#lyric rewrite

[holleighgram]

So, go easy on me. This is my first time singing/recording/editing/mixing anything-- let alone posting it, but I really wanted to participate in March Caprice this year. I wouldn't have been able to even do this much without the incredible @projectdestati lending me their sensational talent for the accompaniment.

I hope one day to re:record this piece sometime down the road when I've got a few more collaborators (and can afford a decent microphone), Hopfully by then, I'll learn how to mix, or can afford to pay someone to mix it into an actual track. For now, there are 2 versions-- one with lots of nerdy call backs and the other that's a little more simple and .... tidy.

All that to say,

I rewrote the lyrics to Hikari to reflect the themes of Kingdom Hearts a bit better. Hikari has always hit a bit different than Simple and Clean, for me and I just wanted to sing along, so I made these lyrics. Hope you enjoy :)

Lyrics:

Been having dreams, At least it seems That way… How much is real Of what I feel And say?

Was I reckless diving in so deep and believing you would follow me, And dive in after? Was I wrong all along ? You and me weren't meant to be :( How can I face what lies ahead? How is this the path that my heart led?

And now dawn is breaking and soon you’ll be waking This that path I am taking Will lead me back to you. Hearing the dark call, I’ll fight it with my all Keep shining bright, Cause you’re my guiding light.

~Break~

Now back to back, We walk our paths, my friend But when we meet My hearts will beat again

Never thought that it would end like this-- With you and me facing the great abyss Though doors are closing Pick a side, you and I, we’ll get by Cause you’re next to me, we are the key we always were. Take my hand, And we’ll go together

~Break~

And now dawn is breaking and soon you’ll be waking This promise we are making Is like the one we made while Watching the stars fall-- I promised you my all. I’ll stand and fight For you, my guiding light

Slowly, The pieces come falling into place, and we’ve landed standing hand in hand. Regardless of heartless, I know that we’re prepared for this fight. You’re my guiding light.

Slowly, The pieces come falling into place, and we’ve landed standing hand in hand. Regardless of Darkness, I know one day we'll set this all right. You’re my guiding light.

#kingdom hearts #riku kh #sora kh #kh3 #kh #march caprice #kh music #project destati #lyric rewrite #hikaru utada #lyrics are low key #soriku #coded #soriku endgame actually #music #cover #song cover #i want to get better at this #march caprice 2024 #hikari #simple and clean

[princessfanonanona]

Hewwo! I saw prompts and went 👀 (but if you’re not doing prompts anymore, feel free to disregard!) but ye! Prompt: yo Danny Fenton he was just four

(I am always taking prompts yes thank you 💜)

Yo Danny Fenton was just four

When his parents had a plan to explore

Through a dimension never heard before

But when they couldn't stay on track, they got lost before the Zone

Danny found himself alone

There was a great big roar, and everything shifted

He had dimension drifted

When he first woke up, he realized,

He was among purple clouds and glowing green skies

He was floating and taken by surprise

He couldn't survive without making some allies

It was then that he knew what he had to do

He had to get back to the place that he knew

He's here to fly back home to you

[Actual fic under the cut]

Danny blinks. He rubs his eyes and blinks again.

The sky was green.

With soft fluffy purple clouds drifting along.

"Mommy?" He calls, voice wobbling and echoing around him.

He tries to turn and finds himself floating.

He giggles, because floating is weird.

But he's also lost and alone.

"Daddy?" He calls out, hearing his voice echo back to him.

"Jazz?"

The green everything around him wiggles.

Shifting and swirling with the purple.

"Hello?"

The sky blinks at him.

He blinks back.

Something whispers behind his ear, hissing and whistling as it goes.

"I'm looking for my family. Do you know where they are?"

The eyes close, the sky rolling and churning.

Drawing closer.

The eyes blink open, closer and smaller. The whispering louder, light chimes ringing in his ears.

Danny giggles, rubbing his ears. "That tickles!"

The eyes crinkle, something that reminds him of Jazz.

Bells and chimes jingle on his ears.

He giggles louder, covering his ears.

The eyes pull away before blowing over him. Purple clouds billowing into and around him.

Swirling into mists and leaving pretty shapes in their wake.

Danny reaches for them, flipping himself in the process.

The sky rumbles under his back rolling him around.

Drifting back to stillness.

"Wait, Mister Sky, I wanna go home."

The sky does not answer.

"Please, I wanna go home!"

The mist swirls and drifts.

Danny cries, drifting aimlessly through the green on gentle currents.

He cries and cries until he has no tears left.

Sniffling and miserable.

Until he floats into the back of a cloak.

He looks up.

A giant eyeball looks down.

Danny screams.

The eyeball screams.

Danny flails as wrinkly, gnarled hands grab him.

"Enough screaming, both of you!" A squeaky voice says from behind Danny.

Danny twists to see who's holding him.

Another eyeball, one that somehow exudes disappointment at him.

Danny screams louder, slipping through their hands.

The second Observant claps their hands over where their ears would be, eye squeezed shut.

"Someone silence that thing!" They order.

"But it's a child!"

"Is not a-"

An argument breaks out amongst the five gathered Observants.

Danny, in his frantic haste to get away, kicks one Observant in the eyeball, passes through a second, elbowing the third in the stomach, and ends up free floating away.

Purple mists coming between them.

He tries to turn, too get further away, but ends up spinning wildly in the green and purple.

Frustrated, scared, and exhausted, he stops fighting it and let's himself spin along the purple clouds.

Only to be caught by someone blue.

"Easy there baby rock, don't burst my eardrums," a young feminine voice says.

Danny rubs the tears away to look up at the girl with blue hair.

"Your head is on fire," he says.

"The name's Ember, and damn can you wail kid."

#asks for a fanona #prompts for a fanona #danny phantom #dp phic #kid fic #lyric rewrite #angst adjacent #crack adjacent #idk what even is this man #just here have it #nona writes

[queerlilchinchin]

Let Me Hide [Let it Snow Rewrite]

Ooohhhhhh the weather outside is cold as hell But my covers warm me up so damn well So as long as I'm here inside, Let me hide, let me hide, let me hide

My family's lining up for supper But I'm petting the family pupper For as long as I'm stuck with no ride, Let me hide, let me hide, let me hide

Now they're finally going out the door Telling me how I was such a bore But you know what I have to say? If you dislike me, then just stay away

Ohhh I'm not one for the drama But my god, was there some drama llama Now I collapse upon my bed Now to the world, I am dead, I am dead Oh, to the world, I am dead, I am dead

@goodwithcheese another little carol you can sing ;)

#christmas carols #lyric rewrite #bah humbug #writers of tumblr

[moonymangos]

First Meeting (FFxivWrite: Noisome)

(curtain opens, showing what seems to be a small room. There are two beds, one on the western and one on the eastern wall. Between them are two tables, only barely separated, with a boy around age 12 sitting at them. One has short blonde hair and wears clothes that aren't broken, but clearly look worn, as if handed down multiple generations. The other boy has white shoulder-long hair, wearing fine brand-new clothes.)

(Both are writing what seems to be a letter.)

Dear uncle Gaius, most dearest dad

Honored benefactor

There's been some small issues Over rooming at the Academy

    But of course, I'll study properly

But of course, I'll still enjoy myself

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond Yes, there's been some small issues For you see, my roommate is

Incredibly and unusably strict And in general incredibly unpleasant to endure

    A Garlond

What is this feeling Filling my chest to the brim?

     I felt it the moment      I laid eyes on him

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!

Envy

Unadulterated Envy

For your skill

   Your name

Your excellency

Let's just say that I envy it all! Every little trait and every sound Makes my very heart begin to pound

With simple utter envy There's a strange ecstasy In such total jealousy It's so pure! So strong!

Though I do admit it came on fast Still I do believe that it can last And I will be envying, envying you My whole life long!

Precious Cid, you are just too good! How do you stand it? I don't think I could! He's a bore! He's a peasant! We don't mean to be fallacious But Cid, you're so gracious!

Well, we’re here to learn, not make friends, right?

Poor Cid, there's a simple rule of thumb Dealing with someone whose so prude and glum Don't think it's your fault That one is just noisome! We share your

What is this feeling, filling my chest to the brim?

Envy, unadulterated envy

I felt the moment I laid eyes on him

For his skill, his name, his excellency

My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling

Let's just say we envy it all

Oh, what is this feeling?

Every little trait and every sound

Does it have a name? Yes!

Makes our very heart begin to pound

Envy

Envy

There's a strange ecstasy

Envy

In such total jealousy

Envy

It's so pure, so strong

So strong

Though I do admit it came on fast Still I do believe that it can last

And I will be envy

Envy...

For forever envy

Envy...

Truly deeply

Be envious you

Envying you!

My whole life long

Envying!

#ffxivwrite2023 #nero scaeva #cid garlond #nero x cid #nero & cid #wicked #lyric rewrite #I just had to think of that song when I looked up the meaning of that word xD #if those two had shared a dorm room they would have fought every day lmao

[alexandersimpleton]

Made a lyric rewrite of this song for Frederick's bullies because I thought the tone of voice fit. It's not good, but it took a while so I figured I should post it

Sun's bright today

Another bright day

Another bright kid, to get in my way

Oh, heya, new kid

Oh, how did, I know,

Well, you aren't exactly super covert, don't you know!?

Hey, how bout you come with me?

flower…

I can tell now, you'll be so much fun to play with!

Maybe just

A little injury

A little boy

Having so much fun so easily

Just easily enough, to get in my way

What a cute little, sunflower

What a cute little, frail flower

Why,

We all know this Fred,

You're not exactly the cool one,

And the way everyone's treating is just

What you

deserve

And,

We all know this Fred

But we might have to start soon,

We have reputations to keep,

And it'll

be

so much fun

Oh come kid,

You can't go just tearing up on me like that

It'll just make me laugh more

Ah

Loser you know,

You can't just get pity

There is no escaping me now!

Bye Bye!

I can tell now, you'll be so much fun to play with

Or maybe

A bit more fun for me

To chase around,

Oh, how entertaining

It'll wilt, right down to the stem

What a cute, little sunflower

What a cute, little frail flower

His little will,

Goes "pop" goes the energy

As the light,

Slowly leaves his owlish eyes

I'm sure he won't be making it out fully unscathed

But let's make him a

"Oh come on you freaking loser!"

I know now, you'll always be fun to toy with

Oh come on , you can't give up on me like that!

Where's that hope that I used to hate

It must be crushed, next to all your pathetic dreams

Your little body putty in my hands

I know now

You'll never bother anyone again

You're heart and soul,

They're sheared like all those books

And yet the fun,

The torment,

It never fades

And this is all so much fun to me

What a cute, little sunflower

What a gross, little sunflower

#the cursed princess club #cursed princess club #cpc #prince frederick #cpc frederick #lyric rewrite #idk #this isn't that good #but it took a while so be nice #Youtube

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED. #ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO??????? #ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP. #also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER. #im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

[ellanessa]

if rosemary died

she ain’t got no money

her clothes were kinda funny

her hair was kinda wild and free

oh, but love grew where my rosemary went

and nobody knew like me

she talked kind lazy

and people said she’s crazy

and her life was a mystery

oh, but love grew where my rosemary went

and nobody knew like me

there was something funny about her hand holding mine

it was a feeling that was fine

and i just gotta say

she really had a magical spell

and it worked so well

that i couldn’t get away

i’m not a lucky fella

and i never got to tell her

that i loved her endlessly

because love grew where my rosemary went

and nobody knew like me

there was something funny about her hand holding mine

it was a feeling that was fine

and i just gotta say

she really had a magical spell

and it worked so well

that i couldn’t get away

i’m not a lucky fella

and i never got to tell her

that i loved her endlessly

because love grew where my rosemary went

and nobody knew like me

it keeps growing every place she’s been

and nobody knows like me

if you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her

and nobody knows like me

la la la- believe it if you’ve seen it

nobody knew like me

#love grows where my rosemary goes #love grew where my rosemary went #rosemary is dead now #lyrics #lyric rewrite

[fijit4]

Ken&Barbie by Kate Gill, lyrics rewritten for Trans Women (MTF)

One little boy

Wishing he was in a pink dress

Just like the girls

Why was it causing him distress?

Deep within himself

He knew that he was different

But he pushed it down

'Cause nobody would even listen

His parents always saying

"Boy when you grow up

You're going to find a nice lady

Make sure you act tough

You'll be living a life like Barbie and Ken

Come on suck it up and

Forget this nonsense"

But what if he's not Ken she's Barbie

Why should she have to say sorry?

Tell me do you even listen

To all the dumb shit you're slipping

She can be who she wants to

Don't say she's not supposed to

If she doesn't feel like Ken but Barbie

She shouldn't have to say sorry

No not to you

Not to me

Not to anyone anyone anyone

Not to you

Not to me

Not to anyone anyone anyone

17 years old

Feeling like a stranger at home

Keeping it all down low

Hideaway so that nobody will know

Avoiding Mom and Dad

When they're asking "what'cha wearing?"

'cause God forbid they see

Her true identity

Her parents always saying

"Boy when will you see?

You'll be happy I know

It's just some short hair you need

You'll be such a great Ken

Me and your father agree

Just gotta act like a man

It's what you're born to be"

But what if she's not Ken, she's Barbie

Why should she have to say sorry?

Tell me do you even listen

To all the dumb shit you're slipping

She can be who she wants to

Don't say she's not supposed to

If she doesn't feel like Ken but Barbie

She shouldn't have to say sorry

No not to you

Not to me

Not to anyone anyone anyone

Not to you

Not to me

Not to anyone, anyone, anyo-o-one

No, no

She doesn't have to say sorry

No, no

She's never gonna say sorry

She's never been Ken, she's Barbie

She never ever has to say sorry

And nobody is gonna listen

To all the dumb shit you're slippin

We can be who we want to

Don't say she's not supposed to

She'll never be Ken, she's Barbie

And she doesn't have to say sorry

To you.

#kate gil #ken&barbie #lyric rewrite #trans women #transgender #mtf #lgbtq positivity #lgbt #lgbtq #trans rights

[brokensenseofhumor]

Rewrite of the hayloft 2 lyrics I promised, I knows there’s a typo in there but don’t mention it. <3

Im too lazy to give an instant explanation so I’ll give it later

#brokie says #hayloft ii #hayloft 2 #lyric rewrite

[greyfics]

even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you.

- °•. ✦ .•° -

pairing: the ghoul (cooper howard) x reader fic type: enemies to lovers, no smut, mild spice + eventual fluff slow burn meter: ◈◈◇◇◇ word count: 3.8K inspo: TPD lyric prompt list, reblogged on main reader type: assumed wastelander background, gender neutral, 'I don't need a knight to save me', assumed negative views of BoS, assumed gun for hire cw: strong language, violence, reference to fictional drugs, mild dismemberment summary: reader is a gun for hire who has gotten themselves into a bit of trouble in the form of a moderate bounty with a local segment of the brotherhood- and cooper howard knows he can get all the drugs he needs for what seems like an easy job.

- °•. ✦ .•° -

"We can do this all day, darlin'. Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you." you feel the pressure of a pistol barrel pressing against the base of your skull from behind, and a disgruntled, defeated sigh slips through your lips. The game is up- you're out of ammo, down to the ripper hanging from your side, and 'gun against the brain-cage' is the indisputable checkmate.

Up to this point, you'd been pretty successful in shaking off the swathes of bounty hunters and jet-scrounging raiders that'd been on your tale since you became an enemy to the brotherhood- which, nowadays, seemed to be a pretty fucking easy feat to accomplish. The rusty knights were getting a little big for their oversized, several-tonne boots- and you had never been a fan of self-asserting authorities using their power in the name of 'order', especially not when they could hardly organise their own little sectors across the expansive, sparse remains of the USA.

As good with a revolver as you are, today it seems your luck has ran out and your karma has caught up with you, because you've finally met your match in a ghoul with a face so smug you wish you at least had a chance to slap it before losing the game of cat and mouse you'd been playing for a couple days now across Junktown. Your face collides into concrete and a quick click combines with the feel of steel against your wrists, The Ghoul's threat having evolved into a promise.

You spit a ball of blood and saliva from your mouth, wrought up by the hard impact with the ground below, "Alright, you win this round you freak- I'll come with you, just get these off of me." You hear a smirk from above, "Now how stupid do you fuckin' think I am? No, I gave you a chance to come willingly, you chose to shoot me in the leg. Lucky I ain't returned the favour." He gives you a light, sharp kick in the side with the tip of his boot, "Up. We got a long way to travel, and sooner we get there, sooner I get paid. I'll be reminding you now that I only get a bonus for bringing you alive, so make my life hell and I'll live without the extra caps." "Not exactly easy when my-" you hear the chick of a safety being cocked, and awkwardly shuffle back until you can jut sharply up onto your knees and slowly stand, turning to glare daggers into your now captor. The Ghoul's expression remains stiffly affixed with the wry, smug facade he bears: relaxed, squinting eyes peeking out above a thin, ever-upturned lip- you swear to yourself to you'll smack that smile off his face- but by all accounts, beneath the withered, decaying skin that had festered in his ghoulish transformation, the man had the stature (and admittedly, the jawline) of a filmstar.

You shake off the irritable possibility of monster like this getting lucky with the gene pool as a calloused hand secures a vice grip on one of your wrists and tugs you in suit as it's owner sets into motion, dragging you away from the remnants of an old civilisation and towards a military base miles away you are all too acquainted with.

You had been so caught up in the wild ride of adrenaline that came with being on the lamb that you briefly detached yourself from the catalyst of the chase- but as concrete and clay inevitably crumbles away to distant sandy dunes and cacti, the dread stirs in your stomach like a plague. It was easier to wave off the consequences of your actions when you weren't being marched towards the gallows to face them- it wasn't like you made an attack on the organisation. You kill one knight trashing up a town in the name of redundant technology, and suddenly you're on a hit-list. You know The Ghoul probably doesn't know this, and you know for certain that even if you tried to give the man a sob story he wouldn't care. This was it. "You about to be sick?" You snap from your pessimistic daze at the sudden interruption of silence, "No. Why?" "You look like you just ate a mouldy iguana, that's why- and I don't want sick on my boots." You let out an irked groan, and sharply snap your head to face the horizon in the opposite direction to your captor. You hope this will satiate his sour jabs for the time being-

Your hope is crushed five minutes later.

"Go on then. I'm bored shitless and I'm outta jet, so spill." He says with an almost theatrical exasperation in his voice, "Spill what, exactly?" you coldly respond in a mute tone, focus still fixed on the horizon to the west, "Well what's the big story? Someone's always gotta be the victim when they got a bounty on their head, so what's the tragic tale behind 'Y/N', huh?" the muscles in your neck and shoulders tense up at the mention of your name- you weren't exactly a known associate or long-time rival to the brotherhood, and the wanted poster you had wrestled from the stiff fingertips of a raider last week only had a sketch and a scrawled account of the incident. You falter for a moment before replying, but ardently avoid taking the bait, "If your plan is to get me to tell you how we got to where we are right now just so you can mock me, then I think I'd rather carry on enjoying the view, if you don't mind." The sweet-toned sarcasm at the end of your sentence seeps with venom, and the hostility it implies does not slip away from your adversary.

This time, his laugh is a soft, whisper of a chuckle- something spiteful, foreboding- followed by matching words, "You should hear what your little community had to say about you for a couple caps and a promise not to shoot anybody- well, anybody else-" his words cut into something personal, then- and though you would normally know that attacking someone with your hands cuffed behind your back is never going to end in your favour, at this moment you couldn't care less as you swing your leg round in a swift roundhouse motion, and raise your knee towards the only place you can think to leave a mark-

You hit your target, but instead of howls of pain you are met with a split second of awkward silence as the ghoul cocks his head, unimpressed, before slamming it into your own, sending you staggering back a few paces-

Before you can reorient your vision, a heavy dull force plummets into your ribs- the sand cushions your blow slightly better than the concrete you met face-to-face with an hour ago, at least. Your arms, however, are not grateful to be pressed beneath you as a familiar, withered hand pushes into your throat, putting as much pressure on your trapped limbs when your upper body presses back as it does on your esophagus, halting your air supply as he lowers himself down to a kneel and fixes your gaze onto his,

"If I wasn't already a walking corpse, that could've really hurt- not a very nice thing to do to someone just tryna have a little bit of light conversation now, is it?" All you can do is glower through eyes blinded by the sun, which gleams behind the shadow of the ghoul's head, bearing on it a smile tweaked with frustration- you need to breathe- you can't keep this up, your heartbeat is louder than the sun in your eyes and-

The pressure releases. You turn your head to the ground and suck in air between dry, heavy coughs, and after you've finally steadied your breath, you find a minor fleck of relief in being hoisted up from the ground this time instead of scrabbling to get up at gunpoint. You wonder, perhaps, if this is some small act driven by guilt- perhaps this man had a conscience once and a set of values beyond doing what it takes to ensure one's own survival. You were a gun for hire yourself, so it would be hypocritical to criticise your captor for his line of work- mostly, you preferred to stick with jobs guarding merchant caravans and to take out bands of raiders harassing the cities you passed through, but you never questioned the legitimacy of the requests you received, or the cargo you oversaw; you had settled for a little while, having stuck around the same little settlement for a few years now and had started to develop some semblance of a connection to the people there-

or so you thought.

You know you're going to be walking for a while- so with a resigned breath, you begin saying what little there is left to say about your present situation, "Well, you probably know most of what I can tell you from the sounds of things, but I guess there's nothing else for me to do right now, and the horizon is the same no matter where you go around here. I guess you could say we're in similar lines of work, but that's not really what got me in trouble with The Brotherhood. They think they can rock up in a power armour with a logo on it and wreak havoc as they please because it's for 'the greater good', but they leave towns half-destroyed when they pass through. I didn't want that to happen to... well, I didn't like the sound of that happening where I was. So, dude gets out of his power armour and starts waving guns around screaming about some piece of pre war tech or the other, and I tell him with... a strong choice of words, to get going. He starts running for the power armour, guns blazing- and I just have better aim, I guess. Not even like I got paid for killing him, either. Maybe that would've made this whole thing a little bit sweeter."

Your profession leaves a silence hanging in the air for a little while after, but it feels appropriate. The dunes filter sand from the far west to respond to your story- the horizon quivers, but only through the illusion of heat; the sand dries your eyes before they have reason to shed tears. A loaded sigh escapes the ghoul in front of you, and the clasp on your wrist softens but for a moment before stiffening to pull you onwards, "Yep, well, caps keep you going a little longer round these parts, but money can't solve all your problems." "You should tell that to the Brotherhood. They seem to be doing pretty well for all the wealth they've hoarded- can even pay big time bounty hunters to do their shitwork from the looks of things." You retort, but after a moment follow up with, "Wish I could say I was upset about it but hell, if I were you, I'd turn me in too."

You hear that soft chuckle again, but when you turn around to catch a look at the face that matches it, you see relaxed muscles and a far-off stare- he won't let you go, but he has let his guard down but a little bit- perhaps when we get closer to my story's end, he'll even let me walk to my death with my hands unbound.

- °•. ✦ .•° -

After trudging on in silence for a while, head bowed to your fatalistic contemplations, you find as you drag yourself out of the pit in your head and look over the horizon once more that the scene has changed: the atomic orange dewdrops spattering the sky not long ago have quickly to faded into a bruised overhanging shadow of violent, lavender, crimson; twilight approaches, and you're still surrounded by desert hills and illusions.

One of these illusory quivers catches your sharp eye, a dark blip that has appeared somewhere in that distance; it's moving, but it isn't close enough for you to determine whether it's just a trick of the heat or whether it's something heading in your direction. Your brow furrows, but you say nothing yet.

Within a minute, the object comes into better focus- or, rather, the creature. Your heart skips a beat, and you open your mouth to utter some kind of warning, managing to rasp, "Get the handcuffs off of me." "Now, darlin', I thought we managed to get past this already-" "No-" You tug your bound wrists, pulling the ghoul into your side- his other arm steadies itself against your shoulder before slipping up to your jaw and dragging it to face him, his own clenched and unaccompanied by a smile this time- the pallid complexion of your own face gives him enough pause for you to blurt in a fruitless, strained whisper, "Deathclaw."

If The Ghoul's skin could have paled more than it already had in his lifeless state, then it might have at that moment. The tight grip holding you against him slackens completely and you thud onto your ass as he draws his guns and casts you a playfully pitiful glance from above, shrugging and saying, "Sorry, darlin', guess I forgot to pick up the keys." He steps in front of you as a curse rips out of your throat in the sudden panic that ensues, and you try to muster enough brain cells in this moment to figure out a way of not dying, prematurely, and becoming just another skeletal curio.

There's the back-up plan, the 'if shit goes south' plan that you still hadn't gone through with because of the possible dismemberment that it might entail- but you had not been unarmed when you had been restrained earlier, and the phantom hum of a ripper blade always strapped to your waist as your last resort. You won't be able to wield it with any competence with your hands restrained as they are, but you can hit the power button from your current position-

Though, usually, you'd prefer to do it when the blade was already in your hand, not digging into the side of your leg.

shredded leg is better than deathclaw snack. Your astute analysis confirms your decision, and with a grunt and a whack, the blade starts chugging into a steady whirring action by the will of the dregs of an energy cell embedded inside- the next couple of seconds are far too long.

The blade begins it's excursion into your thigh as the gunslinging ghoul whips around at the sound, eyes wide at the sudden display of spraying crimson. You scream, struggle to try to align the cuffs without jerking your shoulders out of place. The deathclaw bounds into the mid-distance, closing in upon it's approach- it caught your scent before you could even see it's silhouette-

The tip disappears as your leg reflexively jerks, responding to the dancing jig of the chainsaw blade- you see pathetic sparks as the thing bounces off of the cuffs- strong enough to sever a leg, too rusted and battered to cut through metal. Your plan is failing. Your leg is bleeding. The cowboy falters as the deathclaw closes further-

You make a snap decision: fingers are easier to fix than legs.

You twist your wrist, and the pain just melts into the already existing burn emanating from your leg- a bloody, three-fingered stump slips from it's cage, and you swing your still-cuffed hand around in a fluid movement to drag the ripper from its sheath within your leg, snapping the cord that ties it to your waist-

You hear a frenzied firing of a revolver, but the approaching thunks are unimpeded- and though you know your leg may give way when the adrenaline finally dies, and though you know you need to find the two fingers you lost before sand vipers snatch them up and you're known as three-fingered y/n for the rest of your life- you launch yourself from the ground on your good leg, and stagger towards the approaching beast.

You grew up in the wastelands. You grew up in a settlement up here that, like any of the rest, was constantly plagued by critters and beasts- and if you were taught anything by the survivors that surrounded you, it was the following:

If you can't blow the bastard up, get 'em in the belly.

The deathclaw- a baby, thankfully- has it's gaze fixated on the man that had in the past half a minute become it's primary aggressor- so when you stumble forward, low and bleeding, with what to the creature is just another indistinguishable bit of metal in your hands, it does not see reason to change the track of it's jump.

As it launches itself above you, you pray to lady luck that you hit your mark.

An ear-splitting yowl and a sudden muffled crash tells you she's listening, for once.

Finally, after a few ragged breaths, the adrenaline wears off and you feel the weight of your body pressing into the wounds that liberated you- and the blueberry sky fades to black as you become weightless. This time, your fall is of your own accord- and this time, something stops you from hitting the ground.

- °•. ✦ .•° -

When you come to, you do not open your eyes at first- awake though you might be, your body is heavy with exhaustion. Before your encounter with the ghoul, you had been on the run for weeks, and in the last twenty four hours had not had time to stay put long enough to sleep. Coupled with the rough journey and the blood loss, you couldn't move if you wanted to. That being said, in those few dark minutes, a few things of note still catch your attention.

There is a faint crackling to your side, and the lulling warmth of a fire that brushes in waves against your face- and though you feel the silky grains of sand cushioning most of your resting body, your head lays higher up, neck leaning up to a more elevated surface- your attention snaps to the light sensation of fingertips absently grazing your neck in a repeating pattern, and the distant hum of an old country song embedded into muscle memory. The surrounding sensations are a strange comfort for all the brutal imagery this post apocalyptic world usually beholds; but it is brief, as your neck tenses, giving away your lucidity. The hand pauses, lifts- settles somewhere to the side.

When you dare to open your eyes, you are unsurprised to see the question-begging smirk and sharp eyes peering down from above, "Have a good nap?" You bolt upright, and immediately regret it when the bending of your leg snags one of the stitches you didn't know had been sewed into you until just now. Defeated, you flop back down, turning your head to the side to gaze into the dying embers of the fire beside you- praying you can brush off the flush of blush creeping into your face to the influence of the fire. Eventually you garner the courage to speak, "Feels like I've only been out for an hour." He snorts, shaking his head, "You went down around sunset, and it'll be sunrise in a couple hours." This catches you by surprise, and not just because of the amount of time you've lost, "What happened to getting your caps as soon as possible? Lost a lot of time waiting." He frowns, but does not lose his grin, "You trying to get yourself killed? 'Cos you've done a damn fine job of that so far. No, I've just been doing some thinking." "Congratulations. I'm proud of you." His eyes narrow into slits and he tuts at your sarcasm, following your gaze into the fire, "See, it could be argued that I would've been minced ghoul splattered n' buried six feet under the dunes if you hadn't gone all psycho slicing yourself up like that to get that baby deathclaw where it hurts." "That was a baby?-" "Anyway, guess my point is I might be willing to do a lot of things, but I still got my principles- only human thing I got left, probably. So I'd say I owe it you to not kill you at least. When you can walk, we'll go east to- well, to what's left of Shady Sands, and then you can do whatever the fuck you want."

You consider his words, and not knowing how to express appreciation or what to begin to make of this mysterious stranger and his obscure appeal, you find yourself rejecting this suggestion, though you don't know why- and so naturally, you dig yourself into a hole, "Well, you could also say that I would have died of blood loss if you didn't stitch my leg up." He studies you then for a minute, before shrugging and clasping your hands together at the wrists. You begin to stammer indecipherable protest and with a smirk he pulls you up, your hands still held rigid in your lap by his own, his head resting on your shoulder as he murmurs, "Now, I'm starting to get the impression you want me to march you up to our friends at the brotherhood just to keep my company." If he can't see the warm hue in your face now, he can certainly feel the heat flushing through your flustered face- you fight against the feeling, if only to make sure you stand a chance of winning this little exchange,

"Says the man who watched me sleep all night." You feel him shrug your comment off as his grin extends, "I might look like a monster, but I was a gentleman once upon a time. Like I say, I got principles." He lets you slip forward out of his grasp when you move to shuffle yourself around. As you do, you feel for the first time you are looking at him properly, sincerely- face to face, on equal grounds, with no threats of death or necessary facades of false confidence. After soaking in as much as you allow yourself to without losing yourself to curiosity entirely, you crossing your arms across your chest, and reply,

"Well, I have principles too- and if you're oh so graciously not turning me into the brotherhood then I still I owe you, so I guess I'll just have to stick around until you nearly get yourself killed again- that's all. No other reason." The ghoul rises, resting a hand on his pistol,

"You tell yourself that, darlin'- I'm gonna enjoy this change of scenery, I think."

#greyfics ✰°.• ➸ [ 01 ] #greyfics ✰°.• ➸ [ cooper howard ] #greyfics ✰°.• ➸ [ fallout ] #greyfics ✰°.• ➸ [ x reader ] #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #fallout fanfic #cooper howard fanfic #the ghoul fanfic #x reader #greyfics #fallout tv series #I know that the way I used the lyric does not match the lyric but hey don't knock the weird literal train of inspiration #may rewrite to polish a couple details nagging at me but have put way too much time into fidgeting around with the words for now hehe #also I feel like this definitely has second part potential if I want to divvy into it in the future so #note to self for that one

[muchmossymess]

Loser, Bambi

A radiostar/radioapple/duckiedeer rewrite of loser, baby (as an aroace myself, this is platonic, I think it'd be hilarious to their dynamic) (set after the finale, and let my delusional heart believe alastor cares deep deep deep down)

Lucifer: So things look bad and your back's against the wall

Your whole existence hangs in the balance

You're feeling panicked like you heard the hunter's call

Can't face the world without you malice

You've lost your way, your reputations wrecked

Well me just say, (scoffing) what'd you expect?

Alastor: Excuse me?

Lucifer: You're a loser, bambi

A loser goddamn baby 

You're a fucked up little whiny bitch

Alastor: Now listen here

Lucifer: You're a loser, unlike me

Alastor: What a surprise

Lucifer: You've amused hell's ruler 

If only your shtick was newer 

You're an overlord gone overboard

But you've got company

Alastor: *staticy boo track*

Lucifer: There was a time I thought no one could relate

To the holy things that I cant let go

But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!

Can't let the hotels progress plateau 

Alastor: I must admit, that I seem to've grown to care

Lucifer: You aren't the only one with his soul bare

Get outta here man 

We're both losers, bambi

We're losers, it's okay to be a-

Alastor: Psychopathic radio?

Lucifer (out of tune with the song): eeughhhhh…

Alastor: *snickers*

Alastor: I'm a loser deary

To admit it is quite dreary 

But at least I know I'm not alone

Lucifer: You're a loser

Both: Just like me

*tune change*

Lucifer: I've got a habit of creation

Alastor: I've got a knack for devastation, of every lowly sinner I can find

Lucifer: You know what Charlie thinks of that, come on

Alastor: I helped fulfil all of her dreaming

Lucifer: I'm making sure I'm never leaving 

Now that I'm back in her life

Both: I will protect her from all ill meaning

Alastor: You're a loser, Luci

Lucifer: A loser, but just maybe if we

Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently

Lucifer: It's time to lose some of that loathin'

Lower your mask, let hope in, bambi

Play your card, be who you are

Both: A loser, just like-

Charlie: There they are! They're fucking singing???

#if yall want ill reblog this or make another post breaking down why i chose a few of the lyrics #anyway at first i was going to write a songfic but then i just rewrote the song 😭 #hope yall like it i suppose #(if anyone were to make a cover using this (WITH CREDIT) i would implode /pos) #radiostar #radioapple #duckiedeer #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel #loser baby #song rewrite #i suppose??

[ladysansalannister]

#boygenius #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers #julien baker #musicians #music #lyrics #made by me #if you rewrite your life may i still play a part?

[annymation]

"This Wish" Reimagined

Asha's "I Want" song in my Wish rewrite

Something that quite bothered me in Wish’s “I want song” is that I never really… Connected with Asha as a character while listening to it.

With Ariel we WANT to see her get to the surface.

With Quasimodo we WANT to see him out of Notre Dame.

With Mirabel we WANT to see her make her family proud.

With Asha I want… her to have more than this…?

And what is “this”? Like, the subject is vague, and that’s because the song writer Julia Michels was asked to just “Write a song about a young woman that wants to fight an corrupt system” which is a neat concept… But Julia didn’t know what that corrupt system even was doing, I’m not joking, she said so on interviews, AND SHE SAID DISNEY ASKED HER TO DO IT IN 3 WEEKS LIKE GIRL!?

Anyway, as a result, I can’t really relate to Asha’s struggles because the song feel like it could be sang by ANYONE facing a hard situation where they “May be young but are not wrong” or “Have hesitations about what to do”…

But who is ASHA in this, aside from the person who is singing the song? Yeah, she wants more, but more WHAT?! You can listen to “When will my life begin” without watching Tangled and you’ll totally understand what Rapunzel’s personality is and what she wants… But in This Wish?… I don’t know who the heck is Asha, and I watched the movie!

It doesn’t help that in the movie the BIG HORRIBLE REVEAL that Asha is facing is that the system that only grants one wish per month… isn’t granting EVERYONE’S wishes… when that should’ve been common sense, like, does no one in Rosas understand basic math???

In my rewrite though, Asha has been silently questioning the system around her but knowing full well she couldn’t change it so she just accepted it, until the day arrived for her to give away her wish to conform to the expectations. She said she didn’t want to, and questioned if the king even granted all the wishes like he said he did. Seeing that she had spirit, the king and queen gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss manipulated her to get a wish out of her, and after that, by peeking through a door, Asha discovered the truth about her kingdom’s wish system, a truth so terrifying for her that she ran as far away as she could. And with no one else to help her… She made a wish upon a star.

(There, I summarized my rewrite so far, if that sounds cool to you consider checking it out here)

I think that’s a more interesting premise, and it gives Asha more nuance, but how do you translate ALL THAT into one song? Well, here’s how I’d change “This Wish” to do that:

“This Wish”

Should have listened to my own instincts No time to cry now for what could have been If I could show them everything I've seen Open their eyes to all the lies then Would they believe in me or in them? But when I speak, they tell me, "Sit down" But how can I when I've already started runnin'? All I wanted to do was grant my wish on my own But now that wish's stolen and, I am all alone [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they can send me a sign If knowing what it could be is what drives me Then let me be the first to stand in line So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah For many years they’ve been tricking us all Yeah, they said “We’ll protect you” while being our downfall Now what’s a girl like me supposed to do? How do you fight a king and queen? oh and they’ve got magic too! And all I've got is reservations and hesitations On where I should even begin I'm past dipping my toes in But I'm not, no, I'm not past diving in If I could just be pointed in any given direction On where to go and what to do My legs are shaking, but my head's held high The way you always taught me to [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they will send me a sign I'm sure there will be challenges that find me But I can take them on one at a time So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (So I make this wish) Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (To have something more) More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah [Outro] So I make this wish To have something more for us than this!

Thank You For Reading!

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish star #wish movie #wish rewrite #wish asha #wish disney #disney #asha x star boy #Asha wish #song lyrics #wish reimagined

[queerlilchinchin]

All I want for Christmaaaaaaaaas iiiiiiiiis..........

For it to end.

xD

#christmas carols #lyric rewrite #writers of tumblr #shitpost #bah humbug

[gallifreyan-ginger-sociopath]

How many fics is too many to post in like three days? Asking for a me.

Also, at what point should I collect the Pining Creature™ drabbles into one multi-chapter fic instead of posting them separately?

I don't want to feel like I'm hogging the Lisa Frankenstein AO3 tag honestly. But it's so hard because I can't stop writing.

#lisa frankenstein #i cant stop writing for this #somene talk me out of doing a full rewrite please i work so much and im losing sleep #but im going to see it again today and im planning to take notes so i can get more accuracy in fics #someone please messge me about this if you're willing to listen to my unhinged ramblings #you get the bonus (curse) of reading things before i post them #and watching me comb through 80s and goth song lyrics for titles

[goat-guy-tm]

I feel like we as a fandom need to have a deep conversation about how 'The Bog Bodies' by Rabbitology fits too well for too many mcd characters to a, worrying amount.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4FKkGkK3BqjJN3AeHSuEq6?si=aCC9sERDQ6CkFo_RufppIA

It's such a good song for one, I have listened to it on repeat so many times.

If you don't want to listen to it all good, I will share basically all the lyrics of the song (it's a bit short but still so good)

I really think it fits so many characters, and I have yet to see the song breach into this fandom, PLEASE ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG

If you reblog this post please tell me in the tags which silly block creature you relate to this song, I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE'S CAUSE I KNOW IT CAN FIT SO MANY OF THEM

#aphblr #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #minecraft diaries #aphmau rewrite #aphmau redesign #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries rewrite #aphmau mystreet #song lyrics