#I will send links to their songs if asked

[shepherdingthepie]

Thanks for 200 subs!!!

all of you are totally amazing, incredible, and downright awesome! To celebrate, I’m gonna have quite a celebration thingy. Lots of events! Yay! Very fun!

Requests!

ok so I’m gonna open requests for some weird things

I’m gonna do song requests! You can request a song for me to play on guitar or piano or sing or any combination of the few! I’ll probably only do a section of the song, so plz specify which section. Here’s an example of a good ask: “can you play the bridge of the song ___ by ___ on guitar and sing the lyrics?” I’ll take abt 15 of these and it’ll take me a couple of days to learn the song and then to record and post it!

I’ll do writing stuff! I’ve never posted my writing on here but I very much enjoy creative writing and I write a lot. I’ll write a one shot for your ocs, I’ll write poems, I’ll do fandom stuff (wings of fire, warrior cats, and newsies). I won’t do nsfw or smut so please no requests for that stuff! My limit is gonna be around 2.5k words for this stuff so just keep that in mind. I’ll take abt 5-7 of these, and they’ll probably take up to a week to complete!

I’ll do OC ratings- if people wanna send in OC’s then I’ll judge ‘em (politely ofc) !

AMA!

I’ll do an ask me anything! My inbox is always open, but now you have an excuse to ask me random stuff! I won’t respond to super personal questions (my address, last name, phone #, etc) but I’ll answer literally everything else haha

ALSO!

I made a side blog for my OC stuff! Here’s the link and I would consider following it if I were you since I’m gonna start posting some fun tidbits soon >:) (no pressure of course)

there may be more stuff coming later this week but that’s it for now!!!! You guys are all so awesome and I’m so lucky to be able to interact with you guys every day :)

honoring my lovely lovely moots: @confused-therian @kaitethecreature @theylovewinnie @gigglesthejester @somepersonwhoexists

@sillysaurusrex @retic-pithon

@thesilliestbeanburger @justt-jayy @justletmestayawakeatthispoint @calico-in-the-forest @galezellybelly

@cold-fins @aspenonpawzzz @thevixens-den

@therealmaquaroonie @bugsb1te @jaycethetherian @thecouncilofidiots @thisfoxisgayaf

@the-silly-maggot

@jojosiwaknock-off @radkatzzstuff @silly-little-puppy @mister-birdman @scrollwyrm

@catchthattherian

total apologies if I missed anyone :(

no pressure to interact, just wanted you guys to see this and know how much I appreciate you guys!!! :)))

[bowmistress]

sagau p2: barbatos' baffled babbling he/they for reader, but no anatomy or dni. tw: slight mention of, like, murder, alchohol drinking, venti is somewhat scared of reader and reader knows. kinda toxic then? i don't know.

💌 kind of ooc since i'm not very familiar with venti's character.. advice appreciated! i feel like i use to many commas lol part one linked here

" a ghost god, a man of the spirits, cannot die. exile is slumber, and death a mere dream... the day will arise, sooner than soon, when the moonlit sisters are only one, and the dragons rest under unimportance, when his slumber is broken, and he satiates his rage with vengeance. "

venti scoffed, shaking his head, sending his braids flying. "what rubbish, i thought you'd know better than to spew such nonsense boreas." he scolded, dainty eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

boreas rubbed his paw against the stone ground of his arena-like abode, his voice a grumbling draught. "i do not lie, barbatos. such were the words spoken by his creatures, when i entered my temporary madness." "and madness it is!" the man of the two exclaimed, "i asked for tales, boreas, not songs! traveler's questions of that fraud have stirred worry within me, i expected you to comfort me with truth!" he guffawed, dramatizing his words, a true performer.

"songs?" the great wolf growled, "i speak the truth of their words, fiction or not. it was his children's' steady belief that he will return, and i answer your questions so." venti rested a palm on his hand, expression neutral, and feelings unreadable, "it is not my duty to please a fool of a god," boreas continued, "or... mortal, such as you, with any lies. i shall not taint my consciousness for your peace of mind."

venti sighed, loudly, as if to shoo away boreas' words with heavy exhales. "nonetheless, i believe my voice and my mentality may be still affected by just the mention of him," venti mused, "you owe me apples, a whole cart load of them, as apology for such disheartening, terrible, astounding news-" "enough." boreas interrupted, his voice a tremorous rumble, but calm as he could be, "you have paid the price of your curiosity with your... grievance, leave my abode at once!"

venti's performances were always met with applause and joyous whoops, from all within angel's share, with the exception of master diluc. the control over something as simple as the air in your lungs did not take an archon's strength, simply dedication. thus, barbatos, rather venti's, melodic voice was never broken or tattered, regardless of his mood.

yet, a deep unrest sat within his bones, settled nicely over his chest and abdomen, twisting and coiling like a trapped snake. despite his banter, and casual attitude to boreas' words, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. the false god's creatures, were much alike their lord, speaking nothing but harsh and unsoftened truths. if their mewls of his return was really spoken, could venti really find peace?

his frustration only grew, the false god had affected his nation as much as they had every other. decabrian fell to the same troubles, but they did nothing but stir his already storming attitude.

"after the moonlit sisters were one"... tevyat's three moons reduced to the lonely fallen goddess in her sky. "the dragons resting under unimportance"... the transfer of power from the primordial dragons to the archons... such tales were dated back to before any ballad venti had sung of, dated back to the age of lady egeria and greater lord rukkhadevata, this first age of archons.

even as decabrian fell and barbatos' reign began, the littered groups of the charlatan deity's mortal worshippers bugged mondstadt with frightening and worrying tales of celestia. tales of celestia's falsehood, celestia's lies, celestia's torments, it all called for utter annihilation and barbatos believed the very worst would come to his people.

barbatos feared the false god. his trickery was no simple game, no harmless joke. it was a dark cancer, which spread through the nations like an airborne disease, threatening every other creature on teyvat. whether it was the archons which would fall for their incompetence, or the people who would fall for their rebellion, celestia lingered closer than ever, breathing down the throats of every worshipper and every god who did nothing.

after the deceiver was exiled, cast away during the cataclysm, all the way to the abyss, venti breathed freely once more. his people loved him, his promises of safety kept their little hearts loyal and happy, but many valued truth more, and the anti-archon's fibs were so well handled that not even the beasts of yore, wise ancient beings, could distinguish between which were false and which were not.

venti shook his head, clasping his fingers tightly on the wood of his lyre, reassuring himself. it has been years since the "signs" of the other's return took place, there would be no reason for them to return now.

being a godling at the time of the liar's peak of influence, he had learnt to scorn the other, casting a weary glance around angel's share. as though to ward himself from his danger, finding comfort in the cackling faces of drunkards and the scowling ones of gamblers.

yet... the traveler's sudden question about the god had left venti stumbling, and no matter how hard he tried to forget, the familiar fear from all those aeons ago held him in a tight embrace. he couldn't help but fell that the traveler's journey on tevyat had not only solved many troubles and saved many nations, but had also seemed to kickstart the problems themselves.

somehow, the twin-braided bard found himself roaming into the thought of how every visit to a nation from the traveler had begun a nationwide crisis, that was later solved by her too. as if... the traveler's presence kickstarted the world into creating events. would traveler's sudden query lead to the return of... no. how ridiculous, venti shook his head. he mustn't ponder such troubling things, and kick around his seriously sober heart, worrying it with bruises.

yes, a sober heart was a weak one. a drink, many drinks would do good to his soul. peace would find him again, and the next morning, everything... everything would be alright again.

even with his wobbly knees and weak mind, the words that he'd unintentionally heard (brought by completely innocent stray breezes) sent a sharp chill down him.

"the truth, the very truth your... your archons do so much to conceal, it- it's true! it's very and true! and- and i'll have you know-" rumbled a man, dazed and reeking of alcohol. venti swore someone just shoved a glass of some odd bitter concoction down his throat, and his worry flared.

perhaps, perhaps he was too hungover the idea, too obsessed with it. perhaps he was hallucinating, yes, that must be it. or maybe it was just another man of the mob, the mob that refused to trust the archons yes, no- nothing about the charlatan. nothing at all. nothing. no need to fear. one bit.

venti's heart didn't beat out of his chest, it instead slowed down, and sank down all the way to his knees. he ought to get home, rest his head, calm down. he took a few deep breaths, straightening the folds on his ruffled sleeves. peace, he was at peace, he found peace, mondstadt was at peace, everything was going to be okay.

he wobbled out of angel's share, raising a hand in salute to the bartender and the other bards inside, a cheery laugh bubbling up his throat and the sight of everyone happy. containing the little bubble of warmth in him all the way outside, handing it like a trembling squirrel.

"mister venti?"

he stilled, head going blank, light, as though someone let his brain lose to float away. "huh?" he replied, woozy, enough to come off as someone stupidly drunk, while also being hyperaware of everything around him, freakishly hyperaware. almost as though someone had washed the booze and the fatigue from his bones completely, every inch of him buzzing urgently.

he turned his head slightly, to see a figure, taller than him, blurry from the shadows off the inns and cottages and venti's own bleary eyesight. "um, what's up?" he asked, resting a hand on his hip, trying to come off as casual, as though to convince himself everything was okay, everything was casual.

the other cleared his throat, stepping into the light, "i was wondering if we could have a word?" the man asked, voice controlled, no hostility in it at all. venti let out a small strangled gasp at the man's face, his eyes, so elegantly tranquil, as though every lash was a meticulously crafted carving, every speck of colour in them deliberately painted.

venti choked, he wouldn't have, yet being already so dazed... "yeah, yeah sure we can, mister..." "please, call me (name)."

venti smiled, knocking his head to the side, feeling a warm blanket of blissful unawareness take over him, strangely pleased. "i see, go on then! we have-" he cleared his throat, "all the time in the world."

(name)'s smile lingered, but it dropped from his eyes, right to the ground, where he crushed it with his foot, when taking a step closer to venti, looming over him.

"i'll make this quick, barbatos," he spoke, voice doused in uncanny calmness. whatever warm blanket enveloped venti before was ripped straight off, sending him into reeling anxiety at the name. "i want nothing to do with your lousy self. but your... people," (name) continued, peering at venti, "your people are causing quite a bother for my creatures."

venti felt ill, weak-kneed and nauseous. when he spoke, hoping to find his divine strength, he was met with the small voice of a newborn god, fearful of the stronger deities. "what?" venti's voice came out in a squeak, fitted forcefully through a crack in a wall, "my people?"

(name) smile darkened, frustration seeping off of him. he would've found the once-archon's fear amusing, if it didn't irritate him so. "your knights, your pathetic-" he inhaled, "devotees. all your dimwitted fools," venti felt a small spurn of anger, at his beloved somewhat-subjects being called fools, which was quickly dampened by the other's raging glare, "they slaughter my folk, cut them to the bone. ruining their already weak selves, drag your people off their bodies."

"i do not wish to kill any man..." he trailed off, losing the barely concealed loathing in his voice for a second, which flared up again immediately, "no matter how, lamentable and disgusting they are."

venti swallowed, backing himself up to a lamp-post, as though using it for support. "your, people?" he wheezed, attempting to carefully cover up his terror with thin, brittle layers of nonchalance. (name) clenched his fist, nails making sharp indents into the cushion of his palm, "i do not take the god of thieves to be a fool, barbatos, so use that little, weak brain of yours to figure out who i speak of."

the abyssal creatures, venti thought, the man's companions for the past five hundred years. he didn't want to confirm, but the coiled snake in his stomach busted forth in a wave of hysteria, sinking its claws into his throat and then ripping out of his body.

"...(last name)?" he shivered.

(name)'s smile warmed again, as though nothing was wrong. as though everything was okay. as everything was and would be at peace, he turned away to leave, leaving venti to cough and splutter.

"goodbye, barbatos."

the false god returned, as venti had fretted, after traveler's innocent questions. strange, for his half-hearted theory to take immediate affect... almost as though they were... no. that was ridiculous.

💌 took long enough lol. kind of troubling over for the next focus character.. maybe yelan? send ideas... anyway below are all the things people are calling reader: false god, charlatan, liar, the other, anti-archon, thief and eventually imbecile. any guesses for what "the truth" is? lol

[ruvviks]

All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path. Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[skyloftian-nutcase]

No pressure ifbyou arent taking writing requests, but i would love to see what you could do based off the song Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil

It gives me Skyward Sword vibes

Link stared at the loftwing feather held gingerly between his fingers.

The last few months had been... difficult. In some ways, they'd been more difficult than his actual journey to rescue Zelda and stop Demise. The pain of pushing his body past its breaking point, the anguish of never seeming to be enough, the heartache of always missing Zelda... they had amounted to such invisible wounds that he was still fighting the repercussions.

Somehow, that was worse. How was one supposed to move on when such a life altering event happened? How did one jolt out of the keep moving keep going don't ever stop or falter for a second and not just... collapse? How did one get back up after doing so?

The world continued to move ahead. His academy still had classes, though chatter of the Surface and its exploration was still a hot topic, even six months after the cloud barrier's disappearance.

The first month it had been acceptable, even understandable. Link had nearly died from his final fight, it had been one thing too many in a collection of wounds and exhaustion. Despite the healing affects of the life fruit he'd been given, he'd still slept for nearly a week upon his return to Skyloft. And after that, the headmaster had ensured he didn't have any kind of workload. Zelda had been at his side constantly, and the two had silently enjoyed each other's company, seemingly cut off from the rest of their people.

But that had been understandable. It had been a long journey. They would never be the same.

However, that didn't excuse this exhaustion lingering for so long. By the fourth month, Link was nearing a point of despair. It wasn't until Commander Eagus spoke to him candidly, told him of the affects on his mind after such an event (no one on Skyloft truly comprehended what had happened on the Surface, but some had put more pieces together than they probably should have). After all, Eagus had become commander when his own commanding officer had fallen in battle. Eagus hadn't fought as Link had, but he still understood to a small degree.

It had helped. To a point. Knowing that his mind needed time was good, that he wasn't just defective, but... it still didn't make it any easier to bear sometimes.

And that was only covering half of the issue. Eagus only spoke from a soldier's perspective. Link had seen more than battle. He'd watched his best and dearest friend become someone else entirely, he'd been told that their friendship was a carefully constructed plan, that he was a weapon as much as Fi had been.

He still hung around Zelda. She still hovered close to him. She'd said it herself, she was still his Zelda. But it... wasn't the same.

He tried not to think about it. After all, he did still love her. After all, she hadn't known any of the plan their entire lives.

But it stung. It stung. Because now... if he had been chosen for this purpose, and if Zelda had been born in the right circumstances so as to befriend him... now what?

What was his purpose now that his journey was over? Now that Demise had been defeated?

Link had never really had much of a plan for his life, honestly. He'd daydreamed his time away, relaxing and just enjoying being with Zelda and his loftwing, enjoying sights and smells and warmth and comfort. He was in the knight's academy, so becoming a knight was obviously a goal, but he had never felt particularly motivated for major life goals. He wasn't much of a planner, certainly not that far ahead.

But now... all he could think about was the future. All he could think was now what?

He knew, though. He knew what to do next. Because six months was enough time to let himself float in this haze of existing and not existing. He also knew it probably wouldn't get entirely better. But life wasn't going to stop just because he had, and for once, that meant something to him.

Link carefully wove the feather shaft into the leather cords, tying it in its place. He'd added beads to the headdress already - his loftwing's contribution was the final touch.

Because yes, he was tired. And yes, he wasn't entirely sure if his mind would ever clear of the fog that had crushed it since his journey's end. But no matter how he felt, his perception of hte world didn't change how it was.

Zelda was still there for him. The Surface was vast, endless even, and so, so new and different. The Triforce needed protecting. Zelda had already made plans for a settlement, and, with Groose's help, was in the process of setting foundations, while Link cleared the area of threats. There was hope, there was new life and a future and things beyond Link's comprehension.

His loftwing purred, bumping his beak against Link's forehead.

Link chuckled, nuzzling into his companion's feathery cheek, melting into the softness of it. "Yeah, I know. Let's go for a flight and then I'll go to her."

Crimson chittered excitedly, moving quickly towards the edge and diving off the island. Link stood there a moment, alone, and then smiled, tucking the headdress into his pouch. He felt anxiety hold him hostage a moment, and then he broke free of it, running full speed to the island's end and leaping with every ounce of energy he had.

The air whipped and whooshed around him, slamming into him layer after layer as he crashed through the sky. His wounds and worries were left behind, and he yelled in excitement and joy, he screamed in defiance at everything that weighed him down.

At the end of the day, nothing could clip his wings. Not even himself. He refused to let it.

Putting his fingers to his mouth, Link whistled shrilly, and his loftwing immediately came. He could always rely on Crimson. He knew, in the end, he could also always rely on Zelda.

And that headdress, alongside a traditional dance, would be the start of a physical representation of that.

In the meantime, his mind and heart soared with his loftwing, and he laughed as he flew through the sky.

[littleoddwriter]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

thank you for sending this to me! <3

[eurovision-facts]

Hi! Love your posts !! Suggestion for a fact (if you take those): Eurocat. The 1990 Eurovision featured an animated purple cat in the postcards (?) named Eurocat and I’ve never seen anyone mention anything about his existence. I only learned about him bc I was researching old shows and saw him mentioned on the Wikipedia page. 10/10

Eurovision Fact #477:

Eurocat was the mascot created for the 1990 Eurovision Song Contest in Zagreb. He appeared at the beginning of each postcard in an animated short that featured a blue background with the name of the country repeating on a diagonal and some cultural representation of the country being showcased that Eurocat would interact with.

For example, on the postcard for Spain, Eurocat blew bubbles that formed the Olympic rings, calling to the fact that Spain would host the Summer Games in two years.

Eurocat was created by Joško Marušić, who is credited for his as a member of the directors of the per-production materials for the contest for animation.

While introducing Belgium, commentator Terry Wogan spoke a bit about the mascot saying, "Eurocat! A tomcat who's slightly neurotic, not too silly, and eminently lovable." He also later said while introducing Luxembourg that he was "trying to ignore this cat," adding "I don't think he's gonna go away though," under his breath.

[Sources]

Yugoslavia, Eurovision.tv.

Eurovision Song Contest 1990 (No commentary), 2:47:06, YouTube.com.

Eurovision mascot 1990 EuroCat compilation, YouTube.com.

Barcelona 1992, Olympics.com.

"I would love to share with you..." @rice-crackerz on Tumblr -- See reblogs and comments (esp by @mirai-desu, @elliemadeit, and @unibrowzz) for their knowledgeable comments :)

[terrifique]

forrrrr the song/fic game, breathing underwater by hiatus kaiyote?

thanks for sending this bb✨

i have to be honest i was not expecting to get one of these but i'm so happy you shared this song, it's so beautiful!

upon my first listen the twinkly mystical opening guitar notes, the dreamy layered vocals, the sigh filled repetition of the lyrics "the world hurts" and "in water" in an almost call and response style really jumped out at me.

immediately i thought of two spectacular transportive fairytale au works.

Part of Your World by @weather-mood

Plant My Seed by @salmoncakepls

these writers have crafted such rich and detailed universes where they explore themes of escapism. in both pieces you have Louis being catapulted from the draining mundanity of his day to day life, into the ethereal world of an obsessive lovers embrace. A lover who makes promises so beyond human comprehension that they couldn't possibly be fulfilled. or could they?

both fics reference water, in varying degrees, as a medium for healing and cleansing. the destructive and intoxicating, sometimes numbing power of it. a tool and a force that inspires submission and promises rebirth.

i know you've probably already read these but they're soooo good, they're worth a reread. fandom classics!

ask game by @dictee for the a meal 2 remember event by @iwtvfanevents

[singsweetmelodies]

i want to thank you all for organizing these little fic exchanges because even if this fandom is alive and well, with them we get a sudden influx of fics and it is really a treat for us ❤️❤️❤️ (a reader who wishes they had the talent to write)

❤️

this is THE kindest, most thoughtful ask, anon - thank you so so much for taking the time to send it!! <333 it makes me smile so much to hear that all these events are doing what i always hope they will: creating a little flood of content that's a treat for everyone! that's all i've ever hoped to achieve with any of these events & exchanges, and it means the world that it's happening!!

so anon, you really are MOST welcome ❤️ but it would be terribly remiss of me if i didn't give a shoutout to the incredible people who have worked on all of these events with me - @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @redyellowstupid, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean - because all of the piarles events i've been involved in have been team efforts in the best way, so any thank-you to me absolutely has to go to all these wonderful people as well. i'm tagging you all here because to me, it's messages like this one that make all the admin and nonsense so well worth it - and i hope you all feel the same way ❤️ LOVE YOU LOADS!! and love you too, anon - thank you so so much for this very kind message, i really do appreciate it so much more than i can say!! <3333

[bibiana112]

Okay, so what is we know the devil and should I watch it? Because your reblog spam you do every so often has me intrigued and I would like to hear you talk about it if you want to

We Know The Devil is a short little indie game about three kids on a summer camp for "bad kids" that is clearly a metaphor for conversion camps and they are in charge of beating the devil with their magical girl radios, the devil is also clearly a metaphor for queerness since it's something they insist is "just a phase" and something the camp goers are encouraged to shame others for "letting into their hearts". It's a visual novel style html game iirc, the prose is really interesting, super weird and informal but full of meaning once you get the full picture and I love how the pov in it shifts depending on the ending and the segments after 3AM just feel like very poignant poetry I wanna chew on it, and the choices you get to make is which one of the trio of protagonists gets together in the end! It's marketed sort of as a choose your own ship kind of thing, and it totally definitely doesn't have heart wrenching character exploration of how it feels to be the one left out in that sort of trio dynamic, totally not :)

It really is super short and accessible, found a really good playthrough of it too if you'd still like someone making voices for the characters, I think I got an ending in less than two hours and all the endings take around the same amount of time, and there are four endings total. I call it the poly lesbian body horror game because it has very light but still eery vibes and because of that I wanted to save it to play on Halloween but I'm gay and full of gay thoughts at the moment so ended up playing it again this week akshsk still at only 2/4 endings though so I'll keep reblog spamming sporadically lol

[kjack89]

2022 Spotify Wrapped Fic Meme

I had a lot of fun with these last year, so I figured I’d bring this back now that the 2022 Spotify Wrapped has dropped.

Send me a ship and a number 1-100 and I’ll write a drabble based (loosely) on the corresponding song from my 2022 top 100 on Spotify.

[breadboylovin]

https://open.spotify.com/track/1zQrwd1JzBEyopkzMi2OSp?si=ee1345f61b83499a

played this in my car on the way back from campus i like how the synth softly rattled my doors. thank you for sharing ^___^

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

How are we dealing with remasters, remixes, and covers? I have forgotten

Remasters are applicable if they are noticeably different from the original (example I gave earlier was the One Of Us remaster by Nightcove because the instrumental/vocal delivery was different + dheusta was added as a collaborator)

Remixes would probably be allowed if they're different enough as well, but I'm hesitant to allow remixes of multiple songs mixed together solely because that would be hell to categorize, and the songs being relatively untouched but cut up to fit together isn't really changing them enough to be applicable here (a good example of something labeled as a remix that would work is Bad Rabbit by tryhardninja because, as far as I can remember, the entire vibe and organization of the song was vastly different from the original)

Covers probably won't be allowed in at all, especially if the original wasn't released in 2023. I'm sure the people doing the covers are adding their own spin on things, but I'd like to remain within the realm of creators and their own work if that makes sense!

[schoolidolfestivals]

Oh yeah, I finally bit the bullet and bought more google drive space. I'll reupload any songs/albums by request if anyone is interested!

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

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Send me a “♫” and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a 5 song playlist

[piratespencil]

Tagged by @cloudheaded!! 🥰

Using your Spotify top 100 playlist, shuffle 10 songs and tag 10 people.

(Almost every single song on my top 100 is from a fandom playlist bc that’s all I listen to, so I’m also gonna include the name of the character(s) that each song is for bc I’m a nerd lol.)

1. My Lover by Birdtalker (Orym)

2. Happy by Danny Elfman (Ashton)

3. Little Fang by Avey Tare’s Slasher Flicks (Fearne)

4. Ghost by Mystery Skulls (Nott/Veth)

5. Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats (NeoScum)

6. Absentee by Jack Campbell (Wei Wuxian)

7. Bad Feeling by Cobra Man (FCG)

8. Hurt by Johnny Cash (Dak Rambo)

9. Can’t Go to Hell by Sin Shake Sin (Bell’s Hells)

10. Everybody’s Falling In Love by *repeat repeat (Wei Wuxian)

I’m gonna tag @awittylemon @wellimhavinga3outof10day @trashpandachaos @muffintonic @katia-dreamer @all-thestories-aretrue @dent-de-leon @gelatinouscute @sheyffer @darktharkthelark 💕