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lucky enough (poem) - zach bryan

divorce and the american south - aaron west and the roaring twenties

i don't want to say goodbye - teddy thompson

ain't nobody's problem - the lumineers

hopeless wanderer - mumford and sons

505 - arctic monkeys

soldier's poem - muse

uncle jonny - the killers

sing for absolution - muse

after the rain - nickelback

life starts now - three days grace

i think i'm okay - mgk, yungblud & travis barker

a bar song (tipsy) - shaboozey

only the good die young - billy joel

glory days - bruce springsteen

life on the nickel - foster the people

someday you will be loved - death cab for cutie

nothing revealed / everything denied - the 1975

i wanna get better - bleachers

surrender - walk the moon

chin music for the unsuspecting hero - foster the people

walk with a big stick - foster the people

best friend - foster the people

the world is watching (feat. valentina pappalardo) - two door cinema club

warrant - foster the people

the ballad of me and my brain - the 1975

why do i keep counting? - the killers

houdini - foster the people

psycho - muse

plug in baby - muse

thoughts of a dying atheist - muse

exo-politics - muse

forget about what i said (bonus track) - the killers

waste - foster the people

all these things that i've done - the killers

back from the edge - lord huron

downtown - foster the people

madness - muse

damage gets done - hozier & brandi carlisle

i can lift a car - walk the moon

for reasons unknown - walk the moon

something good can work - two door cinema club

everything will be alright - the killers

come back home - two door cinema club

shc - foster the people

this is your life - the killers

a beginner's guide to destroying the moon - foster the people

woke up today - bleachers

tiger teeth - walk the moon

abstract (psychopomp) - hozier

try honesty - billy talent

we all die trying to get it right - vance joy

shrike - hozier

if i believe you - the 1975

about you - the 1975

love it if we made it - the 1975

running to you - dixon dallas

change your mind - the killers

naked as we game - iron & wine

who i want you to love - bleachers

where the skies are blue - the lumineers

minnesota, wi - bon iver

animal - neon trees

giants - walk the moon

do you love someone - grouplove

settle down - the 1975

if you're too shy (let me know) [edit] - the 1975

lie a little - bridget caldwell

my kink is karma - chappell roan

i'm good - walk the moon

are we ready? (wreck) - two door cinema club

don't take the money - bleachers

confidence - ocean alley

next year - two door cinema club

this must be my dream - the 1975

lay it on me - vance joy

in the light - the lumineers

piledriver waltz - arctic monkeys

guys - the 1975

evelyn - gregory alan isakov

gotta get up - harry nilsson

love - foster the people

andy, you're a star - the killers

out of touch - hall & oates

fortunate son - creedence clearwater revival

teddy picker - arctic monkeys

down in the dumps - walk the moon

coming of age - foster the people

when you were young - the killers

one foot - walk the moon

losing touch - the killers

best that i can - vance joy

brothers on a hotel bed - death cab for cutie

part of the band - the 1975

calgary - bon iver

in the name of privacy i'm removing all linked playlists from archive-posted fics. alternatives can be found here, listed out for you to copy song by song into your music player of choice. lists may be updated periodically to reflect the updates i make to my own copies.

He has lost something. Something he loves. Something he cares for with holy pride. He has lost it, and it angers him. And he is alone. With a precision that she struggled to maintain, she peeled back the layers of this echo-enemy - a perfect but fading replica of the Night Lord's mind - and found a forest of emotion, buried deep beneath layers of time and denial, that shocked her. Ambition. Uncertainty. Frustration. Loneliness. Suspicion. Paranoia. Power.

She drew back from it with an inward gasp, surfacing from the trance and into Cog's burly arms, wrapped around her in a desperate embrace: the one thing his simple mind had presented as a solution to his mistress's distress.

And as she prized herself away and thanked him, and caught her bearings, and wiped the blood from her lip, her mind lingered on what it had found, and pulsed with a shock that she could barely contain.

Staring at the Night Lord's mind - even through the haze of shadow and echo - had been like staring at a mental map of herself."

'I am Zso Sahaal, Talonmaster of the Night Lords, returned from the veil of time to reclaim that which is mine. Seek me, my brothers.'

The voice was a foghorn, aching her ears (though it had no true sound), announcing in a blaze of light and a chorus of dark alarms the identity of her enemy. Beyond the mind's eye, in the haze of telepathy, senses became occluded and intangible: sounds became visible, images bore taste and scent, the cold touch of flesh rode a piggyback upon a musical discord. A synaesthetic whirlwind. An arco-mental maze. She stumbled through its corridors and clung to a shred of chattering lightning, holding it fast.

Zso Sahaal. A name.

And his image - an incandescent pictogram, brighter and more terrible than any auspex, sharper than the greatest sensoria - was scratched upon the raw flesh of her flayed brain and scarred it forever: like an electoo within her eyelids, impossible to escape, even in sleep.

It was him. The Night Lord. Her enemy.

She recognised him, despite the confusion and the whirling tumult of conflicting senses. His face was rendered in music and the soft scents of ash and incense, his midnight blue body a medley of bitter flavours, and his claws… his claws were the touch of an artist's brush upon canvas, the gentle caress of a lover's fingers. All this he was, beyond mere vision, but she recognised him nonetheless. The sallow eyes, with pupils so swollen they were black from edge to edge, the furrowed brow, the hollow cheeks, the pallid pate of a hairless skull. All of it encased in ceramite and steel, flexing plates hung with chains and barbs, marked all over with Legion sigils and dark scriptures.