#song is: motionless in white - masterpiece

[miwtual]

“It’s hard for me to let go of stuff and not ruminate on negative emotions that I have about myself, and that got really bad over the pandemic. “Masterpiece” is asking myself and others for forgiveness for all the damage I’ve caused in my life—all the way from relationships and friendships to my relationship with myself and my own happiness and well-being. It’s really just an open letter saying, ‘Can you forgive me? Can you get past this? And how do I get past it?’ It’s just a big plea for forgiveness.”

one year of MASTERPIECE — released april 13, 2022

[feelingsofaithless]

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE APPRECIATION WEEK ↪ Day Three → Favorite Music Videos: REINCARNATE ● NECESSARY EVIL ● THOUGHTS & PRAYERS ● ANOTHER LIFE ● MASTERPIECE

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

masterpiece - motionless in white // the adventures of tintin (2011)

All the stupid lies and the stupid games Left a vacancy in this picture frame A prisoner by my own hands 'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can I need to heal what I inflict But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it As I play roulette with a broken gun I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

So how do I apologize And put the tears back in your eyes When every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares In a gallery where the walls lie bare As I modernize my antique ways True colors can't escape the brush of fate

So how do I apologize And put the tears back in your eyes On every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Illustrate all my pain And set it all ablaze Burn And set it all ablaze

So how do I apologize And put the tears back in your eyes When every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece of my mistakes? And in the light of my demise I see my failures in your eyes Every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

[lifewaster-imdanger98]

All the stupid lies and the stupid games

Left a vacancy in this picture frame

A prisoner by my own hands

'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can

I need to heal what I inflict

But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

As I play roulette with a broken gun

I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares

In a gallery where the walls lie bare

As I modernize my antique ways

True colors can't escape the brush of fate

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

On every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Illustrate all my pain

And set it all ablaze

Burn

And set it all ablaze

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

And in the light of my demise

I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

Motionless in White ~ Masterpiece

[viking-raider]

Thanks to Instagram, I've become attached to Motionless In White.

[cassiopeiagarcia]

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

(Sending one to each sibling, feel free to do just one or any <3 )

Andro had found her a guitar.

Granted, it wasn't in the best state it could have been, but it was a guitar, and that meant that Cass would play it nonstop, even if her fingers hurt and her voice was strained from the effort, every single day, until she managed to empty herself of everything she was feeling, which was... a lot.

She didn't have any way of checking any music sheets, so whatever songs she felt like learning, she had to do so from memory. Luckily, her parents, Fernando and María, had paid for extensive music lessons for the three siblings (and for Orión, but he never paid any attention, and since he was a horrible student either way...) and she knew the instrument better than, in some ways, she knew herself.

'Fuck...' Tongue peeking from parted lips in both concentration and frustration, her body bending down to make a note of the chords as she progressed with the song, white fingers stained with ink as was usually the case, messy curls all over her face. 'No, this doesn't sound right.'

Repetition. Make a mistake. Try again. Absolute failure. Get it finally right. Maybe, if her music taste wasn't as eclectic as she was, it would have been easier. She'd never know. Also, her voice was a little bit too high to hit all the notes and to get the melody to sound exactly the way she wanted. She needed some help, but who could she ask? Niragi? No, he would never agree. Chishiya? Maybe, but he was always busy... Hinata's name appeared in her mind and while, she didn't want to bother him with something as stupid and as trivial as this, she just. Needed to get it off her chest.

She was in his room no less than ten minutes later, holding the instrument like she would a weapon, with something resembling reverence and as if she was scared it could go off at any minute. When Hinata opened the door, she quickly explained the situation: she needed to sing and she required someone with a lower voice. She didn't want to sing, there was a huge difference, she needed it as much as she did oxygen and food and water, to keep living. It was a supernatural thing, this weird need to create. But her close friend was an artist as well, and she was sure that he would understand.

She gave him a piece of paper with the lyrics on it, in the best handwriting she could produce, while she took a seat in the bed and started playing the intro to the song. After practicing for about half an hour, they finally got it right.

Illustrate all my pain and set it all ablaze

Burn, and set it all ablaze

So how do I apologize and put the tears back in your eyes, when every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

And in the light of my demise, I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

Their voices worked together in the same way their personalities did. In a way that was sweet, soft, almost magical; it felt like the caress of a long lost lover you had never got over. Like a warm hug when you needed it the most. Like a friend you could spend months without speaking to, but when you resumed contact, nothing had changed. There was also a... certain chaos to it, but there was beauty in it.

How could there not be? Cass asked herself, while looking at Hinata and the light that seemed to irradiate from him, after the last notes echoed in the room. He really was someone whose smile could lit up the darkness. Such a simple gesture from him could guide any astray soul back to their path. Everything good in this world could be found inside of him. Words, simply, fell short.

[toliveistolie]

So how do I apologize // And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint // Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

- Motionless In White ~ Masterpiece

[blackhxartink]

It's here!! Bring tissues

[damiansgoodgirll]

So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

[thyln4gf]

Polaroid

✞ You're the love of Charle's life, and he hates not having you around... This time, he missed you a little too much.

✞ A short one - 847 words.

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that I associate with this fic: "Older" and "I'm yours (sped up)" - Isabel LaRosa, "Unpunishable" - Ethel Cain, "Trust issues" - Drake, "Masterpiece" - Motionless In White.

✞ Warnings - sexual content, male masturbation.

✞ Charles x reader (Charles POV)

The days that Charles spent away from you were definitely a torture. And not for him alone - but also Carlos. He'd talk the poor lads ears off. You'd attend the races more often, but studies stopped you. What a shame, right?

Charles was down bad for you. If you have ever seen a guy simp for his girl? Charles was all that and more, multiplied atleast 7 times.

He loved everything about you, but one of his favourite things were... your tits. Yes, thats right. He liked them, maybe a little too much even. He liked to touch them, lick them, leave trails of kisses over them, sleep on them, just look at them in general. All of it. If you ever sat on his lap? You better have prepared to have his hands use your tits as his stress balls (they genuinely helped him relax after a long day). You never complained though - his hands were always warm, and felt pleasantly tingly against your colder skin. So whenever he was away from home for longer periods of time... What he experienced could be described the best as withdrawals - he was addicted to them. And the fact that they were attached to you? It made it all even better.

Charles was in his hotel room after a race, as per usual. But he couldn't sleep - his "withdrawals" today were stronger, and the thoughts about the absence of you and your tits kept him awake. He turned to his other side, again, letting out a frustrated groan. He was even starting to think of asking you to send him something, but he quickly shook the thought off. You were never the one to send nudes over text, but so was he. But suddenly...

He got reminded of something that completely vanished from his mind - something that could offer him a quick fix for his current problem.

He doesnt even have to leave the bed to grab his wallet - it was in the drawer of the bedside table. He starts to open it up, with slightly shaky hands. His fingers find the polaroid that he keeps in it, almost dropping the wallet in the process. He looks at it, and sucks in a breath. You see, the polaroid... was of your tits. It was a beautiful sight - you were laying down on the bed, clearly battling a hangover. Your arms were stretched over your head, covering your eyes from the golden hour sunshine coming through the window. The sheets were messy - a reminder of a fun night for both of you. And your tits were exposed. Charles thought of that moment atleast three times a day - you could definitely call it his "roman empire".

He stares at the polaroid for another 10 seconds, and it takes him maybe 5 to get hard. He wastes no time, because he knows that it would happen eventually. He reaches down into his underwear, his fingers gently teasing along his hard dick, and he breathes in quickly. He then wraps his hand around it, and thinks for a second. He felt a little ashamed, but he was getting rather desperate. He wishes that you were here, doing this for him - but this will also do, for now.

He starts stroking it, and a few soft moans already escape his throat uncontrollably. He is looking at the polaroid, thinking of you and your voice, the way you... feel, and even the way you smell, while getting himself off at the same time. He already knew that he wouldnt last that long, a few minutes at best - but he didnt care.

The stroking picked up pace in a few seconds, him getting more and more desperate to get the release - the thought of you felt way too good, teasing him in a way. More involuntary moans slip from his mouth. Oh, what he would give to hear some of your own right now.

He could finally feel himself getting very close, and he closes his eyes, picking up more pace - to reach his orgasm faster. And he succeeds - a few seconds later his hips are already moving up on their own, shaking slightly - just like the rest of his body. He collapses into the bed completely right after.

The hand that just finished pleasuring himself returns back up, to be able to grip the polaroid with both hands, as he opens his eyes again. The sight of one of his favourite things ever greet him, and he cant help but let a smile appear on his face. The time periods that you spend away from each other didnt matter to him - he was beyond lucky to have you, and wondered what the reason might be almost every day.

The relief hit him, but now the exhaustion followed. His eyes were already starting to close - but the thought of having to clean himself up woke him up again. He groans.

Fuck, chérie... The things that you make me do...

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Authors note: dedicated to a lovely human. Thank you darling<3 (you know who you are.)

[darkerthanblack-666]

translation by jennskrrt

Also yeah, it's what I've been saying, the album mainly sounds very generic and the only song with the nu-metal sound is XOXO, while the rest sounds too similar to Motionless In White. I do like them, but when I want to listen to Blind Channel, I want to hear Blind Channel. I hope it made them think and in the future they'll come up with more masterpieces like Autopsy (many people still consider it their favorite, or one of the favorite songs).

I've never like their obsession with America, either (America's golden era of pop culture ended somewhere in the late 00s imo, now people want something more unique, not a copy of a copy). It's good they can look at themselves more critically now.

[fattybattysblog]

Someone You Want to Know Better

Thanks for the tag @mothboypoison I love tag games so don't feel bad about tagging me in them!

last song: Masterpiece by Motionless in White

favorite color: Blue. Specifically a cyan blue.

currently watching: Rewatching 3rd Rock from the Sun

sweet/savory/spicy: Ooh, hard choice... I like to drink my sweet and I eat more savory than spicy. But I do like spicy.

relationship status: Taken by two handsome, sweet, and lovable guys~ <3 Dating every fictional man I ever met in my head.

current obsession: Jujutsu Kaisen is very strong in my interests right now, but I have also drawn 4 full pages of doodles about that fuckin Pal, lmao. I think it's safe to say Bushi is my obsession right now.

last thing you googled: A list of DDR songs. Which led to me finding Stepmania and a site that sells dance pads and now I really want a dance pad because I miss playing DDR.

I shall tag @tsunderesalty and @tsukimefuku but absolutely don't do it if you don't want to.

[monsterkin-culture-is]

10 Fave Werewolf Songs 🌙

Going to start posting some species songlists on here! Feel free to request in my askbox (anon is enabled) or the notes. Song title link leads to Spotify.

10. Werewolf by Motionless in White. Because a lot of the later songs are a little calmer, I had to add in some rock! This fully encompasses werewolf rage & hunting instincts at their core.

9. I Was A Teenage Werewolf by The Cramps. This is on every werewolf playlist ever but who am I to break tradition? As a teenage werewolf myself, it's still a good song.

8. Wolf by AlicebanD. I'll admit this one is mostly here by name but it's so frantic and high energy and sounds like going utterly insane and I love it.

7. Werewolf Baby! by Rob Zombie. If I could actually transform into a wolfman this is what would be playing as a rampage through the woods. Rob Zombie never misses.

6. Werewolf by Cat Power. A beautiful and atmospheric human x werewolf song about isolation and secrecy.

5. Werewolfe by Scary Bitches. I think you just have to experience this one for yourself.

4. Lavender Moon by Haroula Rose. I'm not sure what lo-fi werewolf music would sound like, but I'm going to say this is the closest thing.

3. The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen. I have really fond memories of listening to this song waiting to board a ferry to Ireland on my way to visit family. It's also my go-to song for staring longingly at the moon and stars (and one of my maladaptive daydreaming songs).

2. Hunter's Moon by Ghost. It's my favourite ghost song and it has moon in the name! No but on a serious note his voice has the perfect wolfy growl and the lyrics somewhat reference werewolf amnesia. I'm a sucker for songs that tell a story... especially about revenge! I also associate it with one of my blorbos so...

1. Werewolf Heart by Dead Man's Bones. Dead Man's Bones is my favourite band of all time so it had to be #1 on this list. This song and the entire album it comes from is a masterpiece in gothic music. I encourage everyone to check this one out!

Honourable Mention: Give That Wolf A Banana by Subwoolfer. This link leads to Youtube because you simply have to see the performance! How could I ever make a werewolf songlist and leave this beautiful creation out?

Anyway that's all for now! I'm sure I'll make a follow-up, my spotify is riddled with werewolf music. Let me know if you like any of these!

[cynicalangel80]

This is the idea I couldn’t get out of my head and got me back into making fanvids after 10 years.  I’m finally ready to release it into the wilds of Tumblr.  The song is Masterpiece by Motionless in White. 

[itconsumesyou]

@miwnet motionless in white meme - (4/4) songs → MASTERPIECE

[youlackconviction]

as an anti-series and anti-ragnarok Loki stan, I feel you are one of the few people I can ask to recommend a few songs for a Loki playlist (that aren't OOC or Loki/reader) please?

as it happens... i do have one or two faves in a playlist 😉

in no particular order...

Falling In Reverse - Popular Monster

Falling In Reverse - Losing My Mind

Falling In Reverse - Voices In My Head

Jason Chen - Speechless (cover version of Aladdin song)

Linkin Park - Crawling

Linkin Park - Battle Symphony

Linkin Park - In My Remains

Linkin Park - Numb

Linkin Park - From The Inside

Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong

Simple Plan - I'm Just A Kid (Thor 2011)

Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life (Avengers 2012)

Simple Plan - Untitled (Thor 2013)

Simple Plan - Perfect

Citizen Soldier - Worst In Me

Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony (has low-key Jotun themes)

Incubus - Pardon me

Motionless In White - Masterpiece

(some of the songs could be interpreted as being about a S/O but they also work if you think about LOKI's relationships with his family. but in general i kept clear of romance-themed songs. also, some relate more to Avengers LOKI than pre-Thanos LOKI.)

i might end up reblogging with more after i realise i left out some really important ones lol. but here's a start for you. thanks for the ask that was fun!