So after a long period of inactivity…
Figured my solution is to make a joint blog for my three characters.
Because managing three is what pushed me away |D;; /SHOT
Watch me so I can watch you back |D <3
Figured my solution is to make a joint blog for my three characters.
Because managing three is what pushed me away |D;; /SHOT
Watch me so I can watch you back |D <3
((Did a better (but still meh) singing-through of Panzaeron—etc. IT’S A JUNI CHOIR~ /shot I discovered I can sing an octave higher than I ever thought I could.
But I fail at singing in between the two octaves OTL
also, there’s the instrumental, which has instruments you can’t quite hear in the vocal. It’s also faster.))
Panzaeron at the Battle at Glass Shores (PATBAGS for short)
A song composed for the 98th air force squadron, Panzaeron, for R2, which I have dubbed Glass Shores, because of fire pokemon + sand = glass
Lyrics
Straight from the maws of the ravenous boats on hand
Razor sharp wings can be spotted far from the land
Lift up our voices, in unity we will stand
Pouring out fires of wrath out onto the sand
All up and down the shores people will fight as planned
Fighting for life and for death at the lead’s command
Nobody cares in the slightest that we’re out-manned
Victory grants us an ownership and a brand
Panzaeron, soaring, and flying, and diving and
hunting with solid grace, metal birds screaming their
battle cries, dropping their fiery bombs we make
glass from the sandy rise, beauty from bloody skies
Panzaeron, fighting, and clashing, and crying and
granting certain demise, we are here to surprise
take from the other birds what we deem our own prize,
glass from the sandy beach, beauty from wicked skies
Glistening, shimering, shining and quivering,
screams of pain accent our perishing melody,
armor birds fight alongside the kickassery,
true to our name we are strong and unwavering,
Drink to our luck and our oncoming victory
us and our comrades will drive off the enemy
with blood and steel we will claim us a new ally
we are the children of johto, we cannot die
Panzaeron, soaring, and flying, and diving and
hunting with solid grace, metal birds screaming their
battle cries, dropping their firey bombs we make
glass from the sandy rise, beauty from bloody skies
Panzaeron, fighting, and clashing, and crying and
granting certain demise, we are here to surprise
take from the other birds what we deem our own prize,
glass from the sandy beach, beauty from wicked skies
ภ๏t ๓ยςђ, ยק ยภtเl ภ๏ฬ. เ ฬคร ยรเภﻮ tђє ๔คא ๏ŦŦ t๏ รlєєק, ๒ยt เt l๏๏кร lเкє ๓คภא קє๏קlє ฬєгє ๒ยรא.
*big grin, hugging and holding* ๏ђ ฬ๏ฬ, א๏ย คгє שєгא ภเςє เภ קєгร๏ภ.
The Journal of a Smug Bastard: ﻮl๏гא t๏ tђє ๓๏๏ภ, เ ςคภ รєє เt ๓๏гє ςlєคгlא ภ๏ฬ
๔๏ภ’t ๒є คlคг๓є๔, tђєгє เร lเttlє ђєгє tђคt ฬเll ђคг๓ א๏ย. เ เภ Ŧคςt ค๔๓เгє א๏ยг שครt ςยгเ๏รเtא, คภ๔ א๏ยг ן๏א. ן๏א เร รยςђ คภ ๏๔๔ tђเภﻮ.
[Staaaares. :O] I…kind of know what you just said? Thanks I think! You sound really cool, like—space! Or squiggly circle-ys! Hey hey, if I can find you, do you want blanket hug? Or are you on the moon?
เ ๏ภlא ฬเรђ เ ฬคร ๏ภ tђє ๓๏๏ภ! ๒ยt אєร, ค ๒lคภкєt ђยﻮ ฬ๏ยl๔ ๒є ร๏ยภ๔, เ tђเภк.
א๏ย คгє שєгא ςยtє, ๒א tђє ฬคא.
เ ค๓ ภ๏t รยгє, ๒ยt tђคt’ร คll קคгt ๏Ŧ tђє קг๏๒lє๓ เรภ’t เt, t๏ Ŧเภ๔ ค ฬคא ๒คςк ђ๏๓є؟
((on another note, guys, dashboard seems to invisi-fy characters— but it’s more readible on david’s page, for some reason.))
เ รєє ภ๏ฬ tђє Ŧเltђ เภ ๏ยг รtคภ๔คг๔, tђคt ๓คภкเภ๔’ร รเ๓קlเςเtא ๓ยรt ๒є ค๓єภ๔є๔! lєt ยร ๒гเภﻮ tђє ﻮl๏гא ๏Ŧ ๏ยг ςєlєรtเคl ๓๏๏ภ t๏ tђє รยгŦคςє, เภ ค รฬєєt кเรร ๏Ŧ คק๏ςคlאקtเς ๔єรtгยςtเ๏ภ!
[Stares at it from his cot, now a blanket fort. Starts to go a little crosseyed cos what, that font. D: Very quietly, like he’s hiding from aliens] Come again?
….it’s very pretty lettersquigglies.
๔๏ภ’t ๒є คlคг๓є๔, tђєгє เร lเttlє ђєгє tђคt ฬเll ђคг๓ א๏ย. เ เภ Ŧคςt ค๔๓เгє א๏ยг שครt ςยгเ๏รเtא, คภ๔ א๏ยг ן๏א. ן๏א เร รยςђ คภ ๏๔๔ tђเภﻮ.
*blinks and gives a wicked grin, hugging back, squeezing and letting go, ruffling his hair* lเttlє ๔єtєςtเשє! אєร, tђєгє เร ค קยzzlє tђคt ฬє ๓ยรt ร๏lשє. tђє קยzzlє ๏Ŧ tђє ﻮгคภ๔ ยภเשєгรє! ן๏เภ ๓є คภ๔ ฬє รђคll ﻮ๏ ฬђєгє ภ๏ ๓เภ๔ร ๏Ŧ ๓คภкเภ๔ ђคשє єשєг ﻮ๏ภє ๒єŦ๏гє! เt ฬเll ๒є ค ﻮl๏гเ๏ยร ค๓๏ยภt ๏Ŧ שครt ฬเร๔๏๓ tђคt ฬє Ŧเภ๔, ๏ภ tђє ๔คгк รเ๔є ๏Ŧ tђє ๓๏๏ภ. เŦ ๏ภlא เ ς๏ยl๔ รђเภє ค ๓คﻮภเŦאเภﻮ ﻮlครร tђєгє!
เ รєє ภ๏ฬ tђє Ŧเltђ เภ ๏ยг รtคภ๔คг๔, tђคt ๓คภкเภ๔’ร รเ๓קlเςเtא ๓ยรt ๒є ค๓єภ๔є๔! lєt ยร ๒гเภﻮ tђє ﻮl๏гא ๏Ŧ ๏ยг ςєlєรtเคl ๓๏๏ภ t๏ tђє รยгŦคςє, เภ ค รฬєєt кเรร ๏Ŧ คק๏ςคlאקtเς ๔єรtгยςtเ๏ภ!