❝you want battle? I'll give you war❞ || War Playlist

▼ TIMESTAMPS AND IMPORTANT LINKS ▼ 0:00 Stephen - Crossfire 4:27 Nothing More - Go To War 8:28 MIKVH ft. Laurell - Battleground 12:37 Valley of Wolves - Chosen One 16:32 Smash Into Pieces - All Eyes On You 19:34 RYLLZ - Warrior 22:02 NEONI & FJORA - Soldiers 25:38 League of Legends ft. The Glitch Mob, Mako, and The World Alive - RISE 28:48 Ezgod & VinDon - Take Charge 32:11 Citizen Soldier - If I Surrender PS. literally 5 songs got blocked in this playlist, so I had to redo it. I want to make a war with YT now (: •» Spotify Playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/0GByXKZQEWRhK0K5xiX9cR?s… •» Discord Server: discord.gg/bbv2HpGruN Also, we got to 2k so I made a discord server to celebrate lolol. Feel free to join.

cleans room like a badass

Waiting for the POVs, y'all Wattpad people do your thing 🧎

A really good book about "war" is the summoners books. They made me realise that political fiction exists. I would say it really gets ramping after the first book

No one's talking about how the title is a warrior cats quote...

Having it as background music is chill Plugging headphones and putting it to max volume, it gets u seriously hyped

Playlist starts with my favorite song; looks for time stamps >> Instant Repeat. Here’s to the next 2 hrs🔁

Ok I'm just astonished that you didn't add War by grandson

Short story: The crunching of leaves slowly died out as the two ran swiftly into a open field, staring at the sunset. “If only you could have known how much faith I had in you, it’s pathetic really.” She turned her gaze to the woman behind her, skin speckled with the oranges and reds or the falling sun. “I trusted you-“ she said choking on her own fear or was it anger. She couldn’t tell the two apart anymore. They seemed to boil into each other. “You were family I cared for you!” She screamed gripping her chipped copper sword in her left hand. “If I was so much to you, maybe you should choose family better. That’s the difference between you and me, I KNOW I’m not the hero but I far from the villain.” Her brunette hair falls in her face as she slowly points her sword up to face the orange haired girl whom she had once loved as if she was her sister. “You on the other hand are much in your way to being a villain, I mean framing the advisor for power? Really?” She said as a horrific smile speared a cross her face. “You framed the advisor dammit!” She screamed in pure anger, grabbing her chest her olive dress was town and soaked in wine and blood. The brunette woman let her arm with the sword fall to her side “but only you know that, if I kill you not only will I be know as the girl who took out a rat but I’ll also have a potential threat out of the way.” She stood up and regained her posture brushing her hair out of her deep green eyes. “Now” she said while getting into a standard fighting position “let’s see who is really the hero”. The orange haired girl swiveled her left leg behind her right, took her blade into her right hand. She stared down at it for a second, then she spun the sword around her back and let it rest in her ending position. “ let’s finish this, Mara.” “Like wise, Rosemary.”

Perfect. I have my secret war bunker in minecraft.

i already know i'll love this and i haven't watched it

Not me having this playing in the background as I write the fourth book of a mcu fic- and not it being the endgame scene-

War forgets peace. Peace forgives war. War is the death of the life human. Peace is the birth of the Life Divine. Our vital passions want war. Our psychic emotions desire peace. War is clear futility in dire spear-stupidity. Peace is flowing infinity in glowing eternity.

short story for u :) she felt the strain the fight was starting to put on her body. Her arms were protesting, her muscles screaming at her to drop the sword, her blonde hair drenched in sweat; but she couldn't stop. not now. Her enemy was starting to tire as well, only a few more swings before one or the other would drop on their knees, vanquished. The other woman in front of her smirked through her panting as she blocked another hit with her own blade, "exhausted aren't we sweatheart? i gotta say am slightly disappointed, you definitely had more stamina in the bedroom.." "less talking about past mistakes and more hitting, unless you're the one close to passing out already, darling" she responded snarkily not ready to let the woman distract her. she winced when she felt one of her blows escape her defence and slice her side. "oh a past mistake, that's what you're calling it now? it didn't seem like much a mistake to you back then when you were lovingly gazing at me with your big doe eyes, begging for my touch" the dark haired women laughed, trying, unbeknownst to her past lover, to hide the pain and alarm that constricted her own heart at the sight of the blood rapidly seeping through the blonde's shirt. "these memories only bring me regrets now that the thought of you is solely accompanied with despise. a mistake seems fitting then. now fight me properly! stop stalling! you didn't hesitate to break my heart, betray me, pretend to care as you spied on my castle's every move! you shouldn't hesitate to drive your blade into what once was my loving heart either! you didn't love me so feel free to hate me just as dearly as I do you." the words cut the spy's breath, she felt her stomach drop in dread, in self-loathing. if only the princess knew how hard she fell for her, how difficult this mission got by the day, how she was unable to go through with the murder, how much she despised their situation and the man who calls himself her uncle, the tyrant who bounded her in chains. if only they could be anyone else, if only she could speak the words on her mind, if only she could run away maybe... but she lost her lover's trust and she knew the princess's heart was too pure to even consider leaving her people at the hands of a tyrant.  so many words tried to escape her mouth, thoughts colliding but she only felt herself say.. "a proper' fight huh? how about i give you a war, baby?" she put back on her mask of nonchalance. she just had to buy herself a few more minutes. she could already see that her comrades were beginning to fold. the two armies might be even in strength but the princess's side had something the tyrant's did not : devotion to their leader. her people were ready to give their all, their lives, their last breaths, for this fierce stubborn and lovable girl. a sentiment the spy understood perfectly. only a few more minute before someone realised the shift in the situation and called a retreat. only a few more minutes before she would be able to leave this nightmare. then she would have a few weeks, as long as it would take for their side to recover from the conflict, to figure out a way out of her uncle's bounds and come up with a plan to destroy the man's masterplan from right under his nose and finally return to her lover. "a war? a war of love maybe? no, it doesn't seem right. we aren't lovers anymore, aren't we dearie? a war of betrayals, fuelled by hate, a hate only nemesis would entertain towards one another, sounds better to me." the blonde spit the words like they were made of acid, burning her own throat. "I'll give you your damn war, traitor". she willed herself to keep on standing, to keep her weapon held high and her stare unwavering. today she wasn't the lovesick girl lazying on her lover's lap in between meetings, she was the royal fighting for her people's freedom, the royal who'll be making history. she just had to convince herself that from all the love she once entertained for the spy were only left ashes. she just had to will the undying embers away. the spy felt her stomach drop with dread at the pure fierceness of the princess tone and the turmoil of emotions clouding her usually loving gaze.  only a few more minutes.

"W-WAIT I JUST WANTED TO SPAR-" 'TOO LATE'

You saved the world. But nobody saved you. So tell me, y/n? Was it worth it? tell meeee ;(((

Short story ''The prince demanded a war.'' The consort sounded panicked in the Royal guard's ears. His trusted gun was glistering under the blinding lights of the compartment he was in. The armory was always his hiding place when he wanted to think but he never expected to have his alone time, disturbed. ''A war? This is ridiculous. The only enemy at our borders is the creatures terrorizing our world for hundreds of years. Even our ancestors couldn't get rid of those and I'm sure the prince knows that if they couldn't, then there is no hope for us.'' He eyes the consort who paces back and forth in hurried steps in front of him. He lets a sigh escape his lips before gently lowering his gun to the table. ''If it will make you less agitated, I'll talk to his majesty.'' He gives a forced smile to the consort who pats him on the shoulder with a happy face before exiting the room, leaving him alone. ''What mess are you trynna put us in, my prince?''

Pov: I step onto the marbled floor, the swirls reminding me of blood that will stain the grounds when i reign. The gemstones on my crimson heels drip with shine as my black, lace ballgown glides across behind them, the dagger hidden beneath it hiding a secret worthy of death. The ruby mask that veils my eyes is the perfect distraction, hiding me as a damsel meaning no harm. Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate. As i am about to take another step a man blocks my path. The prince. The prince whose blood runs with the enemy. The prince who i must take down. My crimson lips curl into a smile as he approaches, his emerald green eyes seem to reflect devilish lust. He extends his glove clad arm, bowing, and utters "Care to dance with me, M'lady? I know not what your motives are, though your beauty is enthralling." He knows my motives. He knows i am here to destroy his kingdom. Except my face is masked, he doesn't recognize. Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception. I take his hand, my eyes meeting his, a sheer moment of ecstasy between two young rivals. As soon as he places his arm on my waist, he knows. He feels the dagger, he feels it's engravings. I smirk as i remove my mask. His lips curl into a frown, as he cannot do me harm amidst the ball in the honour of his father. "The show must go on, your majesty." I whisper in his ear, dangerously close. We begin to glide across the floor, melodically to the music, a dance of hatred, a dance of death. We both know what i am here for, we both know what's to happen at the end of the evening. As the waltz rolls to a stop, everyone starts to leave the hall. I meet his eyes again. I expect to see utter detestation, utter hatred, but what i see shocks me. His eyes well with tears, they seem to lose their shine. "I loved you, i fell in love with you. Why must you do this?" He whispers. "My kingdom comes first. Love is nothing but lies." I snap as i turn away, my gown spinning gracefully. But he grabs my wrist, pulling me back, pulling me into him, closer than ever before. And he presses his lips to mine. Tears seem to come to my eyes as my affection towards him comes up to the surface. But i can't fall in. I can't let go. I can't give in. I slowly reach to the back of my dress as i pull away, tears streaming down my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine. I snatch the dagger out of my dress, pressing it to his neck, two lovers standing amidst an empty ballroom, with only the moonlight for company, the moonlight illuminating the crime against our hearts. "My kingdom comes first, my love. I shall reign, reign with pride. Farewell." I plunge the dagger deeper, blood dripping onto the floor. I drop the knife, my now crimson-stained ballgown the only reminder of the man i once loved, of the slaying of honour, as i walk away, my heels clicking along the floor, announcing my reign, till forevermore.

It’s the first song and i’m already in love. 🖤😩

The perfect Playlist to listen to while you write a story