#temultuous

[maddytrout]

Thinking about the Imogen Temult of it all

[ssaalexblake]

I do kind of want to watch Gatwa as the doctor but like, after years of dealing with fandom bullshit over 13 and the utter shitpile of fandom, I just can't be bothered to do it again here. I know what y'all gonna be like. He's never gonna be good Enough he's never gonna do it quite right and you're never going to manage to explain why because all logic is going to fall apart if you try and explain because it won't be logical, like it wasn't with 13. And the majority of you won't even Realise your own bias. And I cannot be goddamn assed to sit and stew in that cesspit anymore.

Dw fandom is terrible hours and I can only delude myself into thinking my circle is the only part of it for So long before I want to say fuck that and leave for less shit pastures.

[jules-has-notes]

Bridge Over Troubled Water — VoicePlay music video

A major factor in VoicePlay's longevity is that they support each other, both professionally and personally. This song was originally written to offer a bit of comfort in a temultuous world, and the guys absolutely honored that intention with this gorgeous rendition. Snuggle up with your favorite warm beverage and let them soothe you for a few minutes.

Details:

title: Bridge Over Troubled Water

original performers: Simon and Garfunkel

written by: Paul Simon

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 9 August 2019

My favorite bits:

the warm simplicity of the opening chords

Eli's lovely, light timbre as he takes over the melody

Geoff shifting up to meet the other three in the backing harmonies before dropping back down to punctuate the last line of the chorus

J.None's delicious hummed riff as he takes over the lead

that gentle crescendo at the beginning of ♫ "I will comfort you" ♫

Layne (the group's original baritone) singing ♫ "I'll take your part" ♫ to his most recent successor

the little bass run Geoff does under the repeated ♫ "take your part" ♫

the harmonies from Eli and Earl for ♫ "when darkness comes" ♫

Earl's soaring highs on ♫ "I will lay me dooown" ♫ and the staggered swelling backing vocals underneath

when Layne kicks in the percussion groove at the bridge

the flow (pun intended) of the lead vocals being passed around

that descending tom run

the beautiful bell chord for ♫ "ease your mind" ♫

Eli adding a tiny bit of grit for his last few melody lines

finishing on the same soft harmony that they started with

Trivia:

The original composition by Paul Simon was inspired by the typical chord progressions of gospel music. So translating it into lush harmonized a cappella is natural fit.

This video was filmed at a venue called 1010 West in downtown Orlando. They returned there just under a year later for their video of "The Bones" with Emoni Wilkins.

The streaming audio track has a slightly different ending than the music video with a little extra counterpoint riff from J.None.

VoicePlay had received a lot of Simon and Garfunkel requests from fans, especially after Peter Hollens had recorded a version of this song with Tim Foust the previous spring, and Pentatonix covered "The Sound of Silence" earlier in the year.

Geoff later used this song to demonstrate his music arrangement process for VoicePlay tunes in a video on his personal YouTube channel.

The teaser for the Patreon behind the scenes video shows that, even when they're filming a more serious song, the guys always make sure to have a little fun.

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[gobliiine]

“I have a temultuous history with those who call themselves gods”

YOU MEAN YOU??? YOU MEAN YOURSELF, KEYFISH??????????

[nightingeal-arch]

📩 LAP. from joonie uvu @lctibule 🔆 rest / lap – accepting!

she wants to be awake. it doesn't matter that, even without being explicitly stated, the pair would consider napping together a date. it has been explicitly stated, though perhaps as an off-hand comment about relationships that couldn't have been their own at the time. but he wanted to be awake! to be conscious so she could feel joon's warmth beside her; to hear his breathing or to bury his nose into the crook of his neck and just... inhale him. to put all of her effort to have all of her senses overwhelmed by him. he just wants to bask. 

the fight is a hard one to win with how the exhaustion had seeped into his bones, and harder still because minjoon's presence was many things, but primarily, it was safe. he was safe. always had been, since they first met, a lighthouse in a temultuous storm. which meant ellie had only ever had practice being relaxed around him.

it wasn't the first yawn of the afternoon. it wouldn't be the last. minjoon gently lifting the controller from ellie's hands elicited a quiet protestation, almost a whine.

"nooooo, joonie, i'm playing!" there's no strength behind it, fingers easily letting the device be pulled away, and she's answered with minjoon's gentle hands guiding her shoulders. another whine, as she did as she was told pausing only to bury his face into his chest, a brief kiss glancing against fabric as his head was guided down. "i don't wanna sleep! you're here, i'm awake, we're hanging out!"

ellie isn't really fighting it. he wishes she could, but the moment her head rested in minjoon's lap, her eyes drifted shut and he nuzzled against his thigh.

"this is entrapment..." her voice was small, pouty and muffled, but had conceded defeat. maybe he'd play with his hair... 

[hollowd]

@temultuous​ says ❛  being  alone  was  never  hard  before  i  met  you .  ❜ ( meme. ) 

the pair has retired again to the safety of zhudanna’s humble set up. she murmurs to herself, knitting in her chair until inevitably falling asleep. in the candlelight that flickers and wanes, imogen and laudna sit. there’s much on imogen’s mind, laudna wouldn’t need to be particularly perceptive to take heed of that. since bertrand’s death, since the nightmares, since this whole quest, she’s seemed to fall further into herself. laudna’s only fear, and she isn’t one to boast much in the way of fear, was imogen slipping beyond where she could be reached. perhaps it’s laudna’s staring that prompts her companion, but regardless the hollow one smiles. 

           “i could say the same. i’d made peace with being ... removed from others, if you will.” their stares, their whispers, the rumors. and then there was imogen. so wholly unlike the rest. “just me and pâté,” she pats the rat strung up at her side, pausing for only a moment should he like to interject. he doesn’t. 

“as splendid company as he is, rude as he can be, but then you came along and now i wouldn’t have it any other way.” and she means it. smile in tow, pulling higher at the left side of her mouth, she uses her finger to stir her boiling cup of tea. black drips in with the liquid, but it isn’t as if she minds it. “hard or not, imogen, it isn’t something you’ll have to face again — being alone. i’m not going anywhere you aren’t going as well. even if this little adventure we have with our new friends goes south, i’ll remain.” 

with a graceful lift of the chipped cup, she toasts to their friendship and sips in delight.

[adveanture]

*    @temultuous​​    —    YOU  ARE  SO  MUCH  STRONGER  AND  BRAVER  THAN  YOU  THINK    (   IMOGEN  &  ORYM   ) 

THE   SMILE   FOR   IMOGEN   IS   SOFT.         he   averts   his   eyes,   touched   by   her   praise.      but,   of   course,   accepting   said   praise   without   deflecting   it   is   another   matter.            “      what,   with   these   little   arms?      ”            he   asks,   shrugging   with   his   smile   still   fixed   to   his   lips.      he   chuckles   a   little,   quietly   to   himself,   before   continuing:            “      thank   you,   imogen.      you,   too,   you   know   that?      right   back   at   you.      ”   

orym   isn’t   sure   if   it’s   bravery,   just   protecting   the   people   you   love      —      if   doing   the   right   thing   is   brave.      but   he   appreciates   her   saying   so   all   the   same.      he   does   know,   however,   that   imogen   is   brave.      she   confides   about   her   troubles,   but   she   faces   them   regardless   when   she   must.      that   is   real   bravery   right   there.   

[gloomstalk]

𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐍     :     @temultuous     :     ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍.     adaine  is  an  exceptionally  capable  young  woman ,  so  has  said  everyone  except  her  own  parents  --  but  she  has  her  limits ,  most  notably  spell  slots  and  the  number  of  hits  she  can  take .     the  last  thing  she’d  anticipated  was  another  blast  of  magic  from  behind  her ,  taking  out  the  threat  without  introduction  --  adaine  spins  ( spins  too  fast ,  injuries  stinging  and  head  swimming )  ,  taking  stock  of  the  person  who  has  quite  honestly  saved  her  life .          “ i  --  thank  you , ”          she  says ,  awkward ,  stilted ,  before  knees  won’t  support  her  and  she  rather  unceremoniously  sits  on  the  ground .

[dissonantwhspers]

@temultuous says :  ‘  we  should  leave  this  place.  ’ 

aeryn is normally in tune with weather and nature effects, something about being a druid - though her mother would say it was because she was air-headed. a shake of her long blonde curls as she reaches down and picks a blade of grass from the edge of the lake.

imogen’s sitting idly by, staring into the waters. they’ve come for a bit of respite after being in a town for too long - neither one of them doing well in a large crowd. imogen for her capabilities, aeryn for the fact that she’s more beast than human at times, however pleasant she may be.

glancing over, though, there is a rippling to the waters. an unforseen force is causing commotion, and she can hear a sound on the wind that signals danger. a fog is steadily rolling in, suddenly, and not by her own doing, but it gives to a bad omen.

“imogen,” 

aeryn says, softly, reaching out to grab the fingers of her friend, shaking slightly in the midst of what was happening. she stumbled backwards, nearly collapsing as the blanket of haze began to reach them, and forth out of the waters burst some....creature.

she did not have time to speak, for the sound of a fearful cry caught dead in her throat as she was grasping harder onto her friend’s hand and pulling her through thickets of trees, nearly bumping into branches and other sorts, twigs cracking beneath their heavy footfalls. 

this was not a naturally occurring phenomena, that’s for certain, but she certainly did not want to stick around and find out what was going on. 

[shadowglens]

ok ok ok, some targ oc facts:

saella alysanne targaryen, youngest child and only daughter of baelon and alyssa targaryen.

born in 84 AC in a traumatic labour that cost her mother, alyssa, her life not six months after saella’s birth. 

born and raised in dragonstone where she was constantly getting into mischief with her brothers. as youngsters, daemon and saella would often escape dragonstone castle and explore the dragon nesting sites, returning home late at night with singed eyebrows and soot smudged on their cheeks. 

baelon had always wished for a daughter and doted on saella from the moment she was born, with this only increasing after the death of his beloved wife. saella was always commended for being a spitting image of her mother, with her blonde hair and sharp features, and she was the apple of her father’s eye.

on her thirteenth name day and two years after the death of baelon’s brother, prince aemon, baelon betrothed saella to the first grandson of boremund baratheon, royce. royce was the son of boremund’s son, borros, and borros’ first wife who died in childbirth. the match was a strong one, with boremund a staunch ally of the targaryens (since his sister jocelyn had been married to prince aemon). the fight that ensued between saella and baelon lasted weeks, with saella the one to eventually concede when she saw how her distance pained her father. saella and royce were wed not three years later, when the pair were 16 and 14 respectively. 

within twelve months, baelon fell ill and died suddenly. saella was 17 when her eldest brother, viserys, was named heir to the iron throne. 

royce baratheon and saella had a temultuous start to their marriage, neither of them particularly pleased to have forced into the match. saella lamented the fact that none of her children would be targaryens in name, and royce hated that she seemed more content to ride atop her dragon or engage in courtly politics than spend time with him. 

the coronation of viserys and death of boremund baratheon, both within the span of a few years, mellowed both royce and saella. the pair moved permanently to kings landing to show support for viserys, with royce named heir to his house and future lord of storm’s end when his father, borros, took over house baratheon. where daemon tried and failed at governance on viserys’ small council, saella thrived in court as the future lady of storm’s end and sister to the king. while their marriage had been chosen for them, royce and saella found love together and were happily married for decades.

saella and royce eventually had a son, aeryn, and a daughter, juliana, not two years later. both children inherited the black hair of their father, although aeryn was born with piercing purple-blue eyes to match his targaryen-style name. 

prior to the dance of the dragons, saella (and by extension, royce) remained strong supporters of rhaenyra and the blacks. however royce’s father, borros baratheon and lord of storm’s end, had grown skeptical of rhaenyra’s claim though, and when confronted by aemond a few days into the dance, threw his lot in with aegon ii and the greens. 

[ambitiousillusions]

WHAT  JEWEL  ARE  YOUR  BONES  MADE  OF  ?

AMBER you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. ⌾ you catch it all and keep it. ⌾ you have a singular talent for holding on tight ⌾ collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper ⌾ core: memory

tagged by: @proelio-procusi​

tagging: @thelyss​ @diviinedevilry​ @chaoshe @temultuous​ @sapphiretrickster​

[emptyher]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮

doll’s eyes.   this is the poison of unchecked vices. you slip into hallucinations. you are wracked with convulsions. the delirium threatens to overwhelm you. what are you running from? you look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. if you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. and if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. you deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. that is the only true way to peace for ones like us. oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

tagged : stolen from @temeult tagging : @smokeswirled @temultuous and whoever else wants to!

[mizunosuzuka]

Shattered. A collection of shorts from a female WoL's perspective.

Part one: Fractured

The breath on her tongue seemed to fall back and threaten to choke her.

This couldn't be it. It can't be.

Her eyes were opened, wide and unblinking at the scorching hole that had blasted through him. At the blood that fell from his lips. To his crumpled form that without her consent, her body fell towards, grasping his armored arm as of to anchor him in place. But there was nothing anchoring her in place. She felt as though she were floating in a black sea, her body being tossed about by the temultuous waves.

The pounding of feet to her right was full to the ringing of panic in her ears. His breathing was changing; from gasping coughs to shallow drawn, and his pallor, though already pale, was becoming ghostly as the seconds passed.

"Haurchefant!"

His name, on others' lips brought her little comfort. This was all wrong. Was it not to be her that protected others? That set aside her life to protect those dearest?

"Forgive me..." His voice echoed in her ears and her eyes found his. Blue and blue, an eternal ocean and expanse of life they'd once shared. "I couldn't bear the thought..." His smile was strained and yet he still deigned grace her with it. Her heart felt as if it were to break, and as his hand lifted, she leaned forward to grasp it in both of hers.

"Do not look at me so..." He said, his voice weak. "A smile... Is better suited... To a hero..." Tears welled behind her eyes. How could she deny him this? She forced the smile, the one she'd reserved for those dearest to her heart, and felt a thousand moments pass before her in an instant. His eyes locked with hers once more, before they became still, as did his body, as his soul became one with the lifestream.

A break is clean, and will mend anew. A fracture would be the shattering.

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Just a quick snippet of my female WoL's perspective, it vague enough for a self-insert as well. Enjoy,more to come!

[firepassed-a]

If  You  Were  A  Deity,  What  Would  Be  Your  Domain? 

Wisdom and Knowledge

You are the divine guardian of truths both knowable and unknowable, of all words and languages spoken and unspoken. Much like Death itself, you are perhaps one of the least understood of all deities, and yet the secrets you hold are highly sought after by scientists, philosophers, and theologians alike. The origin of all innovation, your realm is the source of crucial advances in architecture, agriculture, political governance, and military strategy which have allowed many civilizations to become a dominant force in the mortal realm. Your domain may also include the forces of magic and mysticism, and many cautionary tales exist among mortals of those who have unwittingly destroyed themselves or lost their minds in the reckless pursuit of mysteries and technology far beyond their comprehension. Your mythological equivalents are Greece’s Athena, Egypt’s Thoth, Mesopotamia’s Enki, and India’s Ganesha.

tagged by @proelio-procusi !  tagging @ravenant ; @whytestone ; @temultuous ; @and-muses ( percy or vax ) ; @everlightblessing ( vex ) ; @everlighted ; @stcrmsung ; @inabsentiia ; @feybled​ ( scanlan ) ; @jcmiss​ ; @thewidogast ; @whinedarksea ; @chaosfleur ; @storiedhistories​ ( kima ) ; &  YOU! steal and tag me! 

[hollowd]

laudna wanting to interrogate @myrlin bc of imogen ( @temultuous ) : i just want to talk! he’s quite pretty. does he eat bones by chance? me: laudna, nO. LEAVE HIM BE. laudna: 😞

[adveanture]

*    @temultuous​​    —    DREAMING  IT  ONLY  HAPPENED  IN  MY  HEAD   [  IMOGEN  &  DORIAN  ] 

TURNING   HIS   HEAD,   DORIAN   SNIFFLES   SILENTLY.         he   and   imogen   drink   alone   now,   the   rest   having   gone   to   their   rooms   or   fallen   asleep   where   they   rest   their   heads.      alone,   the   two   of   them   seemingly   weighed   upon   the   most   by   the   loss   of   their   friend      —      for   different   reasons,   for   the   same   cause.            “      if   only   it   had.      ”            he   shrugs,   choked   as   he   speaks.      he   barely   knows   bertrand   bell   when   they   part,   but   it   is   enough   to   carry   the   guilt   of   his   loss      —      the   loss   that   could   have   been   prevented   had   dorian   done   as   he   could,   as   he   should.            “      i   wish   .   .   .      well.      it   doesn’t   matter   what   i   wish   or   what   i   dream,   i   suppose.      ”            and   when   dorian   thinks   of   his   own   dreams,   he   does   not   wish   to   dwell   there      —      in   his   thoughts   or   his   dreams,   and   now   in   his   choices.            “      i   do   not   claim   to   know   his   mind,   but   .   .   .      from   what   i   know   of   him,   i   don’t   believe   bertrand   would   wish   for   us   to   dwell   like   this      —      not   on   what   we   cannot   change.      ”            easier   said   than   done.