#❛ when the villain falls the kingdom never weeps. no one mourns at all when they lay them down to sleep. ❜ / owen carvour.

[aropride]

zoe murphy was fucking right she was right about all of it i understand her more than anyone. literally Why should i play this game of pretend? remembering through a secondhand sorrow? such a great son and wonderful friend... oh don't the tears just pour . literally Why should i play the grieving girl and lie saying that i miss you and that my world has gone dark without your light??? literally WHEN THE VILLAINS FALL THE KINGDOMS NEVER WEEP. no one lights a candle to remember!!! no one mourns at all when they lay them down to sleep!!! so DONT TELL ME that i DIDNT HAVE IT RIGHT!!!!!! DONT TELL ME THAT IT WASNT BLACK AND WHITE!!!!!!! AFTER ALL YOU PUT ME THROUGH DONT SAY IT WASNT TRUE THAT YOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER THAT I KNEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cus i cannot play the grieving girl and lie saying that i miss you and that my world has gone dark...!!!

[spookymultimedia]

Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep No one lights a candle to remember No, no one mourns at all When they lay them down to sleep So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white After all you put me through Don't say it wasn't true

That you were not the monster That I knew

'Cause I cannot play the grieving girl and lie Saying that I miss you And that my world has gone dark without your light I will sing no requiem Tonight

[marlikesunicorns]

here's my list of show tunes from several musicals that vaguely relate to shuake/persona 5 no one asked for

from Percy Jackson:

Good kid (Akiren)

I never try to do anything

I never mean to hurt anyone

I try, I try to be a good kid

A good kid

A good son

But no one ever will take my side

All I ever do is take the fall

I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid

Guess I'm good for nothing at all

(...)

And all I need is one last chance

To prove I'm good enough for someone

I'm good enough for someone

Good Kid reprise (Akechi to Akiren)

I did everything they ever asked, yeah I did

And for what?

You know this world will never be ours

As long as our parents rule over the stars

So I'll do anything

I don't care if I hurt anyone

It doesn't pay to be a good kid

A good kid, a good son

Son of Poseidon (Akira while facing yaldy)

Seems my good intentions

Always crash and burn

Everything I try to do will fail

Never once will I prevail

Going wrong at every turn

My Grand Plan (Makoto)

Always been a smart girl

Always made the grade

Always got the gold star

I've always been a smart girl

But "smart girl" only gets a girl so far

You win at every single game

You want a quest they tell you tough

If you don't go you'll never know

If you'll ever be good enough

from Dear Evan Hansen:

Requiem (Haru about Akechi)

Why should I play this game of pretend?

Remembering through a secondhand sorrow

(...)

Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

No one lights a candle to remember

No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep

So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right

Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

After all you put me through

Don't say it wasn't true

That you were not the monster

That I knew

Waving Through a Window (Mishima)

I've learned to slam on the brake

Before I even turn the key

Before I make the mistake

Before I lead with the worst of me

Give them no reason to stare

No slipping up if you slip away

So I got nothing to share

No, I got nothing to say

from Wicked:

What is This Feeling? (Akechi about Akiren)

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you

My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling

My face is flushing

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Yes

Loathing!

Unadulterated loathing

For your face, your voice, your clothing

(...)

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure, so strong

from Hamilton:

Wait for it (Akechi about Akiren)

Death doesn't discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes, and it takes, and it takes

And we keep living anyway

We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes

And if there's a reason I'm still alive

When everyone who loves me has died

I'm willing to wait for it

(...)

Hamilton Kurusu doesn't hesitate

He exhibits no restraint

He takes, and he takes, and he takes

And he keeps winning anyway

He changes the game

He plays and he raises the stakes

And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive

Then, goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it

from Heathers:

Dead Girl Walking (reprise) (Akiren about Akechi)

I wish your mom had been a little stronger

I wish she had stayed a little longer

I wish your dad were good

I wish grown ups understood

I wish we had met before

They convinced you life is war!

I wish you'd come with me

I am Damaged (Akechi to Akiren)

I am damaged, far too damaged

But you're not beyond repair

Stick around here

Make things better

Cause you beat me fair and square

(...)

I'll trade my life for yours

And when I disappear

Clean up the mess down here

bonus

from The Greatest Showman:

Rewrite the Stars (au of misguided Akiren trying to convince Akechi to take Maruki's deal)

Akiren:

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pulling you miles away

And out of reach from me

But you're here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you’re my destiny?

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight

Akechi:

None can rewrite the stars

How can you say you’ll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

(I'm not the one you were meant to find)

It's not up to you, it’s not up to me

[tragcdysewn]

when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep. no one lights a candle to remember. no, no one mourns at all, when they lay them down to sleep

@mcrcki @lcngliive @hiddencitywaters

[forthewinn]

@trcstme

Winn groaned as he rolled onto his back. Everything ached, breathing hurt. Marvin knew what he was doing, how to cause pain and make sure Winn felt every bit of the torture. The first day was spent being a human punching bag. Bruises all over his body, Winn ending the day curled up in the fetal position to try and protect his important internal organs. Marvin made sure to let Winn know that his time was running out, that he needed to decide if he was going to finish the virus.

He was stubborn, holding out as day two looked similar to day one. Different guys taking turns to cause pain, blood coming out of various cuts and wounds. But he had accepted that this is what had to happen, this is how he had to go. No one was coming for him, no one knew where he was. This was how he was going to pay for all the wrong he had done.

He lost track of time, going in and out of consciousness as Marvin continued different methods of torture. Eventually they gave up, figuring that Winn wouldn't cave. Deciding that he wasn't worth the trouble anymore, Marvin told the boys to clean up the mess and take care of Winn. He didn't have the strength to fight them off, to try and break free. Instead he felt them roll him onto his stomach, using zip ties to restrain his hands behind his back. Marvin approached Winn one last time. "They won't find your body. You're just going to disappear, and then one day they'll all forget about you." The words were whispered into his ear, and Winn felt his heart drop. He knew the words held truth. He had pushed everyone away, no one was out there looking for him. No one was going to mourn him. Because when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep.

Marvin took out his knife, stabbing Winn in the thigh. He was careful enough to not hit anything major, but made sure it was painful as he pulled the knife out. He couldn't help the scream that escaped his lips. He was tired, but realized too late that he wasn't ready to die. That he had messed up so many important things in his life that he wanted to fix before he was gone. He was out of time. He knew that now.

His body was dragged out of whatever building he was in, the sound of the water from the lake hitting the dock that they were on. And for a second he thought he saw Sarah. The flash of blonde, the determination that she always ran with. He didn't get a good look before he was pushed up against the railing on the edge, looking over at the water that was going to claim him the rest of the way. He closed his eyes and thought of all the things he wished he could fix, yet he knew it was too late. The pair threw him over the edge, Winn hitting his head on the rail as he went down. Unconsciousness claimed him as he hit the water, Winn slowly sinking towards the bottom. They weren't going to find his body, no one was going to miss him. Marvin was right.

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Songs that remind me of Bingge with SY/SJ (or Airplane for that second one)

(The musicals arc have slammed into me once again)

Meant to be yours — Heathers

Requiem—Dear Evan Hansen

Specifically:

'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

No one lights a candle to remember

No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep

So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right

Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

After all you put me through

Don't say it wasn't true

That you were not the monster

That I knew

[stardivingsea]

WHEN THE VILLAINS FALL THE KINGDOMS NEVER WEEP NO ONE LIGHTS A CANDLE TO REMEMBER NO NO ONE MOURNS AT ALL WHEN THEY LAY THEM DOWN TO SLEEP SO DONT TELL ME THAT I DIDNT HAVE IT RIGHT

[threewaywithdelusion]

When the Villains Fall (The Kingdoms Never Weep) -- Max & El Fic

Read it on AO3 here:

Max was jealous of El’s tears. 

Maybe that was a horrible thing to say. Maybe that made her a terrible person. But Max couldn’t help it. 

El cried all the time these days. Heaving, gulping tears that screamed her heartbreak to the world. Silent, streaming tears that showed that her grief never left her alone, not even for a moment. Morning tears and evening tears and couch tears and shower tears. 

Max couldn’t bring herself to cry. 

She lay in El’s bed with her, chatting about idle distractions some of the time and holding El while she cried the rest of the time. 

It made sense for El to cry over Hopper. He had died a hero. 

“Billy died a hero too,” El had said when Max had voiced the thought out loud. “He saved me.”

“He did,” Max said. She would forever be grateful to Billy for saving El. She’d never even gotten to thank him and she hated that he would have that over her forever. If he’d still been alive, he would have been insufferable about it. Every time her mom asked Billy to do the dishes or clean his room or whatever, he would have foisted the chore off on Max, saying “I saved your friend, so you have to do whatever I want.”

She would have hated it. And now she hated that he would never act like a dick to her again. That he died while she was in his debt.

So yes, she missed Billy. 

But she was also so, so grateful he was dead. 

Billy would never shove her around again. Never grab her arm so hard she had bruises in the shape of his fingers. Never drive recklessly just to scare her, threatening her with death in a fiery car crash to get her to agree to whatever he wanted.

For the first time in years, Max felt like she could breathe. She wasn’t tiptoeing in her own home. 

Neil was drunk and enraged of course, but he had never laid a hand on Max in all the years he’d been married to her mother. There was something darker and colder in his eyes these days, and Max thought he might lose that self-control some time soon. But Neil had never been the man in Max’s nightmares He might scare her on occasion, but the very sight of him didn’t make her blood run cold. 

Max’s monster was dead. 

“You do not cry,” El said, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She was half-propped against the headboard, wearing one of Hopper’s old flannels and curled in on herself like she could protect her heart. “Joyce says tears are good. They are ca-thar-tic. Feel better after crying.”

Max fought not to roll her eyes. El didn’t have a good bullshit detector and she took everything people told her as a statement of fact. And sure, Joyce’s advice was good for El. But that didn’t mean it was good for Max. And if Max rolled her eyes, El might think the advice was untrue, instead of just that it didn’t apply to people who shouldn’t be mourning. 

“Billy doesn’t deserve my tears,” Max said. 

“Why?” El asked. “He was good. At the end.”

“That doesn’t make up for all the time he was bad,” Max said. She wished he’d just died bad. She wished she could still hate him unadulteratedly, without needing to factor in the heroism of his death. 

She’d cried at Starcourt. She’d lost it, sobbing and screaming, trying to hold onto Billy’s body. She didn’t remember moving from inside the mall, didn’t remember being pulled away from the corpse. 

All she’d known was grief and pain and horror. He’d died such a bloody death. 

When she’d come back to herself, she’d been in the parking lot outside Starcourt, held in Lucas’s arms. She’d still been sobbing, clutching onto Lucas’s shoulders with blood-stained hands. His arms had been around her, his voice in her ear going, “it’s okay, Max. It’s over. You’re going to be okay.”

“Billy,” she’d keened. 

There had been a beat, and then Lucas had said, “I’m sorry he’s dead, Max. I’m so sorry.”

Max couldn’t think of that night without being ashamed. It would have been bad enough to let Lucas see her cry over Billy when Billy was a racist asshole who had tried to kill him. But she hadn’t just cried. She’d made him hold her. Made him comfort her. 

Lucas had told her he was sorry for Billy’s death when he would have had every right to dance on or piss over his grave. 

“I’m mad at him,” Max said. “I’m so mad at him and he’s gone so I can’t do anything about it.”

El stared at Max for a moment then said in a small voice, “I am mad too.”

Max blinked. “At Hopper?”

For a moment hope rose in her. El wasn’t a bad person. If El was mad at Hopper for something he’d done and she still grieved him, maybe it was okay for Max to do the same. Maybe Max wasn’t horrible. 

El nodded carefully. “He said he would be okay. He was not okay. He lied.”

Max’s stomach sank. “That’s normal, El. A lot of people feel angry at someone for dying. It’s not the same.”

El stared at Max for a long time and Max wondered what she saw? A grieving sister? Or a monster of a girl?

“It is okay to miss a bad person,” El said seriously, her dark eyes wet with tears. “Hop said.”

“Hop wasn’t a bad person.”

El shook her head. “Not Hop. Papa.”

Max hardly dared to breathe. El had never mentioned her Papa before. 

“Did he hurt you?” Max asked. 

El nodded slowly. 

A flash of rage broke through Max’s griefguilt. El was kind and good, nothing like Max. She didn’t deserve to be hurt. “Where is he now?”

“Gone,” El said. “Two years ago.”

Two years ago. That would have been the year of the first fight against the Upside Down. The year El had escaped from the lab.

“And you miss him?” 

El shook her head vehemently. Then she stopped, looked at Max with big, ashamed eyes, and nodded. Then, looking frustrated, shook her head again. “Two years ago,” she said. “I cried.”

Max understood what El was trying to say. Did Max miss Billy? No. She probably never would. Did Max wish Billy was alive to torment her? No. But she also desperately, more than anything, wished he wasn’t dead. 

“Billy doesn’t deserve my tears,” Max repeated. 

“I know,” El said. She leaned over Max so she was staring straight down into her eyes. “You do.”

Max let out a choked little sob. One of El’s tears splashed onto her cheek, rolling down towards her ear, and for a moment, between the tightness in her throat and the wetness on her cheeks, it almost felt like she was crying. 

But Max didn’t deserve to cry. Not even for herself. 

She was a terrible person. The type of person who got jealous of El’s simple grief, who made Lucas comfort her about his would-be murderer’s death, who prayed for Billy to die and then had the audacity to play the victim when he actually did. 

Max was grieving, yes, but not for Billy. She was grieving for the girl she’d been before Billy’s death, before she’d learned the depths of cruelty inside her. Maybe even for the girl she’d been before Billy had taught her how to be afraid. Before he’d made her into the kind of person who saw a man die, bloody and heroic, held his body in her arms, and thought thank God. He can’t hurt me anymore. 

Max didn’t deserve to cry. She didn’t deserve catharsis. 

Monsters didn’t deserve comfort. 

Max almost missed the days when Billy had been her monster. At least she could run or hide from Billy. 

She didn’t know what to do when these days, she saw her monster every time she looked in the mirror. 

El was still crying and she curled in closer against Max’s side, soaking her shirt with her tears. Max wrapped an arm around her, holding her while she shook. 

This, she could do. At least this one tiny part of her — the part that El saw, the part that gave El comfort — was still good. 

But El was leaving with the rest of the Byers for California and Max was afraid of who she would become once she was alone. 

Everyone always left. 

But maybe this was what Max deserved. 

[loser-freak-beheader]

I can’t believe Pasek and Paul had the audacity to write

‘Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep. No one lights a candle to remember. No, no one mourns at all when they lay them down to sleep, so don’t tell me that I didn’t have this right. Don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white.

After all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true. That you were not the monster…that I knew’

Then made Zoe forgive Connor because of words that did not even belong to him, and in the Dear Evan Hansen novel made Zoe a liar about the abuse she faced.

[musical-calathea]

🩷 Playing now: Requiem - DEH cast 🩷

'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdom never weeps.

No one lights a candle to remember

No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep.

So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right.

Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white.

After all you put me through,

Don't say it wasn't true,

That you were not the monster that I knew!

[music-in-my-veins14]

I will sing no requiem Tonight 'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep No one lights a candle to remember No, no one mourns at all When they lay them down to sleep

[hitchell-mope]

Requiem by the core four to Hadie, and Persephone and Hades about Harry

Mal: Why should we play your game of pretend?

Jay: Remembering through your secondhand sorrow?

Evie: Such a great son and wonderful friend(.)

Carlos: Oh, don't the tears just pour(?)

Mal: We could curl up and hide in our rooms

Jay: There in our beds, still sobbing tomorrow

Evie: We could give in to all of your gloom

Carlos: But tell us, tell us what for?

Mal: Why should we have the heavy hearts?

Jay: Why should we start to break in pieces?

Mal: Why should we go and fall apart for that?

Why should I play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss it

And that our world has gone dark without its “light”?

We will sing no requiem tonight

(In the Pantheon’s residence)

Persephone: You gave what you could and he threw it away

Leaving these broken pieces behind him

Everything wasted, nothing to say

How can you sing a requiem?

Hades: I’ll hear him voice and feel him near

Within my head, I’ll finally find him

And once that I know that he is still there

I will sing no requiem tonight

(Back in the king’s residence)

Mal: Why should we have the heavy hearts?

Why should we say we’ll keep it with us?

Why should we go and fall apart for that?

Go on.

Tell us.

(She laughed herself at Hadie but gets stopped by Jay)

Mal: Why should I play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss it

And that out world has gone dark without your light?

Hades (in a split screen heading upwards): I will see his light

Mal: we will sing no requiem

Tonight

(The core fours eyes glow and the walls are covered in memories of Harry’s crimes against them)

Mal: 'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

Jay: No one lights a candle to remember

Evie: No, no one mourns at all

Carlos: When they lay it down to sleep

(Hadie looks increasingly distraught as the truth surrounds him)

Mal: So, don't tell me that we didn't have it right

Carlos: Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

Jay: After all it put us through

Evie: Don't say it wasn't true

(The image of Harry clawing Carlos’s back open with the hook is superimposed over Carlos’s face)

Mal: That he was not the monster

Carlos: That we knew

(Mal disentangled herself from Jay, rubs her eyes wearily and sits back down on the couch)

Mal (through gritted teeth): so I will not play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss it

And that my world has gone dark

Because it hasn’t

(The split screen returns)

Persephone (guiding Hades to the correct answer): I will sing no requiem

Hades (reluctantly admitting that she’s right): I will sing no requiem

(The split screen disappears)

Mal (staring emotionlessly at the wall where her and her friends memories had just played): We will sing no requiem tonight

(In the Pantheon’s residence)

Persephone and Hades (hugging): Oh-oh, oh-oh

Carlos (going to hug Mal): Oh-oh

Jay and Evie (teleporting Hadie out of the king’s residence): Oh-ohhh

[kierancampire]

Sometimes I think that there will be a time my dad dies, and like anyone who passes, he will get his praises sung, painted this wonderful person who is a tragic loss to all that knew him. And I probably will tried to be forced into going to his funeral, or dissuaded from talking bad on him. And that is what I think of when I listen to Requiem, it just says all the ways I feel and what I know will be going through my mind, especially that part I put in asterisks. I honestly can't remember the last time I intentionally spoke to or saw him, it feels like it's gotta be coming on 10 years, even being forced into a situation with him there, I don't think I have seen him generally in probably 5+ years? Yet people still seem to struggle to comprehend he is dead to me, and that I want nothing to do with him or to hear about him. You'd think after 10 years people would get I mean it, but no

Why should I play this game of pretend?

Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?

Such a great son and wonderful friend

Oh, don't the tears just pour

I could curl up and hide in my room

There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow

I could give in to all of the gloom

But tell me, tell me what for

Why should I have a heavy heart?

Why should I start to break in pieces?

Why should I go and fall apart for you?

Why should I play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss you

And that my world has gone dark without your light?

I will sing no requiem tonight

I gave you the world, you threw it away

Leaving these broken pieces behind you

Everything wasted, nothing to say

So I can sing no requiem

Why should I have a heavy heart?

Why should I say I'll keep you with me?

Why should I go and fall apart for you?

Why should I play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss you

And that my world has gone dark without your light?

I can see your light

I will sing no requiem

Tonight

'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

No one lights a candle to remember

No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep

*So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right

Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

After all you put me through

Don't say it wasn't true

That you were not the monster

That I knew*

'Cause I cannot play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss you

And that my world has gone dark

I will sing no requiem

I will sing no requiem

I will sing no requiem tonight

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Apple Music Predictions for 2024

Open Spotify (or Apple Music, or Google Music if you're a true heathen I guess) and set your On Repeat Playlist to shuffle. The first twelve songs will predict how 2024 goes for you.

A belated thank you to @sparklepocalypse, @thinkof-england, and @firenati0n for tagging me in this one! I'm super excited to see what my Apple Music predictions are, starting with February, since January is gone haha.

And also just for fun, Imma include my favorite lyric from each of these songs!

February - Perfect from The Cinderella Soundtrack

I don't deserve this Darlin' you look perfect

March - If You Only Knew by Shinedown

'Cause it's 4:03 and I can't sleep without you next to me I Toss and turn like the sea If I drown tonight, bring me back to life Breathe your breath in me The only thing that I still believe in is you If you only knew

April - Rapid Eye Movement by David Cook

But the oxygen is proving more than words could ever say

May - Crossing the Line from Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

There's a line between the winners and the losers There's a line between the chosen and the rest And I've done the best I could But I've always known just where we stood Me here with the luckless You there with the blessed

June - Don't Rain On My Parade (Glee Edition)

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexion The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye I've gotta fly once I've gotta try once Only can die once, right sir Oooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see I've gotta have my bite, sir

July - Gimme Heartbreak by David Cook

You're death in a black dress I'm the puppet that's hanging from your thread You're the name of my madness I don't wanna get you out of my head

August - Circadian by David Cook

Mayday Somebody save me now I'm closing my eyes 'Cause once the sun rises It's out of my hands

September - Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen

'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep No one lights a candle to remember No, no one mourns at all When they lay them down to sleep

October - Never Stop by SafetySuit

You still get my heart racing

November - I Can See You (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

December - That Part by Lauren Spencer Smith

The only way this is gonna hurt Is if we got old, and you were the one to go first So I'm wishing on elevens that we both meet up in Heaven And fall in love again, just like the first time

I'm sure most of my friends have done this already, but I'm gonna tag @ships-to-sail, @whimsymanaged, and @lfg1986-2

[dailydoseofmusicals]

When the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep. No one lights a candle to remember. No, no one mourns at all when they lay them down to sleep.

So don't tell me that I "didn't have it right." Don't tell me that "it wasn't black and white." After all you put me through, don't say it wasn't true! That you were not the monster that I knew.

[forthewinn]

winn schott + my playlist

Requiem - Dear Evan Hansen

'Cause when the villains fall The kingdoms never weep No one lights a candle to remember No, no one mourns at all When they lay them down to sleep Don't tell me that I didn't have it right Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white