#elevenlab

[azhariqbal]

[andronicmusicblog]

ElevenLabs Music Enters the AI Composition Arena, Raising the Bar and Questions

The AI music scene is heating up, and ElevenLabs is the latest player to throw its hat into the ring. Known for its impressive voice cloning and natural-sounding text-to-speech technology, ElevenLabs is now venturing into AI music composition, and the early previews are generating serious buzz.

A Leap Forward in AI Music Creation

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ElevenLabs Music isn't just another AI music generator; it's showing signs of being a potential game-changer. Unlike competitors like Suno AI (suno.com) and Udio, which offer shorter clips, ElevenLabs is showcasing tracks of up to three minutes, complete with surprisingly natural-sounding vocals. This extended length opens up the possibility of generating radio-ready songs from a single prompt, bypassing the inconsistencies often encountered with track extensions.

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A Diverse Sound Palette

The early examples of ElevenLabs Music's capabilities are impressive, spanning a wide range of genres. From the smooth grooves of jazz to the infectious energy of pop, the hard-hitting beats of dubstep, and even the heartfelt melodies of country, ElevenLabs seems capable of adapting to diverse musical styles.

Key Differences with Suno AI

Track Length: ElevenLabs Music generates significantly longer tracks than Suno AI, offering a more complete musical experience.

Vocals: While Suno AI primarily focuses on instrumental compositions, ElevenLabs Music includes vocals, opening up a new dimension of creative possibilities.

Genre Variety: Both platforms demonstrate versatility across genres, but ElevenLabs seems to have a wider range in the early previews.

The Copyright Conundrum

One key question looming over the excitement surrounding ElevenLabs Music is the issue of copyright. Suno AI has set a precedent by allowing users to retain the copyright for their generated tracks. It remains to be seen if ElevenLabs will follow suit or adopt a different approach. This is a crucial factor for musicians and content creators who want to fully utilize AI-generated music for commercial purposes.

Looking Ahead: A Promising Future

While ElevenLabs Music is still in its early stages, it's clear that the platform has the potential to reshape the AI music landscape. Its ability to generate longer, more complete tracks with vocals sets it apart from the competition. However, the question of copyright ownership will need to be addressed to fully realize its potential for widespread adoption.

Stay Tuned!

As ElevenLabs continues to develop and refine its AI music capabilities, the music world eagerly awaits the official launch. If the early previews are any indication, ElevenLabs Music could be the tool that unlocks a new era of AI-powered musical creativity.

[reidsdimples]

Not just moaning. I want him WHIMPERING, begging, on the verge of tears, crying, biting down on my palm as I try to keep him quiet 😈

[destinationtrekk]

wesker elevenlabs audios

a/n: he's such a silly little guy. I used re umbrella chronicles and re5 voice clips to make him, so if he sounds a little wonky i'm sorry! i'm still learning elevenlabs :) i'll keep adding more as i go along

saying he's proud of you:

possessive:

crack cat!wesker:

[slytherin-paramour]

Happy Valentines Day!

I love you all! I made this shitty little thing at 3am 😂❤️

(Slightly NSFW)

[trappezoider]

Horsing Around

A wholesome little audio drama of a farm boy Sebastian teaching Ominis how to ride a horse, muggle AU. Made this aaaaages ago, together with @waywardprintmaker and @silasbug, the cute art was done by Printmaker😭 Non-profit, just made for free for fans by fans. (p.s.: I take no responsibility for the quality of the mixing xD)

[decodedlvr]

apparently you can AI voices on Eleven Labs and I’m fucking losing it w Steve and Eddie @ mvsticbel on tiktok

Reblogs appreciated:>

[skeletalheartattack]

Subtitles below the keep reading:

Hey you, shut your mouth and look at my paw! DON'T FORGET!! [Incomprehensible sped up gibberish] This... Journey... Money... Loads of coins. [Incomprehensible sped up gibberish] What-about-her? What-about-her? ... What-about-her? 'She still like me? [Quiet but mostly incomprehensible gibberish about subtitles] O P S O P N O-1 1. Here's the spell: Love the mermaid, for sure! The mermaid is HAPPY! Okay! It's pretty normal for a fish, right? Guuuyyyssss, beeeee caaarefuuulll wiiiiith theeee GIIIIIRRRRLSSS!!! [Incomprehensible] Oh! Silly! Oh yes! Lamb chop boy! [Incomprehensible] [Very quietly, while white noise is playing over it] Goood eevening, aand weeelcome too the shoooowww... [In the background] Ohhh, mooney!

[sapphira-mydnyte]

Spoiling the Ominis girlies again with the Snake King telling them sweet nothings & being a little naughty about it.

Warning: Headphones Mandatory! Smut desires mentioned!

[radical-ghostface]

Sebastian Sallow wishes Hope a happy birthday 🥰🎂 @sallowstallgirl

This is a request I got a few days ago and I was so excited to do it (: I love messing around with ElevenLabs so, if you have a request just let me know!

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

she seemed so serious about the question too

[lanabenikosdoormat]

I have some more elevenlabs shitposts on the backburner, but I actually wanted to make him say something more in-line with canon for a change, and since Ren has me on a Hunter kick..... well it was obvious

[reidsdimples]

Like Kids Again 🫶🏻

Spencer Reid x reader

Friends to lovers// angst// loss

You swing your door open, already aware that Spence is on the other side. It's late but you told him he was welcome anytime and tonight he needed you more than ever. He lost one of his co-workers in a shooting but couldn't tell you anymore than that.

He looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot, the shadows beneath them darker than usual, his shirt was untucked, and his tie had been discarded God knows where. He leaned on the door frame with his head hanging low in defeat.

"Oh Spence," you sigh and open your arms.

He stumbles into your small frame and drapes his head over your shoulder. His strong arms squeeze you tight and you just hold him. Spencer had been your best friend for many years and you had never seen him so broken. Not since Tobias Hankel, but this time his sorrow weighed heavily on him more than his anxiety. The grief radiating off of him, nearly choked you.

"I know you can't talk about the details," you hold his face between your hands so that he looks at you. "But talk to me as much as you can. Okay? Don't shut down on me Spence."

His bottom lip quivers and tears spill from his eyes but he nods his understanding. You finally push the front door closed and he follows you to the couch.

He lays his head in your lap and tucks pulls his legs up to his chest. You don't even mind the shoes on the couch, his red converse were so uniquely him, that it made you smile. You gently push your hands through his hair to soothe him. You just let him break down, let him sob quietly until he can't anymore.

"I'm right here," you whisper softly.

"I felt him die. I felt his..." he trails off. He turns over and looks straight up towards the ceiling. "I felt his breathing stop, his life leave his body. I couldn't," his voice cracks. "I couldn't stop it."

"It's not your fault," you console him. You push the strands of hair from his cheeks where they were stuck there from tears.

"You sound like Hotch," he offers a weak smile.

"No I mean it," you insist. "You didn't pull the trigger."

He shakes his head and squints his eyes, trying to take in your words. He looks up at you through thick eyelashes.

It’s then that you notice his hands. Not the way you usually do, in that they’re incredibly attractive. But you notice that there is dried blood under his nails. You take his hand in yours and examine it closer. His eyes close when he notices what caught your attention and a few tears fall.

“Come here,” you instruct softly.

You take his hand and lead him to your bathroom.

“I showered, I just couldn’t get it all,” he murmurs. He’s staring at the floor. In the room but a million miles away.

Your best friend, your Spence. Oh your love. He will never be the same again. Your heart aches and you push down the chocking need to cry that grows in your throat.

“It’s okay,” you whisper.

You guide his hands under the warm water and soap up the nail brush. You hear him sniffle as you scrub his friend’s blood from his nails. It’s not something you ever thought you would be doing but you’d do anything to make him okay. You can’t imagine the turmoil he’s feeling.

He leans into you while you work on his other hand, his tall frame somehow heavier than usual. His movements are slower, more defeated.

“Thank you,” her murmurs as you feel dry his hands.

“Here, sit,” you instruct him to set on the edge of your bed.

You gently squeeze lotion into your hands before massaging one of his between yours. You gently rub the pressure points and pay special attention to his fingers before repaying on the other hand.

“There, good as new,” you smile gently.

Spence examines his hands and the weight of the world seems to lessen just a tad.

“Can you…” he begins nervously. He looks up at you and you know what he needs. You gesture for him to kick off his converse and crawl into bed.

“Like when we were kids,” you nod.

When the two of you were kids, he would sneak next door and crawl into your bed when his parents were fighting. You would hold him forever. Just like he did for you when you needed it.

“Like when we were kids,” he grins.

You crawl into bed behind him and latch onto him. It was much easier when he was smaller than you, but puberty changed that.

You hand him your small stuffed lion that you’ve had since you were ten. The one he gave it to you for your birthday. He looks at it and pulls in to his chest.

As adults the two of you don’t have these moments as often. You’re reminded of how much you missed his closeness, his scent, his soft breathing, and his affection.

You gently rub his arm, tracing small circles and patterns.

“Guess?” You ask him. He nods. It’s a game you two played as kids.

You trace ‘hi’ on his arm and he huffs a small sweet laugh.

“Hi,” he answers.

Next you trace ‘ILY’.

“I love you too,” he whispers.

Familiar warmth fills you, you know you’ll never love anyone the way you love him. He’s always been your love. Your Spence.

You’re hit with a sudden pang of dread. What if it was Spence that had been shot and killed? You still. Dread giving way to guilt.

Guilt that you’ve harbored a deeper love for him for so long and never said anything. Fear that one day it could be too late.

He squirms and turns in your grip.

“What is it?” He’s looking up at you in the dark and he’s breath taking. Even with tired eyes and disheveled hair. Especially so even.

You shake your head. You’re not gonna burden him with your worries when he just lost a friend.

“I just miss this. Behaving like kids,” you laugh softly. “I half expect to wake up to a fort built around me again.”

You recall the time he built a massive fort around your bed without you even waking up.

He pushes your hair from your face and holds your cheek.

“I need to tell you something. If you listen, I might just build that fort while you sleep,” his eyes sparkle a little.

“I’ll listen but you need to sleep. No fort building,” you flick his nose softly. It earns a small smile and a breathy laugh.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you,” he says so softly that your ears ring. You jolt, staring at him.

There’s no way he said that, you had to be dreaming. He was just your best friend, your best friend that you buried feelings for. How could he possibly feel the same way?

“Are you sure this isn’t the near death experience talking?” You ask. You run your hand up his arm and punch his ear lobe.

“I’ve loved you more deeply than I’ve let on for years. I can sense that you feel it too. I see no reason to run from it,” he smiles and it’s a relieved one.

“Spence, I love you too. I…” you stammer. He knows that. “I mean I’ve fallen for you too,” you giggle.

You scoot closer to him so that your legs intertwine with his and your chest is pressed into his. His smile is refreshed and hopeful, the grief still lingering in his eyes though.

He kisses you softly on the forehead and you nuzzle into his neck.

“Tonight we’ll just be kids again,” he sighs.

“And tomorrow?” You ask, squeezing him tighter.

“Tomorrow, I get to be wholeheartedly in love with you. No hiding, no restraints,” he whispers as his hands play in your hair.

Your heart soars and you can’t believe it. Your love. Your Spence, loves you back.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” you smile into him.

The two of you fall into content silence. You watch the tree branches sway in the moonlight outside until Spence falls asleep in your arms. It is then in the steadiness of his breathing that you find sleep as well.

[slytherin-paramour]

I made a little scene from @blueraineshadows amazing story, Blood Bound! If you haven't read it yet, I implore you to do so! It's a story that puts you through every emotion and makes you think about things, not to mention leaving you hanging for more! I'll link the story at the bottom :)

[edrieis]

posting a scrapped (and also bc @111razorrangs wanted to hear it)