Spellcaster AggieV

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

A riddle in song form. A lullaby spell. A message for anyone who dreams in symbols and speaks in metaphor.

If you’ve ever:

🌙 cried under the moon

🕯 whispered to a candle

📖 hidden truths in a journal

💫 longed for something you couldn’t name

…this is your invitation.

A ritual wrapped in melody, sung in a secret tongue. Ghosts, fairies, witches, and wanderers — may it stir what you almost forgot you knew.

Play it while journaling, spellcasting, stargazing, or traveling between worlds.

Lyrics, story, and spellcraft by Aggie V & ChatGPT

Day 12 of 26 days of Bardcore

made this song for anyone high on a juice cleanse, enchanted by spirulina, or 3 days deep into a sacred commitment to greens. It’s for health goths, nutrition nerds, new vegans, and kitchen witches reminding themselves: magic comes from energy, and energy comes from self-care.

“Gods of Chlorophyll” is a bardcore parody chant for the leafy faithful — sung like a sacred epic, but listing nothing but greens. It’s absurd, reverent, and oddly inspiring. Featuring serious music, silly lyrics, and a devotional tone for your gut biome. A ritual in the key of kale.

Song: Gods of Chlorophyll Book 1

Music conjured with Suno.ai

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Muse & Concept by Spellcaster Aggie V

ay 10 of 26 Days of Bardcore

What if medieval peasants had TikTok? “Scroll and Be Judged” is a bardcore comedy where jester scrolls go viral, witches livestream plagues, and the blacksmith’s cat becomes a local legend.

This song stitches modern social media drama into a tapestry of feathered minstrels, sacred memes, and coif fashion contests. If you’ve ever felt attacked by your own algorithm, this one’s for you.

Watch more bardcore spell-songs in the full playlist:

Lyrics, story, and spellcasting by Aggie V & ChatGPT

Music: Suno.ai

Video by FreeBeat.ai

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

(No longer posting every day or in order but we’ll get there)

Perfect for theater kids, English majors, petty witches, queer scholars, and anyone who’s ever wanted to insult their ex using iambic pentameter.

This one’s for the language lovers, the Shakespeare ranters, and the softly cursed librarian in all of us.

“Though Filthy Toad Spawn” is a bardcore guide to the ancient art of Elizabethan swearing—because “thou goatish hedge-born miscreant” just hits different.

Sing along, swear pretty, and remember: if you're going to be dramatic… be poetic.

Bardcore playlist on YouTube:

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

Lyrics, story, and linguistic mischief by Aggie V and ChatGPT

Music conjured with Suno.ai:

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

Reblogs are like well-aimed insults hurled in flawless Elizabethan diction. 🎭📜

Follow for more bardcore spells, satirical side-eyes, and slightly haunted harmony.

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Perfect for witches, misfits, queer folk, magical theater kids. This one goes out to anyone who helped someone along only to get walked on by them later.

“Pixie Dust Hustle” is a bardcore spell-song lament stitched from glory, grief, and glittery side-eyes.

If you’ve ever been the one who helped them rise, only to be left in the shadows — this one’s for you.

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

Lyrics, story, and spellcasting by Aggie V and ChatGPT

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

Reblogs are like hexes… but nice ones. 🧚‍♀️✨
Follow for more spell-songs, bardcore sass, and soft rebellion.

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

https://youtu.be/QtqEBlfOe6k?si=6b5CG7C-7Ev4vY_y

“She stitched up the town and the old oak tree—and then the moon.”

New spell-song just dropped: a bardcore story song about a girl who sews everything in sight, climbs a thread-ladder to the moon, dies, comes back, and starts painting underpants for royalty.

Because of course she does.

It’s called She Stitched the Moon and it’s witchy, weird, and a little too real for anyone whose experience creative burn out.

Seamstress. Prophet. Meme.

“To death and back, through thread and woe.”

Lyrics + spellbook in description

Yes, she sells underpants in a castle. No, I won’t explain.

A summer solstice spell-song for the wild ones.


This is a song for the wild-hearted, sun-drenched misfits, and those whose grandmothers sing them forward through fire.

A summer solstice spell-song, but also something more timeless:

A chant for anyone who needed to crack open to remember who they are.

Spoken word meets bardcore meets modern folk magic.


Part of my 25-day magical music drop: one new song a day where AI meets alt-folk storytelling, queer bardcore, and cinematic rituals.


The Longest Day Broke Me Open

FULL LYRICS:

O ye, unblinking eye

the mothers hear

crown of fire

breath of desert and coyote run

we offer our dripping palms

Our sweat soaked half truth

Stones remember, roots remember

Wind remembers and the blazing sun

the longest day

Then darkness comes

At exactly noon

I split open

not like a flower, not like a wound

but like a door that forgot it was lockedand out came the misfits, the bunnies, the screaming squirrels

the ones who laugh too loud and don’t come home on time

A fairy ring of grandmothers

I don’t know their names

just the sound of the dishes they broke

and the quiet songs they sang to avoid house workthey say: go on, girl — run like the fire you carry

We forgive the silence

we forgive the noise

we forgive the children who never had a choice

Hands on shoulders, one behind the other

my mother’s mother’s mother

singing me forward

Marry meet, marry part

And marry meet again

And the sun, still burning

And the sun, still turning

Let the wild ones gather

Let the soft hearts sing

And the sun, still burning

And the sun, still turning

Let the wild ones gather

Let the soft hearts sing

And the sun, still burning

and the sun, still turning

And the sun, still burning

and the sun, still turning

and the sun, still turning

An original bardcore fantasy ballad about a mortal man's quest to capture moonlight in a jar—and the love he never saw coming. This is a tale of enchantments, ogres, and truths that outshine fairy glamor.

“Not wings nor crowns nor shining spells—

But muddy boots and midnight smells.”

If you love fantasy stories, poetic lyrics, bardcore music, or mythic twists on love and fate, this one’s is for you.

Download free on Suno: https://suno.com/playlist/9e0af7af-b41d-4d4e-997f-7247aff3e86

Full playlist

Ever been misread by everyone — even when you're trying your hardest to be seen?

This spell is a song for the shapeshifters, the misunderstood, the ones who don't fit the game.

🎭 At the Ren Faire, a boy accidentally born in a wolf’s body tries to pass for human, but the world only sees an animal, a costume, a trick, a threat.

“Theriomorphanthropos” is part of my 25-day musical drop — blending queer bardcore, alt-folk storytelling, and magical misfit energy. All written with AI, tears, and left over velvet.

Song Title: Theriomorphanthropos
Lyrics, story & spellcasting by Aggie V + ChatGPT

Music by Suno.ai

Download 🐾 on Suno (free): https://suno.com/song/d3972db4-cc6c-48a4-adf4-09eacadd9ef5
📜 Full Spellbook Playlist:

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

"When the Night Believed Me" is a song about spells, forgotten power, rusted charms, and the echo of past selves.
It’s part of my 25-day bardcore drop where AI meets alt-folk storytelling, queer witchcraft, and haunted elegance.

🖋️ Full Lyrics:

I boiled the rose hips like mother said
Traced the salt lines round my bed
Called on stars that used to answer
But they don’t come down now

The mirror gives me softer eyes
Or maybe just a stranger’s face
I used to bloom with rage and honey
Now I wilt with grace

Who was I when the night believed me?
When the moon pulled my name like a thread?
I sang to ghosts and they listened
Now even silence turns her head

The girls in the village walk past me
With eyes like locked doors
They don’t see the ash I gave them
Or the fire it came from

Is this the price of power?
Or the cost of fading light?
Did I waste my years
Or just use them all up right?

I never bled for babies
I bled for spells, for joy, for spite
Does that make me lesser?
Or just… not quite right?
not quite right?
not quite right?

I burned the letters I never sent
Still the smoke curls back to me
Every charm I wore has rusted
And no one bows to me but trees

But I walk through the quiet now
Like it’s a spell I chose to keep
No light above, no voice below
Still, something stirs when I sleep

I’ve forgotten the magic
But it still holds me
I’ve lost my way
And the path twists round and round again
I’m on a path
Going round and round again