#verse: tiger and death

[thewhizzyhead]

random sleep deprived 2 am thought: what if watt mini netflix series that features pma's other songs from his other musicals. what if watt mini netflix series that also explores what happened to the surviving girls after the sleepover aka how they further process their grief and how the relationships they share with each other develop. basically what if "alone now" in a post-sleepover kateva development context-

[deathfavor]

( i would never break your heart )

@unmachine - because I saw this and couldn't pass up on it after the talks we've had

[deathfavor]

   Kazutora closes his eyes, burying his face against his knee with his arms wrapped around himself as he stays seated on the ground of this abandoned building. It’s ironic; two abandoned souls in an abandoned building. He swallows hard, but it feels hard to focus on anything around him. He can’t even focus on the damn wound in his leg when his brain feels like crackling static.

   It’s only when Mikey is suddenly beside him that he manages to lift his head to properly look.  “  Wait- Wait Mikey, you’re going to ruin your jacket. “ Not that it seems to matter to Mikey. His words don’t even seem to make the Bonten leader hesitate. If anything, Kazutora thinks that might make it worse only because of what it reveals about the tiger. What sane person would be considered over fabric that belonged to someone else than themselves?

    That’s easy. Someone who hated themselves, and Kazutora has years of experience with that.

  Maybe his blood will wash out. ( Or maybe it’ll ruin it like everything else Kazutora touches. ) Kazutora blindly obeys Mikey, applying pressure like he was told to without protest. “ Someone’s coming?” Kazutora inquires like an afterthought in his obedience.  A sharp spike of pain darts through him as he presses on the wound that momentarily makes the real world sharpen again before it fades and grows distant. Gradually his arms stop applying pressure, easing off until he’s blankly staring at the blood-soaked ground and his wounded leg with his hands limp on top of the fabric.

   “ Why…? “ His voice is so small and lost, and he feels eleven again, confused at anyone doing anything for him. Why are you doing this? Why is help coming? Why do you care? His eyes blink slowly, chest raising and falling in a steady rhythm.  “  It’s fine…I…I…”  It’s not fine, anyone with functioning eyes could see how pale he was, how sweat glistened on his forehead, how despondent he was.  If he died here, then that would be that. And if he didn’t? Kazutora figured he’d reach that problem if he ever came to it. He doesn't actually think he'll die from the wound to be honest, but he's not inclined to look at the future either.

   His chin lifts, eyes finding Mikey again as he sways slightly before managing to catch himself and sit straight again.  “  Can you stay? “ He struggles through the words that feel hard to form on his tongue. What his words really are is a plea.��Don’t leave me.

When did Mikey become so weak?

When he thinks that he won't have to see the others, all he can feel is relief. But it's not true that nobody would care if Kazutora died - because Mikey knows that he would.

...So why is Kazutora's offer still so tempting? Kazutora deserves someone better than Mikey - someone who won't drag him into a bloody world, who'd tell Kazutora to his face that he deserves better, no matter what he thinks of himself. The thought that the others would care more about Mikey than Kazutora makes him feel sick - because it shouldn't be that way. Despite what Kazutora said, he doubts that any of them still care about him, but...

Mikey is not a good person. That's why he can't reject Kazutora's offer outright. He hates himself for it, but while he can feel the disgust at himself he feels entrenching itself deeper within him; growing stronger - it's not enough to make him do the right thing.

His heart pounds at Kazutora's words, though. He's not allowed to sound distant like that... like he's barely clinging onto consciousness. It scares Mikey, and for a moment, he freezes up again, fearful that if he gets any closer to him, he'll end up with another bullet inside him. But the moment passes, and then he's pulling off his jacket, walking over and kneeling down to wrap it around Kazutora's wound.

"Put some pressure on it. You'll be fine. Someone will be here to treat you soon." Sending someone from Bonten to look after Kazutora seems like a bad idea, but he'll find a way to get an ambulance here - or maybe he should tell Bonten that he's an ally now, or...

You're not allowed to die. He thinks to himself, and the words feel right. After all - you're mine.

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Can You Do to Pass Your Finals?

Hello beautiful people! It is about that time of the year again where us students are struggling to meet deadlines & have to study for the dreadful finals. Well, I’m here to give you all some tips on how to pass your final exams this season. I will be using my True Heart tarot deck for this reading per usual. If you resonate with this reading enough to want to book with me, please read my guidelines and dm me for a reading! Without further ado, please select your academic weapon!

Left-to-Right: Pile 1-3 (Elle Woods, Dionne Davenport, Jade the Brat)

Pile 1: I feel like this pile really needs to consider having a study buddy. That would help you tremendously. Doing things like going back and forth to repeat formulas, coming up with sufficient answers for mock trials and practicing for a foreign oral exam with another person can be some of the things that you do. Study dates are absolutely necessary. I feel like you also need to change the scenery. Go somewhere that you’ve never been before, particularly near a body of water. And another thing that you can do to help you achieve academic success is chewing gum while you study. It’s scientifically proven that chewing gum can improve your memory & can boost your test scores (only if you put the effort in though beforehand lmao).

Cards Used: Death, 7 of Cups, Princess of Cups, Knight of Cups.

extras: being by the water. trees. hair twirler. fidget spinner.

Pile Two: I think the best thing that you can do is ask for assistance directly from the source. I feel like this is specifically for those who are struggling in their math or science classes. I get the feeling that you don’t want to take this class ever again. So, you need to get situated and fast. I feel like this pile may be going through a separation/breakup from their partner. It may be affecting your ability to focus on school. But it is best that you not only seek academic guidance from the source, explain your situation to them so that they can understand what you’re going through. They may direct you to some mental help. I feel like another thing that you could do is practice grounding exercises. Surround yourself in nature. Go bicycling or hiking. Go to a conservatory. Lastly, another thing you could do is go for a swim. I feel like you need to get moving. You need to get physical before/while you’re getting ready to study.

Cards Used: 7 of Cups, 9 of Discs, 2 of Cups, Judgment, Queen of Cups, 5 of Cups, Page of Cups.

extras: pull ups. heartburn. feeling helpless. “unusual.”

Pile Three: This pile feels very extreme. It’s a crucial moment in your academic career that could either make or break you, it seems. I think that this finals season determines whether or not you will have to go to summer school or whether you will get into that school. Maybe even going to the next grade or having to retake that particular class. So, you have to buckle in. I am seeing someone crack their knuckles and stretch out their neck. I don’t get the feeling that this is a traditional final. It could be a project or a paper that’s graded harshly. It could also be a collaboration. Whatever it is, I feel like your mother figure could help you a lot with this. She knows more about this subject than you think. Allow her to help. Another thing that can help you is reaching out to people who have done the same project as you in previous years or the semester prior. And lastly, take really good notes from people who are well-versed in this subject. They will come in handy & you won’t regret that you did it.

Cards Used: The Tower, 10 of Discs, The Lovers, The Moon, The Empress.

extras: “it’s gametime.” “appealing.” sweaty hands. marnie. beats headphones. deep breath in & out.

[ligerzeroschneider]

Zoids News (As of Nov 13th)

RMZ Saber Tiger Schwalz Special announced and up for preorder!

RMZ release Schedule:

RMZ-001 Blade Liger - Feb 2025

RMZ-002 Geno Saurer - Feb 2025

RMZ-003 Command Wolf - Mar 2025

RMZ-004 Helcat - April 2025

RMZ-005 Molga - April 2025

RMZ-006 Saber Tiger Schwarz Special - Jun 2025

Our first look at the Metamor Verse series:

"Sturm Unit" and a "Jagd Unit" Are being planned for the Adamus Machina AMZ-001 Berserk Furher figure.

Advanced Zi series AZ-09 Geno Saurer Painted prototype:

AZ-07 Death Saurer releases this month!

AZ-08 Molga is set to release Feb 2025

Upcoming HMM Zoids releases:

HMM Gurantula (Kotobukiya Shop Exclusive) - Dec 2024

HMM Heavy Arms Konig Wolf (Exclusive) - Jan 2025

HMM Storm Sworder - Feb 2025

HMM Dark Horn MPV - Mar 2025

HMM Guysack Former Republic ver. (Exclusive) - April 2025

HMM Reddra Zenebus Empire Ver. - April 2025

HMM Redler Guylos Empire ver. - May 2025

HMM Sturm Tyrann Berserk Unit set (Exclusive) - May 2025

HMM Godos MPV - Jun 2025

Note: Kotobukiya Shop exclusives are available from Kotobukiya's online shop (JP only at this time), however some international sellers may offer them as well.

And we got our first look at the HMM Salamander prototype!

Sources:

Kotobukiya Product List | Zoids Official twitter |

[sakuraryomen01]

The Wild Tiger Twins /Suku + Yuji x fem!reader/ .o1 ♡

warning: as the title suggests; tiger twins! . fantasy au . omega verse style (adding warning since this had to deal with heat/rut for the boys) . short story/fanfiction .

reader: fem! reader

plot: the life of a barmaid wasn't enough for you, it was boring and tiresome. wanting something better for yourself was almost like a dream before you come across this flyer. creatures spotted near the village with a reward big enough to allow you a better life. following your life for a scribe, you venture out beyond the wall.. not getting what you expected..

words: 2.374k

a/n: wanted to write something for my favorite duo so imma do this and hope you enjoy it! I also wanted to dabble in another writing style to see if it'd end up good too. So if it's a little stranger than my normal style, I apologize lol ♡

Growing up fearing the woods beyond the cities' borders, of all the creatures and the forest folk that dwells within the confines of darkness was like second nature. Believing all the stories and tales of the Peacekeepers, Elves, dwarfs, and Wizards.

That the darkness behind the walls was to not be trusted.

The little towns that populated themselves were almost all alone, stranded to fend for themselves as they traded goods and services with their closest neighbors.

Their King, one of the original Peacekeepers of the realm and great-great-great grandfather of the current ruler, had built the walls to keep them safe from the monsters that lurked inside the woods.

It was like his gratitude in physical form for all that bowed to him and worked for him.

Before the wall was built, the towns folk would be raided by wild animals and creatures that were almost freakish. Stories and legends of dragons and orcs that threatened the towns for their gold and food. Great wars were fought between the Elves and humans for dominance of the lands, demons crawling throughout the spaces of each for souls to harvest. The main city alone where the King lived with his family and more higher ranks mortals was an old battle ground that was claimed by humans.

Evidence of these terrible tragedies were written on the walls of each town, the additional villages surrounding them being the only ones to see the scars that they carried.

Claw marks and burns, large dents and newer rock being placed after each attack. While it had been about a few years, there was little to no sign of the forest folk. Only small attacks of the shipments from town to town, the little paths that lead through them being jumped for their food every so often.

But that was pretty much it. The only signs that something still populated the forest was the small attacks.

It was like living in a fairytale, but it was real. For you at least.

Having a fascination for life beyond the borders of the kingdom was like asking for your own death. No one but the Kings and Queens of the kingdoms and the knights or scribes were allowed to venture into the woods. To go and negotiate with their neighboring utopias to maintain the peace and tranquility of the world.

Something a little barmaid like you couldn't do.

You were stuck in your little world, wiping tables and filling orders for local knights and men that asked for a pint of ale. Getting up everyday from your small cottage that was housing your little brother and parents. Living your plain little life while your brother was training to become one of the knights, hoping to get transferred to the King's Court after he's become stronger.

It was like your family's little world of perfection and peace.

You were able to read and write, looked up to by the little ones of your former schooling house. The girls admired your talents while the boys aspired to be like your brother. Strong and smart, you and your brother were. A perfect duo for your mother and father.

Your brother, Flynt, was one of the lower ranked knights at this point in his life. Patiently waiting for his letter to transfer, to get away from this small town to go out and fight real wars and monsters.

Not continuously save your job from bar fights.

"This is the last time, Y/n," He muttered, wiping his hands off on his shirt. A few girls swooning over your brothers looks in the background, having just watched him put two drunkards out on their asses.

Again.

"I'm serious, I can't have any more marks. My captain is already considering dropping my transfer."

"I'm sorry, Flynt," You respond, cleaning up the mess on the ground in front of the bar. "How 'bout a free pint on the house?"

"Heh, make that two." Your brother wiggled two fingers in the air while you chuckled and went behind the counter.

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your brother's dreams. He had worked so hard and giving him more marks on his record was something that could easily destroy all his progress.

You picked up two large cups, heavy and equal in weight, and popped one of the tabs for your cheapest ale there. Despite you and Flynt being able to pay for exquisite wines and meals, you both liked the cheap stuff. That type of food was special for you both, and the flavors of the town's food was all you needed. Greasy, and sloppy.

"Thanks," Your brother said after you pushed his pints down the bar towards him. A loud clap as the cups hit his hand and he lifted one to his lips, taking a large gulp before taking a breath.

"How's your internship thing going?" Parking yourself near your sibling, resting your arms on the counter and letting your chin hang off of your fist. "Mum told me you were going to get a higher placement in the ranks next week. That's amazing!"

Flynt shrugged, wiping his mouth of the booze and sighing. "For someone that wants to just work for the Guild, sure. I want to be in the front lines."

You press your lips together and slap your brother's wrist with a click of your tongue. "Hey, just be happy! You'll be getting your transfer letter anyways, and having a higher rank now would be easier to place you in the army."

Remaining silent, Flynt looking over at you with a disbelieving look. But he nodded and continuing to drink his alcohol, ordering a small meal for himself while you got back to work.

That was your life so far.

Work. Family. Sleep.

A constant loop with endless repeats of themselves. Every once in a while something will come up that would spark a celebration. Once it was over though, you went back to doing your daily routine. It was dull, boring; nothing like you wanted it to be.

You wanted excitement, adventure. You wanted Flynt's life.

You wanted to proudly say you got to see the capital and visit the great lord of your country. To become a scribe for your King and serve him like a proper lady.

But you didn't. You were a simple barmaid.

One that was ready to settle down and get married maybe.

While that sounded all nice and dandy, it didn't sound all that fun. Finding someone in your village instead of being able to travel around for it was almost just as annoying as your current predicament. No stories to tell your future children how you met your husband, or any tales to tell for bedtime.

You didn't want to be boring.

Going home like normal that day, gathering your things and saying goodbye to your coworkers. Their smiles and kind words made you return the gestures before exiting the small watering hole for the townsfolk. You rummaged through your small bag at your hip, checking to see if you got all the little bits of your uniform before seeing something run by quickly in your peripheral vision.

It was dark out so whatever it was could've been a small cat or dog that wandered the alleys between the homes.

Your mind wasn't wandering much so you shrugged it off and looked back down at your bag before hearing something fall over. It sounded like one of the shipments from a few days ago to the tavern. Apples and other fruits were waiting to be put away so they ended up being left out while things were getting sorted out.

Maybe an animal knocked one of the carts over?

You sigh, closing your bag and heading over to the back of the building. Looking around for any culprit to blame, seeing no one in the dark alleyway and turning your attention to the fallen fruits. Kneeling to the ground and starting to gather some of them while the quiet chirping of crickets and other bugs became background noise.

It had been a while since something like this had happened, so you wondered if it was one of your coworkers sorting through the items that might've been to blame. Thinking of different reasons that the supplies were pushed over, your hand landed on a flier that had been dropped near the carts. You assumed it was advertisements for the tavern but it wasn't that.

On the top in bold ink was "Warning" and a subtitle saying 'creature spotted. rewards offered by the Guild!'

"..Creature?" You mumbled to yourself, looking over the yellowed paper and standing. Letting a few apples that sat in your lap fall to the ground and roll on the cobblestone.

The further you read, you came across a crude drawing of what appeared to be animal people. You couldn't quite tell what they were, seeing as it was just a shadowed outline someone doddled for reference. Scanning the ink, a shiver running up your spine at the information and looking at the reward offered.

It was enough to move out of town, to the capital.

It makes you want to go out and look for these creatures, to get that money and move away to the city. You'll be able to become a scribe, and have a life that was better than here. A smile lifted your lips as you finished cleaning up and putting the paper in your pouch.

Quickly fixing yourself and heading home, excited for whatever the future may hold. The promise for a better life outside of the walls was enough motivation for you. You imagined the place you'll be able to hold once you're allowed a little freedom. To walk the streets of the kingdom and scribble notes into a small journal, to carry a duty with you while you earned respect from colleagues.

Once home, you ran upstairs and past your mother and father whom were cooking that night's supper. "Ah, Y/n! Where are you—?"

"Going to get ready! Bye!" You said quickly, leaving them in stunned silence as your stomps up the steps grew quiet.

"..Must've had a good day?" Your father said, a confused look on his face as he glanced at his wife. "Nevermind her. Let's finish supper, darling."

You sat in your room, looking through a few books and pulling one from the shelf. Flipping through a few pages and looking at designs for the King's scribes. Their uniforms were based on the color of emeralds, white lacing and stripes along the main body with some rhinestones across the collar. There was a small, silver choker that was also a part of the uniform, a small little ruby in the middle or sapphire to tell what your position in the Order was.

This was something you looked at for years. Dreaming of wearing it one day for so long. Who knew it was so close?

All that waiting might be able to pay off soon.

"Get out of your room, it's time for dinner!" The pounding on the door surprising you, the voice of your little brother on the other side makes you grunt and stand.

"Ughh.. Fine, I'll be out in a minute!"

There was silence in return, so you took a few moments to stare at the picture for a little longer. The life of a scribe, it was so close.

One last shiver of inspiration flowed through your body as you closed the book and stood to put it up. Changing from your day's dirty clothes and unpinning your hair from its bun. Dressing in a nightgown and brushing the knots and curls from your hair. You quickly completed the task and ran down to dinner, seeing your brother already in his nightwear too.

He sent you a small smirk, looking over your clothes. "That's a bit childish, no?"

"Nightgowns are perfectly normal, uggo," You retorted, taking your seat at the table while your mother brought the food around.

Flynt laughed at this, sitting next to your father and continuing to sneer at you. The childish banter makes your parents giggle to themselves. "So, how was your day?"

"Y/n had another bar fight while I was visiting," Flynt said, starting to eat his meal and looking at your dad. Seeing an eye roll as his gaze shifted to you.

"Again?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was the same guys too."

"Y/n, you should look for a different job if that's the case," Your mother interjected, a stern tone to her voice as she shared a look with your father. "I don't want you to end up getting hurt over some bar fight. You'll be fired or your brother will be removed from the Guild over it!"

You sighed, this is how it always ended up.

Your mother started worrying for your safety, urging you to quit and get a better job. Your father soon joined and grumbled about how uncivilized the new generation was ending up. Another loop makes its way into your path to calm that excitement from earlier. Their voices began to buzz into the background, becoming soft chatter while your thoughts swirled around what to do.

Should you just get a sick day to go explore? How could you even get out to the walls? It'd take a while to get there.

As your thoughts continued to swirl, your mother brought in your favorite dessert. Giving small plates to everyone to split between your family before sitting and enjoying the sweet treat. Mindlessly eating the dish, your eyes began to get heavy with sleep.

Your body hits you with tiredness like any other day, forcing you to excuse yourself early to get to bed and wake up the next morning. As your family continued to chat away about your brother's achievements, you made your way up the stairs and quickly climbed into your bed.

The plush pillow was fresh and clean along with the sheets and blankets. Smelling like lavender and other assorted wildflowers, you nuzzled into your little nest and peacefully whisked off to sleep. Dreaming about the life you want to live, walking around the capital and sorting documents for the King.

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a/n: links will be provided below to the future chapters/parts of this mini story. it's going to be like headcanons too, eventually. i hope you guys enjoy it while i'm working on the next chapter of Valentino

|| part 1 . part 2 . part 3 . part 4 . part 5

[chaotic-zora]

Introducing my zora oc, Thresh (Short for Thresher, ironic I know. I got attached to the placeholder name).

Pronouns: They/Them/He/Him

Height: 6 ft 7 in.

Species: Thresher Shark/Tiger Shark

Coloration: Dark purple, lavender stripes, white belly, red eyes/fins

Profession: Warrior

Facts:

-Specializes in hand-to-tail combat

-Little brain to mouth filter (Blunt)

-Has a huge scar on his crest (post The Event)

-In love with his "Best Friend" Nyvor

-Not naked I swear (workin on their armor)

Dislikes:

-Maps (can't read em, poor sense of direction)

-Horses (almost got trampled once)

-High places (post The Event)

Collection: [NYVOR] [DISTRACTIONS]

Character/Lore Dump:

Thresher is proficient in hand-to-tail combat and commonly wields hand daggers, weighted rope (to lasso and subdue opponents), and a bow and arrow. If their opponent has a unique/impressive fighting style, Thresh will attempt to analyze it and merge it with his own combat style. The opportunity to learn new techniques is what Thresh enjoys most about combat, and as a result they are well versed in over a dozen different styles. He views loosing as a learning opportunity (humble).

During fights he'll whip his tail to disorient/ward off opponents (thresher shark genes woohoo). The act can leave nasty bruises, and he ties leather strips around his tail to make the blows worse. When the opportunity arises, he'll disarm opponents by striking their wrists with his tail. When done right this can cause an opponent to involuntarily drop their weapon.

Though intelligent in combat, that's about the extent of what they can do. He has a terrible time learning anything else, can't lead, and won't follow orders that go against his morals. It's why he never earned a title beyond "renowned warrior" within his Domain. He is outgoing, rowdy, and deeply in tune with his instincts.

He's in love with his best friend Nyvor, who's a healer. Unfortunately for him, weeks before Thresh planned to declare his intentions to court Nyvor, the "Event" occurred.

The Event: Thresh murders a corrupt Noble.

For nearly a decade a corrupt Zoran Noble has been causing Thresh's Domain to fall into disarray. Due to the Noble's high standing, they have repeatedly escaped prosecution, and Thresh, sick of their bullshit, decides to take the matter into his own claws.

Unfortunately, Nyvor catches him in the act. However, instead of reporting Thresh, Nyvor purposefully takes the downfall for the murder.

'Even now....he treats me gently....'

This is all Thresher can think as they watch Nyvor pluck the soiled blade from their hand. His motions are slow, and there is a gentleness to Nyvor's actions that betray his hidden affections towards the smaller zora. If Thresh was not so overwhelmed with confusion, perhaps they would have noticed, but alas, this was not the case.

"What are you doing, Nyvor?"

The clatter of armor echoes faintly in the distance. Guards are approaching, and they are early with their check in rounds.

"Protecting you."

Thresher's breath stills in his chest. They watch, striken, as Nyvor moves towards the corner of the room, and brandishes their own weapon against them.

"Stop. Stop please."

Nyvor's smile is kind. Loving. And his voice is soft. A stark contrast to his intimidating stature.

"It's okay Thresh. Everything is going to be okay."

Eveything is not okay. Nyvor gets sentenced to death by cliff face (thrown over a cliff into rocky waters below). No one believes Thresh when they state they were the one who murdered the Noble, not Nyvor, who cleverly twists the facts to ensure the blame remains solely on him.

As punishment for defending Nyvor, Thresher is tied up and forced to watch Nyvor get knocked out and thrown over the cliff. In one last desperate attempt to save his friend, Thresh escapes his bindings and flings himself after Nyvor.

He uses his body to physically protect Nyvor's head, and upon impact, gets knocked out. Miraculously they both survive, but get separated in the current, and Thresh wakes up washed ashore on the outskirts of Hyrule, alone, and lost. Thus begins his journey to find Nyvor.

I have a lot more art brewing for these two.... more lore to come with Nyvor's side of things.

Shout out to my beloved partner @vaquero-azul-art for helping me with anatomy. Thanks babe.

[lesbianboyfriend]

can i ask for lesbian book recommendations 🥹🕺

yeassss ofc my love <3

erm and obligatory disclaimer for any who might read that i don’t think “queer” or “lesbian” is a necessarily coherent category of books or adequate descriptor for a novel which is why i’ve also provided the actual genres here (sorted into which ever one i felt best fit) and descriptions. and these books have much more going on than just being about lesbians. however all books are undeniably awesomer with lesbians so yayyyyy

FANTASY:

-the salt grows heavy by cassandra khaw: fantasy horror; murderous mermaid and plague doctor come across a cult of children (could be read as not lesbians bc one character is nonbinary but i choose to read as. lesbians)

-the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo: political fantasy; monk unravels the tale of exiled empress’ rise to power

-when the the tigers came down the mountain by nghi vo: political fantasy; monk unwinds the tale of a tiger and her scholar lover to prevent other tigers from eating them (stand alone sequel to empress of salt and fortune)

-ship of smoke and steel by django wexler: ya fantasy; girl has to steal a ghost ship to save her sister’s life

-the mermaid, the witch, and the sea by maggie tokuda-hall: ya fantasy; pirate falls in love with one of the ship’s hostages, a girl being sent to an arranged marriage against her will

-tremontaine created by ellen kushner: political fantasy; there’s a lot going on in this one okay just trust me that it’s really good esp if you love political intrigue (this was released serially and is easiest to acquire an electronic version)

-the deep by rivers solomon: fantasy/spec fic; African slave women thrown overboard gave birth to mermaid-esque descendants. one holds these traumatic memories for her whole people and must grapple with that pressure

-wild beauty by anna-marie mclemore: ya magical realism/fantasy; a family of women who can create flowers and whose lovers always tragically vanish fight to keep their land and to unravel the mystery of a strange boy who appeared

-siren queen by nghi vo: historical magical realism/fantasy; girl’s rise to stardom amidst the monsters of hollywood back in the days of the studio system

-gideon the ninth by tamsyn muir: sff; um. how to explain briefly. gideon wants nothing more than to leave the ninth house, but her nemesis harrowhark needs her sword skills to pass the emperors trial and become immortal. sure. (caleb i know you’ve read this just adding for any other viewers yayyy)

HORROR:

-white is for witching by helen oyeyemi: horror fantasy/magical realism; a house with women in its walls calls to miranda silver while the people she leaves behind struggle to make sense of what happened to her

-plain bad heroines by emily a. danforth: historical horror; when filming a movie about the macabre history of a boarding school, its past starts to become the reality for the stars and author of the novel it’s based on

LITFIC:

-girl woman other: contemporary litfic; the intersecting stories of Black british women told in verse

-nightwood: classic literary; i feel like i can’t describe this one well but nora and jenny are obsessed with robin, whose penchant for wandering and inability to commit drives them crazy. toxic dyke drama at its best

-the thirty names of night: lit fic; transmasc syrian american unravels the history of artist laila z who encountered the same rare bird his mother saw right before her death and realizes their pasts are intertwined

-under the udala trees: historical lit fic; coming of age set against the backdrop of civil war in Nigeria, two girls from different ethnic communities fall in love

-everyone in this room will someday be dead: contemporary lit fic; that moment when your ocd lands you a job at the catholic church even though you’re an atheist and also your relationship is falling apart

-stone butch blues: historical lit fic; butch lesbian realizing and grappling with her identity throughout the 40s-70s

-the color purple: classic lit fic; story of two sisters separated in their youth—one is forced into an abusive marriage and falls in love with her husbands mistress, wondering what became of her sister

-oranges are not the only fruit: semi-autobiography with slight fantasy elements; exploring growing up lesbian in a deeply religious pentecostal sect

SCI-FI:

-the weight of the stars: ya sf romance; aspiring astronaut is forced into friendship with a girl who waits on the roof every night for radio signals from her mother in space

-the seep: sci-fi/spec fic; what if aliens invaded and formed a hive mind of everyone and also your girlfriend turned into a baby again. wouldn’t that be fucked up

-the stars are legion: political science fiction; an awakes with no memory amid a group of people calling themself her family who claim she is the only one who can save their world

-not your sidekick: ya sci-fi; superheroes are real and they fucking suck

SHORT STORIES:

-sarahland: contemporary/spec fic short story collection; various stories about people named sarah

[lovelytsunoda]

welcome to wherever you are (the lore behind the verse)

'sup guys, here is the long awaited post about the very real lore behind the welcome to wherever you are series! i am a big fan of music from the eighties, specifically rock and new wave. i was really inspired to write this series shortly after learning about the life and times of inxs, a band i have loved since i was a kid listening to 'the stairs' for the first time. this is a very niche special interest area, and i feel like sharing the lore would really add to the series. so, without further ado, the real life history behind one of my favorite reader inserts. the lore is under the cut :)

y/n elodia heaven hutchence, was two years old when her father, australian rock god, michael hutchence took his own life in a sydney hotel room. while his death occurred in 1997, and lance stroll was born in 1998, i have adjusted (and been purposely vague) about his time of death to make the ages for the story line up. she was raised by her single mother, and eventual stepfather paul, with the help of her father's ex-bandmates, kirk, gary, tim, andrew and jon. of the four, she's closest to kirk for reasons she can't explain.

given her father's popularity in australia, comparisons were not easy to escape. she leads a very private life, away from the prying eyes of the gossip magazines. every few years, she carefully composes a statement that she releases to the press, giving minor, inconsequential life updates.

now, it is important to note that while the basis of this au is based in real life, almost all of it is fiction. the true story of michael hutchence and the people he left behind, including daughter tiger lily, is sad.

here is a link to an article by the new zealand herald that talks about his downward spiral, brought on by a massive brain injury he suffered in the early nineties. as a result of this injury, he was left unable to smell or taste. he also lost his ability to regulate his emotions, and was prone to angry outbursts, a sharp change from a man who friends had said was calm, lively and full of spirit.

helpful links about the life and legacy of michael hutchence: inxs wikipedia page, michael's wikipedia page, podcast episode on michaels death, inxs' first interview since the death of micheal hutchence

to this day, saxophonist and guitarist kirk pengilly maintains that micheal spoke to him in a dream just days after his death, with the singer saying ‘I’m alright now, you don’t need to worry about me any more’

it's stated that micheal had a fear of not being loved, and a confirmed fear of growing old. i'd like to think that these are traits baby hutchence shared with her father until she met lance.

despite being australian by birth, micheal was buried in los angeles, where his mother lived. he is buried in the same cemetery as matthew perry. baby hutchence has never visited his grave.

lance and y/n would have met through a friend. and by friend, of course I mean kirk. kirk and his wife would have gone to a grand prix, and when kirk first laid eyes on lance, he had a gut feeling that he was a good fit for yn.

their first date would have been low key, on the beach at sunset. a picnic followed by a trip out on tim’s boat (before tim lost his fingers in a fishing accident).

they were married two years later. andrew thought they were rushing into it too fast. gary and kirk thought that when you know, you know (they also have four divorces between the two of them, so what do they know?)

all y/n and lance knew was that they were truly and madly in love, and that’s exactly where our au starts.

for those who want the full inxs story, please consider watching ‘never tear us apart’.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 55

prompt: fairy tale elements

fandoms: hq, mdzs, merlin, tgcf, yoi

hq

The Golden Chapel by Heronfem

(mature)

Arms and the man I sing,—not as of old The Mantuan bard his mighty verse unrolled, But in such humbler strains as may beseem Light changes rung on a fantastic theme.

Or, a Knight comes in search of the Golden Chapel to finish his quest. The Chapel's guardians and trial makers finish theirs as well.

mdzs

the sleeper's gift by iliacquer

(graphic depictions of violence)

“When you were a baby, I claimed your life and your death,” says Wei Ying. “Before your nineteenth birthday, you’ll prick your finger on something sharp and fall into a sleep like death. No mortal man or woman will be able to wake you. I’m sorry.”

He doesn't sound sorry.

Or: The fairytale retelling where Wei Wuxian is Maleficent and Lan Wangji is Sleeping Beauty.

Turn Left by kianspo

(mature)

“Make me so ugly that no one will ever want me,” he says. “Please.”

Or: Lan Wangji is kidnapped from the Lan Clan when he's still a small child. He retains no memories of his real identity, and only knows himself as a servant at Madam Ji's brothel. When the clients begin to look at him with interest, he finds someone to curse him and take away his true appearance, and with it any chance of ever finding his family.

(Not a brothel fic, that's only the starting point. A Wangxian story. A Twin Jades story.)

the rivers start to sing by fruitys

(mature)

Just when the sun has risen high enough to shine its weak rays through the little window, the man wakes up. Wei Wuxian is waiting for him, the iron cooking pan held tightly in one hand and Xiao Pingguo perched on his shoulder. Crows always look a little menacing, Wei Wuxian thinks — he hopes he cuts an intimidating figure now, with his crow and his cooking pan. He’s too skinny, not as strong as he used to be, and he doesn’t have a sword. But he has the Stygian Tiger Seal, tucked safely into one of his sleeves. He doesn’t need physical strength for that. Now he adjusts his grip on the pan. “Who are you?” he demands. The man blinks at him, runs his eyes up and down the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. They’re very pale, almost gold. “My name is Lan Wangji.”

Or: Wei Wuxian is locked in a tower. Lan Wangji finds him.

green sleeves growing cold by mistergoblin

Something flickers in dark eyes. A responding lick of flame. Lan Wangji cannot put a name to it — but it angers him, angers him as does the small satisfied curl to Wei Wuxian’s mouth, as does the shameless pout which replaces it.

Lan Wangji cannot understand him.

Lan Wangji cannot control him.

Lan Wangji is going to be driven mad.

(In which, to keep her son safe, Madam Lan creates a curse)

merlin

The Frog Prince by Clea2011

Canon era AU. A teenage Arthur is hit by a mutation spell intended for Uther. Unable to speak and hidden away by his father because of his appearance, Arthur is left lonely and isolated. A few years later Gaius takes on a new apprentice, someone who can understand Arthur and see through the enchantment. Someone with magic.

But breaking the spell was never going to be easy.

tgcf

Memento Vivere by IceEckos12

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Though Jun Wu’s expression was drawn with sympathy, his eyes were apathetic as he watched Xie Lian thrash in the dirt. “What a monstrous thing you tried to do, Xianle,” he murmured, letting his hand drop to his side. “What a terrible, monstrous thing.”

In one universe, Xie Lian makes a request, and Jun Wu agrees.

In another universe, Jun Wu changes the terms.

The Bride Selection by trufflehargau

Xie Lian held up the flyer, and squinted at it through the eye-holes of his mask. Beneath the words ‘Join the Selection! Be the Ghost King’s Bride!’ the sweeping eaves rendered in wobbly black ink matched the silhouette of the building in the distance. Paradise Manor. The Ghost King’s home.

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...The Princess and the Pea retelling? Set before the events of the novel. The Ghost King of Paradise Manor is selecting a bride. Xie Lian doesn't really know what he's doing there.

and at last, i've found my light by astrocosmos

For sixteen years, all that Xie Lian could see of the world was confined to the small windowsill of a forgotten tower—that is, until a lanky man with an eyepatch and a crooked smile came crashing right through it, disturbing the life of solitude he thought he had accepted long ago.

or; the tale of a lost prince and the one person who never stopped searching

yoi

perigee, apogee by seventhstar

Once upon a time, there was a thief who stole the prince of the moon.

hood & glove by Fahye, hawberries

"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

the dream that you wish will come true by seventhstar, sixthmoon (seventhstar) 

As the prince, whose isolation made even the single fiddle and informal dance of a party of servants overwhelming, observed them from the side of the room, a young man with dark eyes and dark hair approached him.

“Excuse me,” he said to the prince, his cheeks flushed from the wine. “Would you like to dance?”

The prince had danced without a partner for the whole of his short life.

“Oh,” the prince said. Within him a single bud began to bloom. “I would.”

A prince locked in a tower, a dancer without a partner...and a witch without love.

[wuxiaphoenix]

Writing Monsters: Parasyte vs. Xenomorph

Monsters are fear. What do you want your characters to fear? And what fears do you want them to conquer?

On the surface the two fictional monsters seem very similar. Parasytes and xenomorphs are alien parasitic organisms, out to kill, maim, and otherwise wreak havoc. Predators on humans, too fast, strong, and sneaky for any ordinary soul to stop. But the ways they’re used in their individual stories are very different.

Odds are anyone reading this blog is familiar with the xenomorph. For those who might not be, a quick recap. Sometime in the future, the human crew of a cargo spaceship finds a crashed alien ship, investigates, finds a long-dead alien pilot who died a gruesome death, and a cargo hold full of eggs. One of them hatches... this turns out to be Very Bad for everyone on board, with the possible exception of the cat.

The xenomorph combines the terrifying lifecycle of a tarantula hawk with the size, strength, and stealth of a tiger or great white shark. It hunts humans down... not to eat them, but to take them back alive to the nest to incubate more xenomorphs. So you get a two-fer of horror: being hunted down, and then imprisoned and eaten alive.

(Oddly enough this last is where my suspension of disbelief fails, no matter how much I root for Ripley in Aliens. You can’t create new mass out of nothing. And you can’t sustain mass on nothing. What are the xenomorphs eating to grow from chestburster to full size? What are the adults and Queen eating? Granted, later offspring can be eating leftover corpses of the victims, but that doesn’t explain how the very first adults survive to get past larval stage!)

Possibly fewer of you are familiar with Parasytes, from the manga Parasyte by Hitoshi Iwaaki. I recc’ the anime Parasyte: the Maxim, I hope it’s still on Crunchyroll. (There’s also a new TV series coming out based in the same ‘verse, Parasyte: The Grey.) Short version: One still night, odd spores fall from the sky, releasing wormlike creatures that invade and take over human brains... and then people start turning up gruesomely murdered.

The fear a Parasyte evokes is not just a predator that wants to eat you, but body horror. (Oh man so much. I’m warning you, it doesn’t bother me, but....) On top of that, it’s the terror of, I thought that was another human being and it isn’t. They could be anyone. They could be your next door neighbor. They could be you.

And worse, they’re an intelligent horror. Yes, they have an instinct to devour humans. But they don’t have to do that to survive. (Unlike xenomorphs.) They can choose not to kill. They can certainly choose to murder quietly, where no one else will know....

Two different parasitic aliens. Very different fears. The xenomorph, for all its alien features, is one more big sneaky predator on humans. Once we know it’s there, humans have tried-and-true responses to Things Trying to Eat Them. (Kill It With Fire being one.) The Parasyte, in contrast, brings up, how do you know what’s human? What is a human? In the original manga a serial killer is recruited to catch Parasytes, and takes the chance to get terrified cops and soldiers to kill regular humans; while a Parasyte chooses to die to protect the human child she gave birth to. Which of these is the alien? Which is the enemy?

What fear do you want your characters to face in-story? Think of that, when you make your monsters.

[deathfavor]

BAD & NEUTRAL ENDING VERSES ( GOOD TO BE ADDED LATER )  + AU VERSES Because I don’t have a verses page for muses yet so shhh for now this is a post for Kazutora’s  here. and yES I KNOW I DON’T HAVE THE CANON VERSES TAGS. I’ll get to them. Eventually. But those ones are established & known by name so its okay they don’t need the tags as desperately since we all know those ones as they follow canon. like any time, you’re welcomed to request any verse (canon or these ones) with memes / starters / inbox calls, just say so !

I’ll update with good ones too i promise. i gotta think up tags for them which is mainly why they aren’t here yet.

᛭   —   [VERSE: NEUTRAL END 1]  tyger  tyger  where  do  you  roam

A verse for where Baji survives Bloody Halloween, and is set in the immediate aftermath of Bloody Halloween while he’s still younger (as opposed to Bad Ending 1). Kazutora still tries to flee out of regret and horror and evade everyone and anyone who might know him. Although, he does send a letter to Baji before he tries to disappear in the chaos. Unfortunately (or fortunately) some people are not so willing to let the tiger run himself on the path to hell.

᛭   —   [VERSE: NEUTRAL END 2]  without  sun  or  moon  where  do  you  turn

BAD TOMAN SPECIFIC - While it will mainly focus on the aftermath of Chifuyu’s death as a continuation of the canon past what we see, any canon Bad Toman threads will go here too due to the fact it leads to Chifuyu’s death. (An AU of Chifuyu surviving will be in Good Endings).  With the last person who hasn’t abandoned Kazutora gone, where does he turn now? All he can think about is how it’s another death on his hands, even if indirectly so. Still, Kazutora tries to push through for the sake of both Baji and Chifuyu’s memory and to fix Toman.

᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 1]  your  claws  are  always  dripping  blood  

Follows canon UP UNTIL BLOODY HALLOWEEN. Kazutora stabs Baji, but Baji survives. Horrified at his own actions, Kazutora’s mental stability crumbles further and he flees. He does write a letter to Baji, but he refuses to show his face and cuts communication. And from there, Kazutora falls further into darkness. He never goes to jail, and the blood on his hands grows and grows. People know better than to mess with the tiger roaming the city. [CAN LEAD TO BEING A PART OF ANY BAD FUTURE GROUP OR INDEPENDENTLY OPERATING]

Notes: Primarily takes place when 18 or any time older so several years PAST the events of Bloody Halloween and established he’s fallen further into darkness. He’s been careful to do his best to avoid reunions with old faces besides those from Valhalla. However this CAN be altered to Baji still dying but he never went to juvie.

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᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 2]  tiger  chasing  death  till  the  end  of  the  road

BONTEN SPECIFIC -  Kazutora knows he’s hunting down death when he seeks to find Mikey. But a hunt is not a hunt without blood spilt. Kazutora decides to plunge back into the familiar darkness and old connections to get information. The violence all comes back fast, as if it has only been sleeping. Not it’s awake again. And maybe, just maybe, there’s an old familiar face willing to offer him a hand, for his own amusement. (It’s Hanma, of course.) But sometimes you need the devil’s hand to get what you want. Just don’t get lost in the dark, right? Easier said than done.

Notes: Bonten threads or request doesn’t guarantee this verse so you’ll need to request if you want this SPECIFICALLY (or i happen to choose).

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᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 3]    lick  violence  off  your  fangs  and  smile  

BAD TOMAN SPECIFIC - (CAN BE ADJUSTED TO BAJI’S SURVIVAL - in which case he’s just an upper executive of Toman) 

Therapy and time in prison was supposed to help. Supposed to. And Kazutora tried, he really did. But surrounded by violence in prison kept him in the survival mindset, and he couldn’t let go of it. When he got out, Hanma was there to greet him and draw him back into the violent beast that Toman had become while he was gone. Now he serves as a higher ranking member of Toman yet again. 

CONSIDERATIONS: MAYBE bad ending verse for bajitrio in bonten or bad toman too, who knows. 

᛭   —   [VERSE: PIRATE]  hoist  the  colors  high  for  your  freedom  [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

  Valhalla's own good luck tiger. Kazutora Hanemiya serves as Shuji Hanma's second in command for the pirate group known as Valhalla. He is most often on the main ship, The Headless Angel, as the Quartermaster and is easily identifiable by the tattoo on his throat.  . He’s known to be extremely dangerous with a penchant for torture to those who are unlucky enough to be prey to the Headless Angel. To the crew however he’s often quite relaxed and playful, frequently participates in games and songs and drinks. He is not afraid to put them in their places or to ensure they obey Hanma’s will, though such times are few and far between. On occasion he will lead one of the other ships. In port, he’s often to get chatty in taverns or explore the city and doesn’t often make a scene unless someone else starts the fight first or provokes him.

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[tiptapricot]

Hey! While I encourage donating in general, I also am currently opening donation commissions. Dm me proof of any $5 or more donation to any of the organizations below the cut/organizations currently supporting/providing aid to Palestinians, and I will write you a short 500-1000 word piece on a prompt or request of your choice.

I can’t do OCs unless I’m very familiar with them due to the faster nature of these, but I am open to any of the following fandoms:

Moon Knight (show or comics), Into/Across the spider-verse, Mortal Kombat (general but most familiar w games 9-12), DC comics media (with most familiarity being for the Batfamily, the DCAU continuity of shows, Batman Unburied/Riddler Secrets In The Dark, the legion of super heroes 2006, and the Batman 2004), The Mandalorian and/or the original Star Wars trilogy, Tiger and Bunny, Bill and Ted, The John Wick franchise, Wolf 359, and The Lost Boys 1987.

I am open to explicit prompts and will be more lenient in my preferences, however I won’t make hateful content or content I am uncomfortable with. Please ask if you’re curious! Turn around time may vary on these but I will continue to have them open and complete them to the best of my ability for as long as I can.

And please donate to the organizations below if you are able, whether that be through a donation comm from me or just in general (either way is totally cool, it happening is the important part and I am offering this myself so if you are interested please reach out!) Also please please look into any local, national, and international efforts available to you to lobby for your government to work towards a ceasefire and stop the genocide currently happening. There are actions taking place all around the globe, and the best time to get involved is now.

[quaggyday]

Choosing mitski songs for the strawhats

Tw for the strawhats in general I guess, just in case (Also going in backwards order)

Jimbei: A horse named cold air

I think the lyrics and the slow pace of the song fit him. The idea he started out as a brash fast paced horse who ran like a storm fit his more brash personality when he was on Fisher tigers ship. The line "A pond with no fish" could also represent the suffering his people have gone through. The sin could be the mistakes he's made and Jimbei having to accept them and understand the next step he should take as a pirate.

Brook: A burning hill

The piano and the entire song is about grief are what do it for me. Brook knowing he had to watch then live with the sorrow of his crews death and being everything about it at once, the lost and the found- the watcher and the being. But he decides to still be clean and walk out and enjoy life because its what he can do and its what he will do for his friends and for Laboon.

Franky: Why didn't you stop me?

The first verse gives off the impression of Franky himself asking why he ended his dreams, why he didn't stop to think about the consequences of his creations. The electric guitar and the empty spaces of music also leave room for Franky not needing to repeat what he knows about himself. The second verse could be either him or Iceburg trying to talk to each other and finding it hard to understand who they are- brothers or enemies. Paint it over also reminds me of Franky trying to paint a new version of himself or paint the Sunny for his dream.

Nico Robin: First love/Late Spring

First love is simply Robin's first time since Ohara being able to love, and Late Spring is how late its come. Crying like a tall child is similar to her epithet of devil child and her unresolved trauma. She hopes and hurries that the strawhats can leave her because their love is so much, so new- its too much for her to hold all at once. She had to behave far older then she was as a child and going home is something she doesn't want if it means harming her family. One word from the government will be the decider of what she does, but the straw hats words are what make her stay with them.

[authorchan13yeager]

Flower in video game

Something I love in video game is the use of flowers in them.As a florist (cause yeah that's my real job besides posting stupid memes and then disappearing for months) I love seeing some flower species in some games and I like it even more when creators decide to create their own species so I can try to find their ''in out world" counterparts.

In Undertale we have the ''Golden flowers''

Golden flower that I like to identify as Buttercups

It's the most obvious one since it's canonically accurate and it's looks the same.

Some others flowers from game that I love a lot share the same shapes and it's so obvious to know what they actually are.

So we have the ''Yellow flowers'' from final fantasy 7 , the ''Lunar Tears" from Nier automata (Nier saga/Drakengard) and the "Silent Princess" from Zelda respectively.

Beside sharing some emotional importance in the lore and being used as power up or/and heal object.It's actually inspired from the same flower.(Even people who don't know much about flowers know this one)

Here comes the lily's

I think this one is the most obvious one but I've also found some real counterpart for the Silent princess.

The blue tiger variety is the closest one that looks Exactly like the ''Silent princess".

I found this one a bit tricky and it's The Delicate Flower from Hollow Knight

This one looks like a basic flower and at first I honestly thought of it as a chrysanthemum

Since those the Delicate flower is associated with death and grief (Because of the secondary quest of Hollow knight that wears the same name as the flower, you have to put one of those one the grave of a child).In real life, Chrysanthemum are often the kind of flowers that you saw on graves and are often used for this kind of events.

BUT (because yeah, there's a but)

It doesn't look quite the same and peoples seems to find the perfect real counterpart.

The flannels flower, it's looks pretty the same. (Even the shapes of the petals match!)

Now for those waiting for me to talk about kingdom hearts well...

There's no really any created flower in kh.

Of course we have Marluxia, the recurrent use of Roses or some other flowers on some keyblades.

I could also talk about those flowers that no one cares in the background of some worlds

I could also sit down and theorising for years about the "Kairi's flower crystal heart thing" (oh look another lily in a cool game !)

And I could also talk about the fact that Xion have her name directly inspired from the Shions, a variety of Asters. (This panel hurt)

And I could also talk about the capital importance of the Dandelion in Union X as much as peoples than as flowers

(Looks he's literally holding one !)

And of course I could talk about Strelitzia

Strelitzia are also known as "Bird of paradise". (Paradise= After Death = Quadratum= Kh4)

But there's no really any ''created flower'' that exist in the kh Verse but there's a hope.

The paopu fruit

This one is pretty symbolic.But I tried to search a real counterpart for this fruit and Bingo! Here's the star fruit.

(It actually look as a star only if it's cut.)

Since you should know, fruit comes from flowers so what does the star fruit flower look like then ?

It looks like this ! So now we have a small idea of what a Paopu flower must look like !

[unpopularvivian]

Incorrect Ttte Quotes 179:

The Crayon Song But Diesel Fucking Ruins It:

*Intro music plays as Rosie nervously stands there*

Rosie: 🎵 Hello kids! I'm the color red! And I brought my friends to you teach about them! 🎵

Rosie: 🎵 They're the colors of all the things you see. And red is me, the color of awesome things! 🎵

Rosie: 🎵 Like hearts, and roses and Mars! But most importantly... 🎵

Rosie: 🎵 Love! 🎵

Diesel. behind Rosie: Blood.

Rosie: 🎵 Love. 🎵

Diesel: BLOOD.

Rosie: Love...

Diesel: BLOOD.

Rosie: Love.....

Diesel: BLOOD.

Other characters: Hooray!

James: 🎵 Hi! I'm orange like mac and cheese! Let's name other orange things now if you please. 🎵

James: 🎵 You got pumpkins and tigers and the desert sand! 🎵

James: 🎵 Monarch butterflies! 🎵

Diesel: Prescription bottles.

James: *Silently pissed* 🎵 Are your orange friends...🎵

James: 🎵 La, la, la, la, la, la, cheese! 🎵

Diesel: Pills.

Other characters: Hooray!

James: What are you doing!?!?!?

Diesel: What I was born to do.

Daisy: 🎵 As you probably guessed, yellow's pretty fun! 🎵

Diesel: Jaundice!

Daisy: 🎵 You can find it on a bus.🎵

Diesel: Jaundice!!!

Daisy 🎵 Or the rays from the sun! 🎵

Diesel: Jaundice!!!!!

Daisy: 🎵 If you ask me, yellow's pretty fun! 🎵

Diesel: Liver failure!!!!

Daisy: *Annoyed* 🎵 If you like yellow and sour, then try a lemon! 🎵

Diesel and Daisy: JAUNDICE!!!!!!

Daisy: DANG IT!!!!

Henry: 🎵 I once ate a bug that was the color green. 🎵

Henry: 🎵 But the ER said it was a poisonous thing. 🎵

Henry: 🎵 That explains why I threw up green. 🎵

Henry: 🎵 And inside that green there were: 🎵

Henry: 🎵 CHUNKS 🎵

Henry: 🎵 OF 🎵

Henry: 🎵 GREEN!!!!! 🎵

Henry: 🎵 I bet you wish you hadn't listened to green!!!!! 🎵

Henry: Hooray!!!!

Thomas: Why didn't you change that one?

Diesel: I liked that verse.

Thomas: 🎵 The ocean is a place where many- 🎵

Diesel: Nightmares live.

Thomas: 🎵 Creatures live... It's a deep blue sea- 🎵

Thomas: 🎵 And it's mysterious... 🎵

Diesel: And it'll kill you to death!

Diesel: 🎵 Especially if you are Titanic! 🎵

Diesel: So let that sink in, pun intended. :)

Henry: Hooray!!!

Edward: *Pushes Diesel out of the way* Don't blow this for us man!!!! Come on!!!

Edward: *Exhales* 🎵 Purple is the color of many pretty things from a lilac- 🎵

*Edward screams as he get tased by Diesel while the others stand and gasp in shock. *

Thomas: Dude!!!!!

*James quickly pulls Edward's unconscious body away from the stage.*

Paxton: 🎵 I guess it's my turn... There are brown things like dirt... 🎵

Paxton: I-Uh. Can't remember the words...

Paxton: Please don't hurt...Me...

Diesel: >:)

*Paxton gets tased by Diesel as everybody, including Edward who's awake now, look at him in fear and surprise. *

*Rosie drags Paxton into the corner as the others are frozen in fear.*

Henry: Hooray!!!!

Duck: *Tries grabbing the taser out of Diesel's hands* WHITE THINGS INCLUDE!!!!

Diesel: *Dodges Duck* All broken bones!

Duck: *Charges towards Diesel* AND DOVES AND PAPER!!!!

Diesel: *Dodges Duck again* And rabies' foam!

Duck: *Gets chased by Diesel with the taser* There's IIIIVVVOOORRRYYY!!!!!!

Diesel: Worth a lot of money! If you want to buy some, then email me!

Henry: Hooray!!!!

Diesel: *Gives Henry a death stare*

Henry: Hooray! Hooray, hooray....

Diesel: Black is the color emptiness. I feel it in my soul cus I'm an emotional mess...

Edward: RAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

*Edward runs and jumps into the air, kicking Diesel in the face thus, knocking him out.*

Edward: TAKE CARE OF THE BODY!!!!! SHOVE HIM IN A KID'S NOSE OR SOMETHING!!!!!

Rosie: BACK TO NORMAL!!!!!

Everybody: Yayyyyy!!!!!!!! (Yayyyy.....)

Toby: 🎵 I'm the last crayon in the box you see! 🎵

Toby: 🎵 And the color that they assigned to me: 🎵

Toby: *Furiously points at his costume* IS THIS!!!!!!

*The audience laughs and cheers loudly before clapping happily*

Toby: *Serious* Just think about that! For one moment.

Edward: *Pats Toby's shoulder to try to make him feel better*

Toby: *Slaps Edward's hand* Get your hand off of me!!!!