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hiccanna-tidbits · 1 year

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Jackunzel February Special Week 2 - Summer Impromptu Road Trip Getaway

Jackson Overland Frost just got his driver’s license, and he is determined to use it irresponsibly.

When his mom impulsively gifts him the rusty old bucket of screws she was originally planning on selling, he decides this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A once-in-who-knows-how-long change for an escape from his boring little hometown. He gathers up every last penny he’s earned from summer jobs and plans the most epic cross-country the world has ever seen.

...okay, perhaps not the most epic. The most epic cross-country road trip on a teenage shoestring budget the world has ever seen.

And who better to take than his lifelong best friend, especially when said lifelong best friend has been wishing for months to get a break from her insanely overbearing mom?

Rapunzel doesn’t know what she’s expecting the first night of summer vacation, but it certainly isn’t Jack pulling up in front of her house at 1 in the morning and telling her in an excited whisper to “pack a suitcase as fast as she can.” It feels like a scene from an action movie--“there’s no time to explain, just get in the car!”

And who is Rapunzel to refuse the call to adventure in her very own coming-of-age indie epic?

Besides, her...feelings for the mischievous scamp she’s known since elementary school have been shifting lately. She’s always been comfortable and relaxed around him--entirely herself.

But now there’s something else, too. Her heart races when he accidentally touches her. Her stomach gets full-on vertigo when he hugs her. She finds herself being more obsessive about fixing her hair, more meticulous when planning her outfits.

She jokes to Anna that it’s the newly-died white hair. It’s such a striking contrast from the unassuming chocolate mop of their childhoods that of course it would make her feel an inexplicable shift in their friendship. It’s jarringly novel, and of course she’d be anxious that Jack trying on something so different might lead to...well.

To him drifting away. Becoming a new person she didn’t recognize. Leaving her behind as he grew into whoever he was meant to be and realized he just wasn’t the same guy she smeared finger paint on in their kindergarten class anymore.

But Rapunzel doesn’t think she’s anxious. She’s not really worried Jack’s planning on ditching her--not after they’ve made it this far together.

If anything, what’s stirring in her is more excitement than fear. Anticipation for something she can’t quite place.

They drive off into the night, leaving behind everything they’ve ever known. Rapunzel decides the weird cushiness she’s been feeling in her stomach is a problem for her future self. After all, she’s only trapped in a vehicle for a week plus with the very same guy who’s been giving her strange tingling sensations as of late--what’s the worst that could happen?!

And so the trek begins--from Yosemite to the Grand Canyon, from the Rockies to the Appalachians. Being led on ill-fated detours by incompetent GPS systems. Stopping for ice cream to undo the distress caused by said GPS systems. Spontaneously stopping and hiking 7-mile Pacific Northwest trails to burn off the ice cream calories. Crashing at run-down motels in the middle of nowhere, their neon signs flickering and buzzing like dying fireflies.

And maybe Rapunzel’s going crazy, but she swears that Jack can feel it too. This...new energy between them.

His gaze lingers. He looks for excuses to pat her hand and hold her fingers. His arm finds its way around her shoulders even when he isn’t drunk (his cheaply-made fake ID works much more than Rapunzel expects).

It’s hard to deny the sheer newness of it all--the strangeness. Perhaps it isn’t a bad change. But there’s something a little overwhelming about accepting that their friendship can never really go back to how it was. Things can never be quite the same again.

They can never be the same because of that evening on the ferris wheel, hundreds of miles from home.

It’s just past sunset when the ride gets stuck. It’s funny at first, the thought that they expected anything else from podunk county fair in rural Ohio. Then a quiet serene washes over them, taking in the cool dusk air and the sound of crickets and the glimmering town lights below.

Then he turns to her, and his eyes glint with roguery and starlight. Suddenly, she knows he understands.

And she does too.

They end up lip-locked, unable to get their hands off each other even when their ferris wheel car reaches the ground and a very annoyed ride attendant ushers them out the gate. They hold hands all the way back to the motel, and they fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

Rapunzel only manages one coherent thought, staring up at the stucco ceiling and beaming so wide her cheeks hurt.

Now I get it.

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Tfw you just wanted to write a fun little vignette about Jackunzel summer road trip shenanigans...and then you accidentally dived in to the existential dread of growing up and the inherent fear of changing relationships, even if it’s a change both people want ^^; BUT HEY, is that not the draw of Friends to Lovers, My Most Beloved??? Where’s the fun in it if it doesn’t shake things up a lil when they make the change from friends TO lovers??? Like!!! Dating someone and being friends with someone can be pretty different, but the overlap is also fuckin epic, if you can make it work!!! 10/10, would recommend, from my VERY limited amount of experience escaping the friendzone lmfao

Anyways, if I had a few more concrete ideas I’d write a one shot out of this--because I truly do love AUs where Jack and Rapunzel just go like “eh fuck it” and yeet out of town on a road rip without warning XD I just think they deserve to go sightseeing and sing really loud to the radio on the open road!!! As a treat!!!

Actually very very pleased with how this came out though <3 The ferris wheel, the middle road trip-y pic, and the Rapunzel hiking pic I’ve been wanting to use in a moodboard for ages :O And now!!! They can all help Jack and Punz go on adventures lmao Also I highkey wanna visit the forest on the bottom left but I don’t know whERE IT ACTUALLY IS DAMMIT The site I saved it from didn’t say lol

Aaaaand now I’m just rambling because damn it I want a cool indie coming-of-age road trip where I explore fun, pretty places and find myself and fall in love ;______;

Moodboard pic credits available upon request, as always!

#jackunzelfs23 #jackunzel #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #moodboard #aesthetic #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #road trip au #tangled #rise of the guardians #rotg #crossover

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maskedblackfox · 1 year

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Cloud’s list of Trans Headcanons 2023

(includes nonbinary and “MOGAI” genders)

(MOGAI is in quotes here, because it’s actually another version of the “Queer” label, but people *cough*transphobes/truscum*cough* like to list anything that isn’t strictly binary trans people, especially more “complicated” gender identities as “MOGAI genders”, and i don’t need truscum harassing me over my headcanons, no matter how “simple” or “complicated” the label may be)

Also, this goes without saying, but TERFs are not allowed

List under the cut

DanganRonpa

Chihiro Fujisaki-Trans boy

Leon Kuwata-Trans man

Mondo Owada-Trans man

Kiyotaka Ishimaru-Demiboy

Byakuya Togami-Nonbinary (or gender apathetic)

Kyoko Kirigiri-Demigirl

Sakura Ogami-Demigirl

Celestia Ludenberg-Lunarian

Toko Fukawa-Fingender

Mukuro Ikusaba-Genderfluid

Hajime Hinata-Demiboy

Nagito Komaeda-Bigender

Gundam Tanaka-Trans man

Kazuichi Souda-Polygender

Twogami-Genderfaun

Ibuki Mioda-Demigirl

Jataro Kemuri-Gendefluid

Miyaya Gekkougahara-Trans woman

Pokemon

Erica-Trans woman

Daisy-Trans woman

Bill-Trans man

Falkner-Trans man

Will-Agender

Karen-Trans woman

Tate-Solarian

Liza-Lunarian

Maxie-Trans man

Pheobe-Demigirl

Roark-Demiboy

Fantina-Genderqueer

Lucien-Nonbinary

N-Genderfluid

Cress-Genderqueer

Elesa-Trans woman

Iris-Trans girl

Roxie-Trans girl

Caitlin-Demigirl

Grimsly-Trans man

Emmet-Trans man

Ingo-Trans man

Beauty Trainer Nova-Trans woman (Canon)

Alexis-Trans woman

Clemont-Trans man

Valerie-Trans woman

Olympia-Demigirl

Gladion-Demiboy

Illima-Trans guy

Mallow-Trans girl

Mina-Demigirl

Dulse-Trans man

Gordie-Trans man

Leon-Trans man

Nessa-Trans woman

Avery-Bigender

Ash’s Pikachu-Demiboy

James-Bigender

Meowth-Genderfluid

Goh-Nonbinary

Adaman-Trans man

Iscan-Trans man

Cogita-Demigirl

Penny-Demigirl

Geeta-Trans woman

Grusha-Trans guy

Rika-Demigirl

Merriam-Trans woman

Steven Universe

Rose Quartz-Trans woman

Amethyst-Polygender

Lars Barriga-Trans man

Shep-Nonbinary (Canon)

Stevonnie-Nonbinary (and intersex) (Canon)

Smokey Quartz-Bigender

Disney

Marluxia-Demigirl (Kingdom Hearts)

Zexion-Agender (Kingdom Hearts)

Race-Trans guy (Newsies)

Maui-Demiboy (Moana)

Scamp-Trans guy (Lady and the Tramp 2)

Della duck-Trans woman (Ducktales 2017)

All of the dragons in Kumandra-Nonbinary (Raya and the Last Dragon)

Pascel-Trans guy (Tangled)

Ugo-Trans man (Luca)

Raine Whispers-Nonbinary (The Owl House) (Canon)

Edric Blight-Trans man (The Owl House)

Hunter-Trans man (The Owl House)

Masha-Nonbinary )The Owl House) (Canon)

The Collector-Demiboy (The Owl House)

Eberwolf-Bigender (The Owl House)

Voyd-Trans woman (Incredibles 2)

Baliyo-Trans man (The Lion Guard)

Dipper Pines-Trans guy (Gravity Falls)

Mabel Pines-Demigirl (Gravity Falls)

Anne Boonchoy-Trans Girl (Amphibia)

Animal Crossing

Tom Nook-Trans guy

Gracie-Trans girl

Sahara-Bigender

Dom-Trans guy

Julian-Trans guy

Julia-Trans girl

Sasha-Trans guy

Shino-Trans girl

The Dark Crystal

SkekEkt-Genderfluid

SkekLach-Genderflux

SkekOk-Nonbinary

SkekSa-Trans woman

urSan-Trans woman

urUtt-Trans man

urSen-Agender

Misc.

Sephiroth-Trans man (Final Fantasy VII)

Rudolph-Trans doe (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer 1964)

Mumble-Trans girl (Happy Feet)

Grell(e) Stucliffe-Trans woman (Black Butler) (Canon)

Sebastian Michaelis-Genderfluid (Black Butler) (Canon)

Link-Nonbinary (Legend of Zelda series)

Lup-Trans Woman (The Adventure Zone) (Canon)

Birdo-Trans woman (Mario series) (Canon)

Kadaj-Nonbinary (FFVII: Advent Children)

Yazoo-Agender (FFVII: Advent Children)

Mangle-Genderfluid (FNaF series)

FunTime Foxy-Nonbinary (FNaF series)

Toy Bonnie-Trans guy (FNaF series)

Vaati-Bigender (Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap)

Frisk-Nonbinary (Undertale) (Canon)

Chara-Nonbinary (Undertale) (Canon)

Envy-Agender (FullMetal Alchemist) (Canon)

Damian Bloodmarch-Trans man (Dream Daddy) (Canon)

Beedle-Trans man (Legend of Zelda series)

All of Pale King’s children, minus Hornet-Agender (Hollow Knight) (Canon)

Hornet-Trans girl (Hollow Knight)

Zoe-Trans girl (Monster Prom) (Canon)

Noelle-Trans girl (Deltarune)

Kris-Agender (Deltarune)

Mettaton-Bigender (Undertale)

Napstablook-Nonbinary (Undertale) (Canon)

Undyne-Trans girl (Undertale)

Miku Hatsune-Trans girl (Vocaloid)

Gakupo Kamui-Trans man (Vocaloid)

Ruko Yokune-Bigender(and canonically intersex) (UTAUloid)

Valerie Frizzle-Trans woman (Magic School Bus)

Lizzie-Trans woman (Magic School Bus)

Vivian-Trans woman (Paper Mario TYD) (Canon)

Mad Mew Mew-Trans woman (Undertale)

Len Kagamine-Trans man (Vocaloid)

Sun/Moon-Nonbinary (FNaF series)

Roxanne Wolf-Trans girl (FNaF series)

Fujimoto-Transmasc (Ponyo)

Grand Mamare-Trans woman (Ponyo)

Howl Jenkens Pendragon-Transmasc (Howl’s Moving Castle) (The Ghibli film)

Shiver-Nonbinary (Splatoon 3)

Frye-Demigirl (Splatoon 3)

Big Man-Demiboy (Splatoon 3)

#trans headcanons #Cloud's headcanons #transgender #nonbinary

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pennyydear · 1 year

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who: penny & @dodgingworry where: the deare household

Penny had taken up Dodger's offer to come over the Deare's house while he and Angelica were out for the night. Even though she couldn't stand his little blonde girlfriend, she supposed she could keep Dodger company. It sounded like they had gone back to being at their own apartment every so often, but were switching off more with Scamp's sisters staying over until things entirely calmed down. She didn't want to press for more, but she would do the same for her own mother if someone threatened her like that, so she understood. As much as it might have been a horrible idea for her to come over while their only buffer, Lilah, was hanging out with Penny's mother in the kitchen, Penny was giving this, normalcy, a shot. Just two friends hanging out on a weekend was all this was. "Did he say when they're gonna be back? Not that I'm, you know, running away from you or anything, but was this supposed to be, like, a date date?" Penny wasn't sure what his thoughts were on Angelica, but if that house party confirmed anything, it was that she couldn't stand her. "Hear me out: we should either sneak out and spy on them, or try and eavesdrop on what my mom's talking about."

#🐶 lost in the thrill of it all ; threads #chat:dodger

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clownprincessphoebe · 6 months

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Character Bio: Tina Bufanda Homeless and without a penny to her name, Tina is the devious little scamp that's been kicking it with J.J. ever since they were both really young. She's got quite a few petty crimes under her belt, and because of that, she's stuck going to Clown academy, which she truly dreads. She was always told that she would be destined for great things by her mother, but she hasn't seen her mother since before she even met J.J., so why should she believe her?

#fantasy #literature #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #author #booklr #clown #clowns #artists on tumblr #writerblr #authors #clown girl

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eddawrites · 2 years

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A drabble for @jaycetalisweek2022

Prompt: Jayce & Music + Jayce & Family ——————————————

Little Viktoriya Talis, as it turned out, was a handful. Jayce should’ve anticipated it, really, given the many tales of his rambunctious undertakings—oftentimes things that he didn’t even remember—that his dear mother Ximena had recounted to Mel in the months before the baby was due and then some, more stories surfacing with each new parental woe they’d confide in her about. The latest being the abduction of a cheeping sparrow chick who had strayed too far from its nest whilst practicing flight.

“That puts me in the mind of when Jayce was young…” she would say and Jayce would roll his eyes, anticipating yet another embarrassing anecdote that he’d rather stayed buried in the void of his subconscious as well as the annals of Ximena Talis’s memory.

Jayce suspected that it gave her a sadistic sort of joy to abash him in front of his spouse so. It was wholly unfair, too, because Mel would memorise each of Ximena’s stories and tease him relentlessly or worse, relate them to Viktoriya’s latest escapade. As if it was his fault the girl took after him!

And of course, he was helpless to retaliate in kind. Mel’s childhood was not the kind you’d joke about and even now, years later, she kept the details close to her chest, or, on rare occasion, committed to the canvas where they took form of hazy abstraction, as inaccessible to him as the depths of Mel’s mind that the images have emerged from.

Aged little over three and recently learnt to walk—much like her father she had a stiff waddle to her step—little Viktoriya could somehow outrace her nanny and even the housekeeper Rosa whose qualifications included herding stray cats away from wastebins and chasing them from the kitchens.

She was a menace to the household, running down the corridors with merry abandon, babbling to herself in invented languages nobody could understand.

But you wouldn’t know it when Jayce sweeps her in his arms at the end of the day, pliant as an angel, and places her in the crib, big gold-rimmed eyes blinking drowsily when he sends the intricate crystal mobile he’d made himself spinning overhead and begins to sing a lullaby:

Dear friend across the river My hands are cold and bare Dear friend across the river I'll take what you can spare I ask of you a penny My fortune it will be I ask you without envy We raised almighty towers Our homes are built of stone So come across the river And find the world below

His voice skips over the notes unevenly, creating a sort of grating cacophony that nevertheless helps his baby daughter conquer sleep a whopping thirty-six percent quicker than otherwise. He had scientific proof to back it up! Every evening he would start the song with setting a stopwatch and let it count the minutes until her eyes closed. Just to exercise his scientific mind after the long hours spent politicking. The results of his little experiment were clear.

Mel had joked on occasion that he was causing an irreparable damage to their daughter’s hearing and musical taste. But he would point out that whenever he’d try to coax her to sleep by strumming his lute, she’d start crying bloody murder and wake half the Bluewind Court instead. And all that in spite of his lute skills charming many a girl’s—or boy’s—heart in his youth.

“Is that how you’ve learnt to pluck at my heartstrings so?” she would ask him with an impish smile.

And he would smirk and say: “No. I developed that talent just for you.” then press a charming kiss on the back of her hand.

“You do have a pleasant voice, though” she would note after. “We just need to work on your technique.”

If only there was time for such trivialities. In between politics and an ever-looming threat of war, his inventions and managing the Talis family business and the moments in between, reserved just for the two of them. If only their little scamp did not insist on escaping from her own bedroom and interrupting when least opportune. At times she would scream herself awake from the wild dreams stirred by her overactive imagination, in which case they would allow her to climb into their bed and envelop her with their bodies for comfort, cradling her to sleep together, and Jayce would murmur the song over and over until at last she would doze off, for good this time.

“But why that song in particular?” Mel had asked once.

“So that she wouldn’t make the same mistakes we have.”

#arcane #jayce talis #mel medarda #meljay #jayce talis week #jayce talis week 2022 #edda actually writes

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looloolooweez-sims · 10 months

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At the start of Round 3,

The Patel-Scott family:

Lives in the Foundry Cove neighborhood of Willow Creek; with N.A.P.s Fun-Loving Community, Green Gardening, Self-Sufficiency, Tech Support

Has about § 9,095 in the bank

Owns a house worth about § 40,390; with lot traits Fast Internet, Peace and Quiet, Penny Pixies

Personal details under the cut!

Travis Scott:

Is a YA

Has the traits Geek, Outgoing, Self-assured; plus the aspiration trait Quick Learner, plus the reward trait Free Services

Has the Knowledge aspiration Computer Whiz, at level 4 "Computer Whiz"

Is in the Tech Guru career, at level 5 "Project Manager"

Is working on the skills Programming (level 6), Videogaming (level 6), Charisma (level 2), Handiness (level 2)

Has developed the lifestyles Indoorsy, Sedentary, Techie

Is a member of the club Bowling Buddies, lead by Zoe Patel

Is celebrity level 1 "Notable Newcomer"

Zoe Patel:

Is a YA

Has the traits Cheerful, Clumsy, Goofball; plus the aspiration trait Gregarious, plus the reward trait Incredibly Friendly

Has the Popularity aspiration Leader of the Pack, at level 3 "Spread the Word"

Is in the Style Influencer career, at level 4 "Ensemble Author"

Is working on the skills Charisma (level 4), Cooking (level 4), Parenting (level 3), Writing (level 3), Bowling (level 2), Mischief (level 2), Painting (level 2)

Has developed the lifestyle Health Food Nut

Is leader of the club Bowling Buddies

Adriana Patel-Lothario:

Is a child

Has the trait Cheerful; plus the bonus trait Happy Toddler

Has the Childhood aspiration Rambunctious Scamp, at level 1 "Energetic"

Is going to school, with a grade of C

Is working on the childhood skills Motor (level 2) and Social (level 2)

#the sims #ts4 #maxis premades #sims gameplay #willow creek #foundry cove #patel-scott family #travis scott #zoe patel #adriana patel #looloo plays premades round 3

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empty-masks · 2 years

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Book Three, Chapter Ten

CW: Strong Language, Sexual References, Graphic Violence, Fantasy Bigotry, Smoking, Alcohol Use, Light Body Horror

He wore a collared shirt, a polo. It was a fine sky blue, in contrast to the tan cargo shorts he wore and the white, knee-high socks and black sandals. In one hand he held a spatula, in the other, a mixed drink from more tropical climes blended with ice. The sky was deep orange with evening, and his backyard was bustling with activity.

He was standing on the back patio of his two story house (three bed and two bath) contemplating the viability of building a new garage. The old one was a bit small for his latest purchase, a rather large and aggressively powerful pickup truck that threatened to shake the structure to its foundations every time he parked. He figured he needed a domestic vehicle, something obnoxious and loud so folks would stop ogling over his work car. But, as it stood, there was only room for one in the garage. As he considered this he flipped a steak over and ran his eyes over the woman lying on her belly beside the pool, admiring the way the sunset peeked just over the top of their picket fence to paint her tan skin a vivid orange, shining slick with chlorinated water.

Interrupting his thought process, someone cleared their throat. Glancing to the side, his gaze locked with the golden eyes of a business associate, one of several mulling about with their partners and children.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Asked Gilroy, rolling his shoulders and craning his head back to look up at the man.

“Sorry, I got distracted—”

“By staring at your wife’s ass, yeah,” he interrupted again. “Blondie, for these little shindigs of yours to work, we need to actually talk. I’m not going to be driven all the way up here to your wonderful patch of suburbia to watch you salivate over an ex-model while you burn the food.”

As if to retort, Blondie flicked the spatula toward Gilroy, staining his vivid crimson dress shirt with small, black smatterings of what was often called ‘flavor.’ “Don’t be a bitch, Harry, it adds character to the meat. And, it’s a good ass to stare at, don’t pretend like you can’t appreciate.”

“Janet made a career out of it, after all!” Came from Blondie’s left, opposite Gilroy. Hickory. “You’re a lucky man. Adventuring types get all of the good stuff, a pity.” She was a tall, grinning woman. Unlike Gilroy, a tiny, hairy boozer, she was something proper. Strong, sharp.

“First come, first serve, Penny. Maybe if you did something more interesting than damage assessment you could get in the good graces of a model,” Blondie said with a laugh. “How’s that office treating you?”

“Better than you’re treating the steaks.” Gilroy interjects, attempting to blot out the newly-forming grease marks with a wet napkin.

“Can it, Harry. It all goes to the same place anyways.” He scraped the meat off of the grill, dropping it onto a nearby set of plates. As if on cue, the redhead yelped and swung around to be greeted with a knee-high bundle of energy, all fangs and light brown fur.

Blondie laughed again, this time with the backing of Hickory and the child. Gilroy huffed, crossed his arms, and glared at the pup with a frown, saying, “what a vigorous little scamp you have.”

“Hah! He takes after his old man! Tanner, go get your mom to whip up some more drinks, dinner’s almost ready.” When the order wasn’t immediately obeyed, Blondie cleared his throat and tapped the spatula against the grill twice, just loud enough to discomfort anybody nearby. Tanner was quick to move and jostle his mother instead after that.

Janet stood and smiled over at the group, offering them a gentle wave before wandering past in her swimsuit to go pull out more of those blended drinks while her husband distributed steaks, along with good silverware.

It was an award winning smile. More realistically, a poster smile for all manner of cosmetics. Her ever so slightly tanned face, faint blue eyes, and uncomfortably domestic charms were plastered all over advertisements, though her name wasn’t.

Blondie was the last to sit down in a white plastic chair on the wood patio, his plate on one crossed leg as he cut into his steak. The tables were mostly used to keep drinks steady, rather than actually eat on.

“Acquisitions, huh?” Asked Hickory. “Interesting title, but does it actually change what you do?”

Blondie shook his head and took a thick sip from his glass. “Nope, not a single thing. Just means I’m not on as short a leash anymore. You’re not getting off that easy.”

Janet returned, and everyone received a glass of a faint green, mostly slush drink, save for the children, such as Tanner or Blondie’s daughter, who finally exited the house only to receive her dinner, complain about her parents having a party with a bunch of cogs in the machine, and then hide in her room again. They got to see her for a grand total of thirty seconds, and only learned her name via Blondie, who bragged that his daughter Madrone was also just like her old man, with almost the exact, practiced intonation that he had said so about Tanner.

Hickory finished her steak quickly, and Gilroy opted to try to cut around the burnt portions, so he finished fast also, though that was largely because there wasn’t a lot of the steak left over that wasn’t charred to a crisp. Blondie took his time, cutting in and taking it piece by piece between statements.

“What the position of Chief Acquisitions Officer means, if I’m being more specific, is that I’m getting a raise, more work, and like I said, less restrictions on my methods. Otherwise, just about the same kind of work. Gonna be grabbing myself some better equipment too, since I can afford it now.” Blondie mumbled through a small mouthful of steak, before receiving a kiss on the cheek as Janet pulled up a seat between him and Hickory.

“Is this what this whole party’s about?” His wife asked, tilting her head. “You’re announcing your promotion? For a second I thought you just wanted your friends over for some kind of team building exercise.”

“I like to believe I’m rather fortunate that I don’t need to ever be on any team your husband’s on, Janet,” Gilroy said plainly, leaning back in his plastic chair. “He’s not much of a team player. Besides, his work is messy.”

Hickory scoffed. “You’re not the one that’s had to clean up after him, so don’t complain.”

“That’s fair, but I’ve seen it. In my professional opinion he’s a sloppy, sloppy operator.”

“Hey, he cleans up nice,” Janet interjected. Blondie didn’t bother, just chuckling as he continued to chew through thick pieces of burnt meat.

Penelope glanced from the woman—a basic human and a bit short—to the husband, who grinned with sharp teeth and eyes so blue they made Janet’s look grey. “Of course he does, he’s a professional.”

Janet’s typical smile shifted to something of a wider, almost smug grin. “Yeah.”

Harry, bored, glanced around the patio. The other couple tables are taken up by business associates in similar casual and business casual attire, their partners— some part of the business, some mere hangers-on— and their children, whom Tanner had taken to chasing around the yard once their dinner was finished, if not into the pool, to the ire of several guests whom he could see actively resisting the urge to walk up to a seven feet tall monster and demand he keep his child on some kind of leash. On one of the nearby tables, one of the newer models of radio was fizzingly belching some kind of easy listening acoustic song about alcohol, sandy beaches, and bikini babes.

“So this is all this is about?” Gilroy asked. “You’re waving a higher paycheck in our faces, ogling your wife, and letting your kid run around like an animal. This is what this party is. It’s you rubbing our noses in your upward momentum, Blondie?”

“Never minces words,” Hickory mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

“Shove it, Penny. Blondie, speak up.”

Blondie, still smiling, shrugged and set an empty glass on the table, along with an empty plate. “You know me best, Harry. Yeah, you’re right. I dragged you all the way out here to my humble slice of paradise just to make you feel like an inadequate little pussy. Bitch any harder and I might mistake you for being my wife.”

As he laughed once more, Janet rolled her eyes and relaxed into her seat, her own glass having gone from very full to very empty over the course of the conversation. Nobody around bothered to argue the point further, though the man beside Blondie scowled the entire time.

And Blondie laughed. He laughed and he drank and he talked. But mostly, he laughed.

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The blood in the ash is warm and fresh and smells like death and won’t get out of his head, it won’t, nothing can get it out. At first there was just the eternal, piercing fire in the back of his skull, but now the blood’s making it worse, like slowly pouring cooking grease into the flames.

His tongue drags against the ground, steaming and crackling against the earth it passes over. But in comparison to the heat he’s putting off, it’s cold, so very cold. The temperature sensation stings sweetly, like sucking on a sour candy with a mouth sore. He’d enjoy it more if it weren’t for a metallic scent that refuses to exit his nose, no matter how much smoke he pushes out from his nostrils. It’s not a dead man he tastes and smells, but something close to it. Injured, necrotic, tasting of death in that spectacularly contradictory way vampires have. There are other smells, other flavours, though.

Buckskin. Burnt meat. Fox fur. Leather boots. Hate.

His jaw still aches from having to pry it open with his hands, having to force his clawed fingers through small gaps in melted flesh to cut at them, tear at them, open his mouth again. His head raises and he sniffs the sky.

The southern wind’s blowing just the right direction. More of the vampire strikes him in his mind, more of the burned meat and old leather fuels the fire in his mind. His brain’s boiling, but the pain’s beginning to focus.

His muscles shudder before he takes the first bound forward, running on all fours and scraping great slashes into the white ash to reveal the cracked dirt beneath. The process is familiar and comforting in its intensity as it carries him between the trees and after the trail, the scent, which soon adds car exhaust to its bouquet. This is a natural process.

Ash, in time, gives way to dirt and gravel roads. They want to mislead him, to direct him away from the smell, but he’s not stupid. He’s not thinking, not beyond the pain and the hunger, but he isn’t stupid. Instinct isn’t and will never be unintelligent— it’s simply fast, efficient. When a line must be drawn from Point A to Point B and the only thing that matters is self-preservation, instinct is more than reliable, it’s the safest bet.

And it acts like a hook, dragging his body at top speed down one of the dirt roads and into some kind of lot, the exhaust having overwhelmed all other scents.

A sign rises above it all in the midday sun. His eyes narrow, but the glare’s too much even then. Clawing awkwardly at his own face, something peels off and onto his fingers as his vision clears. It’s not skin, but it smells burnt. Soot, ash, possibly melted hair, probably coagulated with some of his own eye fluid. He can see, though. Oh, he can see.

There’s a middle-aged elf with slicked back hair sitting on the hood of a trash heap Stallion Q Armor Mule, and today he’s wearing a purple suit. At a conference he’d gone to a month back, a peer of his told him about the power of a purple suit. At first one must assume there’s no power in the colors you wear but, oh, they knew different in the Used Civilian Vehicle Summit, Regional #32. Spiffs Sanders had told him about the power of this particular purple suit, which Spiffs sold to him at a steep discount as a friend.

The power of purple. It’s flashy, but not bright, so it doesn’t hurt the eyes. It speaks to richness, and to a certain variety of incredibly expensive shellfish or mollusc from east of the Dividends having been used, which thus implies some level of affluence, and the small gold thread pinstripes made the mind think, even if it was just yellow thread— man, this guy’s got it made. Thus, he must be smart, and most people listen to smart folks when it comes to big purchases like motor vehicles. Not to mention its more mystical properties, namely being that if one simply believes it will attract customers, it will. This is of course because of a small and totally intentionally melted symbol of some esoteric small-town luck deity burned into the inside of the breast over the heart, which definitely wasn’t an incredibly large cigar burn from a bad night with a worse partner in Primary. Buy the suit, wear it, and believe.

Jim Jamble is a believer in the power of positive thought, no matter how bad sales are. After all, he hadn’t gone under yet, so he’s got to be doing something right, and if he wasn’t doing anything wrong then the purchase of the suit had to be right too. Yet the only business he’d had in the past couple weeks were some obviously on the run pricks who hornswoggled him out of one of his best vehicles because he’d overplayed his hand, not to mention the two drifting mercenaries— one of which was injured, mind you— who bought some of the complimentary bio he normally only gave out to fresh purchases. It’s been a rough couple weeks for Jim.

A long and uncomfortable sigh later and he’s looking over toward the main body of the town of Fusillade in all its homely glory, longing for a place with more than five-story buildings again. The sky, the trees, the ground, even around here it’s far too clear for his tastes. Why, it’s so bad around here, so backwoods, that when he turns his head to see some giant bundle of fur trying to claw into one of his trucks he even reacts like the locals, leaning back to reach his hand inside of the vehicle he’s sitting on and honking its horn. “Git! Git! There’s no food in there for you!”

He’s shouting, he’s honking, but the thing’s not leaving. No, after a moment of continuing to fumble with the handle of the door, it simply stops trying and instead directs its attention toward the elf.

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There are times to be formal and professional, to be poignant and simple of speech. When you’re discussing future trade deals with business partners, when you’re presenting new corporate ventures to your administration, when you’re addressing a large group of your peers at a conference about how security and damage assessment are intrinsically intertwined. When you’re speaking to your server at a fancy restaurant, and you don’t want to seem like you’re from out of town.

These are the times to be these things— and as Hickory stands on the front porch of the suburban home, black suit-clad and holding a bouquet of apology roses, she considers that it might be a little inappropriate for her to act as though this is a professional visit. Though she’s on the clock for it, and though she had most definitely been chosen for this assignment thanks to her “closeness” with Blondie, it just doesn’t feel right to walk into Blondie’s home like he was any other employee. If not for him, for Janet.

Hickory sighs, ringing the doorbell with her free hand. It’s going to be quite the talk. How the hell is she going to tell her that her husband blew up fighting a fucking Dragon? How do you tell anyone that? It’s easy to tell someone that their family or friend has died operating heavy machinery. That’s a workplace accident, those are a tragic reality of working on a mining operation. Hah. She shakes her head. In a sense, the world was his workplace. I guess this kind of thing could be considered a tragic reality, also. But by god if it doesn’t sour her mood to think of it like that (as if her mood couldn’t get any more sour under the current circumstances).

After nobody answers the door, she rings the doorbell again. Swiftly, the door is opened, and Hickory starts the spiel she’d practiced on the road there. “Hi, Janet. I’ve got some bad news.”

“Wow, you’re early,” Piper yawns.

Something in Hickory’s head cracks like a dropped glass. Who the hell is this, standing before her in a red evening robe and palming a cup of still-steaming coffee? She can’t place her face at all, even though she seems to be getting recognized anyways.

“Ms. Hickory, right?” Piper asks. “Gilroy said you were coming down.”

Oh, Hickory thinks. It’s one of Harry’s goons. “Yes. Did he send you here?”

“Nope. Figured I could break the news as a family friend, instead of,” she motions with her mug toward the suit and flowers, “this. It’s a little too formal for something this delicate, y’know?”

Hickory wants to say “goddamnit, that’s what I was thinking”, but refrains from doing so. Instead, she straightens her posture, and responds, “So, you’ve already broken the news to her?”

“Sure have. Not sure what I was expecting, but she took it pretty well.” Janet walks past the front door, now fully open, holding an assorted, but modest, tray of breakfast accoutrement. In a matching embroidered bathrobe, of course. Piper whistles as she passes by. “Very well, now that I think about it.”

The housewife doubles back around to the front door, poking her head out from the background to smile and call out, “Penny! Come in, we’ve got pastries this morning.”

Piper steps out of the way, and Hickory steps inside. “Spare me the details,” the Officer mumbles. “So, you didn’t schedule this visit?”

“No ma’am. I sure didn’t.”

“And from what I can gather—”

“The kids are home, just write it down,” Piper chuckles.

“And your name is…”

“Piper.”

It all comes together now. Piper’s that foreman that Gilroy’s been sending off on various odd-jobs, trying to turn her into the next Damage Assessment Darling that the Administration so loves to flaunt. He hasn’t formally removed her from his docket either, which means he’s been collecting her foreman pay but probably not giving it to her. Probably pocketing it for himself, she thinks, frowning.

It makes sense that she’d be here, now. An acolyte of the late Blondie, looking for ways to move up in the world. Even if it means inheriting your late master’s possessions, property, and wife. It’s a bit of a nasty thought, Hickory admits to herself. Janet’s always been a friend, and it’s always been bothersome how much Blondie treated her like a championship belt. Though, as she walks past again and gives Piper a quick peck on the cheek, it’s not as though she ever minded it.

Either way, this is Blondie’s next in line. And that means that she’s got what it takes. So, let’s give her what she wants, since she’s so keen on going out and getting it, Hickory thinks to herself.

“Great to finally meet you,” she says, holding out a hand for Piper to shake. “I’ve heard a lot. You’ve been working with Gilroy on some acquisitions jobs, right?”

“I most certainly have. It’s a couple steps up from the work I was doing, that’s for sure.”

“With Blondie out of the way, you must be looking to take his place,” Hickory prods. “There’s a particular vacancy I think you’d fit into just great.”

It takes Piper a moment to respond to this. She doesn’t want to seem ungrateful, but at the same time, when a shark smells blood in the water, they don’t just wait to see if the dead sharks show up before her. “What do you have in mind?”

Janet shoos the two of them toward the dining room, where they sit at a semi-intricately carved hardwood table. Hickory has a cup of coffee and a pastry placed in front of her, and she thanks the Housewife before continuing. “The miners. Their bounty is still active. You could be Shepherd’s Chief Acquisitions Officer on this assignment, if you so choose. You’re the only internal employee capable, at the moment.”

Piper shoots a look over to Janet, who smiles and nods. “What were you paying him?”

“His pay grade per day, alongside whatever the bounty’s worth once the job is finished,” Hickory responds, taking a bite of her pastry. “If you want the most you can get, you’d better get going soon.”

“What, you kicking me out?” Piper laughs. “You might as well come with me. I’ve told her everything there is to know.” She motions to Janet with her free hand.

Janet’s hand is laid on Piper’s shoulder. “The money would come in handy, don’t you think?”

“And so would the benefits,” Hickory adds. She pulls a key out of her pocket, tossing it over to Piper. “I was going to give this to the family, since he didn’t have one at home.”

Piper only raises her eyebrows in response. The Officer continues, “His gear is kept under lock and key. Both here, and at the Black Hill building. All that stuff you saw him in, he’s got racks of. Tucked away here and there. You take the job, you get the key, you get the gear.” And you get the girl, Hickory found herself wanting to add. Hopefully that should sweeten the deal enough for someone like her.

“Oh,” is the only response Hickory gets.

“Are you in?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m in. Where’d he keep his stuff?” Piper stands up quickly, nearly knocking over her chair in the process as her tail twisted with excitement.

Janet points up the stairs to the second floor. “In the bedroom, first cabinet. Put the key in the lock and give it a good twist.”

She races away, leaving the Housewife and the Officer alone downstairs. Hickory’s the first to speak between them. “Her? Really?”

“It’s nice to see you too, Penny.”

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There’s a loud noise coming from a vague combination of metal shapes and some dandy looking middle-aged jerk whose words refuse to form real meanings in his head. His mind had been boiled in its own blood, though, so by all means he’s allowed to have a moment where he doesn’t understand what a man in a purple suit is saying. It’s almost as gaudy as those flamboyant red ones that bitch Gilroy would wear.

A name. A name finally pops into his head in the midst of his pursuit and it’s attached to a face he wants to shove his hand through. Harry’ll get what’s coming to him, don’t worry about that. Worry about the thing in the suit now. That’s important to worry about. Worry about it and what it might have, what it might be trying to say.

The anger on its face fades quickly into something far more palatable, fear, as he approaches. The tone shifts.

“Well hello sir,” it chimes, nervously. “Well hello, hello, hello, pardon me, you’re in such a bad way that I’d assumed you might be one of the critters wandering in from the woods, not that you’re in too bad a state. I assure you that by no means do I mean it in a bad way, you’ve got the look of a survivor on you, yes indeed, yes indeed you do, now sir please stop coming closer to me, you’re— uh— remarkably warm and musty.”

It shifts to lean away, distress etched into the lines on its brow.

His jaw rolls and his tongue lolls. Smells like oil. Smells like a bit of blood. Words want to form. Demands want to form, questions, and his hand moves toward a familiar spot on his hip in pursuit of something he can’t find. The reaction that ensues is about on par with seeing your hand’s gone, though he’s got every limb far as he knows. Something else is missing. Something dear. Box-shaped. His thunder maker. It’s not there. It’s not there, it’s not there, it’s not there. Why isn’t it there anymore? It’s always there.

The purple suited thing backtracks away from him as he begins to shake and shudder, hands patting awkwardly at his own body as though, in all the matted white fur, burnt flesh, and blackened, melted mishmash he might find this missing, nonexistent limb. It slips to the other side of the metal shape and then inside of another, nicer one.

It was bad enough when Jim thought that thing was a freaked out white bear. Now he realizes it’s either somebody with a very severe problem or some very incompetent monster, because it’s making gurgling sounds like a panicking toddler and patting itself down in front of him. So it’s about time he gets out of there and looks into taking his business elsewhere before something like this eats him.

Despite the severity of the situation, he does put on his belt and check his mirrors before starting the car. With the amount of trees nearby and all of these lovely freaks wandering out of the woods he’s liable to hit one and he has no intention of dying because of it. However, by the time he’s starting to pull out the thing’s following again, this time moving fast, fast enough to get a glowing hand under his bumper and keep the wheels burning out rather than actually moving.

It’s a tall thing, all white save for the blackened spots where it looked like it’d been put on a grill for a few hours too long and some fewer bits that look like they’re glowing. Slowly, as the car continues revving, he reaches a hand into his glove compartment. Inside is a pistol, a revolver meant to punch holes in any would-be assailant of his fine establishment, which he’d never used before. It had come recommended by the man that sold him this lot.

“Let’s not do anything we’ll both regret,” he says tremblingly, a shaky smile on his face. “Come on big guy, let go and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

It’s already loaded, he keeps it loaded, just in case. Plenty of people want cars. He’s just a single guy running an entire small used car enterprise, someone could kill him and take his tiny, tiny empire. Not before he gets them, though. So it’s always loaded, prepared for any situation, ready to kill. Jim is not so ready, but he’s trying real hard to be.

The thing holding his car lets out another gurgle that fades immediately into a growl at its tail end, and with that Jambles raises the revolver and fires straight through his windshield into its head. This tosses its skull, topped with pointy ears, back for a moment.

And then it looks down at him again, recollection in its red eyes.

He doesn’t understand. He took it to the face. If it was anything like his own, why was he still standing if it got him in the face? He can even feel the metal lingering just under his charred skin, beneath his fur, right between his eyebrows. With an awkward chuff from him, one of his claws presses into the wound and scrapes out the bullet alongside a bit of burnt viscera, some faintly glowing blood. It isn’t necessarily glowing so much as it looks like something inside of it might be, like embers trapped inside of a ketchup bottle.

“What kind of fucking monster are you?” The shape inside the shape asks. The gun’s still pointed at him. It’s smoking. What a smell. Gun smoke.

Something overtakes him. A deep inhale filters through his nostrils, filling his lungs with the scents of fire and blood— his own this time— before it circles through up to his throat, into his mouth, and out between his jaws in a straight line. A small bolt of flame, almost as white as his fur, disappears into the barrel of the gun.

There’s a moment of silence before the gun itself explodes in its hand, causing it to scream in pain and jerk as busted metal buries itself deep in its face, arm, hand, shoulder, and the delicately cared for leather upholstery of its car. It’s screaming. It’s not dead but it’s hurting, and that’s good. It’s wonderful.

He starts laughing, and bringing his arms up to begin clawing at his own chest allows the car, having been unable to run away, to skid out of the lot and down the road as he keeps making that horrid choking sound. It’s like a cough and a bark rolled into one and dipped in chewing tobacco. The noises won’t stop coming out of him.

Jim’s screaming down the road, both literally and figuratively. He’s more than certain the hand he’d been holding the gun in is permanently ruined along with at least a good chunk of his moneymaker, because from the way his jaw stings he’s pretty sure talking’s going to be a bitch for the next year at least with what they have to call medical treatment in this backwater hole. He’s alive, though, and that’s what matters to him in the end. He’s alive, worse for wear, but that hasn’t stopped him before. He’s outta this place.

It’s just a quick ride through Fusillade and on to Pickman’s Hope. Let someone else deal with the fire freak. He’s not a fighter, not in the slightest. No, he’s not going to even stop and warn them. He’s just going to drive until the tank’s empty. No stops. And then after that he can hitchhike if he needs to, he’s got more than enough fuel.

It’s only after the little remaining contents of his stomach vacate that the noises stop and he’s able to bring his hands away from his throat, instead looking at the molten, glowing pile of refuse he’d just vomited. What is he, now?

The sound of the car’s engine was starting to gain distance and lose volume. Something else takes him by surprise. No witnesses. No survivors.

His hand shoves through steel and scrapes up a hunk of an engine block like a child preparing a snowball as he walks onto the road, the long and straight road back to town. In the distance, he sees it, the shape is escaping. Growling to himself, he continues packing the metal with his hands until it’s a white hot, nearly perfect sphere. His eyes narrow.

He winds up. Everything is superheated, his body is elastic, all energy, coiling and bundling. Then comes the release, an overhand throw that could make even the fastest pitchers jealous.

Leaving his hand, a tongue of flame licks around the ball, engulfing it as it soars at more than twice the speed of the elf’s car. He watches as that beautiful ball of melted metal punches straight through the back windshield, but it’s far enough away that when the car jerks and crashes into the trees on the side of the road he doesn’t see his own handiwork. That is, until the entire area of impact explodes into a miniature mushroom cloud.

There’s little time to revel in it, though. He’s too focused on something beyond the treeline. Buildings, more than a few of them, all stone and brick. It’s a little familiar, like someplace you visited once on a road trip, but no more than that. His jaw tenses, shooting sparks as his fangs clash.

It’s starting to come back to him in pieces. He’s hunting, he knows that, and he knows he likes it, no, loves it. There’s something in that town he wants, and he’s realizing that it’s something that’d be left over if he burns it to the ground.

And he’s suddenly very aware he knows many more ways to burn it all down than he thought he did.

First thing’s first, though— he needs to find a proper, full-body mirror.

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Never help a scamp twice let them travel that prodigal child trail thrice and still don’t give them a penny or celebration corner Chinese restaurant rice so why scamp like a Adam or a Cain or Esau fourice

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This is Halloween! This is Halloween!

OTMS

MUN: S! Members applauded S for diving in head-first with two memorable new characters that we already love. From the scrappy Angel to the dignified Darius, we can’t wait to see what stories you tell here!

CHARACTER: SCAMP! From the first time he popped up on the dash, we’ve simply been obsessed with J’s Scamp! He may have just joined us, but he’s already up to some exciting new plots and we just love to see it. Welcome to Swynlake, Scamp!

Honorable Mention: PACIFICA! Pacifica had a huge month, finally escaping her parents and exposing them for their shady ways! Way to go, Pacifica, and props to L for executing a thrilling and dramatic plot.

THREAD: THE MERCREW’S GROUP THERAPY SESSIONS! We love to see a community of Magicks come together like this. While Bruce, Aquata, Alana, Gil, and Gabriella each have their own reasons for being there, we’re excited to see where this goes next.

TASK: HARVEST WITH THE HAUNTLEYS | FOODIES! Snow, Cass, and Julieta are such a power trio, and we loved to see them team up for some fall food talk. More of this, please!!!

Honorable Mention: BACK TO SCHOOL-ISH | TANYA & ANGEL! This one got a shoutout for being a creative take on the paired thread prompt! A back-to-school thread… where neither of them actually go to the school. Way to go, S and E!

BOARD UPDATES

THE FOREST IS NORMAL! BUT STILL CLOSED: Thanks to Ella and her deal with Grandmother Willow, it seems the forest has retreated from its invasion of the town. There’s no need to worry about creeping vines or meddlesome chipmunks anymore. However, the forest remains closed and requires a permit to access— failing to comply can result in hefty fines!

PETITION TO REOPEN THE FOREST: DENIED, Despite almost unanimously passing by the Board, the Petition to Reopen the Forest has been denied by the acting mayor. NOTE: Mayors have always had veto powers on petitions, so Eboshi isn’t technically overstepping, but it is rarely actually exercised.

NEW SHERIFF/DEPUTY: Announcing Swynlake PD’s newest dynamic duo: Tom Harrington (Sheriff) and Maximus Keaton (Deputy)! They will be replacing Clayton now that he’s skipped town. Feel free to have your characters talk about it and hit up C and L to plot!

TASKS

EVIL TWIN: Oftentimes, your character is the hero of their own story… but what if they were the villain? Make an aesthetic and a short description of what it might be like if your character made different choices, went down a different path, and became a spooky version of themselves! (Aesthetic + 300 words)

GHOSTS: A self para or thread where your character encounters one of Swynlake’s many ghosts. Feel free to play with the ghosts that we already have in canon or invent a new one! And remember that unless you are a medium, ghosts do not appear to you.

EVENTS

OCTOBER 4-11: BELLE’S FOREST SIT-IN Come be part of a peaceful protest to show the town’s displeasure with the closure of the forest. Characters will be occupying the forest without permits. There will be snacks and drinks.

OCTOBER 11-18: A TOTALLY NORMAL PENNY FORRESTER CHARITY CONCERT Wow, it’s so wonderful that Penny is donating her time to perform for a good cause! It’d be a shame if something… happened. Something like a peaceful but extremely theatrical protest against the suspension of the elections… (Organized by Phineas and Pip. Because of course it was). Canonically on October 14.

OCTOBER 18-25: BOARD MEETING Between the closure of the forest and the postponement of the elections, Swynlakers have a lot to be opinionated about! Come make your voice heard. Canonically October 19.

OCTOBER 25-NOVEMBER 1: HALLOWEEN FUN! Get in the Halloween spirit with Swynlake’s many offerings…

Town Hall Trick or Treat: A family-friendly Halloween bash with tables from local volunteers and businesses giving out candy. Dress up in your favorite costume and bring the family! Pixie’s Halloween Haunt: For the nightlife crowd, Pixie’s will have its annual Halloween bash and costume contest! Go all out for a chance to be crowned the winner, and check out the club’s selection of signature themed drinks. Emira and Kleopatra’s Danse Macabre: Come frolic and dance until you’re dead at Emira and Kleopatra’s danse macabre, held in the PrideU dorm common room. Medieval attire encouraged, but not required!

BIRTHDAYS

Scott “Scamp” Richards: October 2

Cassandra Hamada: October 5

Mirabel Madrigal: October 6

Agustín Madrigal: October 6

Bae "Nemo" Nam-min: October 9

Elliott Morey: October 12

Gaston D’Avenant: October 13

Rose Whitman: October 15

Thomas Harrington: October 19

Todd Sionnach: October 20

David Hatter: October 29

Zero Hallows: October 31

PLOT ROUND-UP!

TING-TING GETS SOME NEWS

Characters Involved: Ting-Ting, Hercules, Su, Hera, Snow

Plot: Ting-Ting found out that she's pregnant -- gasp! After puking on the Ferris wheel at the fall carnival with Hercules (and also not getting her period) she had a hunch, but confirmed it with a test on Sept. 17 (John's birthday). So far, she's only told Hera, Su (and Mei) and Snow.

NORTHWEST MANSION HEIST

Characters and Muns Involved: Pacifica, Ollie

Plot: This thread is the culmination of a lot of self paras and plotting over the last few months as Pacifica and Ollie work together to steal the evidence they need to finally hold the Northwests accountable for their actions

PHENOMENAL CAT

Characters and Muns Involved: Cass, Hiro

Plot: To make sure that Aunt Cass isn't alone, Hiro used his skills with robotics and AI to create a cat for her named Boba

LETTER NEVER SENT

Characters and Muns Involved: Jessica, Belle

Plot: Jessica reaches out to Belle for help with her harassment and Belle has to turn her down

MERM GROUP THERAPY

Characters and Muns Involved: Bruce, Aquata, Gil, Alana, Gabriella

Plot: Bruce launched his merfolk therapy group! Aquata, Gil, Alana, and Gabriella all attended and they covered ground rules and then began discussing an anonymous online submission box where merpeople could share their concerns. They're a bit nervous about the security of the whole thing, but willing to take the risk.

KIM QUITS SSHIIT!

Characters and Muns Involved: Annie, Kim

Plot: After being sent on a wild goose chase by Annie to investigate the residents of Southern Isles, Kim finally put her foot down and told Annie she wasn't going to do it anymore. Annie didn't take it well.

POST-DEMON REBUILD

Characters and Muns Involved: Hercules, Aquata, Merida, Ren, Cora

Plot: The gym has been undergoing renovations following the PanDemonium attack, and the withdrawal of the forest from the pool area (bye otters ily). Everything should now be back to normal and classes have returned to their normal schedule!

GIL’S EX-LOVE COMES TO TOWN/THE RAS GETS EXTRA HELP ACTUALLY

Characters and Muns Involved: Gil, Jim, Roz

Plot: After a mission gone mostly wrong, Gil asks the RAS for extra help in Swynlake. Roz approves the request and Gil is shocked to find that his former flame/the spy he worked most closely with in NYC is now in Swynlake. TLDR: Leo is in town! Staying at the Tipton for now! Getting a lot of coffee with Gil... what does it mean??

The A.V. Club

Characters and Muns Involved: Penny Forrester, Eilonwy, Su, Angel

Plot: Penny has started a film club! People should join this if ur character likes film <3

ENCHANTRA COMES TO CALL

Characters and Muns Involved: Ella, Tiana, Aurora

Plot: After a disagreement about Willa’s education, Enchantra grew hostile, branching out into town in protest. Though her friends offered to help any way they could, Ella came to a compromise with Grandmother Willow, setting the forest back to normal as Ella moved into her own home closer to the forest itself.

BELLE’S REPERCUSSIONS FOR ACCIDENTALLY OPENING A PORTAL TO THE UNDERWORLD (OOPS!)

Characters Involved: Belle, Tibbs, Eilonwy, Alana, San, Mads, Berlioz, Hades, Toulouse, Ashitaka

Plot: Belle’s personal life has exploded in the wake of the Underworld opening. Her husband’s brother almost died and he won’t speak with her. Hades is disappointed in her. Her best friend, father figure, and other friends were injured. Her best friend, Berlioz, whom she told that it was her fault, is pissed at her now. She is trying to repent by throwing herself into getting the forest reopened but that’s not going well either…not to mention, Ashitaka showed up on her doorstep, causing even more problems…

BELLE GETS FIRED

Characters Involved: Belle, Agustin, James, Simba, Rose, Gil

Plot: As if summoning a demon wasn’t enough, now Belle has been fired from InterPride for insubordination. Her summer long crusade to help a cairn of Stone Trolls has been thwarted at every turn, building to a blow up with her boss. What’s her next move going to be?

CANDACE AND MIRABEL KISS

Characters Involved: Candace, Mirabel

Plot: At Phineas and Ed’s back to school party, Candace and Mirabel made out on the dance floor and then went back to Mirabel’s place for a hook up…except Mirabel started crying. Things got awkward and though Mirabel has apologized and explained she was upset about her ex…things are still weird

#swynnewsletter

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