#song rewrites

[quill-pen]

Just a little angsty number for Bess here. Definitely would be for a montage-type scenario, probably with her going to balls and participating in high society events under the orders of her aunt and uncle who would also always be pictured by her side, ensuring she always stays in line. And at this point, Bess can't fight back for risk of losing her siblings (her uncle holds that over her head) so she just complies with their wishes, her spirit slowly dying in increments. Scrooge would also be at several of these events as Lottie attempts to nail him down: Of course, he would be the only one who notices Bess' suffering.

Trapped Behind Glass

I've learned to put up the walls. Build them up, never let them down. Make 'em so that they can't fall. Make 'em cover me all around.

There's always reasons to stare. There's no escaping that glaring gaze. So just pretend you don't care, Pretend there's nothing to say.

They say, "Keep out of the sun if you don't wanna burn." There's no escaping the sun For me--I've learned, To take the burn.

On the inside, always looking out. People surround my cage--I wanna scream and shout. Please stop tap, tap, tapping on the glass. Stop staring through the windows. I start to cry, but no one seems to care So I just sit in silence while the gawkers blankly stare And keep watch, watch, watching through the glass. Stop staring through the windows. Ooooohhhhhh.... Does anybody see? Does anybody notice it's killing me?

Blinded with tears in my eyes. Lost somewhere that I don't belong. Beneath every sunrise I'm ever more lost, scared, and alone!

"Keep out, keep out of the sun, if you don't wanna burn." There's no escaping the sun, For me, I've learned-- I always burn!

On the inside, always looking out. People surround my cage--I wanna scream and shout! Stop that tap, tap, tapping on the glass! Quit staring through the windows! I feel I could die, but no one seems to care So I just sit in silence while the gawkers blankly stare And keep watch, watch, watching through the glass! Stop staring through the windows! Ooooohhhhhh! Does anybody see? Does anybody notice?

When you're trapped inside a stone cage and the sun is hot and dry, People wanna watch you shrivel up and die. When you're trapped inside a stone cage and the sun is hot and dry, People wanna watch you shrivel up and die. When you're trapped inside a stone cage and the sun is hot and dry, People wanna watch you shrivel up and die. When you're trapped inside a stone cage and the sun is hot and dry, People wanna watch you shrivel up and die! Watch me shrivel up and die! Watch me shrivel up and die! Somebody free me from this cage! Please, you can't just let me die....

On the inside, always looking out. People surround my cage--I wanna scream and shout! They're still tap, tap, tapping on the glass! Just staring through the windows! I am gonna die, but no one seems to care, So I'll just fade away while the gawkers blankly stare And keep watch, watch, watching through the glass And staring through my windows! Ooooohhhhhh! Does anybody see? Is anybody coming to rescue me? Ooooohhhhhh! Is anybody coming?! Save me! Save me! Saaaave meeeee! Oooohhhhh!

@rom-e-o wilting rose imagery... *tears up*

[nightrae13]

It's not very much a secret how "Treat You Better" is literally NaruSaku-coded, but the fact that the rewrite on the girl's perspective (CREDITS TO GEORGIA BOX), felt like Sakura's response is sending me- I truly believed she backed out and even pushed for NH in the Last because she believed she didn't deserve Naruto (there's that convo with Yamato and her reaction to Hinata to back this up). Now, excuse me while I go cry on the corner and hope someone would edit this lol.

[emzi-148]

How Do I Say I Love You?

Fandom: Ninjago (AU)

Pairing: Bruise (one-sided)

Word count: 459

Rating: General

A/N: So... semi-vent(?) with the song “If I Could Tell Her” from Dear Evan Hansen. And this is for the @choicesprompts's Song Rewrite Challenge 2024

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Jay sighed, recounting the strained relationship with Morro, his cousin, “I swear, Morro acts like I'm his least favorite person on this entire world.”

Cole leaned in, trying to ease Jay's concerns, “You know, Morro just has a peculiar way of showing affection. Deep down, he thinks you're pretty cool. He just keeps it under wraps.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, “Really? Morro, thinking I'm cool? That's hard to believe.”

Cole chuckled nervously, “I'm serious, Bluebell. Want some proof?”

Jay, very intrigued by this, said “Hit me.”

Cole stumbled over his words, his attempt to conceal his true feelings turning into an awkward dance. “I mean, like, the way you light up when you talk about your comics or those train models. Morro might not say it, but he sees it. It's just his own way of acknowledging.”

Jay scratched his head, a puzzled expression on his face, “Morro, into comics and models? That's hard to picture.”

“Yeah, well, people surprise you,” Cole replied, secretly admiring Jay's passion for the things that made him unique.

The conversation shifted to Jay's love for poetry and cooking. “Morro thinks your poems are deep, you know,” Cole said with a sly smile.

Jay scoffed, “Morro, a poetry enthusiast? Now you're pulling my leg.”

Cole chuckled, “Seriously, he does. And those culinary creations of yours? He's probably just too shy to admit he's impressed.”

Jay grinned, seemingly comforted by the notion that his cousin might secretly appreciate his hobbies. “Maybe I've misjudged Morro.”

Unbeknownst to him, Cole stood right there, absorbing every detail, the unsaid words hovering in the air.

As the dialogue between them reached its peak, Cole couldn't shake the weight of his own hidden emotions. “How do you say 'I love you' when you're standing a million worlds apart?” he mused internally.

The great divide between them, an unspoken chasm, echoed with the truth that Cole dared not voice. And so, the conversation continued, each shared interest and comforting word serving as a bittersweet reminder of the love that lingered unspoken in Cole's heart.

Finally, Jay turned to Cole, “You've been quiet. What are you thinking?”

Cole's heart raced as he searched for words, “I just think people are more complex than we give them credit for. Maybe there's more to Morro than meets the eye.”

Jay nodded, “Yeah, you might be right.”

As their conversation peaked, Cole grappled with concealed emotions. The unspoken truth lingered. A silent acknowledgment that Cole admired Jay from a distance.

He noticed, cared, and yearned to reveal everything to Jay. Yet, the vast distance between them felt insurmountable. The fear of shattering their delicate friendship prevented Cole from voicing the feelings on the edge of his thoughts.

If I could tell him, if I could…

[somereaderinblue]

Warrior!Penelope God Games

After writing Odysseus's Challenge, I was still on a creative high & decided to do this too. NOTE: The swaps between gods were taken from @too-much-flynnolium’s art.

[ARES]

Mother, God Queen, rarely do I ask for favours

Now, I'm kneeling on your floor

With hopes to save a friendship

With one who's a prisoner far from home

Penelope

[HERA]

Divine intervention, so that is your wish?

To untie apprehensions that were placed on that Greek?

You are braving such dangers for a girl full of shame

But if she's worth the risk of going under

Why not make it a game?

Convince each of them that she ought to be released

And I'll release her

[ARES]

Who's them?

[HERA]

Artemis! Hestia!

Dionysus! Athena!

Demeter! Or me

What do you say?

[ARTEMIS]

Sure.

[HESTIA]

Very well.

[DIONYSUS]

Hic!

[ATHENA]

Alright.

[DEMETER]

Interesting.

[ARES]

Bring it.

[ARTEMIS]

You all know I'm a fan of nature and all

So with so many sirens gone

I think Penny's in the wrong

[ARES]

They had planned to do their worst

All she did was reimburse them

Now they'll tread with caution first

To live another day and sing even more verse!

[ARTEMIS]

Good point, release her.

[HESTIA]

Trust is not wasted, it’s forged

Why should I give her my support?

She turned her back on her cohort

[ARES]

Did you forget they failed to listen?

She was betrayed and now imprisoned

But if you make the right decision

She can still have a future with those who miss her!

[HESTIA]

Fine, release her.

[DIONYSUS]

Your little high and mighty Penelope

Claims to love another, but keeps him chained to a broken heart

[ARES]

She was busy fighting

[DIONYSUS]

More like busy spiting the cyclops

Let her feel the pain that the others feel and rot

[ARES]

Wait!

You must reconsider this!

[ATHENA]

Really now, Ares, no new tricks?

[ARES]

Athena!

[ATHENA]

What kind of so-called fighter holds back her power

Just lets her friends get devoured?

She couldn’t fight Scylla, but didn’t even try to outwit her

Hides with naught but a sword to get the job done

Tries to handle things upfront

Dim-witted and weak like her son

[ARES]

Hold your tongue now, her son's my friend!

And tell that drunkard that all kinds of hurts can mend

You want more mind games? Then set her free

To get back to her homestead, she'll make everyone’s brains bleed!

[ATHENA & DIONYSUS]

Then release her.

[DEMETER]

So many talents, so many tales

Give me one good reason why yours should prevail

[ARES]

She's got the hands of a weaver!

[DEMETER]

Dig deeper

[ARES]

She's pretty skilled with words!

[DEMETER]

You can do better than that!

[ARES]

She's very sassy…?

[DEMETER]

Eh

[ARES]

Never once does she give up on her child.

[DEMETER]

Release her.

[ARES]

I’ve played your game and won! Release her.

[HERA]

You dare to defy me? To give me more shame?

No one beats me, no one wins my game!

Marriage, bring her through the wringer

Show her I'm the judgement call

The one who makes the final call!

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[ATHENA]

Is he dead?

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Penelope had told Ares that for mothers, childbirth in itself was a difficult battle and the parenthood that came after a race with no finish line in sight. Personally, Ares would’ve likened it to war. If family had truly been something as linear as a race then surely Hermes would be on their father’s throne by now.

She placed her spawn in his arms. Said spawn miraculously didn’t squirm or squall against his battle-hardened muscles and cold gauntlets. 

“His name is Telemachus.” Far from battle. The irony wasn’t lost on anyone. Then again, considering how eerily squishy the infant was, perhaps the name was fitting.

Ares blinked as tiny fingers gripped his, the pudgy digits unable to full wrap around it. Yet, the grip was strong. No, it was simply alive. He’s bathed in blood so often that he’s forgotten even the tiniest of hearts can still beat.

“Telemachus.”  Penelope and Odysseus smiled. Smiled at him, smiled because of him. They were happy. He was happy.

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[ARES]

Let her go…..please

Let her go……

[fairycosmos]

every media would be infinitely improved by including a well written fat woman in it

[picnokinesis]

LET YOU CUT ME OPEN JUST TO WATCH ME BLEED GAVE UP WHO I AM FOR WHO YOU WANTED ME TO BE

[spatziline]

That Garfield post but with Rei and his family

[gracebethartacc]

MY FRIENDS!!!! <3333

[ozonecologne]

rereading some of my favorite classic fan fics and again just so struck by the fact that mainstream fiction could never give me what you people give me every day for FREE. you're all the exact level of poetic and deranged that i'm endlessly searching for. no one is doing it like fic writers.

[serial-unaliver]

the discourse surrounding baby it's cold outside is so funny I wish people cared this much about actual serious issues women face

[quill-pen]

I've just been inspired for these rewrites lately, so here's another one! Another Evan Hansen song--one of my favorites. I love everything about it: the tune, the harmonies, the speed, the emotions--all great! It's so much fun to sing and it never fails to make me feel hopeful despite the actual context and content of the song.

The plan right now is this number would take place right before Bess and Ebenezer meet for the first time. The night before Bess had to break the news to her siblings that the London thing is permanent for the foreseeable future. Needless to say, they are not happy. And Bess is already struggling with figuring out how to be a mother to them all instead of just their big sister, so she has no idea how to handle this turn of events with them. Ebenezer, on the other hand, is very gung-ho about being a philanthropist and bursting at the seams with ideas to make London a better place. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like anyone else who could make his ideas possible is anywhere near as pumped. Two people in completely new worlds trying to figure out how the hell to navigate them when they have absolutely zero idea and zero help.

Anybody Have a Map?

Bess: *trying her best to be chipper amidst a sea of gloomy kids* So, what are the plans today, everybody? Finish getting settled into our rooms for one, but then? Explore the house? Help the cook get all our birthdays on the calendar so he knows when to bake cakes?

Josie: Locking ourselves in our rooms and waiting for the slow creep of death to overtake us.

Bess: Now, come on, I don't wanna hear any of that. I know this isn't where any of us thought we'd ever be or even want to be, but we're here now and there's no changing that.

Millie: Maybe if I pray really hard for a really long time, God will take us all back home.

Bess: 🎶Can we try and have an optimistic outlook?

Huh?

Can we buck up just enough to see the world won't fall apart?

How about we decide there's no givin' up before we've tried?

London will be a fresh start.

Bess: *spoken* Hey, I know! Granny said it's Mr. Cooksley's baking day. Why don't you all see if he'll let you guys help? You all loved helping bake back home.

Gil: Yeah. B-Back home.

Bess: Oh, come on. I bet you'll still have fun. I've talked to Mr. Cooksley--he's very nice.

Jules: Yeah, I don't think any of us feels like doing anything today, Sis.

*kids all get up and leave the table*

Bess: 🎶 Another tally on the board beneath the flub-ups.

Another stumble as I'm reaching for the right things to say.

I'm only comin' up empty--

Can't find a way on through.

Does anybody have a map?

Anybody, maybe, happen to know how the hell to do this?

I don't know if you can tell, but this is me just pretending to know!

So where's the map?!

I need a clue,

'Cuz the scary truth is:

I'm flyin' blind and I'm makin' this up as I go.

*across town having breakfast in the Mayor's house*

Scrooge: Lord Mayor, I know what I'm asking to do is quite uncommon-

Mayor: *laughing* Uncommon?! Scrooge--it's completely unheard of! Unthinkable!

Scrooge: W-Well, I wouldn't go as far as that, Sir-

Mayor: You're talking about building a fine establishment that rivals many of our city's best hotels and using it to house tramps and vagabonds.

Scrooge: More so homeless families and destitute invalids that currently have nowhere else to go, m'Lord. You see, I-

Mayor: Now, Scrooge, let me assure you that I am among many people that are very happy you've... eh-uh adopted a new outlook on life. And all these plans and dreams you've thought up to try and improve the city are all very well and good and quite admirable. But you've always been a reasonable fellow; surely you must realize that something like this--you simply won't find the backers for it.

Scrooge: I'd be more than willing to pay for it all myself, Sir. I have more than sufficient funds.

Mayor: *laughing raucously* With how you've hoarded money the past thirty years, I've no doubt! But it's more than that, Old Boy. You see, if you start building a home for laze-abouts, you're going to bring about a world of hurt on your own head from the rest of hard-working society.

Scrooge: This would only be a form of temporary housing for a majority of those who would use it, m'Lord. Of course, services would be offered to help find work for those able-bodied so that they might-

Mayor: *looking at itinerary, not really listening* Yes, yes, I'm sure you're intentions are wonderful, Chum. But I'm afraid it's just not going to work. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to be late for an interview for the Weekly. Stebbins will see you out when you're ready to leave. *gets up and leaves the dining room*

Scrooge: 🎶Another masterful attempt ends with disaster.

Footman: *spoken, as he takes a pile of neatly stacked plates* Why, thank you, Sir.

Scrooge: 🎶 Just another "fleeting fancy" that comes crashing down to burn.

Stebbins: *spoken, as he sees Scrooge out the door* Have a good day, Sir.

Scrooge: 🎶 It's a puzzle--it's a maze.

I try to steer through it a million ways!

But each try's another wrong turn.

Old beggar woman: *spoken, as she shakily holds out a battered old tin cup* Spare a coin for someone who is blind, sir?

Scrooge: *spoken, as he places a sizable lump of bills and sovereigns into her cup* There you go, old dear. I only wish I could do more.

Woman: *tearing up as she fingers around at the absolute fortune in her cup* Why, thank 'e kindly, sir! Thank 'e most very kindly!

Scrooge: 🎶 Does anybody have a map?

Bess: Anybody have a map?

Scrooge: Anybody maybe--

Both: --happen to know how the hell to do this?!

I don't know if you can tell, but this is me just pretending to know!

Bess: So where's the map?!

Scrooge: I need a clue!

Both: (Be)'Cause the scary truth is--

Scrooge:--I'm flying blind.

Bess:--I'm flyin' blind.

Scrooge: I'm flying blind!

Bess: I'm flyin'-

Both: I'm flyin'(g) blind, and I'm makin'(g) this up as I go!

As I go!

@rom-e-o I DID IT. Now to transplant it successfully to the actual fic.

[clouvu]

*wheezes* Okay so Hear Me Out-

[pinkshgum]

AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i read @thisnameisnotspokenfor wish rewrite AU and GOSH IS IT GOOD!!!!!!!! Asha and Cepheus have my heart!!!!!!! EVERYONE GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!!

seriously every chapter had me frothing at the mouth kicking my feet!!!! so i decided to draw some scenes from chapters 8, 23 and 29!

i commented on chapter 28 about how amazing this fic is but i'll say it again!! the worldbuilding, the characters and the references to past disney films!!!!! gahhhhhhh!!!!!1111!!1 (also, fellow treasure planet enjoyer, gotta respect that)

[somereaderinblue]

Ares's Goodbye

NOTE: Prequel to We'll Be Fine, God Games and Odysseus's Challenge.

[ARES]

That was pointless, cowardice at its best

That's not a teaching of mine

You've grown dull, your dead friends can attest

[PENELOPE]

Hey!

[ARES]

Put all that weakness aside

You're a warrior meant to lead the rest

I don't know where I went wrong!

But I warned ya', and you failed the test

So now I'm gone

This way, you'll know what your place is

This way, you can't cross the line

This way, when all is over you'll keep yours and I'll keep mine

This way, you won't disappoint me

This way, you won't waste my time

This way, I'll close the door

Consider this as my goodbye

[PENELOPE]

That’s just like you, why am I still surprised?

Brutish and prideful and vain

You still don’t know everytime someone dies

I'm left to deal with the strain

What's a title all the bloodshed could grant if I won’t have peace at night?

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend

But now we're done

This way, you're out of my life now

This way, you won't taint my hands

This way, when all is done, you're out of sight and out of mind

This way, you get what you wanted

This way, you can save your time

This way, you close the door and have your damn goodbye

[ARES]

You’re not looking for a mentor

I'm not looking for a friend

I mistook you for a general

What a waste of effort spent!

[PENELOPE]

At least I know what I'm fighting for

While you're fighting to be known

Sure, you claim you're so much stronger

Then why’ve you got nothing to lose?

Cause you're alone!

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[ARES]

One day, you'll get what I'm saying

One day, you might see my way

One day, but not today, for after all you're-

[ENSEMBLE]

Just mortal

[ARES & ENSEMBLE]

This day, you sever your own head

This day, you spark the pyre

This day, you lost it all

Consider this as my goodbye

Oh

Consider this as my goodbye

Oh

This is my goodbye

Oh

Consider this as my goodbye

Oh

This is my goodbye!

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Everytime Ares departed, a scattering of vulture feathers, the scent of burning torches and carrion and a slight ringing through one’s bones, precise like a blade sliding across a whetstone rather than a deafening thunderclap would be all that remained of his presence.

This time, the only thing that rang over and over in Penelope’s ears were Ares’s final words. Goodbye.

[mooninagust]

Like a volcano.

[finleyforevermore]

Was listening to a duet version of My Grand Plan from the Lightning Thief musical, and I got an idea >:]