hello i made an EXTREMELY ROUGH demo (bc i had to do it on my lunch ehehehe) of a song i wrote/recorded from the perspective of wegg for neighbor (he is practicing in another room........ he thinks no one can hear him....)
its choppy as funk so i'm going to try to do like, yknow, an actual recording from start to finish this weekend. i only had a lil time to piece other stuff together... BUT at least it gave me an idea of how i wanted it to sound, anyway :>
bkmn belongs to yugo limbo @/yugsly (i dnt wanna be annoying n tag lmao). lyrics under the cutteroni
maybe one day i'll get flowers, but til then i'm just growing my own
maybe one kiss turns to hours, "come back to mine" starts to mean "come on home"
and maybe it won't and we'll go our own way, and you'll think of me now and again through the day
but maybe it will and you'll ask me to stay, maybe it will if you ask me to stay
once was a time I was roaming, had no place to lay down my head
the road here was long and was lonesome, but then you invited me into your bed
and maybe come morning we'll go our own way, and you'll think of me now and again through the day
but maybe we won't, and here's where i'll stay maybe we won't if you ask me to stay
warm golden sun comes a-streaming, the light playing over your face
and i thought that i must be dreaming, when i found myself wanting to stay in one place
and i knew right then that we'd go our own way, my hand in yours as we move through the day
if here's where you are, then here's where i'll stay
here's where we are 'cause you asked me to stay
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-Voices-
A collection of portraits depicting the voices from Slay the Princess, taking inspiration from the style of the video game Disco Elysium!
The Voice of the Hero, a knight, an iconic silhouette against a luminant halo. A color palette of black, blue, and teal.
The Voice of the Hunted, a beast trying to protect its heart from danger, represented here as a crosshair.
The Voice of the Smitten, the knife wound letting loose lovely streams of swirling bodily juices into the air.
The Voice of the Cold, dark, and angular. Something completely unafraid to kill.
The Voice of the Skeptic, attempting to fly, tearing himself away from chains and what looks like his own body.
The Voice of the Paranoid, Frantic and multi-eyed, clutching at a wound.
The Voice of the Contrarian, flying in stark contrast to the others, glowing instead of secluded, a mischievous fairy or will o' the wisp, instead of a grotesque figure.
The Voice of the Broken, shattered and leaking. A humanoid figure is no longer recognizable.
The Voice of the Stubborn, Fiery eyes, and big meaty claws. The brushwork is chaotic.
The Voice of the Cheated, smoke leaking from puncture wounds still embedded within him. He's holding a cigar, too; probably where all the smoke is coming from.
The Voice of the Opportunist, carrying multiple masks on his person, and wielding a poorly concealed knife.
And finally (for now) The Long Quiet itself, the night sky, swirling sigils blurred in the dark.
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i am working on a cover of rises the moon using the schoenhut i purchased recently......
my goal is i'd like to sound as though i am very far away or perhaps underwater, or nowhere at all!!!
here is a small snippet i was able to smuggle through a wormhole!!
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