#song of turmoil

[evilhasnever]

Here’s my hot take, this song rocks (I probably don’t need to tell you but for the NMJs in the audience, turmoil starts around 2:33)

[rapha-reads]

Things that make me laugh like a lunatic alone in my room at 3am: reading an article about "the nature of healing in My Neighbor Totoro" while listening to a 1-hour loop of the Song of Clarity/Song of Turmoil from The Untamed. I don't think I'm dong a lot of healing right now.

[starjammin]

Animatic based on Chapter 17 of When Worlds Collide by @celestiangell (on Ao3)

The sillies ever so silly haha

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[howsdeanshole]

sam keeps waiting to see what he can bond with mary about but then she’s so much like dean and he doesn’t have the rapport with her that he has with dean to be annoying as a form of affection so he’s just biting his tongue in the back seat while mary cranks up the radio and then discusses her issues with other non-sam people. hell on earth for men who were 6 month old babies last time their mom saw them.

[momentomori24]

"So I pretend

that I'll see you again and that I'll save you

from all the things I failed to

now I'm without you

I can't forgive the wrongs I've done you

but now you're gone forever

and I remember

How bright you shined on your own

yet I remain alone..."

Damn.

The lyrics are so achingly Shadow coded. I think we need a full version of this song in Sonadow Generations, y'all.

[queerbrainrot]

I love nieyao, it's my shit, but damn how fucked up the things were that Xue Yang (who probably witnessed how Jins treat JGY on daily basis) assumes at first it's NMJ who hit JGY, and not Madam Jin or someone else?

[apheliia]

how i feel when i listen to writing on the wall tbh

[bradleysass]

Inside Your Mind - word count: 708 - Regulus Black + James Potter

Regulus Black sat alone in the dimly lit library of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the cracked spines of ancient tomes. His fingers rested on the pages of a book he wasn’t reading, his gaze unfocused. He was lost—not just in the room, but within himself.

His thoughts circled like vultures, picking apart every shred of confidence he’d ever had. You’re a coward, Regulus, the voice in his head whispered. You followed him because it was easier than standing against him. You let the Dark Mark brand you like cattle because you were too weak to say no.

The self-loathing grew unbearable. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. His breathing grew ragged as frustration boiled over. Grabbing the nearest book, he hurled it across the room. The heavy tome struck the wall with a thud, dislodging a shower of dust. But it wasn’t enough. He began pulling books off the shelves, one after the other, letting them fall in chaotic heaps around him.

Why did you even bother trying? he thought bitterly. The library descended into chaos, and still, the storm inside him raged on.

A loud crash echoed as a heavy bookstand toppled over, spilling its contents. Regulus froze, his chest heaving. The destruction around him mirrored the turmoil within, but it didn’t bring relief. It only made the silence heavier.

A creak in the floorboards broke through his spiraling thoughts. He didn’t bother looking up. Probably Kreacher, come to scold him for the mess.

But the voice that followed wasn’t Kreacher’s.

“Bloody hell, Reg, what’s all this?”

Regulus turned sharply, startled. James Potter stood in the doorway, his hair as messy as ever, glasses slightly askew. His expression was a mix of concern and disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene. He stepped inside, carefully avoiding the scattered books.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus snapped, his voice hoarse and sharp, like a frayed wire.

James raised his hands in mock surrender. “Easy there. Sirius sent me. Said you’d probably try to hex him if he showed up himself, but he’s worried about you. We all are.”

“I don’t need—”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need help,” James interrupted, stepping closer. His tone was light, but his eyes were serious. “But maybe you need someone to listen. Or at least someone to stop you from destroying the entire library.”

Regulus looked away, his shoulders tense. James crouched down, picking up a book and placing it gently back on the shelf. He didn’t say anything for a while, just worked methodically, restoring a semblance of order.

The silence between them wasn’t oppressive. James had a way of filling a room without saying a word, his presence a steadying force.

“You don’t have to do this,” Regulus murmured after a long moment. “You don’t have to pretend I’m worth saving.”

James paused, looking over his shoulder. “Who said anything about pretending?”

Regulus’ throat tightened. “I’ve done things, James. Things you can’t imagine. I’ve… I’ve hurt people. How do you come back from that?”

James stood and walked over to him, his hazel eyes steady and unflinching. “One step at a time. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Hell, you don’t have to have any of them. But you’re trying, Reg. That’s what matters.”

“What if it’s not enough?” Regulus whispered, the question breaking free before he could stop it.

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer and, in one swift motion, pulled Regulus into a firm hug. Regulus stiffened, his arms pinned awkwardly to his sides.

“Let go,” Regulus muttered, trying to twist free. “James—”

“Not a chance,” James said, his grip unwavering. “You’re not going to fight your way out of this one, mate. Just breathe.”

Regulus squirmed, his face burning with indignation, but James held fast. Gradually, the fight drained out of him, and his rigid posture softened. His breathing slowed as he leaned, almost imperceptibly, into the embrace.

“You’re not alone,” James said quietly, his voice steady and sure. “And I’m not letting go until you believe that.”

Regulus closed his eyes, the tension in his chest easing as he allowed himself, just for a moment, to believe him.

[uh-ohspaghettio]

I wish we saw Jack Kline have a Troy Bolton-esque mental breakdown where he’s dancing around and doing movements of suggestive destruction

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

just a lil' eridan playlist

[evilhasnever]

gonna be honest for a second fam, I think FJ is the biggest disappointment I’ve experienced from a piece of media since the ending of how I met your mother

[queefsencen]

dex dizznee when being back here makes me hot in the face and you used to be so sweet now youre a firecracker on a crowded street and you let me in your world until you had enough and you were always stronger than people suspected underestimated and overprotected and when i went away it was the only option couldnt trust myself to proceed with caution and the most that i could give to you was nothing at all and the best that i could offer was to miss your calls and it happens over and over and over and over again and i wish i was over it over it over it over it

[shotsofsalvation]

mfw mephistopheles would love to leave me scars (he succeeded)

[artsolarsash]

One of the scene what will happen in “The Song of the Celestial’s Tears”

Mayhem in the Tavern

Sun and Moon went to the tavern with musical instruments. They came to the stand.

Sun: Hallo, good friend, Sorry for disturbing you.

BM: What do you want, weirdos?

Sun: Well, we are the bards, and we came to this wonderful place to perform our songs and bring joy to everyone.

The big man, with no interest, looked at them both.

BM: *sigh*, bards. Well, if you want to perform it, then go, but no tricks! I am watching you.

Moon: We promise.

Sun: Yes, we will!

The Big Man looked at them suspiciously, but he pointed at the place where it was staged.

BM: The stage is over there. If you need something, just call the waiter.

Sun: Thank you, dear sir; it’s a pleasure to have you!

The big man came back to his work, and Sun and Moon went to the stage and were prepared for "performance.”

Moon: So how’s the plan?

Sun: Don’t worry, Moony, everything is under control!

Moon: I know. But we need to make sure that everything will not be a total mess, if it will be.

Sun: Hey! Trust me, the plan will work perfectly! I promise.

The waiter came inside the stage.

Waiter: Okay, guys, the show is starting; everyone is waiting.

Then he came back to his work. Sun and Moon looked at each other with confidence.

Sun: Ready for the show?

Moon: Ready!

The curtains come up, and the light falls on the sun's and moon’s faces. The moon got a flute, while the sun had a lute. They started a performance, and everything was magical. The figures of dragons, fairies, dancing nymphs, and other enchanted creatures and the ballade of their magic astounded everyone. While they continued performing, the blue smoke was coming into people’s pockets, and they started to collect coins and jewels until they came to the bag. When they finished, everyone clapped at them.

Sun: Thank you! Thank you, friends! Thank you so much!

Suddenly, one of the customers saw a jewel in Sun’s bag and realized that it had been stolen.

Customer #1: Hey! Is this jewel stolen?

Sun: What!? No, no, no, no, you don’t understand; it’s just your imagination. Nothing suspicious…

But when the customer tried to look at the sun’s bag, Moon grabbed his hand.

Moon: Has anyone taught you that touching somebody’s stuff is a breach of privacy?

Customer #1: Don’t touch me, you freak! I know that you stole something; I can smell it, and I can prove it!

Another customer quietly looked at the bag, but Sun took his bag faster than him.

Sun: Sorry, but there’s nothing there! hehehe. Come on, Moon, we need to go! We are super late! Thank you so much, and we love you too!

When Sun took his bag, it ripped it out and made a small hole. Both of them started to go to the exit, but suddenly one ring filled with rubies and coins fell on the floor. The woman saw a ring, and she was shocked.

Angry Customer #1: Oh, my lord! My ring!

Angry Customer #2: They fooled us! Get them!

Sun: Uh-oh!

Moon: Oh boy! Okay, plan B?

Sun: Plan B!

Both were wearing masks, and Moon pulled out a small ball with shiny blue glitter.

Sun: Okay, everyone, the show is ending, and it’s time to say goodbye and good night.

Angry Customer #2: What?

Moon: Nighty night!

Moon threw the ball on the floor, and the tavern was covered by glittering blue smoke.

Angry Customer #3: Oh God! What is that?

BM: What’s going on!? Why is everything... Oh my! Why I’m so sleepy (yawns)

The big man and others fell asleep, but three of them were still awake, and they ran to the exit. They noticed the sun and moon.

Angry Customer #2: There they are!

Moon: Run!

They ran through the streets. Sun held his bag full of coins and stolen things, but some of them were falling one by one. People moved aside when they saw them.

Sun: Excuse me! Pardon! Sorry! Excuse me, ma’am! On the way!

Moon noticed Sun’s broken bag and coins falling to the ground.

Moon: Sun! Your bag!

Sun looked at his bag and was terrified. He closed his bag with his hand but started running slowly. Three men were following the sun and moon. One of them almost reached the sun, but he used a flashlight. The man fell and lost his sense of sight for a moment.

Sun: Sorry!

Both of them turned to the dark alley, and when three men reached it, they disappeared.

Angry Customer #4: Hey! Where did they go?

Angry Customer #5: I swear, I saw them, but they just... vanished!

Angry Customer #2: Forget about them; one day they will be caught and sit in jail, I swear!

When the followers lost them, the sun and moon went to the roof and jumped from one to another.

Sun: Ha ha ha, did you see their faces? It was priceless! Especially with this one! “I swear!”

Moon: Yes, it is. But it was too risky; we were almost caught!

Sun: Relax, brother; everything was under control.

Moon was looking at him with a skeptical face.

Sun: Okay… Maybe it wasn’t as perfect as I thought. But nobody will remember anything about what happened.

Moon: Did you forget that some of the people weren’t in the smoke? They just went out and chased us. I think it would be a problem if they told the guards everything.

Sun: Pffft, nobody will believe them; there are no witnesses, so we are safe.

Moon: Okay, maybe you're right. Whose last one is a rotten egg?

Sun: Hey! That’s not fair! I have a full bag!

Moon: Slowpoke!

Sun: Wait for me!!!

They ran in the race until they came to the abandoned roof house.

Sun: *pain* *paint* *paint* Oh god, I’m so tired. I barely can *paint* move.

And he fell and was lying on the floor. Moon came to him closely.

Moon: Heh, I won again!

Sun: It’s because you were too fast. I have a heavy bag, and I closed the hole with my hand!

Moon: That’s not the excuse! Just kidding

The sun and moon went to their secret lair. Everything was

Sun: Home, sweet home!

Moon: All right, let’s check what we got.

They took Sun’s bag and threw all the stolen things onto the table.

Sun: Let’s see... coins, necklaces, rings, jewels, oh, and even earrings!

Moon: How do these people get this? They look too expensive to have!

Sun: I don’t know, but the thing is that we have what we need, and we can sell some jewelry.

Moon: half of it.

He takes Sun’s bag and shows him a small hole the size of a coin. Sun nervously scratched his head.

Sun: Don’t worry, I will stitch it, and it will be like a new one!

Moon: *sigh* Oh, Sunny, you are impossible.

Sun: hehe

[skitskatdacat63]

Having certain music tied to specific experiences is so:

Every time I listen to anything off Zaba, I have such an insane longing for Death Stranding its so intense AAGHHHH