Blood of Gods Character Playlists
Ashala av Khilaya
my chemical romance - i'm not okay (i promise)
elton john - the king must die
mitski - a pearl
Vesta Corvinus
halsey - castle
mitski - me and my husband
poppy - i disagree
Lucius Cato
i don't know how but they found me - choke
mitski - the only heartbreaker
my chemical romance - destroya
Leonarda
taylor swift - better than revenge
olivia newton-john - hopelessly devoted to you
mitski - i want you
Ivren av Khilaya
the oh hellos - thus always to tyrants
mitski - i will
regina spektor - two birds
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strawberry blond is so flower husbands. also I'm your man. also me and my husband. also i bet on losing dogs. also first love/late spring. also liquid smooth. also-
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if you don't listen to atleast a little bit of pop music i feel like you're lying. like chappell roan olivia rodrigo or laufey or something there's just no way
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*whispers*
when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (no pressure 🫶).
*whispers*
yes sir o7
feel better by penelope scott
using you by mars argo
me and my husband by mitski (also brand new city)
family line by conan grey
unleash the magic (black metal cover) by elias frost and original by my little pony
and a special shout out to the podcast maintenance phase, the real reason i use spotify
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Songs that can be used as angst inspo!
I’m your man-Mitski
Dealer-Lana Del Rey
Just-Radiohead
Sober to Death-Car Seat Headrest
Night Shift-Lucy Dacus
What did you do?-Jack Stauber
A Pearl-Mitski
Illicit Affairs-Taylor Swift
I bet on losing dogs-Mitski
Norman Fucking Rockwell-Lana Del Rey
Not Strong Enough-Boygenius
Line without a hook-Ricky Montgomery
No Suprises-Radiohead
Twin Sized Mattress-The Front Bottoms
No Children-The Mountain Goats
Disarm-Smashing Pumpkins
Right Where You Left Me-Taylor Swift
Say Yes-Elliot Smith
Please Please Please let me get what I want-the Smiths
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I am only allowed to be sad at night
In the morning I will paint a smile onto my face and pretend I love the sun
I am only allowed to be sick at night
To hold my heart in my hands and breathe
I have to be recovered in the morning
My playlists of sad songs are only for after twelve
Before that, i am healing
I hold others’ grief and limit mine to when only I can see it
Mom, I’m so lonely
Will you hold my heart for a while?
It is so blue, it makes me cry
Mom, I cannot be your friend anymore
I am not allowed to forgive you
But I can cry for you
Only in the night
In the night, I will mourn
I will scorn your name when the sun rises
-astre
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❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜
dead eyes. that is one of the common words that people such as psychologists used to describe a narcissist gaze, or perhaps more accurately in barton's case, a sociopath's — and this was due to the distinct lack of life within them. of that spark that people typically had within their eyes, indicating they were fully present and feeling things. barton didn't even realize it at the time but this exact same phenomenon was what was taking place in him; for, in his head, he was somewhere at least a thousand miles away from the hospital chair he sat in. he just couldn't cope with the knowledge that it was essentially his fault that his child had gotten severely hurt today without escaping into himself.
and judging by the scrapes, as well as the deep lacerations that decorated his features like a morbid reminder of how badly he had messed up that day, he had also gotten hurt in the crossfire of it. what the doctor that was in charge of taking of his son said about jack seemed to be on a non-stop loop in his head: that he had several fractures to the skull and blood was clotting within his brain, so they'd have to perform surgery on him immediately. well, the surgery had ended about two hours ago, but barton's worry and guilt surrounding the accident continued to persist like white on rice.
he didn't even realize someone had stopped to talk to him until he could suddenly feel the sting of tears. barton couldn't cry here, not now. this quickly snapped him back to reality and just when the other began her sentence was when his hearing was restored. before, it'd been ringing, as if he had the worst case of tinnitus. but barton knew deep down that that wasn't the cause of it. after swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand to prevent any tears from escaping them, he looked up at the source of the voice, noting that they were a complete stranger. barton supposed they were probably just asking out of pity, ❝ uhh, yeah. i guess you could say that. sorry, it's just my son isn't doing well. me and him got into a motorcycle accident, ❞ a sniffle came from him as he mumbled this to the other.
what a pathetic sound. if his bio father, wesley, were here today — he'd probably tell him to 'shape up' and 'be a man.' he always was kind of a figure of toxic masculinity in his life, whenever he thought about it. barton cleared his throat then and thought to divert the attention off of himself by asking her a question, ❝ are you here visiting someone else? i would hate to hear that... one of your relatives wasn't doing well, either. so for what it's worth, i hope everything's alright with your family. we don't get enough time with them on this earth already with tomorrow not being guaranteed. ❞
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