The Hero Slowly Turns Into The Villain - Writing Playlist

Timestamps: 0:00 I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young 3:54 Glory - Kyd The Band 6:56 With You Til The End - Tommee Profitt 9:58 Thick And Thin - Faouzia 12:36 Whatever It Takes - Manwell 15:58 Hero - Tommee Profitt 19:42 Face It - NF 23:16 Harder To Breathe - Letdown 26:02 Surrender - IAMX 29:32 Casualty - Hidden Citizens 33:48 Silhouette - Aquilo 37:24 Nocturnal - Elle Vee 41:11 Demons - Jacob Lee 45:17 Dark Side - Tedy 48:41 Born Without A Heart - Faouzia 52:29 Buried - Unsecret

I can see how the hero, no matter what, fights for his kindness. He tries with all his might to keep his heart and mind light, but evil slowly but rapidly spreads through his veins, his blood turns black, new powers and qualities appear, and anger grows. Gradually, the heart is filled with blackness. The hero recalls all the traumas brought to him by kind and light characters, with each memory the hero becomes angrier and overwhelmed by hatred. He's no longer struggling. He was tired. He wants revenge. He learns cunning, lie and strength. He won't stop anymore. He must take revenge. And when the last gleam of goodness fades in his eyes, and his heart turns black, he will never be the same again. He is evil in its purest form.

Me feeling the sudden urge to write instead of study art:

got me in the mood to write the next chapter of my story! good work it cured my writers block i've had since 14 years old i'm 23 btw

"Fine. You want me to be evil, then I'll be evil!" Lucy spat raising her arms up, as all the humanity left her eyes and the earth trembled under their feet. "What have we done?" Jess croaked as fear creped deep into her bones. "Unleashed Hell." Ezra breathed falling down to his knees as he watched the Lucy that he loved disappear and turn into a monster. And it was all their doing, the whole pack did this to her. And now the one thing everyone was afraid of and tried so damned hard to stop unleashed evil into the world. We are all doomed was Ezra's last thought before darkness took over.

"I need to know if I still have her loyalty." "Your majesty, in my expert opinion, you will no longer have it if I do this. If you suspect a traitor, would it not be better to simply call for an execution instead?" "I'm standing right here!" The queen's warrior stared hard at her liege from within the suffocating recesses of the dungeon room. "My Queen, have you ever known me to fear pain? Or death?" Evelia finally deigned to look her closest confidant in the eye. "No." "And yet I am afraid now." The monarch's eyes softened and she stepped closer. "It's not... it's not that I doubt you," she hesitated, considering. Then she sighed and shook her head, "I do. Yes. I have a doubt." It took all of her strength not to react to this soul-destroying admission, but the warrior retained her composure. She closed the distance, took the royal right hand in her own, and lifted it to point two fingers at her own sternum. "Then execute me now." The interrogator held his breath at the heaviness of the tension in their stare. Sara lightly pressed the hand of the person she'd trusted most. This was the only way that would preserve both her honor and their friendship. Her life had always been in these hands anyway. She felt power building in them and lowered her own hands to her sides, waiting. She almost, almost smiled. At the last moment, she felt a change: only one finger was touching her skin. That would diminish the force; it would debilitate and disable her, but it would not be near enough to... No! In the instant that her face registered the betrayal, a powerful blast of magic sent her crashing into the cell wall. The queen turned to leave, saying quietly, "Go easy on her, Artell." With what little strength was left her, the prisoner raised her head, "No, Artell. Don't." Something broke inside her as she realized it was the first time she'd countermanded an order from the queen. The stoic ruler said nothing, and as her steps receded and eventually faded from the desolate hallway, the screams of agony coming from each cell began anew. part 2 below

This is quite long, but this story fits a story and character of mine really well, so I'll try to share it here. . . . She looked at the dim sky, heavy and sagging under it's own weight. As low as the pit in her heart. She looked down from the high-tower. She cast such a large shadow on the crowd below. Everyday, she wanted to help others, to be kind, to be warm. To stand up for every victim, to give a smile to every stranger, to extend an open hand to everyone. But how can she be truly good and apart of the people she wants to help when she stands so high above, so far away from them. She feels the safest, the most comfortable on this high-tower, separated from the darkness of every she meets, separated by the cruel, cutthroat nature of this world, but she also feels that she can never be truly apart of everyone else, to feel the warmth she wants to give. She's just too separated from that. But still. She'll try. She'll be the best daughter she can, she'll be a friend to the world. She'll be dutiful. She'll be good. It doesn't matter if the world is filled with unkindness. It doesn't matter if everyone slaps her hand away. Because all the pain she goes through is merely deserved. It's penance for all that she's done. For ripping her own family apart. For shredding the happiness of everyone around her. For being cold, ruthless in the past, she will now be kind and good in the present and every present through the rest of eternity. . . . Days and nights pass. The pressure of the world keep weighing on her. Injustice is seeped into every corner. Every person is out for themselves. Every institution is corrupt. She watches as children are kept in brutal, poison infested conditions. She watches as living humans are stripped of all dignity, all rights and treated inhumanly. She's forced to walk through the fires of hell. To feel as the poison is seeped into her bones. And she has friends. People who comfort her, talk to her, stick with her. But she can never truly connect with them. She's just too separated from it all. She watches as they heal their families. Find warmth. But her own connections, her connections to the good in this world is only ever stripped from her. Her father is convicted unjustly. She chooses to testify for him. The trial is unfair. It was never going to spare him. She's seen the prison system. It's brutality. If her father must stay in a prison of blood and death for the rest his life, what's the difference from that and death? Why not just be decisive? Why keep up the pretense? "I demand death," are the words she uttered. As she ordered her father's execution, she knew she done something extreme, something people will hate her for. But even as her little sister spews words of anger and grief at her, she knew she'd done the right thing. She ended his pain. From here on forth, she will make the hard decisions that will save the world. Because the world is almost beyond saving. It's rotten to the core. It's really no different from dead. She gets it now. It's not just her that's separated from it all. There are so many people, no just people, spirits, organizations that are devoid of humanity. They are all completely cold. For a world this rotten, only decisive, extreme action can save it. It has to be her. No one else can do it. She'll become another one of these cold, inhuman beings, controlling the fate of this world. But she's better, so much better. Because she cares, even just it's the care she have for her little sisters, or the drive and determination beating warmly through her heart, or her desire to help! And for a world so irredeemable, she is truly the best they can ask for. She is more than they can ever hope of.

That's exactly the vibes I needed 😊❤

I wish this had a Spotify playlist so I can draw and listennnnn /gen

Her hands clutched at his t-shirt. Shaking his limp body. "Wake up please Darren." She whispers. His hair clotted and matted with clumps of brown blood. "Please." Her voice cracking. "I SAID WAKE UP! ARE YOU DEAF!" She shouts. His body cold as ice. His chest covered in the same liquid as his head. "He is dead my hero." says the stern voice. She shakes her head. Dropping his body. "YOU DID THIS!" The man staggers back. Her hand thrown to his neck. Her eyes glowing red. "I...did..n..o..t" He stutters. His back crushed against the wall. "You di..nt" she mocks. Crack. Smack. His body slides down the wall. She may of had a heart. But he had her heart. And now he is gone. She doesn't have one left.

I’m trying to write a book now, I had writers block for 3 months and I’ve found a bunch of playlists like this, thank you all for helping me get out of the worst of it. This is also great for the storyline of my book. Two best friends (maybe love interests??) that can’t live without the other have found an enemy… will they get past the pain and heartbreak or will they break under the pressure of the world? Who knows?

You can’t be one without the other… AS ABOVE SO BELOW ❤️‍🔥🖤

I swear you create the best playlists of this app

Another banger playlist! You've got awesome taste

"I'll never be rid of her, will I?" The horned figure looked in the mirror, tears running down her face. The Lady of Shadows had always known there was a darkness inside, since the dedtruction of her people. She had formed a callousness that day, a coldness. Yet, the lady had always thought it under control. Suddenly, her eyes flashed red, and her demeanor changed. A smirk crossed the Lady's face, "Of course you won't. I'm you- the you that doesn't let something as silly as mercy get in the way. I'm you, but stronger." Gasping for breath, the Lady returned to her former self. She looked at the reflection she no longer recognized, at the monster others assumed she was, at the monster she now feared she was becoming. "No, you are not. I wont let you be stronger. I am The Lady of Shadows, heir of the hidden folk; you are just the spectre of my rage and vengeance on behalf of our people from that night; you are just a reflection. You are just my wrath; you are just my Wraith."

My Heart Is Pure

Great playlist! It's perfect for the book that I am writing. Thank you so much! <3

Thanks, really helped me knock out my homework after my school days. Usually Im too tired after the 11 hours, but this gave me energy to <3. Thanks you!

Harder To Breathe By Letdown. definitely got me going with my Shift in Fate saga writing, thanks for this!

finallly..the perfect playlist