#the soul brother show

[soulbrothershow]

Wham! Bam! It’s Pam!

Pam Grier deserves her flowers—now.

The first female action star in movie history, she paved the way for so many and redefined what it meant to be a powerhouse on screen. Her impact on cinema is undeniable, yet Hollywood has yet to give her the recognition she truly deserves. It’s time for an honorary Oscar or an NAACP award in celebration of her legacy. Let’s give Pam Grier her flowers while she’s here to receive them!

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[learningfromlosing]

You're gonna have to rip my cartoons from my cold dead hands btw

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Drake & Josh - Soul Man (2004)

[lambmotifz]

am i the only one who doesn’t like normal/regular wincest au

because all the supernatural storylines are the main factor that makes their dynamic so special. wincest without horror elements just. isn’t wincest

[lyculuscaelus]

Just some silly thoughts

(Feel free to ignore me but here’re some ideas for a 600 Strike AU and ofc they’re based on LotR what else are you expecting)

And six hundred strike sounds more like “six hundred, strike” then they’re up and off and away they go against Poseidon

[kathybluecaller]

I’ve been crying since 1am thinking about this. I’m probably not going to finish it but basically it’s my headcanon as to why Aioria can do the magic healing thing

[andiv3r]

Having to block everyone who has "wincest dni" in their bio not because I ship wincest (because I have come to the conclusion that I actually don't) but because I do think it'd be fun to poke around at the very real weirdness of their relationship that I've noticed in the show so far. And I'm 99% sure that my poking around will get seen as shipping.

[myenemytolover]

on a different note, why are people on tiktok hating on nick chavez and acting like cooper koch hates him jfc

[soulbrothershow]

Voice of a Broken Heart

The dim studio lights flickered softly, casting long shadows on the walls. Christina leaned against the mixing board, rubbing her temples as she stared at the half-written lyrics in her notebook. The words blurred together, her frustration mounting with each passing second.

“This isn’t working,” she muttered under her breath.

Across from her, Sean exhaled, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. He had been patient—so damn patient—but he could see the storm brewing in her eyes. She was unraveling, and the music wasn’t coming the way she wanted it to.

“Christina, let’s call it a night,” he finally said, closing his laptop.

Her head snapped up. “No. We need to finish this.”

“We will,” he assured her, his voice gentle yet firm. “But not tonight. You’re exhausted, and you’re forcing it. That’s not how you work, and you know it.”

She clenched her jaw. He was right, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. This album—this song—was her lifeline. After five years away from the industry, five years of silence, self-doubt, and heartbreak, this was her shot at reclaiming herself. But what if she couldn’t do it? What if she had lost it?

“I don’t have time for this, Sean,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “This has to be perfect.”

Sean reached for his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder. “Perfection doesn’t come from pressure—it comes from honesty. You’ve been carrying so much, Christina. You need to let it go. Just… feel.”

She scoffed. “Easier said than done.”

Sean smiled, shaking his head. “You’ve got this. I believe in you.” He reached for the door but hesitated. “Lock up when you’re done, okay? Get some rest.”

Christina nodded absently, watching him leave. When the heavy studio door clicked shut, the silence pressed in around her. She was alone.

Her eyes drifted back to the empty vocal booth beyond the glass. It called to her, but she felt paralyzed.

With a sigh, she reached for her phone, scrolling through her playlist until she found the song that had always been her refuge.

“Complete Me” by Phyllis Hyman.

As the opening chords filled the room, something inside her shifted. Phyllis’ rich, velvety voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, every lyric echoing her own pain.

She closed her eyes.

Breathe, Christina. Just breathe.

A memory surfaced—her younger self, standing in front of her bedroom mirror, holding a hairbrush like a microphone, singing along with Phyllis, dreaming of the day she’d share her own music with the world. That little girl still lived inside her. And she was screaming to be heard.

A slow, determined energy built within her.

She dimmed the studio lights until only the glow from the mixing board remained. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small bundle of incense, lighting it and waving the smoke around the room, letting the scent ground her.

And then, as if shedding every burden she had carried, she stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor.

She wanted to be free.

Completely vulnerable.

Completely her.

Christina stepped into the vocal booth, gripping her notebook with trembling fingers. She slid the headphones over her ears, the music humming through her body, igniting something deep within her chest.

She took one last deep breath, then pressed record.

And then, she sang.

Her voice started soft, shaky, but with each note, she found her footing. The words poured from her, raw and unfiltered, carrying every tear, every sleepless night, every moment of heartbreak she had suffered.

She clutched her chest, her voice soaring, the pain spilling out in waves.

She sang as if her life depended on it.

Because it did.

Tears streaked her face, but she didn’t care. She was releasing it all—every ounce of grief, every disappointment, every betrayal. And in its place, something new was forming.

Something powerful.

When the final note rang out, she let the silence settle around her, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Slowly, she wiped her face and stepped out of the booth. Her fingers hovered over the playback button, hesitating. What if it wasn’t good enough? What if she had failed?

But she had to know.

She pressed play.

As her own voice filled the room, her breath caught in her throat. It was raw. Honest. Alive.

And it was beautiful.

A sob broke free from her lips, but this time, it wasn’t from pain. It was from relief.

She had found herself again.

She had found her voice.

And for the first time in years, she knew—she was going to be okay.

[trunklewunjle]

I did some twists and turns to the Dreamtale I included in the server me an my friends rp in, and I’ve been kinda hyper fixated so I did a little thing

I don’t like perspective but im going to have to eventually learn, soul shattering I will never be the same once i dominate it

Yea the fucking tree told him to shoot night because everyone is so mean to him so I just yknow she might as well also be mean to a fucking seven year old who knew no better 

Dreamtale (Dream and Nightmare) Belong to Jokublog

[ociels]

his brother died and one of his first thoughts were that it should’ve been him instead because now people are going to be disappointed…

[spaciebabie]

i love soul music oooh fuck holy shit. found a good one today

[ladynicte]

Nico who has been deified after his death. Nico who's sure, after all this time, he's finally managed to let go of his older sister's death, of course, it still hurts, and of course, he will never forget her, but that fiery hatred and overtaking sadness, has finally been put to rest.

Nico knows and understands that his sister chose to move on without him, and that's okay, no it's never gonna be okay but he's made his peace with that too, and now, that he's an inmortal himself he never expects to see Bianca again.

Nico lives easy. He works for his father, he sleeps for a couple decades at a time, sometimes he goes back to Camp, takes care of some kids during their quests here and there, but for the most part, he's a chain-free roaming God.

And then, one day at Camp Nico meets her, a tiny little girl, with how long he has lived, time has become almost impossible for Nico to really track down anymore, but he's sure this girl can't be more than 10.

And something about her eyes, her dark, void-like eyes, and her long black hair, and her proud stance. It really reminds him of somebody else.

The girl is all alone, no little brother or older sister of her own, no parents either, apparently, she's a child of Hekate, but that really doesn't matter.

Something about the girl's every move, about the way she approaches the darkness without fear, about the way she approaches him, like she's known him all his life, the way she uses her whole body when talking.

It reminds Nico of Bianca. This girl's soul is just like Bianca's.

And Nico supposes it's no longer a fatal flaw, but he still doesn't know how to let go.

Nico immediately claims her on the spot, lets her sleep on the Hades Cabin, helps her out with everything, takes care of her for years and years.

It's the first time in centuries, that Nico as a God feels connected to his mortal side.

When the little girl cuddles against him, because she's had yet another nightmare about manticores and huge robots, while Nico quietly tries to hug her, and reassure her she's going to be fine, he even starts thinking that maybe his family has grown, yet again.

And then, she's send off on a Quest, Nico loudly protests against it, because he knows how those end.

Because, he still remembers waking up screaming and trashing, in the middle of the night, inside the Hermes Cabin, surrounded by strangers and shadows, as he felt Bianca's soul perish away.

But it's no use, the Oracle of her time had already issued her prophecy, this new girl, Rachel having long since passed away, who Nico feels almost comfortable cursing in the spot, just like his father had done so many centuries ago.

The little girl leaves, and Nico now has nobody to swear to keep her protected. Nico knows it's useless to try to convince her to stay, but he still does, it doesn't work, it never has worked

But truth is, she doesn't even look scared.

She's excited, and ready, and determined, and Nico has to wonder if this is how Bianca looked like, during her last week on Earth, too.

The girl leaves and she doesn't come back.

Nico thinks, it should be easier by now. It isn't, it's never gonna be it

Hades catches Nico roaming mindlessly around Elysium, after noticing his absence from The House, for what's either days, or years.

Hades mournfully reassures Nico that Bianca is not there anymore. No, not this time, not last time, not next time either.

After that, Nico chooses to abandon Camp fully, once again, he doesn't come back for another few centuries, until Hermes asks him for help getting his children to satefy at Camp.

Nico swallows the bile, that he's sure a Godly body like his own, shouldn't be able to produce anymore, shakes Hermes's hands, and tells his cousin his children will make it through, just fine.

Nico rescues the kids, regretfully send them off to live all cramped up together at their Father's Cabin forever, but one of the boys of the bunch, just has such dark eyes, like a black hole consuming souls.

And he stands so proud, and Nico just knows once more, and all at once, because he would recognize Bianca's soul anywhere.

In life, in death, at the end of the world, in a Hekate's daughter, in an Hermes's son, it doesn't matter, the person standing in front of him, is simply Bianca in another skin.

Bianca, being a wild hero once more, and Nico has to wonder if she can see him as clearly as he can see her.

Bianca is the only one after all, who has known him all his life, Bianca knew his name before it was even his own. Nico was born knowing her.

If she can see him, or if she can't, Nico doesn't even know which one would hurt more.

Time passes, and if Nico let's the boy sleep at the Hades Cabin, because the nightmares about manticores, giant robots, and magic are too much to bear, and he can't even scream in peace inside the Hermes Cabin, well, that's only Nico's own business to know about.

Nico realizes, after a few ages of Godhood, that The Fates like repeating their own stories.

Nico knows he hates all of them, deeply and purposefully.

The Oracle comes up to the boy, Nico is sure she must be a new girl, but all the girls Apollo chooses all look the same, and she is the same, she gives the hero the prophecy that will bury him.

And, it doesn't even take Nico a glance to know, that this is where that boy's life thread is cut.

Nico wants to sneer, this would be Bianca's third death, and if a hero dies three times they get the special prize, and yet.

Nico begs the boy to not go, because they both know he's not gonna make it back.

Bianca never has. Bianca never does. This is Bianca's fate. She was already dead before the story even began.

But the boy doesn't even break eye contact with Nico, as he tells Nico that he's very kind, and that he loves him too, but no way.

He's gonna go, and so, the boy does.

The boy leaves and he doesn't come back, and Nico has to crawl at his Godly skin, and remember the sensations, of back when there was human flesh, and blood running through his veins.

And that's just the thing isn't it, that Bianca is never going to stay by his side, because she doesn't want to.

[dreamytfw]

Question for y'all: is this fic any good? Can't decide if I should I read it or sell it to a 2nd hand book store.

[ford-ye-fiji]

You know, ngl, Niles kinda carries the entire show