#applying scissors to twenty one pilots songs

[secondbeatsongs]

you should all be grateful for my restraint btw - if it weren't for my sense of fairness and balance, the past two months would have been all twenty one pilots songs, interspersed every once in a while with songs by the magnetic fields

[victconstsystem]

HABIT (EverymanHYBRID) - Playlist

These songs have been picked because of several elements; the lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pace, instruments, vibes, etc.

Some songs may have triggering content that may or may not be stated in the (YouTube) videos. I have labelled songs that may be upsetting. Even so, please proceed with caution.

I apply the songs to the character throughout various points in the series which are not labeled or in order. I am basing these songs off of how I interpret/understand the canon character.

Some artists may be harmful or considered problematic; I do not support any harmful actions and am simply including songs I think would fit the character stated.

“Worldwide Torture” - Jazmin Bean. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments.

“White Rabbit” - Egypt Central. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vocals.

“I Can’t Decide” - Scissor Sisters. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing, tone.

“Choke” - I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

“bar” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, Fukase]. Subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vibes.

“BROADCAST ILLUSION” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, Fukase]. Subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vibes.

“The Chattering Lack Of Common Sense” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, GUMI, Yohioloid]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vibes.

TW: “Hayloft” - Mother Mother. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes, vocals.

“DEATHWISH” - poutyface. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

“Wires” - The Neighbourhood. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

“Lights Out” - Mindless Self Indulgence. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone, vocals.

TW: “Baby In The Kitchen” - Ayesha Erot//ca(i). Lyrical content, subject matter, musical elements. I am so sorry /gen.

“Another Way Out” - Hollywood Undead. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vocals.

“Dead Bite” - Hollywood Undead. Lyrical content, musical elements, musical pacing.

“Emperor’s New Clothes” - [Panic! At The Disco]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements.

“Daisy” - Ashnikko. Lyrical content, vibes.

“MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)” - Lil Nas X. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments.

“Dance With The Devil” - Breaking Benjamin. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments.

“Heathens” - Twenty One Pilots. Subject matter/theme, musical elements.

“Welcome Home” Coheed & Cambria. Lyrical content, musical elements, instruments, tone.

“Perfect Weapon” - Black Veil Brides. Lyrical content, musical elements, instruments.

“Where The Lonely Ones Roam” - Digital Daggers. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“The Devil Within” - Digital Daggers. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, vibes, tone.

“Shitlist” - L7. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments.

TW: “No Children” - The Mountain Goats. Subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

TW: “Pet” - A Perfect Circle. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments.

“I Know I’m A Wolf” - Young Heretics. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, vibes.

TW: “Nightmare” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments.

“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” - The Offspring. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments. 

“Mama” - My Chemical Romance. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments, tone.

“KiII Everyone” - Hollywood Undead. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments.

“Coup d'État” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS]. Subject matter/theme (title), musical elements, vibes.

TW: “Saw And Pendulum” - Vocaloid [Kanannon, Hatsune Miku]. Lyrical content, musical elements, instruments, tone, vocals.

“Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears” - Pierce The Veil. Subject matter/theme, musical elements.

“MAKE IT MINE” - REI AMI. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

“Purple” - Mandopony. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments.

“Scream” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical matter, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, vocals.

“Smack A Bitch” - Rico Nasty, ppcocaine, Sukihana, Rubi Rose. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing.

“Who Could Win A Rabbit” - Animal Collective. Musical elements, musical pacing, vibes.

“XO TOUR Llif3″ - Lil Uzi Vert. Lyrical content, musical elements, tone.

“Fire Drill” - Melanie Martinez. Lyrical content.

“Control” - Halsey. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

“Do It Now Remember It Later” - Sleeping With Sirens. Lyrical content, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

“HURT” - 1 800 PAIN. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“99 Luftballons” - Nena. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, tone, vibes.

TW: “Willow Tree” - Nicole Dollanganger (cover). Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, tone.

TW: “CORROSION” - Vocaloid [R.I.P, Fukase]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vocals.

“Riot” - Hollywood Undead. Subject matter/theme, musical pacing, vocals.

TW: “Nowhere To Run” Stegosaurus Rex. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

“That Bitch” - ppcocaine, Delli Boe. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone.

“Not Ready to Die” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments.

“The Wicked End” - Avenged Sevenfold. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, tone, vocals.

“money machine” - 100 gecs. Lyrical content, vibes, tone.

“Texas Is Forever” - Pierce The Veil. Lyrical content, musical elements, instruments, vibes, tone.

TW: “Old Yeller” - Joji. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

“Hey Bunny” - Baby Bugs. Lyrical content, musical elements, tone.

“Salvaged” - NateWantsToBattle. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

“CHILD I WILL HURT YOU” - Crystal Castles. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

TW: “Lemming-ming” - Vocaloid [Kairiki Bear, vflower]. Lyrical content, subject matter, musical elements, instruments, vibes.

TW: “You’re An Awful Person” - Vocaloid [R.I.P, vflower]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements.

TW: “A Little Piece of Heaven” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes.

TW: “That Happy Child” - Vocaloid [ばぶちゃん, Hatsune Miku]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes.

TW: “Secrets of Wysteria” - Vocaloid [Steampianist, Oliver]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes.

“Spider on the Wall” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, IA]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

“Breaking Things Into Pieces” - Vocaloid [momocashew]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing.

“True Love Restraint” - Vocaloid [Wakacha, Kagamine Len]. Lyrical content, musical elements, instruments, vibes, tone, vocals.

“PIERRE JANET’S CRIMINAL DEFENSE” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes.

“Hotel California” - Eagles. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments.

“hand crushed by a mallet” - 100 gecs, Fall Out Boy, Craig Owens, Nicole Dollanganger. Musical elements, instruments, vibes, vocals.

“Tantrum” - Ashnikko. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, vibes.

TW: “cupcakes” - siouxxie. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone, vocals.

[honey-dewey]

Dye Day Disasters

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: None!

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Dio dyes his hair black every three weeks, and he does so in his bathroom. He has it all down to a science, so he should have no problem helping you dye your hair a fun color, right? Let’s just hope this afternoon project doesn’t turn into a colorful hair fail. 

“I’m going out!”

You looked up, seeing Dio by the door, stepping into his boots. “Where to?”

Dio shrugged. “Drug store. It’s dye day.”

Almost immediately, you were up and by his side. “I’m coming.”

“You aren’t dressed,” Dio pointed out. “And why?”

“I wanna dye my hair too,” you said. “Wait here, I’ll be ready in ten.”

True to your word, you were ready in ten minutes. Dio rolled his eyes, but put his arm over your shoulders as you two walked down the street to the drug store on the corner. The summer sun was warm on your skin as you walked, and you had no idea how the hell Dio wasn’t dying in his leather coat.

“Alright,” Dio said once you were in front of the dyes in the drug store. “What color do you want?” As he spoke, he reached over you and grabbed a bottle of black dye for himself.

You shrugged, looking over the dyes. “I dunno. Will I need bleach?”

“Probably. I’ve got some at home, but grab another one just in case.”

You grabbed a bottle of bleach and continued to consider your colors. “What about this?” You pointed to a bottle of hair dye that was the color of maraschino cherries called ‘Poison’. “Danger Days red!”

Dio snorted. “Mhm. Okay Gerard. If you want our bathroom to look like a crime scene, go right ahead.”

You laughed, continuing down the line. “Beetlejuice green?”

“Yeah,” Dio said. “It’d look good on you.”

Humming, you kept looking. “I’ve made up my mind,” you announced, grabbing the ‘Iris green’ and the ‘Virgin pink’ dyes. “We can half-and-half it!”

Dio smiled. “You’ll look like a watermelon.”

“And you’ll look like a bottle of ink again when we’re done,” you pointed out, walking happily to the counter.

When you got back to the apartment, Dio popped over your windows while you dragged your office chair into the kitchen. Spinning it eagerly, you lined up the various dyes on the kitchen counter and called Dio in.

“What the fuck is this?” He asked, seeing you emptying the sink.

“Bathroom gets cramped when it’s the both of us,” you reminded him. “Plus, this chair is infinitely better than bending over the sink.” To demonstrate, you sat in the chair and tipped all the way back, fumbling with the lever on the bottom that would lock it in place. “See?”

Dio sighed, looking over the dyes. “Fine. Drag the chair back over here. I’m bleaching your hair first.”

Rolling back towards Dio, you smiled watching him take his jacket off. “Comfy?” He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Yep!”

Dio popped open the bleach and expertly mixed it in a dye bowl. He set the bowl on the counter and looked at you. “Do you like that shirt?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ll ruin it,” Dio said. “Put this on.” He handed you an oversized Panic! at the Disco shirt with bleach and dye stains around the collar. You stripped out of your shirt and put Dio’s on, sitting back down and letting Dio put a towel across your shoulders.

“Ready?” Dio asked.

You nodded. “Do it.”

Dio smiled at your enthusiasm and slowly began to section your hair, using a surprising amount of hair clips. You relaxed into the chair, knowing you’d probably be here for a while. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you eventually found a playlist you’d made for Dio some time back. It was entirely the small sliver where his taste in music overlapped with yours. As soon as you hit play, Twenty One Pilots began to play, and Dio chuckled from behind you.

“Why don’t you bleach your hair?” You asked as Dio began to brush the bleach onto your hair.

“I’m going from brown to black. I don’t need to bleach it,” Dio said. “If you were going to black, we wouldn’t be bleaching your hair either.”

You had to stop yourself from nodding. “Okay. Why do you dye your hair?”

Dio paused. “You’re just full of questions today, aren’t you?”

“I’m curious, you emo fuck.”

That drew a laugh out of Dio. “Yeah yeah. I dye my hair because I like having black hair,” he said. “I tried vibrant colors years ago, but I liked having black hair the most.”

You thought about it for a minute. “Wait. If today is dye day, does that mean if we shaved your head, it would be completely brown?”

Dio stopped what he was doing and turned the chair around so you were face to face with him, his hands on the armrests trapping you in place. “Do not,” he said slowly. “We are not shaving my head.”

You nodded, eyes wide. “Okay mr. I’m in charge here. Not shaving your head. Got it.”

Satisfied, Dio turned you back around and continued to mess with your hair. You, still somewhat scared, sat very still as he worked, until he was wrapping your head in plastic wrap and pulling the towel from your shoulders. “Alright. Half an hour, but we’ll check it at twenty minutes.” And then he was gone, headed into the bathroom. You followed, regaining some of the confidence Dio had intimidated out of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, seeing Dio take his shirt off. “I thought we were doing this in the kitchen.”

“We are,” Dio said, opening the bathroom cabinet and rummaging through it. “I’d just rather not get hair everywhere in the kitchen.” He resurfaced with a pair of scissors. “Have you never seen me do this before?”

You shook your head. “You cut your own hair?”

Dio nodded, ruffling his hair and examining himself in the mirror. “Yeah. I could do yours too, if you want.”

“Yeah no, I’ll leave that to the professionals,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter and kicking your legs.

“I am a professional.”

You snorted. “Box dyeing and trimming your own hair doesn’t make you a professional, Dio.”

Dio shrugged one shoulder. “My sister, the oldest one, went to cosmetology school. I was her guinea pig. Eventually, I managed to graduate to the rank of her student. She taught me everything I know about all of this.”

“Huh.” You hadn’t even considered that. “Is she the one who visited last month and told you that you look like an oil spill?”

“Yeah, she is.”

You nodded. “I liked her.”

Dio finished his hair quickly, put a shirt back on, and herded you back into the kitchen to check the bleach. “Eh. We’ll wait the extra ten,” he said. “This stuff is powerful, so you’ll only need one round of bleach.”

The extra ten minutes were wasted with food. Dio sat on the counter while you spun lazily in the chair, humming to yourself and eating. When the timer went off, Dio hopped up and turned the sink on while you readjusted the chair.

“The water won’t be warm,” Dio warned you, but you just shrugged, rolling towards the sink.

Despite the warning, you flinched when the cool water hit your head, and Dio sighed. “Told you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he returned the favor, giving you a flash of his tongue piercing in the process.

Somehow, you managed to relax into the water after a minute. It probably helped that Dio was slowly massaging your head, turning your body into jelly as he worked shampoo through your hair. When he was done, he wrapped your head in a towel and helped you sit up, looking you over for bleach burns. You had none, so he kissed the back of your neck and grabbed your hair dryer.

“Aren’t we gonna dye your hair?” You asked as he unwrapped the towel on your head.

“Yeah. When I finish yours,” he said, turning the hair dryer on and killing any protests you had.

Dio nearly put you to sleep with the hair dryer. It was warm, and he was running his free hand through your hair, and you were just about to fall asleep when he turned the dryer off and poked your shoulders. “Time to dye,” he said in a sinister voice, and you laughed.

“Dork.”

“Sap,” he said in return, mixing the dyes in two separate bowls. “Now’s the time to say something if you want me to cut your hair.”

You shook your head. “Just the color this time.”

Dio nodded, picking up his hair clips and putting them on the edge of his sleeve. He slowly and methodically sectioned your hair in half, clipping down the left side and leaving the right side loose. He turned away, and you heard the harsh snap of rubber gloves. The towel was around your shoulders once more, and then Dio was painting electric pink dye into your hair. He started near the back, so you couldn’t see a single thing he was doing. But you trusted him, so you let him continue, occasionally turning the chair when he asked so he could have better access to your head.

When the pink was done, the green was next. Dio unclipped the left section of hair, humming along to the unbearably adorable Train song you were playing. “Still sure about the watermelon colors?”

“Still sure,” you confirmed, holding up your phone. “Smile!”

Dio looked up and smiled, knowing this photo wouldn’t ever see the light of day. While he started to work the green into your hair, you made the photo your phone background. It was cute, and while Dio wasn’t known for being cute, you knew him differently than everyone else did.

“Green’s done,” Dio announced after a bit. “Let me just wrap it up and then you can do my hair.”

You were plenty eager to dye Dio’s hair, so you sat still as he wrapped your head up again. When he was done, you and him traded places.

“Just read the instructions carefully,” Dio said as you opened the dye. “It’s not as hard as it sounds.”

Dio was right. The instructions where simple, and you were soon pulling on a pair of gloves and putting a towel over Dio’s shoulders. You poured the black dye into the bowl and picked up the brush. “So what?” You asked, standing behind Dio. “I just paint it on?”

“You’re doing my roots, it’ll be easiest if you brush it on and then go back through with your hands,” Dio explained. “Just do what I did on your head. It’ll be hard to fuck this up.”

Nodding, you picked up the brush and began to apply the dye. It was a lot like painting, which you didn’t suck at. You, at Dio’s recommendation, did his hair in sections, the same way you had seen people straighten their hair. It was easy to gain a rhythm like this, and before you knew it, you were done. Dio took over, wrapping his head in plastic wrap and falling onto the couch. “Alright. Half an hour at the least.”

You two cuddled and watched some conspiracy theory show Dio liked, having to pause the episode about Mothman because your timer went off.

“Alright watermelon head,” Dio said, tipping the chair back and gesturing for you to sit. “Let’s get this done.”

Again, you went boneless as Dio used cold water to rinse your hair. Despite the chill that raced down your spine, his hands were experienced and helped relax you as he worked.

“Y’know,” you said softly while Dio was still working. “You could totally do this for a living. You’re good at it.”

“What, dye hair?” Dio asked.

You shrugged as best you could. “No. You could do what your sister does. For a living instead of just for you and me.”

Dio sighed. “Not my thing,” he said. “I’ll stick to doing your head and my own head, thank you very much.”

That was promptly the end of that conversation, mostly because Dio was helping you upright and turning on the hair dryer again. This time, you didn’t fall asleep, focused instead on Dio standing in front of you. His sternum was at your eye level, and you were half tempted to lift his shirt and kiss his belly. But you didn’t, mostly out of fear he’d fuck your hair up.

When he finished, you stood and he sat, tipping the chair back so you could wash his hair.

“No soap?”

“Nope.”

“Cold water?”

“Yep.”

You nodded, turning the sink on and beginning to rinse Dio’s hair. The water ran black for a while while you used your hands to massage Dio’s head, and when it finally ran clear, you turned the water off and squeezed the excess from Dio’s hair. He sat up while you messed with the dryer, turning it on and slowly beginning to dry Dio’s hair.

It took him some time to realize you’d put an attachment on the hair dryer. “Are you diffusing my hair?”

“Maybe,” you said happily, already seeing the curls Dio did his best to hide. “C’mon!” You said upon seeing the displeasure on his face. “Your curls are so pretty!”

Dio continued to pout while you dried his hair, and when you were done, he stood and stretched, shaking his head. “You did good. Wanna see?”

You nodded, pulling Dio into the bathroom and eagerly looked at yourself in the mirror. Dio looked almost no different, the black a bit more prominent and less faded than usual. But you, you looked like a whole different person. The vibrant green and pink gave you life and made you look unforgettable.

“I love it!” You said, ruffling your hair. “Oh it’s so cool!”

Dio smiled. “I’m glad you like it,” he said.

You sent photos to your friends and family while Dio cleaned up, eventually joining you back on the couch so you could finish your conspiracy theory show.

“Thank you,” you said out of the blue, watching someone who claimed to have definitely seen Mothman.

“Hm?” Dio looked down at you, the hand that was running through your hair stopping. “What?”

“Thank you,” you repeated. “For my hair.”

Dio shrugged. “Just doing my job,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Love you.”

“I love you too, you dork.”