I’m back, did you miss me? ll Villain Playlist 

Timestamps! *edit: apologies for the camera sounds in the middle of the playlist… when I edited this video I was unaware of it. considering I created this a year ago i’m probably not going to fix it, so sorry though! 00:00 Enemy-Imagine Dragons 02:51 Revived- Derivakat 05:25 End Of The World- Arcando, thatBehavior, Neoni 08:17 Darkside- Neoni 11:02 Bury Me Face Down- grandson 14:52 Play With Fire- Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money 17:51 Feeling Good- Michael Buble 21:48 Wolf- Arcana, Zack Merci 25:08 A Little Wicked- Valerie Broussard 28:28 Control- Halsey 32:09 I See Red- Everybody Loves An Outlaw 35:59 Madness- Ruelle 39:30 Darkside- grandson 43:18 Natural- Imagine Dragons

"They say every hero needs a villain. Well, I'm back to reclaim my role."

*”Miss me?..”* It echoed through the hero’s ears. “No.. I killed you! I saw you die!” The hero thought back to seeing the villain’s blood pooled around them. *”Dead inside, maybe, but you can hear my voice very, very, clearly.”* “How are you-“ *“Alive?”* It interrupted. *”Well, since you’re the one who dealt that ‘fatal’ blow, that cursed amulet of mine seemed to have transferred my consciousness into your mind.”* The hero sighed deeply, a few tears streaming down their face in defeat. “I’ll never be able to get rid of you, huh?” *”Nope. To be fair, I was never able to get rid of you, either.”* “Ah. Well… We might as well learn to tolerate each other.” There was a silence, before one of them finally spoke. *”So, how have you been after our divorce?”*

*"Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me~"* -Bill Cypher

“Miss me?” “You…you’re supposed to be dead.” “As you can see, I am not dead. Funny how that works doesn’t it.” “Funny how what works?” “Death.”

Love how this whole comment section is just filled with stories. Great to see people coming up with their own novels and spreading their imaginaton

I expected this to be a normal villain playlist until revived came 😂I love that songggg

POV: The ‘hero’ thought they’d won. But in their usual careless fashion, they hadn’t checked that you were really dead. They’d just left you there, bleeding on the hard, cold floor of that ballroom. The cut felt really quite deep, a large slash right across your chest. A wave of defeat washed over your body, taking the form of pain more intense than a thousand cuts from that hero’s fateful blade. Failure stung. It truly did. Your face went blank and you lay there. Still fully conscious and alive, but at first glance you wouldn’t look it. Maybe that’s what made them think you were dead, because they walked away soon after, with a smile on their face and a pocket full of lies that you knew they would use to justify their actions to the people who looked up to them. *‘You’re nothing in the world’s eyes now. Accept it.’* The voice in your head rung in your ears and spread through your thoughts like a wildfire. But it was not the only one. *’You will not let yourself die in this way. They will pay.’* You liked that one more. It seemed more reasonable. That pain of defeat drifted gradually away. All of a sudden that cut didn’t feel so deep. You were the villain now. But was that really such a bad thing? You propped yourself up and realised that your thoughts had made it feel like you were lying there for ages. How long had it really been, an odd 30 seconds? You hadn’t bled out as much as you thought you would’ve for how long it felt, anyway. You reached for your bag and grabbed a rolled up bandage out of it. You unrolled it and manoeuvred it under your shirt, wrapping it almost too tightly around the slash on your chest. You felt a twinge of pain through the layers of bandage, but it felt strangely satisfying, almost good. Yes. Good. Despite your hate for the word and everyone who pretends to be it, you’d make an exception, for this time that word worked. It did feel good. You sighed a sigh of relief and tucked the bandage into itself, securing it. You smiled. *’Go on,’* That encouraging voice whispered again. *’Make them pay.’* That, you knew you were going to do. You grasped your sword, pulled it from your belt, and soaked in the sound of the freshly sharpened blade, as it dragged along the wooden floor. You heard your footsteps echo along the castle hallways, and you knew that very soon you would be standing in a pool of the ‘hero’s’ blood. Hero. Hero. There is no such thing. The only thing that defines a hero is whoever lives to tell the tale. Edit- some of y’all liked this so here’s a continuation: Still dragging that satisfyingly sharp blade across the cold floors, you walk over to the large, oak doors at the end of the castle hallways. You push one slightly open and slip out into the misty, lamp-lit town. You look up at the castle towering over you. No longer would the royals who lived in it tower over you, though. Or anyone else for that matter. Standing up to a royal have you a battle scar, though you have to admit, you did love the pang of ever so slight pain it gave you from underneath your bandages. It made you feel powerful in a way, to have survived. You decided to leave your mark on the place. I great big slash across the wooden doors, to match your chest. You faintly smiled and turned away from the castle, muttering to yourself. ‘Pitiful tyrants, posing as saints. Acting like the blood on their hands has a reason to be there.’ You found yourself repeating the strangely reassuring words of the voice in your head. The same one that was pushing you onward. Oh, who were you kidding? That voice was just the part of you that you’ve had to repress for so long, to hide your rage toward all who have wronged you. There’s no need to separate it from yourself now. You can admit that the voice is just yourself. As you stepped out, the wind seemed to pick up. It felt crisp and cool as it blew against your face. The air was perfect for revenge. This was nice, but there was no time to soak it in. Now, where would they have gone? Where would a hero go to celebrate a death and lie about the reasoning? You listened to your surroundings. Music. Distant murmuring. The town square, of course. It sounded like the ‘hero’ had prepared a party. They must have gone to fight you with a promise of your death. You couldn’t think of another reason it sounded so planned, yet could have only started a few minutes ago. You followed the sound of fresh chatter, and the light of the fiery street lamps, over to the centre of town, slipping just out of sight of the people to make sure you could have at least a slightly dramatic entrance. The ‘hero’ must have done a very good job at convincing everyone that you were a terrible person, because the people all seemed so delighted that you were ‘killed’. That joy would soon no longer be creeping on their faces. It was time to find that royal ‘hero’ and see how they liked lying in a pool of their own blood. It was time to make an entrance. ‘Sorry, I nearly missed the party. Too late?’ You stepped out of the unlit area of the street and into the town square, sword in hand and smile on face. Villagers hid into their houses and others were eager to continue watching, to see what happened next. An expression of both amazement and fear was painted on the hero’s face. They started stammering. ‘But-...I-....You-...’ ‘Died? I’m good at acting, aren’t I? Honestly, I thought you’d know more about fooling people.’ ‘But, I-‘ ‘Don’t deny it, dear. Why did you _really_ try to kill me? Now hold that thought, I don’t need to know it.’ You drew your sword and held it to their chest, smiling smugly, staring coldly into the soul of the hero. ‘Now, how do you feel about matching scars?’ Edit 2- Even more y’all The ‘hero’ stepped back. They were shaking ever so slightly, you could see their sword jittering as they held it tightly in their hand. ‘What’s this? Our fearless champion, looking _afraid?_ Honestly, for how you paint yourself, that’s rather out of character.’ ‘W-What? I’m not afraid! Even if I was, I know it’s for the good of things that you die, and I won’t hesitate to kill you!’ They swung their sword at your head, but you blocked their blow. The fight begins. ‘Oh, please. You’ve been afraid of me since the beginning, I don’t believe you won’t hesitate. You hesitated the first time, and that caused you to not quite cut deep enough and, well,’ you struck a rather dramatic pose, you were having fun with this. ‘Here I am.’ A few more villagers went away, in fear of what would happen to their hero, but some were glued there, eyes fixated on you, entranced by the fight. You felt special to have that effect of people. ‘S-So? I may hesitate, but I will do it! For the good of myself. For the good of everyone! You’re a terrible person, nothing but a villain and a threat to us all!’ You came to a stop. Your sword hung limply at your side. The ‘hero’ stopped with you. They never knew when to take an opportunity. ‘I’m the terrible person?’ You uttered it so quietly under your breath that only you and the ‘hero’ could hear it. You smiled in a pained, angry sort of way. You’d said it quietly, but soon that emotion bubbles up and out of your lungs again. ‘ _I’M_ _THE_ _TERRIBLE_ _PERSON?!_ ’ Final edit- Last bit in the replies cuz I couldn’t fit much lol What was happening? You would usually keep your emotion on the inside, outbursts were not your style. But you just kept going.... ‘YOU CAN’T CALL ME A TERRIBLE PERSON WITH ALL THE THINGS THE ROYAL FAMILY HAVE DONE. YOUR FATHER WAS A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A KING, WAGING WARS ON INNOCENT KINGDOMS JUST FOR MORE POWER, CONVINCING THE COMMON FOLK THAT HE HAD A REASON. HE SMILED AND ACTED KIND TO US BUT ALL HE EVER DID WAS TAKE. HE HAD HIS DEATH COMING, I DON’T CARE THAT HIS BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS. YOU TOOK OVER AND WERE NO DIFFERENT. YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER ME BECAUSE I KILLED YOUR FATHER, BUT BECAUSE I POSED A THREAT TO YOUR REIGN. I COULD SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. IT HAS BEEN A CORRUPT REIGN, AND IT ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF YOU!’ You lunged at the ‘hero’, who seemed to be too taken aback to attack. All they could do was narrowly dodge. Though still seething on the inside, you calmed your external self down, which gave you a lot more room for ideas, and boy did you have the perfect one. You dragged your sword along the path again as you walked, up and onto the stage that a band had previously been playing on at the very obviously pre-planned party celebrating your death. You picked your sword up and swing it over your shoulder. Using your free hand to beckon the ‘hero’ over. ‘What do you say we give them a good closing act?’ What other choice did they have? They slowly paced up onto the main stage, trying to look as brave and heroic as possible. _Trying._ There was a glint in their eyes that gave their thoughts away. Their whole expression whispered ‘I’ve been caught out, and now I’m terrified’. ‘And so the end begins.’ It went on for as long as it possibly could have done. A constant mash of blood and attacks, the ‘hero’ seemed to be getting weaker each time, as they hit less each time, and when they did barely any blood was drawn. ‘Awe, is our saviour giving up? Have they _finally_ figures out the meaning of the word defeat?’ ‘No...I won’t be defeated! I’ll make sure of it!’ ‘Oh, dear...ignorance really is bliss, isn’t it? But remember that after ignorance comes realisation. The most agonising thing of all.’ Saying this, you grab them by their blood stained shirt, and press your sword against their throat. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale!’

*No one had seen her in months, only heard stories of her. And here she was, completely changed. She’d swapped her long hair for a black bob and her naive sparkle to a devil shine within her eyes. She was twirling a knife in her hand, threateningly.* “Did you miss me?” She laughed. The man who broke her couldn’t help but feel a shiver creep up his spine and his blood run cold from the monster he created.

I dropped to my knees, my eyes wide. His greasy looking hair was pushed back with his fingers. That slick slimey smile stretching across his face. "Miss me?" He asked, with that too dark of a tone. "But-But I did everything right! I found every key! I OPENED THE DOOR! What went wrong?!" I cried, staring as the door to the Demon world shut behind him. He casually strolled over to me, bending down and cupping my chin softly. "Contracts don't break just because I left, Darlin~" He then pouted softly, pulling me up a bit. "You really wanted me gone, didn't you?" He asked as tears welled in my eyes. "I-I.." I don't know why I stuttered. All this time, I hadn't ever doubt what I wanted. This demon gone and out of my life, forever. His smirk came back as a sick feeling dropped to my stomach. "That's what I thought." He murmured before I felt his lips on mine. They were...soft.

You know it's a good play list when Revived plays, like yay! Someone who actually knows and uses that song!

This is what i wrote during the playlist :D : The castle was bleak and empty. Cobwebs and an occasional piece of furniture popped up in rooms of the castle. Moei tightly gripped her weapon, a golden dagger decorated with ruby roses. Surely this place can't be the right place, right? It's dark and dank, you could smell the loneliness radiating from the walls. As she walked farther and farther into the castle, she felt close to danger. She quickly turned around, dagger ready. A shadow of a person blocked the light from the castle's entrance. “Well, well, well. Another thief, here to steal my possessions?” The shadow said, annoyance dripping from his voice. “Wait, sir, I’m no thief!” Moei called out, hands shaking. “I’m here in need of help! The village-” The man bursted out laughing. Moei couldn't help but feel mildly offended. “Dhyra needs help? Again?” The man laughed angrily. “The last time I helped that damned place I was exiled.” He walked closer to Moei. “Why would I help my hunters, woman? Enlighten me.” The grin on his face turned into a frown. “Well? Go on.” “Please! I’ll do anything! You don't even have to save the whole of Dhyra, just my children.” The mother begged, tears filling her eyes. The man’s face softened with concern, but quickly hardened up once more. “You're not the only one who used tears for pity points.” He scowled, “Now, leave my sight or you'll end up like the beggars before you.” He walked by her, hand on his weapon. Moei fell to the ground, grabbing the man’s cape. “Please…” Moei cried, her nose basically touching the floor. This stopped the man in his tracks. He turned around in surprise. The last person who'd touched him was… never mind that. Moei prayed to any god listening as she felt her handful of cloth being ripped away. She shook with fear before she was greeted by a surprisingly soft hand on her shoulder. “Stand up.” The man’s voice was much softer, as if it was filled with cotton and honey. Moei looked up, the view of a beautiful man filled her eyes. “I’ll help you. Not Dhyra.” Moei immediately sobbed, hugging the dark soul before her. “Alright, alright.” The man said, slightly pushing her off of him. As they both stood up, the man smiled and spoke once more. “I am Achilys Vos.” “Moei de Laufen.” She said, wiping her face…

I needed a playlist to get me in the "writing a villian" mood and I immediately clicked when I saw this! First enemy then revived!! Best playlist!

everyone who's studying with this music: Checklist: • A bottle of water, at least 1liter. Your brain works better if it has enough water and drinking helps you to concentrate💧 • Your charger. You sometimes don't even notice that your device's battery is going down, so better have it plugged in all the time🔋 • Your headphones. You will be able to focus more with headphones, because it blocks background noises. Also, if it's a late night study session, you won't wake up anyone🎧 • a tea or coffee. Coffee keeps you awake, green or black tea can make you feel more awake as well.☕ • Your study/work stuff: your laptop/tablet/phone , a few pens, paper or whatever you need.⌨ •Anything else you could need, what about a heat pad, a blanket, a good lamp, your pet so you have a study buddy 🐈 Reminder: After an hour, you should stand up and walk a bit around. Better stop the music or put on different music for the break. Open your window, even if it's cold outside. Fresh air will make it better, trust me. You could also lay your head down on your desk for ten minutes and listen to a podcast. Or, if you have to read a book, listen to the audiobook of it. You can also listen to the audiobook while doing another thing, that's even better than listening to music while reading the book. 📖 I hope y'all had a good day, if not, that's okay too. Remember to take care of yourself and try to get some sleep tonight 😴🧸 (not mine! but copy paste it around!!) (You're welcome you all and Thank you so much! Love you all

Guess who's back? Back again? Adachi's back! Tell a friend! ;)

A man appeared from the chaos of the war. He had a hood pulled over his face, so that you could only see his sick and cocky smile. He looked straight at Jace, and pulled off his hood. Fear struck into Jace's heart when he recognized the man. "Luke!" Jace thought to himself, not saying the name out loud, and turned to run. Bea had told Jace that he stood no chance against Bea's brother. Against Luke. So Jace ran. Suddenly, Jace froze. He couldn't move, and was lifted into the air, slowly turning around to face Luke. Luke had his hand casually held up towards Jace and was smirking. Jace noticed that Luke seemed relaxed, even though people typically seemed strained when using telekinesis. Jace didn't like the fact that this seemed too easy to Luke. Luke spoke in a deep, sinister voice that sent chills down Jace's spine. "Oh come on, don't run! Where's the fun in that?" Jace wanted to retaliate, but the words got stuck in his throat. Luke continued. "And, don't you wanna impress your girl? My sister? I know for a fact that she values bravery." Jace managed to speak. "She's not my girl." “Really? Tsk tsk. Sure seems like it, since you stare at her like she’s the only thing in the world and she is obviously in love with you.” “If that’s true, then why has nothing happened yet?” “Well that’s obvious. She was trying to keep her distance because she loves you. She knew that if she got too close, I would target you to get at her. Just like how I killed Axel. And Aery. And it was good judgment, because she’s right. She really cares about you, and you mean the world to her. Therefore, I am going to kill you.” Jace’s heart pounded. “How do you know this?” “Well, like Bea herself said, ‘I’m never safe,’ and, ‘He’s always watching me’. She’s right. I am always watching her. Now, just for entertainment, I’m going to give you a chance to fight me, like a man. We’ll fight sword-to-sword. And don’t try to run, I’ll just stop you again.” Luke challenged. He released his hold on Jace and snapped his fingers. A simple sword appeared in his hands. “Well go on! Pick up your blade!” He said. Jace wanted to do as Bea said and just run, but he knew there was no way Luke would let him. Jace started swinging at him, using all his strength and concentration. He used every move he could think of, but Luke effortlessly blocked every attack. “That all you got?” Luke taunted. Jace tried harder, but it made no difference. “Well, this has been fun, but I have others to kill.” He said. In one swift motion he stabbed Jace in the stomach. Jace inhaled sharply and dropped his sword. Luke let go of the sword and left it in Jace. Luke smiled and disappeared into the chaos. Jace foolishly took the sword out of him, and the pain from that made him collapse on his back, barely conscious and holding on. Jace had dealt with many injuries before, but something was different about this one. This one struck deep. Jace laid there, helpless. The battle slowly shifted away from him, and he was thankfully unnoticed by any of the enemies. When there wasn’t anyone around him, Keith noticed Jace laying on the ground, and drove over to him. He rushed over to Jace, ripped off his own shirt, and used it to try to stop the bleeding. Keith started calling for Bea, but she couldn’t hear him. Jace continued to decline.

*They fall to their knees, an overwhelming feeling suddenly coming over them. It had been a year after they defeated (villain)..* "No.." *They mutter, shaking from head to toe.* "What a nice way to greet an old friend." *A cloaked figure appears before them, towering over (hero).* "So, did you miss me?" *(villain) grins psychotically.* aAAA idk I got the motivation to write this umm yeah love writing fr but this isnt from any of my books soOo...

Glad grandson is finally becoming more popular. He deserves the recognition

Thank you for putting songs that aren’t that common. I listen to a lot of playlists and their always the same songs

having revived on here is sooooo good

I love how you included Revived which is about canon Wilbur Soot 😂

4 of my favorite artists, and an absolute banger of a song I've somehow never heard of. This playlist is a 10/10 from me

They were pronounced dead moments after falling. No one had bothered to check if it was true. Unfortunately, this was their downfall. Because they were alive. The villain was still alive. She looked around her with confusion. She hadn't expected to ever wake up. Her thoughts momentarily drifted to the possibility of an afterlife, but they moved away as she saw the blood still spilling from the cut on her torso. I'm too lazy to continue and I have a headache, so do with that what you will

16:17 I was drawing and then I start hearing a photo being taken sounds and I was like "where the fuck, who the fuck. Oh it was the song lmfao i really need to get some sleep :)))"

“Would it be a bother if me and Rose went to the village? I swear we will come right back. I just have not been in years.” I put on my best face to plead with her. “I-I do not know what your brother’s wishes are…I would not want to upset him in any way…but…Oh well, screw it. You can go out. I’m sure it won’t hurt anything as long as you come back before dark. Plus, he never has to know.” She winked. Me and Rose squealed and jumped for joy. “We are going to have so much fun!!” She laughed. “Let me just get my basket!” And she was off. I beamed. I was excited, and impatient. But she was taking a really long time. “Let me…Just grab her.” I grinned at Mrs. Potter. She nodded, watching me leave. It took me some time to find the exact door she took, but I found it because she had dropped her basket, and there was a trail of something red on the ground…I ran to the door I knew she was behind. Fear flooding through every vein in my body. Pushing it open slowly, I was greeted by something horrible. A beautiful man, with jet-black hair, pale skin, and almost burgundy-red eyes, with a knife held high over his head, blood dripping from his body, going for another stab at Rose. I screamed, and tried to run. But it was too late. He smiled, and the door closed behind me. . . . His smile brightened as he dropped the knife. “Sorry you had to see this, my love...I couldn’t let her get in the way of our plan.” My voice was higher than I anticipated. “Wha-who-are you…?” I finally choked out. “I am everything, and nothing at the same time…” His white teeth showed. “But you can call me Loki.” He bowed for me. Smirking. I backed towards the door. Fumbling with the knob. But it was locked. He frowned. “Leaving so soon? Nevermind that-this is just the beginning.” He grabbed my face, kissing me. I shoved him away, but he just looked amused. “I can’t look guilty, now can I?” He seized me. And before I could stop him, he sliced my arm. Making me scream. I could hear people coming now. “Here.” Handing me the knife, he flicked his finger at the door. Opening it. “Bye darlin’.” He disappeared on the spot. Leaving me with his weapon. Why would he hand this to me…? Mrs. Potter ran up to the door. Pausing in horror. “Malice….? Why is there blood on yo-” She never finished. She had seen Rose. “Mrs. Potter…You have to believe me…” I started edging towards her. She shrieked. “STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! GUARDS!!!! MURDER!!!” “NO MRS.POTTER I-” But I knew she would never believe me. Sobbing, I raced from the room. Leaving her to cry over Rose.

ik Revived by Derivakat is about wilbur soot but that song is literally so good every time i listen to it i have to stop everything im doing and think about how thats literally my villain era theme song.

How did I know Revived was going to be on this list 😂 but fr this is a really good playlist.

Ive never seen REVIVED in a non revivebur Playlist, that is very slay my friend :D

I really went "WILBUR?!" When the 2nd song played

(The dad's the "Villain" the son is the "Hero") The sun glowed over the horizon, the man who everyone viewed as the hero had finally one. The world was safe, or so they thought. As that sun rose higher and higher a figure appeared on the ledge, a figure everyone could recognize. He stood there, the man everyone had though had died. He was back. How? No one knew. The only thing running through the hero's head was "How? How is he still here?" The "Villain" replied, a small laugh in his voice. "Hello again, did you miss me?" That sent a chill down the hero's spine, knowing it was all real now. "No.. I never missed you." "Oh, come now. Don't lie to your self, kid." "I DON'T NEED YOU! I NEVER DID!" "Now, now. That's not a way you should speak to me... Son." "DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU DON'T DESERVE THE TITLE OF MY FATHER!" "Really? Who raised you, son? Who taught you how to ride a bike? Who played catch with you? Who had you back no matter what?" "THEN YOU STABBED ME IN THE BACK!" "No, son.. You betrayed me.. I'm never mad at you, Son.." "YES YOU ARE! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" "There you go again... I'll always love you, Matt." "I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU!" "and that's okay.."

I feel like that title has a double meaning. Who's back? ADACHI DATS WHO

dude "revived" was such a hit- why did *he* had to ruin it?

Tell me if I should add more, I'm liking it so far but I like other people's opinions *As you slowly bleed out on the ground, you hear someone laugh and call you weak, you hear footsteps walking away and then you feel as if you're in a mass amount of pain, a wound across your entire stomach, and your left arm, you think to yourself "this is it, this is how I die." As you then hear voices in your head saying things like, "This is your fate, do you feel accomplished with yourself for being a failure like your parents said?" and "You should get up and kill them all. Get up, don't die until you've proven them all wrong." You liked the other voice as you open your eyes slowly and groan a bit from the wounds, you sit up and suddenly, a big wound didn't feel as big as you felt alive.* "They will all pay..." *You say to yourself and use your sword to help you stand up, a wide grin across your face* "Especially *him."* *You say with anger as you drag your sword behind you, holding the handle with your right hand, you slowly walk through the forest with the small crunching of grass beneath your feet, you barely blink as you walk with a grin on your face, your eyes wide with a look of death upon them. As you walk through the forest you hear music, and people cheering in the nearby village, the grin on your face goes wider* "So they planned all this for my death? Heh... Pathetic for thinking I'd go out so easily..." *You say to yourself and get closer hearing the people talking about how he's a "hero" for killing you. You slowly crept on the outskirts of the village to make a dramatic entrance, as you creep around the buildings and making side you aren't spotted you overhear a few folks talking about your death* **"I heard that the guy was a villain and killed our hero's parents! so devastating..."** *The villager says and then you stop listening to their conversation after that, it was true, you killed his parents, but for good reason. The king was a mean and ruthless man, you were framed for stealing his wife's necklace, it wasn't true you stole anything and got framed, they threw you in the castle dungeon for years, you were given some food but they forgot about you after a year, you got skinny without any food and as you got skinnier you were able to slip through the cuffs and chains, you made your way to the armory and got a great sword, and made your way to the dining hall hearing the family laugh and having a good time made you sick, you burst through the door and killed the king and his wife, the prince managed to escape with minor injuries and you felt a bit hungry, so you had a small portion of the feast they were having and made your way out the door, you lived in a small cottage for a few years, and then he found you. You and the 'hero' had a fight and you nearly lost. You smirked remembering the memories and how they screamed, it gave you a feeling of power. you enjoyed how the blood pooled around their lifeless bodies. You were interrupted from your thoughts when you overheard this 'hero' making a speech, you didn't pay much attention, but something caught your attention so you listened from behind the bushes* "Hello there, I'd like to say, I have killed the villain that terrorized this village, you all are free from the fear, and terrorizing embrace, knowing now, you have been saved." *You stopped listening to his speech, as it was all false statements, after a few minutes you walked out from the bush in a cloak you had on, covering the sword as you slowly made your way to the middle of the crowd and burst out with laughter causing the village people to back away, the 'hero' stared at you* "You call that being heroic?" *You say and rip off the cloak, the wound across your stomach and arm still there, the hero's eyes widen* "Y-you, how? I-I killed yo-" *You cut him off* "Killed me? I'm clearly still alive, and revived from the dead, or was it just me acting? you'll never know. So... Old pal, have you missed me?" *You say, a maniacal grin across your face as you take a step closer, you could tell this 'hero' was nervous, but he tried to keep his brave act. You smirked at his nervous form and pointed your sword at him* "How about he have a round two? Or are you too scared to fight me again 'hero'? What shall you say for another duel?" *You say, you hear people scream and flee away from the scene, some still watching from behind bushes, or on their porch, some staring out their windows. You couldn't help but have a wide grin at their fear still staring directly into the 'hero's' eyes. He stammered and took a step back but acted like he was getting into a fighting stance, he held his sword shakily in front of him, you couldn't help but feel power at his trembling form as he attempted to sound brave* "Y-yeah, we'll have another duel! We shall fight! I-I'm not terrified of you!" *He said trembling, you couldn't help but laugh at his scared form.* "Bring it on then, if you're such a hero, prove to the people what YOU actually are, what your parents did, how you, made me who I am." *You said, with anger in your tone, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't normal you were angry, but this time you could see who made you this way face to face, as you and him clash swords you manage to throw his out of his hand, and push him on the ground, your sword pointing in between his eyes he stared at you scared, you couldn't help but feel power seeing such a "hero" tremble before you, you decided to make it memorable for anyone who watched you from the safety of their houses, as you shouted out.* "You people have been brainwashed by this FOOL who calls himself a hero. I have the blood on my hands, but with a purpose. This *fools* parents locked me up for a crime I hadn't committed. He is the reason I am the person I am. A villain, in your eyes, a disgrace to the village, a person who shall be dead. Tell me, would you snap if you were thrown into a prison cell for years for a crime you didn't commit? Wouldn't you snap at feeling weak from being tortured? From being starved nearly to death? Tell me. Am I really the bad guy here? Or is he the REAL villain of this story?" *You say shouting to the towns people, some have taken steps outside their house to watch from their porch as they stare in shock at you, some stare in hatred at the person they thought was a hero, who now lays beneath your blade scared.* "P-please I didn't know you were innocent I didn't even know you were ther-" *You cut him off staring right into his eyes.* "You didn't know I was in a dungeon? You came nearly every week with a platter of leftovers from your family nearly every week. You never fed me, you wanted me dead." *You said, it was like there was venom on every word you said as you stared at him in pure hatred as your blade made contact with his throat and his eyes widened even more in pure terror as he tried moving one of his hands to remove the blade, which you then took a step on his arm causing him to stay down as you pushed your blade a bit further into his throat, nearly causing damage, you couldn't help but have an ear-to-ear grin, you knew you've won the battle and he knew it too, you pulled your blade up off of his throat and quickly stabbed down, as you heard a scream of terror knowing the blade pushed through the skin all the way, you lifted your blade out of his throat to see dirt and blood along the blade, as a fountain of blood splattered all over you, you couldn't help but take a finger and wipe some of the blood off of our cheek staring into his lifeless eyes as you licked the blood off of your finger with satisfaction. People stared at you in fear and some screamed, others laughed. You felt powerful as you turned around to the people and just walked with the blade dragging behind you, the townspeople watched you walk away, some in terror, and some with satisfaction, you didn't care, you were now free from him, the "hero" of the story was gone, and you felt alive to be thought of as a villain, you walked to the castle the prince/hero, and the royals once lived in, the metal of your blade scraping against the tile as you took a liking to what you will call your new home.*

"I'm back did you miss me" is literally the title of my childhood book I wrote where the main character gets killed and revived and comes back for revenge. I guess I have a book playlist to listen to when I do edits from NaNoWriMo

Ok...this by far the best, and I've listened and searched and prowled many, playlist set I've seen on YT. Well done, my friend 😊

Thank you for including time stamps! Always the first thing I look for in playlists lol; great songs!

Vocês não sabem o PRAZER que é estar de volta 😌

I’m definitely using this for my villains arc in my short story that I’m writing

THIS PLAYLIST IS AMAZING

"I tried," They whispered aware no one even cared, they were all alone, they always have been. Bloodied and beaten, they sat there knowing the once smooth pale skin on their back now shredded to ribbons and painted with crimson blood. "I kept it hidden for so long. I loved you, Jay, why did you--" "Because you were easy, Em, I knew I had to get you wrapped around my finger again," Jay said undoing the top button of his shirt, as the person of his attraction whether it be lust or just pure obsession sat crumpled on the ground covering their naked half naked body. "It seemed pitiful to go the old-fashioned way, I mean it took me months to win you over." "Was I just a game for you to win?" Their voice broke with the rage and sadness that built and ate at them. "You should know I don't take well to intimidation or violence since you think you know me so well." Emine finally stood trembling as their back slowly mended itself, they no longer cared about their exposed body as much as they wanted to see their hand wrapped around his throat. See him struggle as their hand closes off his airway, wondering whether or not to end him fast or slowly make him suffer as he did to them, Em turned slowly to face him the man who took the last bit of their dignity in just a few hours. The thoughts running through Emine's head were wild from tearing apart to making him fear them until he begged them to stop as if they would. "Come on, Emmy," Jay said, his once sweet loving smile now evil and vindictive, his arms wide open as if for Emine to run to him for comfort. "Let's start our relationship over." He was insane for thinking they would forgive him now. They felt a chill run up their spine as they couldn't bear to hug him. Emine walked closer to him, watching as his eyes wondered to their chest that was left exposed. "You know what I should have done the moment I saw you?" They asked as he just continued to stare at their body, and they took this moment to grab him by his throat closing slowly. His hands immediately went to theirs, unfortunately he was unable to take off their hand as it kept getting tighter and tighter making him gasp and so desperately cry for help. "I loved you, Jay," Emine's voice was dark like it wasn't theirs, "but you took that for granted and now that you wanted it back, that love is gone. I despised you, you're nothing but a coward and that you'll always be that. But don't worry I will fix that today." They took their other hand and simply enclosed both of them around his throat, feeling his heart pounding against their palms as he shook to escape. Tighter and tighter they squeezed until he simply stopped moving, his hands fell to his sides and his eyes were bloodshot and now dull as the life left them. Emine let go of him satisfied knowing they were the ones that ended him. "Emine?" A new voice called out and they gasped awake feeling their body wake, everything ached and reeked of blood. Emine knew it was all a dream and Jay was still alive, that they were alive and in pain, they cried feeling everything coming back to them. Emine vowed to no longer be the good guy, it was so much better to be the one everyone feared.

I love this! Thank you. I thought it would be normal until the second song! (Love it!)

as a DSMP addict I am pleased to be in the presents of this video for revived being apart of this

Whaaaait.. DERIVAKAT SONG?! IS THIS REAL?!?

Omg this is amazing I’m gonna play this on repeat 😄

the shock i had when i heard revived.. like what

The voice’s laugh was maniacal as everything in the room began to go haywire. People backed away from their podiums and closer together, trying to find the origin of the sound. The voice, now without a filter spoke. “A wonderfully good guess but you see. Kai wasn’t the one pulling the strings. But I think you knew that better than anyone didn’t you, ‘S’ ?” “No… you’re…” The woman of haunted porcelain, S, held her stomach. The recognizable voice, so could no longer deny it. “Everyone get back.” “Still just as much of a martyr eh? Well that won’t matter soon enough.” Machinery clinking, the wall practically shook open as ever participant was cornered, huddled together not knowing the threat around them. Then the shaking stops. The air became tense as part of the wall separated apart to reveal him. The woman of haunted porcelain stood before the group, her glare towards him venomous in nature. “I thought you were blown to bits in that explosion. How the hell are you hear?” It practically drove her mad. Seeing that smirk, it only solidifying the fact that the worst nightmare that world had ever seen appeared before her. A smile lingering on a face now partly made of metal, in fact it was a majority of his body now. Different wires and circuitry now intertwined with someone who was barely even considered human before, it only gave a more monstrous appearance. His now mechanical eye that replaced his dysfunctional one glowed red as he smiled from ear to ear, yet his tone was monotonous and his words were laced with insanity. “Shouldn’t I ask you the same ‘S’? After all, it was I who stabbed everyone in the back. You two times but whose counting?”

When you thought your old self was actually gone completely for good and by old self I mean the bed side not the good side and negative side the side you never want to see and feel again…but you feel yourself shifting back into it… you want to run from it and escape from it but it’s catches up to you and slowly takes over you. This playlist feels like it lol fighting with your current self Vs. your old self except you know how to fight it or escape from it

The people cheered among each other at the party which was held after the defeat of the greatest villain the city could see Among the crowds of people was the group of 4 who were the people of the hour, the heroes who defeated the villain People congratulated the group to which they also merrily thanked back them back as they stood at the stage made so the heroes can be seen by everyone All three heroes were happy except for one of them One of the heroes noticed this and said "Hey dude, why such a long face? Let's celebrate our victory and that can't be done with such a long face" The said boy just sighed and with a quiet voice replied "Did-did we really had to finish it this way? I-I mean instead of killing him we could have just put the guy in jail and given him a chance to change" his eyes held indescribable sadness that he did not know why he was experiencing, all this hidden by the mask on his face The third hero just snorted while taking a sip from his glass of alcohol before saying "Your empathy was always a weakness and will always stay this way. He was god forbid villain who terrorized the civilians and put danger to a lot of lives in, so ending him was our greatest goal and now our greatest achievement. So you mean to say that we, moreover our leader bring wrong for doing this? Are you empathizing with the villain instead of our civilians" The boy panicked at this and was about to refute this accusation when a cough made the tension among the group break and they all looked at the fourth hero or better known as their leader "I believe there is no need for such a fight on a happy occasion when everyone is celebrating, friends" the leader calmly states as he takes a glass of champagne from the waiter standing near him before continuing "Our young friend, is just feeling under the pressure of morality as we all know that he very disciplined about it but my friend when we could see that this villain was a major threat to our precious city, so by keeping him in jail was ignoring the inevitable and defeating him at once was beneficial for everyone. That's why I took the difficult job of killing the villain so no one of you suffers from this, did you understand?" Hearing this, the 2nd hero went quiet as there wasn't anything to refute this and just cast his gaze downwards while nodding The first hero gives a light pat on the shoulder of the second hero before saying "Chin up man, today is for celebration and the leader is going to give a toast to the crowd now. Let's not show them this mood" making the 2nd Hero just silently look front The leader turns towards the crowd before saying loudly "Dear citizens of our city, we all already know but I will like to dedicate this day to the victory of good over evil and for the victory of our city. Killing might have been an extreme case but sometimes small deeds needed to be done for the greater good. So let's give a toast in the name of our victory" The leader raises his glass before shouting "FOR THE BRIGHT UPCOMING FUTURE OF OUR CITY" But before anyone else can raise their glass, a loud crash of glasses to the ground makes everyone startle and the heroes quickly look towards the source of the noise It was the waiter giving alcohol to the heroes who seemed to have mistakenly slipped his tray of glasses to the ground The 2nd hero worriedly asked "Hey is everything alright there?" to which the waiter only smiled and clicked his finger suddenly causing a blackout in the room and making a slight panic among the people but the heroes didn't need to do anything as the light came back quickly Yet a scream caught everyone's attention and when they turned to see what it was, they were shocked as well Standing in place in place of the waiter now was the one and only greatest villain who was supposed to be dead Everyone standing near him gasped in shock and horror as they saw the man they feared so much standing among them but the villain didn't wait much as he leapt up to stand at the handrail of the second floor, a tall top hat sat on his head with a cloak around his shoulder and his body adorned by a suit, the man smiled elegantly and showed a bow to the crowd below "Im-Impossible!! How are you alive?!!" the 3rd hero screams as he pointed at the villain who just continued to smile The 1st hero was still very shocked and if you look closely his eyes trembled a little while the 4th hero just stayed still quietly as he tried to make sense of this situation As for the 2nd Hero? He felt a relief he never felt before in his life upon seeing the villain when suddenly their masked eyes meet and the hero felt as though the villain was happy himself upon seeing the 2nd hero making a heat rise inside his heart The villain quickly took his gaze away from the heroes and turned to address the whole gathering "Citizens of this city, it seems you all didn't enjoy my presence much because in just taking a few days off the whole city is celebrating my death. I'm much hurt by this and decided that I shall bring my presence as a gift for your celebrations~ Oh citizens I took the rest just to do some research on your beloved heroes, especially your oh so magnificent leader! And I seemed to have finally found interesting information that might be of interest to you all, so shall I tell it to you all?" The leader,1st and 3rd heroes were slightly trembling with veins popping on their hands and head after hearing this while the 2nd hero just looked between the two parties in confusion at this "Stop with this bullcrap!! Get down here so that we can't stop your deception and we can end you for real this time!!" The leader snapped and shouted, shocking a lot of people to which the villain smiled even more "Oh, I was thinking of doing that only so no need to shout for I have prepared a long night for all of us!~~"

“Finely old friend, did you miss me?”

i listen to this on repeat when I'm writing my novel. It's about some dude wanting revenge so this playlist is absolutely perfect for the vibe.

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m back,” He whispered. “Did you miss me?” Mara took a step backwards and wrapped her arms around herself. “You shouldn’t be here.” He threw his head back, hollow laughter erupting from his body. He met Mara’s eyes. The red pierced right through her. “I’m not quite done with you yet,” He murmured, snaking an arm around her waist. “We could have the world, you know.” She gritted her teeth. “I… would… rather… die.” “Really?” He cocked his head and grinned, showing pearly white teeth. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a slip of paper. Then he leaned forward, his hot breath on Mara’s neck. “What do you want?” Her voice shook with false defiance. “What do I want?” He asked, his breath turning cold. Then he pulled away and handed her the paper. Mara unfolded it and read the words imprinted on the inside: _Zach is not who you think he is. He’s a terrible person. I’m sorry, but I think he might be a vampire. Love, Mom._ Mara slowly raised her gaze. “What did you do to my mother?” She asked, every word dripping with blood red icicles. “Nothing.” He shrugged. “But I could do whatever I wanted, couldn’t I?” She shook with the rage that filled her; the fire that burned deep within her heart. “You already took my sister. Isn’t that enough for you?” He grinned. “I haven’t killed your mom yet. But I can. And I will.” “Oh?” She tilted her head. “I’m not afraid of you, Zach.” He lowered his voice so that it was barely audible. “You should be,” He whispered. And then he leaned forward and sank his teeth into Mara’s neck, silencing her scream. Ice cold blood spilled onto thirsty red lips.

This kind of nakes me feel like I used to be a mastermind villain who they thought died but then come back in a disguise then later on with a giant villain battle I go to there side and reveal myself more powerful that ever. (And the villains won) Love the playlist❤

Blurb time! (But more than a blurb because I can't limit words :P) also please ignore typos, I'm on my phone rn. --- Procyon gripped the amulet around his neck, his tail lashing behind him with the rising tension in his body. Magic flickered weakly in his core. He was expending it, but he couldn't stop now. He was going to die regardless, but he refused to die with regrets and what ifs of how thing might have changed if he didn't throw everything he was into this. The tip of one of his ears twitched and he looked behind him. His white eyes dropped down to look at his shadow for a moment, staring at the two sharp points that made up the taller horns atop his head. He had two smaller horns protruding from his forehead. *He was running out of time, he needed to keep going.* Aiylia used to put flowers between the two sets of horns on the days where neither had assignments. She was one of the very few humans that accepted Procyon. He wasn't likely to forget that, nor the sacrifice she gave up for him. But she was always reckless, wasn't she? It was only a matter of time before her actions ended with her blood staining the dirt. She died on pavement though. *Keep running. Keep fighting.* Procyon turned away from his shadow, shoving down the disgust before he began running again. For a magical being, pain and exhaustion was still very real to him. His lung and calves ached. He couldn't feel his feet anymore, although whether that was good or not, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. *No time to think. Keep running.* Procyon was sure he was leaving behind bloody footprints, although they would look nothing like a humans. Aiylia used to ask if that was how the myths of monsters spread around humanity. Procyon never had an answer for her. He regretted that now. His legs gave out under him as he tripped on a cable. To where he didn't know. A twisted yelp left his mouth, white glowing eyes going wide. The black markings making a band around his eyes flickered as he tried to use his magic to stabilize himself. His black extremities did the same, cause the contrast between the ebony skin and the indigo and blue markings that made up the rest of his skin to see less apparent for a moment. He only had on the shorts that Aiylia had bought him upon their first meeting. His uniform had been discarded in favor for fighting and running. A hand closed around the back of his neck, just above the black markings on his back. Procyon gasped as he was lifted up and placed back on his feet. He could feel the warm breath of the object of his fleeing and fighting brush against his skin. His muscles contracted and he shivered. "Please." He gasped, the words of his people foreign on his tongue after so long in the company of humans. The other clicked their tongue. "Did you miss me, darling?" They asked ignoring Procyon's babbled pleading for mercy and help.

Im absolut inlove with this playlist !

Thinking out loud truthfulness is the music that hits your bones and soul

I added this to my villain arc playlist and I have to say that looking back my villain arc playlist has the coolest songs

Elias slumped, his energy completely drained, shock imprinted upon his face. “W-Why?” He stammered, the word barely leaving his lips “My love, you know why~” Mairi smirked “Did you miss me, dear?” “Darling, you killed me, it’s your fault I’m here.” Her look clearly accusing, her eyes flaring with pride. Elias slowly stumbled, trying to stand, his legs refusing to move, he’s lungs refusing to breathe. *I can’t die, not here, not now* he thought to himself, his teeth clenching. Mairi laughed “Oh my dear! Look at that face!” She grabbed his chin, lifting it towards hers “Now open wide, True vampiric fangs sell for a fortune~” This is inspired by one of my friends DND characters! I DM for them and it was so fun to play a chaotic, revenge seeking villain! If you want more just ask and I’ll come up with more :D

i got so surprised when i heard revived lol

Wow, one of the best playlists i've heard so far, thank you for making such a good playlist! (and also including timestamps)

revived my beloved

BEST PLAYLISTTT!!!

Two of my favorite Imagine Dragons songs in this. Nice.

Holy shit Revived goes HARD. I'm here for it

The second one is a dream smp song!? Holy crap that shit SLAPS

REVIVED IS SO UNDERRATED I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST ❤

A little Wicked reminds me so much of Jude from the Folk Of Air book series 😊

this gives.... ✨✨Moriarty Vibes✨✨

I have a new fav song now but I don't know where to find it..thank you sunrise 💖😂

"Hello, hello, my friends," Jed's voice filled the room easily, his tone warm, yet so very commanding. His gaze-- his black, soulless gaze-- locked directly onto Clio, still frozen in her seat at the head of the table. "I'm back. Did ya' miss me?" Clio grit her teeth, swallowing thickly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her shock. "Mr. Shark," She said slowly, with faux affability. The other members of the board stirred restlessly at the familiar moniker. Not a single one of them didn't know it. "This is certainly a surprise." "Isn't it?" Jed replied cheerfully, his teeth bared in a smile similar to that of the predatory fish that shared his name. His bodyguards flanked his sides, their weapons gleaming in the fluorescent meeting room lights. "Just thought I'd pay an old business friend a visit. Let her know I'm doin' fine." Clio pursed her lips, resisting the urge to reach for the pistol strapped to her thigh. "Mr. Shark, I'd heard quite the rumor," She said carefully, pretending to check her nails, as if her cuticles were more interesting than the magically-somehow-alive man before her. "I'd heard that your dear business partner had betrayed you. That he... shot you, as it were." Jed laughed; a cold, haunting sound. "Oh, dear. Can't keep anything private nowadays, hm?" He quipped, clicking his tongue regretfully. As he moved, something near his wrist caught the light. *His arm...* it wasn't the ivory pale flesh that peered from his formal suit collar. It was... unnatural. An amalgamation of silicone and gleaming steel, bending and winding together in a sick, twisted parody of an arm. It seemed the betrayal had not, in fact, left him unscathed. But the way his sleeve was pushed up... he didn't wear his dress coats like that. He wanted them to see it. Clio forced herself to laugh good-naturedly, the sound coming out choked and uncertain. "But, you see, Mr. Shark, it's... it's odd that you are *here* if that is true, because..." Clio took a measuring breath. "Everyone is saying that... his gunshot killed you. That you died." Jed smiled, eyes shining like pools of jet-black tar, and he cackled, tossing his head back. He pretended to wipe a tear of mirth from his eye with his clawed, metallic finger. "Oh, my, that's a good one, sweetheart," He chuckled, sighing deeply as he came down from his fit of humor. His smile turned venomous, his razor-sharp features deadly as he stared her down. Even atop her proverbial throne, she felt like she was looking up. "Me? Die? Clio, baby--" He tapped his collarbone, and just barely, partially covered by his tie, Clio could see a mangled bullet wound peering out from the fine silk. *"--I would never."*

AMAZING!!!!

LOVE the playlist! One thing, I think you missed the perfect chance to put by The Veronicas. love this though, 100% listing to this for the next month!!

Came back with a clear and desive plastic how to move forward like boss but with slightly higher quality of self image and glow up

Mauren thrust the knife into Malek's stomach. His smile disappeared. He stared at her, wide eyed. He looked from her to Xavier, who stood helplessly behind her. He's eyes seemed to be filled with sadness, but for what? For whom? For himself? Mauren pushed him to the ground. He clutched the wound in his abdomen. It flowed freely with blood. Hot and slick. His hands were red. The pain was white hot. Malek's head spun. He looked up at Mauren. There was nothing but hatred in her eyes. She leaned over him, "How does it feel, asshole?" Her hair fell into her eyes. Her lips barely moved as she spoke. It was painfully intimate. She held the knife up to his throat, the blade pressing against his skin. An unspoken threat. But a useless one. Nobody was going to stop him from bleeding out. He was going to die. The blood loss made him dizzy. He fell backward and caught himself on Mauren's shirt collar, pulling her in closer. His mouth tasted of something metallic. He looked Mauren directly in the eyes. His were becoming heavy. "How's the pain? Enough for you?" She muttered to him through her teeth. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. His laughter was gurgled. Filled with blood. He coughed some up. There were small flecks of red on Mauren's cheeks. "Mauren, it's not being stabbed that hurts. It's how easy it is for you to kill me. That's the most painful thing in the world." The last thing he saw was her eyes widening at the realization of his secret. His terrible, awful secret. That all along, after everything he had done, He loved her. What a disgusting thing to do.

YOU ADDED REVIVED AND IM SO FUCKING HAPPY

Thank you 💕 for this music ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It’s giving eclipse from the sun and moon show lol I love this play list❤

Bro I love the name of this playlist

Now I have come back, and I shall retrieve my throne… watch out the QUEEN HAS COME BACK :))))

Amazing

I like Wolf by Zack merci and Arcana Got you in the palm of my hand Sowing distrust over this land I can make it hurt till you understand See the truth is I had change of heart And all that I know is You won’t see me coming from the dark Chorus: I’m leaving this all behind You should have listened to me the first time Bet you never saw this coming Don’t you know that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing [DROP] I put my faith in the wrong man Thought I couldn’t fight but I can I was such a fool Under your command See The truth is I had change of heart And all that I know is I will be tearing you all apart Chorus: I’m leaving this all behind You should have listened to me the first time Bet you never saw this coming Don’t you know that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing [DROP] I’ll get in your head like a nightmare And if I was you, I would be scared Bet you never saw this coming Don’t you know that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Best playlist

My favorite of all time

My new vampire vibes is the music that hits your bones and soul that you have been doing well with this new me to get you back in time and space on your love for the future of my thoughts on how I feel about you

Just a little snippet, brief warnings for bugs and death and violence: "Oh, Doctor Riggs, I'm back!" Life sang as they strode back into the halls that once felt so claustrophobic, so cold and so very, very dark. "Did you miss me? I bet you missed me, seeing how much effort you put into keeping me here," The scientist steeled his expression. "Restrain it," he ordered. They simply laughed. "Cut its leg off, it can't run away if it can't walk," they mocked, lifting their robes to reveal the twisted knot of wood and flowering vines that took the place of their severed foot. "You little mortals just can't think further ahead than a decade, can you? I've lived longer than your bloodline, I've faced off against titans. Want to see what I can do to a little creature like yourself?" A guard ran for them, taser in hand, but he could only touch them with a hand already torn apart by beetles, and the rest of him was soon to follow. Meanwhile, Life was barely phased. "Remember when you kept me chained to that machine, harvested my blood for months for your studies? I remember," they continued as another of the guards was drained in seconds by a thousand mosquitoes. "Stop it this instant, Sunrise. What purpose do you have for returning?" Dr Riggs demanded. Their grin only grew. "Oh, you know. Closure," they shrugged. "Maybe to teach a lesson on why you don't cross a god. My father was one thing, but Father has a rule against killing. I, on the other hand, have no such qualms," "You're life itself, you're not capable of causing harm," he said, though his words were beginning to stumble. "The corpses on the floor beg to differ," they sang. "And speaking of begging and dying, shall I see some remorse from you, or shall I tear it from your throat myself?" Just a little excerpt I wrote just now, with my story that I'm working on. The Divinity Experiment isn't anywhere near finished but I sure was inspired just now! I hope you enjoyed, may your day be good, your sleep be restful, your work be little hassle and your creativity flow with ease! (edit made: fixed a typo)

Fading echoes filled the city. X saw her hands, bloodied with her enemies blood. “ This isn’t right,” She said. “ How could we have killed him so easily..?” She muttered asking herself. She saw a shadowy figure jumping from the room. “ I’m back Darling,” He said. X looked in horror, it was Y. “ Agent Y..? Is that you?” She asked looking closer. “ Did you miss me?”

I love this songs in my life

Get em hunney

This actually reminds me of the time I was literally having the shit choked out of me n’ it’s not like I would think you’re lungs don’t burn you just black out after a minute or two and you slowly hear the noise fade away after the person released my throat I turned to them walking away and said “think you can kill me (name) I am not a easy target.”

“Did you miss?” First thing that I thought of was a Sherlock reference

I listened to this playlist as I manipulated my way into the cracks and crevices of my ex's life after she ghosted me. I've always been the good guy, but that changed today. I enjoyed tearing apart every false lie and ruining it all. Sure I'm a little physco, but who's to stop me now? Nobody who I care about will know. Just the ones who were intended to fall by it. And not a single tear was shed or negative emotion felt. Only pure joy when I finally won my game. The mind is a weapon, so stop wasting your time on violence, when it's easier to escape the crime scene with an invisible blade.

Finally a good fucken playlist

the 1st ones called enemy

We are listening to this playlist on 2023.✨

Miss me? Her voice was cold and mean What…… he looked scared I thought you…… he was trembling Died? Hon, i never die. He looked scared She took out her umbrellas which was like a sword You, his voice was full of rage. I will always win. In every lifetime. You will always lose. *she smiled coldly*

That my favorite song

Revived 👍

nice that the second song could confirm what the title is from lmao

omg Derivakat :0

She had it all. The clothes, the high-end best private high school, the perfect smile, the perfect looks, et flipping cetera. She wanted to be the golden, sweet, and innocent twin. I'll finally be her evil, wicked witch of the West to her Dorothy. She saw me walk into her fancy graduation party. She swallowed nervously. "Miss me sis?" Many of her friends were whispering. Good. I wispered, "Trying to steal all of my hard work for yourself? Don't worry, I'll be taking my diploma from you." I smiled. "To honor this grand occasion, let me play something to celebrate my dear sweet twin sister." I played clips of the abuse and ridicule I had to endure for the past four years. Her treats against me if I didn't do her work. The dean and all school board members of the private high school saw it. The chief of police saw it. My parents' business partners saw it. My whole family witnessed this short movie, too. I smiled. "I would like my high school diploma please. I did the work, it's mine." My twin was shaking. "How could you possibly do this to me!? HOW!? WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?" "Hate implies that I have an emotional attachment to you. I don't. I hated you and your parents in third grade. I stopped caring before the end of fourth grade. This is just me dumping the emotional trauma before I never think about anyone here ever again. Also, I would like to push for a no contact order. To the little monster and giant parasite that have been formed by Clara and Paul Archer. Please turn on the water works, sis. And tell them all how your the victim and I'm the true villain. I'll be taking my cat and going now."

RvvdBur coded playlist fr (yeah, + his Derivacat song)