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jaqdawks · 3 months

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Saw a funny on the Instagram dot com

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And I had some takes abt voice mixing vs using AI on my Instagram story which I think deserves to go here

(Also my highschool English teacher liked my story on the second one so like I feel very validated rn)

#voice mixing #AI vs art #poetry #writing #memes #Instagram

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seo-team-91 · 5 months

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Vocal Crafters: Masters of the Voiceover Artistry.

Welcome to a realm where voices become art. Our roster of voiceover artists embodies unparalleled talent, skillfully crafting every script into an auditory masterpiece.

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theclara · 5 months

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Voice Nest Media: Capturing Echoes, Crafting Stories.

Step into our state-of-the-art recording studio at Voice Nest Media, where every sound finds its perfect rhythm. Our space is meticulously designed to capture the essence of every voice and instrument, fostering an atmosphere of creativity and innovation.

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mysticharmonyparadise · 5 months

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Audio Artistry: Crafted Voiceover Services.

At our voiceover services, we transform words into captivating narratives. Our team of skilled voice artists, with a wide range of tones and styles, breathes life into your scripts, making your content engaging and unforgettable.

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adascagardenstoreseo · 6 months

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Voice Nest Media: Your Voice Over Online Talent Platform.

Welcome to the premier destination for professional voice-over services online. At Online Voice Over Hub, we provide top-tier voice talent that can breathe life into your projects.

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healingenergies · 7 months

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HarmonyTracks Recording Studio: Where Music Comes to Life, One Note at a Time

Recording studio's layout and acoustics are meticulously designed to ensure optimal sound quality and solation from external noise.

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poonamj · 7 months

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Voiceover Artists in the Digital Age: Integrating Artificial Intelligence with Human Talent

Voiceover artists have long played a crucial part in the media and content creation industries, helping to bring tales to life and make an impact. The proliferation of AI voice overs has sparked some anxiety about the future of the industry and the relationship between technology progress and human creativity.

● What Happens When Actors Do Voice-Overs?

Commercials, animated films, video games, audiobooks, and other media all include the voices of voiceover artists. Their scripts stand out because they are filled with heart and authenticity. The ability to bring characters to life, persuade listeners, and evoke strong emotions are all hallmarks of a talented voiceover actress.

These performers often engage in rigorous training to improve their acting, diction, and vocal range. They are versatile because they can adapt to several styles and genres because of their acute awareness of subtleties in tempo, volume, and pitch. Their adaptability and originality make them valuable contributors to the arts sector.

● A Balanced Act

Concerns regarding the eventual erasure of human voice actors grow as AI voiceovers gain popularity. While AI has significant cost and efficiency benefits, it is unable to accurately replicate human expression and true emotion. Machines will never equal the compassion, sensitivity, and inventiveness that human artists bring to their work.

Finding a balance between AI and human voiceover artists may hold the key to the future. Each has its advantages, and in certain circumstances one can be more suitable than the other. For instance, ai voiceover do very well in situations requiring dependable, affordable narration, such as automated customer service or e-learning courses.

However, human voiceover actors continue to excel in projects that call for a unique perspective, strong emotions, or creative interpretation. These experts are real artists who can adapt to unusual texts, give characters depth, and provide performances that have a lasting impact on viewers.

● Coordination and Innovation

Collaboration is one method to get the best of both worlds. Artificial intelligence (AI) voiceovers can undertake high-volume, repetitive chores, freeing up human artists to concentrate on the originality and impact of their work. Voice actors may work together with AI technology to automate processes, try out different vocal timbres, or even use AI-generated voices as supporting characters in their stories.

Additionally, the use of AI capabilities may increase the options available to voice actors. They may widen their range and employability by applying for positions in languages or accents they are less fluent with using AI-driven voice synthesis.

Conclusion,

The emergence of AI voiceovers does not always mean that human voice actors are no longer needed. Instead, it offers a chance for peaceful cohabitation. Human voiceover artists will continue to be the driving force behind imaginative and emotionally stirring narrative, even while AI can execute monotonous chores well. The difficult balancing act between technical advancement and the classic artistry of human voices will determine the direction of voiceovers in the future. Voiceover artists may survive in a developing environment where both human and AI voices have a place by embracing cooperation and adaptation.

#e learning voice services #voice mixing #surround sound mix #recording studio #voice over services #voice over online #voiceover artists #studio master mixer #voiceover agency #e learning voiceover

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hypewinter · 6 months

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Bruce wakes up at 3 am to a child Damian standing menacingly in the doorway

Damian: Father, I frew up.

Jump cut to Bruce tiredly cleaning up the mess while Damian sips on a juice box.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #just the thought of baby damian having such a formal take on this meme #has me in stitches #especially when my brain adds a deep voice to the mix

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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months

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The situation starts on the couches of a hotel lobby on a random planet at three-something in the morning, sprawled all over each other, exhausted, as Coran quietly checks them in.

“Hey, Lance,” whispers Keith, from somewhere beside the shoulder he offered. Lance groans, feigning more tiredness than he actually feels, heart racing since Keith first shifted so Lance would have somewhere to rest his head. He has this strange feeling of invasion, even though Keith offered, even though they’ve been in this position dozens of times before. He’s waiting almost for the other shoe to drop.

“Mm-what,” he mumbles, muffled into his roughed shoulder pads, words smushed together.

Keith sighs instead of answering. For half a second Lance tenses. But Keith only shifts again, not pushing Lance off but moving so Lance is pressed closer to him, and then the heat of his breath tickles the shell of Lance’s ear, and he tenses for a whole different reason.

And then there is, inexplicably, the feeling of what must be Keith’s lips, pressed to the side of Lance’s skull, gentle and lingering, and Lance thinks clearly to himself: what the fresh actual and genuine fuck.

“‘M sorry,” says Keith, so quiet it would be impossible to hear were his mouth not one single inch away from Lance’s ear. He kisses again, and he almost sags into the motion, into Lance. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of you earlier. I was stressed. I missed you, too.”

Lance opens his mouth. He muffles a choking sound with all of his strength.

“All good in the hood,” he finally manages, and then wants to strangle himself. “We’re — tight, Keithalicious.”

Somewhere, somehow, there is a God, and this God looks upon him with the utmost cruelty, and so Lance suffers, unjustly, every day of his life. He often prays that he will wake up one morning in the absence of a tongue. A hindrance and horrible sacrifice, of course, but one that may be worth the total sum of humiliation he feels so acutely and so frequently by virtue of God’s gift of language.

Shit is just not worth it, sometimes.

Keith’s laugh tickles a little. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” His final kiss is light, more of a peck than anything. He pats Lance’s hip twice before standing. Lance wonders, vaguely, when the hell his hand was in his hip area in the first place, and how the hell he’s supposed to rationalize that somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. “‘M gonna go help Coran. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” is what Lance means to say, but unfortunately when he opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a strange kind of croak, clawing its way out of his throat and withering to death somewhere in the air between them. It may be, he realises with an intense flash of solemnity, the last remaining dredges of his dignity. Rest in fucking peace.

Keith just smiles again (a real one that shows his crooked incisors and crinkles his eyes and makes him looks handsome, not hot or sexy or beautiful but handsome, in a way that genuinely makes Lance weak in the knees) and jogs over to the front desk. Lance watches him place a friendly hand on Coran’s shoulder, leaning in and narrowing his eyes at the paper the front desk worker offers, saying something Lance can’t hear with his Black Paladin face in full force. When he finally manages to wrench his eyes away, he sees the faces of his team, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes and jaws brushing the polished blue tiles.

“What,” Shiro manages eventually, “the fuck.”

“Since fucking when are you two boning!” Pidge adds, shamelessly.

“I thought you had a thing for Allura?” questions Hunk.

Lance’s own jaw snaps shut. His ears burn, worse than they already were, and he glances at the princess only to find her already looking away. Shame burns something fierce in the pit of his stomach. It’s an unwelcome replacement of the butterflies.

“What me and Keith do behind a closed door is none of your business,” Lance says hotly, straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest ridiculously. His heart pounds. He raises his voice to drown it out. “We had a bonding moment, after all.”

Pidge barks a laugh. The rest of the snorts and giggles soon follow, and soon the team is looking at him in fond exasperation, rolling their eyes and muttering about Lance and his antics. Allura, even, looks him in the face again. The roiling in his stomach doesn’t change, but the pound of his heart is replaced with something bitter on the back of his tongue.

Anything is better than looking ignorant. Even if you look like a fool.

He settles into the corner of the couch — much less comfortable than Keith’s armoured shoulder, somehow — and lets his eyes slide shut, lets the familiar sound of his team quietly conversing and the ambient sound of a public place at night wash over him as he fades into a half-sleep. The same kind of sleep in a car on the way home from a long road trip, late at night; half aware of the movement and murmured sound of your parents’ whispering in front seat, time stretching around you like taffy.

He stirs slowly at the sound of boots hitting the floor, bleary eyes still half-shut. Keith slowly comes back into focus, standing in front of him now. He’s frowning, troubled.

“They booked us two separate rooms,” he explains, pursing his lips at the two keys in his hand.

Lance pauses. “…Yes.”

Keith doesn’t pick up on it. (That, at least, is familiar enough to make Lance smile.)

“You’d think they’d…well, whatever. I suppose it’s fine. I’ll come join you after you’re showered?”

“Keith —”

“I think my room has the bigger bed, actually. You come to mine.” He opens the little envelope thing and pulls out the extra key, sliding it into Lance’s hands. “I’ll bring up your luggage.”

“Keith, I’m not going to —”

Lance stops.

Keith, I’m not going to sleep with you, is what he was going to say. Keith, what the hell. Keith, you’re acting like a pod person. Keith, I don’t understand what’s going on. Keith, everyone is laughing at us and you don’t seem to notice. Or care. Keith, you’re acting like you’re my — boyfriend, or something. Keith, one day ago you didn’t want anything to do with me. Keith, now you can’t seem to get enough of me. Keith, I am going to lose my mind. Keith, Keith, Keith.

“Okay,” Lance says instead, quiet. He turns the key over in his hands. It looks like a regular white hotel key. It feels heavier, somehow. “Okay, I’ll meet you in twenty.”

Keith flashes a quick smile. It, too, is genuine, and Lance lips are quirking up to match before he can think about it.

“Liar. You’ve never taken less than a half hour shower in your life.”

“I have — so.”

Shaking his head, fondness bleeding from him, Keith steps forward, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead. Lance feels all the air exit his body in one huge whoosh.

“I know you, goober. We got all night. Decompress. I’ll check the closet and under the bed before you get there. Don’t take too long.”

Lance stills. He watches after Keith with wide eyes. His heart, finally calmed again, fucking races.

He’s never, not once in his life, told anyone about the — thing. With the — closets, and under the bed. Not one person; not even Hunk.

It’s stupid, is what it is.

But Lance’s older cousin was kind of a — jerk. And when they were kids he would make these freaky fucking paintings with red eyes and smudged faces and — hide them, in Lance’s closet or dresser drawers or under his bed, and convince him they would come to life in the night and posses him, and it was so fucking dumb, but Lance has always been gullible and it used to scare the shit out of him, because he would never know when they would appear and it would just — freak him out. All the time. Unless he checked his entire room once in the daytime before sleeping, he would never be able to fall asleep.

And he’s never fucking — told anyone about that. Because as a kid it was terrifying to say out loud and as he got older it was just embarrassing. But Keith knows, somehow.

Keith knows.

Lance exhales, air whistling sharply from between his teeth, “Whatever. Whatever. You know what? Whatever,” and stomps over to the elevator. “This is — I’m going to shower. And not think. I don’t — whatever.”

He stews the whole way up to his room. He stews as the key doesn’t fucking work in the slot until the fourth try. He stews as he yanks off his armour and flings it into a random corner, relishing in the heavy thud as it hits the wall, hoping it cracks. He stews as he angrily presses all the buttons in the shower and hops in, cussing as he’s assaulted with an onslaught of hot-cold-hot-cold-soap-soap-soap, aggressively blinking away the sting in his eye and cursing the very air molecules around him. He stews the entire fucking forty minute shower, although admittedly he does, by the ten minute mark, start to calm down a little.

By the time he steps onto the bathmat, he’s just — tired.

“Whatever,” he sighs to himself again, but this time it’s more weary than anything. “Just — I guess. Sure. Whatever.”

There’s a fancy complimentary robe folded neatly on the stack of towels. He swallows the lump in his throat, thinking of his beautiful blue one, now ashes with the rest of the castle.

“Whatever,” he repeats to himself, firmly. Eventually he manages to blink the tears away.

The walk to Keith’s room is short, and cold, and probably embarrassing, since he is in a robe and slippers and a twisty shower hat, but he’s too drained to care. Every step is heavy. By the time he manages to slide the key in the lock — this key cooperates, go fucking figure — and shove the heavy door open, he feels…precarious.

Fragile, maybe.

It takes one look from Keith, one flash of soft indigo eyes and bedsheets untucked and folded over like he likes them and a nightlight shining low on the side table, for him to simply burst into tears.

“It has been a long fucking day,” he sobs.

“It sure as shit has,” Keith agrees, opening his arms, and Lance doesn’t bother thinking before collapsing into them, curling into Keith’s lap and tucking under his chin. Keith grips him tightly and squeezes, and it feels so strangely familiar and so perfect that it’s simply too much for Lance to worry about. He does not have the energy. It’s just — too good, and he’s so tired, and if this is all a trick or a dream or anything like that then he’ll handle it in the fucking morning. Right now Keith is warm and he’s a real fucking person offering real fucking affection with absolutely zero strings attached, none of them, and Lance is allowed to have nice things, actually, it’s written right the in paladin handbook, he knows because he wrote it there himself.

He can just — have this one thing.

“Let’s just sleep for a few thousand years,” Keith says, and he sounds exhausted as Lance does.

And if this is a dream than there’s absolutely nothing to lose, and also whatever, truly, so Lance gives fully into every impulse he’s been too ashamed to even admit in his own head and leans up to kiss him squarely on the lips. He is warm and sweet and tastes like toothpaste, and he kisses back without a second of hesitation, and his hands cup the side of Lance’s face and his calloused thumb brushes across his cheekbones, and it’s everything Lance could ever want it to be, and it makes all the horrible everything melt away. So Lance says screw you, universe, and kisses him until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open, and then he tucks in next to him and relishes in his arm over his waist and falls asleep faster than he ever has in his life listening to Keith’s heartbeat.

This is where the situation starts.

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seo-team-91 · 4 months

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Echo Sphere: Your Premier Destination for Professional Voice Over Online.

The seamless world of professional voice overs online, where your project finds its voice with ease and excellence.

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theclara · 5 months

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Sonic Odyssey: Crafting Immersive Surround Sound Mixes.

Surround sound mixing is the intricate art of orchestrating audio elements to envelop listeners in a multidimensional auditory experience. It involves spatially distributing sound across multiple channels to create a sense of depth, dimension, and realism.

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mysticharmonyparadise · 5 months

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Melody Makers Recording Studio.

Welcome to voice nest media, where the magic of music comes to life. Our state-of-the-art recording studio is your creative sanctuary, designed to elevate your music to new heights.