Our First Vocal Synth Cover In General, And It's With Ninezero/9z (Synth V Studio Pro)!

Our first vocal synth cover in general, and it's with Ninezero/9z (Synth V Studio Pro)!

The design is free to use with credit, and I will update with a full-body ref sheet that is also free to use when I finish making it.

Until then, enjoy this peek at the full design, and feel free to redraw it! I'd appreciate if this art wasn't reprinted, though. Feel free to reprint the eventual reference sheet (insert it into Synth V) and feel free redraw him!

This design is not affiliated with the original voicebank provider. It is a fanmade design for a voicebank that does not have an official mascot as of now.

Doodle Page Commission!

All ArtFight 2023 Attacks! [CW: BODY HORROR, last post]

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Art Fight

An art trading game

Finished!

Been Painting!

This is a gift for my cousin. I'll post it on DA soon enough. A nice moon and purple clouds for li'l Nova....

And a work-in-progress painting I'll post when done!

Another cover, this time with Mai as the main singer and Ninezero as a background one with a solo.

All artist credits are in the video description and the video itself, but I want to give a special mention to the VIMALION Project, which creates mascot designs for voicebanks that don't have them

Here's where I got the Mai design used to draw the art in this video: https://vimalion.carrd.co/#mai

Fog-Borne Snapshots

All would be consumed by shadow if not for an unseen, smudged streetlamp blanketing all beneath it in everlasting burgundy mist. In some space-time ripples, it is evergreen. For other eternities, it is cerulean. Despite the variance, universal commonality is found in its blurred glow.

This light delineates all forms, together interlocked in a state of static, monochrome bliss. These relics change, but never while I see them. Those that have graced my apertures in eye and mind include wet playground equipment, monoliths with tops trapped in mist, and abandoned antique cars.

The aura that permeates my body remains the same. It is the tinge of warmth felt within someone’s embrace, somehow gleaned from facing someplace where this had last occurred at least a decade ago. It is a sign of life found in one of countless mounds of dilapidated structures in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. It is a spiritual sign of the possibility of solace within the cold, concrete walls of an insane asylum whose inhabitants offer only volatility. It is an infinitesimal, but nonetheless unmoving constant in the midst of chaos, contained and concealed forever from the surrounding universe.

In my disillusion, I believe in the approach of a day when I may graze my fingertips across all of the surfaces. Thought ensnares me while my frozen body maintains a glassy stare as my daydreams and memories, whether fabricated or true, turn to burning rubble where no flame dances. I once again watch the fog-borne snapshots fade to charred blackness behind my eyelids.

https://twwrt.wordpress.com/2023/08/04/fog-borne-snapshots/