Recommend some or one song to imagine a scene of (a story/genre/your story)

[Nolff]

It's like playing a song in the back of your head and try imagining an animation scene that makes the song fit. Try to be creative and imagine an animated scene where your OC/s are included. Heck, even your stories can be included.

Alright, let me start with the first one.

I recommend you listen to this one first before the next song I recommend. Just to make you understand my point a little. Also, for maximum immersion, try closing your eyes while listening. You will feel it.

Here's the main point:

Can you see the difference?

Now, before I lay out my opinion, I will tell you what you can imagine in your brain with the second song.

-A chase sequence. Like an eldritch trying to capture your OC, an organization is hunting you down in a city, or a boss battle with a menace like @Azure_Fog.
-Or any kind of sequence fits with it.

If you have played the game where these two OSTs came from, then you know the main point and probably my opinion too. That is...

You are not the prey nor the hunted.


YOU ARE THE MONSTER.

And so, here's the third and fourth option of how to imagine a scene with the second song.

-You're a psychopath, a monster on a killing spree.
-You are once a prey, now possessed with power. You can't hold the urge and begin harvesting blood.

That's all I have as an inspiration. For these two only though.

Here's another good banger. Make a scene for yourself. Be creative, for these three songs are a must to listen.

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nicopatty · nico's nextbots vol. 3 (original soundtrack) · Song · 2023

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-You're the only one left, you only have one objective. SURVIVE
-This is it, the final line. The end. Failing is not an option.


Here's one from Valve. Do mind, this song is only for robot-themed war. Imagine the moment your OC/s spotted the incoming robot waves and they do some prep.
And then... The fight starts.

Here's an example from our lovely game dev company, Valve.

Here's the extra part.

Now, share some songs and give me some context if you want. I would love to hear ya guys out.

Peace.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

I'm not sure I understand it, sorry. Should I recommend a song that will fit a scene from my novel, and everyone else have to guess what the scene is based on a song?

 

[Nolff]

I'm not sure I understand it, sorry. Should I recommend a song that will fit a scene from my novel, and everyone else have to guess what the scene is based on a song?

I meant to say that imagine a scene, for your novel or not, with the songs provided here.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

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I meant to say that imagine a scene, for your novel or not, with the songs provided here.

Don't worry, it's on me, I'm dumb-dumb. So, should I use songs that you have provided to come up with a scene?

 

[Indicterra]

You and your friends slowly preparing, wearing armour, ready the weapons.

You and five other dudes/ Gals standing with a cool pose while thousands of enemies charging in, there Is no fear in you face just smirk while exchanging glance with your friends.

When beat hits, you clash with enemy tearing them apart

 

[Glitched]

Intense fight. Last man standing type vibe.

 

[Nolff]

Don't worry, it's on me, I'm dumb-dumb. So, should I use songs that you have provided to come up with a scene?

If you want to, sure. The songs I provided are mostly for action-themed stories. If somehow you can come up with a non-action themed imagination with these songs, I will be astounded.

You and your friends slowly preparing, wearing armour, ready the weapons.

You and five other dudes/ Gals standing with a cool pose while thousands of enemies charging in, there Is no fear in you face just smirk while exchanging glance with your friends.

When beat hits, you clash with enemy tearing them apart

A slow, yet meaningful showdown, yes.

But, in my perspective, this fits for a religious family living in the hood. Or maybe a neutral crime organization doing their "stuff", while also viewing the city with a director standing ontop of a skyscraper, looking at the city.

Intense fight. Last man standing type vibe.

When you said it's a last-man-standing type of vibe, I was expecting something different.

For this one, it's more like a character underestimated by a higher power. And, for some forsaken reason (based on the antagonist's view), the character always survives. Heck, even thriving to the point they become someone memorable. Even if it was a bad ending, the antagonist will always remember the last showdown and admit their thrive.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

High-octane, unrealistic car chase with lots of guns involved.

 

[Nolff]

High-octane, unrealistic car chase with lots of guns involved.

Listening to this, makes me think about an escape scene where my OCs ramming the cars away from the antagonist group, The MPS. This is a good car chase/escape song. I think this song can be used in a mixed cyberpunk chase sequence where, not only the cars are involved, but boats and choppers are too. Then ended with an on-foot escape/capture.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Listening to this, makes me think about an escape scene where my OCs ramming the cars away from the antagonist group, The MPS. This is a good car chase/escape song. I think this song can be used in a mixed cyberpunk chase sequence where, not only the cars are involved, but boats and choppers are too. Then ended with an on-foot escape/capture.

Okay, if it doesn't bother you, I'm really interested in what you can come up with for this one.

 

[Nolff]

Okay, if it doesn't bother you, I'm really interested in what you can come up with for this one.

The vocal is alright, but I prefer an instrumental-only version. If an instrumental-only version of this song exists, then it would be a nice banger to have.

And I imagine a short animation where the THC (My protagonists' neutral group) doing some shady business. And when that beep-boop beat ends, the camera will black out.

I would prefer to have a short 40 seconds animation using this song with no vocals.
For your info, Gebel, I have 8 playlists of inspiration. Which, each of them, contains over 20 songs.

So, yeah. I basically have lots of inspiration popping into my mind continuously whenever I turn Spotify on.

 

[RepresentingCaution]

I've already got a bunch and don't know which one to share, so here. Please don't forget to drop me a one-star rating:

Kaiba’s Prostitute

When CEO Seto Kaiba propositions Joan, she expects a one-night stand, but he and his brother keep coming back for more. Now the Kaiba brothers want an heir from her and will pay any price to get it. How do Joan’s husband and boyfriend feel about her new profession?...

www.scribblehub.com

 

[Nolff]

I've already got a bunch and don't know which one to share, so here. Please don't forget to drop me a one-star rating:

Kaiba’s Prostitute

When CEO Seto Kaiba propositions Joan, she expects a one-night stand, but he and his brother keep coming back for more. Now the Kaiba brothers want an heir from her and will pay any price to get it. How do Joan’s husband and boyfriend feel about her new profession?...

www.scribblehub.com

I put "song" in the thread's name, and this fridging good girl gave me a novel.

What the fu-

I'm giving you a five star rating and review.

 

[RepresentingCaution]

I'm giving you a five star rating and review.

Only if you want to anger the gods of Smuthub

 

[Nolff]

Only if you want to anger the gods of Smuthub

As if you have a fanbase licking your feet, GURL

AIN'T NOBODY PRAYIN' TO YOU IN THIS FORUM WITH THAT KIND OF MOUTH STRAPPED ON YOUR GODSEND BODY

I got another goodie here.

Imagine a scene with one of these options (or your option) and with colorful animation like in the visualized 600K

-You and your friends are doing fun stuff, including chaos. And your grumpy senior's locker unfortunately became one of the victims of your mischievous act.
-General fun and colorful flashback with your bros.
-Describing a city in a fun way while pranking the passerby

 

[RepresentingCaution]

As if you have a fanbase licking your feet, GURL

AIN'T NOBODY PRAYIN' TO YOU IN THIS FORUM WITH THAT KIND OF MOUTH STRAPPED ON YOUR GODSEND BODY
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I got another goodie here.

Imagine a scene with one of these options (or your option) and with colorful animation like in the visualized 600K

-You and your friends are doing fun stuff, including chaos. And your grumpy senior's locker unfortunately became one of the victims of your mischievous act.
-General fun and colorful flashback with your bros.
-Describing a city in a fun way while pranking the passerby

You'll never reach trending if you give me five stars.

 

[Nolff]

You'll never reach trending if you give me five stars.

I don't really make that as a main objective. So...

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

A flashlight shines on a black rubber glove, enclosing a hand which is grabbing something. There is only the hissing and clanking of metal pipes.
[start play]
The black rubber hand vigorously screws something around and forward.
The thing is extremely wet.
It screws right back round and further, rotating the pale bulb backwards with frenetic abandon.
It is breathing shakily.
It screws around and forward again.
And then right back round and further.
Something echoes off in the distance. Is it?
It pauses in trying to pry the thumb off.
A pause that is long and pregnant.
Its silhouette stands upright, a circle and a body just barely visible from the excess light of the poorly made flashlight, which was wrapped in tape and wooden art supplies. It hears nothing.
Its breathing speeds faster, frightened as a bunny rabbit.
The black rubber fingers are working at the pale skin as quickly as someone trying to start a fire with sticks. Wet perspiration flings off of the distorted, twisted white flesh of the hand.
Back and forth, back and forth, around and around and around.
CLANG!
The hand splays outward like a cat's hair when scared out of its nine lives. The body the hand belonged to practically leaps up in terror, sprinting to the doorway. Footsteps pound against the ground. It runs, black rubber hands reaching out to grab the walls to push it forward faster. Stifled yelps make up its breathing sounds more than the exhale does.
It's out of the hallway. Its flashlight shakes wildly around the corridor, tied to its wrist.
It-
It halts.
It's nothing.
It breathes a huge, shaky breath of relief. A gulp of plaintive fear subconsciously rumbles through the air. And so does its stomach. It heads back, casting a light that trails from the scream-ridden corpse of a woman to the thumb of the baby it was working at.
A pipe shatters in another room with an ear-shattering ruckus, the sound of ricocheting metal rfollowing soon after. and it leaps up started again! It hears metal scraping! It needs to go! Abandon it! Not worth it!
It rushes through corridor after corridor, quiet as can be.
And yet it hears nothing.
Its eye twitches.
False alarm.
No it's fine. It needs food. That was a scraping of the pipe pieces.
It hesitantly walks back slowly, casting a narrow light on wooden crate, after crate, after crate. Cobwebs over there. Body over there.
TALONED FOOT COMING FOR ITS FACE!!!
It holds its black rubber hands out in terror covering its face, screaming in horror.
It stumbles back, tripping over a gap in the mess of tarnished metal pipes that cover the wooden floor.
It screeches!
"PLEASE! I DON'T-"
"Oh..."
Just a wooden doll hanging on a noose, with a pirate hook. The baby features of the yellowed porcelain look at it with a happy smile and blush painted thickly and messily on its cheeks. Creepy...
It crouches down, taking a BIG breath in.
Too much, this is too much, it thinks to itself. Trembling gloves grab the newborn's thumb.
They are shaking hard. It is barely able to even close its thick, cartoony fingers around the hand. The corpses shake with the trembling figure.
The black rubber fingers are working at the pale skin as quickly as someone trying to start a fire with sticks. Wet perspiration flings off of the distorted, twisted white flesh of the hand.
Back and forth, back and forth, around and around and around.
The flashlight is held between its thighs awkwardly. The bone of the baby scrapes so loudly, the owner of the hands hears it off in the distance.
Over and over.
Back it brings the thumb, practically wrenching at it in tongue-biting frustration.
Forward it brings the thumb, cartilage scraping closer.
Right back round over and over and over.
Its teeth scrapes metallically in annoyance.
*POP*
The thumb comes off with a gunshot, and the black rubber glove-shorn individual immediately sprints off into the hallway.
A macerator of metallic teeth, long cones of glistening silver flings out of the room, ensnaring the creature.
The flashlight shining into the silhouette's face like a ghost story, it looks around in slow-mo.
It's mouth is opened in an 'o'. The stick figure iiiinnocently turns its head towaaaards the rows and rows of metal spires on thick, dark metal, aaaaaaaannnnnnd theeeeeeeeennn to the ooootheeeer side.
Slooowly.
Juuussst moooorre teeeeeth.
*WHIRRING NOISES*
Blood splats! Chainsaw sounds whirr! It sounded like a dump of shit taken over a bridge, smacking all the wood and metal pipes. New red paint!
The flashlight jump on the teeth for a second.
Will the artifact survive?
*shatters*
[end play]

 

[Nolff]

A flashlight shines on a black rubber glove, enclosing a hand which is grabbing something. There is only the hissing and clanking of metal pipes.
[start play]
The black rubber hand vigorously screws something around and forward.
The thing is extremely wet.
It screws right back round and further, rotating the pale bulb backwards with frenetic abandon.
It is breathing shakily.
It screws around and forward again.
And then right back round and further.
Something echoes off in the distance. Is it?
It pauses in trying to pry the thumb off.
A pause that is long and pregnant.
Its silhouette stands upright, a circle and a body just barely visible from the excess light of the poorly made flashlight, which was wrapped in tape and wooden art supplies. It hears nothing.
Its breathing speeds faster, frightened as a bunny rabbit.
The black rubber fingers are working at the pale skin as quickly as someone trying to start a fire with sticks. Wet perspiration flings off of the distorted, twisted white flesh of the hand.
Back and forth, back and forth, around and around and around.
CLANG!
The hand splays outward like a cat's hair when scared out of its nine lives. The body the hand belonged to practically leaps up in terror, sprinting to the doorway. Footsteps pound against the ground. It runs, black rubber hands reaching out to grab the walls to push it forward faster. Stifled yelps make up its breathing sounds more than the exhale does.
It's out of the hallway. Its flashlight shakes wildly around the corridor, tied to its wrist.
It-
It halts.
It's nothing.
It breathes a huge, shaky breath of relief. A gulp of plaintive fear subconsciously rumbles through the air. And so does its stomach. It heads back, casting a light that trails from the scream-ridden corpse of a woman to the thumb of the baby it was working at.
A pipe shatters in another room with an ear-shattering ruckus, the sound of ricocheting metal rfollowing soon after. and it leaps up started again! It hears metal scraping! It needs to go! Abandon it! Not worth it!
It rushes through corridor after corridor, quiet as can be.
And yet it hears nothing.
Its eye twitches.
False alarm.
No it's fine. It needs food. That was a scraping of the pipe pieces.
It hesitantly walks back slowly, casting a narrow light on wooden crate, after crate, after crate. Cobwebs over there. Body over there.
TALONED FOOT COMING FOR ITS FACE!!!
It holds its black rubber hands out in terror covering its face, screaming in horror.
It stumbles back, tripping over a gap in the mess of tarnished metal pipes that cover the wooden floor.
It screeches!
"PLEASE! I DON'T-"
"Oh..."
Just a wooden doll hanging on a noose, with a pirate hook. The baby features of the yellowed porcelain look at it with a happy smile and blush painted thickly and messily on its cheeks. Creepy...
It crouches down, taking a BIG breath in.
Too much, this is too much, it thinks to itself. Trembling gloves grab the newborn's thumb.
They are shaking hard. It is barely able to even close its thick, cartoony fingers around the hand. The corpses shake with the trembling figure.
The black rubber fingers are working at the pale skin as quickly as someone trying to start a fire with sticks. Wet perspiration flings off of the distorted, twisted white flesh of the hand.
Back and forth, back and forth, around and around and around.
The flashlight is held between its thighs awkwardly. The bone of the baby scrapes so loudly, the owner of the hands hears it off in the distance.
Over and over.
Back it brings the thumb, practically wrenching at it in tongue-biting frustration.
Forward it brings the thumb, cartilage scraping closer.
Right back round over and over and over.
Its teeth scrapes metallically in annoyance.
*POP*
The thumb comes off with a gunshot, and the black rubber glove-shorn individual immediately sprints off into the hallway.
A macerator of metallic teeth, long cones of glistening silver flings out of the room, ensnaring the creature.
The flashlight shining into the silhouette's face like a ghost story, it looks around in slow-mo.
It's mouth is opened in an 'o'. The stick figure iiiinnocently turns its head towaaaards the rows and rows of metal spires on thick, dark metal, aaaaaaaannnnnnd theeeeeeeeennn to the ooootheeeer side.
Slooowly.
Juuussst moooorre teeeeeth.
*WHIRRING NOISES*
Blood splats! Chainsaw sounds whirr! It sounded like a dump of shit taken over a bridge, smacking all the wood and metal pipes. New red paint!
The flashlight jump on the teeth for a second.
Will the artifact survive?
*shatters*
[end play]

Damn...

Now, try the POSSESSION one.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Damn...

Now, try the POSSESSION one.

[start play]
The muscles beneath the large, milky-green orb twitch once, then twice.
One hand clenches in a tight fist; second hand does the same. Fingernails bite into the palm, five after five, drawing spots of blood to the surface.

An eyebrow furrowed over the slimy jade eye twitches once, then twice.
Claws unsheathe in one hand, blood spraying like pink water out of a dam. The sharp, black-tan claws razor into the other palm now too.

Both eyes twitch and seize madly, a visceral screech building louder and louder. All the while, the pupils shiver, sickly and plantlike, until they glitch. Fractals of abstract, leafy vines flood out of her face. They carpet her facial features, a neon lime forest floor made of near-impossible-to-see code. Letters and numbers delete and reappear in the Las Vegas-style displays of palm tree leaves growing atop her head.
They sprout out of the garish glitch hugging skin-tight to her face like light green, mummy bandages.
[5 seconds in]

She starts roaring, neck seizing and contorting at spine-breaking angles. The palm tree-like antennae flare wildly, green light shining the hallway into stark relief.

A child stick figure aaall the way at the end of the many-roomed corridor whips his round head around to see the predator and screams in glass-breaking pitches of terror. His face raises and freezes into the rictus of a blue scream emoji. A white hole of a mouth is quickly hidden as he leaps up like a gazelle.
[10 seconds in]

He wobbles in the air for a bit, before finding the ground and sprinting away at top speed. The mummified woman of bugging green follows behind.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
His feet, wearing black rubber boots, whack against the ground.
She lopes half a room's length in two steps, eating up the ground voraciously. Her casual sweater and sweatpants flutter.
[12 seconds in]

Slap. Slap.
The bulbous shiny shoes continue to wham into the ground.
She lopes another half a room's length.
[13 seconds in]

Slap. He turns around frantically, trying to see how close she is. His heart is leaping into his throat.
She leaps across an entire room of dark, rotten wood. The holes are filled with a pitch black void the snarling woman has just made light of. Her tattered grey shoes slam into the ground, and she roars. A roar through a mouth that is taut with two-dimensional beansprouts of vibrant green color. It sounded like a muffled and sobbing scream.
[13.5 seconds in]
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. He desperately tries to pick up the pace, rushing into the darkness.
[15 seconds in]

Tears begin pouring down his face, creating a salty trail on the floor. Her antennae taste the tears.

Slap. Slap. Slap. *pitter-patter*

Slap. Slap. Slap. *pitter-patter*

Slap. Slap. Slap. *pitter-patter*
He wipes away his tears with his black stick arm.

Slap. Slap. Slap. *pitter-patter*

She roars in her banshee way.
[19 seconds]
He yelps! It practically sounds... right behind him. He turns around, slowing down...
She's gone.
She's gone! He stumbles to a stop.

Footsteps slam and crash through brittle wood, fragments clattering against their original material like Jenga blocks.

He resumes running, now wincing in excruciating pain. Continuing is too much. Wind whistles hauntingly through the pipes all around him, rattling his ears. The eerie notes blow in breathy symphony.
He clutches his side, finding it difficult to breath. A stitch in his side is absolutely rending through his absent diaphragm, tearing into his nonexistent lungs. The tiny stick figure's literally noodle limbs falter.

His leg dropped into a void, stick figure leg caught between needle-like pieces of a vertical pipe half-bent and half-broken off.
[46 seconds in]
He tugs at it. Helpless. Stuck like a fly with a metal pin through its wing.
There is shaking, screaming, and sobbing, but no escaping.
[51 seconds in]
He pulls at it.
[59 seconds in] HE CAN'T GET OUT!!! HE CAN'T GET OUT!!! HE. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOD! HE CANNOT. GET OUT. AT.

[1 minute 7 seconds in]

THE LIGHT IS SHINING IN THE DARKNESS!!! The pipes are whistling all around him. Mockingly hollow whistles blasting from every direction. The whole world disappears and all he can hear is whistles.

All he can see is a glowing green light.

His face blanches, rectangular teeth showing in a nervous, too-wide smile. Blue sweat beads all over his stick figure.

Vines unfold off from tightly hugging the woman's face as she stands over him.

He clutches at his sides, eyes closed.

[1 minute 8 seconds in]

Impossibly sharp triangles of villainous green drag through a black stick arm. They fillet the boy's arm into jagged cuts of meat.
[1 minute 26 seconds in]

Bite. Rip. Tear.
[1 minute 30 seconds in]

The woman's flesh is gone. Her skull's molars crunch into the boy's face, as he shrieks on and on and on. They chew into the soft gooey insides of the kid's head. The insides pour over her empty sockets like salted caramel. She devours him as her leaves and vines of neon green code wave all around her. They lick off the stuff stuck on her pitted skull. Glitches crawl over the bone, leaving more pits.

His head is finished off.

He continues screaming without a head.

She just stands victoriously over him, thrashing happily in tune with his screams. Forever.
[end play]