Tracklist: 0:00 Luis Humanoide - In The House of the Inventor 6:14 Vociferous - The Incredible Adventure 12:38 Luis Humanoide - The Great Port of the Air 18:45 Idan Kupferberg - The Vast Universe 20:59 Pierre-Alexandre Monin - The First Journey 23:17 Luis Humanoide - Symphony of the Clockwork Lands 32:53 Paul Cassidy - Pandora 37:35 Lexys - Lonely Waltz 39:54 Vociferous - A New Beginning 50:11 Odie Liakos - Nightfall 52:05 Rachel Nusbaumer - Andante Per la Serenissima 55:41 Simon Safhalter - Full Sail to Libertalia 59:41 Lexys - The Forest and the Witch
Where can one purchase this delightful dalliance for one's entertainment of one's guests on one's gramaphonic wax cylinder cabinet in glorious mono of an evening for candlelit festivities, a jolly masqued waltz, cravat knotting tips and a jaunt of Pin the Nail on the Donkey prior to midnight seance with Madam Occulance and a shot of sherry in the parlour before retiring?
Hello good morning! I wanted to ask you if the music in this video is copyright free, I would like to use it for a project because it seems perfect and very well composed. Thank you!
Big heavy gears clicking and turning Shiny brass and copper metals Big, floating airships with massive spotlights illuminating a passing train Factories belching smog and steam into the night sky and clocks! So. many. clocks! Steampunk is such a fun aesthetic
I know most people see the Steampunk aesthetic as a Victorian/British style, but I've always been fascinated by the concept of a more "western/cowboy" Steampunk, with dusty cities filled with rough-and-tumble cyborgs and clinking of gears replacing the clopping of hooves. It's a neat concept to me. While I love the usual Steampunk genre, the more unusual genre of steampunk has always been awesome! Imagine this: There's a small shop with stained glass on the corner, and a mechanic with his robot partner helping him fix another man's arm. They're bantering as a cat is lazing on the tool shelf, under the gears that move the steam-powered forge. In the saloon, a robot with multiple arms mixes drinks for his rowdy customers while a woman, smoking her cigarette, walks up to the wanted board to take a bounty, armed with her pistol on her waist and her shotgun on her back. Outside, rolling into town on rusty, steam hover-cycles, are a group of mysterious strangers on the hunt for a bit of mischief and money, with goggle-topped hats and gear-adorned boots that make clinking sounds as they walk, almost like spurs. There's an automated well and fountain in the center of town- a grand display of gears shifting and parts whirring to bring up water from an underground spring. Small plants dot the houses, hanging off balconies or sitting on windowsills- a small bit of life in the mechanical town. It's rough-and-tumble, with daily brawls and shifty characters, but it's home.
I don't think steampunk has to be restricted to a certain part of the world. I love the idea of Western steampunk, mixing the aesthetics of the American West (especially steam locomotives with huge balloon smokestacks, kerosene headlamps, and tons of polished brass) with the futuristic sci-fi aspects of steampunk.
pretty sure a lot of these songs are from places like lord of the rings and harry potter. I wouldn't say its so much a unique style in itself and kind of just more fantasy in general.
In a world where queen Victoria found the fountain of youth and the hindenburg never crashed. Where a miraculous accident allowed greater mass production of helium or a chemical compound that made hydrogen less flammable and easily contained. Where the British won against the new land and innovated with it's influence. That's steampunk.
...and where Robert Stephenson and Isambard Kingdom Brunel lived longer and had even more time for the construction of massive railway systems and steam-powered ocean liners. ;)
@@diego125able In dungeons and dragons, a table top rpg game, there are two roles: The Dungeon Master and The Adventurer. The Dungeon Master uses their creativity to craft masterful worlds filled with warlocks goblin orcs, and anything else he could possibly imagine. Picture being the sole game designer with an engine that had unlimited uses, where every idea you had could be implemented with just a few words. Thats the DM. The Player is the individual who gets to interact with the world that the DM creates. You pick your race from a long list thats available or whatever the DM comes up with and, you choose your class, whether it be fighter warlock or musically inspired bard, it doesnt matter each have their very own specific skills and abilities that you unlock as you level up by killing monsters and completing goals. It is the player who moves the DM's story along paths and carves their own legend out of history. The power of the world lies in your hands as the adventurer.
Imagine you've loved Steampunk your whole life, a world and dreams wrapped up in your head, but your creativity was stifled by everyday life, never allowing it to grow. You cross the road up to Victoria Station, wondering how you ended up like this. You didn't realise a train was coming at full speed. You jump to avoid it, but the shock makes you faint. You wake up being nursed by a strangly dressed fellow, not knowing where you are and wanting to leave as much as possible. You run away when your mobile doesn't work, thinking your benefactor has ill intentions. His modest apartment, full of models and trinkets, is right in front of the Big Ben, and you see your world coming to life at that moment. You see your kind saviour is none other than the sidekick you created for your protagonist. Looking at your clothes, you realise you're none other than the hero of your Steampunk world, now with your features instead. You've been transported back to the time between two world wars, except the Titanic didn't sink, steam had overtaken our tech by the world embracing Tesla's innovations over Edisons', and Adolf Hitler is a now a bitter cripple from the great war manically lost in his paintings, with only you knowing how much that bullet stuck in his leg saved many lives before they were ever lost. Question is, do you want to leave? And how can you return to our world?
Sounds better than most Japanese isekais! You should definitely write a manga for this if you can draw well, because it would definitely be a big hit. Now thinking about it, I'm wondering if there's an anime that takes place in a steampunk version of Tokyo?
We were on a steam powered vessel which was flying over the Atlantic ocean. The RMS Titanic, which was a majestic vessel. We were flying to New York City on the first voyage and it's quite remarkable to say the least. We flew through the clouds, saw the clarity of the ocean below, but I had a haunting dream that made us think we somehow crashed in a flying iceberg. Thank the Lord those don't exist! In the Year of our Lord, April of 1912, was a great month.
April 9th, Year of Our Lord 1912 ; Penelope Shackleton, a British-American debutante. You'd hardly believe it even if I hired a photographer, Harry. It's an enormous ship. I've been told five hundred feet longer than the Californian, and the paint still pungent in the glossy finish of aerolyer's resin. Of course, what would I know of it, but then again it was my glider that won the Illinois Mechanical Aeronautics Fair wasn't it? I told you to change your 12-5 configuration but bless you! Seven hundred feet and into the Lake! Regardless...if only you were here to see the lift-off. The boom of the seven quadratic-cylinderics rumbled through the entire city of Southampton, and the whine of steam jetted from the funnels as its great propellers took speed, and we launched. Can you believe it? Seven! They've never designed an airliner with that capacity. Captain White says we could make New York in just under five days at full speed. And more thereof too! I've written this brief letter thanks to the courtesy of its hanger wing, Blue Star Line's latest. Three specially designed kites each piloted by two aeronauts that can sail ahead of the airliner with the mail, or back across should we ever need it. Lord, I should hope not, our cruising attitude is 1200 feet today and blisteringly cold too. And just before Kite Ranger leaves, I've written this letter in the hopes that you get your belongings together and sort out your affairs in Chicago quickly. Titanic is scheduled to dock in at High Sears - Station Square just for the afternoon April 16th. We'll be flying in style to Melbourne. Though of course, darling, I would be the only one between us who could say 'I sailed the entire maiden voyage of RMS Titanic - Southampton, England to Melbourne, Australia via the United States. Yours, Penny.
Imagine a proper steam-powered airplane. A giant silverplated airplane reminiscent of WW2 aircraft, but powered by steam turbines or radial steam engines and using valves, levers, and cranks instead of buttons and switches.
It's probably just a fantasy, but I would love to see a "steampunk revolution." Totally change society and technology. A whole new way of looking at both.
@marios gianopoulos Thats a great fundament to start build a story. But the main character should be a Man. We can't risk to have a Women written as bad as Captain Marvel and contaminating the whole movie. Oh boy, your idea could really become something awesome. I can imagine the genius behind the main character and the sarcastic way he acts (like Rick but a bit nicer) and there should be a really depressed scene in the movie, that fits always. I recommend you the movie #9 or Dragon hunters (both give me a strong steampunk vibe) The movie if life action would be really awesome, also 3d or 2d. Its just a really nice idea my friend!
This is the type of music that you don't really know how to explain. The sounds waves from my earphones gracefully flow into my eardrums, making them vibrate smoothly, soon making me think how bloody amazing this is!
No not life today, we are far from the dreams of Steampunk.... especial what the morale , threating eatch other (respect) and motivation belongs. We are (sorry) a rotten. decadent "on way down" Civilisation, not a progressive optimistic civilisaton, with the urge of progress and exploration like Steampunk represents.
I would definitely start with city tour. Walking around the city, seeing the marketplace, people in steampunk outfits shopping, chatting, unusual cars and automobiles on streets... I'd pay for it.
First, buying some clothes I think people would look strange at me if i was wearing a t shirt or any modern clothing Then go after some hotel or house (if i wanted to live there) Then go after some city guide
Working right now on a Steampunk based Dungeons and Dragons Adventure and I'm listening to this sountrack everytime I work on it. It's just great. For everyone who's interested it's a mixture from Dishonored and The Castle in the sky from Gibbly. Mostly Gun and Ship Combat with Steam and also Flystone-powered Weapons.
Egnato 116 The Bookman Histories is a great series of books! It’s got everything from automatons, lizard royals and satellites to famous fictional and real Victorian characters tied up in a grand plot.
The Rober Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes movies actually made excellent steampunk movies, to my delight. And while Mortal Engines wasn't a great movie, I enjoyed it simply for the steampunkish aesthetic. I've heard League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen is anither good one, but I've yet to delve into it
@Egnato 116 There's Cassandra Clare's Trilogy "The Infernal Devices" which is a prequel to the Mortal instruments (don't think about the movie or series, they don't manage to capture the humour and author's style).
a little short story inspired by the steampunk aesthetic! The hum of mechanical wheels whizzed just beneath the heels of my boots. I listened intently to the clipping of my shoes against the wooden floor with each step, humming an old nursery rhyme to block out the sound of the cogs beneath the floor. I refilled each container resting against the humble coffee shop’s counter, beginning with cocoa beans and ending with refined sugar. My name is Lucille. That is what Mama told me. She said that my name is Lucille and has always been Lucille and to tell no one anything other than that. And so I listened like I have been doing my whole life. I’m an obedient young lady, that’s what she tells me every night. I’ve gotten used to the sounds of the gears because I hear them even on the upper floor of the coffeehouse where Mama and I are staying. She said that they’re run by a flow of water that keeps the entire street lit up, including the quaint café-slash-house with green patterned walls, but I thought that she was lying. In fact, I was so sure that one evening I walked all the way from the coffee shop to the river just outside of town square and counted in my head how long it took for the current to carry a single leaf from one end to the other. It’s a small little stream, but it took over twenty minutes, which means there’s no way that water could move the cogs underneath the shop as quickly as Mama says it does. “Lucille!” a weathered voice called. I perked up quickly, knocking over the freshly filled cup of sugar. The sparse powder spilled across the mahogany counters. “Lucille!” the same voice repeated, now with annoyance rather than exhausted glee. I pouted silently, looking up at Mama as she hastily untied a messy bundle of brunette hair held together by a collection of pins. I gave her a look that loosely communicated my reparations, rushing to scoop the sugar back into its container. I neatly placed the jar next to its predecessor- labeled Pecans-and stood up with less turbulence than before. I turned off the first floor lights and folded up the rug because tomorrow was Sunday which meant it was laundry day and swept up the messes left earlier by customers and made sure that the door was locked because when Mama came home with her hair all bundled up in pins it meant that she had a long day and I needed to do her chores. And after I stuffed the welcome mat into the closet next to the rug littered with boot prints I walked upstairs and climbed into bed next to Mama because it was autumn and I was cold. “Thank you, Lucille,” Mama whispered, brushing a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. “You’re a very obedient young lady.” I nodded in response. She rolled over to her side as she did every night and the floor creaked beneath the two of us. “Mama, how long will we be here? I don’t like the sounds of the wheels below us even if they do power the electricity and I miss the old life we used to have because I had a group of friends that had pretty dresses. I got to borrow their dresses, Mama, and now I have to wear this coffee shop apron.” She sighed, although I couldn’t tell if it were because she didn’t know what to say or that she didn’t want to say it. “Goodnight, Mama,” I said quietly. I opened my eyes to the sound of chatter downstairs. I crept down the steps making sure that no customer would hear me and peeked out from the corner of the stairwell. I noticed a group of older adults gossiping near the bar and Mama rushing to make the coffee. She was terrible at making any sort of drink, which is why I was so confused when she said we would be living in a shop dedicated to them. Once she had made enough money as Robin- that was her old name -she used it to buy this location with a lengthy first floor and just enough room to fit a bed and closet in the attic. My old name, which I’m not supposed to tell anybody, was Amber. And before that, Vivienne, which I enjoyed more so than my time as Amber because I was given a datascope powered by aether that I had to give up because it could leave a trail showing the bad men where Mama and I were. I’ve lost count of all the names Mama and I have had because they change so frequently and frankly I don’t care for many of them. Mama always tries to paint our new lives as some new adventure when in reality once I’ve explored the nuances of our new homes like the very slow creek near the town square or the house of the girls with pretty dresses I realize how lonely I am. I’m lonely because even the girls with dresses or the nice old man who gave me that datascope are all going to forget me when I become someone new. Their life is a century-long story, mine a sporadic one that changes course every full moon. I’m often sad because everything is temporary, even the blissful happiness I felt when I watched the leaf sail down the murky river. I know this well, I recount, because even as I now watched the adults clamor over whether Marrie should be with the materialistic journeyman or the honest neophyte, I knew that they would always have something I could not. A name, one that was truly theirs. I am Lucille, the curious young daughter of a coffee shop owner, but I am also Amber, a prodigal daughter envious of high-end fashion. I live in the cramped attic nestled within a crowded city lined by cobblestone streets, yet I live, too, in a faraway port town shielding the inland from horrendous storm surges every summer. “Lucille, my dear, do not let the customers see you in your nighttime clothing. Please, go upstairs and change.” Mama’s voice separated me from my thoughts. “Yes, Mama,” I whispered. I returned to the main floor in a pure lilac dress that Mama had sewn herself, accompanied by the incessant whirring of the wheels. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up dishes left by the customers because I was not yet trusted to make any sort of beverage and the evening thereafter watching the shop. Mama had left at sunset like she did the night before, and every night before that, and instructed me before her departure to stay still and not touch any of the special ingredients. She didn’t want me to spill anything as I had with the sugar last night but I found it incredibly boring to simply stand around in an empty coffee shop without touching anything and so I spent the next couple of hours drawing out different structures around the room. “Young lady!” Mama wailed in terror moments after I had completed a walnut and cream replica of the first floor’s foggy glass windows. “I had nothing to do!” I exclaimed in my defense, quickly closing the ingredient containers and readjusting them to their previous positions. “You have disappointed me gravely, Lucille.” My eyes darted to the spilled cream dotting the counters with shame. “You may sleep as a reward for cleaning this room until it is spotless, understood?” “Yes, Mama.” I spent the next hour dirtying our clean linens with old, half-dried cream and melted sugar. And then I turned off the lights and swept the floor and locked the door because I assumed that Mama was not in the mood to be doing her chores. Then, I walked up the stairs as quietly as possible and slipped underneath the covers that itched more than my homemade nightgowns. It must’ve been another hour before I could fall asleep because the wheels beneath the floor were especially loud whenever I was upset. I woke up early the next day and crept down the stairs as I had before, peeking out from behind the wall. There was only one customer in the shop, an elderly man speaking to Mama in what seemed to be a very adult conversation that I figured I ought to not be listening in on. “I know this is short notice… really? Oh my, how may I thank you, Miss?” Mama shook her head with a warm smile. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Edenson.” He held out his hand, which Mama shook politely. The old man then left through the front door and I stood confused for a few minutes because at this time the store was usually full of customers, but Mama was standing around as if she had nothing but time and she never stood around like that. “Lucille?” Mama called, to which I rushed upstairs and positioned myself in bed because I knew she would be terribly upset if she realized I had been listening in on her conversation. I faked a yawn and glanced over with one eye closed. “Morning, Mama.” She smiled down at me, kneeling over to place one hand on my shoulder. “I’m afraid that we won’t be able to stay in this city anymore.” I frowned. “But it’s alright because we’ll be able to move out to the countryside and live on our own ranch. Doesn’t that sound astonishing?” I masked my disappointment with a soft smile. “Your name is Esther. Isn’t that a beautiful name? You can tell no one anything other than that your name is Esther and that it has always been Esther, understand?” “Understood, Mama.”
"It is perfect? Well, a little bit until now. But i don't know how it all will be like in *2070* for example" -Random citizen in 1777 in a Steampunk universe
I have tried SO MANY different music compilations for writing - Meditation/Spa, Dystopian, Fantasy, specific soundtracks such as Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings .....none of them helped my creativity. I stumbled upon this compilation and words just flowed onto the page!!
I'm here and I'm listening to this in my steampunk styled hat and suit with my fancy sunglasses on, and writing a story in the middle of the night. That's the feeling of immortality.
For those who don't want to look: Big Ben: ua-cam.com/video/RJ6A0G9MUX8/v-deo.html Steam Engine: ua-cam.com/video/rdxrASOCX7E/v-deo.html Ps: This is awesome ))))
This sounds like something that came out of a movie like "A House With A Clock In It's Walls." I loved this. The music sounds so powerful and persuasive. This was a wonderful video, and it made me feel determined because I was taking a test while listening to this. This makes me feel like I'm in a movie and I'm the main protagonist trying to accomplish something big because of this! I love listening to ambience music, and I can't wait to hear more from you!! Edit: Whoever disliked this video does not understand the magic of Steampunk and fascinating adventures. :)
This steampunk-like music collection takes me into the steampunk movie. Thanks to you, I'm really into studying modern history while listening to this song. Thank you for posting it.
I need a movie set in a Steampunk universe where this music is the soundtrack because man is this music just gorgeous and done so well, props to the composers and thank you for compiling this playlist
I'd like to thank you for this mix. I'm listening to it as I work on my new Steampunk character. It has just the right mood to motivate me and do the best job I've ever done up until now.
An alternate world of imagination which may never come to reality. And that's why we need more steampunk games, movies, and novels to keep the imagination going hoping for the future.
There's this episode of Love,Death and Robots about a Cat-Girl living in HongKong.But that HongKong was kinda from an alternate future that is steampunk.I loved it.
All of the steampunks I've actually met in person were brass wielding fidget whirlers. Under a lot of pressure and all geared up, I told them to go blow off some steam 💨🧐💨
Foremost amongst the many urban improvements I propose are: the demolition of Westminster Abbey, the construction of a massive sky bridge in St James's, and most importantly of all, the erection of a 2,000 foot tall lighthouse in Battersea Park.These proposals have such evident merit that I feel no further justification is required.
what a world this would have been had technology actually succeed to go this direction for our life time....the wonders of steampunk ....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I think what I really like about a steampunk setting, at least for me, is the variety of things you can do with it. I know this is the case for other fantasy settings to, but for someone like me who loves history, and especially 19th century history, the possibilities are endless. You could have something focused on the military, and all the cool hulking metal beasts, lurching across blood soaked battlefields as they bellow noxious smoke from within, to a deeply intricate drama in one of the many courts across the globe at the time. Or even take a look at the lives of the everyday people in your world. How does a ordinary day in a clockwork wonderland like the city in the video look? Are they happy? What are their hopes for the future? Is there anything they fear? I'm starting to ramble here, so I'll stop myself. I just love settlings like these. It's like the world is at the dawn of a new age; the question is, what does that age look like? Have a good one to all :)
You could have a literal space ship sailing and put any one of these pieces over it and it would fit. And by space ship I mean a large wooden sail ship that can fly.
Tracklist:
0:00 Luis Humanoide - In The House of the Inventor
6:14 Vociferous - The Incredible Adventure
12:38 Luis Humanoide - The Great Port of the Air
18:45 Idan Kupferberg - The Vast Universe
20:59 Pierre-Alexandre Monin - The First Journey
23:17 Luis Humanoide - Symphony of the Clockwork Lands
32:53 Paul Cassidy - Pandora
37:35 Lexys - Lonely Waltz
39:54 Vociferous - A New Beginning
50:11 Odie Liakos - Nightfall
52:05 Rachel Nusbaumer - Andante Per la Serenissima
55:41 Simon Safhalter - Full Sail to Libertalia
59:41 Lexys - The Forest and the Witch
Where can one purchase this delightful dalliance for one's entertainment of one's guests on one's gramaphonic wax cylinder cabinet in glorious mono of an evening for candlelit festivities, a jolly masqued waltz, cravat knotting tips and a jaunt of Pin the Nail on the Donkey prior to midnight seance with Madam Occulance and a shot of sherry in the parlour before retiring?
55:41 my personal favourite
THANKS BRO
Hello good morning! I wanted to ask you if the music in this video is copyright free, I would like to use it for a project because it seems perfect and very well composed. Thank you!
The most rare thing, the video owner who puts the songs in their comments, and/or description, and/or video chapters
Steampunk: the future of the past
And the past of the future
@@anwoch past of the future is now old man
Grass: is green
@@AffluentTales rather modern view on futuristic past that never would happen
Steampunk: People from the 21st Century imagining people from the 19th Century imagining the 21st Century.
Steampunk, the past that never was.
I love this omg
But could be our future if people were willing to move in that direction.
The future that never is.
The Edwardian Period was as close to it as we got!
It's more like a past imagination of the future
I’ve always wanted to live in a steampunk style city
DA Młynarczyk bruh me too I love steampunk or magical places like hog warts honestly I’m a geek -w-
Well, go to London, I guess
And die because of Lung Cancer?
Me too
same
This represents what people from the late 1800s thought the future would be.
@C. L. I wonder how people from other cultures interpreted their future
@Гей-Садист или Грозный Оптимист currently yeah
WE WISH
lol, I guess their Disappointed
exactly!!!
Big heavy gears clicking and turning
Shiny brass and copper metals
Big, floating airships with massive spotlights illuminating a passing train
Factories belching smog and steam into the night sky
and clocks! So. many. clocks!
Steampunk is such a fun aesthetic
I'm good with the steam, less so with the smog. I like the Ghibli aesthetic.
Fully agree :D
AND YOU KNOW IT IS A POSSIBLE REALITY
@@huberttherock1956 indeed!
I find it nostalgic
imagine an open world free roam video game in this setting.
It would be so cool.
bioshock infinite is the closest
Thief 2014...
I would love there
Assassin's Creed Syndicate is your game.
I know most people see the Steampunk aesthetic as a Victorian/British style, but I've always been fascinated by the concept of a more "western/cowboy" Steampunk, with dusty cities filled with rough-and-tumble cyborgs and clinking of gears replacing the clopping of hooves. It's a neat concept to me. While I love the usual Steampunk genre, the more unusual genre of steampunk has always been awesome! Imagine this:
There's a small shop with stained glass on the corner, and a mechanic with his robot partner helping him fix another man's arm. They're bantering as a cat is lazing on the tool shelf, under the gears that move the steam-powered forge. In the saloon, a robot with multiple arms mixes drinks for his rowdy customers while a woman, smoking her cigarette, walks up to the wanted board to take a bounty, armed with her pistol on her waist and her shotgun on her back. Outside, rolling into town on rusty, steam hover-cycles, are a group of mysterious strangers on the hunt for a bit of mischief and money, with goggle-topped hats and gear-adorned boots that make clinking sounds as they walk, almost like spurs. There's an automated well and fountain in the center of town- a grand display of gears shifting and parts whirring to bring up water from an underground spring. Small plants dot the houses, hanging off balconies or sitting on windowsills- a small bit of life in the mechanical town. It's rough-and-tumble, with daily brawls and shifty characters, but it's home.
I don't think steampunk has to be restricted to a certain part of the world. I love the idea of Western steampunk, mixing the aesthetics of the American West (especially steam locomotives with huge balloon smokestacks, kerosene headlamps, and tons of polished brass) with the futuristic sci-fi aspects of steampunk.
Wild Wild West definitely had steampunk Confederates with a robot spider
Fallout New Vegas is pretty darn close!
YES I LIKE THIS
Niiice!
I had no idea that steam punk had a music style...
Will Wilcoxson same and it’s mesmerizing 😂
pretty sure a lot of these songs are from places like lord of the rings and harry potter. I wouldn't say its so much a unique style in itself and kind of just more fantasy in general.
@@longleaf1217 Lotr and HP have much different styles in music tho and this "Steampunk style" is different as well.
@@TheCanderemy what I'm saying is that there were a few songs directly from LOTR and HP in this track list. not just that it sounds like them.
Me either.
In a world where queen Victoria found the fountain of youth and the hindenburg never crashed. Where a miraculous accident allowed greater mass production of helium or a chemical compound that made hydrogen less flammable and easily contained. Where the British won against the new land and innovated with it's influence.
That's steampunk.
Such a poetic and precious description.I love it.
...and where Robert Stephenson and Isambard Kingdom Brunel lived longer and had even more time for the construction of massive railway systems and steam-powered ocean liners. ;)
That's a lot of work
i cn dig it!
Oh wow good job also your lucky nobody has replied with “ok boomer.”
Bro... Imagine playing a steampunk themed DND campaign...
Now I want to become a DM just to create this
That's so cool! But sorry, what's a DM?
@@diego125able Dungeon Master! The guy who runs the campaign
@@diego125able In dungeons and dragons, a table top rpg game, there are two roles: The Dungeon Master and The Adventurer.
The Dungeon Master uses their creativity to craft masterful worlds filled with warlocks goblin orcs, and anything else he could possibly imagine. Picture being the sole game designer with an engine that had unlimited uses, where every idea you had could be implemented with just a few words. Thats the DM.
The Player is the individual who gets to interact with the world that the DM creates. You pick your race from a long list thats available or whatever the DM comes up with and, you choose your class, whether it be fighter warlock or musically inspired bard, it doesnt matter each have their very own specific skills and abilities that you unlock as you level up by killing monsters and completing goals. It is the player who moves the DM's story along paths and carves their own legend out of history. The power of the world lies in your hands as the adventurer.
That's exactly what I've been thinking lately
Go do it. Newbie DM + newbie players = many mistakes and great fun!
This is perfect for getting into the mood to spend several hours hand sewing that perfect outfit
or writing the perfect adventure!
Purposely failed that class
or building that perfect minecraft city
Or drawing incredible machines
Or spend several hours drawing the perfect steampunk OC-
Imagine you've loved Steampunk your whole life, a world and dreams wrapped up in your head, but your creativity was stifled by everyday life, never allowing it to grow. You cross the road up to Victoria Station, wondering how you ended up like this. You didn't realise a train was coming at full speed. You jump to avoid it, but the shock makes you faint. You wake up being nursed by a strangly dressed fellow, not knowing where you are and wanting to leave as much as possible. You run away when your mobile doesn't work, thinking your benefactor has ill intentions. His modest apartment, full of models and trinkets, is right in front of the Big Ben, and you see your world coming to life at that moment. You see your kind saviour is none other than the sidekick you created for your protagonist. Looking at your clothes, you realise you're none other than the hero of your Steampunk world, now with your features instead. You've been transported back to the time between two world wars, except the Titanic didn't sink, steam had overtaken our tech by the world embracing Tesla's innovations over Edisons', and Adolf Hitler is a now a bitter cripple from the great war manically lost in his paintings, with only you knowing how much that bullet stuck in his leg saved many lives before they were ever lost.
Question is, do you want to leave? And how can you return to our world?
no, im not coming back to our world. i made characters for my friends so they'd hopefully be there to. There's no way i'd give up this opportunity
HELL NO!, that sounds so much better than my regular life!
Answer: No.
Sure I would return. But only with the way back in this world in my backpack, to connect this world to the other one
Sounds better than most Japanese isekais! You should definitely write a manga for this if you can draw well, because it would definitely be a big hit. Now thinking about it, I'm wondering if there's an anime that takes place in a steampunk version of Tokyo?
We were on a steam powered vessel which was flying over the Atlantic ocean. The RMS Titanic, which was a majestic vessel. We were flying to New York City on the first voyage and it's quite remarkable to say the least. We flew through the clouds, saw the clarity of the ocean below, but I had a haunting dream that made us think we somehow crashed in a flying iceberg. Thank the Lord those don't exist! In the Year of our Lord, April of 1912, was a great month.
Sounds like a letter or diary entire
To be fair, there’s most likely a timeline where it happened like that, and that makes me happy
@@vincentcampbell8314 I wish that was the Titanic II film; instead it was so bad everyone agreed to forget about it.
April 9th, Year of Our Lord 1912 ; Penelope Shackleton, a British-American debutante.
You'd hardly believe it even if I hired a photographer, Harry. It's an enormous ship. I've been told five hundred feet longer than the Californian, and the paint still pungent in the glossy finish of aerolyer's resin. Of course, what would I know of it, but then again it was my glider that won the Illinois Mechanical Aeronautics Fair wasn't it? I told you to change your 12-5 configuration but bless you! Seven hundred feet and into the Lake! Regardless...if only you were here to see the lift-off. The boom of the seven quadratic-cylinderics rumbled through the entire city of Southampton, and the whine of steam jetted from the funnels as its great propellers took speed, and we launched. Can you believe it? Seven! They've never designed an airliner with that capacity. Captain White says we could make New York in just under five days at full speed. And more thereof too! I've written this brief letter thanks to the courtesy of its hanger wing, Blue Star Line's latest. Three specially designed kites each piloted by two aeronauts that can sail ahead of the airliner with the mail, or back across should we ever need it. Lord, I should hope not, our cruising attitude is 1200 feet today and blisteringly cold too.
And just before Kite Ranger leaves, I've written this letter in the hopes that you get your belongings together and sort out your affairs in Chicago quickly. Titanic is scheduled to dock in at High Sears - Station Square just for the afternoon April 16th. We'll be flying in style to Melbourne. Though of course, darling, I would be the only one between us who could say 'I sailed the entire maiden voyage of RMS Titanic - Southampton, England to Melbourne, Australia via the United States.
Yours,
Penny.
Imagine a proper steam-powered airplane. A giant silverplated airplane reminiscent of WW2 aircraft, but powered by steam turbines or radial steam engines and using valves, levers, and cranks instead of buttons and switches.
It's probably just a fantasy, but I would love to see a "steampunk revolution." Totally change society and technology. A whole new way of looking at both.
It's not late, with a bit of money we could do it!
@@janainaicbeuamericanspace4315 a bit?
@@eveflash733 Maybe, some
No we need A LOT of money like billions
Janaína E Miguel who ever said we need a lot of money? With the right people and and junk yard the word could be in your hands
@@mothill_ yesssssss
I could imagine an really awesome steampunk movie for these songs.
Some good animated adventure stuff!
marios gianopoulos sounds really cool, would watch it defenitly
@marios gianopoulos Thats a great fundament to start build a story. But the main character should be a Man. We can't risk to have a Women written as bad as Captain Marvel and contaminating the whole movie. Oh boy, your idea could really become something awesome. I can imagine the genius behind the main character and the sarcastic way he acts (like Rick but a bit nicer) and there should be a really depressed scene in the movie, that fits always. I recommend you the movie #9 or Dragon hunters (both give me a strong steampunk vibe) The movie if life action would be really awesome, also 3d or 2d. Its just a really nice idea my friend!
marios gianopoulos sure, it sounds really cool
@marios gianopoulos seems like a fun family movie
This is the type of music that you don't really know how to explain. The sounds waves from my earphones gracefully flow into my eardrums, making them vibrate smoothly, soon making me think how bloody amazing this is!
BestDanceMusic hi brother😁
i love how you described this
I want victorian steampunk to be a real thing now
Screw that, gimme post WW1 Steampunk World, a world where WW2 never happened
This is beautiful o only in a movie and Internet... i know what i say
Sorry my english :V
its is, I will host a massive event someday sooner than later.
The good thing is that it can be perfectly recreated
Definitely go to Victorian events in Oamaru, New Zealand!
It's like people of the 1800s imagining life today
I WISH WE WERE LIKE THAT
*SNIF* ;;;;
No not life today, we are far from the dreams of Steampunk.... especial what the morale , threating eatch other (respect) and motivation belongs. We are (sorry) a rotten. decadent "on way down" Civilisation, not a progressive optimistic civilisaton, with the urge of progress and exploration like Steampunk represents.
we can change our fates,why not our civilization?
@@Crygear Because the most people like the way it is now.
@@XentorAntarix too bad *KABOOOM*
Imagine being put into this photo. You can go absolutely anywhere and there’s so many possibilities... where do you start?
I would definitely start with city tour. Walking around the city, seeing the marketplace, people in steampunk outfits shopping, chatting, unusual cars and automobiles on streets... I'd pay for it.
@@weraasher8018 i’ll come with you haha
Hmm... Maybe by riding an airship
Same I would explore everything ! And maybe find a guide to show me the secrets of the city. And that's the beguining of an adventure ...
First, buying some clothes
I think people would look strange at me if i was wearing a t shirt or any modern clothing
Then go after some hotel or house (if i wanted to live there)
Then go after some city guide
Working right now on a Steampunk based Dungeons and Dragons Adventure and I'm listening to this sountrack everytime I work on it. It's just great. For everyone who's interested it's a mixture from Dishonored and The Castle in the sky from Gibbly. Mostly Gun and Ship Combat with Steam and also Flystone-powered Weapons.
PLEASE inform me about it :0
Hey, i'd like to hear about that!
That sounds interesting can you tell us more? :D
This looks like the perfect place to ask for Steampunk recommendations (Books, films or TV shows). Would appreciate a lot if someone responds!
Egnato 116 The Bookman Histories is a great series of books!
It’s got everything from automatons, lizard royals and satellites to famous fictional and real Victorian characters tied up in a grand plot.
The Rober Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes movies actually made excellent steampunk movies, to my delight. And while Mortal Engines wasn't a great movie, I enjoyed it simply for the steampunkish aesthetic.
I've heard League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen is anither good one, but I've yet to delve into it
Princess Principal is a great show. Ignore the name, it has almost nothing to do with the actual show. Just look it up.
You could also try the books of K. W. Jeter. I certainly enjoyed 'Infernal Devices'.
@Egnato 116 There's Cassandra Clare's Trilogy "The Infernal Devices" which is a prequel to the Mortal instruments (don't think about the movie or series, they don't manage to capture the humour and author's style).
friend: what's your favorite genre of music?
me: it's complicated...
Just say steampunk. It isn't complicated.
@@karmaexists3541 it’s because not a lot of people know about this like fr
Gears, machinery, bells, clocks, AND A LOT OF METAL
Ngl, steampunk, and clockwork is probably one of my favorite music styles.
a little short story inspired by the steampunk aesthetic!
The hum of mechanical wheels whizzed just beneath the heels of my boots. I listened intently to the clipping of my shoes against the wooden floor with each step, humming an old nursery rhyme to block out the sound of the cogs beneath the floor. I refilled each container resting against the humble coffee shop’s counter, beginning with cocoa beans and ending with refined sugar.
My name is Lucille. That is what Mama told me. She said that my name is Lucille and has always been Lucille and to tell no one anything other than that. And so I listened like I have been doing my whole life. I’m an obedient young lady, that’s what she tells me every night.
I’ve gotten used to the sounds of the gears because I hear them even on the upper floor of the coffeehouse where Mama and I are staying. She said that they’re run by a flow of water that keeps the entire street lit up, including the quaint café-slash-house with green patterned walls, but I thought that she was lying. In fact, I was so sure that one evening I walked all the way from the coffee shop to the river just outside of town square and counted in my head how long it took for the current to carry a single leaf from one end to the other. It’s a small little stream, but it took over twenty minutes, which means there’s no way that water could move the cogs underneath the shop as quickly as Mama says it does.
“Lucille!” a weathered voice called.
I perked up quickly, knocking over the freshly filled cup of sugar. The sparse powder spilled across the mahogany counters.
“Lucille!” the same voice repeated, now with annoyance rather than exhausted glee.
I pouted silently, looking up at Mama as she hastily untied a messy bundle of brunette hair held together by a collection of pins. I gave her a look that loosely communicated my reparations, rushing to scoop the sugar back into its container. I neatly placed the jar next to its predecessor- labeled Pecans-and stood up with less turbulence than before.
I turned off the first floor lights and folded up the rug because tomorrow was Sunday which meant it was laundry day and swept up the messes left earlier by customers and made sure that the door was locked because when Mama came home with her hair all bundled up in pins it meant that she had a long day and I needed to do her chores. And after I stuffed the welcome mat into the closet next to the rug littered with boot prints I walked upstairs and climbed into bed next to Mama because it was autumn and I was cold.
“Thank you, Lucille,” Mama whispered, brushing a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. “You’re a very obedient young lady.”
I nodded in response. She rolled over to her side as she did every night and the floor creaked beneath the two of us.
“Mama, how long will we be here? I don’t like the sounds of the wheels below us even if they do power the electricity and I miss the old life we used to have because I had a group of friends that had pretty dresses. I got to borrow their dresses, Mama, and now I have to wear this coffee shop apron.”
She sighed, although I couldn’t tell if it were because she didn’t know what to say or that she didn’t want to say it.
“Goodnight, Mama,” I said quietly.
I opened my eyes to the sound of chatter downstairs. I crept down the steps making sure that no customer would hear me and peeked out from the corner of the stairwell. I noticed a group of older adults gossiping near the bar and Mama rushing to make the coffee.
She was terrible at making any sort of drink, which is why I was so confused when she said we would be living in a shop dedicated to them. Once she had made enough money as Robin- that was her old name -she used it to buy this location with a lengthy first floor and just enough room to fit a bed and closet in the attic.
My old name, which I’m not supposed to tell anybody, was Amber. And before that, Vivienne, which I enjoyed more so than my time as Amber because I was given a datascope powered by aether that I had to give up because it could leave a trail showing the bad men where Mama and I were. I’ve lost count of all the names Mama and I have had because they change so frequently and frankly I don’t care for many of them.
Mama always tries to paint our new lives as some new adventure when in reality once I’ve explored the nuances of our new homes like the very slow creek near the town square or the house of the girls with pretty dresses I realize how lonely I am.
I’m lonely because even the girls with dresses or the nice old man who gave me that datascope are all going to forget me when I become someone new. Their life is a century-long story, mine a sporadic one that changes course every full moon. I’m often sad because everything is temporary, even the blissful happiness I felt when I watched the leaf sail down the murky river.
I know this well, I recount, because even as I now watched the adults clamor over whether Marrie should be with the materialistic journeyman or the honest neophyte, I knew that they would always have something I could not. A name, one that was truly theirs.
I am Lucille, the curious young daughter of a coffee shop owner, but I am also Amber, a prodigal daughter envious of high-end fashion. I live in the cramped attic nestled within a crowded city lined by cobblestone streets, yet I live, too, in a faraway port town shielding the inland from horrendous storm surges every summer.
“Lucille, my dear, do not let the customers see you in your nighttime clothing. Please, go upstairs and change.”
Mama’s voice separated me from my thoughts.
“Yes, Mama,” I whispered.
I returned to the main floor in a pure lilac dress that Mama had sewn herself, accompanied by the incessant whirring of the wheels. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up dishes left by the customers because I was not yet trusted to make any sort of beverage and the evening thereafter watching the shop.
Mama had left at sunset like she did the night before, and every night before that, and instructed me before her departure to stay still and not touch any of the special ingredients. She didn’t want me to spill anything as I had with the sugar last night but I found it incredibly boring to simply stand around in an empty coffee shop without touching anything and so I spent the next couple of hours drawing out different structures around the room.
“Young lady!” Mama wailed in terror moments after I had completed a walnut and cream replica of the first floor’s foggy glass windows.
“I had nothing to do!” I exclaimed in my defense, quickly closing the ingredient containers and readjusting them to their previous positions.
“You have disappointed me gravely, Lucille.”
My eyes darted to the spilled cream dotting the counters with shame.
“You may sleep as a reward for cleaning this room until it is spotless, understood?”
“Yes, Mama.”
I spent the next hour dirtying our clean linens with old, half-dried cream and melted sugar. And then I turned off the lights and swept the floor and locked the door because I assumed that Mama was not in the mood to be doing her chores. Then, I walked up the stairs as quietly as possible and slipped underneath the covers that itched more than my homemade nightgowns.
It must’ve been another hour before I could fall asleep because the wheels beneath the floor were especially loud whenever I was upset.
I woke up early the next day and crept down the stairs as I had before, peeking out from behind the wall. There was only one customer in the shop, an elderly man speaking to Mama in what seemed to be a very adult conversation that I figured I ought to not be listening in on.
“I know this is short notice… really? Oh my, how may I thank you, Miss?”
Mama shook her head with a warm smile. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Edenson.”
He held out his hand, which Mama shook politely.
The old man then left through the front door and I stood confused for a few minutes because at this time the store was usually full of customers, but Mama was standing around as if she had nothing but time and she never stood around like that.
“Lucille?” Mama called, to which I rushed upstairs and positioned myself in bed because I knew she would be terribly upset if she realized I had been listening in on her conversation. I faked a yawn and glanced over with one eye closed.
“Morning, Mama.”
She smiled down at me, kneeling over to place one hand on my shoulder.
“I’m afraid that we won’t be able to stay in this city anymore.”
I frowned.
“But it’s alright because we’ll be able to move out to the countryside and live on our own ranch. Doesn’t that sound astonishing?”
I masked my disappointment with a soft smile.
“Your name is Esther. Isn’t that a beautiful name? You can tell no one anything other than that your name is Esther and that it has always been Esther, understand?”
“Understood, Mama.”
Awesome story, miss! Can u give me like a note? I wanna read and save :)
It's so creative 😊😊😊
Wow have me wanting to read more
This is too good
A very inspiring and beautiful mix, perfect for imagining a great steampunk world
37:35 Is such a beautiful song.
I love all of this music, but that first track is really special. It never fails to inspire me and get me excited to work on my book.
The Singularity between Fantasy Magic and Middle Age's Technology is the best one
Ok this is perfect! I can now write or imagine a steampunk story on my head or draw a character thanks youtube for recommending me this
Imagination is so beautiful ☺️
This is some of the most relaxing music I've listened to since the COVID-19 crisis began. It's awesome, I love this music!
"It is perfect? Well, a little bit until now. But i don't know how it all will be like in *2070* for example"
-Random citizen in 1777 in a Steampunk universe
7 years later 2070, the world will be full of glitches and bugs
*Why we can't just build our own Steampunk city with our own valute?*
We don't even know how these steam weapons work, how do we gonna build a city?
Because then it would cause too much pollution
Why not build a Theme Park where people can live for some days in their fantasy?
@@eveflash733 we don't need weapons
@@elegmant what? I mean if we don't even know how these steampunk weapon mechanism then it Will be harder to make a city
I have tried SO MANY different music compilations for writing - Meditation/Spa, Dystopian, Fantasy, specific soundtracks such as Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings .....none of them helped my creativity. I stumbled upon this compilation and words just flowed onto the page!!
I'm here and I'm listening to this in my steampunk styled hat and suit with my fancy sunglasses on, and writing a story in the middle of the night. That's the feeling of immortality.
For full immersion, put steam engine sounds and the Big Ben bell on the background
Adriano Arne-Ritz that would be so good!
i tried and its awesome!!!!!
oh my god its perfect
For those who don't want to look:
Big Ben: ua-cam.com/video/RJ6A0G9MUX8/v-deo.html
Steam Engine: ua-cam.com/video/rdxrASOCX7E/v-deo.html
Ps: This is awesome ))))
This is what music should be in the future
Steampunk, the most underrated genre
This makes me want to write some steampunk music myself
Symphony of the Clockwork Lands is the most steampunk music I've ever heard and I've watched several of these compilations.
this is so useful when you're trying to build a clocktower in minecraft, it fits so perfectly and puts me in the best mood :3
This sounds like something that came out of a movie like "A House With A Clock In It's Walls." I loved this. The music sounds so powerful and persuasive. This was a wonderful video, and it made me feel determined because I was taking a test while listening to this. This makes me feel like I'm in a movie and I'm the main protagonist trying to accomplish something big because of this! I love listening to ambience music, and I can't wait to hear more from you!!
Edit: Whoever disliked this video does not understand the magic of Steampunk and fascinating adventures. :)
スチームパンク好きだから聴きに来るけど日本人が全然いないので頑張って英語コメント翻訳して共感してる
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@@Sky-ll2xy ハローー！！！！
しかし、ここにはあなたの隣人がいます-ロシア人。ウクライナからこんにちは！
@@АлеандрЪОстроградскїй こんにちはー！♡
@@はるひ-b5b, それが秘密ではない場合、あなたはどこから来ましたか？
This steampunk-like music collection takes me into the steampunk movie. Thanks to you, I'm really into studying modern history while listening to this song. Thank you for posting it.
Great music... Proud to be among great composers!
39:54 - A New Beginning is my absolute favourite, it's so mystical and I love it!!!
12:38 this one is wonderful
I need a movie set in a Steampunk universe where this music is the soundtrack because man is this music just gorgeous and done so well, props to the composers and thank you for compiling this playlist
Whenever I hear Lexys - The forest and the Witch, all I can picture is
"I'm late to Steamworks class!"
This is inspiring me to make a book with a steampunk setting. Thank you for the music!
I'd like to thank you for this mix. I'm listening to it as I work on my new Steampunk character. It has just the right mood to motivate me and do the best job I've ever done up until now.
An alternate world of imagination which may never come to reality.
And that's why we need more steampunk games, movies, and novels to keep the imagination going hoping for the future.
There's this episode of Love,Death and Robots about a Cat-Girl living in HongKong.But that HongKong was kinda from an alternate future that is steampunk.I loved it.
Thanks for the recommendation mate, I enjoyed it too.
btw, wanna tell you that she is not catgirl, she is a Huli-jing (狐狸fox-精elf)
This video mentally and physically got me through quarantine and for that I thank you.
Is so beatiful steampunk style
Wow, thank you for this. Couldn't quite put my finger on what I was looking for when I searched up steampunk ambience, but this really fits.
I didn’t know steampunk music exists but this is definitely it. I absolutely adore it :D
Steampunk right before the holidays. I love it! What a cheerful, bright, and festive collection! Thank you TSOM :D
Its Just Something About Steampunk That We Love
Cool sound! I can picture another steampunk world in the making. Love it. Lets do a film to go with it😁
thank you for taking me away from this world it was a wonderful journey
All of the steampunks I've actually met in person were brass wielding fidget whirlers. Under a lot of pressure and all geared up, I told them to go blow off some steam
💨🧐💨
I liked this a ton more than I thought I originally would. 10/10
let me live in this exact world right now
In 2100
This gives me a feeling I can’t explain. Like something I feel like I’ve experienced in a past life.
Wow, these songs are great! Extremely cinematic in their quality and scope. Inspirational for writing, for sure!
Perfect reading music
we all fantasize about a steampunk world but the air pollution would be crazy lol, that somehow doesn't stop us from loving it
Im just imagining a collecting and building montage for a steampunk character
Foremost amongst the many urban improvements I propose are: the demolition of Westminster Abbey, the construction of a massive sky bridge in St James's, and most importantly of all, the erection of a 2,000 foot tall lighthouse in Battersea Park.These proposals have such evident merit that I feel no further justification is required.
This makes my gear infused heart operate again.
Maravilhosamente incrível!!! Escuto Sempre e para sempre!!!!!!!!!
re-play button: 0:00
WHAT, STEAMPUNK HAS A MUSIC STYLE? my life is complete
I'm looking up old Victorian houses for sale and this is just fueling all of my daydreams
스팀펑크의 분위기 자체가 뭔가 좋음.... ㅏ하루만 스팀펑크 세계 속에서 살고 싶다
Very nice beginning and chorus! Thank you for the list The Spirit of Orchestral Music!
what a world this would have been had technology actually succeed to go this direction for our life time....the wonders of steampunk ....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"House of the Inventor" and "The great port of the Air" are my favourites
I feel like in the fairy victorian city. The feeling is so good.
This is the kind of world i can imagine hueningkai living in. He looks like he's from fiction haha 💖
This music.... it fills my soul with a strength that I cannot describe...
It's just perfect, I always come back here listenning to this. Thanks for the amazing songs I discovered thanks to you.
I think I'm the only one listening to steampunk music in 2022. How cool is fiction and how boring is reality.
Plays Dishonored, loves Steampunk, listens to steampunk music. That's my story.
Still love steampunk after a year ❤❤
Assassin's Creed unity and syndicate is what introduced me to steampunk.. i totally recommend playing syndicate specifically for the steampunk feel
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I think what I really like about a steampunk setting, at least for me, is the variety of things you can do with it. I know this is the case for other fantasy settings to, but for someone like me who loves history, and especially 19th century history, the possibilities are endless. You could have something focused on the military, and all the cool hulking metal beasts, lurching across blood soaked battlefields as they bellow noxious smoke from within, to a deeply intricate drama in one of the many courts across the globe at the time. Or even take a look at the lives of the everyday people in your world. How does a ordinary day in a clockwork wonderland like the city in the video look? Are they happy? What are their hopes for the future? Is there anything they fear? I'm starting to ramble here, so I'll stop myself. I just love settlings like these. It's like the world is at the dawn of a new age; the question is, what does that age look like?
Have a good one to all :)
This helped so much with writing my steampunk story! Great compilation :)
Omg I loveeee the image! London as steampunk!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩👍👍👍😍😍 SUCH BEAUTIFUL MUSIC IM CRYING!!😭😭😍😍🤩👍👍👍👍👍
This is absolutely just the best thing I have heard in a long time. It brings such magic and so many creative idea's to mind :D
In an alternate 2020:
*Thx for giving me a new extremely big MC Build Project to work on solo probably take a while but i'll make sure to name it MC ClockWork city*
Such a beautiful place😃
Steampunk !
Steampunk 😍
All the people that enjoyed steampunk that I met were from Germany, Russia, Britain and Texas.
Here one from Mexico
And Spain!
Count Denmark as well
Romanian steampunk lover here :)
And France !
Orchestral Steampunk is amazing! Great upload! 👍🏾
You could have a literal space ship sailing and put any one of these pieces over it and it would fit. And by space ship I mean a large wooden sail ship that can fly.
HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE!
I'm thinking of Treasure Planet
I've been looking for a track for the past 2 hours to vibe with the book I'm reading. This is PERFECT 😭😭😭😭
never listened to steampunk music before but this is boppin
Yo this whole thing is a vibe NO CAP