#‘​Take your cigarette from its holder and burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine and swear that you're mine’

[uranium]

this is still the craziest song ever....and she was born in 1959

[abyssruler]

As we danced to the Masochism Tango

Bash in my brain And make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part

I know too well I'm underneath your spell So, darling, if you smell Something burning, it's my heart

excuse me!

[softly-and-suddenly]

Tom Lehrer’s Masochism Tango would do numbers on Tumblr

[latenightsundayblues]

Bash in my brain

And make me scream with pain

Then kick me once again

And say we'll never part

I know too well

I'm underneath your spell

So, darling, if you smell

Something burning, it's my heart

'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

[sillyartjester]

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches The last time I needed twenty stitches To sew up the gash That you made with your lash As we danced to the Masochism Tango Bash in my brain And make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part I know too well I'm underneath your spell So, darling, if you smell Something burning, it's my heart 'Scuse me! Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that you're mine As we dance to the Maso-chism Tango

[alexandrainlove]

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear

You can raise welts

Like nobody else

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Let our love be a flame, not an ember

Say it's me that you want to dismember

Blacken my eye

Set fire to my tie

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire

It's aflame with desire

Which is why I perspire when we tango

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

[Feyd-Rautha when he’s in love]

@sansaorgana

[quandaryqueen]

Lip Gloss

Music Meister X Hero Reader

Poor H/N cannot stop losing their composure around the dashing scoundrel that is Music Meister.

Suggestive themes

💜 Heroes of Gotham, more often than not would they be inspired in this path of Cape swooshing crusade by the Batman in all his brooding glory. Hears of the praises given by those he saved, respect from fellow heroes, and of course, commands the fear of assailants. As a new night crawling hero, you opted to debut like the dark knight.

"Relinquish your control over the staffs. Now."

Your very first criminal was the Music Meister, harmless fellow until he opens his mouth.

Having him bent on a table, holding his wrists oh his back and to further assert yourself, you press his face against the table. The dominance had confidence through your veins, but you didn't allow that to get in your head... But it was just so empowering to pin assailants and demand them to stop, then they'd cower and beg you--

"Ooh, give it to me harder~"

... Not like that—

Needless to say, he turned the table on you as soon as you backed away from him, having been caught off-guard by his comment. Flushed in the face, you had yourself backed against the wall from the shock.

"Excuse me, what the fuck?" You exclaimed.

"You heard me."

💜 You got the job done, but at what cost? The remains of your crime fighting days, that's what. You would be blushing like a fool and staring into space whenever you're defending Gotham against him.

Dennis: Oh hey H/N~! 😘💋

You: 😟

Dennis: This next song is about you ahem...... EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I WAKE UP FEELING SO HORNY

💜 No, omg in every opportunity he has, he will render himself breedable for you. This whore is arching his back when he was caught, wrists cuffed behind his back and instructed to lay in the ground on his stomach. If he's feeling extra extra, he'll wave his ass shamelessly.

"Oh hello, H/N... Seeing something you like?" Peeking through his visors, he'd see you attempting to keep yourself composed. He likes them incoherent, wide-eyed and covering their heated face with their hands.

💜 Whenever he's informed that you're assigned to take him down, he is changing into his stripper clothes and chose more hot and heavy songs to perform. If accessed, he'll increase the mood by setting the lighting to red and will definitely summon a pole if the mood calls for it.

"Take your cigarette from its holder! And burn your initials on my shoulder! Fracture my spine and say that you're mine... As we dance to the masochism tango~!"

He throws a wink at your direction, something questionable enough to send your fellow vigilante to glance at you, where they find you with your palms covering your face.

At this point, he's just moaning lyrics on the microphone.

💜 Admittedly, you aren't the only hero whom he does this to. He is a playful son of a bitch who either likes seeing someone flustered in response to his teases or someone who reciprocates it.

You fall on the flustered category and if you're easily jealous, he seems to have powerful chemistry against those who teases him back, to the point they'd get too close to making out in the middle of the battle.

💜 Were you soft towards him?

"Hey! Careful with him! He's already cooperating!" You yell after police staff when they attempt to shove Music Meister in the police car.

Yes, you are.

In his gratitude, he merely winks at you as the police car carts him back to Arkham.

💜 So... What should happen if you and a more playful hero collaborated to take down the Music Meister?

"I don't want anybody else, when I think about you. I touch myself. Oh, I don't want anybody else. Oh no, oh no, oh no~"

Whilst you simmer in embarrassment, covering your face, your other fellow hero just raised their brow at him with a smirk.

"Why don't you come down here and touch me instead?" They shouted at him, before grappling over the ledge to reach him.

Watching the hero, a pit of emotion burrows itself in your guts. Before they can get near him, mind-controlled goons took grab of them. Music Meister takes his microphone from its stand before taking the hero's chin between his thumb and finger.

"Hey! Music man!" The shouting from below made him glance down and be greeted with your figure ascending with your fist aiming for his face.

With you knocking him out, resets the spell he casted upon innocent people and revert them back to normal... Record time. The hero from their hold ran towards your and held their hand out for a high five.

"Good job, H/N!"

💜 Do I have to say that he's utterly shameless?

"Yoo hoo~ H/N! Did you miss me~?" He waves over after pirouetting to present himself in your peripheral.

"No, not really." You sighed. Apparently, he broke out of Arkham for you.

"Oh you're such a precious little thing! Too stoic to admit you're so much of a softie. I thought that was more of Batman's thing." He sings, twirling before stopping before you and lightly flicking your nose. "Well I missed you~"

Riddled with exhaustion, you couldn't help but to slide your back against the wall and fall on your bottom. He doesn't seem to be planning to chaos mayhem in Gotham in general, but solely towards you. Running a hand through your hair, you felt the heat pushing under your skin.

... Is it wrong for you to fall for him? For all you know it's just his nature to flirt like this to anybody, not to mention, he might just be entertained seeing you this flustered or maybe he's using it to distract you.

"What do you feel towards me exactly?"

"Lust." He waits for your face to flush in that sweet, sweet shade of embarrassment... It didn't. You remain dazed with melancholy. "Hmm... I take it you're serious right now?"

You would remain unresponsive until you answer his question... Very well then.

"Well, I do enjoy teasing you. It's all for the fun of it."

Called it. You nodded to yourself. Sighing, you pull your knees close to your chest and buried your face behind it.

"Why ask?" He pries, sitting across you with his legs crossed.

"Nothing."

"Oh? It seemed something. Come on, tell me." Leaning forward, he places a hand on your knee and lightly shakes you. "It's only fair since you asked me something, come now."

Peeking through the gaps of your makeshift prison, you can make out the urging curiosity he has on his face.

"Just... Sing and mind control me already. That's what you're here for, right? Maybe you can twirl me around and off the rooftop."

He laughs to lighten the mood. "Where is this coming from?" And they say he's the dramatic one.

"I have feelings for you."

Before you can even think out it, words spill from your lips so haphazardly. You feared to look up in fear of finding something horrible, even if you don't know what is it you fear when you're already experienced his rejection before this. Regret bubbles at the back of your throat in a form of choking on your own breath.

His eyes widened behind his visors. You? Have feelings for him? Well that's a what he heard, though he wasn't sure how to process it.

"Well that's the end of it..." Fuck, why did you tell him?

"You do?"

"You heard nothing, this conversation is over." Before you can retrieve your grappling device, he takes hold of your hand.

You barely looked over your shoulder and so he doesn't see your face flushed, he ultimately assumed you were scowling. But it wasn't enough for him to let go. He expected you to lowly demand to be unhanded, but nothing came of it. You stood, tense and unmoving. He so utilises it to pull you to face him forward and take hold of both your hands. Darius looks within your averted eyes with such an intensity, you remain looking aside.

Admittedly, he meant it when he said it's all for the fun of it, it's always has been for everyone he had encountered-- just goes to show how irresistible he can be to anyone. You're not the first he's heard those words from; almost everyone had fallen for his charms and most of those times, he never felt the same. But he always made sure they never walk away with that much dread of rejection. He's a rogue after all, not a monster.

But with you...

"If you'd like, we can try."

He would love to see what will happen-- dating you. The hero, the saviour, the one who carts his ass back in Belle Reeve most of the time. How could that affect your vigilantism? But most of all, how would the hero act without the mask? Would you still love him if he doesn't wear the mask? Would he come to love the person under the mask as much as he perceives your alter ego?

"What do you say?"

...

"We can try."

Darius grins. The tip of his finger traced on your neck by the throat and settles under your chin, softly lifting it. Your throat bobbed upon swallowing thickly, as you gather the courage to reciprocate his eye contact. You find yourself leaning closer, when suddenly--

"You're paying." He says, tapping your nose and giggling, before twirling away.

[sixbucksandadrpepper]

Here’s a post (that no one asked for) of the most Izzy-coded lyrics from my Izzy Hands Spotify playlist:

1. “I lied through my canines and I pulled at your hair // I wanted you to hate me so you’d know I was still there” - I’d Hate Me Too, Susannah Joffe

2. “Oh I think you’re standing on my left foot // it’s hurting but that’s okay // cause I’m in your way // you’ll break the foot that you’re standing on // I’ll walk with the other one” - Step On Me, The Cardigans

3. “If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room // you can lean on my arm as you break my heart” - I Don’t Smoke, Mitski

4. “Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams // he had you with him”- Lover, You Should’ve Come Over- Jeff Buckley

5. “Take your cigarette from its holder // and burn your initials in my shoulder // fracture my spine // and swear that you’re mine” - The Masochism Tango, Tom Lehrer

6. “Oh you never seem to notice // that my heart beats for you // so I’ll open you up // and make yours beat for me too” - Mx. Sinister, iDKHOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

7. “Can you pay for overtime? // Can you pay to keep my secrets safe? // Can you break my legs tonight? // Can you help me take away the pain?” - Bottom, McCafferty

8. “And you made me who I am // be afraid of what I am”- Burn Bright, My Chemical Romance

9. “Always safe to know // what is good for taking bloodstains from your clothes // like I said before // when I bite your tongue out of your mouth you’ll know”- Men Are All The Same, The Used

10. “You can have my isolation // you can have the hate that it brings // you can have my absence of faith // you can have my everything”- Closer, Nine Inch Nails

[wild-solovei]

"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.

You can raise welts

Like nobody else,

As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,

Say it's me that you want to dismember.

Blacken my eye,

Set fire to my tie,

As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

At your command

Before you here I stand,

My heart is in my hand…

Yeech!

It's here that I must be.

My heart entreats,

Just hear those savage beats,

And go put on your cleats

And come and trample me.

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.

My soul is on fire,

It's aflame with desire,

Which is why I perspire when we tango.

You caught my nose

In your left castanet, love,

I can feel the pain yet, love,

Ev'ry time I hear drums.

And I envy the rose

That you held in your teeth, love,

With the thorns underneath, love,

Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.

The last time I needed twenty stitches

To sew up the gash

That you made with your lash,

As we danced to the Masochism Tango.

Bash in my brain,

And make me scream with pain,

Then kick me once again,

And say we'll never part.

I know too well

I'm underneath your spell,

So, darling, if you smell

Something burning, it's my heart… [hiccup]

'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder,

And burn your initials in my shoulder.

Fracture my spine,

And swear that you're mine,

As we dance to the Masochism Tango."

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R1: The Corruption

Hey Bunny:

“Avatar Avatar Avatar A-”

The Masochism Tango:

“I love how both parties are happy when it comes to the corruption. All consuming (sometimes literally) love on the behalf of both parties. Full of fear but still love all the same. This song is about violent, passionate love. The kind that needs major surgery after.”

Lyrics below the line!

Hey Bunny:

Hey bunny Please grab that knife right there Take it to the playground and the fair Hey bunny Don't you wanna rip off your fingernails? Let the maggots feast while you rot in jail Hey bunny What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust Hey bunny What if I lose you, too? If we become one monster Together we can always be blue Hey bunny What's with those evil eyes? Blood shot and crying from pesticides Hey bunny Sorry to bother you But I think if you're bunny Then I'm bunny, too Hey bunny What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust Hey bunny What if I lose you, too? If I become the monster Together we can always be blue Hey bunny Is that your name? Again it's making me laugh 'cause we used to be friends Hey bunny Am I talking in the mirror? I only see myself as what we were Hey bunny What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust Hey bunny What if I lose you, too? If we become the monster Together we can always be blue Hey bunny What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust Hey bunny What if I lose you, too? If we become the monster Together we can always be blue

The Masochism Tango:

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear But much more for the touch of your whips, dear You can raise welts like nobody else As we dance to The Masochism Tango Let our love be a flame, not an ember Say it's me that you want to dismember Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie As we dance to the Masochism Tango At your command Before you here I stand My heart is in my hand (eugh) It's here that I must be My heart entreats Just hear those savage beats And go put on your cleats And come and trample me Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany That's why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire, it's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango You caught my nose In your left castanet, love I can feel the pain yet, love Every time I hear drums And I envy the rose That you held in your teeth, love With the thorns underneath, love Sticking into your gums Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches The last time I needed twenty stitches To sew up the gash, you made with your lash As we danced to the Masochism Tango Bash in my brain And make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part I know too well I'm underneath your spell So, darling if you smell Something burning, it's my heart Hic! 'Scuse me! Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine, and swear that you're mine As we dance to the Masochism Tango

[uplatterme]

what’s your favourite two-liner. c’mon now. what do you envision with that lively music and his eyes with a sickened desire for you to brand him in any way you can, as long as it’s only him on the receiving end of that pain.

"And I envy the rose that you held in your teeth, love. With the thorns underneath, love, sticking into your gums." or "Take your cigarette from its holder and burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine and swear that you're mine."

[radioactivebeggars]

Bash in my brain And make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part

I know too well I'm underneath your spell So, darling, if you smell Something burning, it's my heart … 'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that you're mine As we dance to the Masochism Tango

[honmyoseagull]

Take your cigarette from its holder, And burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine And swear that you're mine, As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Tom Lehrer, Masochism Tango

(In the list of songs for Daken to troll Lester with… Full lyrics under the cut.)

[rainbowjay20]

Earworms(a.k.a. Things I will never forget all the words too. No matter how hard I try!)

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear

You can raise welts

Like nobody else

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Let our love be a flame, not an ember

Say it's me that you want to dismember

Blacken my eye

Set fire to my tie

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

At your command

Before you here I stand

My heart is in my hand

(Yeechh!)

It's here that I must be

My heart entreats

Just hear those savage beats

And go put on your cleats

And come and trample me

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire

It's aflame with desire

Which is why I perspire when we tango

You caught my nose

In your left castanet, love

I can feel the pain yet, love

Every time I hear drums

And I envy the rose

That you held in your teeth, love

With the thorns underneath, love

Sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches

The last time I needed twenty stitches

To sew up the gash

That you made with your lash

As we danced to the Masochism Tango

Bash in my brain

And make me scream with pain

Then kick me once again

And say we'll never part

I know too well

I'm underneath your spell

So, darling, if you smell

Something burning, it's my heart

'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Maso-chism Tango

[sad-pathetic-shrimp]

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder!

Fracture my spine!

And swear that you're mine!

As we dance to the masochism tango!!

few closeups under the cut

i hate them... so much.. /pos

[circusd0g]

:]

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear

You can raise welts

Like nobody else

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Let our love be a flame, not an ember

Say it's me that you want to dismember

Blacken my eye

Set fire to my tie

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

At your command

Before you here I stand

My heart is in my hand

(Yeechh!)

It's here that I must be

My heart entreats

Just hear those savage beats

And go put on your cleats

And come and trample me

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire

It's aflame with desire

Which is why I perspire when we tango

You caught my nose

In your left castanet, love

I can feel the pain yet, love

Every time I hear drums

And I envy the rose

That you held in your teeth, love

With the thorns underneath, love

Sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches

The last time I needed twenty stitches

To sew up the gash

That you made with your lash

As we danced to the Masochism Tango

Bash in my brain

And make me scream with pain

Then kick me once again

And say we'll never part

I know too well

I'm underneath your spell

So, darling, if you smell

Something burning, it's my heart

'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Maso-chism Tango