bakerstreet | p l a y.

Entry tags:

p l a y.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST PROMPTING MEME
MUSIC IS AN ART FORM WHICH HAS ALWAYS INSPIRED CREATIVE WORKS, BE IT OTHER PIECES OF MUSIC, DANCE OR WRITING. THIS MEME IS A WAY TO LET OTHERS BE INSPIRED BY MUSIC YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR CHARACTER TO CREATE A SCENE. HAPPY LISTENING! HAPPY PLAYING!

How to play -

1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference in the subject line.
2. In the comment field, leave at least two song titles (links welcome) from your character's playlist for others to choose between.
3. Others leave a starter for your character with a scenario inspired by one of the songs.
4. Thread it out!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ info/permissions in journal. ]

the nights - avicii ( x )

he said: one day you'll leave this world behind
so live a life you will remember
my father told me when i was just a child
these are the nights that never die

this year's love - jasmine thompson ( x )

don't you know this life goes on?
won't you kiss me on that midnight street?
sweep me off my feet, singing:
ain't this life so sweet?

waiting for the miracle - sophie zelmani ( x )

the maestro says it's mozart
but it sounds like bubblegum
when you're waiting for the miracle
for the miracle to come

+ 1 hard mode

romance - gennady lykinykh ( x )

♫♫♫

or bring your own!

britney spears - circus

There's only two types of people in the world
The ones that entertain and the ones that observe
Well, baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl
Don't like the backseat, gotta be first...
All the eyes on me in the center of the ring, just like a circus

panic! at the disco - turn off the lights

I got so sick of being on my own, now the devil won't leave me alone
It's almost like I've found a friend who's in it for the bitter end
Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos
I set my expectations high so nothing ever comes out right
So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight
I think I'll figure it out with a little more time
But who needs time?
Turn off the lights, turn off the lights
Turn on the charm for me tonight

p!nk - crystal ball

Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head cascading up and down again
Up and down and 'round again, down and up and down again
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all
Just to end up right back here on the floor
To end up right back here on the floor

[Or you can choose a different song, or bring your own instead!]

Edited 2021-09-25 12:36 (UTC)

irene cara - fame

Baby, look at me and tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest
I got more to me, and you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am?
Remember my name!

marianas trench - celebrity status

Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin
I like to push it and push it until my luck is over...
Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in-between
Sorry everybody here will never be somebody clean
There's a piece of me they're throwing back at us
And they will buy you and sell you for celebrity status

mother mother - family

A motley crew, a rodeo, a goddamn zoo, a circus show
But, oh, don't you know how it goes?
We are all walking each other home
They is my family, they is my family
They might be crazy, but they is my family
You can't get to them unless you get through me, yeah
You fuck with them, you fuck with me

[Or you can choose a different song, or bring your own instead!]

Edited 2021-09-25 13:16 (UTC)

Mysterio wasn't often necessary to keep an eye on. Not for treachery's sake - close to, not quite within the inner circle - nor for safety's sake. Mysterio was very good at misdirection. The best, in fact, whether it was robots, or sleight of hand, or a trick of the light... this infinite mirage was oasis to whoever gave one real loyalty, and so much smoke to those who might lay hands with violent intent.

As for Otto themself, they found the Six coalesced like a symphony on whatever target the Master Planner set their eyes on, and only bad luck and misadventure denied them. By the time Mysterio arrived to give the team a much-needed edge, Otto had the pace of personnel down perfectly, layering crime on crime in preparation for the Taj Mahal of transgressions.

It all went south when Captain Stacy decided to play the hero, trying to 'rescue a civilian' he would have been better served to leave to the Spider's attentions. Otto spared a tentacle mainly to ensure Stacy wouldn't be himself sacrificed, as it would serve the cause of supervillainy poorly indeed to turn public opinion too quickly against them. This, for want of a nail, meant that Otto had not noticed the other officer's pistol, and was shot - in the flesh arm, unhappily! - and, reluctant to leave the scene without a sure exit, waited for the others and then accompanied Mysterio out.

"What a pest!" Otto remarked, clutching their burning arm.

The Sinister Six was proving itself to be a group much like the one that Beck had found years ago with Chameleon and Mason -- something that wasn't simply a well-oiled machine, though it was becoming very much that as they got more used to working together, but also had ever-increasing camaraderie. And Octopus was, like Chameleon, a rewarding person to listen to and work with.

As well as being very interpersonally pleasant. Beck might not quite be in Octavius's inner circle, but one certainly didn't begrudge Mason and understood that it was no insult. Ock was loyal to all of them and received loyalty in return, was fond and received fondness. Mysterio bent all of one's powers to their disposal when the Master Planner called.

It was simply a damnable string of luck that led to disaster. Not the Spider, for once, but the police captain making a rash decision and the sergeant making an even worse one was -- alarming. Gunshots were loud in real life and trying to figure out quickly if anyone had actually been shot, and who, and where, was not part of the supervillain act that Mysterio enjoyed.

One swiftly redirected one's attention over towards Octavius the moment one saw blood, getting between them and the police. The retreat had been called but Mysterio could certainly spare some illusions and androids to making sure that everyone else was out first, particularly the one who was hurt! To one's surprise, the Spider didn't even try to stop them, instead prioritizing getting the gun out of the sergeant's hands, but it did make it easier to fall back with Doctor Octopus the moment everyone else seemed to have left.

"A bit worse than a pest, Octopus," Mysterio noted, rattled but still keeping up the voice; it was in some ways soothing to one, and hopefully to them too. Though one did drop it then, requesting, "Let me take a look, we might need to take care of it now." Instead of trying to make it all the way back to their lair.

It was only a matter of time, honestly. Otto was slow to trust a great deal, solely because the consequence of error was very high. But nobody in the Six was untrustworthy, or hopefully made to feel lesser for it.

"You can't just let them get away with it!" The police sergeant was protesting, trying to get the gun back - and over their shoulder, Otto watched and noted the Spider's interference with an intense amount of interest, even despite the pain and the terrible timing of the whole thing. The rest of the Six had escaped, thanks to Mysterio's intervention, and one was already high in their esteem but getting higher every day.

"Not to worry," Otto soothed, reaching over to touch Mysterio's shoulder with one of the tentacles as another two scurried forward to open a manhole. Better to be out of the way--and yet Mysterio wouldn't stop in an alley unless...

Somehow from the outside it looked empty. They paused, and smiled at one. "I appreciate that." Otto pulled half out of their trenchcoat. "What do you need me to do?"

It was obvious enough that if Octopus mistrusted one, then one would not be one of the Sinister Six, even with one's connection to Tinkerer. One could take their time earning their esteem, and a deeper trust.

"Yeah, and if someone hadn't gotten trigger happy I wouldn't be confiscating his toys," Spidey exaggerated-scolded, not at all happy with Sgt. Carter and definitely not because this was 'wasting time' that could be used to go after the Six and they were getting away. No, she was way more upset that she was pretty sure someone had just gotten shot!

It only took a few little tricks, a few adjustments, and the alleyway would be hidden from prying, searching eyes. One didn't need to convince Octavius of that, though; of course it only took them a few moments to catch on. Unsurprising, but still good.

"Try not to move your arm," one advised absently. "I just want to see how badly you're bleeding. And if we're going through the sewers I should probably dress it first anyway." And honestly? One was gonna unfasten one's cape and just use that.

Really, Otto suspected that Tinkerer shared information with Beck and Chameleon as it was, though perhaps not all the information Otto shared with him. It was not a problem for Tinkerer to roam as a freelancer, and accept other work, not even from Otto's enemies. It was not a problem if the Tinkerer shared certain details and they were shared in turn.

Captain Stacy, shaken but not defeated, nodded to the Spider in gratitude for stopping one of his men from overstepping. He radioed in to call back the others, and then withdrew as well, thinking everyone had a lot to think about and knowing that, for the purposes of arrest, Mysterio was long gone.

"It does hurt." Otto murmured, "More than many things I have experienced recently."

Their arms - the mechanical ones - took the sleeve of their coat down, and opened up the fabric underneath. It wasn't the worst wound, but the bullet had made a clean entrance and exit, at least, instead of being stuck in bone or ripping muscle. And Mysterio using one's own cape was... incredibly sweet.

"Fortunately it never was clothes that made the magician." Otto murmured, resting their uninjured hand for a moment on Mysterio's globed head. "Thank you, Mysterio."

It was certainly true that, for all Mysterio had not quite been one of the Master Planner's inner circle, one had been closer to its sphere than Sandman, Rhino, or Kraven. It was unavoidable when Beck worked so closely with Mason -- not that Mason did not keep any secrets (and sometimes he could be very theatrical about it and the proper time to reveal them, nearly as much as one or Chameleon!), but his work for the Master Planner had been such a huge project and the fact that Octavius could even contact them from Ravencroft had been a mix of Octavius and Mason's work.

Beck had been in on the secret secondhand, and had not been bothered, not prying further. Or acting like one knew anything in front of the others. One was a professional, after all!

A professional who had grown fond of Octavius. "Yeah, I'll bet," one agreed, looking over the wound and wincing. It wasn't like one had to deal with gunshot wounds often; over the years that one had worked with Chameleon something like this had only happened twice, and one was a graze. So he was no expert, but... "Looks like you've got a clean exit wound, and your arm's not broken, but you're bleeding enough that I'm glad we didn't wait." The bullet had obviously missed both bone and artery, though, which was a relief.

One moved to wrap one's cape around their arm, only pausing for a moment when Otto touched their hand to one's globe helmet. One inclined one's head into it, then drew closer to start dressing the wound tightly. "No need, Octopus," one said, slipping back into Mysterio voice most of the way. "Clothes will make a better magician before long. Tinkerer is working on ballistic cloth, and from the way things went tonight, that is an invention that will come not a moment too soon... --Apologies for any pain."

"Otto," Adrian's urgent voice came through their headset as Beck wrapped up their arm. "Are you all right?"

They were all very useful, and all were individuals who Otto could honestly say they was fond of. But some were more perceptive than others. And some, like Electro, were just willing to trust Otto and go along with their missives, which they appreciated. But they couldn't automatically expect that from everyone. Some, they knew, would watch and learn... And so honesty was as important as loyalty.

"Yes, indeed." Otto murmured, watching as Mysterio evaluated and dressed their wound, and didn't miss the way one decided to go Supervillain ID to deal with the problem. "We should have a medical doctor, but I have yet to adopt one from Ravencroft or Ryker's. There--hhh." They stopped, rather being silent than to yelp if Mysterio continued because that part did hurt. Then gently tapped their earpiece.

"No need to worry," Otto kept their voice down, "Mysterio assures me it is an optimal wound and that I shall recover. I will join you at base very shortly. Can you safely keep an eye on the Spider from your position, or have you already left?"

"It isn't terribly convenient to find a supervillain with good taste and a specific calling, I suppose." Ock had managed to find one and Mason, and Kraven, but a doctor couldn't be rushed! Mysterio could tell Ock was trying not to make sound, and spoke conversationally (though, yes, still as Mysterio) to distract. "These things do take time."

Vulture was relieved, keeping to her holding pattern where she was far enough away and high enough up that she wouldn't be spotted, with any luck, but not retreated as far as the others so that she could head back if needed. She scanned the area, reporting, "She's heading North on 7th Avenue now." Towards them, in fact, but even Vulture could not spot where they had gone thanks to Mysterio's handiwork.

Spidey was nearby, having followed the signs of Doc Ock's retreat on their arms... more worrying, there were some blood droplets if she looked closely. She landed when she lost the trail, looking around but uncertain if they was still anywhere close, or if they'd stopped long enough to cover their tracks better and gotten away.

But her voice wasn't wary or suspicious or aggressive. No, nearish to the alleyway but unable to spot anything strange, looking around, she sounded noticeably worried. To Beck's complete surprise, honestly, after what had happened on New Year's Eve.

"Hey-- Doc? ...If you're around... you're kinda freaking me out. I know you probably can't go to a hospital or anything..." She sighed to herself, adding to herself more quietly, "I wish I at least knew if you were bleeding out somewhere. For once I really hope you guys just got away."

"I've been fortunate in my companionship as it is." Despite discomfort, Otto was more than happy to purr that, the proverbial lion with the thorn in their paw. They also appreciated, and delighted in Mysterio's play-acting, oddly trying to reassure one that this wasn't that serious, "What we need will come. We have only to plan for it."

At Vulture's warning, Otto nodded invisibly, calculating. "My thanks, Adrian. Not to worry." Their beloved guardian angel, who had not ever failed them yet. But there was a strange sabat in the works now. The way the Spider had reacted to Otto being shot, confiscating the gun. It kept sticking in Ock's mental accounting, splinter-like. Demanding attention. No matter how often Otto pushed it gently aside, there it was.

Would an attempted murderer behave that way? Had Spidey murdered anyone else, or had she simply stopped criminals?

When they heard her voice, the piece of ill fitting data got even more intrusive, demanding a resolution. Complete this equation.

Otto got up, gently putting one tentacle to Mysterio's shoulder in pre-emptive warning that they needed to do something potentially irrational. "I do so hate to spoil a good illusion," They apologized, and then pressed off to the mouth of the alley, one arm darting forward to wrap around the Spider's midsection. If they was quick about it - and perhaps if they meant no direct harm? - Spidey was quick but not always quicker than them, particularly in ambush.

"Bold of you to make an enemy of a policeman over a criminal, and bolder to concern yourself with me rather than your own reputation." Otto was calmer, though, "What are you doing? I used to think I knew what motivated you."

Edited 2021-09-30 11:35 (UTC)

Otto often made their pleasure known, whether through action or praise, or like this with that warm purr in their voice. Beck grinned behind one's helmet, hair at the back of one's neck rising pleasantly. "Then we have nothing to worry about, Master Planner," one noted. If they needed only to plan for it.

"I'll be close by," Vulture informed them. If they needed to call her in, she wouldn't take long to get there, though she was keeping enough of a distance that the Spider shouldn't be able to spot her unless she did something to draw attention to herself. She even landed on the edge of a roof so that any faint sound of her flight tech wouldn't give her away.

Even as Spidey talked, Mysterio finished wrapping and tying tight the makeshift dressing, though one listened as well. Still inclined to be wary, and honestly holding a bit of a grudge, but who could blame one? One was a little alarmed when Otto made their move, then, but nodded, stepping back and moving the hologram back with one.

"--Whoa!" Spidey was indeed not always quicker than Doc Ock in an ambush, and especially not when her spider-sense didn't go off at all. For a moment that alarmed her, but even as she raised her arms -- to try to tug at the metal arm around her? to try to web Ock in the eyes and make them loosen their grip? -- she realized that meant that this wasn't an attack, and she just. Kind of awkwardly kept them raised in a sort of whoa hold up gesture.

"I mean, the Bugle's going to have a field day with this, but they always do." She was philosophical about that; she knew it 'looked bad' to 'help criminals escape', but looking good wasn't exactly her goal. Which was probably a good thing, because she was apparently pretty bad at it. "The captain okayed it, and honestly? Sgt. Carter weirds me out. What are you doing? You--"

That was Mysterio's cape, tied around Ock's arm; okay, that explained how they'd come out of nowhere. But Spidey wasn't worried about that, eyes focusing on how their arm was wrapped up, how the purple was already discoloring with red. "--You're bleeding. Are you-- How bad is it?"

She didn't want anyone to die, or get badly hurt, and-- she really, really hated guns.

"It's a good group." Otto thanked, in a way, warm, and returning the confidence in themself. "It makes plans easy." In a way, Otto had never needed to worry about what would happen after hooking up with the Six, and reconfiguring them. It was an in-built safety net for them all.

"Thank you, angel." This to Vulture - in both name and nature! The trust and devotion that the Six had. It couldn't be bought with money, like Tombstone thought, or intimidated into people, like Norman thought. Only love could secure this loyalty. Only genuine kindness could configure such a group.

"I should crush you." Otto remarked, but it was not in a cruel way, almost an idle self criticism. "But if you hadn't disarmed that fool, he may have done more harm to me, or to one of the others, or to a civilian. So it was good of you. But to follow me? To express concern for me? Illogical, unwise--the stress. You'll give yourself a heart attack at this rate. Worrying about everyone else."

How bad is it. "I'll survive. Perhaps better, once I understand your motivations."

Octavius returned every praise and expression of faith in turn, either with their own words or their actions, both clearly showing how they valued the Six. It was, at least in Beck's eyes, a very satisfying unit, with a more than satisfying leader.

Vulture smiled silently from her perch, watching for trouble with hawk's eyes, exactly the guardian that angel would imply.

"Please don't," Spidey requested, letting her hands drop but still mostly limp-noodling in Ock's tentacles. Like a kitten held by her scruff, but in her case she was mostly presenting harmless. Interested in the fact that, so far, Doc Ock was just talking. (A Doc Talk?) "I'm enjoying the breather." Not having to be in pitched combat for once!

"Yeah, well, that's my job. To worry about everyone." It was only slightly a joke, and that was maybe obvious: She also meant it. "You guys included. I don't like guns, and I don't want people dying. I didn't know how bad you were hurt, or if..." She took a breath, nodded to them. "It looks like Mysterio did a good job." But she'd definitely come out here to try and help, just in case no one else could. Even if she didn't have any damn training herself, so yeah, illogical and unwise was right.

"No, it would be ... ruthless." Otto's tentacles dropped Spidey with decorum and gentleness onto a closed dumpster, the better to somewhat re-assess her from a distance. "But if you keep wisecracking, you prove Pavlov was an optimist." The number of times Ock had smacked Spidey away solely for a witticism!

The idea that she didn't want anyone dying - including Otto themself - was new information. "Not what I would have guessed... given that you tried to kill me, twice now - once at my inception as Dr. Octopus, and once when you fought the Six with your black suit."

It wasn't quite an accusation, more an appeal for some missing piece of information. It was so bizarre to them that Spidey sounded so honest about this!

And you don't like ruthless? Spidey thought, but... No. No, if she thought about it, Doc Ock had actually been... pretty precise, after their first rampage across the city. No one hurt in the attack meant to lure her out; she'd been their only target. No one really hurt on Christmas Eve, either, despite the fact that they could have been, easily.

Even kidnapping Gwen, she hadn't been hurt, Parker had just been completely panicked -- and them bringing the base down, that didn't feel right, Spidey had wondered even then if she'd really messed up their head overloading their systems like that because Electro had still been in there and that really wasn't Doc's M.O.

Instead of any of that, what she said, crouching casually on top of the dumpster, was, "I mean, you attack me for a lot of reasons, not just wisecracking. And sometimes you wisecrack back! I get mixed signals."

But as they said that about her trying to kill them, her eyes widened. "Wait-- I never tried to kill you. I know you weren't thinking straight right after your accident, but like I told you then, I helped save you. I was halfway across the city when I saw Oscorp lighting up like a beacon, I had to slingshot my way there. And..." The black suit. Ohhh, that was bad. "...that night in Central Park, with the black suit. What... exactly... did I try to do again?"

As usual, the mask hid more of the Spider's emotions than it would a non-masked person, but less than Mysterio's. Otto could see those eyes widen and narrow, trace the general thrust of her thoughts if not the outcome or meaning behind them. In any event, the Spider was thinking. That was something Ock respected.

And Ock was thinking, too. They let her percolate on it for a bit, conscious of their own time limitations, and then frowned.

"I should be more consistent." Ock apologized, only partially facetiously. "The accident... you weren't there? Security footage would put paid to a lie, you must know that." Not that Ock had checked it.

But, the night in Central Park. The Spider sounded as horrified as it was possible to be, at least. "Tried to impale me with one of my own deadened arms. Fortunately the Captain was there to stop you, you were as one possessed."

Doc Ock really, really needed better care on their arm, seriously. But this was also important. Spidey didn't want to keep them long, but...

A squad car went by, and Spidey glanced out of the alley, then around. Okay, so Mysterio was still here and setting up a couple different illusions, then. One wasn't in sight but it was obvious that she and Ock weren't in sight from outside the alley now either.

"Hey, if you take requests, I like the banter," she offered. More than the smacking. Though she serious'd up now. "...I know. I snuck in and checked the security footage. You were so sure someone had tried to kill you -- and you were right. More right about Norm than I realized, too. I always knew he was horrible, but he was the Green Goblin, and it was Gobby who turned up the juice and locked you in there."

That was horrifying, and somehow only more so when Ock said that about impale with one of their own deadened arms. Holy shit! "You're not exactly wrong," she said weakly. "The suit... The symbiote. You remember the alien ooze that disappeared from the ESU lab?"

"Black Cat arrived before we could complete our own job," Mysterio's voice came from nowhere in the alley; this was actually kind of fascinating but one was still wary. "Why?"

"Okay, Black Cat got there first, but she didn't steal it." Spidey sort of rearranged those facts in her head, even if she didn't quite realize yet that 'Dr. Connors' had been Chameleon. Give her a minute. "It bonded to my suit. And to me. And it wasn't as insentient as we all thought. I was asleep at the wheel during the Central Park fight, literally." As one possessed indeed.

Pain or not, beneficial future treatment or not, this too was very important. Otto had a devotion to the discovery of truth, and Spidey's behavior was unusually illuminating. This was worth a little more inquiry.

"The banter does not come naturally." Otto explained, but nodded, at 'I checked the security footage'. There was a certain inexorable and horrible logic to that, to Osborn having tried to kill them, to Osborn being the Goblin, to all those things... being interconnected. Otto inhaled. Uneasy. Maybe slightly blood loss, but slight... weakness.

Steady. Do not be that fearful cowering creature. They didn't speak for a few seconds, until they could trust it.

"You didn't have to tell me that." Otto observed. "Thank you."

And Mysterio weighing in on that suit, the alien... That sounded like a whole different set of problems. "Is that so? You deny both charges. Based on your actions tonight, I don't have much choice but to trust you."

"Oh. Really? Kinda appreciate that 'up my sleeves' joke more now." It had been so prompt! And also she appreciated it more now because at the time she'd been super upset despite her own quipping, so there was that.

"Maybe not, but you deserved to know." That answer came easily, because, well... Norm had tried to kill Otto. It was their business kinda by definition.

"You don't have to trust me, but I'm glad if you do. Just be careful," Spidey advised. "I don't know why the symbiote tried to kill you, but they're dangerous. They can get in your head, and if they get a host, they're strong. Way too strong. Don't fight Venom, by the way."

Something clicked for Mysterio, but one didn't say a word about it yet, slightly stunned.

"Look, just--" Spidey glanced towards the entrance of the alleyway, then back at Ock. "...I'll say I lost you. Go get that taken care of. And if you need a hospital, just... don't avoid it because you don't want to go back to Ravencroft, okay? You're a genius. You know better than that."

"Maybe my real armies were up my sleevies." Otto mused, apparently apropos only of the reminder of that joke. "But you seem to do it without any effort. It is impressive, in its own horrible way."

A beat. "I can't press charges, you see? It would be pointless. He would have the best lawyers. The best control of the situation, the spin. Only the Daily Bugle might go against the grain, and that is if Osborn made it obvious he was buying public opinion. This is why I need to dismantle this world and rebuild it."

Don't fight Venom. "What if I have no choice?" That was a fair question, at least.

They smiled almost despite themself. "Will I see you again, in a situation like this one? I hope I don't have to be shot to exchange a few words next time."

"I show appreciation and you hurt me like this," Spidey mugged an exaggerated wounded reaction, pressing her hand to her chest. "But maybe they are, if you're joke-king." Har har. "It's a blessing and a curse."

She hesitated, then nodded. "I think I get it. And I do think the Bugle would dig up as much dirt as they could, for what it's worth. Triple-J's a real newshound. But they couldn't even keep Tombstone in jail and I haven't heard anything about his supposed 'upcoming trial' in months. I want to fight this stuff too. I think we just disagree on the means."

"You have crossed the line fighting us, Spider." Mysterio's unsourced voice, again, from somewhere in the alley presumably; one couldn't completely sit on one's own grievance towards the Spider, which could not be so easily waved off with oh it wasn't really me.

She winced. "...Yeah, I have. I need to apologize for that but I want to do it directly, if not in person."

The Venom question was a fair one, and she hesitated. "...Good point. If you can, get away from them, but if you have to fight, loud noises really throw them off. I think the vibration hurts them. And the gene cleanser at the ESU lab can separate the symbiote from their host but I'm not sure how easy it'll be to make them eat it a second time. If you can lead them to me or get my attention somehow I think they'll get distracted, though. They really hate me."

The smile, the question-invitation, was interesting and it gave Parker pause, but she admitted, "I'd like that. Maybe... if you're feeling up to it, next Friday at the Chrysler Building, 8PM? If not I'll try the Friday after."

boygenius - stay down

Wasn't a fighter until somebody told me
I had better learn to lean into the punch...
I'm just steering my life in a video game
Similar acts and a different name
It's a slow down
So would you teach me I'm the villain, aren't I?
Aren't I the one constantly repenting for a difficult mind?

the buggles - video killed the radio star

And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go
Oh, oh, you were the first one
Oh, oh, you were the last one
Video killed the radio star, video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind, we've gone too far

dessa - palace

That trouble you've been looking for, it came looking for
You shouldn't open doors you don't plan to walk through
If I were you I'd pay my dues
You've got a lot of long answers to a lot of short questions
You've had a lot of last chances, a run of lucky guesses
Say your nerves can stand it, you bet it all and then step back
But if you're steady-handed then that glass is shaking bad

[Or you can choose a different song (not that I have too many), or bring your own instead!]

Lauren Aquilina - Wicked Game

Nobody ever taught me to play this wicked Game
This wicked, wicked Game
Where everything, where everything, where everything,
where everything, where everything,
Is just too much and I'm never enough

Imogen Heap - Me, The Machine

Stage one, initialize moments of time
To wine and dine with neurons that know how to love
Oh me, the machine can dream

[Or BYO!]

Edited 2021-09-25 14:05 (UTC)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron
I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you

The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil
You are that space that's in between
Every page, every chord and every screen
You are the driftwood and the rift
You're the words that I promise I don't mean
We're drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking
They thought us blind, we were just blinking
All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold
"Remember me, " I ask
"Remember me, " I sing
Give me back my heart, you wingless thing

my sea ➼ iu

the face i see in the mirror is strange
i close my eyes silently as a habit
when the night comes, i want to hurry and go to tomorrow
i dreamed a different dream every day under so many wishes

all about you ➼ taeyeon

since when i saw you
did you feel it was fate?
like the stars in the night sky were shining
you've been around for a long time
every time i think of a poem called 'you'
i want to memorize it so i can remember you
when the sad night comes, i'll protect you

can you hear my heart?
don't forget it

[ choose a song below, something different from her playlists, or bring your own! canon, cross canon, AUs, timeline shenanigans all welcome. ]

I tore myself apart to give you all that I could give
Don't think that I will let it go, don't think that I'll forget

I thought I wanted legacy, I thought I wanted fame
I didn't know I'd lose all my loved ones in exchange
Left them all behind and yeah for that I am ashamed
But that's the price I'm paying 'til I'm buried in my grave
KINGDOM OF CARDS ♫ BAD OMENS

All I need's somewhere to catch my breath, rest my head and ease my mind
I've been holding on
But my grip ain't what it used to be
I'm much older, I'm bitter, I'm jaded, I'm lost
Can somebody give me a sign?
VULTURES ♫ ASKING ALEXANDRIA

Smoke was coming off my jacket and you didn't seem to mind
I left a long trail of ashes, and you said "I like your style"
Now heartbreak ain't a competition, but I took it in a landslide
The skeletons I wanted to bury, you liked out in the light

You didn't save me; You didn't think I needed saving
You didn't change me; You didn't think I needed changing
My wings are frayed and what's left of my halo's black
Lucky for me your kind of heaven's been to hell and back
TO HELL & BACK ♫ MAREN MORRIS

There was a time when I tried to bind and bottle up the sea
I tried to hide my heart inside my head
There was a maze of these vicious lines that cut through everything
I pulled against them till my body bled

But now I'm letting go
And I can finally breathe, I can finally breathe

And my hands are open, reaching out
I'm learning how to live with doubt
I'm learning how to lean into the grey
'Cause I've had enough of black and white
I'll find another way and I will lean into the grey
THE GREY ♫ THRICE

Okay - Chase Atlantic
Baby, pass the bottle quit with all the stallin'
Make sure if I'm breathing, I've been Addy rollin'
Catatonic, speedin' like this shit was stolen (skrrt)
You wouldn't believe this even if you saw it (hey)
Billie Jean, I'm dancing on my own shit (on my own)
Narcolepsy, you know how it goes shit (goes)
Ask me how I'm doing, yeah, I'm coping
I said, "I'm coping"

Good Kid - Former Vandal
Baby, you could fuck up my whole life
How’d you know that’s just what I like?
You wrap my hands around your throat and say
“Tell me that you love me, like it matters either way”
If you’re up for it
If you just submit
Yeah, the fuse is lit
We could burn the city down
And mess around among the ashes, baby

Broken - Lund
Can you break my bones?
Will you tear my skin?
Can you taste my lust?
Can you feel my sin?
See I'm a waste of life, I should just kill myself
Yeah, I could slit my wrists, but it really wouldn't help
Wouldn't fix my issues or change your mind
Cause I broke your heart and you buried mine
Now I'm 6 feet deep and I can't breathe
I got dirt in my eyes and blood on my sleeves
But I dig my way up through these roots and leaves
So I can get some air, so I can finally breathe
And now I'm on my knees, oh baby begging please
Will you?
Will you?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

p l a y.

elio perlman | call me by your name / find me | ota

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎 (Quentin Beck) | Marvel 616

𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸 (Quentin Beck) | The Spectacular Spider-Man

family, hope h/c is ok

h/c is excellent

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Tinkerer (Phineas Mason) | The Spectacular Spider-Man

Dr. Octopus | Spectacular Spider-Man | OTA

jaskier - the witcher (netflix)

venti / genshin impact / ota

Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo • r63!Star Wars • ota

Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | OTA

p l a y.

elio perlman | call me by your name / find me | ota

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎 (Quentin Beck) | Marvel 616

𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸 (Quentin Beck) | The Spectacular Spider-Man

family, hope h/c is ok

h/c is *excellent*

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Tinkerer (Phineas Mason) | The Spectacular Spider-Man

Dr. Octopus | Spectacular Spider-Man | OTA

jaskier - the witcher (netflix)

venti / genshin impact / ota

Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo • r63!Star Wars • ota

Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | OTA

h/c is excellent