#botb au

[hackedmotionsensors]

Hey mister bass man~~

A wip from my sketchbook that I'll hopefully have at AILA

Its from the battle of the bands au

[demo4]

Late night fanart of Celia ballad from @cavelily + @bullet4prettyboy ‘s inoverse au :3 I love her I had to doodle her

This is so messy I’m sorry 😭 It’s like 5am

[baflegacy]

smosh au #???: @jovenshires battle of the bands au

'The Language of Flowers' and Heartbreak: How Amanda Lehan Canto Isn't Letting Us Rest During This Season of Love - NME

There are certain times wherein an artist truly surprises their audience - it happened when Beyonce suddenly released her self-titled album with no rollout or announcement, it happened with Frank Ocean's Blonde, and it happened with Fall Out Boy's sudden return from their hiatus with Save Rock & Roll, but truly nothing could prepare both music critics and casual listeners than a breakup album being released on Valentine's Day. It was definitely a risky move, but it's a risky move that greatly paid off when Amanda Lehan Canto's The Language of Flowers immediately shot up in the Billboard charts on its first week. Hailing from the indie pop band FTC, Lehan-Canto reminds their fans to expect the unexpected by delivering a languid folk album about the one that got away. Filled with Lehan-Canto's soothing melodies and simple but effective production, The Language of Flowers speaks of a relationship crumbling apart but the love still remaining.

"I always described it as a love letter disguised as a breakup album when I was writing it all down," Lehan-Canto tells us in a quick interview. "I wanted to tell a story of how love is present even after something ends; it's a bittersweet thing, but then again, most things in life are." Though this is her first solo album, The Language of Flowers definitely doesn't feel like an album for a first breakup; rather, it's dedicated to your most memorable breakup, the one that'll latch inside your heart. Songs like New York and I'll Wear Your Ring reveal the 'quiet acceptance' stage of a breakup, while Night Shift and Slow Dancing In A Burning Room confess something more sorrowful. We don't know who this album is dedicated to - or if it's dedicated to someone at all (rumors of the mystery subject either being The Chosen's Shayne Topp or fellow bandmate Kimmy Jimenez were immediately debunked as soon as the album was released, though fans are speculating it has something to do with Lehan-Canto unfollowing Angela Giarratana - member of the underground pop trio Lets Do This - on all her socials.) All we know is that fans better give Amanda flowers and chocolates in the next FTC tour. The Language of Flowers is proof that Lehan-Canto has what it takes to break out of the saturated indie scene with heartwrenching lyrics and a soulful sound, and we can't wait to see how she uses her songwriting prowess in her next solo (or FTC) album.

[fagboysupreme]

RDR2 battle of the bands type modern AU? still ironing out the details

hosea used to be in the band with dutch but shit went sour after they picked up micah and now arthur is trying to avenge his dad by beating his other dad in a songwriting contest

kieran was a roadie for colms band but got treated like shit so he ends up leaving and surprise!! he can play keyboard lol

[ryssbelle]

Fake screenshot/screenshot redraw of a scene from Belle but it's Little Prince in a discord au, Will he be saved? Probs not lmao

Edit: forgot to mention the background is a screenshot from oot

[coconut-cluster]

Ok so I don’t know if it fits the style of their band, but for the botb au they do Slow Dance with You from adventure time as just like a warm up for practice one time

and just the entire time while Roman is singing, he just glances occasionally to Virgil giving him the gay eyes like 👀👀💕💕💕

[count-woe-laf]

Who’s your friend?

Prompt 53 from @someonehelp sorry that it took so long and if it’s not what you wanted, I may have accidently written it for @coconut-cluster ‘s battle of the bands au and this post and its tags because my brain could not stop thinking about it. The au is hers and y’all should go check it out, I love it

Thank you @knight-of-cauldrons for helping me with the names and lovely people from the Roman Arson Squad for helping me with other stuff too and @me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink for helping me edit stuff and talking about this until 4am with me so I knew what to write, I appreciate it, (also the drumstick things is entirely her fault (maybe a little bit of mine))

Pre-romantic prinxiety, there’s a few swears, very brief mention of murder/death, the ending and middle is a little weak, 1348 words

The blood pumping through Roman's veins, the air in his lungs, the microphone in his hand, the noise of the music and the crowd, the feeling of happiness- of greatness surrounding him. It was in these moments that Roman felt truly alive.

It was the show high and boy was it fun; the world would slow it's spinning, Roman- his bandmates and friends playing behind him- would sing, the crowd would cheer. It was one of the best feelings Roman had ever felt. (He says one of the best because he got a free pink lemonade in the middle of summer once and it was closely tied for one of the best feelings ever.) This great feeling stayed until Roman would get home that night. Even once the audience left he would still feel the burst of happiness in his chest.

The Disasters were spread around the stage, packing up their instruments. Well, Remus and Janus were packing up. Roman didn't have anything to do so he was scrolling through his phone. Virgil was sitting on the edge of the stage, playing around with his sticks, talking to someone from the crowd. Normally Roman wouldn’t pay much attention to them, but he didn't have anything interesting on his phone and his gaze kept drifting towards Virgil.

The guy Virgil was talking to looked around their age; he seemed nice enough, maybe he was being a little too nice for Roman's liking, but that didn't matter, he was just some guy. Some guy that was talking to Virgil, a completely normal conversation. Virgil had conversations all the time. …Did Virgil usually smirk at a stranger's remarks, though? Did he normally let someone try (and fail) to spin his drumsticks, would they laugh afterwards? Roman's after show happiness suddenly disappeared; he instantly realized his night wouldn't be as good as he thought. The amazing feeling was replaced with another that Roman wasn't entirely familiar with. All Roman knew was that it wasn't jealousy.

There was no way it was jealousy, It couldn't be jealousy, jealousy didn't feel like this, did it? No, the feeling in the pit of Roman's stomach wasn't jealousy, he wasn't jealous. There was absolutely no reason for him to be jealous over some hot looking dude talking to Virgil. Roman and Virgil were just friends anyway, he didn't have a reason to be jealous. it didn't matter that Roman's heart stopped when Virgil smiled at him. It didn't matter that Virgil would say one flirty joke and Roman would be distracted for the rest of practice. And it didn't matter that Virgil was one of the few people Roman trusted. None of that mattered, Roman was not jealous. Finding himself walking towards Virgil's spot on the edge of the stage wasn't because he was jealous, it was because he was bored and cared for Virgil's safety talking to random people. Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Well you seem really funny, Virgil, right?"

Virgil stopped spinning his sticks. "Yeah, and your name is…"

"Andy, short for Anderson, it's a dumb name right?" They both let out a short laugh, Andy's laugh was really nice and smooth, way better than Roman's dorky one. What? That didn't matter, there was no need to compare himself to whoever this Andy dude was.

Roman ignored his mess of thoughts and placed himself near Virgil. "Hey, Virgil! Who's your friend?" Ignoring how stiffly Roman spoke it almost seemed like he was saying it nicely. Of course Roman was saying it nicely, why wouldn't he be saying it nicely?

"Oh uh, we're not friends yet," and the guy dragged his hand through his hair and winked at Virgil. He actually winked. He looked towards Roman. "Anyways I'm Andy, me and my friend Spike are going to get some food, wondering if Virgil here would like to join us?"

And boy, did Roman have a lot he wanted to say, it might've warranted him a disappointed lecture from Janus. So he turned off his internal monologue of this bitch really thinks he can take Virgil, my best friend out to an 8pm dinner, that's our thing sometimes we even share pancakes- and looked over to Virgil. He must know that the late dinners are tradition and that one cannot break from traditions especially ones with your best friends.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Andy lowered his voice, "Maybe after we can drive somewhere, there's a place I know that's really pretty around this time."

Roman scowled and opened his mouth, hoping to say something that wouldn't sound overly protective and jealous. "He-"

"Sorry we have some band stuff to talk about tonight. But uh," Virgil threw up some awkward finger guns and stood up, quickly trying to get away. "I'll see you around though. Have a good night, Andy." They started to walk away.

"Ok, if you're sure, I wish I got your number, but I'll stick with this," Virgil turned around to see Andy badly twirling one of his sticks. "See ya around Virgey," and with another stupid wink, he was gone.

They both stood frozen on the stage, the feeling in Roman's stomach grew as the silence stretched out. "Did he just make a pun? And call me Virgey?" He looked over to Roman with a bewildered face. "He used a pun to take my stick, called me Virgey, and left. Now I need new sticks," Virgil looked down at his lone drumstick. "This is why I don't like new people talking to me. And being stuck somewhere alone with a stranger? Not my thing." Virgil turned to face Roman, hands loosely playing with his stick. "Sorry for cutting you off there but you were already being overly jealous and extra and I didn't want that to get worse."

"Hey, I'm not overly extra, I don't know what you're talking about," Roman looked down and pouted.

"Oh so you're admitting you're jealous?" Virgil raised an eyebrow with an innocent look.

"I'm not that either, Virgey," Roman ignored his growing blush, took Virgil's last drumstick and lightly hit him on the arm, making Virgil frown in response.

"Oh really?" Virgil took back his stick and hesitated before gently placing it under Roman's chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. "You're a horrible liar, you don't keep eye contact and can't think of excuses, it's very suspicious. Anyways, you interrupted my lovely conversation with Andy, sure seems like you're jealous, Roman."

Wow… Roman was going to faint. Virgil was looking at him with a teasing glint in his eyes as a stupidly cute laugh fell from his lips. Roman couldn't even respond let alone breathe, who gave Virgil a right to be this- this-

Roman's chin fell. "We should go, I think Jan and Remus are already in the van."

"Uh, yeah," Roman said, slightly dazed. "This is your last call to go with your stranger over there and get into his sketchy looking truck. You sure you don't want that?"

Virgil snorted, "I'll stick with your jealous self. At least I know you won't kill me in a back alley." He started to walk away. "Come on, you know Janus will leave for ihop without us."

Roman followed him out. "I blame you if he leaves us, you piss him off too much."

"Says the one who got into an hour long argument with him about cornflakes." Roman scoffed in response.

The after show high had returned, along with memories of thousands of similar interactions with Virgil. (God, why was Virgil such a flirt? Roman would combust one of these days.) Unlike his earlier predictions, it was a very nice night after all. Roman was so thankful to have the feeling of giddiness back in his veins and his band of friends surrounding him.

(He was also thankful for the ihop waiter that brought him extra whipped cream that Virgil proceeded to eat and get all over him. There was now a very cute picture of Virgil in Roman's syrup covered phone that Roman would not stop looking at all night.)

I tried to do it justice, thanks for letting me write this and for sending in a prompt. Send me a prompt (and characters and a ship, sorry if I change it) and I’ll write something (probably short and definitely sanders sides) out of it eventually. Know that it will probably take me forever but I’m trying to write more

[teeteekaa]

Once again the same anon who requested Security Puppet, and that’s absolutely hilarious!! Did Freddy just tell the kid to distract Security or did he have to convince the kid with candy or something, also what was the kids reaction to Freddy straight up yanking Security? Did the kid know Freddy was planning on doing that or had no clue? Also I saw the “to be continued” wording on the drawing, was that just to be funny or will it actually be continued? Apologies if I’m asking to many questions or being overwhelming

no problem at all! Fred just slipped the kid a $10 and they just went along with it lol. the kid here is a pre-teen and Rockstar Freddy is himself so it fits! the Rockstars aren't "mean" per se but they def like chaos. Security is fine and Freddy knows he'll get em back. as far as contination goes, i can prolly wip up more comics and stuff about my au! is that something yall would like??