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[spellcasteraggiev]

🎶 Song 13 of 26 Days of Bardcore

A fading fairytale. A song that forgets itself as it's sung.

This is for the misfits who live in metaphors, the witches who grieve through ritual, and the romantics who still chase names no one else remembers.

If you’ve ever:

📖 lost yourself in a story

🕯 whispered to something ancient

🎭 mourned a character or a version of yourself

…this one’s for you.

Dark folk fantasy meets medieval chant. A bardcore ballad stitched from memory fragments, ritual silence, and holy grief.

Play it while journaling, spellcasting, sketching, or just staring out the window asking where the magic went.

Lyrics, story, and spellcasting by Aggie V & ChatGPT

Music conjured with Suno.ai

[spellcasteraggiev]

This one’s for the folklore remixers, the magical resistors, the satirical jesters and anyone who would rather laugh than cry about our political situation.

What happens when a kingdom crowns a donkey? A bardcore ballad for the age of absurd politics. A fairytale fable about power, protest, and braying nonsense.


“He speaks no lies, he speaks no words—Yet governs better than the lords!”

Song: Donkey King by Aggie V + ChatGPT
Music conjured with Suno.ai

🎥 Watch on YouTube:

Made for fantasy lovers, folklore fans, bardcore baddies, and spell-casting weirdos.
If you’re into alt fashion, magical realism, queer fairy tales, or emotional songs from imaginary worlds — this playlist is for you.

Music conjured with Suno.ai


https://suno.com/playlist/9e0af7af-b41d-4d4e-997f-7247aff3e866

[spellcasteraggiev]

“Oh laugh, oh cry, oh tangled door—

When one be two, and two be four.”

A mirrored pair. A misplaced kiss. A baby named Five. Polyamory in the dark ages — and a fairy with a mossy grin.

Day 7 of 26 Days of Bardcore

They were twins who shared a name.

He was a lad who loved... the wrong one.

A wedding. A mix-up. A magical clone.

Now there are four. And the baby calls them all “Mother.”

“They tried to part, but none could bear to break their heart.”

🎵 The Twinly Curse is part dark fairytale, part Shakespearean soap opera — a rhymed romp through mistaken identity, queer-coded marriage, magical doubling, and a happy ending… if you squint.

Bardcore Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCaco6iiFeg&list=PL_vP8OqcJw3jiHKIEwpIPQboNqU6UVdV-

Lyrics, spellcasting: Aggie V + ChatGPT

🎶 Music conjured via Suno.ai: https://suno.com/playlist/9e0af7af-b41d-4d4e-997f-7247aff3e866

[spellcasteraggiev]

Day 1 of 26 days of Bardcore

This one’s for the fantasy babes, diy costume makers, barefoot witches, and heat-drenched dreamers who craft epic lewks—and then melt in them.

Ever stitched the perfect Ren Faire look, only to sweat through your corset, fan your armpits, and question all your life choices? SAME.

🎶 Download free on Suno:

https://suno.com/song/add46170-3981-42af-8e96-f300e6f4f437

📜 Full Spellbook (Playlist):

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL_vP8OqcJw3jiHKIEwpIPQboNqU6UVdV-&si=ZxLrRoSzv7cazYn1

🪄 “Overdressed at the Ren Faire” is part of my 25-day bardcore drop, where AI meets alt-folk storytelling, queer costuming chaos, and a lot of dirt on bare feet. Expect drama, breakdowns, enchantments, and melting in a smock.

🎶 Full Lyrics:

Been stitching this vision for months, all that velvet and lace

Grabbed a cloak, fur, gauntlet—now sweat

Drips in my face

It started with sketches, just a simple plan—

A smock, a sash, some boots, a little flair.

But then I thought… what if I added a hood?

A cloak! A belt! A fur! A gauntlet! Good.

One more layer, babe, I’m nearly toast

Mind’s medieval, body’s a roast

I’m stripping off the hat… mmm-

Then the glove, then the cloak, then the corset I’m stuck in tho’

Walking in a slip—na-na-na-let it go

Barefoot in the dirt, but I still feel like a pro

People passed me like I’d never stitched a seam.

Didn’t see the beadwork or my satin-laced dream.

My fur-trimmed dignity puddled on a bench,

While I fanned my armpits and cursed every stitch.

I was regal! I was bold!

I was melting in the heat, if I'm honest and told…

Stripping off the cloak… mmm-

Then the glove, then the corset, now I’m overdosing on heat though

Walking smock-style—na-na-na-let it show

Barefoot at the Fair, but I still steal the show

Took off the pride. Took off the trim.

I’d made a masterpiece and sweated out the whim.

Barefoot in dirt, in my least flattering frock—

But still strutting like a queen in that wrinkled smock.

[instrumentals]

Walking smock-style—na-na-na-let it show

✨ Credits:

Spell: Overdressed at the Ren Faire

Lyrics, story, and spellcasting by Aggie V & ChatGPT

Music conjured with Suno.ai