#;songs of the bards { music }

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Started a new book series, and has been a journey...an Odyssey, if you will.

[vamprisms]

listen. everyone loved the silly musical number boss fight in bg3. whoever makes baldur's gate 4 (and it will get made because it made like a bazillion dollars or whatever) needs to add a bard companion where if you have them in your party the gameplay is largely the same but a bunch of the boss fights and interactions will have musical numbers

[screechingfromthevoid]

Dorian with the crown keepers in some quiet taverns in quiet towns as they travel, he's always up late. He can't quite fall asleep well. So he sneaks out to a different tavern than the one they're staying at. He doesn't want to risk someone recognizing him in the morning.

At the new taverns, he goes straight to their stages. The emptier the better but it's not hard for him to convince a half drunk bard to get even drunker.

Sometimes he'd sit on the poorly lit stage and strum his mandolin and not say a word at all as he started to pluck out a tune. The chords are simple at first, something he heard in a dream. Every night spent working, adds another measure. Deeper swells and higher jumps. A mournful reverberation. He was stuck for a while.

Until he hears "glad you're not here... wish you were anyways".

Then, disjointed and seemingly unexpected, a reprise of that first plucking, an octave and a half lower. Still major, still jovial. Just. Deeper. Just... Realer.

I'll fix the transition later, he thought.

That's when the lyrics came. They weren't good but they spilled out of his mouth involuntarily. If it were up to him, those thoughts, those feelings would stay caged in his heart. Instead, a room full of strangers knew him more fully than his intimates.

Protector of air, guard of heart, bulwark of us

His simple plucked out tune, a dreamed up melody for a man he could only dream of.

You say you don't lead. But when I look to you, you're drenched in the boreal crux

A deep and quiet start to the encroaching swell, getting louder and higher.

Crowns of spiders couldn't tempt me astray from your due north

Trilled eight notes that felt like crawling legs and whispy silk on the back of the neck.

I thought you might be the wind caught in my sails. Always only you caught in my fibers

His last word carries a sour note, it sounded wrong, out of tune. Like he was.

A storm by another name, gold and red and melting black, tore us off course

Dorian's run was backwards, like he was free falling from a ledge. Accidentals plaguing it's decent.

It's harder than ever to orient through shades of grey and leave behind no remorse...

That reverberation was accompanied by a strain in his voice. Something that happened every night once he made it to that point. It came next to a swallow of something in his throat. That transition came to him, when Dorian thought about what got him out of his slump, he laughed. Bashfully, sheepishly. He always felt his face burn.

My heart aches. Stay steadfast. Fairer winds...

What a thing to say instead of I miss you.

I have stolen a world away. You are there, I am here. And all I want is to be together when we wake

His melody, their melody, picked up again. His fingers started to pluck staccatos in between the languid chords.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or so they say. This distance has only made mine bleed icar

Dorian wouldn't allow himself to end this with a confession. At least, not one of guilt. It wasn't supposed to be about his straying. It was supposed to be about Orym. It was supposed to be about the man he-

I look for the direction ivy green grows. I look to you still, to find my way.

Sometimes he ended the song with another reprise of his dreamy melody. Sometimes, his fingers would slip on the strings and rancid mistakes would ring out into the crowd. It seemed to depend on how hard they fought that day. How much more Opal stained.

Dorian would always thanked the crowd before taking up the coins that were haphazardly thrown on stage. He wouldn't set out a hat or cup, it wasn't about that, but there was always coin at his feet by the end.

He'd walk quiet streets and thought about Bertrand. Dorian understood now, what he said about walking alone at night. He stepped carefully up lulling tavern stairs thinking about picking up a bottle for a round of "what the fuck is up with that" with friend that weren't waiting for him. He slid into the room he shared with his brother, acknowledging every time that this was the first time they did that. They never shared a room or a bed as children. They didn't share much. Now fully grown, he felt they were more childish than ever.

Dorian curled into himself on his cold side of the bed and thought about how he used to have a pulsing heart beat on his skin. Whether it was across his legs, against his back, against his chest. He never felt loneliness like this before. He never felt the absence of someone before.

And he was worse for it

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

good omens as a song i wrote when i was 14...

Hello sweet maggots, it's the Official Good Omens Mascot. So I write music, and I just found a song I'd written when I was 14 about my then-crush. He did not deserve it and was really quite horrible, but I looked at it now and it gives a lot of Crowley to Aziraphale vibes? Don't mind the quality, I was fourteen and wrote it in an hour, I swear I do better now. A lot of it may sound silly. But have it here:

[stanza 1]

I lay my cheek on soft worn cloth

I lay my head against a shoulder

I smile at the moonlight and the lapping lake

Breathe a familiar smell, and am emboldened

[pre-chorus]

For here can I hurt nobody

Now well known features I study

In my dreams, in my dreams

[chorus]

For here I am safe, and so are you

Both of us are safe like we've never been

Here things just... happen which we can never do

You and I are safe from you and me

In my dreams, in my dreams

[stanza 2]

Broken glass litters the sand

But our feet rest on sweet smooth stone

Warm, as is your hand, holding mine

Rough and steady, I'm not alone

[bridge]

Moonlight dims in front of your smile

Your voice and the gentle waves are one

Angel's wings glow serene in the night

You are my family, you are enough

We're in my dreams

We're in your dreams, Angel.

Yeah. This song was called Angel.

These are the exact lyrics I wrote in 2018. With reference to soft worn cloth, I was actually talking about tartan there, which is now creeping me out. And the familiar smell… doesn't Crowley say he knows Aziraphale's smell?

i started this post without reading through all the lyrics, I just remembered that I'd called it Angel. Now that I've typed it, I'm actually... wow okay. Here can I hurt nobody, here I am safe and so are you... The whole chorus is literally the same as how they can't be together if they want to keep each other safe and how their own love is endangering them (you and I are safe from you and me) and it's only in their dreams that they can be together and still be safe.

I don't think I need to say anything about how the Angel's wings part fits Good Omens.

I know you guys joked about me being the Good Omens Prophet and all, but... I'm... what is this. @neil-gaiman sir I'm going to need an explanation for this, thank you.

Actually, maybe there is no explanation. The whole thing really is... ineffable.

-Asmi

[silver-horse]

TREVOR MORRIS I want you back 😭😭😭😭😭

[hrefna-the-raven]

Playing music for Kar'niss

I tried playing music to Kar'niss and he reacted, only to the spider song but it's still cute <3

[myreia]

✦ B A R D

She does not consider herself an archer, but the bow feels slick and powerful in her hand. She settles on the peak of the roof, unbothered by the fog and the rain, leather coat unfurling around her. Like the skill it takes to learn an instrument, hunting is as much about patience as it is about precision. Her breath stills. Her fingers flex, the bowstring taut. They will not see the arrow coming. —level 90 compendium

[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

The best thing in House of the Dragons isn’t character designs or costumes, or how the adaption changes from the source material. It’s the scene with the bard playing his lute and singing a asoiaf in-universe song in episode 3 of season 1. I need a full version of that song with lyrics and lute playing. Actually I need more performances of in-universe asoiaf music in general.

[addictedtothesound]

Watch "MIRABEL'S VILLAIN SONG - We Don't Talk About Bruno | ANIMATIC | Disneys Encanto" on YouTube

[galacticsabc]

Conductor

[jaebird88]

“Stairway to the Astral Realm” 🤣

[justaravingwritingdesk]

Yeah I know itʼs supposed to be a Katara song but it kinda fits for Percy too

[feykrorovaan]

Dear Larian,

Bard here.

Why can't I play Weeping Dawn after playing with Alfira?You literally learn it playing with her,but can't play it. I feel like you should be able to play it.Even if it only unlocks after learning it from her.

And why can't I play any of the other songs like Down by the River,Wash my pain away,Ale/Song of Balduran,or I want to live? It'd even be funny if you could play the Harpy song after slaying them. (Like no. This is mine now.)

For your consideration,

A Bard that wants to play ALL THE MUSIC.

P.S there are six song slots available.(Five if you're using the Spider's Lyre). Plenty of room for more songs.

P.S.S I'm sure there are mods,it just feels like base game should have them available.There's also an entire official soundtrack with basically the Bard versions of certain songs (Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Soundtrack):Streets and Taverns for those of you who are interested,it's lovely.). WHY CAN'T WE PLAY MORE SONGS IN THE GAME?

[queerstudiesnatural]

new witcher cover!!

[votingonrandmthings]

Vote On...

[megmoon1111]

i <3 enya