#spotify wrapped new game+

[thetrashbagswasteland]

NG+ for uhhhh let's do 58, 66, and 74 :3c

One again this shit LONG it's going under a cut so it doesn't fuck with peoples dashes!

58 - I Love You (Acoustic) - Woodkid

I KNOW I've already given this one over to a bad timeline Kryterius and now ye shall suffer the consequences. Good luck, enjoy the stabbing.

Eight years. Eight long years. They’d felt like a lifetime, or maybe barely a day. There were times when Nihlus felt like he barely knew him at all and others when he thought he knew every inch of Saren inside and out, that there was nothing left to lay bare and for them to worry would turn the other away. Saren had met him when he’d been at his worst and conversely he’d seen him at his only much later, once they were for lack of a better word, lovers. And, well, there was a word that didn’t even come close to summing it up. He’d die for him in a heartbeat, live for him in the next one, then curse his existence in the one after that. It was reciprocated; Nihlus knew it was in the quiet way Saren gravitated to his side in a room full of people, in the soft words he’d allow himself to say when it was only the two of them and in every single way he had claimed him as his from the day they’d finally admitted their feelings for one another. They rarely got to enjoy quiet mornings together, or even often late nights falling into one another’s arms. There would be time enough for that, one day, he’d decided. When Saren finally burned through the last of his rage and when he’d proven once and for all that he had every right to stand proud in a room full of primarchs regardless. That day would come and then they would be content. Or at least, he’d assumed it would. Nihlus checked his correspondence for what felt like the hundredth time in as many minutes. No unread messages. There should be one. At the very least one. That was the one commitment they made to one another now - to talk, even if they could do nothing more than that. Had he done something wrong? Or… was it something beyond his control? He’d been distant for a while now, subvocals muted and eyes glazed over. Nihlus had attributed it to being the time of year; Saren always struggled worst with his own thoughts around the anniversary of The Incident. The Incident, because it had no name in their lives and never would be able to be comprehensively summed up. But, a new nagging fear, what if it wasn’t merely the date which had his love so detached from life? Was it Nihlus’ choice to take the project? He’d always known it’d piss him off but to this extent? Or was he pulling away as a defence mechanism to hide how he was failing? Spirits only knew, he seemed to be putting himself through more augs every time they saw one another as a way to combat pushing his body past its limits… But he should trust him with this. Should know, after all this time, that he could trust him and that he owed him the truth on that matter. A ping. His heart jumped momentarily in his throat and then - “Briefing in ten minutes. Do you wish to review the files before we bring Shepard in? - A.” Ah. Of course. Ah well, it’d been too much to hope… He’d send him another message, after this, pin him down to a meeting and then maybe pin him to the bed as payback for so long left in silence. Mm. A nice thought that was… One he’d file and plan out further. A recompense for himself for putting up with all of this. He’d come back to the logistics. After the evaluation. 

66 - Will I Find My Home In You (Accoustic) - Juniper Vale

Legally assigned Barrix so here's a chaser from Wipe My Hands Clean bc I need to rewrite that fuckin prompt I did ages back with this song anyways lmao

“I’m resigning.” Avitus blinked. “I mean… I’m retiring.” Macen, always so implacably confident actually sounded nervous. “You’re quitting?” He asked, trying to make sense of it as he stared across at him. “These are all synonyms for the same thing, Avi, yes.” His lover’s attempt at humour fell unfortunately flat and, seeming to realise it, Macen sighed heavily. “Listen, it’s time. I’m done. I’ve had enough of all of this.” Shit… He should have expected this, shouldn’t he? “All of this?” Avitus croaked, trying not to let panic grip him by the throat. “I’m tired, Avi.” Seemingly unaware of his inner turmoil. Macen slumped back further in his chair, bad leg propped on a stool. “I’ve been through enough firefights for one lifetime. I’m sick of being scared that I won’t make it home to you. If there’s one thing I’ve realised, it’s that I can’t live like this.” Home… to him? But he couldn’t stand the life they led? How else was he to take that? Avitus swallowed his pride, pushed down the desperate desire to rage and cling to him. Mace deserved better than that. Better than him spoiling this. “I understand.” He let his eyes slip closed, chin coming to rest in his cowl. “You need a fresh start. I- I’m not going to stop you.” “There’s this offer, it’s- wait, what?” Macen genuinely sounded confused. “What do you mean you won’t stop me?” He opened his eyes. “This is the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech, isn’t it?” He asked cautiously. “You’re telling me you want a peaceful life and there’s only one way to make that happen, isn’t there?” For a moment, he simply stared at him. Then, the other turian was on his feet, limping the few steps it took him to approach before taking his head between his hands and forcing it up so he was forced to make eye contact with him. Usually, it was easy to forget that Mace was, actually, taller than him. He’d such a welcoming, sweet disposition that he was always damned approachable. “Avitus Rix.” He murmured softly, far too gently. “You are the most paranoid, pessimistic old fool I’ve ever met. Only you could take me asking you to settle down with me as a breakup conversation.” Settle down? Them? “You… want me to retire?” He asked cagily. “With you?” “Yes, you idiot.” Macen dipped his head, pressing their foreheads together with as much exasperation as tenderness.

74 - Younger - Imagine Dragons

Look, we're just going into the Beyond Familiar Stars grab-bag for this one bc I'm like 90% sure that's when this one got streamed enough to get on this list lmao.

“Saren got tired of them eventually.” He didn’t know why but… sharing it was cathartic. Someone else should remember them as he did. “There was some serious pressure being put on him to just pick someone, eventually, and he just… upped and disappeared. Came back three months later dragging this massive bastard behind him. Terminus trash, both parents were mercs, everyone knew it. Spooked the whole damned hierarchy because apparently Kryik had been thrown in a dead-end platoon on Taetrus to die and… everyone had assumed he had died until he got dragged in to meet the council with two month’s training already in hand. Nihlus was twenty two, with a smart mouth and a very punchable face. And he was everyone’s best friend in a day.” He’d been almost as horrified as everyone else at first. But then he’d understood once he’d actually seen him fight and even worse, had liked him from when they’d first spoken properly. It had been a threat to the council, plain and simple. No pushing him, else he’d turn around and find the worst possible candidate. Then he’d make the best damned spectre out of them, just to piss everyone off.

They’d had ten years. Eight years in love - long enough that they’d been talking about making things permanent openly, instead of just in hushed whispers. Was it any wonder Saren had lost it when he’d been blamed for the death of the only person he’d let know him that well? One of his greatest regrets, for a long time, had been that Macen had never gotten to meet them. Now… now that sat side by side with the disappointment they’d never lived to see him take on a student of his own. But his greatest still was that they’d soon have been dead for as long as he’d had them. And that he’d been without Macen for twice as long as he’d had him. It struck him, not for the first time, that he’d have rather not be in this position. Die young and leave a pretty corpse, that’d been his intention. Not outlive a single person who’d given a damn about him. And… He’d failed that one, hadn’t he? “Avitus?” He hated the concern. Hated that it was all anyone had to give him these days. Shit, he didn’t deserve it. “I’m just- Coming to some hard realisations.” He muttered before he could stop himself. “About the way my life’s turned out. Wasn’t my goal to do this, you know?” “I don’t think anyone’s goal was to come to Andromeda all along, was it?” He’d have had a shot at still claiming to have died young without it, that was for sure. “More that…” Avitus gritted his teeth, unsure how she’d take him admitting he’d never meant to live this long. “I’m sixty two. More than three times the age my dad made. Twice what Nihlus got. Nearly as old as Nearcus was when I killed him.” “People who all died before their time.” There was a deliberate attempt to sound like she’d a clue what any of that meant there. “C’mon, Avitus, you’re not even middle-aged, are you? Turians live to be like a hundred and fifty, don’t you?” He… couldn’t say it. Not without pity ensuing. There was no easy way to admit that he’d not thought he’d live to see fifteen. Then twenty. Then thirty. Then he’d counted his life expectancy in days, not years, for a while when he’d been thirty eight. And finally, he’d contemplated that he might live long enough to start to feel like an adult, but he’d only ever allowed himself to picture getting old when Macen had talked about it. He’d always treated it like a certainty, hadn’t he? That they’d come out here and find themselves a place to settle into, where they could be themselves in peace. With Macen gone, Avitus was no longer sure just who he was, either. “Macen got a third of his possible lifespan. My dad got eighteen years. Why do I get more than that?” He hadn’t meant to direct the question at her - did he expect her to have an answer for him that wasn’t what he already knew; that the universe had a sick sense of humour? “Why do I survive everything that better people don’t?”

[rattbyte]

99 and Garurumon or Weregarurumon.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Three Days Grace, "Animal I Have Become"

congrats on picking everyone's favorite edgy amv song and DOUBLY congrats for pairing it with a digimon so i can go the dark evolution route :)

[reactionimagesdaily]

[vacantgodling]

new game + 77 and 99 plsplspls

koooooooorbbbbh thank you for asking!

so i’m gonna post the drabble for 77! i decided that 99 is actually gonna make an appearance in the veeeery last chapter of cage so uh 👀 look out for chapter 20 whenever that happens LMAO

otherwise, god it’s been so long since i’ve written anything paramour related so sorry if this is a bit Rusty i rushed this tbh

send me a number and i’ll write you a drabble based on my spotify wrapped

77. The Bird and The Worm — The Used

for context this is a flashback. tw for violence and descriptions of gore etc

The sickening crack of bone hitting the pavement would never fail to jolt Amon from sleep. He didn’t realize he was having a panic attack until the woman—his “new mother” flew into the lush, well decorated room they’d given him to call his own in a whirlwind of perfumes and fluttering birdlike hands, her twittering little voice crying, “Cori, oh, Cori, please, put the knife down!”

Knife? Amon looked at his hand, finding the same knife from that day firm in his palm. Oh.

Downy feathers twirled in the air like tightrope dancers, thrust there by his violent swings

“Coriandrum Farrah, put that knife down at once!” His “new father” boomed at him. The shake of his rough hands on his shoulders is what truly dragged him back to reality. He wasn’t in an alley. He wasn’t watching those animals throw his mother onto the ground. The seizing hands around his shoulders were just like those that held him down; just like those that had made the first slash against his throat—

Amon paused in his assault of the pillows, and gazed up at the man, his dark eyes swallowed by the pitch of the night and his own murderous intent, fear like a bug in his throat. Seeing his pause, the man continued. “This is the fourth night in a row you’ve done this! We understand what you been through was tragic—“

“No!” Amon’s voice was far too deep for a twelve year old but it was gripped in the bowels of pain, of the suffering evil that spilled from the earth. He wretched violently in his “new father’s” arms, twisting and turning and wriggling to try and escape. His mind flashed between the wealthy aristocrat that took pity on him and saved his life, and the crooked grin of the key who nearly ended it.

“You’ll never understand! They gouged her eyes out and ate them!”

Before either of the adults could react, his grip on the knife tightened once more and he whipped his arm back as if to stab the pillow again, but at the last moment changed trajectory, stabbing it deep into his “father’s” abdomen. He howled in agony, and his “mother” near fainted on the spot, giving Amon ample time to wretch himself free and dash around them and into the corridor. He didn’t know this house too well, and his too weak body screamed at the sudden exertion but he had to get out of here. He didn’t want to play house with rich bastards who thought they owned him just because they intervened on behalf of his life, one he didn’t ask them to save. He wanted to find the people who did this to him, to his mother, and make them pay.

He crashed through a window on the first floor, scampering into the bushes, then off into the night. “Coriandrum Farrah” hardly suited him anyway.

[six-improbable-things]

My Steam Year in Review this year is going to be so fucking insane. Considering I'm hopefully going to have finished P:WotR twice just in this year, not to mention all the other obsessive spurts I've had with other games over the course of the year (Wildermyth, Islanders, Roots of Yggdrasil) I can't wait to see the fucking insanity that is going to be this year's stats. In January and over the summer I was pretty much playing the same game every day for a month straight, lmao. It's certainly going to be amusing, if nothing else.

[theinternetisaweboflies]

i cant believe they actually did honkai star rail wrapped

[atherix]

Ooo for the song thing, #58?

Ough this one </3

This is gonna be past!Scarian and current!Redscape so. Ye not part of any current/public AU <3

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Some days Scar wonders if he'll ever be alright again.

Letting Grian go was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and even now waking up alone in what used to be their apartment feels... wrong.

Lonely.

When he wakes up to the blaring alarm he stares at the ceiling far longer than he used to.

(He remembers Grian used to wake him up.)

He gets up and wanders into the kitchen, empty and cold save for the little cat bowl sitting on the floor.

(There used to be three.)

He makes breakfast and sets a plate on the table, and he eats with the sound of the TV in the background.

(He used to talk to Grian while they ate together.)

This is how his days pass; he walks to work, remembering how he used to walk with Grian, and at work he takes his lunch, during which he used to call Grian, and then he goes home to his empty house, devoid of the vibrant, lively Grian who used to greet him.

Every day passes like this.

At least, they used to. Nowadays, Scar finds that old routine being broken in the best way possible.

"Hey, Scar."

Scar turns around, blinking as he finds himself looking at Mumbo. Instantly the coldness that had taken root in him fades, warmth and excitement filling its hollow place. Even the sun shines a little brighter as he stops, waiting for the other man to catch up to him.

"Mumbo!" he greets, grinning brightly. His heart flutters as Mumbo reaches out to take his hand, and Mumbo smiles back at him, and all Scar thinks about is Mumbo.

"Where to today then, love?" Mumbo asks him, and Scar hums.

"Y'know, I think today I'm up for anywhere," he decides, swinging their clasped hands between them. "Long as it's anywhere with you."

When Mumbo joins him in the mornings, Scar knows everything is going to be just fine.

[jiminsproof]

tag game ✨️

November receiptify 🥰 I was tagged by @raplinenthusiasts , thank you sm Julia! Wishing you a lovely weekend and urodziwego bałwana gdzieś na dzielni ❄️⛄️Posting it right away before ateez cb tomorrow turns this entire list upside down fknfkfkfkf

Here's a playlist with the songs ✨️

Tagging some of my lovelies: @aprylynn, @kimchokejin, @cordiallyfuturedwight, @epiphanytear, @ihamtmus, @dearedwardteach , @seraphjimin , @hopeinthebox , @blueside-hobi, @chocolatnoir, @starlostjimin. 💗🫂

[moony4pads]

SONG TITEL Q + A

Thanks for the tag @iamthevigilanteshit

choose an artist you like and use the name of their songs to answer this as close to the truth as possible!

1) artist I selected: taylor swift

2) what is your gender: vigilante shit

3) describe yourself: Anti-hero

4) how do you feel: sad beautiful tragic

5) if you could go anywhere where would it be: cornela street

6) describe your bsf: invisible gorgeous

7) your fav time of day: daylight

8) what is life to you: I forgot that you existed

9) if your life was a tv show what would it be called: Mastermind (bc that's a cool ass name for a tv show)

10) relationship satus: blank space

11) what do you fear: Change

No pressure tags :

@taketwoinink @weirdo09 @lifeonmvrs @ramblingsoftheconfusedsoul @d3adbattery @shrinking-violetta @yugishoe @teenagewidow

And anyone else who wants to

[thetrashbagswasteland]

NG+ wrapped!! Hmmm 25, 75, 100 peas

FAIR WARNING THIS IS LONG and therefore...

25 - Love To Go - Lost Frequencies

Muahahaha so we're gonna start with something familiar - and why yes it is Project Sunseeker's two prime roastable idiots deciding to be fucking dramatic in chapter 53: Too Stupid To Leave Now. Idk man this song has such an upeat, peppy beat but the feeling of impending loss just gets me throughout it.

A hand caught her own and it was only then that she became aware that Garrus had found his way to her side. “So… that’s Earth.” He said, eyes also fixed on the blue planet as it grew to encompass most of the viewscreen. “That’s home to you.” “It’s my homeworld.” She agreed, uncertain that she could still consider the planet itself to feel like home after so long away. “It sure is blue.” He commented, bringing back the time she’d discussed the planet with him and Tali. That was the only time, as far as she could remember, that she had talked about it and at the time she’d been utterly certain that she would never see it again. And now, here they were. “This is our last chance to back out.” She admitted, surprised that the thought would come to her, even now. “Would you do that, though?” He asked softly, fingers tightening around hers for a moment. No, she thought. No she wouldn’t. But instead, she tore her eyes away from the viewscreen to look up at him. “Would you ask me to, now?” Garrus had many times now called her out for her inability to put herself first, so he had to understand the unsaid question in there. “Will you still call me self sacrificing, knowing now what I’m fighting for?” Earth was a plain little ball of blue, sure, but could he look at it and all it represented and still think she was giving herself up for a thankless cause? “No.” He murmured. “I know you won’t back out, even if I begged you to. You're too damned stubborn to take that.” She ran her thumb over his forefinger and dared to lean into his side, desperately needing the comfort that that simple gesture would bring. “If I said I think we’re unlikely to make it off the planet again, would that change your mind?”  “Will you die with me? For me?” “No.” He agreed with a soft thrum in his chest. “I think we’re both too stupid to leave now, aren’t we?” Well, there it was. And really, what could she say to that? 75 - Scared of the Dark - BoyWithUke

Is it Barrix? Yeah, it's Barrix, but not in the direction we're probably expecting. No i shall not be explaining further. This is actually from the next chapter of Wipe My Hands Clean (chapter 5: Exaggerated Claims)

The entrance was cramped, half hidden behind a potted bit of foliage which looked to be a stunted form of a palaveni tree native to the equator. Macen had to stow his shotgun, much to his discomfort, in order to crawl inside. From there… it didn’t really improve. Even on his hands and knees, the back of his helmet and top of his cowl scraped the ceiling with every movement he took. And spirits was it dark. Only the light of his omni-tool allowed him to see a few arm-lengths in front of him and this he had to remove whenever he came to a junction and needed to check which way to turn. Tedious, terrifying work. Unable to keep his thoughts from wandering, he wondered just how Avi would have dealt with this. Nothing had ever seemed to scare him on the surface, after all. When they’d first met, he’d been impressed by that. How fearless he’d been. Over time though, he’d come to realise that nothing could be further from the truth… No, Avitus had been terrified of a lot of things, yet a fight had never been one of those them, not really.  He’d have taken this as a challenge. Yeah… Macen allowed himself a small moment of levity as the tunnel sloped downwards sharply and he had to brace against the ceiling to avoid slipping. Avi’d have stuck a knife between his teeth and jumped headfirst into this, ready to gut the first thing that jumped out at him in the dark. After all, he’d thrown himself headfirst into one of the reservoirs last year to catch a wanted suspect they had spotted purely by chance - not even a moment's consideration that he couldn’t swim like the little salarian he’d been after. “Needed doing.” He’d answered smugly once he’d hauled himself out using a maintenance ladder, grinning. “Don’t think, just do. Besides, I knew it'd make me look tough.” He wished he had a fraction of his ability to compartmentalise biological fear. More than that, though, he wished he had him. It’d been two days since he’d received that message from him and… not hide nor talon had been seen of him since. Even the ship he’d been on had stopped pinging, having gone out of range presumably. Or having been destroyed. The councillor had had very little in terms of sympathy to offer at the news that he and Saren were presumably dead. Simply stating that perhaps it was easier this way. Macen didn’t agree with that, not one bit. Perhaps it was easier for them if they could wipe off everything that had happened as some great tragic accident but it wasn’t easier for him. The tunnel opened up, up ahead, into a massive room. Pitch dark, and if anything the sense of uneasy claustrophobia only worsened as Macen unfolded his sore limbs and carefully stood. When he still didn’t feel his head scrape against the roof, he felt instantly dizzy. Spirits. Channel Avi. Don’t think, do.

100 - Saviour (ft. First Aid Kit) - George Ezra

So... AviTis is what you're getting and boy howdy this one's painful. And why yes we ARE going to be romanticising loving someone who's a piping hot garbage fire of a person, knowing they can't be fixed or truly helped and still wanting to be with them anyways. This bit's actually from Follow My Lead (chapter as of yet undecided however) and is part of the second scene I wrote for it lmao.

A wildfire. That’s how he’d have once described him, if pushed. To stand close to the leading edge and enjoy the power of his destruction was a thrill but it had to come with the acceptance that at some point, the flames would turn and that the spectator would be burnt. When and with what severity his course would change was part of the excitement - part of what had drawn him in and part of why he’d first realised he loved him whilst watching him dance through the battlefield to the tempo of a bombardment - but the eventuality was that he would end up turning on him eventually. But the truth was that being around Avitus was a lot more like being on the grip of a tornado. He too was powerless against his own impulsion, dragged along with little control over the direction and no ability to halt the destruction. Avitus didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but it happened with the battering debris of his decisions, simply could not be avoided as people were sucked in. There was no avoiding it, no predicting the path he’d take, just blind luck involved in surviving until he set down once more. With either though, the thing that could not be denied was that he was too much to live with forever and for one person. There was not one singular person who could manage both their own lives and being everything that Avitus needed to tame the force of nature he ended up being. But being caught in the grip of his savagery was exhilarating enough to tempt him want to it all over again. The other thing was that tornadoes never lasted long. He’d never really considered that part before. Never considered how apt that was for the man who'd declared he'd die whilst he was young and pretty but who this far had failed to do either.   Castis tried not to pity him, for that was something he’d have railed against, snarled and spat and fought, just to avoid hearing. The last thing Avitus Rix said he wanted, and yet it was what he deserved most. Spectacularly unlucky, he’d once thought him. His luck had yet to improve.

[jackleopard]

7, 25 and 100!

7. Coti x Coti by The Tyets

25. Want You Back by Maisie Peters

100. Outdoor Pool by Maisie Peters

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

[bloodyke]

my spotify wrapped is lying to me bc i did NOT listen to kpop this year like that so im posting my spotistats results instead (alongside the wrapped screenshots i agree with)

[wiredalienvampire]

My spotify wrapped dropped today. Here's what I got ^_^ 💿🎶

[greyias]

For your not-Spotify Wrapped, #55?

More for my Dollar Store Spotify Wrapped! Let's see if we close our eyes and hit another TSwift song----

...goddamn it.

[puppyeared]

72 for ur wrapped :3

this ones for u fellow gishhead <3

[arataka-reigen]

62, 74, and 95

62.

74.

95.