A VILLAIN but make them the ✨main character✨ (part 2) // playlist 

• listen WITHOUT ADS: go the end of the video and hit the replay button ♡Timestamps♡ 00:00 Sigrid - Everybody Knows 04:20 Amy Stroup - In the Shadows 08:39 Tommee Profitt, Sam Tinnesz - Can't Hold Us Down 11:52 Tim Halperin, Hidden Citizens - Warpath 15:13 Tommee Profitt, Quivr - Shoot to Kill 18:59 Bohnes - 12 Rounds 22:39 Kevin McAllister, Sebell - Play Dirty 25:40 Sam Tinnesz - Ready Set Let's Go 29:13 Grandson - Darkside 33:03 Prismo - Solo 36:00 Zayde Wølf - Cold-Blooded 39:32 Adam Jensen - The Hunter 43:05 Once Monsters - My Name Is.. 46:44 Willyecho - Monster 50:37 Everybody Loves an Outlaw - Give 'em Hell 53:17 The Score - Under the Pressure 56:43 Sam Tinnesz - Legends Are Made 59:30 8 Graves - Bury Me Low 01:03:07 Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money - Play with Fire 01:06:05 AViVA - Psycho 01:09:38 K.Flay - Run For Your Life 01:12:53 WAR*HALL - King of The World 01:16:31 JAXSON GAMBLE - Won’t Go Down Easy 01:19:29 78rpm - Blood Runs Red 01:23:11 The Unlikely Candidates - Oh My Dear Lord 01:26:18 ill Factor, Graham Cochrane - Raise My Flag 01:29:40 Shayfer James - Battle Cry (idk if it's just my crazy brain talking, but the songs titles kind of tell a short story. Emphasis on "kind of"... like the last 9 songs: "Playing with fire they call me a psycho, so run for your life cuz i'm the king of the world, i won't go down easy. Oh my dear lord, raise my flag and hear my battle cry." or "Everybody knows the good guys have lost, they can't hold us down, cuz we are on a warpath. Shoot to kill, 12 rounds, we play dirty. So ready, set, let's go!" - it's probably just the crazy brain)

"Everybody knows..." "N o o n e h a s t o k n o w ." ...I'm sorry I just had to point it out.

Everybody in this comment section is suddenly a professional writer.

50% comments about the songs and 50% people commenting stories or povs

not me reading all the potentially future famous writers' stories in the comments at 11 pm and ignoring my homework jajajajaj

This makes me feel like I'm being this huge villian that ruins peoples' lives just for the fun of it, when really I'm just making noodles-

' Everybody knows the "Villain" by heart but, nobody knows the "Hero's" true intentions '

As a child, I adored the hero. As a teen, I understood the villain. And now, I realize I couldn't handle being either.

the sexual tension between me and my villain-self is exponentially getting thicker and i just whimpered at the first song

me: Writing essay on boring stuff **listens to this playlist** me: *WRITES AGGRESSIVELY*

In warpath all I can hear is, "I'm on wattpad" and it's driving me nuts.

"Listen well little one, and let me impart to you some good advice," They told the little girl. Ever since they saved her from a collapsing building, she stuck to their side like glue. She didn't care if she wasn't allowed to see their face behind the hood and mask they wore, she was determined to stay by their side. This was when they decided it was best to have a little apprentice right now before their big plans went into motion. "You either die a hero, or stay alive long enough to see yourself become a villain." They say as they stood on the edge of the building; the bustling city glowing like a sparkling gem under the night sky. A city known to have the lowest crime rate and the most superheroes, who dedicated their hearts to protect their citizens. 'If only they knew, what their so-called heroes were really like,' They thought, the wind blowing against their jacket and threatening to blow their hood down. 'How they pretend to not notice and ignore the mistakes they made to keep up their perfect image. But it's because of their mistakes that I rose up from the ashes where I was left to burn.' "Does that happen to every hero?" The little girl asked, clutching the torn up bunny they found her holding when her home was breaking apart. She witnessed first hand the same betrayal that they received from heroes, and it was because of what happened that they took her in when no one else did; which may have caused her personality to not be as affected like theirs was. They didn't want her to wind up like them, they wanted her to be better, and not a time ticking bomb like they slowly became. "Do they turn from the light and become villains?" A sad smile stretched across their face under the mask, as they remembered the good old days of when they took down criminals, when they thought they had friends, only for them to find out on the brink of death that they didn't. Pulling down their hood and taking off their mask, they revealed their scarred face to the little girl. Their one good eye staring at her sadly. "No, but it happened to me."

“You’re not a good person are you?” The small voice asked. Eyes wide with innocence and blissful ignorance. For a moment the question made you freeze up. Your brain stuttering to a stop as you looked over the frail body. The skin that stretched over bones and the sickly pale complexion. And for just one single moment your mind laid claim to this child. Your mind already considering this child as your own and how you’d bring the world to it’s very knees to right the injustice they had to live through. And so you kneel in front of the too small child and brush a stray lock of hair out of their face. “No, no I am not.” And their big eyes turned towards your other hand that held your bloody weapon then towards the people that you callously killed. Tears slowly welling up as their too frail arms wrap around your neck. “That’s okay.” They muttered out. “You’re better then all those hero’s.” And you smiled at that before collecting them into your arms and leaving one last scathing glance towards the cold bodies before leaving under the cloak of night. After all your child need not be stuck into the broken system that was the governments foster system. ------------------------- This may not be too villainie but I hope all you enjoy!

Friend: "But if you kill a murderer the number of murderers stay the same" Y/N: "So why stop at one?" Oh wow srsly WOW was NOT expecting to get this many likes, Thank you all so much!

"They laugh at me coz I'm different, I laugh at them coz they're all the same" - Unknown

You lay in the cell with a grin, satisfied. It didn't even matter, you had completed your goal. Victory tasted better than people let on. Flames. Broken glass. Chaos all around. You remembered it like it was yesterday. The blood of the 'hero' was sprinkled on the ground. 'Hero' the called them, but where were they when help was really needed? Hadn't you helped them? Hadn't you fought by there side? And hadn't they betrayed you? Hadn't they chose a strangers life over yours? Left you to die? You turned them face up, blood dripping from their nose and mouth, they coughed "why?" was the only word they could manage to spit out as they coughed up more blood, " well, its very simple actually," you replied with a disgusted face. Leaning in you smiled " payback, of course" *bang!* You shot them straight through the chest. Dead. Finally dead. Sirens. Handcuffs. You didn't care. You had won. Nothing that happened now mattered. It was over. The villain had finally won

Teachers: write an essay! You: Um..No. *Some good playlist appears* You: Um.. yes. *Magically becomes a author*

i just searched up the old one, to re-listen. Then is saw this was posted an hour ago. Amazing

Not even halfway through and I already feel like I wasted my potential not being a villan. Brilliant playlist, *chef's kiss*👌

You smudged a spot of blood across your check with your thumb, your eyes holding a burning anger that glowed like fire as you watched the scene in front of you. “You are no hero.” Your words were bitter as you glowered at the person in front of you. Their cape was singed as your lovers house burned behind them. “Who’s going to believe you? To everyone else I am the savior and you are nothing but a villain.” Their smile infuriated you as you clenched your fists. “I may be seen as a cold villain but at least I’m not a false icon. You should die where you stand.” The hero laughed coldly. “Take your best shot.” There was no turning back now.

Go Low, Go Fast. Kill First, Die Last. One Shot, One Kill, No Luck..All Skill.

Nobody : LITERALLY NOBODY: me: pictures myself being a villian in an anime

''There is no bad, or good. Only perspective.''

quote from one of my villains: "Good and evil are pure nonsense. Good is a phrase for people with nothing better to do with their time. Evil is a phrase for people who simply want power, and are willing to work for it." Edit: WOW THIS IS OLD AND CRINGY, ANYWAY, HAVE SOME QUOTES FROM MY NEW AND UPDATED VILLAIN "Don't be like that, love...you know you're nothing without me." "You can't hide from the person who created you. Now come out, I'm tired of playing." "Heh. If they want an evil queen, an evil queen they will get."

"Everybody knows that There is no hero without a villain"

“You either die a hero, or live to become a villain, so save yourself some time and pain, and live.”

"I might be on the side of the angels. But don't you mistake for a second that I'm one of them. Bare those fangs, sharpen your knives, slay the devines. We're the villains, and this is our night. This is our time to shine." ~Anonymous~

Ignoring homework? Check Finding a good playlist? Check Drawing a villain and giving it a sad, corrupt but realistic background? Check The character has a badass Dobermann named Draco? Check The character looks badass even thou it looks weird and awkward? Check Writing a good story but deleting it because I don't think its worth the time? Check The character is scared of cupcakes? Check Realizing that I wrote too many mistakes in this comment and correcting them with Grammarly? Check Oh yes, it's all coming together.jpg

"You can do what you want but no one will accept you for who you are." He shot daggers through my back. "You denied my freedom, father. With an absence in your throne, wouldn't you believe that the allies will turn to enemies. The gold will turn to dirt. The silk will turn to rags and the gods above won't be able to save you from your own fate." I looked at the man behind the steel bars who is my blood and DNA. "You are just like your mother." He replied solemnly. "You sent my mother to the moon. Soon you will unite with the destiny you made for yourself." My eyes, a silver lined lilac. "You can't handle a kingdom meant for a king, not a princess." He clung to the bars. His eyes, dark enough to pierce your soul. "What makes you say that father? Your ego is getting the best of you. You have trained me for this day and you never knew." I stood a foot from the rusted bars. "They will tear you apart and leave you in the shadows to rot." He spit his vile from his tongue. "Be kind, afterall, your kingdom is in my hands." I watched as he sunk to the floor of his cell and curled a smile so malicious, not even the demons of hell would take a step towards him. "You will never take my power" He stared at me from the cell he lay in. I look at him with a pulse in my veins so deadly. "I already have." I want to write a book now ;-; It would be t r a s h but y'know, we'll see. Tell me what you think.

....yet another banger....CAN YOU DO ANYTHING WRONG!?!?! i mean damn.....two banger villain playlists in a row how da fuck'd you do that shit?

why did I try to use the buttons at the bottom of the screen

"Most villains aren't trying to ruin everyone's lives, They are just commiting to what they want the world to be" A quote, I came up with this one at 12:00 due to my clock being broken.

"Don't be a hero, kid. This is what happens to heroes in my world." -The Most Powerful Villain Ever (don't try to argue), Bill Cipher

I love these kind of videos, they're hyping me up to go and eat the rich

"You aren't the one I want to kill, darling. It's the one who's about to save the day that I'm waiting for." I take a look at my watch, sighing loudly. "However, he is late. Doesn't seem like he cares about your miserable life." I lean forward, tilting my head. "You didn't have any plans tonight, I hope?" She stares at me, wide-eyed. I hum. "That's what I thought." I stand and pace the room, spinning on my heels every once in a while and bobbing my head. There is this song stuck in my head. That means only one thing. I've been waiting way too fucking long for Mr. Prince Charming to arrive. "What's your relationship like with Trevor?" I turn toward my prisoner, and she whips her head toward me, eyes glistening with tears. Poor, sweet girl. "T-Trevor?" "Oh, my bad. Mr. Sanders. He doesn't know me yet, you see, but he will." "He's...my boss." I raise an eyebrow, smiling a little. That seems to shock her. Like she doesn't expect someone like me to smile. A murderer. Someone NEEDS to remind me to come back to this playlist and write this book, hopefully soon. I'm writing way too many novels at the moment that I need to publish, but I kinda want to go back to my roots and write an action-romance. This playlist is so perfect, so thank you so much for making it!!!

My attempt on a villain story: “Are we the bad guys now?” Her voice came out almost in a whisper. I looked over at the girl I had found at the first orphanage I burned down, her red girly hair cover one of her sea blue eyes I got on my knees and moved her hair so that both her eyes were looking at me, “There are no bad guys. There are no good guys. Good and evil are just labels, evil being determined people who will work for what they want and good being people who haven’t been around long enough to see themselves become evil.” My voice came out more forcefully then I originally intended for it to sound but it didn’t seem to faze the young girl at all. “Do all hero’s end up becoming villains?” She asked, firmer then before but still softer the a pillow. I stood up and walked over to the door in the small blue room, “Only if the survive that long.” I walked out the room and shut the door with a small click. She knew not to come out of that room unless someone raided the house and she knew if that did happen where to go. I walked downstairs and locked the house door behind me. I took the lighter out of my back pocket and meddled with the switch, making sure it still worked. As I watching the blue light go in and out I got my gas mask, got on my motorcycle and headed to the U.S capital. Everything in the United States was corrupted, too much to fix. So we were gonna burn it down. Me and the hundreds of thousands who agreed with me. We were gonna burn it and all it’s corrupt people to the ground and rebuild it from scratch. No matter what the cost.

"A hero is just what a person calls themself to make him superior. A villain is what the hero calls the person who knows the truth." -Me, 2021

racing feet, heart, and mind screams of terror ripping through the crashes and fires dark tendrils of hair whipping behind their face all clear of guilt and resignation a proud and vicious grin slowly spreading across ear to ear not a spot of blood on the clean and white suit "Tut-tut-tut, it really is a crime," Breathing heavily the hero leaned on their knees, just a fair few feet behind the villian. "what is?!" they cried, "the lives you killed?! the torture you inflicted?!" they coughed up their own blood, barely on the verge of survival steeling their tired nerves and burning fury, the hero managed to stand and bellow, "WHAT IS THE CRIME THAT YOU'VE SUDDENLY GAINED A CONSCIOUS FROM!?" turning slowly, heels clicking closing the space between them the villian feigned a frown, tipping the hero's face up with a fingertip "I'm about to get blood on my shirt."

I love the little bar at the bottom! Really nice touch to see how far in to a song we are

From the edge of the tall building, I gripped the collar of her shirt. "You've changed! Why.." The hero muttered. "Why?! Oh, Honey I thought you were smarter." I said, a growl chimed from my throat as I let my grip loosen, threatening to drop her. "You have always been the hero. ALWAYS." My voice raised as my golden hair blew rapidly in the strong winds. "Do you know how that felt!?" Tilting my head, I loosened it again. "Deficient." I muttered. The hero went quiet, everything soundless accept for our heavy breathing. "...I- I didn't know-" She whispered, but I quickly cut her off. "Of course you didn't. You were so busy wrapped up in yourself, embracing everybody's attention. You, you left me. But now it's my turn." I said, a demonic smile appearing on my face before she slipped from my hands and began to drop. I was devastated. That wasn't supposed to happen. "Wait!- No! No! No!" I struggled to grab her hands before she began to disappeared from my sight. I finally took a hold of her finger tips, slowly making my way to her palm so she wouldn't be dropped again. "...What are you-" I hushed her, trying to be as focused as possible, so I wouldn't panic. I'll comment a part two if you like it :D

“I’m doing you a favor.” You said, slowly walking away from your sibling. “You always had the strength to be a hero. But did you have the heart? No. No you did not.” You said smirking, as you fell back off a roof. Your sibling laid there, blood on their hands, back, and legs. Cold wind blew, you were floating, waiting for a hero to come. They never came. You thought that every hero was the same. They come and save a person and take care of them. Well, you knew the truth. You knew everything about the heroes that the rest of society didn’t. They don’t actually care for the people. They just want money and fame. You plan to kill every hero that is not genuine. Next on the list is the one behind you.

I stared upon the tall buildings illuminated by colorful lights, giving it the admiration it deserved for a final time. I always found it funny, as to how the tiny people below me from up top of this sad, dull, and grey tower always smiled, laughed, and had everything they ever wanted. They were perfect, had a nice life, never had to sleep with an eye open, and their problems were as simple as grades, not their safety. I wished I had that, I wish I didn't have to be a villain, but this world is cruel, vile, and no good. All it does is hurt people, and watch from a mighty high chair, eating fresh grapes and laugh with a loud mouth as it watched tears stream down peoples perfect faces. A small smile formed at the edge of my lips as I watched the bomb attached to my body beep with ferocious red lights - one minute left before it exploded. I let a sigh escape my lips as I heard the rummaging of feet clawing up the stairs - my dear company had arrived. Bursting through the roof door was James Currot, the man who never gave up on this case. "It took you long enough, Currot," I said through smiling lips, standing up from my sitting position and turning around to see James. "Listen, Hellevia, give me the key and we can stop this," James told me, his usual smiling face not present, instead, a face full of worry was there. I let a smirk and a scoff escape from me, "I should have known, James, that'd you'd be the one to be here." James gave me a pleading look, "Hellevia, there's no time -" "Tell me, James," I began, crossing my arms, "why are you so keen on saving this city from the bomb?" The worry in Jame's beautiful green eyes disappeared, and instead, sterness replaced them, "Hellevia, give me the key." "This city is nothing more than shit, James," I said, tilting my head. "You would know that better than most, don't you? They call it the city of dreams, but in reality, it's the city that kills your dreams. It ruins everything, it makes you into things you don't want -" "Listen to me!" James yelled, I could see tears forming in his eyes as he clenched his shirt, "Yes, this city sucks and its terrible, but there's good things in it to! Dreams do come true, but you can't just walk in here and just think that just because you're here everything you've ever wanted will come true! Listen to your head Hellevia! Do you think that bombing the entire city and its people will resolve everything!" I closed my eyes, there were only thirty seconds left. I smiled at James, "Guess we're about to find out." And without a second thought, I jumped off of the tallest tower in the city. I could hear James's shouts of my name as I closed my eyes, becoming one with the wind around me. As I fell, awaiting for the bomb to explode, my memory went back to something that happened quite a while ago. "You're not evil, are you?" She said to me, "You're just doing this to survive, but you don't really want to do it?" Back then, I didn't understand what that little girl meant, but now, after five years, I understood. I didn't choose to do the role of the bad guy, the role chose me.

Thank you for making this! I've finally been pulled out of my writer's block lul! I was perched upon my throne. My eyes were surveying the war unfolding beneath my balcony. I watched as my loyal followers slaughtered the opposing side. I smiled at the thought of winning. The door slammed and the "hero" filth entered the throne room. I stood up and turned around with my claymore dragging along behind me. "Please, you have to stop this. There's no reason behind this!" One of them tried to plead with me. I rolled my eyes and said, "Do you really think this was the first time I've had to deal with a revolution? Please, this is one of many. Personally, I wouldn't even classify this as a good one." I lazily lifted my claymore above my head and swiftly sliced the one closest to me. Their body fell lifeless to the metal floor. "Would anybody be so kind as to volunteer to go next?" I waited for someone to give me an answer. The only sound filling the near-empty room was the bloodcurdling screams coming from outside. "No one? Wow, and I thought all of you were friends. Who wouldn't want to join their friends in a new adventure?" I dragged my bloody claymore closer to them. They all had their weapons and magic at the ready and were coming at full force. I yawned as they tried to take their hit. I might as well let them wear themselves out, make them feel as if they had a chance and had given it their all. When their attacks slowed I smiled, showing all of my sharpened teeth. "Done already? You know for having a prophecy about yourselves you're not that powerful." In one powerful swing of my claymore their bodies dropped to the floor and my hands dripped red. "I have worked too hard for some narcissistic teenagers to take it all away."

Uhhhh I was listening to this and randomly wrote this about two of my characters so ye. “I got them!” Josh yelled following the masked stranger up the stairs. This villain was well known. A female in a rabbit mask with eyes that glow green. Joshua had run into them before. But this time they wouldn’t get away. Bursting out of the door to the roof he looked around panicking for a second. “Hello again. Glad you followed me” the female voice though distorted behind the mask seemed.... almost sad. The door shut behind him and he could hear the electronic lock shut. The woman in the rabbit mask stood by the edge of the roof watching Josh. The masks eyes glowing green. “This building is going down in flames.” The voice taunted as they held up a small trigger button. “But first I think you need to know something” she said loving her other hand to her mask, the lights turning off as she takes it off slowly. Familiar green eyes. Long black hair with freckles that mirror his own. Josh felt his stomach drop with dread. “Riley.... it’s been you the whole time? Why are you doing this!?” He stepped towards her angrily but she just smiled sadly at him. “Josh... your my brother. And I love you. But this whole thing is going down in flames... and there’s nothing you can do about it.” “But you don’t need to do this! I know things have happened to you but you don’t need to hurt innocent people!” He took another step. He just wanted her to stop. He didn’t know what else to do. She growled back angrily “your an idiot! They are the ones who are doing this!! They are the reason why the world is fucked up! I can’t sit by and let them!!” The locked door behind Josh rattled as people tried to get through. “You don’t have to be the villain in all this Riley!” Josh yelled at her desperately. The villain!! HAH!” The girl laughed in a way that made joshes hair stand on end, like this girl wasn’t even his sister. “I’m not the villain. These people aren’t innocent. I’m going to destroy them. Even if it means the end of me. Even if it takes you with them.” Riley stood tall, long straight black hair gliding in the breeze as she put her mask back on. The green glow returning, covering the face of his sister once more. One more sentence slipped out of her mouth. “I’m sorry” Josh yelled as she pressed the trigger button. Explosions ripped up the floors of the building making it shake like a leaf in the wind as the rabbit seemed to smile behind her mask. She waved to her brother and fell backwards off the buildings edge.

Here are some villain types and some songs that describe them really well! Type 1 - The Beaten Song - I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor Description - This person has been beaten and struck down so many times. But they will never give up. They are fueled by the need for revenge. They will do anything for the chance to finally be on top. They might have known the protagonist, and they blame them for everything that has happened. They are the most likely to get a redemption arc. Lyrics that stand out - [Chorus] But I’m gonna win, I’m gonna try. I’ll never lose, I’ll never die. You’ve seen me before, you’ll see me again. I’ll never give up, I’ll never give in Til I’m bloody and bruised Til I’ve broken my bones Til I won’t be abused Til I’m laughing alone [Verse 2] It’s hard to be charming and smart and disarming, It’s hard to pretend you’re the best It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations, It’s hard to keep up with the rest Examples - Catra from She-Ra, possibly Jasper or early Peridot from Steven Universe Type 2 - The Genuine Psychopath Song - I Can’t Decide by The Scissor Sisters Description - This person is genuinely unhinged. They enjoy chaos, they enjoy seeing others in pain. They have pretty much zero redeeming qualities. However, they are charming and very charismatic. Not trustworthy at all. This is the villain you love to hate. Lyrics that stand out - I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules. It takes the truth to fool me, and now you've made me angry I can't decide whether you should live or die, oh, you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why, my heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride Oh, I could throw you in the lake, or feed you poisoned birthday cake. I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone. Oh, I could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife And kill me when I'm sleeping That's why I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry Example - Bill from Gravity Falls, pre-redemption Spinel from Steven Universe, post corruption Simon from Infinity Train Type 3 - The mad scientist Song - Either Lifetime Achievement Award or Sweet Bod (both by Lemon Demon) Description - This character isn’t always necessarily a villain. They could be on your side. Like the name suggests, this character is a scientist of some kind, and is extremely smart. Their curiosity is the only thing that drives them, and their morals are neutral at best. They don’t really care which side wins, as long as the side they’re on lets them continue their research. Ethics? What’s that? They can seem like a goofy comic relief character if they’re with the good side, but they have the potential to be genuinely terrifying I can’t think of any really villainous examples but someone who might fit this description might be Entrapta from She-ra Type 4 - Cold and calm Song - Community Gardens by The Scary Jokes Description - They seem kind. They’ll comfort you as you slowly bleed out on the floor in front of them. But they won’t help you. There’s no use trying to reach them, there’s no emotion left. They are cold, calculating, and will do what it takes to survive, regardless of what that might cost everyone else. They’re friendly, sure, but don’t mistake them for your friend. Lyrics that stand out - Full disclosure I am a monster, a creature of despair Not that that should be a cause for concern If there's one thing I've learned in all my years here - It's that despair Is less abundant in those who understand how to plant their hearts in community gardens You'll be fine, you honeycomb Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so cold? You'll be fine, oh, honey pie Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so unkind? The years have been hard on this lonely heart If you wanna know the truth There's no more community gardens So I guess I'll have to settle for you Example - maybe early Deceit/Janus from Sanders Sides, pre-redemption White Diamond from Steven Universe, AIDAN from The Illuminae Files Type 5 - Mirror Man? idk Song - Mirror Man (duh) by Jack Stauber Description - There’s no real malice behind this person’s actions. They are only doing what they think is best. They are also genuinely unhinged, but unlike the psychopath, they’re crazy in a way that isn’t as (physically) harmful to others. They see themself simultaneously as a godlike saviour, but also a horrific mistake. They’re here to save you, you know? Why are you resisting them? They can change you, make you more like them, better, more beautiful- just like them. And that’s what you want, right? Lyrics that stand out - They turned me down, now I live my nightmare Gotta be seen by someone out there Now I sit here in reflection chamber Fixing myself so that all can savor Follow me, I'm on the brink of visual epiphany Life is a costume away, oh, life's a wardrobe change So I can shift, create a rift with beauty and with grin Blush sensation creates the foundation, God is in my skin! They turned me down now I live my nightmare (They turned me down) Gotta be seen by someone out thеre (They turned mе down) Now I sit here in reflection chamber (They turned me down) Crafting the world its next new savior Example - Kevin from Welcome to Nightvale Type 6 - the stranger Song - A Mask of My Own Face by Lemon Demon Description - You don’t know anything about this person. Their name, what they really look like, if they’re even a person or not. They stay in the shadows. They’re made up of so many lies and secrets that it’s almost impossible to tell what's fake and what’s real at this point. You know nothing, and that’s what’s so frightening. Lyrics that stand out - A mask of my own face I'd wear that I'd wear that mask of my own face I'd wear that I'd wear that I'd wear it to a hoedown, and I'd dance with all the belles And none of them would know that I was secretly myself I'd rob my own apartment and I wouldn't give a damn I'd blame it on the person that nobody knows I am Example - Shadow Weaver from She-ra, the Conductor from Infinity Train

I slipped through the shadows of the tall, wide, cruelly beautiful buildings. A dagger clutched in my hand, the hilt simple with barely any sort of bedazzlement. The edge was sharp, and it reminded me of why I was here in the first place. Wearing a black jumpsuit and a mask, I blended into the shadows barely visible. My footsteps were quiet, and I reminded myself of a black cat. I saw everyone arriving, the nobles and the royalty. With their silly little fancy dresses, and their utterly annoying ways of speech. IN this crowd was the person I had to end. The one thing that confused me was the fact that this person was not a prince, nor was he a well-known noble. He was rich, but not rich enough to be considered important. Yet he was still here. And I had to end his life. Then I saw him, with eyes that held mystery, and hair the colour of ravens. He was beautiful, yet something screamed that he was dangerous. Just who was he? I ha never been sent to kill unimportant people, but he didn't seem to be important at all. Merely a side character. Why him? Without even knowing who he was, he had made me question the life I had been living ever since I was 12. I was 18 now. He glanced towards me, a smirk on his face, almost as if he knew something I didn't. My eyes narrowed, and since he was the last one to enter, I grabbed him, and threw him onto the alley floor. "Who are you?" He looked at me, and smiled. "Who do you thin I am?" Why was he asking me? I was only sent to kill him, a soldier who questioned nothing and did my duty. "I don't know." This wasn't even part of the mission, in and out was the only thing. Kill and hide all the evidence that could point to me. I must have been in my head for too long, because he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the brick wall. His breath fanned over my ear, as I saw him reach into his pocket, and grab something. "I'm someone exactly like you, yet at the same time completely different." I saw the dagger, and knew what this was for. My time had come, my employers had had enough of me. Or maybe this was different, who knew?

(Just a little something I wanted to share, I hope everyone has a nice day/night, and happy reading! ^w^) I blinked, suddenly I was outside of the car wreck, gingerly getting to my feet, as glass bit into my hands. "Mom!" I screamed, as I sensed the overwhelming stench of gas, then the car ignited. I screamed, praying and hoping a Hero would arrive just in time. I waited, still screaming and sobbing. I waited. No one came. A month later, I took the woman responsible for the Hit and Run, to court. She walked. I lost. A Hero. Live Wire, I think his name was, tried to comfort me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry. I wish things were different." He seemed genuine, but I knew it was a load of crap. I laughed in his face, shoving his hand off my shoulder, blurting, "You're so full of sh**! All of you Heroes are because someone would've been there." I paused, remembering something, how did I get out of the wreck? I blinked and I was just, outside of the car, then it was on fire. Years later, I had come to the discovery, I had the ability to teleport. I honed this power, controlled it, and started going under the Alias of Motif. Fitting name, considering that the act of hunting and killing corrupt officials, was a work of art itself. At every turn, a *Hero* was there to try and stop me, despite the fact that I was doing the world a favor with my art. Even when I finally found the woman responsible for my pain, a Hero tried and failed, to stop me. Live Wire was the one to finally throw me in the Slammer. He looked sad. Another act. I'm already running the Facility, tensions are running high, our Wardens are jumpy because they know: It's only a matter of time. You can't train a Lion to not hunt, you can't train a wolf not to howl, you can't stop a bullet. They can't hold me. I've got big, *BIG*, plans for the city and its officials. Wait. Like I did, and watch the flames of my rebellion save everyone from themselves!

standing at the edge, she called out. I had the power to save everyone. I had the power to turn this all around. But why would I? I made this mess, this is what I wanted right? My feeling were conflicted as I held the knife to cut them all down. I don't know why I was here, all I know is that I was the Hero. I was saving them all from a fate of sadness and disappointment. I would kill them all to save them all. I was the Saviour! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE THEM!

POV-- You stand atop the roof of the tallest skyscraper, back to the blazing city, letting the flames climb up all that surrounds you. Heat kisses you skin and smoke fills your lungs. Your nemesis, the beloved hero, stands in front of you, just meters away. Wounds caused by the blade you clasp with a deathly grip stain her chestnut skin. You watch as blood runs down her body, admiring your work. "What did they call you again?" you ask. "Ah. I remember. Wasn't it `the girl made of steel`?" You mocked. She releases an angered grunt in response. She charges, stumbling from her blood loss. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," you sing as you step aside to reveal the raging inferno behind you. If she'd run any further, she'd either lose more blood or become ash. "Why did you do this?" She screams, almost begging for answers. Tears stream from her glassy eyes. For some unfathomable reason, you feel a tug in your heart that quickly fades. "I wasn't finished speaking." You glare at her with slimmed eyes lacking compassion, quickly shutting her up. "However, I'll answer your question, though you of all people should know the answer already." Her body slumps into a hunch as more blood pours from the largest wound on her left bicep. She applies all her remaining strength in her right hand to it. You hold your dagger up, staring at your reflection in its blood stained sliver as you slowly walk across the edge. "I only hardened to the cruelty that surrounded me. You watched me turn to stone. You know," you pause just long enough to laugh a pain filled maniacal laugh, "for a hero, you're awful at protecting the ones who needed it." "I wasn't able to help you! I tried!" she cried. "You were too far gone! It was hopeless!" You stop dead in your tracks. Red floods your mind, clouding your vision. You turn on your heels; a look that could kill plastered to your face. "I was hopeless?!" you scream. "You did this!" you throw your arms out to the side, the dying city raging behind you. "I didn't pull that fucking trigger!" She protested. Her body was now entirely on the stone ground in a pool of red. "Oh!" you laugh, "oh! That is rich coming from you! You've sinned more than I have, little miss perfect!" "What did I ever do?" she attempted to push herself up, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She slowly hauled herself to her wobbly legs in a hunched stance, still clinging to her wound. "You fed the goddamn flames! Your nothing but a lying, cheating bastard!" You threw your head back, eyes reflecting your fire. You returned your head up and rested your gaze on the `hero`. You took a step backwards. Then another. "W-what are you doing?" she stuttered out, fear swelling in her throat. You ignored her. "I can't believe I actually fell for your act and believed your lies." You laugh, slowly beginning to feel tears sting your eyes. "I meant everything!" she cried. She took a step forward, reaching her arm out. "Please, just listen to me." she pleaded. "I listened to you! For five years, I listened to you! It's too late now." Salty tears slowly ran down your soot covered face. The ledge was just inches away. "D-don't..." she choked back a sob. "Too many lives were lost tonight. Don't add to them." You could hear the desperation in her voice. Compared to hers, your own was cold and hard. You drop your dagger and her eyes widen. Hope flooded her face. You kicked the blade, sliding it to her feet. she flicks her eyes down then looks at you with confusion. "See you in hell." It sounded more like a promise than a threat. You place two fingers to your head, saluting her. The realization finally hit. She opens her mouth and throws herself at you. "Good-bye, my love." You take the final step. You plunge rapidly into the flames, welcoming their heat as it licks at your skin. You hear her scream out your name, dangling her outstretched hand at you as if you could still grab onto it. You'd never forget that look on her face. 'Maybe she meant it after all' You thought as the fire consumed you.

i was just about to listen to the first one when i saw this one. I’ve only looked at the timestamps and i’m already in love. POGGERS

Pov- "Step away from the building!" An old friend yelled over. "Not a chance!" I cry out with a laugh then turn to face her, the beloved 'hero'. "Just hear me out!" She says trying to come closer only to be met with her shadow being pulled backwards. "I swear to god if you and your friends try anything, boom won't hesitate!" I yell over trying to look at her and the building. Boom is one of my associates he's as close to a friend as I have, and well his power is pretty awesome. She whispers something I couldn't hear before saying allowed "Innocent people will die!" she tries to walk forward again. "You never cared about that before!" I threw a car by the shadow in her direction. "Is it ready?" I ask boom trying desperately to end this. "I need more time!" He yells through. "What!? It's been hours!" "Yeah well you try using all the energy you've got for this shit!" I use my shadow to pull her back again. "You know you weren't like this before!" She yells out, tears leaking from her eyes. "Yeah well, I guess the new outfit helped out!" I say just loud enough that she could hear me. Perfect timing, I thought as a new friend joined. I once again pull him back, but I also put his shadow on top pinning him down, and covering his mouth. "You never took me seriously," I say before asking boom once again if he's ready. "That isn't true! I just want you to stop this! I loved you!" She tried once again to walk to me. "Ready," "Big mistake," I say before throwing down the street. Hoping she's not within the explosion. "Now," And just like that I didn't feel the pain anymore. Wattpad-luckylila33

"good, evil, it's all perspective isn't it?" "you're not a hero, you're just too stupid to see the people you've hurt." "we both want glory, you just won't admit it." "good? that's someone trying to convince themselves of something." "look around you. is this the world you're trying to protect? what's so great about it anyway? come with me. build a new one." "yes, but morality is such a bore, isn't it?" "why is it heroism to sacrifice yourself for others? really it's just a lack of self worth." "have you ever asked the world if it wants your saving?" "what we used to have, it wasn't love. it was a broken ego running to the nearest shelter. well, this bird can't have you under their wing anymore. i've gotta fly."

"Tell me, little one, what do you know about villains?" He asked the girl as he knelt down. She frowned as she thought about what she heard on tv not 2 hours ago. "They're mean, and they like hurting people. Heroes have to stop them, right?" The man shook his head. She looked down in shame when she saw this. "Not all villains actually like hurting people. A lot of us just want to change the world, but those so-called heroes won't let us." She looked confused but refused to meet his eyes. Or speak for that matter. He decided, at that moment, that the person who gave her the bruise on her collarbone- almost carefully hidden with precision- was going to pay, because this was his kid now. This was the girl he was going to care for and teach to navigate this cruel world. "What have heroes done for you, little one?" "N-nothing," she stuttered. I nodded and stood up. "I can help you. I can give you whatever you want." She looked up, hopeful. "All you have to do is come with me." She hugged his legs before taking his hand. She showed him where she used to live, and he told her to wait outside. It took 10 minutes for the man to come back out, and he smelled suspiciously of blood. She felt a damp spot on his pants, but she didn't question it. After all, she was finally leaving her cruel parents.

your playlists are so good!! listened to the other one villain one on repeat so many times and same probably goes for this one!!

This: Exist Comments: You know I'm kinda a story myself

the fact that these playlists make me want to write a whole ass story even though i hate writing in general is making me cry i definitely can relate to all of these songs and they all feel like they could be my theme song, especially Everybody Knows

"I'm with James," I said quietly cursing my body's reaction as he came closer. "I love him." It was true, I did love Cal's brother. Just not the way I should. Not the way a fiance should. Cal's eyes flashed anger and hurt before he quickly covered it up with a cruel smirk. "Yes. The hero. The fae prince. The golden child, the perfect one. Why couldn't I be more like him right?" Cal's breathing started to get more labored. "Everyone thinks that. Why can't I be like the perfect child right? I'm the angry child. The bad one. The mistake. The reason the court is dying. I DIDN'T ASK TO BE CURSED." His voice softened and for once I saw vulnerability in them. "No one cares about how I feel. But then again. I'm a monster, right? Monsters have no feelings." I could feel my heart-breaking for him. "James loves you. He is your brother. he does not think you are a monster. So come home with us. Please, Cal." I begged. I wouldn't tell him the real reason I was here. That over the week we had spent locked in this Cabin together I could feel my heart slowly becoming his. But James would be the safe option, he loved me. He could keep me safe. He could offer me a life safe from my parents. I watched his jaw harden. "No. I'm not going to go back to the palace where I am not accepted. We are fae love, we have too much pride and right now, I have too much hate and anger." "Then why do you insist on tearing down the palace from the threads still holding it together? Why do you want to rule?" A small smile played on his lips, a true genuine smile. "Because the Lunar Court needs a new ruler. A better one. Who sees and understands." "And you think that person is YOU? I don't know if you've noticed but the people hate you. Your curse has stopped the sun from rising. Your curse stopped the natural course of things. We were the Lunar Court because we brought out the beauty of the night, but you made us The Court Of Nightmares. All the people hate you for the never-ending night wrought on them." "And you?" He said, his face emotionless but his eyes, which had always been so expressive were full of emotions. Too many to read them all. "And me what?" I said playing dumb. We couldn't lie, but I didn't want to answer the question. His smile was sharp and feral, an inkling of the beat he once told me he keeps locked inside so as not to become a monster. Or at least more than he thought he was. "Do you hate me too, like the people?" "I am part of the people." His eyes glinted mischievously, a look I had seen too many times as children. "I see." That was all he said before he turned on his heel and left. When the lock of the door to his room clicked I sagged against the wall. This was not supposed to happen. I am engaged to one of my childhood best friends, my other best friend's brother. But that same best friend whose brother I was engaged to was the villain in our story. I stood up and tried my magic again. I concentrated deeply and focused on the door, trying to use one of the simpler spells to knock the door down. It didn't work. Like the last 5 times, I had tried it. Despite being low-born, I was mighty powerful. Something that my parents had tried to use to sell me to the highest bidder. As if I was a cow at the market. Cal had saved me from that by proposing I marry his brother. I was reluctant at first, but Cal told me it would be easy to love his brother-very bitterly I might add- and that brother would be crazy not to love me back. Then Cals 20th birthday came and the curse was unleashed. The Lunar Court was suffering and the negligence and hate of the people in the court that was directed towards him only made him act out more than he did most of the time. I went to James for comfort. Then I fell for him. And now after meeting Cal in secret at his request, we came into this cabin for a rest for a few minutes and when we tried to leave, we found we couldn't. And I found I was okay with it. We had food that just appeared whenever we needed it and we were warm with the fire that was kept going. Throughout the week that we were stuck in here, I felt past feeling coming back in full force. I saw the Cal from our childhood. The funny, mischievous, and even caring Cal. The one who felt too much and saw too much and heard too much and didn't know what to do with it. I took a deep breath and wrote a note, sliding it under his doorway. _I ate the cookies_ is what I wrote. I heard a muffled laugh come from his room. "Does this mean you've joined the dark side?" "No, it means I'm offering for you to come back home with me and we can fix this together. Remember that human phrase we love so much. Ride or die Cal. It's always me and you." "And what about my perfect brother?" He sneered. "I love him," I whispered. I jumped as I heard the sound of glass breaking. "Just not the way the girl he is engaged to should. My heart belongs to another." "Wh-Who does it belong to?" He asked, pain unmistakable in his voice. "You," I said it so quietly I wasn't sure he heard it. The sound of his door unlocking told me he had heard it. I came face to face with his gorgeous face. His dark hair that I had spent so many nights as children running my hand through to calm him from his fears. His sapphire blue eyes, an electric shade that stood out more than anything. "I love you, Cal." That was all he needed to hear before he swooped in low and claimed my lips. I gasped against the sudden feeling of pleasure. My knees buckled as I kissed him back. "I love you too Caroline since we were children." He went in to kiss me again, but I layed my hand on his shoulder. A look of hurt flashed in his eyes. We need to get back and tell your brother before we do anything else. Understanding crossed his face. "I've been thinking. This is the cottage of a witch. Witches are deceitful and love riddles, so we need to think outside of the box to find a way out. OH! That's it. We don't use magic. Think outside of the box. Here, lift me up so I can push the roof. We tried using magic on the walls but not pushing the roof off like it was an actual box." He nodded appreciatively and lifted me up. I looked down at him for a second. "We are going to fix the court when we get back. I promise." He gave me a soft smile in return, a truly genuine one. My heart warmed and I knew everything was going to be alright after we found the bloody witch who put the curse on him. *Guys. I wrote a whole ass story during class for this. It's freaking crazy and super long. I hope you liked it.*

"Fine, you've won! You'll kill me and gain all the power," the hero cries, lying helplessly on the ground, pathetically, still trying to sound courageous and morally good, "I congratulate you!" I let out a soft chuckle. Heroes truly are the most piteous of the humans; always wanting to appear better than everybody else- even at the brink of death. "No, no, no, dearest brother. You've got it all wrong!" I walk closer to him, speaking softly, "My goal isn't to gain power; I've got that already." For a split second, confusion flashes across his face, or maybe it was shock, either way, it was clear he never knew my true motive. Heroes don't have a lot of common sense; all the praise gets to their head, so they don't have to trouble themselves with critical thinking. "So why do you want to murder me?" he says, still trying to sound braver than he is. The corners of my lips twist upwards as I say, "Oh, this isn't murder. Its revenge!" This time he isn't even trying to hide it. An expression of pure horror taints the face I've known since childhood. Maybe he's finally realized that his older sister isn't just a stupid hormonal mess, too timid to stand up for herself, too weak to actually do anything to him, or maybe he's finally decided to drop his sorry little façade. Either way, I have finally managed to install real fear into him. A glistening sheet of moisture starts to build up in his eyes. Tears. At first, just a single wet streak slowly trickling down his left cheek. Then another, on his right, and another one, and another one. The pitiful sight gives me a somewhat sickening joy. An indescribable satisfaction washes over me and I feel myself standing a little taller. Finally, after all the years of being victimised by my own younger brother and my parents, finally, I get to get to be the one in control. I am listened to! I am respected! I am treated like an actual person! Its a glorious, intoxicating feeling! My hand eagerly wraps around the elegant dagger strapped to my thigh. I pull the beautiful silver blade out of its leather case and chuckle a little as I see the reflection of my brother, not too long an admired hero, now a shivering coward. My heels deafen his whimpers as I slowly take steps towards him. "Sister, please!" He cried in desperation, "I don't know what I did, but I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything!" "Anything?" "Anything!" I smirk. His desperate pleas mean nothing to me for I've already made my decision, but I like to torture my prey. "Tell mother and father the truth. Tell them who really slaved away to get good grades in school; tell them who protected the other from danger; tell them who really did all those horrible things and who took the blame, just so the other wouldn't get in trouble," I hadn't realised that my voice got louder and louder with every word. It's not like I was angry over any of it; those were all choices I had consciously made. Besides, it's been years and I have gotten over that grudge, or at least I'd like to think so. "Fine," the sobbing hero breaks my train of thoughts, "I'll call them now and tell them everything!" "Go ahead," I laugh. His obliviousness is very amusing to me. Clearly even the favourite 'prodigy child' doesn't speak with our parent too often. He pays no attention to my mocking tone of voice and begins dialling a number I can't even remember. I walk closer to him, my dagger still clutched in my hand. A sense of realisation washes over him as the automatic lady on the other side of the phone tells him to leave a voicemail. His face drops even further. He slowly put the phone away from his ear, and I'm left staring in front of a defeated child. "Oh, did I forget to mention that you'll be telling them everything in heaven?" I soften my tone, mockingly, "I'm sorry!" He opens his mouth like he's about to say something but no words come out. Instead, more tears flow out of his eyes. It's a pathetic sight. It's funny what taking away power from someone who's been privileged and adored their whole life can do to them. "You heartless bitch!" he managed to stutter through his sobs. "I can say the same about you," My lips twist into a cruel smile, "It's always been about your friends and those who you deem more important to 'save'. That 'thieve' you tackled to the ground, she was just a poor woman, who couldn't afford food for her child. But did you help her? No. You put her in prison and her baby was left alone to starve in the cold. But the media were so proud because you stopped a 'notorious criminal'." "She should have asked for help then!" He tried to protest. His courage may be gone but his disgusting pride stayed. "She did, actually! You turned her away. You didn't even want to look at her, because she wasn't there to shove compliments down your throat! Instead, you talked to some half-naked reporter, who praised you in every sentence! It's all about perspective, brother!" My brother was left flabbergasted at my words, but my message hadn't seemed to sink in. He still looked clueless. I was disgusted. Some 'hero' he was. "I've had enough of you disgusting 'heroes' and your superiority complexes!" I calmly say. I lift my weapon. It's blade reflects the moonlight, giving it a pretty glow. "Rot in hell!" he screams. "I will," I reply, calmly, a grin on m y face as I strike. In one smooth move of the dagger, I slice open his throat. The bleeding body of a wretched hero falls to the ground with a thud. I couldn't care less. My brother got what he deserved, after what he had done to me and countless others. I wiped his warm crimson blood off my dagger with the corner of his expensive blazer, it's not like he'd need it for much longer anyway. With the elegant weapon returned to its case on my thigh, I turn to leave. Just before I'm about to open the door and exit, I turn to look at the bloody mess once more. "You should be thankful," I call out to the bleeding out body of my lifeless brother, " I saved you from turning into me!"

Everybody Knows we Live In The Shadows because they Can't Hold us Down. We're on a Warpath and we Shoot to Kill but we only have 12 Rounds so we Play Dirty. Ready, Set, Go and join us on the Darkside. You're never Solo, but we're all Cold-blooded. You want to be The Hunter? You'll fit right in. My Name is Monster, so Give em Hell. Under the Pressure, Legends Are Made, so when I die please Bury Me Low. We Play With Fire and they call us Psycho. You just yell back "Run For Your Life because I'm King Of The World!" They know we Won't Go Down Easy and even though we act like gods, our Blood Runs Red. It fills the streets until people cry "Oh My Dear Lord" and cover their children's eyes. Our tomorrow is never guaranteed, so I'll Raise My Flag and call my Battle Cry. Only question is, will you join me?

''People like to break the rules but not everyone has the courage to become a villain''

“Why?” Was the only they could muster the strength to say. “Why? Oh I’ll tell you why. Being a hero is so taxing, you constantly save everyone. What do they repay you with? More crime more problems to fix. Why am I the villain?” You chuckle, not an evil laugh but enough to make the hero lose just a little more hope. “Because it’s no fun being the hero.”

This makes me feels things. (MEGA TW//. Suicide, self harm, parents, manipulation. please dont read this if you get triggered easily, this is really heavy) -this is a vent, please please please do not hate on this. its not fake. i know it seems as such, i promise you, its not. im just.. typing my mind. /nbh (nobody here, tone indicator for vague vent, not necessary to comment) i am the villain. I am a manipulative and toxic person. even through i care so much about my friends. i end up finding myself feeling threatened. i try not to be this way. i really do. its a defense mechanism. a real defense mechanism to make those that try to hurt me scared and repulsed. but. i shove away those i love the most. they wont let me they wont let me hurt myself 'you promised' 'for me, dont do it' 'please, im bad with words but ily/p' ' ..... s i l e n c e' (this is because the person has been absent for some time) 'please we love you' ' do it for her ' 'if you go down, im coming with you' why do they care? after all, i'm the bad guy here. im the one who's driven two people to attempt suicide. they say its not my fault. it is. i did it but to be fair they scared me i felt threatened they were going to traumatize me again like leo did. i dont know why why doesnt she understand why cant she just leave if im so disgusting if i make you hurt i do i make you scared i used to be the kind one. the one who was there. always. I went from an emotional empath, to an intuitive empath, to an intuitive empath with dark empath traits. he changed it. he changed ALL I HAD. all of it. and i wish i had the power to go back and just not go to that school the place that hurt me. its been four days of trying to tell my parents i need to be put somewhere i cant be here in this house i know how to kill myself i dont want to im scared of it please they wont listen they keep hurting me lets try this again. *this has been a vent* edit: a word. also, im leaving a trail. if i do end up losing my battle, dont let me go without being known. ---------------- Another edit: thank you all, thank you so much for support

"My dear dear child, monsters aren't born, they are created."

*casually bopping out to this while writing about the theory or relativity* kind of makes me feel like I'm an evil genius plotting how to bring the world to its knees

I’m obsessed. My brother literally calls me a villain because of these playlists. I take it as a compliment.🦹🏼‍♀️🦹🏼‍♀️

zero dislikes AS IT SHOULD BE thank you for coming to my ted talk

Y O U M A D E A S E Q U E L ????? THIS LEGIT JUST MADE MY DAY?? YOU'RE AMAZING, THANK YOU AND PLEASE _PLEASE_ MAKE MORE :D!!!!

wait. Kevin McAllister? like the home alone kid? I won't question it, kid was the real villain in the movie

(continuation from my post on the first one

You watched as the world burned. It was warm, you wished you had marshmallows with you. It would have made everything just so much sweeter. A woman was kneeling on the ground next to you crying. You crouched down to be on her level. She looked away and you grabbed her face forcefully turning it back to you. She grasped her bound hands together and ineffectually beat them against your chest. "None of that now," you growl. She flinches but can't get away. "There's a new world order forming. If you play nice, you might just get a chance to be part of it."

Dude after the first 3 seconds of the first song I just completely got into *MY ZONE*

Me: Listening to the music Also me: Scrolling down the commentsection and also me: Reading good quality free stories and totally not ignoring my assignments

The 25 dislikes are people on the other side of the world who see it upside down

This playlist is perfect when your heart is crushed, when you have being used, played... and you want some revenge after giving so much kindess to the world... and you start being stronger... getting payback of the ones that laughed at you~ 😈

This playlist is honestly amazing! ✨

"There is no such thing as good and evil, only love and hate. The ones we love are always good in our eyes and the people we hate are always evil. That's just how things are" "Not", the hero gasped for air, "Not always."

"You can't be good without a little bad."

Brb, gotta go eat the rich

Bruh, this comment section is dangerous! One moment I'm listening to a bomb playlist and doing revision for tomorrow's exam, and the next im reading amazing stories and povs inspired by said playlist.

The sky darkened, the misty afternoon hazed over by a shadow that felt all consuming. You looked around, your gaze growing cold. The bodies lay beneath you, lifeless. The scene was something you would have been scared of any day before this, but now, a heat rose within you. You put your hand over your mouth, a small chuckle escaping from your lips that had curved into a twisted smile. Your breath came out in warm gusts, meeting the air around it and turning into puffs of steam. It all felt surprisingly good. So unnervingly right. You dropped the knife, kicking one of the bodies as you walked away from the blood soaked scene. You pushed up your glasses, blood transferring to their frames. You had become the creature you yourself once feared. A deadly creature of the night. And that was the moment you realized that life truly was the biggest comedy.

P.O.V. “ I’m not like you, I don’t care if I die... everybody does”, you say as you and your perfect boy next door caught you sneaking out and got you into trouble with a gang. As you look behind him you can see flashlights searching for you and Mr. Perfect. You have one exit... well, *not exactly an exit* you think as you look down the cliff which is possibly the only way out. “ I know what your thinking, and there is no fucking wa-“ Mr. Perfect tries to say before you interrupt him. “ -I know your not exactly an expert at being chased by a gang, but this is the only way out. Now I’d be happy to leave you here but I hear you and your perfect family have dinner around this time at night” , you say as you check your watch. “How’d you know that?” Mr. Perfect asks, smirking...not really focusing on the situation at hand. Truth was, your family was so fucked up that you watched his eat dinner almost every night before you go on missions destined to get at least one of your parents attention. “ J-just when I say jump you jump!” As you look into the corner of your eyes you see him smiling again, everybody in town knows you don’t stutter. “No! I’m not going to die.. well at least not today..”, he screams as the rain starts pouring down under the night sky. “ Look.. those guys are looking to kill, I know I sound crazy but there is a beach down there when I was little, either we take this chance or die by violence.” He looks at you seriously, but still doesnt’ trust you. You see the flashlights getting closer and closer until they find you. “Okay! 1...2..” He grabs your hand as you get ready to jump and you look at each other for what feels like minutes. “3.” You both run and jump off the cliff not knowing if you are going to die or not.

I hadn't intended to be the villain. I was the descendant of the hero's, the granddaughter of the woman who destroyed the heart of the darkest parasite, the daughter of the couple who fought against darkness until their very last breath, but I was different. He killed them all, killed my entire family in front of my eyes, then he stalked towards me. I had looked into his merciless eyes, blacker and colder than anything I had ever seen in my life. He was worse than the devil, I had screamed and begged as he tore me limb from limb but somehow I survived. I was only a child and the lone survivor, but somehow I had hung on to the only thing I possessed; my humanity. Last summer he'd come and stolen me, he'd come and taken what little I had left. He'd come to destroy my world again. I couldn't tell the day apart from the night, the endless torture sunk deeper into my soul than anything else had. My entire body was burning and I was screaming but he was soulless, he had nothing human about him. So he only made it more unbearable. Worse than that was his eyes, darker than the last time I saw them. They were burned into my mind, I saw them when I opened my eyes and I felt them when I closed them. His mask mocked me. He plagued my days and nights, if everything else wasn't real enough the dreams and the screams that woke me up were stone-cold reality. So when the war began, I went to put an end to the real threat. What I didn't realise was the "collateral damage" that had become my trail, my mark on the world. But it was fair. To put an end to the true monster I had to destroy his demons and everyone else that got in the way. Each stab, each bloodied hand I cleaned, each knife I threw away was a part of my soul breaking away from itself in disgust. I was numb. And so it came around, my night. The night I was going to get to make him scream. It was the only thing that was going to sate my thirst, the only thing to satisfy me: his blood. Each step drew me closer, it echoed in my mind and the empty hallways. He knew I was coming. I ripped my blade free from the leather casing, the sound only pleased me more. The door almost broke from the force I kicked it with. There he stood, his eyes vacant. "I've been waiting for you", his voice was poison and it fueled me. My lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, the knife concealed behind my back. I took 2 long strides towards him, my face inches from his. He broke the silence, "You can't kill me without becoming like me". It's been 1 week since that night. I look out into the night and revel in my success. I didn't stab him, that would have been too easy. I tied him up and tortured the smugness out of him. If he was evil, I was hell. "you're mad" he'd screamed. I'd laughed and responded, "Madness is like gravity, all you need is a little push". My face straightened, "you pushed me to the darkest ends, and I ended up liking it there". Then I watched as he boiled from the inside out. He'd gone laughing. I waltzed out of there and gazed as the castle gave in the flames, "Thankyou" I whispered. I hadn't intended to be the villain. I had just been broken so badly that I became unbreakable. ✨Thanks for reading!!✨ If you liked this give it a vote on Wattpad. If I get a couple of votes I will turn it into a story! My Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/user/UncharteredSecrets

I look at the stars, and the tiny people below them. They're running, knives in hand and powers going crazy. This chaos was all because of one person, someone who never got to be saved. And now, it's too late. I see a person in a cape fly over to me, and recognize it's face as the hero Anti-Gravity. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, tears in his eyes. It still doesn't stop the determined expression on his face. The one I hate. The one I only saw after my parents were crushed by his gravity when we were just kids. "Why?" I laugh, an uncontrollable urge that I let free. "Maybe it's because you killed me all those years ago. Maybe it's because you don't save the victims. I guess it could be all, or even more!" I smile, a crooked grin on by face, covered by the black mask he gave me. Before we split ways. "This city is in its final stage, one more spell and it's over! Memories wiped, everyone can start over! I finally get my happy ending!" I raise my hands, and a quill appears, ready for the final verse. He looks at me, and I hate what I see. Pity. "Please, Zero! This isn't you anymore! It's just a shell of what you once were!" He pants, stamina running low after all of the magic usage. "We can start over, can't we? Just write that this never happened!" He begs. I look at him, my face an emotionless mask. "Instead of writing that this never happened, I'll just reset it." I decided, and start writing. 'Once the villain Zero falls to his death, the world resets to 13 years prior. All memories will be erased. If the word Neophile is yelled before Zero is dead, all previous writing is useless' I smile at him. "I'm sorry Lynx, but I need to go back." I hear him yell, and jump off the building. The wind blows off my mask, and what he, or better known as Anti-Gravity, sees shocks him. A young face, full of scars. Eyes that aren't scared, but happy. A mouth that's smiling. And the final thing Lynx sees is a peace sign before Zero dies. "Neophile!" He yells, but it's too late. I'm dead, and as Lynx panics, waiting for the world to reset, it doesn't happen. He stares, shocked, as he realized what happened. I didn't use my magic. I'm actually dead. And there's no going back.

"I've hid my true face all the years. I've let my anger broil inside me- it was pure torture! But now- now I get to release my demons, and you'll all know my pain!"

i love these playlists, you have such great taste in music! i also wanted to say that i like how long they are, i can put them on and do homework or whatever and just have it play! keep doing what you are doing! :)

i love your playlists they have a lot of underrated songs that i can discover

Person: so why are you a villain Me: It's complicated. Person: just tell me Me: shows them this playlist and starts crying tears of joy, "Villain songs are just so epic."

why am i so invested with these villain songs?? the last playlist was on repeat and NOW THIS!!!! WOW AMAZING THANK YOUUUU FOR THISSS . I LIKE HOW IT SOOTHES MY SOUL AHA

had to share some of my favourite villian quotes to go along with the BEAUTIFUL playlist!!

I have listened to many of these, but this, This is the one I was looking for.

The reality is that only villains know how to truly love. That's why when they hate, they're so good at it. Love and Hate are the same intense feeling but use different approach.

There is something I found very unsettling when listening to “In the shadows” for the first time in this playlist It’s not your regular villain song, where it sounds like the villain is giving their monologue to the hero in which they reveal their plan It’s telling the villain’s story, how they got to their lowest point.. Except that from being at this low point, they were able to see things from a different perspective, a point of view that caught their interest.... The people around them showed their true colors...their true selves... They are the shadows

dude this is a masterpiece. I didn't know one song but I've loved all of them

"Ok, me and you, we both agree that we're right. We're in the right here, aren't we?" "I mean, yeah, I'm always in the right." "...Then let's be the bad guys."

43:35 me trying to figure a name out for the villian of my story

Blood sprayed the walls of the alley as you took life after life of wrongful civilians. "Why do people live like the rule the world," you say as you stab the next person coming at me. You could see the life leave the males eyes as his body fell limp onto the stone ground. Chuckling to yourself, you turn to face the last person. "Now, we can end this quickly or you can keep quiet and change your ways," you say as you wipe the blood off the blade onto the long black cloak you wore. "Why would I leave the life I've always known?" the male was in hysterics as he saw his friends die to the hands of a small teenager. "Would you rather die like them or live a longer life," you suggested once more, taking a step forward. "NOTHING WILL CHANGE MY MIND OF HOW THAT CHILD SHOULD BE BELOW...!" the male yelled as you slit his throat. "You could have lived if you lied to me," you shook your head as you dropped the blade next to the body. "Ready my love," a voice echoed through the alley. "Yes, I am," you say as you jogged up to the voice. "Is that child ok?" "The child seems to have passed out from the beating, but he's still breathing," the voice said as they saw you walk up to them with blood splattering your cloak. "He need not see the blood spilled to keep him alive," you said as you walked up to the child asleep on a bench. "I promise nothing will happen to you now." You pick up the child carefully as to not hurt the child more. "Let's get to safety, darlin," you said as you walk away from the rotting smell the alley was giving off. "This child will be treated like royalty in our home." ................................................................................. Sorry couldn't stop myself from writing a snip bit from a story of mine.

The “Silver Sparrow” looked up at you through her bangs. “Why- Why are you doing this? I thought-“ they broke off into a fit of coughing, “I thought we were friends.” You lean down, pressing your heel deeper into xeir ribs, “You thought wrong.” Behind you, you can hear her friends shouting. They are trying to make their way through the fighting to xem. Its cute. How loyal they are. As though she’s the only person who matters. They’re so determined- so very determined- to protect xem from you. It’s a shame they won’t get here in time. You pull your dagger out of its sheath on your side, it’s a good weapon, dragonscale hilt, Damascus steel blade. She got it for you last year, on your birthday. The first gift you ever received. As you toss the dagger in the air, catching it in one swift motion, you look down at her, “You know, we could have been good friends. You’re so *determined,* but you know what? The heros? They’re using you. They don’t care about the people,” you chuckle, xey look terrified, “And they don’t care about you. You think you’re a hero? You think they love you? Let me tell you something. All they want is power. They’re using you. They always have.” You pause, readying your dagger. “You’re just too weak to understand that.” And you plunge the blade into her chest. Alt ending: “You’re just too weak to understand that.” As you move to stab your- friend? enemy? You hear a familiar voice. “Cage stop!” You turn around, stepping off of “The Silver Sparrow,” to see her partner. Comet. Or rather, “The Purple Star.” It wants you to spare her. Adorable. “Hello, space bitch. How nice of you to join us.” “Cage please, don’t do this. Please, come back with us to the headquarters, we can get you some therapy and then everything-“ “DON’T SAY EVERYTHING WILL BE BACK TO NORMAL!!” You shout, “DONT SAY THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!! IT WAS NEVER FINE! IT NEVER WILL BE!” You pause as something wet rolls down your cheek. You’re crying. You haven’t cried in fifteen years. “Don’t say that it’s gonna be alright when you know it’s a lie.” “It’s not a lie Cage.” Their voice has softened now, they sound like they’re talking to an innocent toddler and not a twenty year old who has killed enough people to have his own cemetery. You can’t bring yourself to care. You’re barely speaking now, your voice is almost a whisper, “They’re lying to you Comet. The heroes don’t care about you.” Quieter, you say, “They don’t care about me.” Comet hears anyway, “Cage, that’s not true. And even if it was, we care about you. We always have. Please, let us help you.” You fall to your knees, the dagger finally releasing itself from your grip, “I’m so tired Comet. I can’t-“ everything around you starts to spin, “I don’t think I can do this alone anymore.” And the world goes black, but vaguely you feel strong arms wrap around you, and the soft voice of your friend whisper “Then we can do it together.”

-As beautiful and mysterious as the songs, one stands out. A fallen one who’s lost faith. Most villains come from this place. The hero never came. They don’t care about small crimes; those are just inconveniencing of the citizens. Yet, they build up, unless there is a clear threat to life they don’t seem to care. A hit and run aren’t worth investigating. A suicide is never talked about. A fallen hero isn’t acknowledged till they act against what is thought to be right. Unless the scenario is black and white and they know who the villain is, don’t count on them coming. If you were saved, then they had extra time on their hands, ok? +But what about the bridge incident? -Sighs...you still don’t understand,(Inhales) THAT INCIDENT WAS PUBLIC AND A THREAT TO OTHERS AROUND THEM! THEY ONLY CAME SO THEY WOULDN’T LOSE FACE! (exhales) I’m sorry i’m sorry... I didn’t mean to yell……….. They just make it hard to rely on them if it doesn’t affect them. +Is that why they didn’t come here? -It’s not public enough and all these bodies will just be missing cases, once there is enough ~though~, they must get involved. Also, these kids were a lost cause, no amount of therapy of love would reel them back into life… they asked to die even up to their last breath,......... they would’ve done it themselves if I didn’t give them this chance to choose how quick their death was. +Hey, their graves are marked, custom and ready to let them rest in peace. -Thanks for doing this with me. +What and let you take credit for the grave in the forest? I may not understand why the heroes select their cases, though they claim everyone is important, but maybe then they’ll realize how much they miss. -So, you do understand. +Always have, you just seemed like you needed to vent. -How long do you think it’ll take them to notice that 12 kids went missing? (in the hero’s headquarters, *BigBoss ^Messenger/Secretary) *TWELVE MISSING CASES IN THREE DAYS WHY THAT’S FOUR TARGETS A DAY!!! ^Sir please calm down, all the reports were sent in and have no tie to each other. The only thing they have in common is when they were reported missing. *EXACTLY They were reported around the same time they were noticed missing. ^Yes and they have no other strings besides that. *What about location? ^Too far spread to be one person, while all in the same state. Nor were there any big targets, just children from 11-19yrs. *If this was a strategic play then we’ve messed up and lost huh…. ^If it was who could pull this off? *Someone who’s been planning to get the public against us. +Everything’s in motion partner. -Perfect.

I love the playlist. I personally enjoy longer playlists as I listen to them while I'm working. It makes for a better day. Thanks again for the music. This is my top fav. playlist right now.

Me: **about to take a quiz on Ethics** There's no way I'm going to fail- It's just Ethics class- Also me after the quiz: WHY AM I FAILING-