you're the mafia boss and they know your name too well | mafia gangster - requested bad playlist

these are the dited timestamps if u don't mind? ------------------------- 0:00 : Genius by LSD ft.Sia,Diplo and Labrinth 3:30 : Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yatch Money 6:31 : Centuries by Fall Out Boy 10:19 : Ashes by Stellar 13:03 : Natural by Imagine Dragons 16:10 : Gangsta Paradise (L.V Version) 20:13 : River by Bishop Briggs 23:47 : Enemy by Imagine Dragons 26:27 : Always Remember by Qareena 27:30 : Money by Lisa ------------------------

Man my mom would kill me if she heard me say this but did any of you want to be in the mafia when you were a kid or is it just me

pov: it's a late night (possibly a school night) and you had the bright idea to stay up and go on yet ANOTHER villain arc because you wanted to.

The fact that The person reading this probably knows all these songs says something about your character

At the first song, "Do you think im stupid?" I straight up said, " y e s " Edit: bro why tf are you mfs liking this 💀💀 Its the most stupid ass comment here- also dont break the chain LMAO

POV: You run a casino-fronted black market cartel, holding a chilled martini with one manicured hand and gripping the rail of the balcony with the other. Your eyes settle on a faint yellowish-green blotch across the casino floor, blinking it away momentarily to focus on your enforcers talking to a dealer at a poker table. The group then started walking towards the stairs leading to your office, so you down the rest of the martini and set it down on a glass table next to you. Walking inside your office, you gaze at a large bush with a multitude of green berries hanging off it’s branches; the symbol of your growing empire. And your empire does not tolerate thieves. Your pointed ears twitch at the growing sound of footsteps, then the knock on the door. You sit in a dark green velvet chair behind the desk, adjusting a small golden dagger into it’s correct position on the desk. “Come in,” you say calmly, your expression cold and firm. The dealer walked in, alone, and closed the door. “You called for me, y/n?” “Yes, I did. I wanted to congratulate you for your faithful service to my business.” You lied as you smiled slightly and stood up, walking around the desk and put a firm hand on the thief’s shoulder, feeling a minor rush as the aura changed to a bright, unmistakable red. The fool smiled and let you guide him to a seat, sitting down and crossing his legs egotistically. “Why, thank you, y/n. I know I haven’t been with the company long, but I feel like this will be a great start to a wonderful career.” You smile more, swallowing back a retort and walking over to your prized plant, plucking a couple berries off the branches. “You know, I received this bush as a gift from the goddess of luck once I started this business. Did you know that?” You walk over and hand the fool a berry. “I only let special people eat from it’s branches.” “Really?” The thief accepted it, watching your expression closely. You nod reassuringly and eat your own berry, feeling a warm tingling feeling wash over you as your tiredness faded into the background of your mind momentarily. Taking this as a positive sign, the fool ate his own berry, smiling. “You know, I didn’t think a business run by a demigod would be this hospitable, but you’re one of the good ones.” Your expression darkened into anger, but the sound of the fool choking and coughing seconds later was like music to your ears. “Did you really think I would not hear about you stealing chips from your table?!” You shout at his convulsing body. “Or that I would be congratulating you for doing a mediocre job? Let alone not hear your bigotry from across the casino! NO ONE steals from me! There’s honor among thieves, and you broke the code!” The thief fell to the ground, gurgling and grabbing at your skirt desperately, looking up with horror. You only smile sarcastically and whisper, “May the gods have mercy on your soul.” The fool slumped down, his grip loosening on your skirt and the light fading from his eyes. You take a couple steps back, smoothing your skirt and clearing your throat. “Get in here, boys! Get this trash out of my office!” The two guards from before came inside and set to work stuffing the thief into a large sack. You go back onto your balcony and overlook your hard work once again. Some mafias are inherited, handed down through the ranks of a wealthy and spoiled family. Yours was built from the ground up. It is your child, your baby, your *legacy*, and that makes you even more dangerous… (I’m sorry if some of this makes no sense, this is more like a first draft for a scene I want to add to my wip. If you have any questions lmk and I’ll answer them to the best of my ability)

That awkward moment when u getting an ad after every song

3:30 play with fire Me: thinking of hyunjin

Perfect playlist to ignore responsibilities to. POV: you walk through the door, and all conversations stop as you walk downstairs to the celebration. You are underdressed, but it doesn't matter. Regardless of your appearance, they all know your name and your face. You strike fear in their hearts. You look around for a moment, pull your weapon, and shoot the governor in the head, straight between his eyes. You don't walk out the door, instead you use a cool gadget to blow up the back wall and walk out through the hole through the fire. You think to yourself, Another job well done, y/n.

everyone who's studying with this music: Checklist: • A bottle of water, at least 1liter. Your brain works better if it has enough water and drinking helps you to concentrate💧 • Your charger. You sometimes don't even notice that your device's battery is going down, so better have it plugged in all the time🔋 • Your headphones. You will be able to focus more with headphones, because it blocks background noises. Also, if it's a late night study session, you won't wake up anyone🎧 • a tea or coffee. Coffee keeps you awake, green or black tea can make you feel more awake as well.☕ • Your study/work stuff: your laptop/tablet/phone , a few pens, paper or whatever you need.⌨ •Anything else you could need, what about a heat pad, a blanket, a good lamp, your pet so you have a study buddy 🐈 Reminder: After an hour, you should stand up and walk a bit around. Better stop the music or put on different music for the break. Open your window, even if it's cold outside. Fresh air will make it better, trust me. You could also lay your head down on your desk for ten minutes and listen to a podcast. Or, if you have to read a book, listen to the audiobook of it. You can also listen to the audiobook while doing another thing, that's even better than listening to music while reading the book. 📖 I hope y'all had a good day, if not, that's okay too. Remember to take care of yourself and try to get some sleep tonight 😴🧸 (not mind! but copy paste it around!!) (You're welcome you all and Thank you so much! Love you all <333 take caree!!)

POV: You were the nice guy but now your tired of being the nice guy

I wish a could read a book that gives off this kind of energy

I can’t be touched, I’m a mafia daughter People respect me because they want respect from my father, people hate me with a passion, and people love me like Im their idol. I even dress like I’m important, cute & creative but professional & classy. The variety of expressions on their faces as they walked past me, was usual. My friends were killed by my father’s people for threatening him with a gun, and they were killed in front of me. It was after he came back home days later, high on drugs. He didn’t recognize me when I tried to hug him. He pushed me away with a disgusted look on his face and I walked away wordlessly and heartbroken. There was nothing I could do about it. He was so doped up that he didn’t recognize me, maybe I wasn’t worth recognizing to him- a burden. I told my friends and I cried, one of them- very opinionated, rebellious, and speaks her mind- wanted to defend me. I didn’t know she’d take it that far- I don’t think the other girls did either. ~ But how did he know? No one else was there when she pulled it out. Cameras? ~ We were in the emergency stairway in the hotel. I was scared when I saw the gun- scared that we or she would get shot when other people saw it. Why wasn’t she hiding it? I mean there was no way she would actually try or even be able to kill him, but I didn’t say anything- I have a habit of that. When we got to the door of the lobby, one of his people- a woman, opened the door & shot them with a smile on her face. They hardly had time to process what was happening. The woman shot the random people who were running by me on the stairs going to another exit and threatened me by bringing me close to death. I just kept saying “IM KARINA!, IM KARINA!”, tears threatening to escape with my deafening screams, desperately hoping they wouldn’t shoot the boss’s daughter. That my father wouldn’t have ordered it. I was frantic & terrified and that’s what they wanted. It was a warning, they were showing me what they could do. When she stopped shooting she smiled, waved me over, and said “Karina!” casually, as if we were old friends- mocking my terror. When I got in the lobby I was jumpy, my heart was racing, and I broke down in tears… This was a dream I had- i could turn soo many of my dreams into books. What do you think?

Everyone:Mafia bosses daughter Me: apart of the umbrella academy (Love your playlist ❤️)

Some people would call me a villain, but my GURLS know that I'm the BOSS! Despicable me!

I love how this playlist is helping me concentrate on my homework. Which is really helpful! So thank you!!

Even tho I have Covid im still dancing and singing outside and moving around with this playlist. It helps me forget about my back pains or even my headaches and only think about what im doing now so Thank You so much for helping me through this crap. 💙

When you think about it any maifia boss or serial killer was raised by someone so ether the person taking care of them was the one who told them about that, or they learned about it and said “heck yeah that’s gonna be me”

POV: You walk into an expensive restaurant and see some people standing in a group talking in hushed voices. You walk over to them. "What you guys whispering about?" You ask them, they all turn and look at you. You're wearing a black floor length dress, it has a slit in the side, it cost you 55 thousand pounds or though that's not nearly as much as you normally spend. "Oh apparently y/n the mafia boss is here tonight so we are all on edge" You stiffen. "Why are you on edge about meeting me" You smirk, you look around and see no one looking, you k!ll them and slip through the bathroom door behind them.

I got a story idea while listening, but I'm atrocious at writing, so here's a prompt for my writer besties 😘 (I imagined it as a women, but everyone thinks it's a man, just for the badassness, but it doesn't have to be) You're the leader of one of the most powerful and well known mafias in the world. You've always been exceptionally good at hiding evidence of what you've done, and you've taught all your people the same, so the police/government haven't got much on the organization yet. You make all the final decisions, no questions asked, unless you say otherwise. All the members respect you. You go on all the important missions, and call all the shots. Many people are scared of you, and for a good reason. You're merciless, cocky and sarcastic. You've killed dozens of people in power, and planned hundreds of crimes. I kind of suck at explaining my vision too apparently, but there ya go besties, have fun. The rest is up to you! 😊👍