Sound Added to Your Favorites Soundboard
Log in or create an account to save your favorites, or they'll expire in 4 hours
Error Adding Sound
Error adding sound to your favorites.
Sound Reported
Sound reported and our moderators will review it shortly.
Error Reporting Sound
Error reporting sound. Please use the Contact page.
2
0
It ain't yours pervis Soundboard
The phrase "It ain't yours pervis" echoed through the empty room, a sharp reminder of the tension that filled the air. The words seemed to linger, bouncing off the walls and filling the silence with their weight. In the quiet, the sound felt heavy, as if it carried the weight of all the unspoken emotions that lay between the speaker and the listener. It had a sharpness to it, a bite that cut through the stillness and left a mark on the atmosphere.
As the sound of "It ain't yours pervis" slowly faded, a new noise emerged. The creak of floorboards underfoot, the shuffle of feet moving away from each other. The tension in the room seemed to shift, dispersing like a cloud as the speakers moved further apart. The noise was a subtle reminder of the physical distance that had grown between them, a tangible representation of the emotional distance that had taken root. The sound had a hollowness to it, a lonely echo that spoke volumes about the rift that had formed between the two.
In the wake of the departing footsteps, a new sound emerged. The rustle of fabric as a hand reached out, the soft thud of a palm meeting skin. The sound of a slap, swift and sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. The impact seemed to reverberate in the room, leaving a lingering ache in its wake. It was a violent sound, a physical manifestation of the pain and anger that had boiled over. The crack of skin meeting skin was a stark reminder of the violence that simmered just below the surface.
As the echoes of the slap faded, a new noise filled the room. The sound of heavy breathing, ragged and raw. The air seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the emotions that filled the space, a potent mix of anger, hurt, and frustration. The sound was chaotic, a cacophony of emotions that threatened to overwhelm the senses. It was a visceral reminder of the power of words, of how they could cut deeper than any blade and leave wounds that took years to heal.
In the aftermath of the heavy breathing, a new sound emerged. The soft murmur of voices, low and hushed. The words were indistinct, whispered and muffled by the weight of the emotions that hung in the air. The sound was a soothing balm, a gentle reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there was still a possibility of peace. It had a calming effect, a soft melody that offered a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
In the stillness that followed, a final sound filled the room. The soft click of a door closing, a definitive end to the tumultuous conversation that had unfolded. The noise seemed to signal a resolution, a closing of a chapter that had been fraught with tension and emotion. It was a finality, a closing of the book on a difficult moment that had threatened to tear them apart. The sound was a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there was still the possibility of moving forward.
You can play and download these sounds here.