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actuallyunreal · 2 years

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Sorry if this has been asked before, but do u have any songs u associate with ur versions of the ew guys?

ahoy there! what a fun question!! :D :D :D

so i actually have a playlist for my au at least with a couple songs for each character. :3 i have to add some for the neighbors, but hey :3 (uhhh it dawned on me that you just asked for them in general and not specifically my au but honestly? i dont make too much of a distinction - but still, my bad!)

fun tip: everyones got at least one song from death of a bachelor by p!atd but i didnt put them all on the playlist because then it would be like…. 90% p!atd and thats just silly

anyway heres my ~best of~ picks or whatever!

OH ALSO if youre not into 💔😈garbage weepy edgy boys😈💔 i would not recommend reading further <3 i love silly boys but my song picks are always dramatic because i have no self control. 😊

edd: my ordinary life - the living tombstone; They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red" They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me wrecking ball - mother mother; It takes a dedicated hand To put it through the wall You gotta wanna break the heart Of all those pretty porcelain dolls You gotta want to be the drummer in the band You gotta want to be a battering ram You gotta see the artistry In tearing the place apart with me baby dont threaten me with a good time - p!atd Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" Oh, yeah, don't threaten me with a good time

tom: bad decisions - redhook; Okay, now please don't think I'm tryna glamorise all of the shit that I despise about myself 'Cause my mental health is tenuous at best from all the pressure and the stress of other people's expectations I'm crushed by the weight, so I self-medicate to escape Then I just make more mistakes, can't break this stupid cycle of self-hate dread in my heart - mother mother; Oh I wonder what it's like to be the type who doesn't burn Ya the kind who fights the good fight Not the kind you'll find fisti-fuckin-cuffin' in the dirt death of a bachelor - p!atd Do I look lonely? I see the shadows on my face People have told me I don't look the same Maybe I lost weight, I'm playing hooky with the best of the best Pull my heart out my chest, so that you can see it too

tord: heroes - emmy curie; So you wanna be the hero, kid, be adored by everyone 'Cause no one can forget you when you're the reason they have won You want the fame, the attention, but more than anything You're scared of fading to the background like you didn't mean a thing anime intro - public theatre; I couldn't help but notice your under eyes You were looking pretty skinny last night Are you even fighting I couldn't help but notice your little lies You keep saying that you'll be just fine Are you even trying Anymore now house of memories - p!atd Baby, we built this house on memories Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it And when your fantasies become your legacy Promise me a place in your house of memories

matt: emperor's new clothes - p!atd Welcome to the end of eras Ice has melted back to life Done my time and served my sentence Dress me up and watch me die If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine Dynasty decapitated You just might see a ghost tonight Double, double, double down And if you don't know now you know inferno - rain paris; Terribly terrible, she's a villain One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really Something telling me to run away

#grim au

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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the original post was getting a little long so here ya go. i immediately started cackling when i got this notification because i knew i was gonna embarrass myself. ty for the tag @curapiikt <3

rules: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims

1. don’t let the sun go down on me by elton john (but the version from rocketman)

2. fat bottomed girls by queen

3. canzoni preferite (aka the torture dance) from jojo’s bizarre adventure

4. replay by lady gaga

5. take me home tonight by eddie money

6. jesus don’t like that i’m gay but satans cool with it by lil boodang

7. what’s on your mind (pure energy) by information society

8. walkway blues by m83

9. u-turn by tegan and sara

10. shinzo wo sasageyo from attack on titan

tagging: @love-oikawa @ohno-otome @meximorrita (if y’all want to and if you haven’t done it already, of course) and anyone else who wants to do it!

#this is a pretty accurate representation of my music taste lmao #lots of classic rock and alt/indie and then BAM #my seven hour anime playlist #li the living tombstone on your playlist makes me like you more #tag games ✌️🧍🏼‍♂️

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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In This Life and the Next — Chapter 1

It was Asleep in the Veins

Summary: They remember, but you forget. You can run from the ties that bind, but it'll be right into their arms.

Pairings: Immortal!Zemo x Reader; Immortal!Steve Rogers x Reader; Immortal!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is Desi and Muslim Coded

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT; Rape/Non-Con Elements; Deeply, Deeply Dark; Character Death Involved; Dubious Consent; Dark!Steve; Dark!Bucky; Dark!Zemo; Political/Mafia Elements; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Workplace Sexual Harassment/Assault; Political Corruption; Slight Cosmic Horror

Notes: Sometimes my writing has a playlist and this time it just has a song, please enjoy Lahu Munh Lag Gaya while reading this. This is a fic that is going to be dark and as it develops, more warnings may be added. Please read at your own discretion and let me know if more things need to be tagged.

All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.

What is pride, but the precedent before the fall?

How far will you fall, sweetling, before time brings you back to me?

It is in your blood.

It is the red earth under your racing feet, the heavy humidity of promised rain, the dhol-beat of your thudding heart. You can try to run from it — you do, sometimes — but it draws you back, draws you in, draws you home.

(The further you run, the tighter we will hold you.)

The open terrace is an invitation, the waiting archway is a portal — it only takes one step.

You always do this, don’t you? Your own little game, the running. When you love wolves, you might as well make yourself prey, racing down these sun-bright halls and daring them, sweetness, daring them to reach out of the shadows and take hold.

(Run, rabbit, run, but we are patient and we are watching…)

He lives there, in the corner of your memory, a promise and a threat. I will always find you.

So let him, little treasure, and paint your skin with the memory of his fingertips. Remind him, as he reminds you.

Let him come to you, let him chase you down the ramparts and catch you in the courtyard. Let him wrap his arms around your waist and twirl you in the air, let him hear the song of your laugh I have memorized you like a prayer, whispered into the crook of your neck.

He is sweetness. He is warmth, he is a memory you treasure in the dark.

He is dead.

Pay no attention to the dark clouds on the horizon.

Pay no attention to the shadows on his face.

He will love you — don’t you see, don’t you understand how you are mine — but he will use you, little lamb, until you are spent. You are a lifetime, a fire, and he will take all the light you have to offer and you will place your tombstone in the graveyard that is his heart.

You will forget.

He will not.

The red threads can be a noose too, if you aren’t careful, and sweetling you can never be too careful around him.

So run.

Run until your legs crumple, until you are too tired to crawl. Run because once you do he will not stop.

(Lips touched lips and through them touched blood…)

He has tasted the blood of your love, sweetling, do you truly think he’ll ever set you free?

The scream comes from your own throat.

You’re awake now, bathed in the light of the morning, panting from the last vestiges of the nightmare you have woken up from every morning for the past three weeks. Frantic, you reach for your neck like you’ve done every morning for the past three weeks, searching for blood.

And like every morning for the past three weeks, your hand comes away clean.

But you remember it don’t you, the jaws around your throat, biting down until you go limp in their grip? Run, rabbit, run…

You’re so tired of being afraid.

Your alarm is set to go off in thirty minutes, but you know you won’t be able to fall asleep in that time. Groaning softly, you roll out of bed and set it to snooze for the day lest it interrupts your shower. The lies you tell yourself about clearing your head this way will guide you through the rest of your routine.

You ache. A soreness in your bones, familiar and strange all at once. Running, constantly, from something you cannot explain or articulate, dreams you mull over and fail to understand. And then waking, frantic and screaming, begging for your life to thin air before the reality sinks in and you come to terms with this false safety.

The water of the shower does little to ease it, but it’s enough. Enough to push you through the rest of getting ready, reluctantly.

This life could have, should have, perhaps even would have been a fairytale. The culmination of your strife, years of clawing your way six feet out of that grave of constant study, exhaustion embedded in your bones, all to become this. All to stand at the right hand of the Man-Who-Could-Be-President, all to bring him coffee and papers and write the talking points of his speeches and make yourself Invaluable to the Movement you are so sureyou believe in.

Were.

Were so sure you believed in.

It’s a slow siege.

One piece of armor, then the next.

(Bet that lipstick leaves a mark.)

You stopped wearing red to work, settling for neutral lip balm and pretending it didn’t leave you vulnerable.

(It’s nice of you to dress the part.)

Those tailored suits you once loved wearing so much now sit as moth food in the back of your closet as you drape yourself in the ill-fitting and ill-designed.

(You have such lovely hair.)

Lovely, sitting messily in a clip so his fingers can never run through raven tresses again.

Look at you.

Look at you, standing in the mirror. Is this what you are? Is this what you want to be? Is this what your promise and ambition have led you to become, shadowed and cowering in your clothes? Where is your violence, where is your passion, where is the fire?

Who are you now, lamb-to-the-slaughter, lost sheep, girl in the woods?

You wake, you dress, you stare at yourself in the mirror again and in your heart, weep.

Baron, welcome, thank you for coming by. The brush of a hand against the nape of your neck has you turning from your desk and the papers strewn across it, facing yet more wolves in this den of your prison. The Senator gestures for you to stand and you do, keeping your gaze from his hungry eyes as yours scan over the guests he’s brought by.

Familiar faces.

And not, all at once. You know those shapes, the sly curve of that smile, the effortless tousle of brown hair and yet you don’t. Like seeing them in pieces, placed on the same canvas but sparking no proper recognition.

May I introduce you to the newest member of our staff, Miss… he pulls you in as he speaks, the smile on his face too wide and too warm to be anything but hiding fangs and you can feel the want pulsing through each word as he introduces you.

Ignore him.

Ignore the pressure of his hands on your shoulders, giving you a squeeze as he stands you in front of him like a trophy. Focus on the man in front of you, and the icy curiosity in his eyes.

Good morning, Baron Zemo there, that’s the name, and yet it sits wrong on your tongue, like there’s more to him that you know and don’t all at once, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Practice it. Steady it. Measure the words like you don’t feel the pressure on your shoulder, like you aren’t looking for any excuse to escape that roaming grip.

Does he see? Does he see the way you writhe in your own mind, crawling and raw and desperate? Is that way his gaze hardens when he glances idly to the senator and then back to you? It is my pleasure. And coffee, if you please — three, no need for cream or sugar.

Of course.

A man like him would hardly come alone and there they are, stepping in from the periphery of your vision, towering behind their employer. One dark-haired and the other blond, wearing armor and scowls and so very familiar. You know those eyes, ice and steel, and yet you don’t and — memories burst like bubbles to the pin of the very present reality of the Senator’s hand sliding down your upper arm, fingers brushing your chest you are not safe.

Choose. Now. Fight, flight, or freeze? Let them see the glittering fear behind your glasses and hope they’ll save you?

Stupid girl, don’t you know?

No one can save you but yourself.

Wrench yourself from the grip on your shoulder, stalk over to the coffeepot. Just past the Baron-who-isn’t My apologies, I must be in your way.

No, no, of course not, please make yourself comfortable.

Keep it bright.

Keep it chipper.

Don’t look back at the hungry eyes following you, don’t think about it, don’t let them see your spine be anything but titanium, don’t let the—the hand on your wrist is black-gloved and unyielding, spinning you around to face steel eyes and harsh finality We’ll take care of it.

Right.

Of course.

Sergeant Barnes, please. We need not frighten our friends. Baron Zemo’s voice is silk and warmth and you should not feel so safe in the honeysweetness.

The glove leaves your wrist. Sergeant Barnes? Stands still as a statue and you step back. They’ll take care of it, and they do. The other of the two, technically, pouring coffee and trading mugs until all five of you are warming your hands with fresh-brewed caffeine.

Senator. Shall we?

You’re alone. Baron Zemo slips into the Senator’s office and the door closes with a snap, leaving you in the presence of solemn and silent.

You should get back to work.

You should say something.

You should do a good many things.

So do it.

Work it is. You can feel the eyes on you, somewhere between curious and suspicious, while you shuffle papers and try to focus on the email you were drafting. Focus.

Focus.

Don’t look back.

Don’t look at the office door.

Don’t do anything but stare at those papers, write those emails.

Focus.

You should run, rabbit.

The silence comes with whispers, winding around your ear like curls of smoke, bidding you turn around and look at the statues behind you, search their faces, ask them questions. You have so many, sweet and polite, where is your chatter?

It’s an hour before the office door opens and Helmut Zemo’s honeysweet voice filters to your ears, I’m sure your Sokovian-American constituents will be quite pleased by the bill, Senator. We shall have to honor you for your dedication to our shared people at the embassy.

You stand without thinking, usually so used to only moving when the Senator bids you — mostly to keep yourself out of his grip — but the draw of his voice is undeniable. Like a moth to a flame, you burn your wings to please and meet the watchers’ icy eyes as you wait for the beacon to step into view.

He sees you. So thorough and careful, a feigned warmth around his countenance as eyes flicker over you. Searching. Hungry. You know to avoid the gaze of men like him and so you do, looking just past his face enough to hide your discomfort. Thank you for coming, Baron Zemo. We’re thrilled to have your support. Please let us know how we can be of assistance while you’re in the city.

You will regret those words, in time.

But for now? For now the Baron takes your hand and offers you a thin smile, bowing to press gentle lips to your knuckles, ignoring the way you flinch. It has been my pleasure, my dear.

It’s when he turns that you feel it. The pain in your left hand, drawing your eyes down to the threaded ring around your finger, now tight and burning. The drumbeat from your nightmares starts up again, thudding hard in your ears as your eyes follow the red thread stemming from them.

To the three men now walking out of the room.

Run, rabbit, run.

#helmut zemo x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #helmut zemo x you #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #original female desi character #soulmate au #dark!fic

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starglitterz · 3 years

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cynosure. (playlist)

─── playlist !

synopsis; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet's cynosure?

masterlist.

a/n; aghhh i hope the formatting for this is okay LOL

❝ it's eight o'clock in the morning, now i'm entering my bed. ❞

(i) pain - pinkpantheress

❝ had a few dreams about you, i can't tell you what we did. ❞

❝ but i've been lovin' all the time, can you place your bed next to mine? ❞

(ii) wii date - city girl, highvyn, tiffi, siopaolo

❝ my duo all time, all night laughing on my facetime, we may talk fictional but you're my real life. ❞

❝ if i walked up to you and told you that i loved you, would you say it back? ❞

(iii) bad texter - ryan woods

❝ 'cause i know you wanna reach me, but i'm a bad texter. ❞

❝ you got me feeling lovesick, lovesick, cold sweating and i love it, love it. ❞

(iv) medicine - shawn wasabi, tia scola

❝ you make time feel never-ending, i'll stay forever if you let me. ❞

❝ am i tripping or did i arrive in paradise? i haven't felt this good in such a long time. ❞

(v) out of my mood - gate 문

❝ 'cause this is unreal, and i can't afford to feel the way you make me feel. ❞

❝ how could i be her one and only when she's so fine? what does she see in me? ❞

(vi) electronic lover - breathe electric

❝ she said i'm just her type, and i like it when she types. boy, i wish you were beside me. ❞

❝ it's you, it's you, it's all for you - everything i do. ❞

(vii) video games - the young professionals

❝ i tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you. ❞

❝ 'cause i'm holding my breath wondering when you're gonna wake up in my arms. ❞

(viii) blueberry eyes - max, suga

❝ i can't wait to kiss you each morning, with strawberry skies! ❞

❝ baby just hit my line, i really like your style. ❞

(ix) hml - sisyfuss

❝ baby just hit my line, i think you’re super fine.❞

❝ my boy's got his own ringtone, it's the only one i know. ❞

(x) ringtone - 100gecs, laura les, dylan brady

❝ it's my way of trying to let you know, i've got a little thing for you, i've got a little crush or something. ❞

❝ you should've picked mercy, you should've picked any kind of support. ❞

(xi) no mercy - the living tombstone, littlejayneycakes, blackgryph0n

❝ if you like mercy so much, why don't you just marry her?! ❞

❝ am i not enough? do i even matter? ❞

(xii) futon - ūla

❝ i can make it better if you hold on, we could be together for like so long! ❞

❝ the day we first met, inside my quiet heart, as if a new world has opened. ❞

(xiii) heart attack (츄) - loona

❝ can’t stop thinking about you, i keep thinking about you more and more! ❞

❝ if the future has to come for us, i'd rather shine even if i'm offline. ❞

(xiv) ぴこぴこ東京 (pico pico tokyo) - yasutaka nanaka, momo mashiro

❝ and even now my heart lights up, bright and glittery! ❞

❝ i wanna be a 3d ghost in your dream. ❞

(xv) plug me in - lil soda boi

❝ i feel like telling lies and love and morphine. ❞

spotify playlist link.

taglist (open); @noirkkat @bookuya @ohmykazuha @glazelilyy @mika-zuko @oreoz-unfortunately @tiny-aroace @xiaophobic @test-tube @yanphobics @storytravelled @mirikusashes @ben6ett @oliviasslut

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spacetrashpile · 5 years

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My Beverly playlist but I mention all of the lyrics that remind me of him the most

1. Teen Idle-Mariana and the Diamonds

The wasted years, the wasted youth/The pretty lies, the ugly truth

2. Seventeen-Mariana and the Diamonds

You teach me how to behave/I felt you question the way/I was brought up as a baby/Well you don't know fuck about my family

Could never tell you what happened/The day I turned seventeen/The rise of a king and the fall of a queen

3. Discord-The Living Tombstones

Discord, are we your prey alone,/Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?/Discord, we won't take it anymore/So take your tyranny away!

4. Icarus-Bastille

Living beyond your years/Acting out all their fears/You feel it in your chest

Icarus is flying too close to the sun/And Icarus's life, it has only just begun

5. Thus Always to Tyrants-The Oh Hellos

Where I go, will you still follow?/Will you leave your shaded hollow?/Will you greet the daylight looming,/Learn to love without consuming?

6. Devil Town-Cavetown

How do you feel so proud/Every time I close my eyes/The colors fade and change inside my mouth

Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too

7. Turn the Lights Off-Tally Hall

Everybody likes to get taken for turns/To see how bright the fire inside of us burns/And everybody wants to get evil tonight/But all good devils masquerade under the light

8. La de Da de Da de Da de Day oh-Bill Wurtz

I don't have enough time/To say the things I wanna say/To do the things I wanna do/Or to be like you

9. Fine!-Mal Blum

And I think I'm gonna be fine/I'm gonna be good now/I'm gonna be everything I always wished I could now

10. Twinkling Lights-Annalise Emerick

And oh, when the fire burns out and the embers all die/We still have all our stories/Like stars in the sky

We may not have it now/But we had it then/We will never be the same/No matter how it ends

11. Line Without A Hook-Ricky Montgomery

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden, oh/And if I could take it all back/I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Darling, when I'm fast asleep/I've seen this person watching me/Saying, "Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?"

12. Some Nights-fun.

This is it, boys, this is war, what are we waiting for?/Why don't we break the rules already?

This is not one for the folks at home, I'm sorry to leave, mom, I had to go/Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

13. Bad Ideas-Tessa Violet

I just wanna kiss you/And even if I miss you/At least I'll know what it's like to have held your hand, oh!

14. The Call-Regina Spektor

Just because everything's changing/Doesn't mean it's never been this way before/All you can do is try to know who your friends are/As you head off to the war

You'll come back/When they call you/No need to say goodbye

15. I Wanna Be-Starship (the musical)

I've got a hunger and thirst for adventure/I wanna travel the galaxy/The future is now, so I don't see how/The time isn't right for me

16. Youth of the Nation-P.O.D.

Last day of the rest of my life/I wish I would've known/'Cause I would've kissed my mama goodbye

There's got to be more to life than this/There's got to be more to everything/I thought exists

17. A Sadness Runs Through Him-The Hoosiers

Time and again boys are raised to be men/Impatient they start, fearful they end

He could not break surface tension/He looked in the wrong place for redemption

#beverly toegold #naddpod #not another dnd podcast #i knock on your door and am holding a copy of this playlist #‘do you have a moment to talk about this very good boy?’

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