#bdrpwrimo2020

[lachlann-macnab]

009: Zwischenzug

Task #13 (Write a crack!ship au for one of your characters) and #19 (Flip The Script: Change one DRASTIC trait about your character and write a one-shot).

@professorofcrimeratigan

The zwischenzug is a chess tactic in which a player, instead of playing the expected move (commonly a recapture), first interposes another move posing an immediate threat that the opponent must answer, and only then plays the expected move.

Lowering his guard wasn't necessarily something double-o nine was particularly keen on doing, specially not when playing in other's territory. He had one thousand reasons (all of them more dangerous than the previous) to stick to his tried and true ways, even if that generally meant causing G a headache and having him cursing in his ear.

You see, when double-o nine didn't have his way and had his mind completely in the game, bad things happened -sometimes that meant having another agent suddenly fall dead, sometimes that meant property damage, sometimes that meant a couple of broken bones, one time that had meant blowing up some Mexican historical sites (funny vacation, that)-

-sometimes it meant being injected some dubious substance right in the neck while he was trying to avoid being stabbed by a beautiful but untrusty lady, then waking up tied to a chair while a dozen of henchmen watched and whispered something in various languages (one of which he vaguely recognized as Farsi, but he wouldn't bet any money on that, since it had been a good while since he'd last visited Iran).

That's what he got for trusting Red Feather. Oh, well! You live, you learn.

"Afternoon, gentlemen" he said, even if his voice didn't make his suave demeanour any justice (whatever they had injected him was to blame for that, but he wouldn't complain about it just yet) "I seem to have lost my jacket- I don't assume any of you knows where it is?"

The henchmen whispered frantically between themselves (unsure as how to deal with the question or the agent) before some of them moved, making way for their boss.

"Ah, Professor" double-o nine said, his smile a little more sincere at the familiarity the man (dangerous as he was) offered "looking good as ever. I would get up and greet you properly, but you see, my hands are tied"

And they were.

The Professor had brought that terrible pun upon himself, really.

#t: 009 Zwischenzug #c: Ratigan #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimojean #/The only thing I regret is not being able to actually call him Double-o-Duck #/competent; suave LP will probably be the end of me

[oh-phineas]

Since U Been Gone | Phinnip (10 Years Later)

#27: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun

Somehow, Phineas always landed on his feet. 

Even after the hot sauce subscription service startup went under. Even when his developer friend quit on him because the AI-dog-breed-identifying app hadn’t raked in the kind of money in the first few months that Phineas had promised. Failure was just a bump on the road to success, and in the meantime, Phineas could fall back on freelance work, building websites for people and tutoring uni kids. Good thing he had taken all of those coding classes when he was at Ptide U.

But that was not going to be forever. He had an even better idea, and that was why he was going to the Swynlake Secondary Annual Reunion. You never knew which of your classmates had suddenly come into some money and decided to be a venture capitalist, right?

Like Pip. Wow, what was he up to? He had always been such a big shot in secondary, and then he and Phineas lost touch basically as soon as Phineas graduated. Maybe he had really made it as a Broadway actor. Did Broadway actors even make a lot of money? Even if they didn’t, Phineas was curious. Not everything was about money, of course. Even if Phineas had brought a folder full of charts and numbers promoting his new startup idea.

“Pip!” Phineas grinned, clapping his former classmate on the back. “What’ve you been up to, man? It’s been so long!”

#i love time jump threads #i will probably do more of these #i said i was gonna do this later and then i just got excited ok #pip #future!pip #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020 #future!phineas

[aquata-the-champ]

Emoji of a Wave | Aquatina (Flashback: 2010)

Bournemouth was Aquata’s favorite place in the world. It was better than swim camp, even, with its beaches stretching out for miles and its salty smell and the promise of weeks without anything to worry about except for who could find the most seashells. And the water. So much water. Lately, Aquata felt like she spent more time underwater than on land. The past few years had been really hard and everyone had their own way of dealing, and Aquata’s was swimming. So she treasured every minute she got in Bournemouth.

Attina had her own way of dealing too, apparently, but to Aquata, it just seemed like she was being a pain. Always keeping tabs on everyone. Always bossing everyone around. It made it harder for Aquata to sneak away to swim like she always had and somehow they always ended up fighting.

But they were in Bournemouth. Things were different at the shore. They had to be.

“Hey, I’m gonna go for a swim!” Aquata announced as she walked into the kitchen of the beach house, towel over her shoulder. “Like, if you wanna come or whatever,” she added, noticing Attina there.

@attina-the-responsible​

#sorry for the john mayer song title #i couldn't think of anything and it seemed fitting #shoutout to this gif hunt of only 2011 zoey deutch gifs doing the most for my flashback needs #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo

[sanmononoke]

Elevator Music Intensifies || Kristan

The fact that she was in the middle of town surrounded by people who probably didn’t want her there gave her enough anxiety. And she had to get inside a small moving contraption on top of that? San just wanted a way to earn her keep. Sure, Merida wasn’t making her pay to live in the castle, but San needed money to do anything else. 

The she wolf stepped into the metal box and nodded at her fellow citizen also entering. She didn’t press any buttons. In her defense, she didn’t know how these things worked. And to be perfectly frank, she was just going to ask anyone working there for a job. The floor didn’t matter. The lift lurched and she closed her eyes, somehow only feeling the floating sensation made it worse. Opening her soft brown eyes, San saw the lights flicker for a split second. And with her superior hearing, heard the faint laughter of a trickster ghost child. All of a sudden the box lurched once again and stopped moving altogether. Lights powered off. 

“What’s happening?” she huffed in a panicked tone. 

@lostinthewoods-kristoff 

#elevator music intensifies #kristan #this will be fun #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimokit #bdrpwrimo2020

[charmed-henry]

Tunnel Vision | Penny

12. Plot a thread with two characters who do not know each other where they have to solve a problem

Henry knew he should have been suspicious that something was fishy about this “scavenger hunt” when the student running the event led him and Pacifica through several confusing corridors under the Student Union building. Sure, the dark and labyrinth-like quality of the hallways made it a good place for the scavenger hunt, but Henry was imagining something a little more... aboveground. But he was determined to learn how to navigate all parts of the school, and maybe make a new friend in this intriguing American girl, so Henry went along with it.

“Good luck!” the student said abruptly and pushed the two of them in a random room, then disappeared. 

Henry looked down at the paper in his hand with the list of items they were supposed to find. “Er, I suppose we should get started, then?” he said, and walked over to the door to try the handle. It didn’t budge. “...Did he just lock us in here?”

@northwestxprincess​

#pacifica #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimo12

[hector-sayinggoodbye]

Bonnie & Clyde || Hemelda

Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟Day 27 —  Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!

@riveraofstorms​

Somewhere in Mexico, six-ish years ago

This club was way too rich for Héctor’s blood. He was used to playing dingy little dive bars (and used to drinking in them too), those hole-in-the-wall type places that, even though they should’ve been closed down by the health inspector years ago, still served some good drinks and gave you a good time. Places where the bodies were crammed in and the drinks sloshed all over the place, as people tried to make room to dance, not... this.

A swanky, upper-class kinda joint that was reserved for businessmen and mid-tier cartel figures, where usually someone plunked away at a piano for hours on end whilst people chatted about stock prices and... well, Héctor didn’t even know. He did know that he had been very, very lucky to land this gig, playing soft, bastardized acoustic covers of old banda songs. It was sort of soul destroying, but the pay was good, and hey — he had free access to the bar.

And the bar was exactly where he was going at the end of his set, his guitar case in hand, a spring in his step. He’d just gotten his envelope full of cash and he was very much looking forward to spending it (though honestly, he would save some of it, he wasn’t that irresponsible — he had a dream to fund, here), though he was more than happy to get a little tipple for the road. He propped the case up against the bar and leaned against it himself, smiling at the cantinero behind the bar. 

“Tequila, por favor.” He said, just as he felt someone step up beside him, waiting for their turn to order. The barman’s gaze flicked over to them, and then flicked back again, doing a double take so comical it made Héctor turn to look, too, only to be met with potentially the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met. 

Once he’d picked his jaw up off the floor, metaphorically of course, he tried to play it cool. “Add whatever the lady’s having to my tab.” He nodded, turning to look at her. “What’s your poison?”

#( t; bonnie and clyde ) #bdrpwrimobee #bdrpwrimoginny #bdrpwrimo2020 #hemelda #i've been waitin on this one.... turn it up #also i figure its 6? ginny tell me if my maths is wrong

[the-smartest-mallard]

And THEN we go back to Spain || Hock

Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟Day 3 —  Plot an AU with a partner    ∟Atlantis/El Dorado AU (you’ll get it my dudes dont worry)

@littlcdvl​

Huey hadn’t known what to make of all this.

A journey to find the lost city of Atlantis. A journey to find a city that might not even exist, given that it had been lost for centuries, and even before that it had been little more than a myth. Huey had done the research, he had read the stories, looked at the ancient tablets, any source he could get his hands on. From all his reading, it seemed as though the city of Atlantis had been a story, and nothing else. Why the myth had changed, why the city had become lost in the first place, he had no idea. Maybe there had been too many people stumbling around the forest, getting into trouble trying to find it. Maybe people had gotten tired of the old stories and wanted something new.

They were going to find out either way. They, being him and Lock. 

He knew Lock, of course. He knew him, but only just. They were acquaintances, and very little more; if Huey had been asked to pick his own partner for this kind of an expedition, Lock wouldn’t even have been on his radar, not really. And yet here they were, in the middle of the jungle, trusting each other not only to get the job done, but not to get lost or kill the pair of them either. 

Huey had the map. It was very old, and it wasn’t at all very detailed, but it was the only source they had. If they had picked the wrong starting point, they were going to get lost. If they misjudged their markers, the large stones, the twisted trees, if they thought they saw them too soon or too late, they were going to get lost. So he was doing his best, but he was at least a little concerned. He pushed his glasses up his nose, and consulted the map again.

“We should be coming up on a small lake,” He remarked, glancing around. The foliage was thick; would they even see it? “Might be more of a lagoon, in fact, but anyway— we need to follow the shore round to the right, and then carry on straight.”

#( t; and then we go back to spain ) #bdrpwrimobee #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimoginny #shout out to ginny for The best idea ever

[mrsrcbinscn]

Congratulations on completing BDRPWriMo!

Here are the gif pack links for the BDRPWriMo winners! These are exclusive gif packs that I am only posting here and will not post on my RPH blog.

MK - Zira - here

Pet - Jake - here

Lins - Pacifica - here

Jean - Launchpad - here

Bee- Marie - here

Emma - Tiana - here

#bdrpwrimo2020

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟ Day 15 — Write a story using either Tweets or entirely in texts between characters

Yup, it’s a ghost story. Ish.

#bdrpwrimobee #bdrpwrimo2020 #hehe #the format is clapped but i dont care

[missxspider]

The Good, The Bad, The Awkward Pt. 1 || Susiana

2. Plot a thread that takes place in one of Swynlake’s businesses with a mun that you don’t currently have a thread with.

Susan’s dark eyes darted around the eclectic decor at Hatter’s while she waited for her ‘date.’ Even the word itself brought on a wave of anxiety to the succubus. It wasn’t that people made her nervous, or that she didn’t think her date would go well... honestly, it going well is what scared her. She could never be with such a sweet woman like Tiana Truitt. She had so much going for her, a blossoming career and new restaurant, a pretty face. 

The reserved woman knew this was set up by interested parties. “You’re a beautiful woman, Susan. You need to get out more!” She rolled her eyes at that. If only they knew... Pulled out of her negative reverie by a bell ringing, she looked up and smiled instinctively.

“Tiana. It’s so good to see you, you look wonderful.”

@almosttiana​ 

#the good the bad the awkward pt 1 #susiana #I plan on having a string of dates so thats why this is pt 1 #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimokit #bdrpwrimo2020

[lachlann-macnab]

Let’s fly away

Task #27: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!

@the-middle-mallard

The colder the mornings were, the more difficult it was getting out of bed, specially during Fall and Winter, when the warmth under the blankets was way, way too good to ignore or to part with.

This early morning wasn't all that different and had things been any different, Lachlann would have stayed in bed of a couple of hours more -but, no, today he was a man on a mission and promptly sneaked around the house as silently as he possibly could (because he didn't want a certain someone to try and use common sense and try to stop their plans from happening), closed the main door as slowly as possible as to avoid causing any sound that could wake up the person that barely even sleep in the first place and-

-jumped and almost screamed when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was in the process of losing his mind when the other's hand placed itself above his mouth and managed to silence him just in time.

The other's smile never changed, even if he'd gotten a bit taller since they'd first met, and that made Lachlann smile widely once he'd regained his composture. He wanted to give Dewey a proper 'hello' and hug him until he didn't have any air left on his lungs, to tell him how much he'd been missed during his brief absence and the many fun ideas he'd had during that time -but since he still had the other's hand on his mouth, Lachlann couldn't do any of that.

Instead he searched in his pockets for a very special set of keys and jingled them a little, which was message enough.

#t: Lets fly away #c: Dewey #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimojean #/Stealing the keys to one of Scrooge's planes LIKE A BOSS

[aquata-the-champ]

Dig a Little Deeper | Aqualana

24. Time Capsule: your character has dug up a time capsule that they buried ten years ago. What is in it? 

Aquata knew that it was going to be a busy day for her Google calendar, but there was one item on it she definitely didn’t expect: a little note that said, “Dig up time capsule in backyard with Alana.”

She didn’t even remember making the event. Well... if she thought about it, she did kind of remember making a time capsule at one point. It was back in the hazy memories of her early adolescence, a time characterized by fighting with her coaches and fighting with her sisters and, most specifically, fighting with Alana. A lot. It was what happened when you shared a room with someone who was basically in the same deep, dark phase of teen angst and grief as you were and neither of you really knew how to talk about it.

But there had been good memories, too, a lot of them. And now that Aquata thought about it, she could recall a winter afternoon when, bored and sitting around the house, the two had been encouraged by Benjamin to do something with themselves. Maybe a time capsule. And because they were bored at TikTok hadn’t existed yet, Aquata and Alana had gone through with it.

What the hell, Aquata thought, and dialed Alana’s number. “Are you free right now?” Aquata asked when her sister picked up. “I think you actually left some more stuff here.”

[fit check]

@alana-the-badbitch​

#alana #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimoemma

[oh-phineas]

11. Create your own class for Pride University. Who teaches it? Come up with three assignments 

Course Name:  ENTR 2333: Breaking into Magickal Markets Instructor: Dr. Cristina Garcia Phone: [phone] Email: [email protected] Office Location: Pride Castle, Deavor Memorial Business Library, No. 115 Office Hours: Mondays 11-12, Wednesdays 15-17

Course Description: For far too long, the business world has ignored a growing market in the UK: the magickal market. While Swynlake is England’s only Magick-friendly town, the demand for products and services specifically designed for Magicks is growing across the UK and around the world. In this course, we will explore the challenges and opportunities that come with breaking into the magickal market, examining examples of specialty products geared toward certain magickal identities and discussing the ethics of using magic in advertising and promotion. As a course within the entrepreneurship concentration, by the conclusion of the semester, you will have designed and presented your own product that incorporates Magick culture in its marketing mix.

Credits: 10 Semesters: Spring 2021 Prerequisites: ENTR 1000: Intro to Entrepreneurship; MKBU 1200: Marketing Principles Co-requisites: None Method and Frequency: Lecture, breakout groups Method of Assessment: Final project (50%), midterm paper (25%), weekly discussion posts (15%), participation (10%)

Assignments:

Weekly Discussion Posts – Before class each week, you should contribute one current news article to the online discussion board, relating it to class content Midterm Paper – Due 10 March. You will research and write on a product that succeeded in the magickal market, whether intentionally or unintentionally.  Final Project – Due 26 May. Within a group of 3-4 other students, you will develop and present a product that will appeal to a magickal market. 

Reading Materials:

O’Connor, Alexander – Entrepreneurship: 2nd Edition

Other readings per week can be found on the class portal.

#yeah i made a BUSINESS CLASS and what about it! #posting this on phineas because he would take this #someone bring pride u some business students so we can make fun of them #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020 #shoutout to mk for the template

[charmed-henry]

BDRPWrimo #1: Sonnet

I’ve studied Venus rising from the waves And I’ve seen Victory with her ripp’ling wings I’ve watched angels fly ‘cross ceilings of naves But sensed incompleteness in all of these things

I’ve wandered in forests and sailed the seas I’ve prayed in cathedrals where kings have knelt But no place in its transcendent beauty Compares to how, when I met her, I felt

I’ve scour’d the dictionary end to end And underlined all the beautiful words But none could compare and none could transcend Her beauty, by half or even by third

So instead, I write of, words plain and clear, My heart enchanted, my feelings sincere.

Happy birthday, Ashleigh.

-Henry

@ashleigh-inyourdreams

#in which henry tries to impress a girl with how worldly and cultured he is #some of these rhymes are rlly a stretch but u know what henry is not a writer lol #let's say this is from a few days ago #happy birthday ashleigh! #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020 #ashleigh

[the-smartest-mallard]

All these memories || Huriel

Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟Day 27 —  Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!

@ariel-the-rebel​

Swynlake, 2031

Huey slipped out of the back of the cab, his feet hitting the cobbles, and he took a deep breath.

Swynlake. Once again.

He hadn’t been back here in... well, longer than he’d like to admit. He’d moved away for university and that had been it. A PhD in New York, a fellowship in Sydney, and finally a teaching position a little closer to home, this time in London, and yet he still hadn’t really thought to come home. 

Because some distance from Swynlake had shown him just how terrible the place had been. Of course he’d met some wonderful people there, but he really had been risking his life every day he’d been there. Strange dreams that he could still remember down to the small of details, a town meeting that always ended in disaster, and more nights full of chaos than he could count one both hands. It was a miracle he’d survived to make it to university, and another miracle that he’d managed to make it out. Why on earth would he ever want to go back?

And yet, here he was. Because he was hoping that coming back would make the nightmares stop.

Every night for two weeks now he’d had the same dream. He was walking through a forest, and the sun was setting. It was getting darker and darker, and the foliage was becoming thicker and thicker, and there was someone following him. Someone reaching out, about to touch his shoulder, a cold chill on the back of his neck. The words help me whispered so softly they could be mistaken for the wind rustling through the trees.

And usually, then, he woke up. And though it would seem like it could be anything, absolutely nonsense, he knew that forest. He knew it so well, he had no doubt where it was.

Enchantra.

So Huey was back, wearing a backpack that had pretty much everything a human being could need and holding a flashlight, approaching the edge of the forest. But the closer he got to the treeline, the more he realised that, not only was there a person there, but there was a person there that he recognised. A person that he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“Ariel?”

#( t; all these memories ) #this has mad it chapter 2 vibes #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimobee #bdrpwrimoginny

[littleprincesa-isabel]

BDRP Wrimo Task #4:

Plot a thread that takes place in one of Swynlake’s businesses with a mun that you don’t currently have a thread with.

Wait, Weren’t We Here For Shoes? || Isalius

@mrrcbinson

Isabel was making a quick stop to Zapatos Rivera to buy herself some sneakers. It was a bit of a before her birthday splurge gift to herself, since her birthday was right around the corner and she did love a brand new pair of sneakers, so why not?

And what better place to find shoes then Zapatos Rivera?!

Of course, it was her day off. She wouldn’t do personal shopping on the clock. She really liked Ms. Imelda and would never disrespect her in that manner. Plus, she also loved the job, so she wasn’t about to do something that could get her reprimanded. 

The brunette stepped into the shop, waving an enthusiastic hi to Clara before heading in the direction she needed to go. It was while looking at her options that she accidentally bumped right into someone, the journal she had been carrying in her arms dropping and flipping open.

The page that was now showing was her blueprint for the drone she had been creating, but before even thinking to grab her journal, she looked up to see that she had bumped right into Cornelius Robinson. Yes, she definitely knew who Cornelius Robinson was!

“Perdon! I am so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking and I obviously should have been. Sorry!” 

Did her journal fall on his feet? She really, really hoped that it didn’t because she already felt so terribly humiliated.  

#bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimokiara #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrptask #corneliusrobinson #bdrpcornelius #isalius #wait weren't we here for shoes #I was too lazy to find a gif #and I figured this could be set before the friday night event #bc currently Isa has a sling on one of her arms haha #and is still in the hospital recovering