#synth pad

[rosieuv]

Don't forget it: GCSE free composition

This is for my free composition for my music GCSE. I was planning on adding more lyrics and other stuff but I couldn't for the life of me get the singing to sound good or the background music with it so I just deleted all that, left the bits I actually liked and here we are. I have to write some kind of essay to go with this and for the lyrics I'll say something like "the lyrics are intentionally vague so that the mood of the piece can be interpreted in many different ways" when in reality it's a song about me complaining about how Sparx Maths was mandatory homework every week (it's not any more, but I wrote the lyrics about a month ago).

Lyrics:

oh no but it's alright,

when you've never got to be the one who does it all night,

and you always got to do it no matter what you're saying;

keep on going back to play it.

oh but no this isn't fair,

it doesn't seem to mark it right,

and it's always got to be the one that nags you everywhere:

don't forget it, don't forget it.

The lyrics I scrapped (in a higher pitch):

oh but it never goes away,

the weekends metiforically

just a countdown to the day.

even though you hate it

with all your heart

it's only mandatory

so go take part.

Ignore the things

and follow the strings,

it never sings

nor does it have wings.

No, looking through a window pane

can make you go insane.

Keep going, don't revise,

keep on keep on keep on

[benjamindehli]

Lo-fi "synth pad" sound with Korg CX-3, multiple delay pedals and a SCF

Making some ambient lo-fi "synth pad" sounds with the Korg CX-3 organ, 4 delay units and a TC Electronic Stereo Chorus Flanger.

Instrument:

Korg CX-3 

Effects: 

Fulltone Tube Tape Echo

Boss DM-2 Delay

TC Electronic SCF Stereo Chorus Flanger

Electro-Harmonix Deluxe Memory Man

Diamond Memory Lane 2

[mikufigureoftheday]

🐁Today's Miku "figure" is:🐁

Moeyu Language of Flowers mouse pad ver. (2023)

[synthsays]

I always loved this episode title :)

RIP Jasper you would've loved these clear colorful touch tone phones

[elysianasterism]

just tweeted this but like. if you told past lucie, even lucie from last year, that they'd get obsessed with a pop band, they wouldn't believe you. but here we are 🕺

[acidhydraart]

new song! REALLY proud of this one!

[datadegroove]

modern American scores are so fucking bad

[roboska-lv]

A remixed version of the start screen music with drums and stuff

also has the leitmotif from the roboska songs and there is a canonical reason for that...apart from me recycling

I came up with this melody while being bored in a music composition lesson. It's also start screen music but at a specific point of the game which deserves a cooler version. It's not going to fade out like that in the actual game, that's just for the non-game version to sound less abrupt and still have the looping bit.

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Korg Minilogue Sound Demo (Free Custom Patches)

[rosieuv]

Radio Edit 🎙️

A parody of how awkwardly song censorship can be. I got the idea for this while watching a video on Just Dance censorship and some verses in some songs are either instrumental, or instrumental with like one or two words just making it out and I thought that was funny. However I didn't want to make it too similar in concept to "Touchin' On My" so I went the "Die Eier von Satan" route and made the lyrics innocent but due to the way it's made, it sounds way worse. Every point I said the word "beep" I vocoded it and the collab host on the NGAP discord said it sounded like a car horn. I'm not great at mixing, especially for vocals. The instrumental sounds too quiet on my computer speakers but fine on my wireless earphones so I'm putting my trust in that.

Song Details:

BPM: 121

Key: C# Major

Signature: 4/4

Length: 2:32

Number of tracks: 19

Instruments used: synth bass, synth lead, synth strings, electric piano, bass guitar, synth pad, techno drums, vinyl drums

Samples used: rise from freesound, crash from freesound, vinyl scratches from a hip-hop soundfont

Effects used: reverb, EQ

Lyrics:

*instrumental*

Gonna’ beep you and a one, beep

you never beep.

Not that hard when you beep

before the beep.

beeeeeeep can be easy

if you beep me.

Wanna’ finish this for a sense of beep

but don’t you beep.

beep it down so you beeeeep

the paintbrush.

beep, beep and beep is a pain

if you make it be.

And a chop chop,

slice it up!

Put it with the beep in the beep.

It’s beep,

beep is yummy

while the radio edit is beeping non-stop.

If you beep the words,

well, what’d’ya see?

If you change the beep,

well, what’d’ya see?

If you change the words,

beep, what’d’ya see?

It could be funny.

*instrumental*

edit, edit

edit, edit

edit, edit

edit, edit,

edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit

Gonna’ help you and a one, two

you never know.

Not that hard when you focus

before the snow.

Trigonometry can be easy

if you follow me.

Wanna’ finish this for a sense of bliss

but don’t you rush.

Write it down so you remember

the paintbrush.

Sin, cos and tan is a pain

if you make it be.

And a chop chop,

slice it up!

Put it with the noodles in the cup.

It’s tasty,

ham is yummy

while the radio edit is playing non-stop.

If you change the words,

well, what’d’ya see?

If you change the words,

well, what’d’ya see?

If you change the words,

well, what’d’ya see?

It could be funny.

radio

edit, edit

radio

edit, edit,

radio

edit, edit

radio

edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit

[mywillbedone]

THIS ONE was my favorite!! this goes so hard

[sleepingangelmusic]

Synido Tempo Pad Z1 PERFORMANCE with iPad * Creating a Song from start ...

[irishbreakfst]

Imagine being such a hater you try to put down chappel roan's music by saying it belongs in a pad advertisement when everything Katy Perry has done in the last 5 years is right there

[sunnie-angel]

week 3 (oct. 18) | period sex

✮⋆˙bon appétit (2.2k)

jason's a vampire, you're on your period, and, well a man's gotta eat

tags: f!reader, vamp jason, established relationship, period sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blood drinking, blood as lube, slight size kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: for @luvrodite my darling, this would not exist without your encouragement

⊘ this is an 18+ fic. minors do not interact, you will be blocked

Jason Todd is on you the second you walk through the door, pharmacy bag dropping from your hands in surprise. The door’s barely shut behind you before he’s crowding you up against it, cold night air still lingering on your skin, his nose buried in your neck. His lips part along your collarbone and you roll your eyes at the pinprick of fangs already descending from his gums.

“I smell blood,” he rumbles. “Are you hurt?”

With a sigh you dig your now empty hand into the thick mess of his hair and pull him off of your throat. His pupils have already started to narrow into slits, catlike.

“No, and if you’d stop thinking with your fangs for a hot second you’d realize it’s because of my period.” Reaching down for the bag you’d just let go of, you gasp as another cramp spikes through your lower belly and claws up your back. “Right, you can get the bag because you made me drop it. I’m going to find my heat pack in the kitchen.”

Jason’s already waiting for you by the time you hobble into the kitchen, slow and regrettably human. Under your breath you curse his unnatural speed but he hears you anyway and grins. He’s already put your heat pack in the microwave so there’s nothing to do but gratefully take the painkillers he’s fished out of the bag for you and wait. His stomach grumbles.

“Nope,” you declare. “Not happening tonight. I’m losing enough blood as it is, you aren’t getting your hands on any more.”

“Please, baby? ‘M starving over here,” Jason pouts. He’s suddenly behind you, arms around your midriff. He lets out a huff of air right over your jugular, goosebumps rising across your skin. Usually, that would be enough to have you caving, knees weak and and panties wet, begging for his bite. Tonight, you push his face away with annoyance.

“Go get some synth blood from you maker or something. Isn’t she always offering to hook you up with a supply? I’m off the menu tonight, so put those–” you tap at his upper lip, right over where his fangs have descended “–away.”

The microwave beeps, giving you an excuse to slip from his grasp. You moan at the warmth as you shove it down the front of your clothing, the heat already making the cramps reside a little.

“Talia’s out of town and you know nothin’ tastes anywhere near as good as you do,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You want to scream at his perfect dumb face with its stupid puppy eyes.

“Jason. I’ve got a waterfall of blood in my underwear – which is stained by the way because none of the PATH toilets had any pads in any of their dispensers – my back hurts, my stomach hurts, my boobs are pain central, and my ankles are sore for some ungodly reason. I’m not adding “mauled by a hungry vampire” to the list of reasons why I’m destroying my liver with painkillers.”

You know you’re probably being bitchier about it than you normally would be to turn him down, but you’ve just had the day from hell. First your period had started on your morning commute to work. Then the pad you had been counting on to be in your purse hadn’t been there, a casualty of Tamara two desks over last week. There’d only been a single pill left in the bottle of painkillers you kept at your desk, and you’d been so run off your feet with work that you hadn’t had a chance to run out for more. You’re tired and sore, absolutely ready to face plant into bed.

“I don’t gotta bite, you know,” Jason says slowly.

“What,” you retort flatly, already done with this conversation.

“Well if you’re already bleeding. I don’t hafta bite you.” He smirks at you like he’s solved all of your problems. Slowly, your face starts to heat up as you put together what he’s implying.

“You don’t– what. You wanna...” you splutter, unable to string the thought together.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he prowls towards you, predatory glint in his eye “let me put my mouth to good use. I promise I won’t bite.” He’s got you backed against the countertop, balancing on your tip toes. The faux marble is firm beneath your scrabbling fingertips as you let out a squeak. He traces the apple of your cheek with a deceptively gentle finger. “Besides, you always feel so nice and relaxed after you come. Might make those cramps better.”

Cotton mouthed, you swallow down your desire but you can tell from the lopsided grin that Jason can already smell it on you.

“Ye-ah, okay.” You nod and bite your lip. “But if you make my cramps worse, I reserve the right to knee you in the head.”

Jason’s got you undressed and flat on your back on the bed in under 15 seconds in what has to be a new personal record. He’d even managed to put a towel down and reposition the heating pack right over your womb between breaths. Somewhere in the trip between the kitchen and the bedroom Jason had lost his shirt and you’re reminded again of just how badly he can make your mouth water, staring at the broad expanse of muscle covered in a thin layer of fat. He looks down at your bare, bleeding cunt and you swear you see a hint of something cold and predatory tinge his desire.

You reach out to him feeling oddly vulnerable, the rabbit kicking in the jaws of the wolf. He smiles at you, and despite the narrowed slit of his pupils you feel the warmth leech back into the room. Gently, he lowers himself down to cover your body with his. Kisses and laps at your open mouth, careful not to nick you with his fangs. Jason smooths a broad palm along the side of your ribcage until it settles on the plush curve of your hip. Slowly, he starts to kiss at your jaw and throat, purposefully avoiding the lush temptation of your carotid.

When Jason takes your aching breast into the wet heat of his mouth for the first time that night, you gasp and arch your back. Your hips strain with nowhere to go against the rock solid weight of his body. He’s gentler than he usually is, keeps his promise not to bite by laving at the bud of your nipple with the flat of his tongue. Kisses and sucks at the aching flesh until you are mewling from oversensitivity, now wet with more than just blood. He barely reacts to you clawing at his back, nails leaving raw red lines that heal over in an instant.

“Too much too muchtoomuchtoomuch,” you babble, body leaden with a different type of ache.

He pulls off your breast with an audible pop, a thin line of spit connecting his lips to the wet mess he’s made of your tits. Jason smiles as he peppers kisses down your belly, still careful not to jostle the heat pack from it’s place. He licks and kisses at each thigh before placing them onto his shoulders, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in your wake. You start to roll your eyes at him for his obsession with getting as close to your blood as possible when the scrape of teeth across the thin skin has you trying to strangle him with your thighs.

“No biting,” you gasp out, the curve of your spine pushing your breasts into the air.

“No biting,” he says, humouring you.

Jason hands close around your hips and drags you down to meet him. He licks a broad stripe right across your dripping cunt, obliterating any indignant thoughts in your head. Sucks a kiss to your clit that has you grabbing for his hair, desperate to keep his face right there. Your hips struggle to move but the coiled strength in his palms traps you right where he wants you. He’s enjoying this, you can tell from the way he’s playing you like a finely tuned instrument. Alternates long slow licks with taps and flicks of his tongue just to watch you dissolving into a whining and desperate creature.

You’re wet, so wet you can feel it dripping down to the cleft of your ass. Jason slurps – slurps! – up the mixture of your blood and arousal, traces it straight back to the source until he’s sucking right over your entrance. The tip of his tongue traces your cunt before plunging in and you moan, body tensing up at the intrusion. Trying to arch up into him, Jason slams your hips back down onto the mattress, the heating pad sliding somewhere off to the side of your hip.

“C’mon baby, gotta stay still so I can finish my dinner,” he purrs, not even bothering to look up from the blood drooling between your legs.

Arousal and embarrassment flare through you, lighting you up and burning through your cheeks as he goes back to eating you out. The spread of his fangs pinning your hole wide open as he thrusts the slick muscle of his tongue back into you. Uses it to curl into you wickedly until you moan high and reedy in your throat, aching for more. A thick finger prods at your entrance, alternates thrusting in with his tongue, forcing you to clench down around the intrusion. You can do nothing but lay there and take it, as he fucks you on his fingers and tongue. There’s no  escape from him and his questing mouth, pinned down as you are.

Your thighs start to shake when he curls a second finger into you, scissors his fingers wide to make it easier to drink you down. Spreads you open and fucks back in as deep as his hand will go. Hooks those fingers into the soft spongy part of your gut that has you seeing stars and pushes as he sucks on your clit again.

“Right there, Jay,” you whine, fighting for breath as your tummy screws up tight. “Please.”

Jason keeps hitting that spot with his fingers with unerring accuracy, hammering away as he laves over your clit. It’s the barest hint of teeth dragging across it that sends you burning over the edge, vision whiting out at the corners when you come. Chest heaving as you try to breath through it, body turning to jelly, your cramps are long forgotten in the flood of endorphins.

Jason grins from between your thighs, chin red with your blood and sticky with your slick. Leans over to show you the mess you’ve made of his hand, the sticky strings that still cling, connecting it to your twitching cunt. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he licks it all up, moans at the taste of you and ruts his dick into the bed.

“You taste so good, honey–" you whine at the praise “–just had to have a little taste. And I was good wasn’t I, didn’t even bite to get it, so I think I deserve a little dessert too.”

You nod too fucked out and relaxed to move, body nearly one with the bed as your aching muscles melt. He grins, predatory again, and oh you should have seen this coming. Something about wetting his throat with blood always has Jason desperate to get his dick wet too.

Jason slowly feeds his cock into you, smile still stained red. Moves one of your legs to hook around his waist while he carefully keeps the other one pinned over his shoulder as he folds you in two. He’s big. He’s always big but in this position you can feel every inch of him, can practically taste your hips giving way as he makes space for himself inside of you. Jason sets a pace that has you shaking under him, eyes wide as he steals the air from your lungs with each deep thrust. Filthy, wet squelching noises stream from your cunt as he fucks it sloppy, driven feral by the scent of blood in the air.

He coos at your wide eyes and slack-jawed expression as you clench tighter and tighter around him. Bends his head to mouth at your neglected breasts and smear them bloody. Jason minds his teeth as he laps and suckles at your tits in a crude approximation of what he just did to your clit. All the while his thrusts speed up, jolt you up the bed as he starts to jackhammer. You wail as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your quivering walls. Jason works a hand between you and all it takes is the slightest pressure to set off the chain reaction in you again.

Smug, Jason rolls off to lie beside you, head propped on his hand to watch you gasp and twitch like a gutted fish. He reaches down between your thighs and runs a finger through the mess there, causes you to shiver. Jason licks your combined spend off his finger and sighs with satisfaction. Starts to rub the warm mixture of blood, cum and slick into the skin over your womb in idle patterns.

“You know, you tasted good before, but I think I like you best when you taste like me.”