timestamp, hope this helps! :) castle - halsey 0:00 bones - wens 4:36 stay alive - hidden citizens, remmi 8:36 madness - ruelle 12:46 shoot to kill - tommee profitt, quivr 16:21 far from home (the rave) - sam tinnesz 20:08 crossfire - stephen 24:32 walk through the fire - zayde wolf, ruelle 29:03 blood // water - grandson 32:38 war of hearts - ruelle 36:15
"every villain never had the dream of being one, they had a reason to become what they are and it wasn't intentional, but the more hate they have used to be pain"
"Everyone always looked up at my brother, you see? The people, other royalty, our advisors. Of course, he was born first, but I was a close second. As father grew mad and the people grew hungrier, they look at him for support. And he came to my room at night for the same thing, you were there, remember? And I helped, solving problems under his name and voice; playing pretty and dumb for father always said that the place of women, especially princesses, is in silence beside a man. But my brother was weak and when I decided to take the throne, he was no challenge, he said he wanted to rest and a woman or two. Locking up father in the dungeons was harder. Locking up a mad king scars you, you know?" She walked up and down, swinging the royal sword in circles telling her story to him. He watches as the bloodstains in her dress swirl, showing how she walked through loads of blood. It fitted her, a dress that was once white as moonlight getting darker and darker. The same way she did. "But I liked you, you were a good soldier. Did well in bed too. I still don't understand why you" she pointed the sword in his direction "why would you pledge to my brothers. They don't know any better than party and disrespect." "You know, princess, the army obeys the orders it receives, no questions asked." "You could've chosen mine over theirs." She sat on the throne, the obsidian stone reflecting the starlight, her black hair framed her red lips, he felt the need to kiss those once more. She studied his position, unarmed, hands tied on his back standing in his knees. "Stand up" he looked confused. "I told you to stand up, boy" He got up and let out a joke "We are the same age, you know..." "Pay your respects to your queen, and pledge loyalty." He could see her dad's madness in her eyes and white smile and he promessed her his life. He knew her father never got to the dungeons, she slayed him in his bed. And he would help her do the same thing to her brothers, for she deserved the throne.
a great playlist for me to get lost in the imagination that the world is on fire and i am the ruler .....thanks a lot ;) a huge hand of applause for our new badass creator on this youtube platform
"I was once a hero too." His voice hoarse as he speaks, his eyes captivating my soul. I knew he was hurting and he wanted to just let out those tears that he's been holding back since God knows when. His eyes are as cold and intense as a snow storm. "I was delusional. And I wanted to save everyone. Just like you. But you know what?" His palm grasped my face as the blade of the knife stayed against the skin of my neck. "Life doesn't let you be a hero. It breaks you, it destroys you, it gets you on your knees until give in." He gritts clasping the blade a little further as I gasp out a little, my wrists behind me cuffed. "Maybe you didn't try hard enough." I speak, my voice numb as the words leave my lips. His eyes met mine as I felt the thrilling contact in my bones. Pure hate reflected in them, the burning desire just to slit my throat but the chains of fidelity towards the authority restrained him. He leans forward, the tips of our noses brush against each other as I part my mouth a little to control my breathing. "You think you're superior?" A mirage of a scowl at the corner of his lips. His green eyes looked through me. "No. I'm not superior." I speak. "I'm brave." "You're playing a risky game and you're not aware of the consequences." He mutters. I let out a small laugh, provoking him further as his grip tightens around the knife and I felt the slightest pinch against my neck. "You're not strong enough to survive the storm, darling." He whispers into my ear. "I don't have to be, cuz I am the storm." I whisper. "Go ahead then, paint me as a villain in your story." He speaks before gliding the dagger on my skin smoothly. "Because I'll gladly be the one to end you." A subtle challenge comes onto me, a smile curling up the corner of my lips. "You can't end me. You don't own that kind of power." _______ My Wattpad is @Louisgurl1D if you wanna know :) im writing a similar story that'll be up by October 💅🏻
this is so good 😍 I have a song called Bad Side and so many of the lines are similar I love this !! - 'don't get on my bad side, cause you won't survive the storm'. I also have one called Oh, To Be a Villain! and there's a line that goes 'so call me a witch as long as you live' and it really reminds me of the 'paint me as a villain in your story'.. love love this ❤ my music is up everywhere if you wanna hear the full songs 💕💕
The ballroom falls silent as I appear at the top of the grand, sweeping staircase. A small, innocent smile settles on my lips which are painted a brilliant red as I descend the staircase, slowly, letting each pronounced step echo around the room. People whisper, jaws slacken but Iignore them, your gaze in solely on one person. The Prince, a delicate silver crown perched atop his black, silky hair, dark as sin. He turns to face you and his sharp, blue eyes light up in a dangerous spark as his eyes scan you head to toe; the red dress you’re wearing matches your upturned lips perfectly, hugging your curves and splaying out at the bottom so that it trails behind you, slithering down the steps like a silky, blood-red snake. With a wave of the Prince’s hand the ballroom falls back into chatter, useless gossip from throughout the kingdom, no doubt. I can still feel eyes lingering on me as I step up to the Prince, letting the smile tug your lips further. He looks down at you and those eyes, those eyes have done so much, so many terrible things. And it is time for revenge. He bends into a low sweeping bow, extending a pale hand in silent invitation to dance as a slow, magical waltz starts up, the music weaving through the air and couples take to the floor, sweeping skirts and black suits. Perfect. I place my hand in his and when he looks up he only lets a flash of surprise show on his face, so fleeting that I could have imagined it. He pulls me close and leads us to the centre of the room, our steps are perfectly in sync, our hands mould together perfectly. Too bad all this perfection will have to come to an end. His hand grazes your waist and the other one tilts your face so that I am forced to look at his eyes. Those terrible eyes who have seen so much, done too much. My blood boils and my hand slips beneath my skirt. He’s about to open his mouth to speak but those sensuous lips form a surprised ‘o’ shape, a silent scream as I drive a ruby-encrusted dagger through his heart. The blood that spider-webs across his white shirt and stains the black tuxedo a colour darker than black is warm on your hands, a silent comfort. The music falters and people slowly stop their oh-so-perfect steps. Nobody realises what has happened until I let the Prince’s body slump forward. From his throne at the front of the room, the King lets out a yell of outrage but I have already hurled a dagger through the air. It cuts through the music, silencing it completely, the silver gleaming in the light of crystal chandeliers before it finds its home; right in the King’s heart. I turn and survey the room which has fallen silent for my hands, coated in scarlet red blood, are flickering with flames. And my flesh is not burning. “Anyone else?” Nobody dares answer my question, a few slump to the ground having fainted with shock, the rest hardly daring to breathe. Eyes are wide as they glance at my hands alight with flame and there are shouts and roars of frustration from down the castle corridors as guards pound against locked doors. “Good.” I bend down and pluck the silver crown off the dead Prince’s head, settling it atop my own, unbound hair. The crowd parts for me, a sea of frightened bodies as I cross the room, power radiating off my every step. I reach the top of the room and toss the King’s body off his throne with a careless shove that extracts a few gasps from the crowd. I brush a burning hand over the intricate carvings of the throne and let it erupt into flames of fiery red and brilliant orange. I take a seat on that throne and gaze across my castle, my people, my kingdom. I do not burn, not for him, not for anyone. my ao3 account is iwriteweirdstorys i write about the storys of Addilyn and Tristan my orgional characters :)
An empress steps over the bodies of her loved ones to claim what was supposed to be hers. A harsh grin spreads across her lips as she sits on the lush throne and crosses her legs.
I’m going to be honest this is the best song I’ve heard all my life, it talks about life, when a song talks about life it means that you can be anything no matter what but with this song it’s a little more different but instead saying that what ever you do always be FEARLESS
im sorry i had to; a monster, a freak, a beast from hell, thats what they had called me. Well how about I become those things? Move over Satan its time for me to rule your kingdom. War tore through the hearts of many as i sat from my throne laughing at those who fell. Zeus cant stop me, so dont go praying to him, instead bow down to your Queen as i will rule over thee as thou ruled over me...
Amo esta playlist cada vez que me pongo a escribir la escucho, me inspira, mi historia se trata sobre signos del zodiaco. Una princesa nacida bajo la constelación de sagitario, que solo por nacer mujer se le niega el trono y es obligada a casarse. Agatha no quiere ser la reina de otro reino, sabe que se le quitó la posibilidad de poder gobernar el suyo y esta molesta con el orden de las cosas. Cuatro continentes, doce reinos y una historia de amor.
I step onto the marbled floor, the swirls reminding me of blood that will stain the grounds when i reign. The gemstones on my crimson heels drip with shine as my black, lace ballgown glides across behind them, the dagger hidden beneath it hiding a secret worthy of death. The ruby mask that veils my eyes is the perfect distraction, hiding me as a damsel meaning no harm. Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate. As i am about to take another step a man blocks my path. The prince. The prince whose blood runs with the enemy. The prince who i must take down. My crimson lips curl into a smile as he approaches, his emerald green eyes seem to reflect devilish lust. He extends his glove clad arm, bowing, and utters "Care to dance with me, M'lady? I know not what your motives are, though your beauty is enthralling." He knows my motives. He knows i am here to destroy his kingdom. Except my face is masked, he doesn't recognize. Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception. I take his hand, my eyes meeting his, a sheer moment of ecstasy between two young rivals. As soon as he places his arm on my waist, he knows. He feels the dagger, he feels it's engravings. I smirk as i remove my mask. His lips curl into a frown, as he cannot do me harm amidst the ball in the honour of his father. "The show must go on, your majesty." I whisper in his ear, dangerously close. We begin to glide across the floor, melodically to the music, a dance of hatred, a dance of death. We both know what i am here for, we both know what's to happen at the end of the evening. As the waltz rolls to a stop, everyone starts to leave the hall. I meet his eyes again. I expect to see utter detestation, utter hatred, but what i see shocks me. His eyes well with tears, they seem to lose their shine. "I loved you, i fell in love with you. Why must you do this?" He whispers. "My kingdom comes first. Love is nothing but lies." I snap as i turn away, my gown spinning gracefully. But he grabs my wrist, pulling me back, pulling me into him, closer than ever before. And he presses his lips to mine. Tears seem to come to my eyes as my affection towards him comes up to the surface. But i can't fall in. I can't let go. I can't give in. I slowly reach to the back of my dress as i pull away, tears streaming down my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine. I snatch the dagger out of my dress, pressing it to his neck, two lovers standing amidst an empty ballroom, with only the moonlight for company, the moonlight illuminating the crime against our hearts. "My kingdom comes first, my love. I shall reign, reign with pride. Farewell." I plunge the dagger deeper, blood dripping onto the floor. I drop the knife, my now crimson-stained ballgown the only reminder of the man i once loved, of the slaying of honour, as i walk away, my heels clicking along the floor, announcing my reign, till forevermore.
Its my first time writing something like this. Hope u like it. Rain is when nature cries, thunder is when nature screams, but in that battlefield nature cried blood, and the only thing screaming was the noise of weapons clashing against each other because the people who did sin weren't even given the chance to scream for a last time. 'As it should be' thought the person who caused the destruction. The story of a princess who was no longer a puppet of her father. The princess who was once sweet was walking on the path of revenge. Revenge, a sweet yet dangerous thing. She wanted revenge for the love she didn't get from her parents, revenge for all those beatings and bruises she got, revenge for being banished from the kingdom for disrespecting the king. Even after being a puppet she stood up when she was obliged to marry the person her father chose for her. The person also known as the monster who enjoys seeing people in pain. Determined to take revenge for getting pain all her life she planned, analyzed, trained, organized and came back with her own people as a warrior. Her people winning against the sinful kingdom of a sinful king. The once beautiful kingdom now nothing more than a barren land with thousands of people dying. The once colourful painted walls now painted with different shades of red. And finally with a sword piercing in her father's heart she won. She won from her father, won from the people who were own but were more worst than enemies. 'She was broken but now she was a beautifully broken sinner.' Because to remove a sinner from the land one has to become a sinner to make the number of sinners on world remain same and she became a sinner.
I was the people’s choice. Raised by them and grew along side them. The king had died and they pushed me to the throne. No one was there to stop me. I had kept the thought of the power I held out of my mind. I had tried to make changes that would benefit the people!… The advisors didn’t see me as strong and compassionate. No, they saw me as a weak and poor ruler. They tried to kill me… then I had them all beheaded and I couldn’t help but smile as that bit of power creeped into me. The people, those I had grew along side, those who had cared for me, I watched as they gathered before the walls of the palace. They were enraged and called me a monster, a villain. “If you wish for a villain then that I shall give you.” I stripped away the people’s rights and had those who most looked out for me killed. I sent my armies to other lands to invalid and take over. Now I am face to face with a king while I sit on my throne. I could only smile as I got up and approached him. I watched as he tensed, eyeing me for any sudden movement. However I did not flinch not even when I was walking back and he plunged his sword into my back. I could still just smile even as my vision was blurry and blood seeped from my mouth. (TwT I tried)
