do you have a general idea of what renrens voice would sound like? like a celebrity, singer, or maybe just a general description?
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✦゜ANSWERED: Ren's singing vc can be found here (I misread the original ask and thought it said "sings like", not "sounds like" sdksdgjs), but it also includes what I think Ren's talking voice would sound like ^^
But!! if I had to give an example, I've always imagined Eve (from Nier) to be very similar to Ren's talking voice!! It's soft, timid, and has that curious lilt to it — but also has dat [REDACTED] edge as well >:3
dives headfirst into the Trolls fandom with the rarest of rarepairs
I'm sorry but these two have taken over my life. I dunno what it is about these two but I freakin LOVE them so much
Very much @ohposhers design for Trollex cuz thank god someone else hated his design and gave him hair (the Skrillex sweater killed me)
Also it's a personal headcanon of mine that the Techno trolls are HUGE compared to land trolls. I mean they're basically mermen, let them be giant fish people.
So Trollex and JDs height difference is dramatic hdbdhbdbjdiedj. JD is gonna hug the shit outta Poppy later for introducing them
Also what is this ship name called???? I've seen Fishipping as a name???? I dunno lol
Sorry I've been gone for pretty much all month, the ancient ones awakened from their slumber and only I could defeat them.
Anyways Happy Pride! Yippee!!
there's a jedi temple somewhere with this exact fresco on it's walls. ten thousand years ago some poor seer gifted force user was smoking the good stuff and wandering the time stream and then BAM he drifts by a vision of obi-wan all coiled up in mermaul's scales.
what they missed was obi-wan's scrunched up face lecturing maul from down in the mess of limbs that he couldn't just go around terrorizing the gungans if he ever wanted to have people to talk to and trade with. meanwhile maul isn't even listening, he's delightedly staring at obi-wan's plush ass up in the air.
the seer returns to their body and immediately has to make art about it.
The voice echoed through the catacombs, unfamiliar, yet Pixlriffs felt strangely nostalgic hearing it. Neptune perked up from where she was curled up on a grave marker and her tail went up.
He turned around and met the eyes of a man, who was about as transparent as he was now. Another ghost, though he hadn't seen this one before.
He was about Pixlriffs' height, though he appeared taller at first glance, carrying himself with a sort of regality. His robe was a soft beige and decorated with scales of copper, particularly at the shoulders. His age was hard to guess, but the beard gave him an air of wisdom or maybe it was something about his eyes that made him seem so ancient. He wore a copper diadem, that shone in the torchlight beautifully, even though the real one had probably oxidized to a dull brown over the centuries, buried somewhere, wherever this man had died. Maybe even somewhere around here.
"Who are you?" Pixlriffs asked.
"Why are you dead?" the stranger asked, giving no indication that he'd heard him.
"I... I'm not sure. I think I just wasn't meant to wear the crown. I withered away."
It had hurt. More than he'd thought something could ever hurt. And then it'd suddenly been over.
"You weren't meant to die yet," the man whispered, frowning. "Your candle has no place under her yet. There are still things for you here. You're meant for so much more so why... Why are you dead?"
Pixlriffs didn't know what to make of the way his voice shook.