alright, make me your villain 🖤 (part 6) // villain playlist

• Part 7: https://youtu.be/_CNzQ_58dkc • Listen WITHOUT ADS - go to the end of the video and hit the replay button (01:01:40) • SPOTIFY link open.spotify.com/playlist/2tz8yK1S52VQAIDPDyo0om?s… 00:00 Phoebe Green – Maniac 03:26 Halsey – The Tradition 07:13 ARCANA, Zack Merci – Villain 10:33 Neoni – DOWNFALL 13:27 Neoni – Paranoia 16:29 Foreign Figures, EJ Michels – Dark Room 19:18 Valerie Broussard – Killer 21:48 AViVA – Queen of The Freaks 25:21 Ruelle – Secrets and Lies 29:45 Ruelle – Empires 33:21 Grace VanderWaal – Burned 36:30 Chxrlotte – Don’t Save Me 40:36 VOSTOK – Welcome to the Show 43:21 I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME – Do It All the Time 46:05 Imagine Dragons – Sharks 49:11 Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money – Play with Fire 52:08 Lola Blanc – Here Come the Wolves 55:17 Valerie Broussard – Trouble 58:48 Mother Mother – Get Out the Way

“I wasn’t your enemy, but you made me into the villain you needed.”

something that my main OC said: "I don't mind being the villan. After all, I'm dead! And no, that doesn't mean I can't do anything...It means that I'M the one pulling the strings."

“You?! YOU did all of this?!” “Yes. Surprised, aren’t you?” “Why?!” “Because of what they did to us. To you! They started this fight. I simply finished it. All it took was time, patience, and the will to see it through to the end.” “All the horrors! The destruction, the pain and suffering!” “All of it necessary to get our revenge.” “Dear God, little brother; what have you become?!” “Myself.”

"With order, comes revolt, and revolt leads into subjugation, which leads into tyranny and then absolute power." -Grand Marshal Vladimir Kasachok of the Grand Tsardom of Scorpius

When I want to hear a new song, this is the channel i go to. I desperately need these villain playlists too, because that’s the only way I write my villains the right way. Sunset, you’ve got insanely good taste in music. Never stop with your wonderful playlists ❤

"Oh, so if you see the world for what it is, and who I am... why have you decided that I'm the villian? That doesn't seem fair... After all, you were the one with the gun..."

This one has an overall more sad feeling to it, almost like the villain reflecting on the things that made them the way they are. Every playlist gets better and better!

"Fine. Make me your villain." The drow hissed, finally at her limit. She had gone through hell and back only to come out smiling, hiding her scars behind a soft look. Now, her moonlit eyes so renown for their gentleness are cold like the hands whom raised her. Her ethereal beauty became macabre, her obsidian armour dashed with crimson of your fallen leader as he began to scurry backwards, fear filling his face as the blade of her incorporeal scythe slide across his throat. What do you do when the healer becomes the killer? One whom you have known to be so gentle, putting you and anyone else before herself, reassuring everyone else as the darkness and hatred ate away at her.

"It was only revenge," his face was adorned in a falsely bright smile, one that twisted his features in a way that she'd never seen before. But when did the line blur between revenge and a truly evil act? As she stared at him, his eyes gleaming in an odd excitement, she found that for the first time ever, she wasn't sure. She was torn between feeling impressed and terrified. "Why, though?" He came closer — so close that his breath mingled with hers. "Darling, isn't it simple?" he seemed almost like a child, one proudly boasting to their parent. "I was inspired!" Her stomach dropped upon these words, her chest heaving as air became harder to draw in. It was as if she had suddenly fallen from a great height. "But — you've always hated me — hated what I did," "Oh, that's right. . . I did, didn't I?" he smirked, speaking with an air of mock innocence. "I suppose I was mistaken, then — in that case, I guess a 'thank you' is in order," She raised a brow, determined to maintain some semblance of composure despite the hurricane of mixed emotions raging through her body. As steadily as she could, she asked, "Why is that?" "Because," he pressed his forehead against hers, voice lowering to a mere whisper. "You helped me realise that your way of living is much more fun,"

Oh hey! Here's some quotes from one of my villain-like OC's b/c why not. (He's more of a sociopathic yandere, but still) "What's the fun in being seen as something good? Being evil and cruel is the only way anyone will notice you." "You may have the spotlight shinning on you now, brother. But very soon, it'll move from a side character like you..to a main character like me." "Oh, so you get to steal my bride and be seen as a hero? Meanwhile I'm trying to do the same thing, and I'm the villain?" "Me? Blind? Oh, no. I'm just someone who sees the truth in this world." "Heros are just villains that haven't realized reality, my dear." "Me? A villain..? Nice to know I'm the one who writes your story, 'hero'." "You wonder why I'm like this, but you never wonder how. It's like you people don't care~ Oh right, you don't. That's why I'm a villain." "I could never change~ Being seen as a villain is in my blood. And besides, why have a hero's lies when you can have a villain's truth?"

I absolutely love these playlists! Also, I'm an aspiring author who loves making short stories so I thought I'd share this one :) I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the smoke of my cigar before letting it back into the thick air. I crossed my legs and relaxed into my throne. Ravish jewelry hung around my limbs and stuck to my brand new robes. The grand room before me had been illuminated with luxury and the kingdom I now had in my hands raged outside of the castle doors. I scoffed and put the cigar out on the arm of my chair. But of all these things I have earned, none of it held a candle to my lovely Prince. My dark eyes slowly met with man’s before me, his iris’s gleaming with hatred as his chest heaved. His arms laid slack at his sides, each wrist bolted to the ground. He’s stopped struggling against his bindings. “My love, are you done trying to leave me?” I cocked my head, flicking the cigar at the Prince’s feet where I had forced him into a kneel. “I’d love for you to be unbound, but I cannot trust you. It’s a shame.” Silence followed as his delicate features twisted into a grimace. I tutted before adding, “you used to love me.” His brown eyes went alight with anger. “Before you killed my father.” He seethed. “And then you keep me here, stuck to the floor before you for days on end while my entire kingdom is trying to save me.” “Oh, but this was our idea.” Malice crept into my words and he clenched his jaw. “You wanted to overthrow your father. You wanted to make me your king.” I shoved myself to my feet and began my way to him. “Now. . .our plans have been followed through with.” My feet slowly sauntered until I was inches away. “But trust me, you aren’t the only one with regret.” His head of curly brown hair pointed down at the floor, unable to meet my enamored stare. “Answer me.” His silence sent anger pulsing through me—my hand grabbed hold of his mop-like hair and I hoisted his face to look me in the eye. Dark circles corrupted his light brown skin under his disdainful eyes—eyes I had once seen hold so much love, hope, and understanding. His breath brushed my face as we continued to stare. “You know, Caspio, we could have the world right now.” I said. “Your father isn’t here to control us anymore.” His eyes were unchanging and I tightened my grip on his locks. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Thank you for reading!

POV time (ps this is the first time I have written one) As I looked upon the battlefield, I saw my sister, the very one that got me exiled from our country. I feel a smirk creep across my horribly scarred face, knowing this is why I'm here. Back then, my parents thought I cut her face and gave me that same scar, but I didn't see one on her face. 'That fucking bitch' I thought to myself before I yelled out to her "Serena dear sister let's talk". She was naive enough to fallow me behind the baracade once we were behind the baracade I asked her "how do you not have a scarred dear sister? You know the one that I have the one our parents mirrored on my face there should be a line across your eye." She must have heard the sinister tone in my voice because when she answered me her voice wad shaking "I don't know I guess the cuts I had weren't deep enough to scar but when they cut your face I could see the bone" "Why did you blame me" " because I panicked" She had to have known how mad I was getting because she started backing up. "Oh my, you think you can get away from me, my dearest sister. Think again." "Why are you so mad at me? I told you I panicked it wasn't me fault." At this point, she was running, and I was chasing her. "OH, so it wasn't your fault. So, whose fault was it, then tell me. TELL ME." She was slowing down by this point, and I knew I could catch up to her. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do." "What did you do, OH? I don't know, maybe blaming me for something you did, so tell me all those times they brought me to the town square and whipped me in front of everyone it wasn't your fault because you "panicked"." She fell to the ground. I took the opportunity to do what I have always wanted to. With one slash of my blade, she was gone. Beheaded blood spewing from the wound. I was victorious. The last thing I said to her was after she was dead. "Fine, make me your villain and your country, the country I was supposed to ruled, the country you took from me because you "panicked" every time you did something you knew you weren't supposed to will burn. Don't play with fire unless you want to be burned. Three weeks later I can see the country she took from me. "I'm ready." I tell my horse. Me and my people storm the capital. I go straight to the castle. She started the fire in my heart. Now, I will destroy it with the one thing she loved most. (This was long, and my thumbs hurt now, but I hope you liked it.)

The way i am so invested in this playlist series is insane. ... Yes I'm gonna write a blurb. --- Sharp eyes expressed disgust as she moved towards the ledge. Hundreds of people watched below with bated breaths. A betrayal hidden. The act, the set, the show had to continue. She didn’t spare him a word, nor a glance as she flung herself off the ledge. Air was below her, a freefall. The crowd gasped in unison. The sound was like a wave rising to meet her. Her hands gripped onto the bar and suddenly she was flying through the air as gasps turned to cheers. No one noticed the blood until it was too late. The act was finished.

They're just gonna beat us with the power of friendship in the end 😅

Yoooo I’ve been LIVING for this series I love listening to it while I work on comics! Thank you so much for continuing it! ❤❤❤

I've been listening to these playlists for the past 4 days while writing. Let me just say, I normally make slow progress when writing...I've gotten so much done....so thank you! I'm trying to write a series and I'm planning on finishing the 3rd story ( or book...idrk..) this week, then I'm onto the final book. Thank you soooooo much!!!

This is awesome writing seems so much better when one of your Villain playlists are playing!

!!!!! we are so spoiled!!! two playlist in a week and one of them a new villain list?!? swoons playlist idea: journey playlist, like you're traveling through the woods/wilderness like your favorite fantasy characters. or another pride playlist, your last one was so good~!

Working on a DnD character backstory right now, I'll edit this when the playlist is over and we'll see how productive I ended up. This is already sounding awesome.