born with an insatiable appetite for destruction (part 4) // villain playlist
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 18 มี.ค. 2021
- Hi!♥
Well, here we go again y'all. Part 4. Or the ~Fourquel~ (not gonna lie, the word sounds kinda ridiculous, idk why. I didn't even know it was grammatically correct but apparently it is.?) This one is probably my second favourite of the whole "series" (fist is the part 2). I know some of the songs are more for like anti-hero type character, but oh well.. I hope you don't mind.
So, I hope you enjoy. I noticed most of you use these playlists for writing, drawing and even homework so I wish u all the best of luck and I hope this playlist can jump-start your creativity even if just by a little bit♥ I love the community of creative people who always gather in the comments so much. I enjoy reading everything you write ♥
Take care of yourself and remember to drink enough water.
You are doing great and know that you are loved more than u realize ♥
I wish u a wonderful day/night.
Love you all so much
N.♥
Also I feel the responsibility to mention one thing, with how much the part 1 one blew up and what comments I saw. (I'm just gonna quote a comment from @Bibidi babidi Boo, cuz they captured what I wanted to say perfectly)
"Yes yes, we know,life isn't white or black, people can't be completely good or bad, villains mostly were victims who turned bad. But i feel like this comment section (and those of other villain playlists as well, playlists that i love btw) are glorifying bad thing a lil bit too much, and even if most of us know that being a villain Is BAD (at least i hope), there are some YOUNG, GULLIBLE and easily MANIPULATED people here , people that would start glorifying real life villains (and it already exist, serial killers have fans, not people who are interested in them and into the "why" they did what they did, but people who think that what they did was cool, fun, honorable and good and that's disgusting), when we say villains, we mean murders, rapists. These things aren't human, it's not good. It's not normal and it shouldn't be banalised. Being a villain ISN'T GOOD, villains aren't people that you should take as an example, and the fact that they (maybe) went through traumas doesn't excuse ANYTHING. Please, have some respect for the actual victims of these people and people who went through shit but yet didn't turn bad, and never forget that no matter how cool they sound. Villains shouldn't be glorified. They shouldn't be encouraged."
With that being said, I want to kindly ask all of you to think before you write anything, to keep everything in the realm of fiction ♥
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00:00 UNSECRET, Liv Ash - This Is My Show
02:27 Panic! At The Disco - Let's Kill Tonight
06:01 Neoni - Giants
08:55 Set It Off - Killer In The Mirror
12:30 Oh The Larceny - Can't Stop Me Now
15:30 Generdyn, Zayde Wolf - Rule The World
18:49 ill Factor, Graham Cochrane - Came to Win
21:31 Hidden Citizens, Tim Halperin - Hungry Like The Wolf
24:51 The Federal Empire - Glory Days
27:53 Bishop Briggs - Dark Side
31:22 Nina Tribus - Beneath My Throne
33:50 Sin Shake Sin - Can't Go To Hell
37:18 The Score - Legend
40:28 Charlie & the Church - Fighter
43:44 Vo Williams - Appetite for Destruction
46:23 Oh The Larceny - Real Good Feeling
49:37 League of Legends, Cailin Russo, Chrissy Costanza - Phoenix
52:54 NUVILICES - magnus opus
56:30 All Good Things - For The Glory
01:01:10 grandson - Bury Me Face Down
01:05:02 JAXSON GAMBLE - Reckless
01:08:19 Neoni - Darkside
01:11:07 Willyecho - Smoke
01:14:42 Weathers - C'est la vie
01:17:56 2WEI, Marvin Brooks - Pushin On
Love seeing set it off in a playlist
I love how the songs I listen to are here.
Fire to the Night by Native 51, Fire by Peking duck are a couple of other bad ass tunes
All the songs, like always, are extreamly good and fit the playlist. Only playlist of yours that ive listened to and didnt like, i dont hate it though, is the second villain playlist.
Aaaaaaaaaand I got a new addiction
The coments:
95% Povs
3% About the playlist
2% Coments like this one
I feel called out-
@MelloYellow308 Mmm a variety of ways actually
The main way was to open the playlist in 8 tabs on 8 songs with 8 different speeds and volumes (.25 speed - 3.5 speed) and put play on them all at the same time and drown my thoughts in the noise which while recognizable, is not actually discernable in any way. Feels almost the same way my mind is running in the background at the speed of light but with no actual thoughts just vague impressions that I catch glimpses of but nothing that I can catch on to.
Otherwise I just vibe to the music because its a jam of a playlist lol
you know the playlist is right when the comment section is filled with villains having the time of their lives bathing in chaos and destruction.
absolutely correct
yepp :)
YESSIR
im an anti hero my moral alignment is chaotic neutral and im a intj-t and i have an obsession with shiny sparkly stuff and fire and i love playing with fire solving puzzles reading and staring at the sparkly stuff at jewlry stores im an introvert and i hate people becase they are super anoying most of the time
Same I like sparkelly too
You laughed as the world continued to burn. You couldn’t wait to play in the ashes.
This one hit deep. Nice way with words!!
u deserve a medal for making me feel like a badass
you right
This is the type of stuff I quote every day thank you
Bath in the blood of your enemies💃✨
"I have turned 100,000 worlds to dust. I'm looking for those who robbed me of my glory, I will stride across their bones and all of existence shall be mine."
-Darkseid
This gives me
"If everyone's gonna see me as the villain then I might as well be one hell of a good one" vibes, love it
The villainess grabs the hero’s shoulder and stabs him in his thigh.
“You’re....a... m-monster...” He struggles to make out the words through the pain.
“What defines a monster? Is it their looks? Because they don’t follow the rules other people set for them?” She takes a long pause.
“No, it’s because we don’t meet the expectations for people like you. So we go off on our own way to prove we’re worthy to the only people that matter.”
She removes the knife causing him to gasp and fall onto his knees. She walks behind him and puts the knife to his throat. She can hear his straggled breaths. She grabs his hair and pulls his head back.
“Ourselves.”
She kicks the body forward, head in her hand. She holds it away from her, noticing the look of terror on his face. She laughs and wonders how this weak disappointment the world called a hero had caused her so much pain. She tosses the head to the side and wipes her knife off on her black cloak. She hears sirens closing in on each side of the street. She looks around the alleyway and smiles, they think they have her cornered. The police come pouring out of their vehicles aiming guns at her and telling her to put her hands up. She brings them up, the police unaware what’s in her hand. She throws it down, smoke comes pouring out. The police rush in trying to find the villainess before she escapes. As the smoke disappears all they find is the hero’s decapitated body... And a black rose. Meanwhile the villainess is making her escape in the shadows
so good lol yas 4 hours late im sorry
@@playz7435 thanks! 😅
Thanks for making this story for others to read vry appreciated. :) I really liked it!
This would be such a cool opening scene for novel!!!
Is that a writer I spy?
"Did you know that hope is an odd thing? It can be as strong as a diamond yet shatter like glass. It can stick to you like glue yet roll off like oil. It can ensnare you like a spider's web yet leave you as lost as you would be in a labyrinth."
Mania turned to the Priestess who walked in black robes and a clerical collar. "I will be the last ruler. Ever." She resumed gazing out at the sunset, the stars beginning to sprout in the rich soil of the twilight, the sun only an echo through the sky with its pinks, reds and blues. "All other rulers will be eradicated," she gesticulated a person with her hand, mounted by two fingers for legs. The light of the sun passed through a filter of still bushes and made a road of illuminated dots along the balustrade. Her fingers hopped from dot to dot and expunging the light, but when her fingers hopped to the next, the light didn't return, sending an ominous chill down the Priestess' spine. "Until only I remain."
She looked at him, a psychotic glint in her eyes. "Do you really believe that heroes can have a happy ending?"
Peter glanced at her from his chains. "Yes, and I'm determined to save yo-"
"SAVE me? Do you really believe that villains are unhappy? Please, I'm ruling the world in shoes I can't walk in, what else could I ask for? Betrayal is a bitch, but so is karma." Marissa sneered, straightening her black dress coat, which hid her weapon.
His gaze didn't waver. "You're mistaken. Is this actually what you want?"
"Of course it is. This world will descend into chaos, and I will be their savior and their fall. This world you love so much will crumble-"
"What happened to the girl I used to know? Marissa, this isn't you. I know you."
She was irritated by his interruptions, but still managed a cackle. "Mary Stellar is dead. It's Queen Marissa, or Your Majesty to you."
Peter was about to protest, but stopped when he saw a guard ready, most likely taking him to the dungeons. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't take me there-"
Marissa ignored him and took out her sword, which was incredibly shiny in her black velvet gloves. She pointed it at his throat. He gulped.
"I wasn't born to be a hero , I was born to say the most iconic lines whilst everything goes into utter chaos."
Wow, just beautiful 😥😭🥰
Just casually writing novels in the comment section
i would read this book. I want more T^T
The last line was pure perfection, just *chefs kiss*
is this a line from a book? (if so whats the name? sounds like a great book)
Yeah, I have to do it.
In a dark bar, hidden from the prying eyes of "proper" society, villains gather to socialise and discuss with each other the malicious activities they have committed recently. Amongst the regulars there is a rule; "no bragging".
There were many reasons for this rule, but the main one was that the bartender was tired of listening to a bunch of blustering.
Of course, the young upstarts seemed to think that obeying the rules of quiet spaces goes against the very principle of being villains, so from time to time, there would be those who would wish to brag.
"Can you believe what a villain I am?" One of the newest ne'er-do-wells said as he walked into the bar. "I held a school full of kids for ransom and once I received my payment, I just burned it down anyway!"
The regulars weren't impressed. To be classed as a regular, you had to become quite the experienced villain, avoiding the ones who sought justice, or merely bloody vengeance. Killing kids and going back on a promise was a fast track to ending up being found washed up in the bay. You became a regular by not sucking as a villain.
"Killing kids for a few measly dollars?" Another newbie chimed in, obviously wanting to start a bragging match. "I'll just tell my pawns on the city council that the next time you pull a stunt like that, they're not to negotiate with you."
Oooh. Bribing city officials, how droll. The only people in city hall not in the pockets of everyone in this bar, (at least twice) were the janitors and that's because they had formed their own evil cabal.
"You two are just small fry compared to me!" Another amateur chimed in. "I have blackmail material on the chief of police! She is my pawn!"
Several regulars had to stifle their laughter. Oh what 'blackmail' material was it this time? Her three secret lovers? Her collection of crochet bondage gear? Her addiction to collecting the first printing of vinyl records between the years 1984 and 1986? Please. That was just one of her games to hide her villainy from the ignorant. The only reason she wasn't hear tonight was because it was Wednesday and it was her crochet club night.
The bartender had heard enough of this pathetic bragging and brought her baseball bat down upon the bar.
"You three are are pathetic!"
The three wannabe villains looked at the bartender in surprise, a woman they had come to see as stoic and unflappable, but here she was, about to lay down the law.
"Evil? Bah. I scrub more evil things from the floor of the mens room."
"Sorry Debbie." Someone called out from the back.
"You want to see the true nature of villainy, look up and cower in *fear*."
The bartender gestured up at the highest point above the bar with her bat where a silhouette hung in a gold frame, beneath it the name Sunsetdreams was written.
"Who the hell is that?" One of them asked.
"The silhouette of villainy. They have done things that make what everyone else here seem pale in comparison."
"Well what did they do?"
Oh, the regulars had heard this story many times before, some even from the perspective of the boastful rookie. They tucked themselves into their seats, aware of what evil was about to be told.
"They made villain playlists on TH-cam."
"That... doesn't sound scary."
"For one of them, they used a cassette player for the animation."
"You aren't selling them as a villain."
All the regulars shivered as they awaited the final act of evil as the bartender leaned in close to these upstart fools.
"The tape, it played backwards."
I love this!!! I like how you used sunsetdreams and made her sound like a villain!!
@@marcusbrennand7775 This way no one will notice that I'm actually wrong.
This is one of the best ones I've read yet! Can we have more?
and that's when I died
Your villain playlists are amazing.
Thank u! I'm so happy u think so, and enjoy them ❤️
I luv ur pfp
@@thaisacattoor1636 Thanks
@@saturnine7622 BROCCOLI HEAD GANG GANG
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He finally had reached the top of the building. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He held up the half dead woman. "Its beautiful. Is it not?" He cocked his head towards her, "answer me, you imbecile."
"P-put me down, you monster," She choked.
"Put you down? Gladly!" He through her off the building, and then stared at the burning city in front of him. He grinned, bursting out into laughter. The door up to the top of the building busted open.
"Put your hands where we can see them! Now!" The officer pointed the gun at him. Others cornering him in, so he couldn't escape. But little did they know..
"Make me," He took a step back, falling off the building. The officers rushing to look, and to their surprise, he was gracefully falling down, as the building collapsed. He knew didn't he? He knew the building would collapse once the police had arrived. But why? Why go through all that just to kill himself in the end?
"Well that's a secret I'll never tell."
So anyway- I SUCK AT MAKING STORIES BAHAHHA- but this playlist was just amazing
Mate what do you mean you suck at making stories, this is dark, bada**, and I totally love it.
This is amzing! You are so good at this!
‘I suck at making stories’ ~ this is amazing though😭
Hum hello any Wattpad account ? I felt in love
@@elsalacombe7177 Oop- I forgot it sorry lol- I'll get back to u when i remember
Don't mind me just waiting for the talented writers to show up.
So early that copyright hasn’t even swooped in yet to make it have ads’
It’s almost unbelievable how my music taste matches with your playlists every time. I’ve found so many great songs thanks to you. Sending love from Europe
Ah I'm so happy to was I was able to introduce new songs to u ❤️im glad u enjoy them. Sending love from Europe as well ^^
@@sunsetdreams Also I´ve just discovered one song that I think would fit perfectly into a villain playlist, so if you´re planning on making another one, you can check it out it´s called "Do Bad Well" (feat. Nevve) by KSHMR ^^
how is your tooth gap
You kept laughing and laughing while the scenery in front of you was burning up in flames.
"I feel sorry for you." - a voice behind you said.
You turned around and looked at the figure of your brother standing there.
"Look at me twice and see if i care."
You turned again towards the burning city.
"See this? This is what I've always wanted to see."
- "Why? Why is it you who wants evil upon this peaceful city?"
"All this 'peaceful' city did was give me pain. All I'm doing right now, is paying it back."
- "Loved sibling of mine, I don't think we can keep going at this rate."
An another hysterical laugh.
"As I've already said, I don't care. You and every one of these mortals can burn in ashes. I've had enough."
- "Bu-"
"Feel the pain I've felt for years. If I could get through it, I don't see why you can't."
Now, still laughing hysterically, you point a gun towards your brother who had, not only done something he shouldn't have to you, but made your childhood hell, and shot.
"Is that good enough for you brother?"
The sun wasn't still down but, the whole, once lively city, is now nothing but burned ashes.
"Time to go start a new life. In the hell i made."
I absolutely love this
Wow that's actually amazing!!! Well done :3
*The quote I'm going to be using in this tidbit:*
*'I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.'*
*-Criss Jami, Killosophy*
He strode toward her, his steps annoyingly smooth. His long, black cloak, a fabric of pure darkness, swished around his feet, glinting as he walked, collecting ash and grime from the battlefield. He longed to be rid of her coy smile, her heroic stunts; but he would be nothing without her.
'You- you... Villain!" She exclaimed, hurt reflected in her glistening eyes. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in uneven spurts.
He said nothing, only smirked. He waited in silence as she collected herself. He could lash out at her right now, he'd win the fight if he did.
He didn't, however. The fight was unbalanced: Him at his best, her vulnerably weak. Not very fair; not very fun.
'I... I understand.' She breathed, her voice a silky smooth mesh. He craved to give in, to leave everything behind, but he didn't. Giving in would only be repeating the sins of his past. To him, fighting for her was a blissful mask of sin. One he ached for, but wouldn't give in to. 'You only need help!' She continued, ever so exasperating. 'I can succor you, if only you permit me!'
'Oh, Darling.' He finally whispered, his voice lowered but playful. 'Let me put it in a way you'd understand.'
She eyes him in a cautious sense of curiosity. When he uttered the words, however, a ripple of fear spread across her face. That was when she knew the end was nigh.
'I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.'
*Feel free to tell me what you think!*
*clap clap clap* omg this is actually amazing. I love it so much.
@@Jus43 Thank you so much!
this is perfect
*chefs kiss*
@@theplantgirlie Thank you so much!!!!
This was so Amazing! You'd make a great writer! If you already are I bet you're an amazing one!
I'm at this point where I'm getting all my energy to do anything from villains Playlists and you're single-handedly fueling my entire day. thank you !
♥♥ i'm glad to provide. And honestly, same. I sometimes surprise myself with how much work I can do in like an hour of listening to this type of music, haha
01:11:07 This gives me villain Katsuki Bakugou vibes and I'm living for it-
hella excited for that part
me, who is basically addicted to setting things on fire (but only paper for now, I'm broke)
*happy noises*
Me too!
My fellow pyromaniac, I want to watch the work burn from the top of the Eiffel Tower than burn with it.
@@beansthecat4142 Me too
???? wow let's romanticize pyromania now you guys are sooo cool
@@lokkju14 idk if this was sarcastic but, correct. Fire is the most romantic thing I can think of.
Ah yes, I can almost hear the inspiration sinking into my brain.
Story time:
Kieran audibly scoffed as Jack struggled to stand.
“Oh, c’mon! Whatever happened to “I’m a Hero- I’m going to finish this”? It seems to me like you’re just getting your ass handed to you.” Kieran twiddled his thumbs, resting on a piece of debris.
“You just won’t accept the hand I’m offering. You’re still as insane as you always have been. Since this whole Hero and Villain schtick,” Jack huffed in and out of staggered breath.
“Oh, my friend, you have no idea what insane is. And you couldn’t stop it or change it if you wanted to.” Kieran half-laughed.
Kieran walked over to Jack, messing with the knife he hid in his sleeve.
“So.. what’re you waiting for.” Jack sputtered, “If you want to kill me, get it over with.”
“No. I’d like to toy with you a bit first. Mess with that little brain of yours.” Kieran almost laughed.
Jack opened his mouth to speak but Kieran instinctively put a hand over Jack’s mouth, muffling his voice. Kieran clicked his tongue, using his free hand to pull out his hidden blade.
“Don’t move too much. I just want to have some fun. And I want to make you look beautiful. Just. Like. Me.” Kieran drew out each word, placing the cold metal against Jack’s cheek.
“Welcome to my world, Jack. And there will be no escape.”
I know this wasn’t exactly the best, considering it’s a bit of a rewrite of an old snippet of story I wrote a while back but I tried 😂😂😂
@@dupwolfdalton273 uhh, more please-
@@rayadoodle I’m glad you liked it!! Thanks!
When you were a child you always dreamed of becoming a hero. Now that your older you understand why everyone becomes a villain.
Credits to the quote at the end, unfortunately I don't remember who wrote it as I copied it into a quote place on 17/02, but all the credits of this quote go to them.
Using the description, I made it less villain and more into a young villain re-thinking their plans.
You walked through the darkened, empty streets, inspecting the damage, your eyes darting around. Did everyone survive? You know you never meant to go this far...hopefully the empty streets meant they did. Too young you were..no excuse. You knew from the start you shouldn't of followed them into the dark grasp of what a "villain" was meant to look and act like. Now though, you wanted to change. You wanted the innocence back. They couldn't of stolen it forever. You refused to believe that. Through all this, you reached the edge of the town. You gave a small, yet happy, no not evil, smile. Tracks were on the road. They made it out.
As someone, well maybe more, but you heard from only one this. They always said at the end of these types of stories "Villains only become villains...only because there was no one to save them."
You would be saved soon? You hoped.
My original story before reading description. Credits RogueVideoRaven for last sentence. "You laughed as the world continued to burn. You couldn’t wait to play in the ashes."
You bit your nails, rolling your eyes. Why did it have to take so long? Impatience burning inside, you swung down in the flames and strolled through the streets, the heat dangerously close to you. Smoke stung your throat but you continued, just a little longer. Eventually when the fire got too much, you scaled up the nearest building. A giggle erupted from you. Survivors? Who knows, who cares?!
You laughed as the world continued to burn. You couldn’t wait to play in the ashes.
This is so good. You always make the best villain playlists
Aw thank u so much ❤️
Ian looked over his shoulder to see her glaring out over the fire in which the world was to burn.
“Don’t worry, love. You’ll join them soon.”
“This isn’t you. What happened to your laugh and your smile?” Ian was worried for his girlfriend.
“You’re the so called hero, I’m the villain. I still have my laugh. But I only smile, WHILE CHAOS REIGNS!”
Ian looked over to the young girl with shimmering brown hair and golden honey eyes.
“Ali please talk to me. What changed? Why are you doing this?”
“You know exactly why I’m doing this. You know who caused this. And it was worth it. SHE SHOWED ME WHO I AM!”
Ian took Ali’s wrists and her gaze from the fire,
“Is this really about my sister?”
“Of course! She showed me what the world thought of me. And she was right! I really should thank her for this, don’t you think?” Her glowing eyes and her psychotic smile so contrasting, yet so alluring.
“I guess you should, but let’s see how much fun you can have with me by your side instead of against you,” Ian wrapped his arm around Ali’s waist.
“Let’s watch the world BURN!”
Trigger warning: Blood, gore, mentions of death
Her voice clicked off of the walls; like a scratching on a board. It was everything that everyone feared. She had no mercy and no fear. None could defeat her; no matter how hard they tried. She was always one step ahead. Everyone claimed she was just that evil, but the truth was that she could see into the future. She knew what people would do before they did it.
~Seventeen years before~
Violet smiled and plucked the flower from the ground. She giggled; her sweet voice echoing through the empty space around her. She looked around; flowers as far as the eye could see. It was bright and joyous. No sight of anything bad or cruel. Or at least that was what she could see. If one was to look behind her; she would see the burning village. The screams of peoples terror had faded, because everyone was dead.
Violet was seven at the time of this accident; she had dropped a lit lantern on the ground. It went downhill from there. Her whole village burned to the ground; most people died in their surprise. When people caught word they journeyed over to the village. Some saw Violet and thought she had escaped, others blamed her for the fire. That was the first time Violet saw the future.
Her eyes blurred; tears streaking down her cheeks. She screamed out and stumbled back away from the strangers. She could see them burning her, Alive. She could see as they all shook their heads as she screamed in pain. Violet turned and ran. She ran away from the truth, she ran from the evil people, she ran until she couldn't anymore.
As she grew up she kept seeing people that would yell at her, hurt her, kill her. And everytime she ran away; until she realised that she couldn't run forever. She had to fight back, and stay alive. She learned to harness her power in a way that she could use to her advantage. She killed everyone in her path, and found that she loved it. Village after village she would conquer; taking down each 'hero' they sent her way.
~Present time~
"No! Please.... Don't-"
His voice caught in his throat as she raised him from the ground. Her hand wrapped around his neck; he thrashed around for a while. Her eyes glittered with joy as she watched the life drain from his body.
Suddenly she heard a sickening scream echo around the dungeons. Violet smiled and carefully made her way down the hall. Her heels clicking on the hard marble floor. Every step she made her laughter grew louder and louder; her malicious laughter would make anyone feel sick to their stomach. She clicked her tongue and leaned over slamming her hand against the metal bars on her prisoners cage.
The loud rattling from the bars made the prisoner jerk to look wide eyed at their captor. They stumbled back; their back crashing against the hard rock wall. Violet chuckled, and twirled a knife in her hand. The small knife cut her finger, but she didn't seem to mind. The blood dripped from her hand, and down onto the perfect marble floor. The prisoner cried out.
"NO!"
"Yes."
"Who hurt you?"
Violet grew angry and she swung the gate open aggressively. Her eyes raged; fire seemingly burning behind them.
"No one dear..."
She neared closer grabbing the chains that wrapped around the prisoners ankles and wrists. She yanked them and snickered.
"I was born with an insatiable appetite for destruction."
She said as she lifted the knife in her hands; her own blood dripping down her arm onto the knife. The prisoner opened their mouth, but nothing came out. Their body crumpled to the floor, and blood pooled around them. Violet closed her eyes seeing the fire again.
"But villains aren't born... they're made."
She leaned down and picked up the dead body; not minding the blood that got onto her dress.
"YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS!"
She screamed throwing the body against the wall. She huffed calming herself and walked from the cage. Her heels clicking on the hard marble floor. Her tracks marked with blood.
Holy hell, you made basically an entire story! This is amazing! Yet only 33 likes and no comments telling ya how great it is? Lemme fix that real quick! :D
POV. This is my first one, so no judgement.
She laughed as she watched the flames started devouring everything and everyone who had hurt them.
"How could you do this!? We cared for you! You were so happy! What happened?"
She turned around to look at the man she had once considered a friend and screamed, "Are you really that clueless? You thought I was just some innocent good girl who was happy and oblivious to everything!? I was beat, thrown down and silenced! I tried to tell you! I tried to cry out, but no one would listen! I had to watch silently as my father hurt everyone I loved! And you helped him. When I tried to make it known... I was exiled. I was never happy!"
Ashlyn turned back to the flames and laughed again. "Besides, how could you be upset? Everything you love is going up in flames! Flames! Can't you see the beauty!? It could be worse. SO much worse. I've always loved to watch things burn. Now I get to watch everything that you believe is precious go up in that beautiful fire!"
"You're crazy! Don't you care about your family anymore!? Your friends!? How could you become such a--a villain!?" Ashlyn thought Jasper looked so pitiful as the tears streamed down his dirty face.
"Oh, please! I have everyone I need!" She told him as she gestured to her sister and the graves at her side. The tombstones read the names and dates of her mother, brother and friends. "It's your fault that they're dead anyways! Yours and Father's." With that, she sat at the edge of the cliff with her little sister, leaned back against her mother's tombstone and watched the fire burn with a smile on her face.
This was fun! Pls tell me what you think!
“I thought you’d be down there, saving all the desperate people in need of your help,” I said, as the hero joined me on a rooftop overlooking the city’s demise. Scorched buildings were the only remains as the fire spread.
“I would’ve thought you’d be dead. By some stroke of luck, you’re not. Although that won’t last long.”
I laughed. “That wasn’t luck. That was my plan, full of careful choices, all to bring us to this moment.“
He smirked. “I’m sure you had a plan. But in the end, you were going to fall and I was going to reign supreme. It’d be smart to admit your defeat now.”
“I won't. You’re the hero after all; you need to keep winning every fight, while I only need to win once.”
The figure looked me up and down before saying, “Righttt. I’m very intimidated now.”
“You seem awfully cocky for a hero.”
He stepped closer. “What are you gonna do about it, kill me?”
I grabbed his neck and looked directly into his eyes, while holding the gun pointed at his head. I tilted my head forward and chuckled. “May I have the honours?”
*gunshots*
Ayo that was good! I loved the "May I have the honours?" So much!!
He talked by my eyes, face to face, "when you were 10, you said you wanted to be a hero, now look at you."
A giggle escaped from my lips, "What do you see?"
"A villain," he hissed as respond.
Stepping closer to him, I grab his chin, "well.. I just know my side,"
"I miss the old of yours." He stared into my eyes, looking for an innocent gaze I used to give for everyone.
He struggling against your little witchling tricks that tortured him. He just hissed, not even bother beg you to kill him
You turned, twirling the dagger to his face playfully "listen well, son of a bitch."
A manic grin spread across your face, and your eyes lit up with unknown source of power - or another thing -
"Your innocent little girl, has gone.. dead"
Even the time passed differently here, the blood still stained in your clothes. But it doesn't let your mischievous smile went off, similar to your brother's.
"Now you did it, sister." As you turned, a slender figure walked closer, Loki, The God of Mischief - and Revenge -
"Well done, you have decapitated your own friend," as he speak in monotonous tone and gazed upon the dead body of the prince.
You smiled wide, your eyes sparked by an unknown energy. As your brother have his right arm in your shoulder "well, that's my sister,"
"Adopted," you sarcastically laughed
He hold your wrist and let the green glowing things do the job to vanish the blood stain.
"So, my little sister knew how to pay revenge, isn't she?" he playfully questioning your mind.
"I prefer to call it returning the favor," you sent the last gaze to his body before you followed your brother's step, "for what he have done to our kingdom."
You both walked away
"Now, shall we take over what is our birthright?"
As a glimpse of blue and green glow left both of you in your armors and weapons
And your brother set the room on fire. Leading you to the next building to make another chaos. Another revenge.
"I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curb" - the joker.
You grin as looks of shock and horror and betrayal turn to you, who stood behind all of them. Ironic, as you had metaphorically stabbed them in the back. You tilted your head up and grinned to the high ceilings of the throne room. If you looked down in your peripheral you could see the empty throne, "You should look at your faces."
You moved your head to take a long look at all of them, "What? You think you can beat me and torture me and I would just roll over and forgive and forget? That You could command me to do your bidding, and I would follow your orders like a dog?"
The King took a steps closer to you before one of his - no /your/ - men stopped him, "What? Let go of me! I am your King!"
You start laughing. It starts as a chuckle, before is raises and gets higher. Until it turns into a cackle. The guard closest to you steps forward with a sword, but you disregard him, laughing and laughing and lau- the kings head rolled across the floor. You were now facing the side of the throne room, and could see your men rushing into the room. The sword in you hand dripped blood onto the pristine floors to your left, and the headless kings blood spilled behind you. You tilted your head to the side and murmured, "You can't be a King without a head, now can you?"
"Y/N! This is treason!" Your father rushes towards you, but you step his attacks aside and slid the sword through his back, you kept your head down and your eyes trained on the floor as you pulled the sword out of your fathers back. You looked up to give the rest of the Kings Council a sharp smile, before you looked past them. Past, past, past towards a woman who now sat carelessly on the throne, her legs crossed, her crown tilted on her head, her elbow leaning on the arm of the throne, her cheek resting on her fist.
You gave her a mocking bow, "The King is dead, long live the Queen."
She stood, in the center of the dark field, surrounded by her enemies. She smiled and wiped her sword clean, for her enemies could no longer touch her, she'd taken care of that. Her dress, a mix of velvety darkness and pearly blood flowed in the wind as she gracefully walked from the field of destruction. She came upon the queen, laying on the ground still alive somehow.
"I'm sorry darling, but this crown is mine now"
She plucked the crown from the ground next to the woman, and delicately cut her sword through the woman. Now there was no one to fight her rule, she was in her rightful place. With the blood on her sword she painted the pink gems on the crown red and placed it on her head.
Now she could really shine, smiling she got on her stallion, black as the midnight sky, and rode away to her new kingdom.
More stories cuz ✨ yes ✨
Their eyes were filled to the brim with fear and I was smirking In he fluorescent lighting.
“Please, we can talk this out!” He called.
It almost seemed he was buffering.
“Please, you didn’t give me a chance when I asked and begged, and now that your life is in my hands you beg for mercy? I don’t think so.”
I pulled down a lever and my black velvet gloves patted together quickly, swiping up and down.
“You’ll have fun, I promise.” I whispered.
Grabbing a can of oil, I poured it around the tied up chair and up to his legs.
“Don’t do this! Your better than this! What happened to the girl I used to know?”
I snickered.
“The girl you ‘used to know’ took a long walk off a short pier. And you helped her there. Now it’s big sisters turn.”
Fire flamed up against the edges of the chair legs.
Almost a feeling I’ve regret ran through me. It was too late now though, the fire reached his legs. He was huffing and hyperventilating as fast as humanly possible.
He deserved it. He killed my family. Right? I saw it happen, and my parents were harmless. A question came over me, and I needed an answer.
“Water flowed through the oil and chair, killing the fire’s spirit.
“Why did you kill them?”
He hesitated.
“Your parents didn’t like you.”
“How do you figure that huh?”
*“They didn’t like people with more power than them.”*
Ok, that ending is the kind that makes you hesitate after reading it, this was written very well, yes yes
The last line.. it quite vell describes humans...
just a suggestion: put "they were gonna kill you" instead of "your parents didn't like you" :) other than that I absolutely love it
Omg I live for these villain and hero playlists!!! THANK YOUUU!!!
_I apologise in advance for the bad pov, I'm so tired, but I still wanted to write something because I love this too much
bruh I was gonna suggest appetite for destruction but its already here. These playlists are epic.
'Hell is my blade,' his eyes cold as they pierced her gaze, freezing her in place. 'And I'm not afraid to make the heavens bleed with it.'
He leaned forward , his faces barely inches away from hers.
A cruel smile twisted his handsome features. He took a step back and slowly opened his hand, his eyes never straying from Elena's.
A small piece of crinkled yellow paper fluttered to the ground.
'Remember this? Here is where you wrote your oath to stick by my side.' He shrugged.
'Seems like you died-oops, you lied. Not died. That's what you're going to be doing soon.' He turned on his heel and walked out the onyx door, his polished black shoes making a shark klack on the marble floor.
Dude I don’t know what I was expecting for this playlist but that first song was not it. I know exactly what this playlist is suggesting and I fucking love it.
You’re the villain, and you *know* that you’re the villain. Let’s have some fun.
doing my homework has never felt more chaotic uwu
"Oh, so I'm supposed to be on your side? Just because you found out a few secrets?" Morningstar threw back his head and cackled loudly, the sound echoing around his cell. The chains that bound him to the wall shook, and he stood, the chains pinning him, his hands sealed in metal clasps. He walked forward as far as he could, straining to get closer to Raphelle as she stood opposite him, her on the free end of the bars that separated them. She stared back at him coolly. "I know that you and Arachins are never going to join sides again. Morningstar, your fight is over. Give up." Morningstar's head hung, the hood of his robes falling forward, masking his face. He suddenly looked up, a new red glint in his eyes, grinning. "Oh dear sweet Nebula Warrior, don't you understand? Doesn't matter what brought me here. I maimed my brother so he wouldn't win the race. Now? I'm simply cutting a new path from the racetrack. I'll get out of here. And when I do? Despite evreything that has happened to me, I will be the first to light the match and watch. you. burn." Morningstar began to cackle again, and Raphelle stepped back. This wasn't good. The chains were breaking. Suddenly, with a loud snapping sound, the chains snapped, and Morningstar flew forward, his long fingers wrapping around the bars. Before Raphelle could react, he had pried them open, stepping through. "And so begins the reign of the Fallen Prince," he said softly. "Now, bow to your new king."
Me sitting at work listening to this playlist. Suddenly Phoenix comes up, sudden urge to perform dramatically
Me going back to work with this song stuck in my head
*fly fly phoenix fly*
I can never get enough of these
"Come now, you call me a 'villain', like I have some reason for my actions...
Aren't we all allowed to have our own fun~? Hehehehehahahaha...!"
He smiled evily. "They will all kneel before my throne whilst I slaufghter them, one by one. Its been ten years, do you understand that? TEN YEARS! But I will get my revenge-" He stopped, his gaze dropped, he seemed to zone out. After a few seconds he resumed pacing around. "-I will avenge her" I sighed. "Father, please just let me-" He slapped me before I could finish. It wasn't my burning cheek that brought the tears to my eyes, it was the fact that that was the last bit of him gone. I had fully lost him to the madness. "NO," he screamed. "They brainwashed you, these beasts know magic, these inhuman, unnatural monsters, these murderers-" I snapped the ropes tieing me to the chair, breaking the wood in the process. It stopped his ramble. His mad gaze met my cold stare. I couldn't go back. I slowly took off my hood, dropping the cheap fabric. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly unfolded my wings. I could feel their tips brushing against the stone, could fell the could air against the skin that was used to the warm clothing. I bared my fangs at him. "She wasn't killed, she jumped." I watched him crumble, watching his maggoty brain trying to process it. "You have one last chance: Stop this or you will go down with them."
“Beautiful isn’t it?” You ask voice practically purring at the sight of the raging inferno consuming all that stood before its fiery maws. The screams for help and mercy igniting a rush of pleasure spreading throughout your veins. The urge to laugh out in glee at the utter chaos you caused with a little flame.
The small size growing quickly to that of a living breathing dragon. The flames easily engulfing the building without a care for the scars it would leave behind. It’s roar pushing your lips up into a wide smile, while your cheeks flushed in excitement. Your breath stilling as the flames licked at the surrounding buildings with an insatiable need to sate its own hunger. But, your adoration for the carnage was rudely interrupted by the fools who could not appreciate the beauty of destruction.
“There is nothing beautiful about this!” Someone yelled out before roughly grabbing the front of your shirt. Eyes filled with fear and righteous anger boring into you, breath fanning against your face causing your eyes to narrow and lips move into a snarl.
And with a swift move you twisted the mans arm behind his back making him cry out in pain. His legs giving out with a harsh kick to their backs allowing you to lower your head down to his ear. And with a far to icy tone you spoke as softly as a lover would, “I don’t appreciate you breathing in my face.”
And with the smallest amount of pressure there was a sickening crack which had the man howling out in pain. His screams urging the others to beg for your mercy. Urging you to cease your torment and leave them in peace. To put an end to the living fire you gave birth to. And all you did was laugh at their pathetic pleas.
“And why would I do that? After all, where peace exist chaos will always follow.”
Может ради интереса начать переводить все эти истории на русский? А то без знания английского не проберешься.
Using this to help me get into the head space of writing a necromancer who is friends with a white mage, and it is working so well! Thanks for a great playlist
I love how before this I get an ad about really happy stuff and kids toys lmao
"Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated." -Confucius
What I'm learning from these videos is that I was always the villain I just didn't know it.
''if I was able to destroy the world, I would have done so earlier''
I would like to say that there's a lot of unaccepting parents in this one. If that's a trigger or it makes you uncomfortable in any way please don't force yourself to read it.
Thank you!
Skadra sighed, placing one hand on her father's shoulder. Authun gazed down at the man from where they perched on a rafter high above the captured leader.
"Skadra."
"Father." Both of their tones were cool, hiding simmering anger on one side and smug satisfaction on the other.
"You sided with them? With the people that tore our family apart?"
"Technically, Authun is also our family. You know this, father dear." Skadra yanked a chair forward from its place at the grand table, the feet screeching over the polished wooden floor. "Take a seat."
"What?"
She yanked him to his feet by his bound hands, ignoring the fact that he stood at least a head above her smaller stature. Skadra tossed him into the chair with a particularly harsh gust of wind, floating over the table and taking a seat opposite him.
Authun leaped down from their perch, rolling across the floor before sitting down at the head of the table. Skadra sent a small nod in their direction, but her father didn't have the same dignity.
He lunged out of his seat towards Authun, even though he didn't get very far. Within half a second, he was slammed back into his seat by a roaring burst of wind. He snarled, turning to send a poisonous gaze at his daughter.
"You're one of them?" Skadra tilted her head, hand outstretched from where she'd thrown him into the chair.
"I'm a lot of things, Father. You'll have to specify."
"One of those witch monsters. Like the one that killed your mother." Skadra's face tightened at the mention of her mother. She let out a low, rumbling growl from the back of her throat.
"I don't think I have the right to call myself a witch. That requires a lot of training that I don't have."
"So you're just a monster, then." Authun narrowed their eyes at the man, clenching their jaw.
"One might think you're describing yourself if you keep that up." In response, their captive turned to address Authun with a chastising look in his eyes.
"You don't worry too much boy. Once I've killed this witch you'll be free of her spell."
"Child, not boy." Skadra cut in, voice as cold as her artic winds.
"My mistake." He acknowledged, raising his hands slightly. "Even so, you needn't worry. I'll have her taken care of soon enough.
"So what, you'll execute me for doing your job better than you?" Skadra scoffed, letting a small hiss escape from between her teeth. "Just because I'm technically illegal where you rule means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
"Some places would herald me as a goddess made flesh, or some kind of prophesied savior."
"That's not how we do things here."
Skadra slammed a fist on the table, a blast of wind snaking its way through the grand hall. "So you're admitting it was just your bigotry that makes you so intolerable of things you don't understand?"
"Why you-"
"If you knew when she was a child, what would you've done?" Authun cut in, voice cool and somehow detached.
He turned to glare at Authun, his dark gaze smoldering over the short distance. "I would've burned her like any other witch. Why should you care? She's one of your supposed mortal enemies, made to inherit the battles of our ancestors."
Authun's eye twitched, betraying his thinning patience. "Skadra and I have come to an... agreement of sorts."
"What, she 'blesses' your people by making them into monsters? They're bloodthirsty, mindless bea-"
He choked on his words as the air around his throat tightened.
Skadra snarled, one hand held up in a clawed grip. "I don't need you."
"Are.. you sure.. about that?" He gasped out, hands clutching at his neck.
"The family business can survive through one of our more, ah, estranged branches." Authun shrugged, examining one of their nails. "And I'm better at pulling strings. Skadra here is a much better candidate for the head of the family."
"You would've handed it off to one of my cousins, anyhow. You don't think me capable of something this grand." Skadra hissed, gripping his throat tighter. He clawing got more frantic as he could see his vision start to go gray around the edges.
"I do so hate to have to tell you this, but now that I'm in charge some big changes are going to be made around here. Starting with you."
His eyes widened, panic settling in. No one would miss him. And if the next generation didn't have a use for him... well, the policy was to get rid of dead weight.
"Goodbye, Father." Skadra levitated him out of his seat, letting him float a few inches above the floor. His head tilted back until all he could see was the rafters.
The bite of cold steel sunk into his carotid, wrenching open the vital arteries with almost savage glee. Blood flooded from both sides of his throat as he collapsed to the floor, eyes staring up in disbelief.
The last thing he saw was the horrid grin of a woman he'd long thought dead.
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I love these playlists, some reccomendations though,
Thousand Foot Krutch - Courtsy Call
Nine Lashes - Anthem Of The Lonely
The EverLove - I'm Dangerous
Zayde Wolf - Gladiator
The Ready Set - Killer
Asking Alexandria - Not The American Average
Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow
WAR*HALL - King Of The World
Zayde Wolf - Rule The World
Avenge Sevenfold - Hail To The King
Blacklite District - We Are The Danger
Thirty Seconds To Mars - This Is War
Avenge Sevenfold - This Means War
Thousand Foot Krutch - War of Change
Thousand Foot Krutch - Let the Sparks Fly
Nickleback - Burn It To The Ground
Written By Wolves - Let It Burn
Thousand Foot Krutch - E For Extinction
All Good Things - Fight
Awaken the Giant - I Fooled You
Nine Lashes - Never Back Down
Foo Fighters - The Pretender
Bring me the Horizon - True Friends
Cult to Follow - 10 Seconds From Panic
Cult to Follow - Leave It All Behind
From Ashes to New - My Fight
Written by Wolves - Not Afraid To Die
Three Days Grace - Get Out Alive
The Score - Run Rebel Run
The Score - Can't Stop Me Now
Cult to Follow - Murder Melody
I sorta put things in order to kinda follow some sort of idea/story? As you can tell I am a huge rock/metal fan.
I used to have nightmares every night as a litle kid.. only thing that has changed is that nowdays, I rule over the monsters of my dreams... music like this realy helps me. Thank you :) I am quite paranoid so when it's dark, or I'm alone I start to panic without music.. with this music I can actualy go out at night, thank you :3
[I am never fully awake, I am dreaming constantly.. it's like living in 2 worlds at once, music helps me focus on one]
So happy that there is another one. I've listened to the other hundreds, if not thousands of times in the past month. Great music compilations. Thank you for this!
thank you sm! ♡ I'm happy to hear you like them so much
Butter stared around, her blood hair waving in the wind. Dead body all around her laid, silently. She nodded her head to the side to give her helpers a sigh to go. Suddenly a foot step made her slowly turn to the side, her oldest brother clenching his teeth in anger. “BUTTER! How could you?!” He yelled his voice with an edge to it, but almost breaking. “Oh smoke- this isn’t your decision rather they live or die. It’s mine. I kill, I live” she sighed. “I- I challenge you! I won’t back down, without a fight.” He said standing up strait. His broad shoulders intimidating. “Anybody would be fooled by your appearance, and name.” He said drawing his sword from the body of butters assistant. “Fool- think you can win? I set back your whole ARMY!” She crackled before taking off her heavy cloak. Smoke drew his hand up swooping blood from his face. His sister then stalked forward. “Villain.” Smoke muttered. “What makes me a villain? I don’t have your expectations of a hero- I do things my own way. I take what I want when ever I want.” She said. Caught off guard he let his sword
Lower. She lunged forward in a swift motion she reached slashing his stomach. He fell, his eyes wide. She pulled him to his knees, standing behind him. “We think-“
She held the knife to his neck. “ for ourself” she whispered into his ear. “You can’t control me. I am my own mind!” She snarled before pushing him forward. Her blade slashing trough his neck. He coughed looking up at her eyes. He fell forwards, limp. “Bye, smoke. You ‘here’ “ she snickered before limping away from the battle field
AHaHa I’m bad a stories- partly because I’m younger than most- anyways ye enjoy
Being young gives us better ideas, in my opinion
As he brushed his fingers across the button that would end it all, the one that'll blow up what he worked so hard on, he heard a familiar voice behind him, ancient, yet young at heart. His father.
"What are you doing?", he turned around, behind him stood a man with long blonde hair under a green and white striped hat, black crow wings jutting out from his back, and wearing a green cloak. His father was what was standing between him and his goal. His father has been absent for so long, he didn't even know if it was right to call him dad or father anymore.
"Phil..." He started, but his father cut him off.
"In L'manburg...you said" Phil crossed his arms, a mix of disbelief and disappointment, with a tiger of sadness and guilt.
"Th-This is L'man-" the villain tried to respond. No..he wasn't the villain, right? He was doing what he thought was right, but he could so easily get lost in these thoughts that sometimes, it was hard to remember who he really was. *Wilbur* a soft voice in the back of his head said, repeating it over and over again, each time getting louder and louder. Wilbur pursed his lips, and continued "Okay I will admit...do you know what this button is?" He asked.
"Uh-huh...I do..." Phil sighed.
"Have you heard the-the song...on the walls...before? Have you heard the song?", Phil looked around at the different lines of song engraved on the stone walls. Wilbur continued, "I was just saying I made this big point- and it was poignant and it was the- its a- there was a special place where men could go- but it's not there anymore, you know?" He had tears brimming in his eyes now, there was a small part of him screaming at him not to push the button, there always has been, but like all the other times, he decided to ignore it.
"It is there" Phil tried to reason with his son...could he call him his son, he failed at being there for most of his childhood. "You've just won it back, Will" Wilbur licked his lips in frustration and remained silent for a few moments.
After a pause of tense silence, Wilbur lashed out.
"PHIL IM ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON I HAVE BEEN- I HAVE BEEN HERE LIKE- 7 OR 8 TIMES I HAVE BEEN HERE". Phil winced, then sighed. Wilbur continued on "Phil..I've been here so many times-" He was interrupted by the sounds of gunshots and fireworks being fired outside the makeshift bunker they were in. "They're fighting..." Phil looked around, glancing at the lyrics carved on the walls.
"And you want to blow it all up?" He no longer sounded like a parent trying to stop his son from committing a crime, but rather, a disappointed one, disappointed at himself, that he couldn't help his son sooner than this. Wilbur let out an exasperated sigh.
"Yeah...I do...I-" Phil cut him off.
"You fought so hard to get this-this land back" Phil reminded him, trying to latch on to a thin thread of hope for his son, that he would listen.
"I don't even know if it works anymore Phil" Wilbur let out a chuckle. "I might press it, and it might not-"
"Do you really want to take that risk? There's a lot of TNT...potentially connected to that button"
"Phil..." Wilbur sighed, it was now or never. "There was a saying...by a traitor..." Wilbur's tears overflowed and went down his cheeks like mini waterfalls. "It was never meant to be" His voice cracked, and he smiled maniacally as he pushed the button. Phil rushed to his son, already knowing it was too late to undo what has been done. A moment of silence. Then explosions. Everywhere, fire burned, and one of the walls exploded from the blasts, giving both father and son, a view of the destruction before them.
"Oh, my gods..." Phil muttered in disbelief. Wilbur let out hollow gasps, taking in all the chaos he made, he enjoyed it, but it pained him so much at the same time.
"MY L'MANBURG PHIL, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY! FOREVER UNFINISHED-" Then Wilbur came to a realization. He *was* the villain, he was the bad guy. "KIll me, Phil, Phil kill me" He handed his father a sword, made out of clear diamonds.
"I-I can't- YOU'RE MY SON-" He protested.
"They're waiting for you to, they want you to" Wilbur gestured to the crowd that gathered outside of the broken wall. "Do it". There was no turning back, no redemption, no forgiveness for him, he knew it, and he knew Phil knew it too. At last, Phil drove the sword into his son's heart, staring at him in the eyes, only seeing a silent
"Thank you" escape his dying son's lips.
"Fu*ck off"
Said the person to his sanity when he he had enough.
6:01 heard Neoni and immediately got v e r y excited, amazing playlist!
that dark Hungry Like A Wolf cover is giving me whiplash
I always like clicking on these playlists to listen to while I draw my villain characters. It also serves a great source of finding new songs to add to character playlists :-]
Thank you for this
"does it really matter? after all, we are all the villain in someone else's story" you smirked, as humanity continued to destroy itself.
somehow your villan playlists are the only thing that is motivating me to study these days.
Her black dress billowed around her knees, and the silver dagger in her hand dripped with crimson blood.
"Jinny?" A voice asked behind her, calling over her maniacal laughter.
"Just on time, as always, Blake!" She said turning to the blonde boy, a maniacal glint in her eye, reflected only the same level of cynicism by her knife.
"What are you doing, Jin?" He asked, approaching her slowly, creeping around the motionless bodies being drained of their blood. Stab wounds littered their chests, heads, and arms, some even looked as if they had fought back with a bit of anger in their cold faces, whilst others looked at peace.
"Destroying the world slowly, darling! Haven't you realized?" She asked gleefully dancing around who had once been her companions but were now just some technicalities to her plans for total domination and evil.
He began to slowly back away as she turned her knife on him. His grey eyes widened in fear as it was whipped towards him, catching him in the chest with a dull thud, answered by his falling body echoing the sound. The life drained out of his body, along with his blood. His eyes turned glassy, mirroring the starry night sky.
She didn't seem even the slightest bit sad, but joyful instead. Her eyes danced with happiness and pure childlike delight. She danced and skipped around the many bodies, her toes going into the soaked ground. In the morning the soil would be red, littered with lumps that were once the bodies of people. She had an insatiable appetite for destruction and mayhem. Always had, and always will.
So pumped to hear For The Glory included!! It's a banger they play all the time on my local rock station, it totally fits!
The feeling that he cared is probably what’s keeping me sane at the moment. Really though what makes a villain bad? Is it the fact that you hurt someone? Or maybe that you want to have power and control of those weaker than you? If so then aren’t we all villains? Same goes for hero’s. They are praised for beating the villain and saving others but again he beat another person. He hurt another person for praise and the “honor” that comes with it. Really he’s just a glorified villain and to me they are the worst kind of people. A villain is often thought to be someone that needs help but now they're backed in a corner and they have to fight, feeling like they are drowning in a sea of people. The only thing that a hero does is push there head back under thinking they're helping them when really your making them more desperate to survive and to fight. Well if I have to fight someday then I sure as hell will win or have others drown with me especially those that call themselves hero's.
(Villain's view in a superhuman world)
I always thought I was a hero.
Until recently it's been more apparent that I was a hero in my own story, but always the villain in the other's.
Love this one. Just what I needed while I design 'comic book' style characters (one of which is a fallen hero/"villain").
why are the villain playlists always the best ones????
"I know you think your the villain but we don't have to be this way, we can come back from this!"
She cocks her head back irritated .
"Is that what you think? That I'm playing the villain?"
Turning towards the hero she laughs her face distorted by a sense of pity and amusement .
"I've never been the villain! This is Sterling's retribution for the years of corruption. They used me to their satisfaction and I'm just returning the favor. This city deserves to crumble."
The hero stands holding their gun firmly pointed. "Please don't make me do this.."
She smiles sickeningly sweet. "I didn't put the gun in your hand, they did. You're self righteous need to please the strangers who only worship you if you adhere to the game they play and I'm done playing."
Tears falling they pull the trigger eyes widening as they watch her pull up her hand. The sunset cascading over the city skyline from behind her as she hits the button blowing the floors beneath them. "game over."
Every day he screamed into my ears that I was not worthy and that heroes weren't meant to be flawed. Every day I covered my ears till he finally found the grace of sleep. Until one night the screaming in my head stopped- I gasped at the airy feeling of freedom. Smiling at the blood dripping off my hands and the needle I used to sew his mouth shut.
this is hella terrifying, good job!
@@certifiedlevi thank you! i use these types of playlists as writing practice
@@Ace_Of_Crows727 oooooh, me too! do you have a wattpad/ ao3 account?
@@certifiedlevi i have an a03 but i havent posted anything. i might start posting on there soon though. probably just dumb one shots me and a friend wrote in a notebook
@@Ace_Of_Crows727 BRO YOU SHOULD 100% DO THAT
Sometimes your words can't be seen by the few, but your chaos can be seen by the masses
I swear that Magnum opus by Nuvilices hits different.
The dark vibes it brings is so !!!!!!
YES!! I was so excited for this. You really have no idea how amazing your playlists are! My job is very, very monotonous and boring, and I always listen to these villain playlists. They get me through the day. Thank you so much!
ahh thank u so much for the nice words! ♡ I'm glad to provide ♡♡
You know its gonna be a good playlist when the first song is such a vibe
If anyone wants, I made a Spotify playlist with all of the songs from all 4 of these. Same name as the first video, A villian but make them the ✨main character✨
I love read comments with pov's
I’ve been looking for original non-boring audios for ages! And all of these just hit the spot! 🤩🥶
I love your villain playlists. They make me calm for some reason. They're good for vibing too also when your experiencing a bad day or just some random day.
*fasted click in the west*
I wasn't wearing my earphones but they're definitely connected to my phone, its loud enough that I can hear it even tho its quite far
Checked my volume and it was only halfway
Everyone over here making amazing stories. Me just doing my homework...
i have not heard a playlist with a set it off song in it aNd i was so happy you did :)) such a quality band and it really worked well
i have to THANK YOU, your villain playlists are fueling my creativity so GOOD, BLESS
Hey sunset could you make like a end of the world playlist. Like apocalypse?? just a suggestion
GOOD JOB :)
Half-liked eyes Giles across the scenery as sounds of chaos and destruction surrounds them as their minions playful start fires across the terrain and laughing as they scare the locals. The scent of smoke enters your nose along with the sound of a happy place crumbling under your hands. Your eyes lands on a person walking towards with a look of rage as they hold a weapon in their hand. A smile lands on your face "Ah, you like to challenge me. Why aren't you a bold one." They do not answer but charge towards you.
"If this planet did not want to be tapped, then why is it made out of fuel?"
the way I squealed when I saw hungry like the wolf
I just love how your playlist are built
Am I the only one who slowed it down a bit and immediately got chills? [I slowed it at the start of ‘Killer in the Mirror’.]
these people writing stories in the comments and these playlists are why I live.
I'm here because I like the melody of villain songs. I normally don't notice the text, but then... LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
When a hero is nocked down everyone urges them to get up and not give up when the hero does so everyone cheers but when the villain goes down everyone celebrates and tells them to give up but when they get up everyone tells them they should've stayed down that it's useless to keep fighting because the hero always wins
an Insatiable appetite for destruction accurately describes Tomura Shigaraki so I guess to quote him "Heroes And Villains Both Thrive On Violence, But We're Still Categorized... In The End, You're Just A Tool For Violence, Made To Keep Us Down. And Violence Only Breeds More Violence"
"If I'm the villain then why am I happier than you, 'hero'?"
have never seen a comment sections such as from these playlists. hobby- or aspiring writers must be really fond of villains huh
we are! they are fun to write!
"Uh, so you think you're on the right side?" The girl started to laugh, louder and louder, 'til she looked like a monster.
"Amy, you're scaring me...what are you doing with your life? Why you can't be happy?"
"Happy?!" She didn't stop to laugh "oh my god Josh, what do you know about what makes me happy?"
"Look in the mirror Amy! What do you see? A happy girl?"
Amy turned back and looked at hers reflection "I see..." she swallowed, for a moment she seemed worried "I see a beautiful young lady, ready to rule the world...I just need a crown..." she touched her head, and started to smile again "a wonderful empress"
"You are crazy!" Josh looked at her with a scary face, worried because he couldn't recognize his best friend, the girl with he grew up, the girl that he had always seen like a sister.
"I can't understand Josh, what's wrong with having fun? You said that I just need to be happy! It's not my fault if I would be happy only with a crown!"
Sorry if there are errors, but I'm not english...I hope you enjoyed! :D
oh my god, oh my god, it exist, oh my god
thank you now i have perfect day
" Kings? Oh no, darling. We are the tyrants."
"Birds of a feather do flock together, don't you think?"
- Leon Farfield.
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This playlist really reminded me of my original characters, a trio of protagonists who happen to be villains ahaha! This playlist is absolutely marvellous though