your warm ups, I’m sure they’ll set you right as rain.” 

Just as he did last time he takes one last look at his growing student as he begins to wander down the hall, his pants swiftly turning from slacks to tight capris. He hears the echo of the man humming to himself as he walks down the hallway to his own office hours. He’ll need to be ready for whatever his Bass performance students need right? Can’t have them out showing him even if he’s still working outside his comfort zone. Just one more week of this and he’ll get to show off to the Baritones, once more with his choral cohort.

The Next Week

Dr. Reyes stays abreast of how his star pupil is doing this week. He visits during private lessons and checks into lectures on music theory and rehearsals. He hears the man force his voice to be stronger. After any challenge he hears the man force himself to be louder. When struggling with curriculum, surely impeded by the doctor’s manipulation, he clutches at his head as his body surges larger, tightening clothes that were already sizes too large when he started his education here.

He sees Max looking at his reflection in the mirror of a practice room. He checks his beard from every angle, tilting his head up to see his large Adam's apple and smirks watching it vibrate as he hums. He unbuttons yet another button of his shirt, allowing an even greater view of his pecs as thick chest hair spills outward. Reyes hears his voice power through the soundproofed room as he approaches. He has clearly decided to leave Baritone behind without any prodding as he endeavors to show off his talents despite ostensibly singing to himself. 

Dr. Reyes knocks on the door of the practice room and like an eager dog Max falls over himself to answer it. He now stands taller than his professor whose head now lies directly at the hairy pecs spilling from his opened shirt. Max’s eyes glimmer as he looks down to the smug face of the professor. He quickly sits down to lower himself below the doctor and eagerly awaits whatever is soon to spill from Reyes’ mouth.

“I must say Maxwell, you have truly outdone yourself. Truly you hold one of the most powerful Bass voices I have heard in my time.” Max sits quietly, his heart racing with excitement from such kind words. He struggles to stay silent, lest he speak out of turn, though he cannot hide the rumble in his chest as his deep breaths accelerate. The doctor struggles to keep it together as he sees a pulse in the unmistakable, currently growing, bulge in Max’s pants. He briefly wonders if he’s gone too far, before looking back to the man’s face, seeing his eyes still staring directly into him waiting.

Perhaps he can go farther. “Is it not a shame though, my dear Max, that you’re not a true Basso Profundo?” There is a loud tear in the room as Max’s body surges larger. He shoots up inches more in height revealing a hairy stomach and pubes that already spill beyond the bounds of his pants. Reyes hears a catch in his student’s breath and watches as his Adam's apple bulge even further from his throat. His cock bursts the zipper of his pants and Max moans loud and deep enough for the professor to feel it in his chest. Reyes can’t take his eyes from the hair covering his chest grows even darker, curling as each strand grows thicker.

Before losing control of himself and his desires Dr. Reyes forces one last statement through Max’s mind, “You know the department has always wanted a basso profundo coach. How would you feel about being an assistant professor, Max?” In response Max can only sit in awe as a look of what can only be described as pleasure stains his face, mouth lolling open as his eyes grow crossed. His hands clench the sides of his chair as he struggles to not lose control over himself and the professor. Thinking of staining the practice room only makes it more difficult to keep it together. 

Reyes feels a hunger within himself as he stares down at the massive man seconds away from cumming all over himself. In time he too will only know Max as the powerful man he is now. At this juncture however the doctor sneaks out of the practice room and heads to return to his office to prepare for office hours, what kind of a professor would he be if he wasn’t there for his pupils after all. 

Walking down the hallway he hears the man in the practice room lose control, his voice echoing down the hall before hearing him run out and to the nearest bathroom. He prioritizes increasing the soundproofing of the practice rooms before turning to see the new Assistant Professor sprint down the hallway towards the nearest restroom. Struggling to move swiftly or quietly in his far-too-strained clothing. Reyes returns to the desk and smiles once more to himself as he thinks of a future for himself, his program, and his new star Basso Profundo, before hearing yet another knock at the door. 

“Do come in.”

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Greetings! I have assumed that because you're Welsh you must be able to sing. Am I right, or is this an unfair stereotype of your people? (Love your blog btw)

WELL. Yes. I can. No comment on the stereotypicality, but it's certainly true that group singing is a big cultural thing, particularly among Welsh speakers.

Uh, that said, I have the lowest voice of any cis woman I've ever met or seen. Zero songs are written for my vocal range. I dream of the day I find another so we can bond OR I can finally sing something with my vocal chords and gender in mind. If you're musically inclined at all for this to make sense to you, my comfortable range is B2 - C5, which means I can encompass all of tenor, a chunk of baritone in the low end, and not quite all of alto in the high end. The closest I've ever come to finding a female singer with a similar reach is Madeline in The Amazing Devil, who hits low notes even I struggle with in That Unwanted Animal; but she can go much higher than me (and is certainly more comfortable in a higher range than me), so she's just a vocal prodigy. Every choir teacher I've ever had has confidently told me "Plenty of famous singers are altos, you're not alone!" And I'm like "That would be useful, Beryl, but I'm not an alto and they all sing higher than me."

Thinking about it, though - this is entirely anecdotal and not backed up by any actual statistics - I have consistently found over the years that Welsh voices tend towards the lower end. I'm thinking back to the choir I was in in Aberystwyth, the Elizabethan Madrigal Singers. It was a student choir, so there was a mix of nationalities but mostly Welsh and English. I remember at one point the conductor stopped us on one song and made us sing one of the phrases, section by section from the basses up. The point he was making was about our pronunciation of the word 'castle'.

"Listen to that!" he laughed. "You all need to pronounce that 'a' the same way, and this is a formal piece, it needs to be long. It's "Cahstle", not "cassle". Look how only the sopranos are doing it right!"

And one of the basses looked along the line and went "Rob... that's because they're English."

And we realised that every bass and all but one alto was Welsh; two thirds of the tenors and every single soprano was English. The higher the voices went, the fewer Welsh people were present.

(Shout out to Rob, very quickly - he was an English tenor, but on reaching Aberystwyth University he'd learned a smattering of Welsh as best he could and joined the Welsh language choir as well as the Mads to practice it. He was affectionately known as 'Rob Sais' in honour of this respect. Really nice guy. I believe he's an engineer now.)

But yeah, that's a trend I have noticed over the years in other places, too. No idea how universal that is vs just my own observations in my own bubble, but there we are

[4oh4blognotfound]

My Very ‘Me Specific’ Harvey Headcanons

-Marching band nerd in high school. Marched tenor sax, played both tenor and alto sax in jazz band.

-Low reeds section leader three years in a row.

-Jazz and marching band in college!! Had to drop both in his first year of post grad studies due to school scheduling though.

-Also proficient in clarinet, trumpet, soprano and bass sax, and a bit of oboe.

-Used to make his own reeds too, but he’s forgotten how to at this point.

-I like to imagine that all the years of band gave him good pitch and that he’s actually a pretty good singer.

-Absolutely loves jazz music! (This is just canon tbh.)

-Taught himself a bit of swing dancing in what little downtime he had in college.

-Refuses to tell anyone about any of his more musically inclined hobbies. You’d literally have to pry this information out of his cold dead hands.

-The only reason the Farmer finds out about this is because Harvey keeps a picture of him in is high school band uniform as well as his college one on his desk with his radio equipment. It would definitely catch their eye the first time they’re invited into his living space.

[nevgovhater]

Since u all fw marching band wttt then here u go except I'm only doing the states cause gov would def be the director who has to deal with them

Also these headcanons r real I swear I'm right (by a trombonist)

all in alphabetical order btw

1. ALABAMA — probably would do bari-sax

2. ALASKA — percussion. thats it. just percussion. (Up for interpretation)

3. ARIZONA — flute or bass clarinet, one of those.

4. ARKANSAS — flute

5. CALIFORNIA — he would be a fucking clarinet, no exceptions. He just gives off clarinet vibes, or just woodwind in general

6. COLORADO — tenor drums

7. CONNECTICUT — piccolo or mellophone

8. DELAWARE — flute

9. FLORIDA — cymbals or piccolo, one of those at the very least.

10. GEORGIA — trumpet. 100% trumpet player

11. HAWAI'I — glockenspiel or marimba

12. IDAHO — trumpet

13. ILLINOIS — euphonium or bass drums

14. INDIANA — saxophone

15. IOWA — alto saxophone

16. KANSAS — trumpet

17. KENTUCKY — trumpet or saxophone

18. LOUISIANA — trombone. (Sorry to all those saxophone loui lovers.. but i feel like his instrument would be the trombone,, it's still a jazz instrument so ykyk)

19. MAINE — bass drums or euphonium

20. MARYLAND — clarinet

21. MASSACHUSETTS — oh he's a flute, that's for sure. 😭😭

22. MICHIGAN — tenor sax

23. MINNESOTA — mellophone

24. MISSISSIPPI — trumpet

25. MISSOURI — vibraphone

26. MONTANA — cornet

27. NEBRASKA — trumpet

28. NEVADA — I'm sorry but he'd probably do tenor sax

29. NEW HAMPSHIRE — piccolo

30. NEW JERSEY — snare drum

31. NEW MEXICO — cornet

32. NEW YORK — snare or tenor drums

33. NORTH CAROLINA — trumpet

34. NORTH DAKOTA — flute (sighs)

35. OHIO — trombone

36. OKLAHOMA — alto sax

37. OREGON — marimba

38. PENNSYLVANIA — glockenspiel

39. RHODE ISLAND — sousaphone/tuba. im fucking SERIOUS about this man he would love this

40. SOUTH CAROLINA — clarinet

41. SOUTH DAKOTA — saxophone

42. TENNESSEE — tenor sax

43. TEXAS — sousaphone/tuba

44. UTAH — flute or bass clarinet

45. VERMONT — flute. (dear god help me)

46. VIRGINIA — flute (guess what)

47. WASHINGTON — flute (im going insane please stop)

48. WEST VIRGINIA — cymbals or drumline

49. WISCONSIN — xylophone

50. WYOMING — euphonium

I'm literally right abt this i swear ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

"You're wrong about—" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP GET OUT OF MY HEAD ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[kinkandkreep]

Currently havin' thoughts about Sae and Rin as a musical duo (since Sae is pronounced like sigh and Rin is pronounced the way it looks, together their performance name is Saerin (Siren), like the creatures that lure in sailors and other unsuspecting passersby with their melodious voices.)

Both brothers also play guitar- Rin plays acoustic and Sae plays bass.

(Now, a singer though I may be, I've never been good with the technical terminology associated with singing, so I'ma say this next part about tone and voice type and all that good stuff, but it may sound a lil' layman. 🙃)

So, I listened to Sae talk in both sub and dub, and I'ma say, with my limited expertise, that he's a tenor. Possibly 2nd tenor. His voice is very smooth and even-toned, with the most minute amount of natural rasp/growl. It's also very light, and he floats on top of every note when he sings.

Rin is a baritone, with a notably growly quality to his voice. He's got a very breathy tone overall, and his voice tends to lay heavily on every note he produces.

The brothers are recognized for their more laid back, almost indie sound that can tip over into grunge on occasion. They use a fair amount of harmony, and their songs, content wise, lean more towards the melancholy and introspective.

[alt-wannabe]

MCSR Marching Band AU

back at it again with wildly specific au's based on the shit i do irl. i've been in band for 10 years (jesus) and marching band for 7- being the tenor sax section leader both my senior year of high school and now my senior year of college.

i had some help with this one from @s3er :3

more under the cut! warning there's a LOT

Nerdi is the drum major! He's in charge of conducting the whole band and specifically helping the center snare keep a steady tempo. He's reliable to a fault and is able to keep his conducting at the proper pace pretty much no matter what (or no matter how hard some of the band members try to distract him). He can also march pretty well on the odd occasion he's not conducting (usually during pregame) and he can do some pretty cool mace tricks. His backbend with the mace is practically all the way to the ground.

Fein is the center snare. He works directly with Nerdi to keep a steady tempo. Drum major and center snare are the structural support of the entire band- without either of them tempo tends to fall apart and the show follows quickly after. He's drumline captain as well and can competently play any drumline instrument (and a good fair few wind instruments as well). One of the band members who does DCI (crazy intense travel drum corps) in the summer.

Guard Section Courtesy of @s3er !

Cube's main equipment would be rifle but he'd also be extremely good at flag, sabre, and dance. he just happens to be the best at rifle out of all of those. during marching band season he would probably be at the front a lot of the times. his consistency, versatility, and experience would make him a very good captain and during practices he would probably often get stuck teaching freshman flagline because he already mastered his own choreo+movement and he'd probably be very good at that as well even if he found it frustrating

Fruit likes flag the most because it's big and colorful and fun :] but since he's so good at weapon that's usually the line he gets placed in during marching season. winterguard has more leeway, since everything is smaller he's more able to do his own thing. for guard, marching season can be very "we know what we want the guard to do this season, just do that" while winterguard is more like, if fruit comes up with some wacky trick they can absolutely find a way to fit that in the show. if there's a dance/gymnastics solo though that would go to him

Zye is a sabre demon and probably a captain just because of how much experience he has but he would do the least amount of captain shit. except that he would be very good at instantly spotting how someone is doing choreo wrong and or why they can't get something and helping them. he makes sabre look easy, like that shit is made of plastic and not cold hard death metal that wants to break all your toes and i hate him for that. he picks up on everything extremely quickly and can make anything looks fluid and effortless

everyone say tysm to s3er for these blurbs! the guard insight was def needed and also super interesting to hear about!

Fulham is a clarinet player- specifically bass clarinet if the band decides to march them and section leader (bass clarinet is the birch tree of instruments just look at it). Absolute GOD at drill- both teaching and marching himself. Everyone in the clarinet section is never an inch off of their dot (assigned spot on the field) and they always take the exact correct path w/ the exact step size between positions. He also helps the directors write the show drill on occasion.

Couri plays mellophone! Mello's have a reputation in some bands for not being heard- Couri is NOT one of those mellos. Not only does he play loud, but he plays WELL and if a show has a mello solo it's going to him. He practices the most out of the whole band and if you're looking for him before or after school you'll either find him on the field or in a practice room. Does DCI with Fein- they go out for the same corps.

Silverr plays baritone. Also a DCI participant but he's usually in an opposing corps to Fein and Couri. Basically all of the baritones I know are super chill (I share a section with them in my marching band). Silverr can play a couple of instruments so his marching choice can vary from year to year- baritone is the usual pick though. He's one of the stronger bassline players in the band and the directors try to have him towards the center of the field so he's easily heard by not only the audience but also the other band members. Always has his music memorized early enough that his section can listen to him play for a solid guide.

Reign plays alto and tenor sax. He prefers alto but if the band is lacking in tenors he can switch over. He can also play trumpet and that's his instrument in his drum corps with Silverr (because they don't take woodwinds). Altos have a reputation for being outgoing and he enables the stereotype. His section finds him easier to talk to than the "official" alto section leaders so he ends up fielding a lot of the underclassmen's questions. He pretty frequently gets solos if the altos are ever given any. (side bar for a cool alto part listen to the Miya Twins theme from haikyuu. The bassline underneath is supposed to represent the consistent and collected twin while the alto part represents the more experimental and wild twin. Sound familiar?)

Dylqn plays trombone. Has hit someone with his slide on a move before, will hit someone with his slide on a move again. The type to make a joke during an attention pose and get the people around him in trouble for laughing. That being said he's an extremely talented musician and marcher. The directors can almost never get mad at him for goofing around because when he locks in he's absolutely a pillar of the entire band. The thing about him being good though is it means it was absolutely on purpose when he hit Fein with his slide.

Mime plays tenor sax (WOOOOOO BEST INSTRUMENT) and is a section leader. His main skill is choregraphing out complex moves and he helps the directors/fulham with drill. When I say complex moves I mean like this shit where everyones walking through each other and one wrong step equals a collision (5:18 in this video. note this is DCI and not a regular marching band so this whole show is a lot more than the average band is gonna do). Not only is Mime good at running through them himself, he can explain the moves well enough that everyone is able to make the move safely. He plays bassoon outside of marching band.

Poundy plays sousaphone. Loves to brag about playing the biggest instrument on the field which is lowkey fair because sousi is HARD. That being said he has full bowled Couri over at least once. No instruments or people were hurt amazingly but the argument that happened afterwards was generational. Poundy is one of the people that has no trouble making friends outside of his section as he's super easy to talk to. Some people tend to stay in their section at band but he is very much so not one of these people. He also plays LOUD which is important for a bassline player.

that's all ive thought through for now but ill likely have some more thoughts on this in the future. my ass is STRUGGLING with fulham's d&d mini right now but trust it's in the works (his hair and glasses are not really in heroforge so im having to improvise to make it not look weird). hope yall enjoyed me yapping for the length of a feinberg post event essay

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Thinking of… Ace Attorney choir Au. Maybe Band Au as well.

Phoenix? Obvious tenor. Theatre kid and art kid? TENOR.

Y’all would think Miles would be the tenor, but nope, he’s an obvious baritone/bass. More baritone than anything but he can hit those low notes.

Larry? I want him to be a bass sooo badly but no, he’s either a baritone or just straight tenor. LITERALLY STRAIGHTEST TENOR TO EVER TENOR. Everyone always assumes he’s gay and he gets worked up about it.

Maya is a mezzo-soprano, obvi. I wanted her to be an alto or straight soprano but I don’t really think it fit her. People’s vocal parts literally fit what they look like. She is a mezzo.

FRANZISKA IS AN ALTO. End of story.

Klavier is such a tenor it’s not even funny. He wants to be a baritone/bass sooo badly. But he has like, one of those really strong tenor voices. There’s no way he hasn’t sung Santa Fe.

Apollo is a baritone… That’s it.

ATHENA. ATHENA. WHAT IS ATHENA. Brother I really can’t decide. Has the tenacity of an alto but the mostly bubbly personality of a soprano. I’ll stick her as mezzo for now.

PEARL? SOPRANO. TRUCY? MEZZO-SOPRANO. Need I say anymore?

Gumshoe is an obvious bass. Lots of basses are himbos and he’s no exception.

As much as I want Kristoph to be a tenor because he thinks he’s so insufferably above everyone else, I have to pick him as a bass. Nobody expects it, they all expect him to be a tenor. He has a beautiful bass voice.

SIMON IS A BASS. FULL BASS. Nothing more to add.

Dahlia is a soprano and Iris is at least a mezzo-soprano or alto. Dahlia’s one of those really bitchy sopranos who never takes a mezzo-soprano part. Iris always bears the brunt of the mezzo-soprano/second work because Dahlia makes her.

Small edit to add the Investigations Crew…

Lang is at least a baritone/bass. I can’t imagine him not being one like come on.

Kay is an alto. Full alto. TRUE ALTO.

Sebastian is a tenor. No, I will NOT take criticism.

Ema is an alto. No question about it.

I think I got mostly everyone? Those are the main ones in the choir. Some of them are in band, orchestra or guard (Miles is in band, Maya is in guard and Kristoph is in orchestra)

The teachers would be, yk, the usuals. Idk Von Karma can be the principal. Lana is the orchestra director, Mia is the choir director and Diego is the band director. Idk, Ray and Justine are still there too. Raymond is baritone and Justine is an alto.

MIA AND LANA ARE OBVIOUS ALTOS. DIEGO IS ALSO AN OBVIOUS BASS.

[bennetisaac]

ghost eyes marching band au bcus the first day of band camp hit me like a bus. if ur in any discord servers with me shut up you haven’t seen this before

tobias: drum major

nobody knows how or why tf he was picked. carmelo’s just a little shitty about it but he won’t say anything. Tobi’s movements are very rigid and sharp. he will NOT hesitate to make your ass run if you aren’t paying attention / doing the right thing. Before that, he played tenor saxophone / plays it during concert band. doesn’t have a cool salute even tho rudy BEGGED him to make one.

rudolph: gaurd

HE IS SO LOUD AND EXCITED. arguably the most enthusiastic person there. since tobias is too quiet, he helps lead the warmups. hes really spirited at football games and always makes the band bus to comps REALLY REALLY fun. he brings a HUUUUGE bag to camp so everybody has what they need. he plays flute / percussion during concert season.

emilio: bass clarinet

very strong clarinet. he’s a strong marcher, he just has to take breaks pretty often. he’s the senior that everybody is afraid of because he’s been doing it forever, even if it wasn’t at their school. he’s got perfect pitch and is not afraid to tell you if you’re flat. he’s that kid who’s REALLY good at his instrument it’s scary

carmelo: drumline, base drum

he was really hoping from drum major, but he still loves his percussion. he’s the section leader. they all fuck around and tobias has to yell at them a lot to quit. he used to be in the pit, but he likes drumline more. nobody knows if he’s serious about band or not. that kid who’s always on his phone. he’s the kid who brings a speaker on the band bus

EXTRA PPL

francis: percussion , keyboard

only really joined because he had absolutely nothing else going on for him. it’s also unclear if he’s serious or not. carmelo’s always out of place cus hes over near the pit talking to them.

dino: tuba

he’s arguably the best brass player they have.

mattias: percussion , guitar

he was only needed for this show in particular because there was a guitar solo in it, and Tobias volunteered him. he loves band a lot and thinks the people are fun. tried to march once and almost immediately hit the blacktop.

adam: drumline, snare drum

was forced into joining early by rudy, actually really loves it. has become carmelo’s “favorite newbie”

VARIOUS HC

tobias throws chalk at peoples heads to keep them focused.

speaking of chalk, they almost got it taken because carmelo / his percussion friends all went around getting their hands covered in the chalk and slapping their friends asses (specifically black shorts) to leave white hand prints on them. carmelo promptly got chased around the field by rudolph

phillippa is 10000% a band mom. she volunteers for everything she ever can. people have started calling her mom or mama phillippa

tobias has the entire score memorized and WILL call you out by name if you fuck it up

rudolph is the biggest advocate for the guard to ever exist. “we should eat first because we have to do makeup before the competition!!!”

[nayanogs]

mha boys and their singing voices! includes: tenya iida, denki kaminari, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou, neito monoma tw: none requested: no a/n: anddd we're back! prob gonna post every 3-4 days depending on requests, speaking of requests THEY ARE ALWAYS OPENNN

tenya iida is.. what everyone expects? - another uncontrollable vibrato person smh (I hate baritones) - it doesn't sound BAD it's just.. why are you singing anaconda with a full chest belt and hand signals - JK.. but in all seriousness he's very.. stuck? with his voice. - never tries riffs or anything that is in the higher or lower part of his range. probably doesn't even know what his range is because he never pushes himself - which is CRAZYYY bc he is literally mister pusher.. but when it comes to singing he unintentionally shuts himself in a box - with all that being said he's definitely a joy to have around during karaoke because he WILL give the performance of his life whilst throwing up his choppy hand signals like gang signs. denki kaminari is like the bi male chappell roan or something - tenor through and through but was too embarrassed to sing high and then decided that life is short and shame is stupid - SCREECHES. - he has SO MUCH POTENTIAL but doesn't take singing seriously at all (unless it's anything to do with jiro) - he really just likes to make people laugh and if he did theatre he'd probably end up with some funny role - discovered vibrato and thought he was dying and went to recovery girl, came back and told everyone he was diagnosed with talent - nobody laughed - range is more high since he talks like a gay pop icon (SORRY) and is OBSESSED with growling but always fails and has a voice crack hanta sero does NOT sing in Spanish and if you think that ihy - i'm a proud hater of the hispanic sero thing.. nah that boy is italian through and through and we can fight to the death idc - you know that song "i'm dreeeaming of a whiiite christmass" he sings that song at literally any opportunity and he's SO GOOD AT IT?? - weirdly obsessed with holiday songs.. and it's the only ones he's good at too LMAO - never belts and always uses chest voice.. one time he hit the top of his register and accidentally switched to falsetto and thought he had a voice crack - sings with MINIMAL vibrato all the time. you can BARELY hear it and he has no idea he's doing it - his range isn't anything crazy but he also doesn't sound like you can just define him as a tenor or a baritone or bass.. he's kinda good doing anything - not any insane high notes like midoriya. he has legit walked out on a duet with him because he was NOT about to embarrass himself hitoshi shinsou nervously laughs and pushes away the mic when it's shoved toward him, but when he finally picks it up.. - doesn't really like singing any particular genre but his voice is like.. - ryan mccartan.. as JD in heathers.. THAT'S how he sings - it's kinda comical because he adds all these little sassy facial expressions but he sings about death or quirk discrimination and then everyone gets all sad - seems like he has performance anxiety but really doesn't give a fuuuck - pretty decent at riffing but hates doing it because denki cheers extra loud and it embarrasses him - STRONGGG falsetto, he plays guitar in his bedroom and all bedroom guitar players have a strong falsetto - never ever practices ever bc he truly dgaf (unbothered king) - range DEF on the lower side, like on the line of baritone and bass which sounds SO good when he plays guitar UGHSDKFJ i bet y'all thought i was gonna forget neito monoma... - this man is a STARR - DEFINITELY was a theatre kid (he literally wanted to do a musical/play for the festival) so he's got those vocals downn - absolutely refuses to use falsetto because his is super weak and just sounds a little funky from all of his belting - the facial expressions, the body language.. he puts his whole monussy into this shit.. - him and midoriya would be SUCHH a power duo during karaoke but that never happens LMAO he's too up in his head about himself - high

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"Best. Masseuse. Ever.", the period comfort fic, I forgot to mention that Chica also gives the best massages since she knows about muscle aches and what soothes the pain.

The reason behind Monty and Moon's bitterness towards each other is that Monty made an insult about the twins in what he thought was "private". Turns out Moon overheard that and in return for that, stole Monty's sunglasses, then his bass. After Monty found the thief, the two bickered and then the rest is history. Their relationship was born out of triviality rather than jealousy like Monty with Freddy.

Here's a nice incorrect quote: 

Roxy: The door's locked! (Y/N) give me your credit card. (Y/N): Sure, here. *Gives credit card* Roxy: *Puts credit card in her pocket* Cool, now Monty bust down the door.

Roxy's prone to spend money on your bank account. What do you mean get a job like a normal human? She's already a big star.

A while back I said that Sun writes his own scripts as a way to grieve over his original job. They're very private, only the bestest of best friends get access to his book of plays. Which is obviously, you. The notebook consisted of little pieces of dialogue to actual script writing include scene changes, action captions, etc. He usually writes children's plays but some are a bit more thorough and deep and has themes like “death” and “intimacy”. He loves gushing to you about it. (A real theater kid)

Moon likes to watch horror movies. I know I said he'll make snarky comments about the plot during movie date night, but he really enjoys them. Helps find new way to scare (Benison) intruders; recreating iconic horror movie scenes like The Ring (he crawled out the vent like the girl crawled out the tv), Texas Chainsaw Massacre (he ran around with those finger pointer things and recorded chainsaw sounds), Carrie (he filled a bucket with red paint and dropped it, Sun cleaned up the mess) as well as others. Will also say some iconic horror movie lines. "I want to play a game." As he shows up with red spirals on his cheeks.

Claire has such bad luck when it comes to love. She got catfished, dumped, cheated on, sexual assaulted once. Her love life was horrible. 

Lorelei knows how to sew. She sewn a heart with the bisexual colors on the back of a bomber jacket and gave it to you.

The mini Music Men are named after musical terms. The main three that hang out with DJ the most are named Alto, Tenor, and Soprano. (And they're all treblemakers ha ha 😏)

Sylvester married his wife Julia a while back. Before he quit his job at Circus Baby's Pizza World, Ballora said something to him. "If you ever cause Julia pain, I will find you and send you to your death." The strangest thing about that was Sylvester never mentioned his wife's name on the job, nor does Julia even work remotely close to the place.

Claire can't see without her glasses. At all. Please don't take them she's been through enough already.

Bonnie had ADHD, so it was really hard for him to focus. Freddy's the only one that helped reduced it. 

Sylvester and Bonnie were good friends back then. Bonnie would call Sylvester "old man" and they would bowl together on his [Sylvester] free time.

Foxy once mistaken a map bot for a worker, to which led to a little argument before, Sylvester had to tell him that wasn't a worker and walk the old man out of there. Foxy also pulls up reading glasses when reading small print, just to emphasizeshis old man demeanor.

(Y/N)'s personality is chill and carefree, maybe a little too carefree. But she gets shit done, and will bite back if her or any of her friends get hurt. That's why she and Vanessa don't get along well. Sometimes she screws with her on purpose.

Hey Nessa, you have any tampons? 

...

Y'know cuz me period just came and I--

Ok! ok! Yes I have...that.

😏

*This happened in the locker room.*

Also (Y/N):

Also also (Y/N): If I had a nickel for everytime someone thought I was a guy, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

To this day, Monty still doesn't know the difference between a crocodile and an alligator. Which is really bad...😬

Freddy likes Hallmark movies, probably because his life is like one.

Benison's dyslexic. He also has a phobia of pregnant women. Idk what traumatized him so badly to have a phobia of it but yeah...

Claire's aesthetic is light academia. Lorelei's aesthetic is goth and/or pastel goth. Benison's more casual/beach wear. (Y/N) and Sylvester are minimalistic.

Lorelei believes in nihilism.

Sun gets nervous when it comes to undressing and nudity. Even though he doesn’t have a dick, he still puts a towel or a blanket to cover down there. You have to tell him that all bodies are beautiful and he has literally nothing to hide. Monty and Lorelei have a cousins relationship. Somehow the two end up together causing whatever chaos they can do. They also bicker but it’s a good time.

[raimi]

soprano is the highest pitch, the "high feminine." if high notes in "women's" parts are easy for you to hit when you're singing, you're a soprano.

alto is the second highest pitch, the "low feminine." if the average "women's" song in a disney movie is meant for a higher pitch than yours, but your voice is still in the "female" range, you're an alto.

tenor is the middle pitch, the "high masculine." if all the "men's" songs ever are for your vocal range unless the singer's voice is identifiably "deep," you're a tenor.

baritone is the second lowest pitch, the "middle masculine." if you're too low pitched to be a tenor but too high pitched to be a bass, you're a baritone.

bass is the lowest pitch, the "low masculine." if your voice is just straight up deep, no "ifs" about it, you're a bass.