#fruit playlist

[silvertws]

I know I said I would do the fruit trio fanart like, a month ago, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT YAY.

I procrastinated a lot ngl T-T

but hey, angst.

[judasofsuburbia]

feel like pure shit just want her (a league of their own series) back

[the-broken-pen]

“I don’t need you.”

It sounded less grounded than the villain had wanted it to. It sounded like something someone had told them to say, and they were just repeating it with half hearted determination. They said it again, “I don’t need you.”

“No,” the hero agreed. They were grinning. “You don’t.”

The villain floundered. They, in all honesty, wanted a fight. To prove something, they supposed. That they really didn’t need the hero. That they weren’t in the wrong, here. “What?”

“I said,” the hero said slowly, and the beginnings of a grin curled at the edges of their mouth. “You don’t need me.”

“I don’t need you,” the villain repeated, and the hero nodded encouragingly. It just made the villain want to hit them.

The hero lounged against the doorframe, halfway in and halfway out of their apartment. And truly, that was the worst bit of it all—the hero wasn’t showing up outside the villain’s house, or driving by the villain’s work to see if they truly looked happier without them. But the villain was.

They wanted to scream, and kick, and throw plates onto the ground.

‘Leave me alone.’

But they couldn’t say that, because the hero had. They had cut contact and blocked numbers and ignored the villain’s car as it went by. Still, the villain felt haunted. As if they would never be clean of the hero, parts of their soul forever dirtied by it all.

The hero’s smile, and the way their voice sounded when they knew the villain would cave to their wishes.

They just wanted the hero to—

“Leave me alone.” It slipped out against their better judgement. From the way the hero’s grin widened, they knew it had been the worst thing they could have said.

“Darling, I have,” the hero said, their tone saccharine. Pitying. “You’re the one outside of my apartment.”

It felt like being burned alive, the frustration of it. The way it rose in their chest but had nowhere to go, leaving them shaking with nothing and everything trapped under their tongue.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that—“

“What, you miss me that bad? I thought you—“

“Shut up,” the villain snapped. The hero raised an eyebrow.

“It’s eating you alive, isn’t it?” They sounded pleased.

“It’s not,” the villain protested.

“I told you, you don’t need me.”

“I know,” the villain grit out.

“But you want me.”

Something in the villain’s brain stalled.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t need me. You never have,” the hero said it like it was a fact. “You want me, though. Even as the sound of my name burns you, and the memory of me rots in your mouth, you’re going to want me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” The hero’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You can go out to every bar in this city, kiss a hundred people who look like me and get just drunk enough to forget you’re not mine anymore—but you’re never going to stop missing me.”

The hero knew, of course they did, how hard the villain had tried to forget it entirely. The disaster they had become trying to be clean again.

“No matter how many shots you take to block out the memory of me, you’ll always be mine.”

“You’re insane,” the villain finally managed. The hero simply tipped their head to the side in acknowledgement. “That’s not-what’s wrong with you—“

“You’re the one who misses me.”

It stung, deep in the villain’s stomach. It took them too long to remember how to breathe—too long after that to think of what to say.

“If I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to see you again,” their voice quivered, slightly. “But knowing us, the next time we meet it will be in hell.”

The hero laughed and closed the door in their face.

The villain blocked them. Avoided the side of town the worked in. Moved three cities over.

It didn’t matter.

The villain could still feel the hero under their skin.

Later, whenever someone would ask, “Have you ever been haunted?”

The villain would think back to the hero.

And say, “Yes.”

[candyheartedchy]

Wanted to draw them in matching outfits~

[purrvaire]

good omens season 2 + text posts I have on my phone (3/?)

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[sunnydayart]

Business daydreams of taking vitrurvuis to a fancy beach to watch the sunset and drink expensive coconut water for his 10th vacation break every year .SSOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRYYYYYY

[tisthekatseason]

The best BOY in fruits basket!

[karda]

small joys monday: i had a dragonfruit earlier and now i’m compiling songs for a playlist

first of all hell yeah second of all hell yeah

[hibiscusbabyboy]

90's Playlist??? Ugh, AS IF!

[mikashisus]

my favorite lyrics from some of the songs on the thus always to tyrants playlist. also the lyrics that represent venti and the mc’s relationship the most.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

had a mild manic episode and created 13 new playlists on spotify so feel free to check em out if you'd like

on my oikawa kinnie bs

iwaoi loving hours

bokuaka loving hours

kuroken loving hours

sakuatsu loving hours

kagehina loving hours

daisuga loving hours

itafushi loving hours

satosugu angst hours

akiangel angst hours

tododeku loving hours

mikayuu loving hours

kyoru loving hours

[deus-ex-mona]

mona’s self liner notes for zakenna!

I love the tunes of the piano and the horn in the intro. Even I feel like my mood gradually improves when I sing this song. I know that there are times when you guys feel down, so I’ll be glad if listening to this song helps to blow your worries away.

Also, I dressed up as a fruit in this MV (laughs).

[nicosraf]

hi i am very curious to know what the most popular songs/artists have been on the angels playlists people have sent you! if you care to share :)

I'm seeing a lot of Hozier! Paris Paloma, Florence + the Machine, Mistki, Sufjan Stevens, and especially Ethel Cain! I think these are who I see the absolute most!

[birgita24]

Ada yang suka buah Durian?