Betty And Her He/him Wife Simon

A Holy Roman Empire fan art that originally was suppose to be part of a fancomic but it didn't happened

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The Lorax Musical Rewrite: Act 1, Scene 1

Look, just assume that for this first scene, everyone is singing unless indicated otherwise. Also, listen to “Thneedville (Demo)” before reading, so you can know what they are actually singing. Btw, I didn’t write the song, I just planned out the stage directions and other details not related to lyrics.

Act 1, Scene 1:

Setting: Thneedville

(Lights slowly go up on an empty stage as the beginning of “Thneedville (Demo)” starts playing. On stage are the buildings and streets of Thneedville, or at least the basics. All the buildings are broken and crumbled, and everything is a slightly bleak color)

Ensemble

In Thneedville

It’s a brand new day

(As the ensemble begins to sing, they gradually enter the stage, acting out daily life. All are dressed in far too many clothes, and some are holding shopping bags filled to the brim with random objects)

Ensemble

Can’t see the sun

But we like it that way

(Ensemble pauses what they are doing before turning their heads towards the audience)

Ensemble

Here in Get-More-Than-We-Need-Ville

(All go back to what they were doing)

Ensemble

In Thneedville

Where the buildings are broke

(Where the buildings are broke)

And the streetlights drop

And the chemicals flow

Little Girl

(Standing front center stage) I just went swimming, and now I glow! (Runs offstage)

Ensemble

(All put their hands on over their hearts and face towards audience) Just one place has stayed the same

The hill that bares our founder’s name

A tradition we maintain

Random Man

Soon to become a pizza chain!

Ensemble

Pizza chain!

Pizza chain!

(Everyone goes back to what they were doing before Mr. O’Hare enters from upstage right and walks grandly over to upstage center, followed by a bodyguard. All turn to Mr. O’Hare)

Ensemble

(Cheerfully) Oh look it’s Aloysius O’Hare (Aloysius O’Hare)

The man who

Bottle up fresh air

And became a zillionaire!

(All lights on stage go off except for a spotlight on O’Hare, who has walked to center stage)

O’Hare

(To audience, as though telling a secret) Everyone round here works for me

I sell them something they should get for free

We’ll live in perfect harmony!

(All stage lights come back up and all surround O’Hare)

Ensemble

In Thneedville!

In Thneedville!

Hip hooray! Hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!

(All stage lights begin to go dark with the cast exiting the stage as a spotlight lands far downstage left, and Ted comes onstage to stand under the spotlight. Ted addresses audience for the rest of the song)

Ted

All I ever wanted is a whose-it

I would never flaunt it

Oh how I’d use it

Everybody has one

Like Jared and Julie and Jim

And even Ronald Shnook has one

And nobody’s lamer than him

(Lovingly) And I would play with it all day (Play with all day)

And never ever lose it (Never lose it)

Cause all I’ve ever wanted is a whose-it

(Hesitates) Except-

(Runs to downstage center, spotlight following him)

For the time that I wanted a scooter

A cell phone, a trombone, a laptop computer

A sports car, an SUV, robot that looks like me

A broadsword, a surfboard, a gas powered sled

Little pet monkey that danced on my head!

But this!

This is totally different!

Cause all I’ve ever wanted in my life

Is the stuff that I

Don’t have

(Stage lights come back up as the ensemble re enters stage and dance their instructed choreography. Ted doesn’t join them, instead staying in place as he looks straight at the audience or slightly upwards, depending on director’s instructions)

Ensemble

In Thneedville, it’s a brand new day!

Ted

All I ever wanted is the stuff that I don’t have!

Ensemble

Can’t see the sun

But we like it that way!

Here in Get-More-Than-We-Need-Ville!

Ted

Want it terribly!

Ensemble

In Thneedville!

Ted

Want it horribly!

Ensemble

You’re never alone

Ted

All I ever wanted is the stuff that I don’t have!

Ensemble

Because you always

Got the stuff that you own

Ted

Where is the stuff that I

Haven’t had?

Ensemble

Here in Spend-Until-You-Bleed-Ville!

Growing-Like-A-Weed-Ville!

Please-Don’t-Mention-Greed-Ville!

We’re happy here in

Thneedville!

Another Terence fanart i have to save for my fanfiction

Tridimensional Room

Now the penny has sunk in for me, Germany has really always been alone and will be for longer

Untitled One Shot

This is a snippet of a long one-shot I’m writing, imagining what would have happened if Germany was definitely not HRE and in fact now a day there were 3 Germanic brothers: Prussia, HRE and Germany (I’m NOT trying to be historically accurate here by any means). HRE would have gone back to Italy, and Germany would have met Italy as “his brother boyfriend”. 

“Good Morning Germany”  a musical, energetic voice grated against his ears, and Germany winced as he walked in the kitchen, realising the only other nation already awake in the house was North Italy.

Unusual, as the Italian was usually the last one up when he slept over. 

Italy seemed to be cooking breakfast. The entire kitchen had a mouthwatering smell of croissants, there was a jar of Nutella on the counter, and the Southern European Nation was working on some scrambled eggs. 

“Good Morning Italy” He replied politely, trying his best to not show how much he regretted walking in the kitchen at that very moment.

“Would you like some eggs?” Italy asked, adding what looked like bacon (Pancetta his brain corrected him, Italians do not eat bacon) to the eggs.

Germany wanted to say no, and was about to, when his stomach made a loud grumble. The food smelled amazing. Italy was not a perfectionist in many things, but damn he could cook anything. 

Italy laughed at the sound. Musically, wonderfully, lifting his amber eyes to meet Germany’s light blue ones. A beautiful smile lit up his whole face. Germany immediately moved his gaze away from him. He could feel his cheeks starting to redden. 

Italy did not wait for an answer, and quickly grabbed a plate from the kitchen cabinets to serve the German some eggs. Somehow he even pulled out freshly squeezed apple juice.  “My favorite” Germany thought bitterly. He hated how the Italian knew him so well. But how could he not? He practically lived at their place.

“Here we go” Italy pushed a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs with pancetta and cheese, a piece of fresh baked bread and a glass of apple juice towards him.

Germany sat by the marble kitchen counter, eyes still avoiding the Italian at all cost.

“Danke schön” he murmured, starting to eat. Delicious. 

“Why are you up so early?” He asked, sounding more accusatory than he meant to. Italy did not seem to mind his tone.

“Your brother has been working so hard this past month. He has been so busy managing all the EU meetings and the upcoming Holiday events… I wanted to spoil him on his first day off” Italy replied sweetly, turning  on the heat under the coffee moka. “I’ll bring him his favorite breakfast in bed to start the day right”

Germany felt his own throat tighten, and he drank the apple juice quickly to think of any answer. “That’s…” He struggled for words “… nice” he concluded uncertainly. Gosh was he always this lame in the morning? “I hope so” Italy beamed, like he just complimented him with great enthusiasm rather than the monotone he used instead. The moka whistled. Italy poured 3 cups of espresso, putting one next to Germany’s apple juice.

“Well I’m off! Have a great run” Italy wished him warmly, pulling out the croissants from the oven and setting all the ready food on a platter before starting to head out of the kitchen.

Germany did not reply, but let his gaze linger on the retreating form of the Italian.

Really those short pyjama pants did nothing to hide his lean, long legs. 

Lean, long legs that were walking straight to his brother’s bedroom…

He swallowed a piece of bread, feeling himself blush again and forcing his gaze back to the eggs.

He was not hungry anymore. Let me know what you think. PS- English is NOT my first language. I welcome all grammar correction as long as you’re polite about it ;)

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