#iys a bit dialouge heavy

[thesoappope]

Hawaii: Part II ✨️The Musical!✨️

Why haven't I heard of this till now! This is literally tits and ass! Fucking masterpiece! Contemporary composers are seething! Roger and Hammerstein who? Hamilton what? This shit do be bussin fr fr!

Um anyways...enough memeing and praising Hawaii: Part II. What I wanted to talk about is what if this were an actual musical. Like not just an album, a proper musical, performed in front of an audience, in a theatre (proscenium, black box, in the round, any style), scenic, costuming, lighting, instrumentalist, everything! Now you maybe thinking, bro how can you do that when-and yes I hear you, but it can be done! For one, ultimately it's up to the director and creative team to decide how to interpret this musical, because despite interviews and theories, the true story of Hawaii: Part II is unknown. So the team should figure out which idea to latch onto (rip the dramaturg). From their the real magic can happen!

Now another thing to consider is, where should intermission happen, should there be one? I think that depends on how much is added to the musical. Like dialouge or extra music exclusive to the live performance. If it's straight up no change, same music, then no. However if dialouge between songs, or additional songs (that function as transitions or maybe a new layer to the story) then there's a few options that come to mind. If heavy enough in added material, the intermission should be at after murders because that feels like the turning point of the whole album. Though if you like being 50/50, have it begin before magic electric, because the previous song could also be a turning point as well. But if none of those work towards the interpretation chosen, I'd say then choose a new song or dialouge to en act one at. Or say fuck it and have no intermission lol!

Personal Design Concept:

So, if I made this into a musical, it's going to be serealist and absurd af! I love absurdist theatre and this vibe fits sooooo well. Now the idea I had was the schizophrenia theory because it makes the most sense to me. Though a more literal version helps as well and doesn't diminish my design concept. Also I wouldn't afd too much dialogue and wouldn't have an intermission, rather a great pause between murders and the next song.

So for one I want this to be in a proscenium, second I want black and white monochrome tropical set peices, however the moon, I want it to change color as the musical progresses, ending on white but quickly becoming red. Oh and I want the black steps to be present, high but never reaching the moon. Also the beach should be snowy. Another thing I'd like is two boats on opposite sides of the stage. Oh and the backdrop with the moon should have stars that glitter throughout the play. Also for the proscenium I want it to look like a mix of space craft machinery and old religious (possible greek) depictions emdebed in it. Oh and last thing about scenic is there should be beach balls and sand buckets on the set, oh and the palm trees should leave during murders.

Oh costumes! I love the idea of only the narrator, main character, and lover being the only ones that match the aesthetic and every other character including the dancers don't necessarily have to match. Like during the song between murders and magic electric I want angles dancing. Also the murderer should dress exactly like the main character but colorful rather than monochrome. Which if I get bored enough I'll actually draw the designs. By the end of the musical, the main character should have the colored outfit and his love should have a wedding dress with bits of red. Also both characters will have the Stella Octongula by the end. Before that it's the murderer and sparse voices scattered throughout the musical. The narrator has one as well but theirs is black and white while everyone else's is rainbow. Also all characters (aside from those specified) are black and white. Also I want some performers to be in space suits, church choir outfits, nurse outfits. Also I still don't know why, but I really want circus clowns and performers outfits, feels right but I'll need to find a reason lol. Oh and I really want appollo to be a character that appears and then takes the main character and his lover to the after life.

Lights I want very little color, so that when color is added it stands out. Like I really want a rainbow project during black rainbows which at the end becomes black and white for a brief moment then the song ends. Also I want during the musical blood spots to appear till turning the scene red during murders. Also the murderer and main character will be in white light as needed. Oh and the lighting for every song before murders should be Cinderella or happy disney story. Then have that lighting again in the multi language song. But at mind electric it should feel like a prison. The last song should feel like disney but slowly be nothing but spot lights with the shadows being red, then once lights black out, the bright red moon should be shining.

End of 🎶 musical 🎶

Hope you enjoyed my rambling and brain vomit!

[blufox234isadumbname]

dream (XD, maybe?) visits fundy in his dreams. it's the only thing making them bearable, and keeping him sane

:)

Nobody [inspired by a mitski song]

Many make mistakes, Fundy was one of them. He just wanted to make sure Yoghurt was safe that night, what with more mobs emerging from the south. He just wanted to tuck his kid and make sure he slept better than him. With kiddish purrs becoming white noise, he should've stopped himself when he felt his lids flutter, when his bed dipped and he saw the house go black.

The fox-hybrid opened his eyes, already letting the horror sink in before opening the damn door. It was all over again, he thought he was getting better. No. He was a fool, still a foolish fox. Yoghurt was no longer by his side, and he already started to feel sweltering heat entering the home. Fundy's heart already ached, already sore. His breaths were heavy, weighted over him as he laid in the dreaded empty bed. Tears were beginning to form but he blinked and rubbed them harshly away. Just close your eyes, he thought. But he knew better, wishes could never be reality. He just wanted it to be over, so he had to do it himself. Fundy always had to do everything himself anyways, this was no different.

He got up and readjusted his black breton cap. Steady and stalwart, steps crept towards and stopped in front of the door. Twisting the knob, a final breath was heaved before the same scenery greeted the displeasured fox. He became familiar with the barren land, covered by only hot dry sand and tall cacti. The winds seemed to be strong that dream, dust clouds were choking the poor dreamer. He closed the door behind him, noticing his red tail hung low. First thing was first, he left the area of his house to find anything out of place. It was instinct to try and spot something that stuck out like a sore thumb, besides his little spruce wood cottage.

Fundy sank his naked feet into the sand, burning his padded paws. He trudged along in a random direction, which was wherever the barest clouds were drifting opposite from. That's all he did for a couple of minutes, maybe more than half an hour to him. Prime, he hated how the sun was bright, how the sunshine was a glaring spot above him. He hated to stare at the dull sky for any second longer. He hated winds dusting the sand into his eyes. All of it was n eyesore, metaphorically and litterally.

He just continued onward, awaiting any subtle and not-so-subtle ghostly remnants of his history coming back to haunt. To be reminded of why his life sucked, that was surely fun, right? He wanted a break, a detour from the disaster that was him. For not the first time, he wanted to be elsewhere. Not just in the dream but in reality. Yes, Las Nevadas was the haven he wanted it to be. But that came with the cost of having his dreadfully undead father closer to him. As if he wanted a chance to be mocked and haunted. Even more so, Tubbo and Ranboo causing a commotion with Quackity already had set him at unease. Threats towards a nation he called a home, a lovely return to the cycle. Like dirty water from the sea to acid rain in the clouds, it's become the same horrid cycle.

Speaking of clouds, the fox-hybrid looked up. The smallest gathering of clouds became a crowd of them all across a brighter baby blue canvas. The yucky yellow sand turned a grassier green. If he squinted, he could maybe see the blooms of other than cactus flowers. Finally, a reason for the feet under him to pick up their pace. Fundy kept running towards the green, faster and faster as he could taste them with his fingers. As soon as he was near enough, he dived right into the fresh field. A little mistake, per usual, as he began rolling down a knoll all of a sudden. Through the short wild grass into a taller field of lavender and peonies, the fox finally took a deep breath. A clean and relaxed breath-

"Hello, Fundy."

- before it hitched.

Fundy lifted his head up above the flowers to spot a cleared spot. In the patch of cornflowers and poppies, a naked area of just grass lay, with a figure. He knew it well, with the dirty blonde hair - though he never remembered it being at scruffy and shoulder length - and deadly smile-painted mask adorned. In a lime, white and black letterman jacket over a starkingly orange jumpsuit. He knew that man well, even by the soft humming. The blank eyes of the mask and the man behind to stared at the fox-hybrid. If it weren't a nightmare yet, Fundy figured it just started.

"How are you here?" The hoodied man asked

"Don't...don't even talk to me..." The overcoated fox snarled with teeth bared and tail puffed.

Dream huffed, toying with something in his hands.

"I just asked. The dreamscape is not normally so free reign. For you, you're the least I expected to be able to cross barriers of mind."

"What the fuck are you talking about. Why are you here? What, to haunt me? To mock me? To tell me I'm useless?"

"...To make flower crowns"

He held up said piece of rope strung with flower blooms. His was a cornflower and daisy crown.

"That...that's it?"

"Can you control your dreams?"

"That...it's none of your business, Dream."

"I'm assuming no. But you are willingly seeing me. So in that case, I suppose I can tell you. You know I was imprisoned, in that big ol' prison? Anyway, a being gave me a wish, or rather a gift. I could control my own dreams, I could lucid dream whenever I wanted to. So I could stay in prison while still feeling the grassy field. So I'm here."

"You don't...get nightmares? NOS Cary reminders of your past? Nothing scary?" *And while I do?*, Fundy doesn't add on. Dream pauses for a break. before he answers

"How could I? I control every aspect of my dream. Though you are certainly not part of it. I appreciate the company, kinda? But I'd rather not keep it. It's be nice if I just asked that dream being to remove you-"

"NO!"

"Excuse me?"

"P-Please...I-I don't wanna go back..."

He hated how his voice became frail at the drop of a hat, how his ears flattens and how shaky his hands became. Already begging to a tyrant, the same one who's destroyed everything in his life. What Fundy had begged was true, however, he didn't not want to go back to nightmares. This was the only time the dreams felt good. Albeit muddled by a lime menace, it was better than the frightening things ahead did him. The fox heard the man sigh.

"Sure, sure you can stay."

"Thank you..."

Fundy sat down in front of Dream, criss-cross legged. And the two were silent. The dreamer kept weaving in the flowers in the rope while the intruder simply watched. His clawed hands picked at the grass blades. Admittedly he enjoyed the scenery, if it weren't for the horror of a man in front of him. He noticed the excess rope tossed aside and something in Fundy urged him to use it too. He could tell eyes were on him again even from behind the unmoving mask.

"Yes, you can make flower crowns too. You know how to make one?"

"Y-yeah. Niki taught me how to make one with rope. I made hers with alliums. She gave me one made out to tulips" Fundy chuckled at the memory fondly.

Dream paid no mind just gave Fundy the extra rope and returned to his own project. After that, the quietness continued for much longer. But Fundy was never a fan of long silences.

"...Why a field? Out of flowers? I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff."

Dream paused for a minute, seemingly deliberating. He room a breath and spoke;

"It's just me wanting to relive old memories. Before settling in the SMP, me and George went to a flower field. We just spent half the say there doing jack all."

"It's always George is it?"

"... he's my friend. I'd do anything for him."

"Even terrorising a nation? Even threatening a kid? Even dethroning him?"

"..."

The silence spoke volumes. Fundy knew he overstepped, but it was hard for him to be sympathetic over it. He swore the surroundings looked dimmer for a second.

"I miss him. I'm no longer allowed visitors and even then, he never came by to visit."

"Who did?"

"Sapnap. Bad. Tommy, surely you know. Then Technoblade."

"Wait Techno visited you?"

"Less visit and more just made a new space in my jail cell. It's like a vacation to him. I'm not mad but...I like here better anyway."

"What's it like? In the jail cell."

"Tight. Closed. Hot. And I mean scorching. It's surrounded by lava. Barely much room to move around, not much there. I do have books to write in but so far I have started writing none."

"Someone hasn't been productive, I see?"

"I liked to write stuff. Just random things. But in a cramped space...I can't. I see why people are claustrophobic. It's feel like hell in there...for more than just the lava."

Fundy started to feel a twinge of a heat wave on his back as he stuck a flower into the rope. It died down shortly after.

"Since you're asking me questions. It should be fair I ask you."

"That's...yeah, that's fair."

"What were you doing, before you slept?"

"In bed. Just...alone in my cottage. Far away with no one else." Fundy lied, no matter the somewhat friendly tone, he wasn't ever going to risk Yoghurt.

"I thought you had Eret? Or Niki? I thought maybe you guys stay in at Least a neighbourhood."

"I...I haven't spoken to either in so long. I think they forgot about me. That's...fair"

"Hmm..."

Before I slept I was just building m stuff in Las Nevadas. It's...it's a thing Quackity built. I can't say more than that-"

A roar of something, not too loud but enough to be noticeable, came through. It spooked Fundy well enough.

"Dream what-"

"Let's...not talk about that."

"Well, what else is there to talk about me? I have nothing else. That...that palace is all I got going for me honestly."

"I thought you had more."

"No. After L'manburg, all of it gone, I don't have much else. By who, I wonder?I didn't care, that was fine by me until I did something different. I'm making sure I have a place, at least."

"Like a house?"

Fundy twisted the stalk gently, silently.

"Like a place of belonging. Where I can be remembered and people know where I am."

"I get that..."

"Of course you do, you tyrant. Your name is sure to be famous."

"Not the being remembered part. The belonging part."

The clouds seemed heavier at that moment.

"Find it hard to believe coming from the same guy that he cares for no one but a kid's discs."

"I know what I said, Fundy. But I don't care about the discs. I care about having control. Having everything in my hands. To take strings of the marionette and play them by my fingers. That's what I aim for, not just useless material discs."

"What does this have to do with belonging?"

The roar came back, a roar of thunder.

"The puppet master is not a puppet. He cannot be a puppet. When the puppets go free, he is left for dead..."

Dream's scarred hands clutch the half done green tulip crown. Down a drop goes from the petal. Then another, then another. Fundy looks up, to see the trickles. Down the drops of precipitation go to his face. Fundy's chest felt heavy, clebtched by something in a grip. He saw Dream looking up as well. From the angle he could partially see the bottom features under the mask. A pursed mouth with scars on his lips. Dottings of freckles across his cheeks. Streaks of not raindrops reaching down his chin. He heard the hiccups, the struggle to compose oneself. He knew that too well. Fundy found the part to care about as he stroked Dream's forearm carefully.

"I-I'm sorry, It's...I-I'm never like this. I'll just change-" the masked man's voice was breakable, cusp of falling apart.

"No. I like the rain."

Dream looked back to Fundy. It was true, the fox-hybrid liked rain. He used to play in the puddles as it drizzled even into adulthood, before more important things occupied his time. Like getting weapons for war or spying on a president. Fundy had on a solemn smile, a weak one in the likeable weather. His hair and fur became bristled whislt his tail wrapped unconsciously around him.

"I feel alone too. Everyone has left me

The people that I care about always hate me or leave. They leave me frightened in a place where everything so to survive. I'm barely staying alive as is. I don't have anyone."

"I don't have anyone either. I'm heartless, I pushed them away. Techno is with me, yeah. But what happens then? I'm too scared to find out. All I want is to just be free..."

Fundy laughed a bit. He tossed aside the half-effort flower crown and stood up. He opened his arms wide, further than his shoulders. He kept laughing, giggling, wheezing over. He raked a hand through ginger and snow white locks of his, knocking back his black breton cap.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, one, it's already crazy you're telling me all of this. This all feels like stuff you'd suppressed hard. Even in your dreams. And secondly...god, I wish we talked more sooner."

"What?"

"You and me, both alone in this world. We're unlovable. Reckless bastards we are. I'm not the worst like you but by Prime, I'm just as lonely as you. I can't excuse reving Wilbur and the 16th...but maybe we could've been friends."

He knew dream was smiling, not from the mask but from the small line of daylight peeking through the clouds.

"Fundy, I could never be friends with you. I'd push you away too."

"Then don't push me away now. I'm desperate, man."

"...I wouldn't."

Fundy smiled a glint of the sun right back at Dream. For once in a dream, he was at ease. The pouring rain slowed s little down to a drizzle, enough fro him to avoid smelling of dog water. The clouds journeyed away from the meadow, and let the sun's smile through. He loved the rays of sunshine gracing his face above him. He loved he could stare at the cloud-scattered sky for almost hours. He loved the winnow through the grass that made them dance. He loved it there.

"Sorry about the rain. In my dreams, I rarely can talk to anyone. And techno is not exactly the most relatable with what I have. Outside, I keep it in. But where I am, where we are, is inside me already."

"Fun to know this is the inner machinations of the terror Dream."

"Hehehah"

"...I probably won't remember this happend. When I wake I won't have a clear thought of events. Just so you'd know."

"It's fine. I knew you wouldn't anyway. That's why I let most of it out. That and because, I feel like I can trust you. I can't leave my cell but maybe someday I'll find you again. And maybe-"

A click from behind Dream's head could be heard. He moved his hand latched onto the mask and pulled it down. There he was, gentle scarred smile with even gentler eyes, covered by dirty blonde turning silver white to the tips. Irises coloured almost like emerald and aqua ender eyes looked back to the fox. Finally, his black tipped ears lifted and twitched, and his tail was wagging slightly.

"-we could be alone together again?"

Fundy's heart ached, sore already.

"I'd like to. For now, let's just depend on dreams."

"I can work with that."

Dream tossed his mask aside, uncaring and apathetic to the piece of porcelain disguise. He gently pushed Fundy by the tip of his finger, to which the former feign to be toppled. He fell in the middle of the tall peonies and lavenders and tulips. Dream joined a second after, right next to Fundy. Bliss, this is what he Fundy would call it. He felt less tensed, less mangled on fear. He had spent sleeping hours just shaken, because his fears conquered him alone. Taunting him because he was alone. Preyed on every part of him alone. But now he had a chance, to dwell int eh shrot grass, be crowned royalty in a field of flowers and feel less on his own. Fundy closed his eyes, as the smell of morning dew hit him.

And he woke up, lied curled up next to Yoghurt. And with a flower in his palm. A rose. He already wants to sleep, no matter the chance of being in the desert again. He wants to see the sunshine in the field of flowers more than anything.

[sinclairsolutions]

First Lines Meme

Heyyyyyy @ohnomybreadsticks thanks for the tag! Cannot *imagine* what my pattern will be… (even before listing these out I can already tell it's gonna be "short first lines.") Gotta break these up a little—some are on AO3, some never made it to AO3, and a couple are still in the WIP stage but my first lines never actually change in the beta process lol

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

The Ones on AO3

"Footsteps heavy on the carpet, too loud, no, no, I can hear them coming, it’s been too many times now, if they catch me they’ll make me Tranquil…" (Big, and Loud, and All at Once – Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Not for the first time, De Sardet lamented how little he had appreciated his youth while he'd had it. (Just Beneath the Skin – Greedfall)

It had been a grievous mistake to return to Kirkwall. (Maker's Gonna Cut You Down – Dragon Age II)

"Zaeed." Shepard liked to think he was too proud to beg, but that was a lie. (Thanks for the Memories – Mass Effect)

“Kurt?” The battlefield is hardly the place for witty banter, but then, De Sardet reasons, this isn’t exactly a battlefield. (Where You Lead – Greedfall)

The Ones Completed for That One Bingo Event but Never Posted

Kurt couldn’t have said what gave the intruder away. (Prompt: Meet Cute – Greedfall)

Shutting himself in his quarters with a bottle of batarian shard wine was not a particularly triumphant birthday celebration, but with Earth in flames and the Reapers breathing down the galaxy’s neck, Shepard didn’t see much worth celebrating. (Prompt: Forgotten Birthday/Anniversary – Mass Effect)

The last Templar went down in a spray of blood and dust, and Hawke’s chest heaved as he yanked the bladed end of his staff from her armor. (Prompt: Hurt No Comfort – Dragon Age II)

Still in the WIP Stage

Driving always set Danny a little on edge—too confined, too much metal pressing down, and the roads were far too crowded compared to the skies—but he didn’t have it in him to fly tonight. (No Title – DP)

“Blood blossoms.” The flowers seemed to taunt Vlad from their perch on the bar, their vase adorned delicately with a twist of purple ribbon, and he stared them down resolutely, trying very hard not to look as if they had personally offended him. (No Title – DP)

Drip. Drip. Drip. (No Title – DBH)

Somewhere around the twentieth thread, it occurred to Danny that maybe trawling through his own fan forums might be a little bit narcissistic. (No Title – DP)

It seems that my trend *used* to be very short sentences, but overall the bigger trend seems to be starting from deep inside a character’s thoughts before zooming out to the scene around them. I also seem to like beginning with one word of dialouge, which I did like three times here lol

I don’t know that I have a particular favorite out of any of these, they’re all... fine? I guess? But I do really like the concept of Vlad having a staring contest with a flower so you know what, screw it, that’s my fave.

Too nervous to tag, but if you see this and are a writer, you’re tagged now!