i wasn't sure exactly what i thought adult gideon should be doing, but i DO quite like the triple combination of cowboy-biker, drag queen, and used car salesman at the same time. she's always a busy person!
thinking of percy going to school as a small child. learning that some of his peers talk to deceased family members in their heads to cope with grief. and deciding to take the time each night to talk to his father. telling him a funny story of how mom laughed so hard, milk came out of her nose. of how he got a near perfect score on his third grade spelling test. of each time he got expelled from school and how much he knew it made mom sad. of how his stepfather is the meanest bully he's ever met. of how he wished the two of them had more time together so they could share s'mores and stories around the campfire. of how much he grieves the father he never had. and thinking of poseidon sitting in his throne atop olympus. tears threatening to fall at the sound of his son's voice. mirroring the grief of a child he never got to raise.
Bruce Wayne definitely killed his voice with his Batman voice and while he used to be able to sing beautifully he can't anymore.
Jason's voice is more grizzly nowadays due to the smoke inhalation damage not really going away.
Nobody's ever heard Tim sing. They don't know if they want to.
Everybody's heard Stephanie sing. They know they don't want to.
Cass is a good hummer but not really a singer.
Dick Grayson loves singing, but only Dad Rock and only in the most obnoxious way he can. (Only thing that carries over from TTG is that man lives for "The Night Begins to Shine")
Alfred can do literally anything change my mind.
Damian finds singing shameful. He would never participate in such a thing.
xtra voice headcanons
Brucie Wayne has the most bipolar inflections you've ever seen. he's like "Hey Lucie-poo! How are the kids?! Are they swell?"
In turn, Batman has completely straight speech (minus volume changes)
When Dick spends too much time around the Titans (Going off of the weird way Star speaks in some iterations because I just love it for no reason), he accidentally starts saying "the" way too much.
(this apparently has never applied to jason, but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies...)
For a while Tim tried to do the "Jealous" by Eyedress voice where he dropped it and huffed and stuff but the second he tried it around Kon or Bart he started laughing and couldn't do it again.
I like to imagine that one of Damian's simple pleasures in life is that he can speak in a different accent or language when he hits his head.
Stephanie loves to mock the Brucie Wayne voice. it's cool.
Alfred has been so connected to Gotham for so long that he has to put on the British accent since he's heard the NJ one for so long. Nobody's ever caught him slipping (but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies..)
the .5s clip of patrick star's voice repurposed as a character soundfont working so fucking well as an utau voicebank was the funniest plottwist of 2015. if you were in middle school back then that shit was like crack
Incredible characterization move on Kubo's part to make Byakuya's theme song an instrumental version of a song called "I Sing to Pass "the Time." [YouTube link, it's very pretty if you like piano music]
I suppose it's possible that Kubo chose it on the sound alone, but I doubt it. The original version, by Léo Ferré, was from an album where he set the work of Surrealist/Communist poet Louis Aragon to music. The lyrics for this one are all about beauty and wonder passing out of the world, just like the rest of Byakuya's dead tree, last-of-his-line, color-fading-into-white schtick.
I have lived marvels during the day
You and I, remember it
And I have broken through the wall of the years
The ears full of miracles
Our universe is not the same anymore
I have lived marvels during the day
(full lyrics under the cut)
(Translation source)
(Here is the poem in its original French, if you prefer)
I sing to pass the time
short amount of it that I have left to live
Like you draw on the frost
Like you make your heart pleased
while throwing pebbles on the pond
I sing to pass the time
I have lived marvels during the day
You and I, remember it
And I have broken through the wall of the years
The ears full of miracles
Our universe is not the same anymore
I have lived marvels during the day
Let's have those fingers untangled now
Like the forehead from the glory
Our eyes were first to see
the clouds lower than us
And the lark at our knees
Let's have those fingers untangled now
We have made moonlights
For our palaces and our statues
What matters now that we are being killed
The nights will fall one by one
China turned itself into the Commune
We have made moonlights
And I would tell and I would tell
So much was this life adventure
Where man has become life-size
His voice above the forests
The mountains, the seas and the secrets
And I would tell and I would tell
Yes; I sing to pass the time
The bow wears out against the violin
The pebble at the game of rebounds
And how my love is touching
Near me in the leaning shadow
Yes, I sing to pass the time
I sing to pass the time
Yes to pass the time I sing
hc that katsuki actually has the softest singing voice ever…and that on that rare, special, once in a lifetime occasion…if he’s really really in a good mood…with enough begging…he’ll sing for you…
Ever since dogman mentioned Randy having this one talent it hasn't left my head cuz it can literally be anything. He could be a good singer or an artist or he's probably a scientist in disguise who's midway thru figuring out the cure for cancer or he's just good at repairing trucks !! So much left for the imagination...
Hello Nevermore Nation to celebrate my favorite Nevermore song returning to all streaming platforms after disappearing for many many weeks I am posting it here so I don’t lose it again
yk the short audio of Boothill singing with Robin? Robinhill (maybe robinhillgenti, cause I’m a sucker or Argenthill and he has a meaningful connection with music to); Mentions he was a wonderful singing voice (has he sung before?) After a moment: …Yeah, he used to. (...his pops taught him guitar and how to sing. His little girl had loved it. And now it’s all gone). Robin and/or Argenti would love to hear one him play, if he doesn’t mind (He does).
…Eventually (few days/weeks type eventually) he says fudge it and they/he’s able to find an old guitar for him to play. He doesn’t get to finish it before almost breaking down (Cause it hits him [again] that he’s the only ones who knows these. Aeragan-Epharshel’s songs. His home’s. His family’s. What his pops would sing to him and his big-little family and what he would to his little and grandest sunshine. And the kicker is that there was so much more genres and music and fudgin culture around his entire fucking planet. And it was all fuckin’. Up in flames. [Cause of the damn IPC. Intergalactic Peace Corporation his darn casket. Samhill, he can’t even speak how he used to, at home, anymore, cause they just couldn’t stop destroying Aeragan-Epharshel, huh]. All Aeragan-Epharshel gets to live by is Boothill, and he can barely consider himself “living”, now can he?).
Half want to leave it on just angst, but happy ending is* Boothill gets to spread Aeragan-Epharshel’s songs (the ones he remembers, and it still feels less-than cause it’s only with one instrument and not with the fudgin several it’s supposed to be in, like it would be at the local bar) on HSR’s version of youtube or smth, with support from Robin, on her platform w/ her or just on his own with her active promotion, idk. (It takes weeks - months - to get through the first one without his voice getting all static with tears he can’t cry).
*Dunno how it’d work with his entire… Galaxy Ranger status & bounty. But I needed to get this idea out, so, fudge you I do what I want.
I'm just realizing that Alcina singing lullabies to her daughters is a whole fucking vibe because she is a singer and does have an amazing voice and her daughters absolutely love it when she sings for them.
I think I need to change my rules bc I keep thirsting over gray😭
side note: the driver is so nalu coded to me. whatever lucy wants to do, natsu is the first one there making it happen.
♡ gray singing honey (are u coming?) on stage. he's in dark jeans that make his thighs look great, and he's not wearing a shirt. usually that wouldn't fluster you, but his ice devil slayer markings are on full display. the only thing adorning his torso besides them is his silver necklace, shining in the mood lighting of the venue.
♡ his biceps strain as he plays a complicated melody on the guitar, face and body covered by a sheen of sweat as he concentrates. you think that you'd be drooling if you weren't busy screaming along to the music.
♡ you're trying hard to stay in the front of the crowd, but it's hard when you're being jostled around. you're sure there's more enthusiastic people in the audience, judging by the screams, but when your eyes lock onto gray's, he doesn't look away.
♡ "meet me there where it never closes, meet me there where it's never hopeless" your gaze is transfixed, and it's not your imagination hoping that gray's getting closer to you because he is, and oh he's still playing the guitar but he's on his knees and- you feel your legs go weak and your face burn. you grip onto the barricade like a lifeline because otherwise you might get pulled under.
♡ when the show comes to an end, your ears are ringing, your feet ache, and you think you're going to lose your voice tomorrow. you shiver in the cold, lamenting your decision to forego a jacket. still, you forget about your discomfort when the back door opens and gray comes out.
♡ he's wearing a coat (unlike you) but your mind goes a little fuzzy when you realize there's still no shirt on his body. gray's eyes light up when he sees you, and he's quick to settle his hands on your hips. he frowns when he notices you're trembling, and he immediately pulls you into his arms. you nuzzle into him, grateful for his body heat.
♡ neither of you say anything, voices exhausted from screaming all night long. that is, until a tiny smirk forms on gray's face. you eye him warily, unsure of what the trickster will do to you. there's no tickle attack or tossing you over the shoulder, though. no, instead, gray leans down, his breath hot against your ear, and he whispers, "did you like the show, honey?"