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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.

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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.

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Task #8: 5 in-character Instagram post of another character. (5 different muns, ex: Phil posts one of Tom, Barbie, John, etc…), except Jean made 5 different character’s insta aesthetics and character posts, some of which feature other characters because it seemed more fun and he already had PS open.

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Dance with Spiders || AU

Task #3 (Plot an AU with a partner) and #12 (Plot a thread with two characters who do not know each other where they have to solve a problem).

@missxspider​

Now, LP wasn't a stranger to waking up with no recollection of what in tarnation had transpired the night before, feeling sore all over and/or having a hangover that made him curse a "not again" under his breath and promise to never again drink another drop of alcohol (only to repeat his awful life choices some nights later, but that wasn't the point)-

-waking up in jail, however, was a new thing. 

He'd promised himself he'd never end up in that place and had managed to evade it for a good while -until last night, it seemed; It was ironic, really, that he'd finally end up behind bars not because of the ocassional fight or his jo- no, his former job (he made a mental point of refering to it in the past tense. Not again, not again) but because of being a reckless drunk.

Which, was valid. An anticlimatic reason to end up in jail, but valid.

LP groaned, mouth still tasting of cheap alcohol and regret, as he got up his place on the floor then made his way to the bars proper, placing both hands on them, seeking for stability and to test how much strength he still had in him (which wasn't much). The surroundings were unfamiliar, the sunlight bothered him to no end, the floor was still shaking slightly under his feet and the only clue he had about his currents whereabouts was a sign in one of the walls.

"Phantompass" he read out-loud, hoping the name would help him remember how he ended in that town in the first place, but having no luck with that, nor anyone to ask questions to since the quaint little jail in what he supposed was the Sheriff's Office was empty except for him.

"What the hell happened last night?" he mumbled, moving a hand to search for his gun and-

-not finding it. Of course. Of. fucking. course. He was in jail, after all.

(He felt naked without it, though)

"What kind of pickle did you manage to drag yourself into now, LP?" he added, voice still barely a whisper before his attention jumped to the four figures that came through the door: two men and two women in a heated discussion about...something.

"-I mean, Sheriff Reed 's pretty sure of it" said a man, middle-aged, short and thin.

"Myup, we finally have the sonuvabitch" said the second man, who had more of an athletic built and cleaner clothes "the Lord above heard our prayers and we won't have to worry about this man's blasfemous actions anymore"

The women didn't seem all that thrilled, however.

"I'll believe it when I see it" said the older woman, with hair kind of a mess and black circles under her eyes "I think it's awful convenient, you know?"

"Mornin' ladies, gentlemen" LP finally said "I believe there's been a-"

But he stopped when he saw the other woman. He didn't know her per-se, he couldn't remember if he knew her hours ago (darned alcohol), but there was something about her that just seemed right (but also wrong) -and he wanted to ask about it, he really did, but thanks to all the cheap beer he'd had the some hours before his priorities were all amiss and what finally came out his mouth was:

"Legs"

Hey, he was a cowboy, not a poet.

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Hello/How are you

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.

@i-want-candy​

Lachlann MacNab wasn't necessarily the best with first impressions -to be completely honest the mere idea of them was something he didn't have a lot of fondness towards, since he prefered to actually exchange some words with people before making an opinion on whether he liked dealing with them (and he liked almost everyone, anyways).

Like, sometimes people had bad days and would rather not speak to anyone else, and sometimes people simply didn't like chatting a whole lot and that was perfectly valid. Life wasn't always like the cartoonish situations on TV or movies with their whole "meet cute" deal-

-which was an ironic train of thought coming from the guy literally bumping into someone at a Café (Hatter's, to be precise) and almost getting their lunch all over their pretty clothes. If movie logic was to be taken into account, that'd be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he said right as their shoulder bumped.

But since this was real life he, instead of getting butterflies, The Carpenters as background music and blurry lights, got...Phineas' sister in all her grumpy glory.

"-I didn't- wait. You are Candance"

Ah, Lachlann, ever the detective.

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Task #17: BDRP Memes: create memes (there are websites where you can do this) about characters, places, or things that happen in Swynlake! (10 minimum)

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Task #15: Write a story using either Tweets or entirely in texts between characters. “Jean makes his own interpretation of the task” edition

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Task #7: 5 headcanons for your/your character’s favorite place in Swynlake.

LP doesn't have a (1) favorite place in Swynlake, but plenty of them, so here's some little various headcanons.

Staying in Hatter's for more than thirty minutes can actually cheer people up. The place has a magical aura that just makes people feel anywhere from kind of giddy to "slightly in a better mood". The intensity depends on the person and the times they are exposed to Hatter's aura (read: the workers might have developed a higher resistance to the effect).

The rainbow coloured rocks at Atlantis Lake can be used as magical chalk. The images that are created with them constantly shift colours and float in place before dissapearing, once they are used they need to be "recharged" by putting them back into their original spot, where they'll absorb the Lake's magic. They’ll only “recharge” if put in that particular place, since it’s where moonlight’s energy gets concentrated.

Benbow's walls are thin, sure, but the place itself will amplify the sound that comes from a specific apartment if there's something fishy going on in there -one can't hide domestic abuse, the neighbours will know if something is happening. The building has a zero tolerance policy with abusers.

If you try to steal anything, and I mean anything, from Ruff to Fluff, the place will literally growl at you, even if there's no animals (or people) around. It just does that.

There's a spot beyond the rainbow coloured rocks' one, where the only sound one can hear is of birds singing. It can get freaky sometimes, though, since you'll always hear the birds singing the same song on repeat -even if it's night time, or winter. It's a relaxing spot to sit and think on if you don't mind that little detail.

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Task #5: Personality Aesthetic (Hogwarts houses, Myers-Briggs, Enneagram, vice/virtue, etc.)

Hufflepuff- ENFP

“(...) Anyone can do the right thing when it’s easy, but it’s what you do when things are hard that makes you a hero”

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Task #21: A list of 10+ characters you’d like to see in the RP (for you to play or someone else!)

Donald Mallard. You can have my left ear if you bring him.

Abigail “Webby” Vanderwack. Pretty please. We love the chaotic baby

Drake Mallard/ Darkwing. No surprises here.

Gosalyn Mallard. My baby girl.

Panchito Pistolas. Donald needs his Mexican boyfriend

José Carioca. Donald needs his Brazilian boyfriend

Kronker “Kronk” Pepikrankenitz. Himbo solidarity

Basil Rathbone. My lawyer has adviced me to not make any further comment

Dr. David Q. Dawson. He’s a sweet, sweet man

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Chaos! chaos! chaos!

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Task #16 Jukebox Musical/TV or Movie Soundtrack: come up with a playlist of at least 10 songs, write a scene summary to go with each one. Disclaimer under the cut.

Disclaimer: I, once again, decided to abuse the system. Nowhere on the prompt does it say that the scenes have to be related to a character I have, that's why I present to you: "The prompt, but short stories done with characters Jean would love to write but doesn't have the time to actually have".

Also, weeb rights.

*King  (English cover) -Will Stetson John Kingsbury 

Watch your back no warning warning Taking all my stress there's only just one thing to do Brace yourself for all my love's attack now Left side right side Bear your fangs it's time to fight Pa - pa - pa parade in shame tonight Left side. Right side. Bear your fangs and come alive Pa- pa - pa, Hah! You are king!

Mother always did like Richard best. 

Screw that, everyone always did like Richard best, even John liked his brother more than he liked himself. Even so, when he had been declared MIA during a mission with The Order, John quickly became the first option (the only option) for everyone -he was on cloud nine.

His new comrades didn't quite like him, but John didn't quite mind since he'd make sure that by the end of that year they'd be kneeling to him. Just  like he'd make sure that Richard never, ever came back, even if that meant making allies with a certain policeman and some Magicks whose information he'd make sure to erase from The Order's databases.

Pa, pa- pa Hah! He was (finally) King!

*La mer - Julio Iglesias cover  Basil Rathbone 

Mrs. Judson would have never expected to hear Julio Iglesias, of all things, coming from the flat. It was a strangely cheerful song for someone like Basil to hear, being the snob (not only musical, but general snob) he'd always been.

She was unsure about whether she really wanted to open the door, suddenly afraid of what she might find on the other side. Sometimes Basil would be immersed reading files upon files upon files, sometimes he would be languishing on the sofa while staring blankly at the roof, sometimes he would be walking around while talking to himself in a very obvious bout of mania -he was a wild card, that Basil, and the fact that she simply couldn't guess what he'd do next always worried her.

Worried as she was, she opened the door.

She found Basil staring at the portrait that hung just above the chimney, just...watching it. 

"I have always quite admired Le Carré's works" Basil merely said, without even looking at Mrs. Judson and instead keeping his attention on his own personal Karla while the song went on and on, silently hurting in all of the right places.

*Everybody loves me - OneRepublic  Kuzco Apaza

Get down, Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me

Kuzco was on a roll. 

He felt the stares as he made the street his personal catwalk and kept (very loudly) chatting with his lawyers on the other side of the phone. The sun was shining surprisingly strongly that day (surprisingly for that side of the world, that is), it's rays hit his jewelry and clothes and made him shine almost as strongly as the star itself.

There was no way anyone could ignore him. And he couldn't blame them -he was fabulous! A gift of the gods themselves, almost as brilliant as the sun and twice (no, thrice) as charming!

...and he was shouting his plans to build a waterpark on Atlantis Lake. And, sure, people didn't seem to love the idea quite yet, but...?

At least they were staring. And they'd eventually learn to love him.

*Dramaturgy (English cover) - Will Stetson Hans Westergård 

All alone now no one’s looking, act out in greed deceiving all their eyes But there’s no real me that You’ll find if you believe and I can’t find a single role that showed what’s really there to see

He caught the eyes of his reflection by accident.

Hans had tilted his head and his eyes had almost immediately found his own reflection against the showcases, making him forget about his date (what was her name again? He couldn't, for the life of him, remember that but he certainly did remember how much her net-worth was and which medicines she needed to take at what hours of the day, just like her previous beau had needed to do before the "accident" had happened) and focus instead on his own eyes.

The thing is...he couldn't find anything in there; The baby blue went on and on but there was nothing beyond- behind it-

-when he moved his gaze, however, he found that he was smiling even if he didn't felt like it. And that his carefully selected clothes looked as they had been designed just for him to wear (and they had), and that his globed hands were still holding his date's recent purchases inside the yellow bag even if he found every item utterly tacky and a ridiculous expense.

He was smiling and looking good and doing perfectly. So why did finding his own gaze him the same effect as placing a mirror in front of another, creating a ever going loop of emptiness?

Was he not playing his part correctly? What could possibly fill that void?

*My Neighbor Totoro/Azumi Inoue Music Box ver - R3 Music Box Totoro Seishin 

Totoro decided to take a nap under the sun while Chu and Chibi were busy playing with some squirrels. It was a sunny day and there was no place he'd rather be but outside, basking and feeling the grass under him.

At one point, however, he felt some extra weight on him. He didn't feel like moving or particularly offended by something deciding to lay on him, it was just amusing.

He couldn't be bothered to open both eyes, so he only opened one, finding a sleeping girl against his chest as if that was the most normal thing to do.

He smiled, closed his eye and decided that was quite fine by him.

*Delusion Girl - Oktavia Cover (TW Suicide and Mental Illness) Bernard Newhart

Every hero knows when they’re needed, so, that’s just what he’s born to be A man who manages throwing out his hand, Who doesn’t care if his own life is spared Such a feat like that, it’s a selfless act only completed in dreams And it stays like that for me With a crash I’m trapped back in reality

Bernard wanted to help, he really did. He just...didn't always know how. Nor did he know if it really matter.

His partner always seemed to be five steps ahead and the Australian she'd taken a fancy to was just like her, if not a couple of steps ahead of even her. And it made Bernard feel like a third wheel, to question if he was really doing something worthy, if he had done something, anything sufficiently good ever and-

-he caught the girl's cellphone before she ever noticed it had slid out of her hands. And soon enough he was getting hugged and receiving many 'thank you's and- and maybe that was enough?

*The Lost One's Weeping (English Cover) - Will Stetson (TW   Depression) Martin Ambrosius (Merlin)

And no matter how much time passes us by, We’re drunk on sweet and hypnotic lies. With all our sources of hardened pride We try to erase and hide now

Martin would always act indignant at the question, and would always reply with a 'I am under no obligation to use my magic to explain or prove anything to the likes of you'.

He was Merlin's blood, for fuck's sake! He didn't have anyone to prove anything to save for maybe the Once and Future King himself!

Oh how he hoped, deep, deep inside, that he would never wake, that he would never ask any questions, that he would never do anything but keep dreaming his mythical dream and let him live his unmagic life.

He was a showman, he loved smoke and light and mirrors, he could fool anyone, anytime -but he knew that wouldn't be enough if (when) the time came, that the Once and Future King would need an actual advisor, an actual wizard.

He prayed that day never came to pass.

*When you're evil - Aurelio Voltaire Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz

It gets so lonely being evil What I'd do to see a smile Even for a little while And no one loves you when you're evil I'm lying through my teeth! Your tears are all the company I need

"Ah, Perry the Platypus! Don't shake too much or you'll make the laser sharks angry and- no, hey! the insurance doesn't cover laser damage to the roo- yeah, that's better thank you. You might be wondering what this is all about- you see, noone has decided to play ME so far so- BEHOLD, THE HEINZ DOOFEN-INATOR! (patent pending) WITH THIS DEVICE I SHALL HIJACK ONE UNLUCKY ROLEPLAYER'S DRAFTS AND SLOWLY BUT SURELY CONSUME THE WHOLE THING THEN THE OTHER POSTS ON THE DASH, THEN THE WHOLE BEING DISNEY PAGE, THEN- HEY! HEY, DON'T DO THA- I'M NOT DONE WITH MY EVIL MONOLOGUE!"

*DEAD HAND - anakin ft. IA English (Ferry Cover)  (TW  Nuclear Warfare mention) Major Francis Monogram

Oh this is overwhelming, time for the iron curtain call The panic is seeping through the fractured border wall My livid heart powers this reactor core “Oh this is all wrong” but I don’t mind at all Turn up the volume, execute the protocol You know it’s M.A.D. and it’s all about to blow What an unfortunate way to end this show I shed a tear as you vanish in the snow

Francis had zero interest in dealing with anyone's shit (save for his own or his son's, that is) ever again; He'd done his time and the whole thing during the fucking Cold War had done a number on his nerves.

He still could remember how all seemed lost, an adequately mad situation (of Mutually Assured Destruction, that is) had come to pass and everyone in the HQ was losing his mind and running around like a bunch of headless chickens-

-until he very calmly pressed a couple of buttons and the thing was ok once more. Some people cried, some people laughed, some people shouted.

(Dramatic bitches, all of them. They didn't have to cause a scene just because of the fucking coffee machine)

That was one of many situations that made him love his retirement and not want to let go of it.

*Gasoline - Halsey (Captain) John Silver

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

'Phantom limb pain' sounded way cooler than it actually was. Silver would rather call it 'a pain in the ass' any day, but that'd be a misnomer since what hurt was his stupid (lack of) arm and not his ass and he was not risking some smartass trying to make a joke about his butt, thank you very fucking much.

Like, fuck, 'phantom pain' could be a sick name for a metal (heh) band. And hiding things inside his prosthetic was one of the few perks the whole thing offered, just like the fact that he could smack people with the thing without having to bother about hurting himself or dealing with that pain.

However, during that cold night he couldn't think of any possitives about the damned thing and cursed his rotten luck, his (lack of) arm and the thoughts that came along with them.

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Task #20: Create an in character PowerPoint. This is something they could’ve made themselves, for their friends, for a class/homework assignment, etc. It just has to be IN character.

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Task #30: Create a beauty/make up/getting ready for the day routine for your character. Must include at least 7 steps!

This is a transcript of some Insta stories on Launchpad's profile. He made a "Get ready with me" video as part of a challenge. - Video #1: INTERIOR. BEDROOM - MORNING: The camera is stable by the bedside. LACHLANN (30's, blue pajamas) is still in bed, which is made obvious by his silhouette under the blankets.

                                   LACHLANN (V.O, still quite asleep) Hey guys, I- I guess this is, huh, my morning routine? And, buh...

Lachlann moves under the blankets. He slides and falls from the bed with a THUD, he yelps. The video ends.

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Video #2: INTERIOR. BEDROOM - MORNING: The camera is now being held by Lachlann. We have a MEDIUM SHOT of him. He is now out of bed and standing. He still looks half-asleep and sports a bedhead.

                                  LACHLANN (looking at the camera) So, eh, I guess the first step was getting out of bed. I- huh, normally not fall out of it.

The video ends.

- Video #3: INTERIOR. BEDROOM -MORNING: Lachlann is still holding the camera, we can see that he is moving thanks to the background.                                   LACHLANN (looking at the camera) Once I'm out of bed I-

Lachlann yawns, then rubs his right eye with his left hand.

      LACHLANN (looking at the camera with one eye still under his fist) -I yawn and wish I was still in bed. I rub my eyes and clean the sides of my mouth. I don't, like, drool but sometimes some dried toothpaste from before I went to sleep 's still there 

He rubs the side of his index and his thumb against the side of his lips. The video ends.

- Video #4 INTERIOR. BATHROOM - MORNING: Lachlann is still holding the camera, we now know it is HIS CELLPHONE CAMERA, we can see that thanks to his reflection in the MIRROR ABOVE THE SINK. There's a CLOSED WOODEN DOOR behind Lachlann.

                                     LACHLANN (looking at the mirror) Then I walk to the bathroom. I, buh, use the toilet but I'm not showing that, then I wash my hands, then my face. Let's see-

Lachlann moves. He struggles to find a good place to place his cellphone in. The image gets out of focus, we can see LACHLANN'S PALM for a couple of seconds.

                                              LACHLANN (V.O) Nonono- wai-!

We hear a THUD and a SPLASH. The video ends.

- Video #5 INTERIOR. BATHROOM - MORNING: Images are clear once again. We can see WATER DROPLETS by the right and THE BACK OF THE FAUCET in the lower side of the shot. We also see Lachlann's blue-pajamas-claded chest.

                                                 LACHLANN (V.O) Eh- now, after saving the camera I- we- eh, I? wash my face, as I was saying previously.

Lachlann bends into the sink. He washes his face. We hear water splashing. Lachlann gets back up after a moment then stumbles out of the shot. He returns with A BROWN TOWEL.

                                                   LACHLANN And now I dry because I don't want to freeze to death

Lachlann laughs and dries his face without any incident. The video ends.

- Video #6 INTERIOR. BATHROOM - MORNING: The camera remains on it's previous position. The water droplets are no longer visible. We have a MEDIUM SHOT of Lachlann since he is now standing closer to the wooden door.

                                                LACHLANN Some people brush their teeth as soon as they wake up, but I wait until after breakfast because drinking orange juice after brushing 's a form of torture that probably 's prohibited by the Third Geneva Convention!

Lachlann laughs and shrugs.

                                                LACHLANN Some people also brush their hair at this point but I think I'm doing ok right now

Lachlann runs his fingers through his hair as he looks behind the camera. The video ends.

- Video #7 INTERIOR. BATHROOM - MORNING: The camera remains on it's previous position. We still have a MEDIUM SHOT of Lachlann and can still see the wooden door.

                                                 LACHLANN Anyways, now that is done I-

We hear BANGING AGAINST WOOD. Lachlann looks behind him. The wooden door is still closed.

                                              SCOTTISH VOICE (V.O) STOP FOOLING ‘ROUND YE ROCKET! SOME OF US WANT TA USE THE BATHROOM FER FUCKS SAKE! DON'T MAKE ME GET IN THERE!

Lachlann looks worriedly at the door for a second, then looks into the camera's direction and laughs.

                                              LACHLANN So, eh, I guess that's it for my, eh, morning routine, guys, I -  

                                          SCOTTISH VOICE (V.O) WHAT ARE YE DOIN' IN THERE, LACHLANN MACNAB!?

                                              LACHLANN Eep! Gotta go, guys! 

The video ends.

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Task #25: 10 headcanons about Swynlake in general! (It doesn’t matter if these match up with other people’s views!! It’s fun to hear everyone’s takes!)

*The people at the Sheriff Dept. and the Fire Dept. have an unspoken rivalry that only makes itself present during their annual soccer game. Things can get ugly before, during and after the game, but by the next day they'll be ok with one another once again.

*Benbow (the building itself) is quite the trickster. Chances are that if you live there you'll lose one of your left socks at least once (only the left ones, for some reason), the lost sock will always appear on another apartment's laundry. Always.

*People tell stories of a ghost nurse in Swynlake General Hospital. She appears around 1:00 and 4:30 am and only to patients having a hard time; Her uniform is spotless and people that have seen her say she smells of roses -most people don't believe that story, though, since it's awfully similar to "La Planchada"s.

*You will be fined if you sing the Wizard of Oz's theme while walking anywhere on Yellow Brick Road.

*Sometimes a man will appear in Main Street Park. He has a sunny disposition, an obviously fake (and terrible) cockney accent and his clothes will always be different from the ones he was using the last time you saw him -sometimes he'll be a one-man-band, sometimes he'll sell you matches, sometimes he'll sell you chalk to draw on the pavement with, sometimes he'll offer to clean your chimneys, sometimes he'll be sweeping the streets.

If you shake hands with him or blow him a kiss, you'll have awesome luck for the day.

*The man that appears in Main Street Park says he's Uncle Waldo's actual nephew, but that's unlikely and both of them will laugh when asked about the other.

*Sometimes ducks will walk around Excalibur road. They never jaywalk and people use them as an example of proper road etiquette.

*People are adviced to be careful around the squirrels on Main Street Park. Tourists generally don't take that warning seriously and get surprised when they find out their wallets are missing instead of their food -the locals will always shrug and say "you brought that upon yourself".

Nobody knows what the squirrels need the money for.

*Making prank calls in Swynlake is almost impossible. If you managed to, against all odds, prank-call the Fire Dept or the Sheriff's office you will start receiving calls every. hour. of. the. day. until you apologize.

The voice on the other side of the line is barely a whisper, but he promises to never give you up, never let you down, never run around-

*Town Hall has the best wi-fi around town and the tvs show every possible channel you could think of, even other countries' tv shows -some people will casually sit down and watch telenovelas in there.

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Task #26: Your character’s phone! List ten contacts, the last five messages, four apps, and screensavers!: “Jean made wholeass convos” edition

Ten contacts: *Dad *Mom *Loopy *Uncle Propeller *Cousin Farvel *Eilonwy *Kairi *Dewey *Marlin, surprisingly *Seamus

Four apps: *Uber (duh) *Instagram *Twitter *Spotify

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Task #14: A playlist that your character would actually listen to. (10 songs minimum.)

*Such a loser - Garfunkel and Oates  You’re a loser, but a dreamer You’re tired, but you’re strong You’re going on no evidence You don’t listen to common sense You went all in, and you were wrong

You are such a loser, good for you It’s something that a lot of people can’t do Trying is hard, that’s why people don’t do it Losing is hard, they can’t make it through it But not you

You are such a loser You are such a loser Here’s to you ‘Cause you deserve a cheering section too

*High Hopes - Panic! at the disco  Always had high, high hopes Had to have high, high hopes for a living Didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was gonna be that one in a million Always had high, high hopes

*Rock it for me - Caravan Palace  "Bad boys" are not so picky They ride away and feel so happy To fight for girls they do adore Snorting like boars rolling on the floor With their leather jacket and their rocky voice They hit, fight, kick, wreak havoc and rejoice Nobody knows what they are looking for A kind of battle axe or maybe more

*Rain on me - Lady Gaga I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive! Rain on me, rain, rain- Rain on me, rain, rain-

*Roki 「ロキ」 (English cover) - Will Stetson x Oktavia  Roki roki roll rockin’ rock and roll Shredding out a chord from my guitar while singing Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Come here and let me see you oh Come let the crazy beat free you, cause we’re Roki roki roll rockin’ rock and roll

*Sunburn - The living tombstone  Love is blind when you are staring at the sun You close your eyes 'cause you got nowhere to run When you lose your head your heart has nowhere left to turn Let it burn, let it burn I’m yours until you’ve had all your fun

I'm losing myself You smile and I get sunburned

*GHOST - Ferry Oh please erase this afterimage I’d trade this living core for all my past mistakes, I’ll stay Until this race ends with a photo finish I’ll be the silent phantom of those older days And then I’ll smile and fade away Just say my visage Will never leave your mind’s eye colourful display, I pray That you will grant me this one privilege But even if you let it fade and fray I’ll always love you anyway

*Pa pa ya! - Baby Metal

*That song - Amaranthe  It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were always telling me that I was wrong I was running around, I was chasing a dream They had their eyes on the dirty limousine I had to decide, I was coming along And then it changed when you sang me that song Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll

*We will rock you (cover) - In this Moment feat Lzzy Hale and Taylor Momsen  Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday You got blood on your face, you big disgrace Waving your banner all over the place