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[oh-phineas]

Lavender Haze | Phinnip (10 Years Later)

Monday, November 21 — Back to the Future Thread: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun! (This could be an existing connection or a connection that could possibly happen 10 years in the future! Should be 10+/- years in the past/future.)

This time last year, Phineas had thought he was on top of the world. He was wrong. This was on top of the world.

His brother was getting married!

And yeah, maybe Phineas and Mim hadn’t always gotten along, but over the years, they had found a rhythm to things. At this point, Mim felt as much a part of the family as anyone else, and honestly, it had kind of already felt like she and Ferb were married. But the time came when they decided they wanted to make it official (and honestly, Phineas just wanted an excuse to throw a big party). 

And yeah, it was a pretty big day for the podcast, too— they had just reached 100k subs— but Phineas wasn’t thinking about that right now. He posted the “thanks for the support” video he and Pip had filmed the other night and then turned off his phone, ready to attend to his best man duties.

Now, though, there was a lull between the end of the ceremony and the cocktail hour/reception/general revelry, so Phineas made the mistake of turning on his phone. It was blowing up with comments, so many that Phineas didn’t even bother to read them. 

And then Pip came bounding around the corner, looking frantic. Like he always did.

“Hey hey hey,” Phineas said, grinning. Somehow, a year after they had first kissed, seeing Pip still made Phineas’s heart flutter a little bit. Especially in that suit— one thing about Pip was that he really knew how to wear a suit. “I know I shouldn’t be checking my phone, but our post is going crazy. People love it.”

@exsqueak-me​

[doc-hudson]

Hi diddly ho || Agustin

Day 14 – Neighborly Plotting: Plot a thread with your neighbor(s) using the demographic sheet

@accident-prone-agustin

​

So, technically, they weren’t neighbours per-se.

Technically.

But Paul had already dealt with old MacTunnag’s (one of his closest neighbours, sadly) shit and still didn’t feel quite ready to greet his other closest neighbor, so he’d decided to try the old song and dance on the people from the farthest side of the Farmlands, the ones that lived in the absolutely gorgeous place that struck him as something out of a kid’s book illustration and of which he wouldn’t have to worry about if he were to make a terrible impression.

This one house, more akin to a little Hacienda was just… awe-inspiring in a way so very different to the rest; Where the other houses at the Farmlands were big, but mostly unassuming this was...a splash of colour, of life and movement and probably the antithesis of what he’d imagined the English countryside as.

It seemed like the best option, really; If Paul was to (voluntarily) introduce himself to any neighbours, it had to be the one’s living in that place.

So, there he was: store-bought pie in hand, cane in another.

He could only hope the people there were as warm as the place itself seemed to be,

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

SwynWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – Extreme Makeover: SwynRP Edition

A Fresh Look

Plot a thread where two characters are giving something — or someone! — a makeover.  

@genevieve-davenport​

Genevieve was the perfect choice for the start of her “fresh look” series! She was a fellow influencer, recently come to town, and had a cute little following of her own! Which meant that Isabela could get some new followers and so could Gen. It was a win-win, really! Plus, it seemed altruistic and nice and Isabela wanted to welcome the new influencer to town. She wasn’t competition! She was a potential new friend!

“Okay, so,” Isabela said as they walked into the boutique that Isa had a deal with. She held the door open as they swept in from the busy London streets. “This place is, like, so cute. I found it a few years ago and it is totally Magick-friendly, which is so rare for London. Obviously your style is super cute, but is there a different vibe you’re thinking of for this? After all, it’s a fresh look! We could do something like...European. Since you just moved?”

[outfit]

[terpsichore-of-hesiod]

The ol’ razzle dazzle || Hercorales || swynwrimo

@kouros-herc​

It had been snowing in Swynlake recently, which meant one thing: Cora was ready for Christmas. 

She hadn’t actually come into Olympus for a class, or to work out today, despite the athleisure wear she’d put on to head out of the house in. It wasn’t her fault that athleisure clothes were warm and comfy and made her look amazing. She was going to start a movement to bring back leg warmers, though. Her shins were absolutely freezing. 

But anyways - she had come in to Olympus to see if she could squeeze in another class this week because hey, demand was kinda high and she had the time, and, y’know, she was getting paid to be here, so why not? But as she had walked in she had seen a box under Herc’s arm, and a very sad looking Christmas tree sitting next to the front desk, and she had stopped right her in tracks. Disregard old mission objective. New mission objective: get the gym ready for the festive period. 

“Are you decorating?” She asked, making a beeline for Herc. It was kind of a redundant question, because he definitely was decorating, but she had said it more to get his attention than anything else. She reached into a box on the ground, pulling out a length of blue tinsel. “And if yes, do you need a hand? I love decorating. I’m a pro at it. Trust me - you’ll see.”

(outfit)

[sonotthedrama]

Cocktails and Gossip || Kandy [Flashforward]

Task #21 – Back to the Future Thread: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun! 

@i-want-candy​​

Galactic Cocktails in San Francisco, 2032

[Outfit] [Hair]

Kim was glad for the distraction of drinks with Candace. She'd been working a lot lately and was looking forward to some downtime before heading to Prague in a few days.

Kim hoped Candace would like the place; Kim had been recommended it by a client and thought it had a cool name. She texted Candace, telling her where to meet her and that she'd be at the bar.

Kim was sitting at the bar, waiting for Candace, which gave her the opportunity to observe the other people in the bar. She did this when she was bored, and plus, you can tell a lot about someone just by looking at them. Something Kim had honed over the course of her career.

Kim was observing a couple while sipping the glass of white wine she'd ordered while waiting for Candace when she noticed red hair passing by the window.

It had to be Candace.

Kim smiled as she entered, waiting for her to reach the bar before going in for a hug. She hadn't seen Candace in a long time, and she missed her. “Hi.”

[twentytanya]

Watch It | Tansie (20 Years Back)

Back to the Future Thread: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun! 

2002 was not Tanya’s best year. It was not her worst year, considering she had already died, but she did spend most of it wandering the streets of London and occasionally popping into waiting rooms or tourist attractions to try and find the emotions she needed. It was after this year that she would start to better understand the criteria for a good place to settle: it couldn’t be too small a town, but it also couldn’t be too big a city. London was too big.

In the meantime, though, Tanya also did a lot of pickpocketing, since the feeling of discovering something you thought was secure had disappeared from your bag or your pocket was extremely frustrating, especially to tourists. 

She had picked out this woman because she seemed like she was traveling, carrying herself in a different way from the rushing commuters. And when Tanya reached into her pocket and found a little brass pocket watch... ahh, perfect. Tanya loved shiny things.

She hung back and waited for the woman to notice. It had been a slow day for Tanya, and she was getting close to flickering. This was exactly what she needed.

[outfit]

@belladonna-wright​

[vcnatorr]

A hunter and a tiger walk into a bar || clash

Monday, November 7 -- Business Savvy Thread @professor-lungri​

Now, if he was being perfectly honest, Swynlake did not have a lot of choice when it came to watering holes. At least, not as much choice as Clayton was used to having, though at least the bars it did have offered some... variety. Still, more often than not he found himself stopping into the Hunted Deer on his way home after work, because it was sort of on his way home, if he took rather a large detour, but it wasn’t like Swynlake was particularly large to begin with.

He hadn’t come from work tonight, though. It was his day off, in fact, and perhaps many better sheriffs (sheriffs who, you know, actually cared about the town they had sworn to protect and serve), might’ve taken very few days off. They probably spent every hour of every day thinking about how best to look out for the townsfolk, staying up late into the night thinking of clues to help them put away whichever nasty little criminal kept knocking over the mail boxes, or whatever it was a sheriff was supposed to do. Clayton, however, believed that a little rest and relaxation was just the thing the sheriff needed, when trying to conduct such a high-octane, deeply stressful job as being sheriff to a relatively small population of misfits and miscreants alike.

Hence the Deer. Hence the glass of whiskey in one hand.

And he had expected it to be a rather quiet night until he heard the door open, head turning until he spotted Shere walking in. Clayton watched him with a curious smile, head tilted a little to one side. “Professor - fancy seeing you here. I haven’t seen you around in a while, I was starting to worry Pride U kept its professors chained to their desks.”

[vixey-chakraborty]

BDRPwrimo Day Twenty-Four – Personality Aesthetic

Clementine’s Characters as ASOIAF Houses

Make a personality aesthetic for 3 characters or 3 different personality types.

Vishaka Chakraborty as House Velaryon

“The Old, The True, The Brave”

House Velaryon is a vassal family of the Targaryens that followed them from Valyria before its destruction. According to some accounts, they settled Driftmark island as a trading outpost to mainland Westeros long before the Targaryens settled on nearby Dragonstone. The Velaryons were lower-ranking nobles and never dragonlords themselves, instead seeking their fortunes as merchant seafarers. Over time they came to command the Targaryens' fleets, and after the Targaryen Conquest, a Velaryon served as Master of Ships for the Targaryen kings so frequently that it was practically a hereditary office.

[lostinthewoods-kristoff]

Saturday, November 19 ~~ 5 times X, 1 time Y

5 times Kristoff thought about kissing Mitte, and the one time he actually did

TW: mentions of blood, mentions of death

@mighty-mitte

i. A memory of a dream. He should probably let it go but it's a lot easier just to let his mind wander, especially when he's doing something like this. The Farmlands are coming to life again for the springtime. Kristoff had come across the old farmer he used to work for who'd asked him, hey, think you could come help out for a few nights? Our son doesn't come home as much anymore and it's hard to find a good shepherd, we just need some night time cover-- Kristoff had stopped him there. Told him when he'd be round, said he wouldn't need much even when he was offered a good meal and some warm clothes to sit around in.

But it was how he ended up here, anyways. The nights are still chilly even as February gave way to spring. He's bundled up as best he can be, a jumper so thick that it made moving hard sometimes, a waterproof coat wrapped around him as well. Not that he really needs it once he's settled in the corner of the shed; it's dry, sheltered from the wind, and the sheep act like decent space heaters when they drift close enough.

It's quiet. Settled. That's why his minded wanders. Back to somewhere a little more violent, though. Punches thrown, shots fired, voices calling out. A mission to complete, but more than that, something that had been building for a while - Kristoff thinks about the way Mitte had wrapped her legs around his waist as he'd pressed her against the wall, her hands sliding into his hair, the mission forgot about. Why had they been spys again? He can't remember. Doesn't supposes it matters. He thinks about the slick slide of her lips against his, the way he'd gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and then a hard, fluffy head bumps against his shin and he looks down. One of the ewes looks up at him, bleats.

"Sorry, boss," He tells her. She chews the leg of his jeans for a moment before she gives up and plods off again, over to the water trough in the corner. It doesn't really take the vision away completely, but it does help him toget the thought of his mind, at least for a while. At least until his mind begins to wander again, something he can't seem to stop.

ii. He's back in the forest. Springtime is well underway and the forest is flourishing. He'd assumed he was on his own - he usually was, when he was in the forest. He revelled in the quiet, the peacefulness. The place wasn't still; there was always the shifting of the tree branches in the wind, the rustle of some small creature returning to his burrow, but that’s what he kind of likes about it. He kind of likes that even though he was on his own, he wasn't truly alone. And he likes that the forest was so full of life after such a long, bleak winter.

And then he isn't alone. There's someone clinging to him, their lips at his neck, their teeth digging into his flesh-- and when they pull back it isn't a they, it's Mitte. She's pulling back, looking at him, seeming so apologetic. She's framed from behind with by the sunlight that filters down through the trees, setting a warm glow behind her. Maybe it's the blood loss that's making him absolutely fucking crazy as he slumps against a tree trunk and down to the ground, but she looks... pretty.

She always looks pretty, he reminds himself. And for the briefest of seconds, as his vision goes black around the edges and he blinks hard, trying to get it to go back to normal, he remembers that dream. Remembers the kiss, remembers the rest of it. Thinks about how this interaction could've been different if Mitte's lips had found his own instead of his neck.

He frowns, hand pressed to his neck. He really needs to focus. He looks up at Mitte, swallowing thickly. She's talking. He blinks hard. “What do you mean— breaks your neck?”

iii. “I used to hook up with this chick who was in a church choir though, that’s the only time I ever went." Mitte says, as she trails after him through the forest. He's working, again. He doesn't know why she's come to find him but she has, and he's hardly going to turn her away. "Still if i’d known I was going to be barred for enternity I’d have caused more mischief while I had the chance.”

Kristoff has stopped listening, though. He wishes he could be better but at the end of the day he's just a man, and not a good enough one to stop his mind from wandering at the image Mitte paints for him. Not that he's trying to be pervy or anything, he's not thinking about her and some miscellaneous woman in a church, rather--

Him. Him and Mitte in a church, him and Mitte here, in the forest. Mitte's hands in his hair and his arms around her waist. It would be pretty funny, probably. Making out in a church, knowing that you're not truly alone because God's always watching, right? Kristoff's never been the religious type, really. The trolls have their own belief system and his human parents had never really bought into religion anyway so he knows very little about the whole thing except for the obvious. Probably pretty blasphemous, though. And he doubts the church pews would be very comfortable, or very easy to navigate when your hands were busy. His hands, sliding across Mitte's skin--

“I think you probably caused enough mischief for a lifetime.” He says instead, coming back to the present, blinking away images that likely won't dissipate for a while, anyways, no matter how hard he tries to get them to go. “Probably enough for me, too, which is good, ‘cause I don’t think I’ve ever really been in a church, and I don’t really plan on it either.”

INTERLUDE - PROM, 2021 “And what’s my other option?” He asks her, sounding vaguely strangled. “If— if I don’t just want to dance? And… if I don’t want to stop the flirting…?”

Mitte giggles, tips her head to the side. Kristoff's eyes look off down the hallway, where he can see a non-descript door, a sign on the front that likely reads STORAGE. His heart hammers in his chest and it embarasses him because he knows that she can hear it. If she placed her hand on his chest she'd feel it, threatening to beat right out from under his skin, and her touch would only make it worse.

His hand in hers - she leads the way, just like he tells her to. The cupboard is fairly dark inside but he supposes it doesn't need to be well lit; if anything, it's good lighting for what they're doing. It takes him a minute to warm up, a soft reassurance from her until he finds his footing-- lifts her up so that her legs are wrapped around his waist and kisses her less carefully than he had before. He trails them along her jaw, along her neck, soft, scorching kisses until he lifts his head to reclaim her lips again, hands sliding up her sides.

And then she's pulling back. He steps away. "I gotta go," She says, and Kristoff's head swims. "Somewhere with better air circulation next time, maybe.”

She winks at him before she goes, but it takes a long minute for his brain to catch up. Stood in the half-dark, his breathing heavy. He takes a breath. God this was a stupid idea. He shakes his head; idiot. Why did he let himself get so swept up--? Doesn't matter. He straightens his tie, grabs his jacket, and heads back out to the party.

iv. The invitation had come out before he had meant for it to, really. Inviting her back to the Quarry for their new year's celebrations - it was a little much, right? Or maybe not, maybe it was just... friendly. How would she see it? Is she overthinking it as much as he is?

The fire in the middle of the camp, set by his family but there only for his benefit, keeps him warm during the story. When they bring the guitar out he hangs his head - normally he would only put up a little bit of a fight but now he's looking at Mitte, thinking she's going to get a real kick out of this, she's not gonna let this one go-- but it isn't Flemmingrad's Day if he doesn't sing the song. And they like the musical accompaniment that the guitar brings and honestly? He can't see no to his family.

So he takes the guitar, tunes it - he shouldn't leave it out in the quarry, probably, but they take good care of it. He sings the Ode to Flemmingrad as he does every year and when he's done he looks at Mitte, assuming she's hold back laughter. He can't read the expression on her face but for a moment it just feels so... familiar. So gentle. She looks so pretty, she always looks so pretty, and now she's here, sitting next to him, his family around. It would be so easy to kiss her again. Hard to get the memory of her lips on his out of his head sometimes and even moreso right now. His family would probably be really embarassing, though. They'd cheer or something. Kristoff's eyes land on her lip for a moment too long before he looks away, back at the fire. Sure, it would be so easy to kiss her, but she had been the one to pull away last time. He's not sure he can take that rejection again.

v. It's a dream of a dream. A continuation of a dream - he's wearing a shirt and tie and sitting in an office, typing up some kind of report that he's barely reading and he looks up. Mitte looks back at him from her desk, grinning. He gives her a nod, a sly, secret gesture. No one in the office knows about them yet, he has to fill in a form and have a meeting with HR before anything can happen out in the open but his office door is easily closed.

She slinks in, looking as innocent as she always does - he knows it's an act, though. Has since their little day off. She grins at him, coming round to sit on his desk once the door is closed and Kristoff doesn't hesitate to hold his arms out to her, welcoming her into his lap. He kisses her without pause, the press of her lips so familiar. They've done this so many times now - at his apartment, at hers, in the office supplies room, at his desk. It's nothing new but it feels so exciting, every single time.

He wakes up alone. His bedroom dark save for a sliver of moonlight that peaks in between the curtains. He touches his fingers to his lips, huffs a sigh. He has to forget about it - he keeps telling himself that. He always has trouble forgetting when it comes to Mitte, though.

[lou-bonfightme]

SwynWriMo Day Fourteen – Neighborly Plotting

Signed, Sealed, Delivered || [Loulette]

Plot a thread with your neighbor(s) using the demographic sheet.

@paulette-moi​

Toulouse had never lived in an apartment before. It was more of an adjustment than he had thought, not that he would admit that to anyone. It was lonely and quiet and thankfully no one lived above him. The sounds of people in and out of their apartments at all hours was disconcerting and Lou found he was having trouble sleeping. It almost made him miss his ramshackle cottage on the edge of town, but it was far too close to the Acherons for his comfort. He’d rather take the lack of sleep, thank you.

And he, certainly, would not admit that without having lived at the Acherons for the last year or so, he would’ve been entirely, hopelessly lost.

Sure, he still took his laundry home to the mansion for Nounou to do and she still brought him most of his meals...but other than that, he was entirely self-sufficient. He even got his own mail, instead expecting it delivered on a silver platter in the early evening at tea time.

After taking Victoire out for her evening walk, just before tea, he stopped in the mail room to unlock his mailbox. There were a few letters of inquiry for commissions. Bills, blech. And then--

How interesting.

Lou sighed through his nose and then climbed the stairs, Victoire’s leash wrapped lightly around his wrist. When he reached his door, he stepped across the hall and raised his hand, Victoire’s leash dangling from it, and knocked on the door.

[outfit]

[hngrylikethewoolf]

Sunday, November 13 – Crack!ship AU: Write a crack!ship au AND Saturday, November 26 – The Final Labor: Based on the final task for the labors, write an AU featuring all your characters in a role.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, BRIEF MENTIONS OF GORE [Severed Finger], PSYCHOTIC BEHAVIOR, DEPICTIONS OF GRIEF, GUNS

Pairings: Shere Khan/Mazhar 'Mads' Morey, Errol Woolf/It's A Surprise 😉, Background Jessie Wright/Babette Durand

Tags: Established Relationships, Grief, Major Character Death, Alternate Universe - Daemons, Alternate Universe - The Fugitive (Movie), Alternate Universe - Criminal Minds, Touching Daemons Taboo Doesn't Apply to The BAU Team, Team As Family, Serial Killers, I am So Sorry

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am sure some of this is wildly out of character, but I had a ton of fun, so I will not be sorry. Enjoy <3]

TAGGING; @labellerose-acheron, @oh-heartlessman, @aquata-the-champ, @babettexdurand, @dr-drckken, @vcnatorr, @toby-determined, @mads-morey

[oh-phineas]

Saturday, November 26 — The Final Labor: Based on the final task for the labors, write an AU featuring all your characters in a role. Choose an AU, set out a list of goals for yourself based on tropes within that AU (ex. a red shirt has to die if you’re doing Star Trek or someone in the group gets bitten by a zombie and doesn’t tell the rest if you’re doing an apocalypse), then write to your heart’s content! To count, each character must have a role and your tropes must be laid out beforehand.

PRESENTING: INTERPRIDE, INC: A WORKPLACE COMEDY

(Inspired by The Office, Parks and Rec, Abbott Elementary)

Starring...

Phineas Flynn as the TEMP/MILLENIAL PARODY Tiana Truitt as ACCOUNTING/THE JADED OLD-TIMER Aquata Triton as SALES/THE PARTY ANIMAL Anna Sommers as SOCIAL MEDIA/THE SWEET GIRL WITH A DOPEY BOYFRIEND Bruce White as CUSTOMER SERVICE/THE CLUELESS GUY WHO’S ALWAYS LOOKING INTO THE CAMERA Anastasia Tremaine as THE CORPORATE GIRLBOSS Tanya Tiwari as THE RECEPTIONIST/THE ONE WITH A SHADY PAST Mirabel Madrigal as HUMAN RESOURCES/THE UNREQUITED CRUSH and...  Lightning McQueen as THE BOSS WHO’S A CLOWN!!!

And featuring other tropes such as...

Gift gone missing!

Looking into the camera!

Humorous shots illustrating voiceovers!

An office party that gets a little crazy!

An ill-advised entrepreneur’s idea!

Takes place in an extremely random city!

Let’s go!!!

SCENE ONE (COLD OPEN)

[We open on a nondescript office park in a small American city. A Honda Civic pulls into a parking spot and an angry man storms out of a Subway sandwich shop. We witness an exchange between the driver of the Civic and the sandwich artist. Meanwhile, voiceover]

LIGHTNING: Myyyy name is Montgomery McQueen, I am the regional manager of the InterPride branch here in Trenton— Trenton Makes, the World Takes.

[The shot cuts to LIGHTNING, who is now sitting in his office, a small room with dark green wallpaper and a window behind him covered in blinds. His desk is littered with NASCAR paraphernalia as well as several Hot Wheels cars, one of which he is idly moving back and forth as he speaks]

LIGHTNING: You can call me Lightning, everyone does. Kachow. [HE winks] People always ask me what gets me out of bed in the morning, and you know what I say? I like the idea that I can inspire my team.

[Cut to PHINEAS, a twenty something wearing a blazer over a hoodie, who is tapping his fingers on the copy machine while it prints sheet after sheet]

LIGHTNING [voiceover]: They are so… what’s the word I’m looking for?

[Cut to AQUATA, who is playing Solitaire on her computer while chatting with someone on the phone, looking annoyed]

LIGHTNING [voiceover]: They just need a little guidance, I think. And I am a veteran of this place. Twenty years! When I first started at this place, I was just an intern. But then I grew up. And blossomed. I want to watch these kids blossom, you know?

[Cut to TANYA in the kitchen, spooning soup from one Tupperware to another, and then pan to BRUCE, who stares directly into the camera, looking terrified, and then disappears into another room. Cut to LIGHTNING in his office again, who stops playing with the car and looks into the camera with a grin.

LIGHTNING: Welcome to Interpride!

[OPENING CREDITS: LOVELY DAY by Bill Withers. In one continuous shot, the camera makes its way through the office, beginning at the reception desk, where TANYA is filing her nails. It pans to MIRABEL, who is rushing through the entryway with a stack of filing folders, which she drops and spills everywhere. In a quick pan, the camera turns to TIANA and AQUATA, who appear to be gossiping at the water cooler. PHINEAS tosses a business card onto ANNA’S desk, who blushes, and then pans to BRUCE, who is once again staring into the camera. A Zoom screen pops up on an unattended computer, showing ANNIE, waving and grinning. Then the camera moves again, past several desks until it settles on LIGHTNING, kicking his feet up on his desk. The camera zooms in on a mug on LIGHTNING’S desk with the words INTERPRIDE, INC. emblazoned across the front].

SCENE TWO

[We open on MIRABEL, who is carefully lettering the back of a mixtape. The phone rings, prompting the camera to quickly pan to the reception desk, in a motion that seems hurried. We see TANYA, who appears to be assembling some kind of mysterious contraption, roll her eyes and press a button, which prompts the phone in LIGHTNING’S office to ring.]

LIGHTNING: Annie! So good to hear from you!

[LIGHTNING stands up and shuts the door, and the camera zooms in through an opening in the blinds that separate Lightning’s office window from the rest of the office. We hear ANNIE’S voice through the speakerphone].

ANNIE: Hey, Monty. I’m just gonna cut to the chase. I need you to get me that name by end of day.

LIGHTNING: [chuckles nervously] It’s Lightning, now, remember? We’re doing Lightning.

ANNIE: Uhhh, yeah, sure, Lightning [she says it carefully, the verbal equivalent of pinching the tiniest piece of fabric between two fingers when picking up someone else’s laundry].

[We cut to LIGHTNING in an interview shot in his office]

LIGHTNING: Annie is what I would call… well, Annie is from corporate. She doesn’t really understand the way things work in our little family.

[Cut to ANNIE, a well-dressed woman in her forties in a much sleeker-looking office. The Interpride, Inc. logo is mounted on the wall behind her].

ANNIE: [deadpan] Monty is an idiot.

[Cut to LIGHTNING in his office, on the phone with ANNIE again]

LIGHTNING: So, here’s the thing, Annie. I couuuuld get you that name, or—

ANNIE [through the phone]: Lightning, I really don’t wanna hear it. We’re on a time crunch. Get me that name.

[Cut to LIGHTNING in interview setting again]

LIGHTNING: Layoffs? Of course there aren’t going to be layoffs. [Chuckles nervously] Who said anything about layoffs?

SCENE THREE

[ANNA types away at her desk, which is plastered with photos of herself and PHINEAS. There are also various books and knickknacks scattered about. On the other side of her cubicle sits AQUATA, who has a resting angry face as she furiously punches numbers into a spreadsheet]

ANNA: Hey, Aquata?

AQUATA [joylessly, not pausing her typing]: What?

ANNA: Can you make sure you send me those Q3 sales numbers?

AQUATA: I already sent them to you.

ANNA: Really? Because the only email I have in the past hour from you is blank, with just this attachment where it looks like you were ordering something from AliEx—

AQUATA: [suddenly pausing her typing] Uh, give me a second, I’ll have it over to you in a minute.

[PHINEAS sidles up to Anna’s desk, prompting an eye roll from AQUATA, who goes back to typing]

PHINEAS: Hey hey heeeey, how’s my favorite Twitter Boss?

ANNA: [simpering] My official title is social media assistant, Phineas.

PHINEAS: Aahhhh, that’s what it was. How about smartypants?

ANNA: [giggling] Shouldn’t you have work to do?

[The camera pans to BRUCE, who is talking on a headset, but still manages to get a direct look into the camera. It pans back to PHINEAS]

PHINEAS: Prolly. But I wanted to talk to you.

ANNA: Okay, well, we’re still on tonight, right?

[PHINEAS’S face goes entirely blank, like he has no idea what ANNA is talking about. The camera pans to MIRABEL, who has paused in writing on the back of the cassette tape, now watching PHINEAS disdainfully. She glances to her side and sees the camera focused on her, blushes, knocks the tape onto the ground, seems to panic momentarily, and then goes back to typing something on her computer. TIANA walks by, sees the tape on the ground, and picks it up, then walks away]

[It dawns on PHINEAS, as we pan back to him, that he was supposed to have a date with ANNA tonight].

PHINEAS: Oh, man, I’m really sorry, babe, but I got this really important call with a potential investor tonight.

[Cut to PHINEAS in the conference room, being interviewed]

PHINEAS: Yeah! So, it’s basically the Keurig of hot sauce. The idea is that you pop one of these bad boys in the machine [holding up a small red pod] and it’ll evenly distribute it all over whatever you’re eating. No more guesswork. And it’s single serving! So you don’t have to open a whole bottle every time you want to try a new variety. I’ve been talking to some people about it, and I think I stand a pretty good chance at getting on Shark Tank.

[Cut to ANNA in the conference room, being interviewed]

ANNA: Um, yeah! [Looking a bit tired, a bit disappointed] I’m totally supportive of Phineas’s ideas. He’s really smart. [Overcompensating a little] I mean, I think that just comes with the territory of dating a genius, you know? You gotta let them do their thing. Sometimes they’re a little… forgetful.

[Cut to ANNA and PHINEAS still chatting by ANNA’s desk. MIRABEL walks by, looking panicked now, and stops at the reception desk. TANYA doesn’t look up from the contraption she is still building at her desk].

MIRABEL: Tanya— [TANYA ignores here. MIRABEL groans and raises her voice, more sharply now] Tanya!

TANYA: [looking up, scowling] Jeez, why are you so loud?

MIRABEL: [sighing] Tanya, have you seen, like, a little cassette tape?

TANYA: [back to working on her gadget] No. 

[Cut to MIRABEL in the conference room, interview setup]

MIRABEL: Okay, it’s really silly, but— I made this mixtape for Anna because we’ve been friends for a while now…

[Continue in voiceover as cut to a shot of ANNA leaning over the barrier of MIRABEL’s cubicle, giggling. MIRABEL looks up at her, blushing]

MIRABEL: And then I actually looked at it and I was like, wow, uh, actually, I don’t think her boyfriend would appreciate this…

MIRABEL: What songs do I have on it? Uh, I dunno, it’s just that I think it could be interpreted a certain way… Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, Break Up With Your Girlfriend by Ariana Grande… The point is that I really need to get this thing back before Anna sees it and gets the wrong idea.

[Cut back to MIRABEL at the reception desk. LIGHTNING walks by, whistling Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.]

MIRABEL: Wait! Lightning!

LIGHTNING: Mirabel! Just the person I was looking for. Follow me, I have something to talk to you about.

[MIRABEL visibly perks up and follows LIGHTNING into his office. He sighs loudly, long-sufferingly, as though he has the most difficult job in existence]

LIGHTNING: Have a seat. Mirabel, Mirabel, Mirabel…

[MIRABEL sits in one of the chairs opposite LIGHTNING’s desk, starting to look more confused/worried]

LIGHTNING: Well, there’s no easy way to say this. You’re fired.

MIRABEL: What?! Why?!

LIGHTNING: [Looks aside into camera and cringes, then takes a deep breath and hardens his expression as he looks at MIRABEL again] You are… not an essential member of this team, and corporate has mandated layoffs. I’m sorry. Maybe if your performance had—

MIRABEL: Performance? I’m Human Resources! The only Human Resources rep at this branch! Is that even legal? 

LIGHTNING: [pauses, as though unsure if this is actually legal] Uh, well, actually— [glances down at his notepad again] Kidding!

MIRABEL: [looking completely and utterly lost now] What? You’re kidding?

LIGHTNING: Come on, Mirabel, learn to take a joke! [He stands up] Now get back to work! Oh, we do have fun here…

MIRABEL: That wasn’t— how—

LIGHTNING: [chuckling] Oh, Mirabel. C’mon, you’ve got to get back to work now…

MIRABEL: [standing up but not leaving] So corporate isn’t mandating layoffs?

LIGHTNING: Uh, well, we’ll have to see about that one, actually, I’m not… sure.

MIRABEL: You’re not sure.

LIGHTNING: Don’t worry about it. [glances into the camera and smiles nervously]

SCENE FOUR

[The BREAKROOM, a small kitchenette area with appliances, a water cooler, and a table. AQUATA and TIANA hover by the water cooler, while BRUCE eats grocery store sushi and TANYA furiously types code into a laptop]

AQUATA: I’m just saying, the client sent me an entire handle of vodka and what was I supposed to do, say no?

TIANA: I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you were supposed to do.

[Cut to TIANA in the conference room interview setup]

TIANA: Look, I’ve worked here for thirty years, I don’t give a [bleep] what people do anymore. If Aquata gets written up, not my problem.

[Cut to BREAK ROOM]

AQUATA: I just think if we have an office party and we all drink it, you can split up the cost of it so that it’s actually way under the maximum gift threshold.

TIANA: I’m not sure that’s how that–

[MIRABEL bursts in]

MIRABEL: Someone’s getting laid off!

[BRUCE stares into the camera in horror]

AQUATA: What?!

TIANA: What…

AQUATA: Well, who?

MIRABEL: I don’t know! It was almost me!

TIANA: You don’t know and you’re HR?

MIRABEL: I don’t know what just happened, but Lightning called me into his office and tried to fire me and then he changed his mind and tried to act like it was a joke, but when I tried to ask about the layoff rumors, he started acting really weird?

[TIANA, AQUATA, and BRUCE’S jaws drop in horror]

AQUATA: I’m pretty sure my buddy Henry at corporate mentioned there have been cuts recently…

TIANA: [nonplussed] You mean your buddy Henry who’s getting investigated for wire fraud?

[Cut to BRUCE in conference room, interview setup]

BRUCE: [terrified] I don’t know anything about that. They just brought me on for some extra customer service help after Lightning’s Twitter incident [Cut] I don’t know anything about the Twitter incident, either. Please don’t ask me this stuff!

[Cut to BREAK ROOM] 

MIRABEL: Look, I can try and get in touch with Annie and see what’s going on, but…

TANYA: [snorts] I’ll take care of it.

[EVERYONE stares at TANYA]

AQUATA: What do you mean, you’ll take care of it?

BRUCE: I think it’s better if we don’t ask questions.

TANYA: Exactly. Everyone listen to Bruce.

[An awkward silence descends]

MIRABEL: Uh, so, while I have everyone here, has anyone seen a mixtape?

TIANA: The one Lightning dropped?

MIRABEL: What?

TIANA: I dunno, I saw a mixtape on the ground and it was exactly his taste in music, so I put it in his mailbox. Why? It didn’t belong to you, did it? It looked like some kind of weird jealousy playlist. Assumed it had to do with his obvious crush on Annie. The whole vibe of it was pretty pathetic, to be honest.

MIRABEL: [Glances at the camera, horrified, then looks back at TIANA] Uhhh, no, I must be thinking of a different one.

SCENE FIVE

[The CONFERENCE ROOM. ANNA sits toward the front, anxiously tapping her fingers. PHINEAS sits next to her, scrolling on his phone. TANYA is peeling an orange. AQUATA, MIRABEL, and BRUCE sit toward the back, looking somewhat anxious as well. TIANA is dozing off. LIGHTNING stands at the front of the room, giving a presentation]

LIGHTNING: So I know there has been a lot of scuttlebutt lately about potential layoffs, and I am pleased to announce–

[Pan to the other employees, who lean forward with interest, except for TANYA, PHINEAS, and TIANA, who are still checked out]

LIGHTNING: You have nothing to worry about unless you have had any kind of performance issue.

[General confusion and outbursts from the employees]

MIRABEL: What does that even mean?

LIGHTNING: It means that I’m going to evaluate everyone’s performance and–

TANYA: Guys, I really wouldn’t be that worried. It’ll work itself out.

LIGHTNING: Exactly! That’s the spirit, Tanya. Everything happens for a reason.

TANYA: No, I mean, nobody’s getting laid off. You should be getting a call from Annie in three, two…

[Phone rings]

LIGHTNING: I will… go get that.

[Quick camera pan to LIGHTNING on the wall phone]

LIGHTNING: Uh… huh. Uh huh. Well! That’s good news! I knew you would see reason… oh, it has nothing to do with me. I mean, it had a little to do with me, right? Since I’m the branch manager? [A beat] Uh, anyway. Thank you for the great news. I will share with my staff!

[LIGHTNING returns to the front of the conference room, camera follows]

LIGHTNING: Well, good news, no one is getting laid off!

AQUATA: What?!

[Zoom in on TIANA rolling her eyes]

MIRABEL: How is that possible?

LIGHTNING: You know, sometimes the stars align, and… 

[Cut to TANYA in the conference room, interview setup]

TANYA: [smirking, self-satisfied] All I’m gonna say is that Henry isn’t the only one who was involved at wire fraud at corporate. 

[Cut to main scene in conference room]

LIGHTNING: You know what? We should celebrate! It’s already four, let’s start happy hour now. I actually found this mix tape, looks like perfect party music. 

[zoom in on MIRABEL, who glances at the camera nervously]

SCENE SIX

[The main office setting. Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield is playing, and the staff is milling about. AQUATA is pouring shots of vodka]

AQUATA: For legal reasons, I need everyone to have at least one.

TIANA: You don’t need to tell me twice.

[They both drink]

[Pan to ANNA, approaching MIRABEL]

ANNA: I think it was really sweet of you to make that mixtape.

MIRABEL: [nearly spitting out her drink] What? I didn’t make that mixtape! I don’t– it’s not–

ANNA: [giggling] It’s okay. I know you didn’t want anyone to know. But I didn’t think anyone else noticed how sad Lightning was when he found out that Annie had a boyfriend, so I thought it was really nice to get him a playlist of some songs he could use to cope with that.

MIRABEL: [realization dawning on her] Oh. Yeah. Yeah, uh, you got me.

[ANNA pats MIRABEL on the shoulder, and MIRABEL blushes]

[Cut to LIGHTNING in his office, interview setup]

LIGHTNING: You know, I think the best part of being a boss is seeing people come together like this. 

[Voiceover continues as the camera cuts to scenes of the party. PHINEAS teaches BRUCE a TikTok dance]

LIGHTNING: Some people think an office is just an office, but it’s also a community, you know?

[AQUATA tosses a piece of popcorn and ANNA catches it in her mouth. They both cheer. MIRABEL watches, smiling]

LIGHTNING: They say you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family. Well, you also can’t pick your coworkers. Unless you’re me. I pick all the coworkers.

[TANYA mutters something, and BRUCE glances at her in surprise, as though holding back laughter. TIANA makes a remark. Then they all burst out laughing. Cut back to LIGHTNING in his office]

LIGHTNING: I think I did a pretty good job picking, didn’t I?

[Phone rings]

LIGHTNING: Annie! You know, I actually can’t talk, happy hour’s starting. And you won’t believe this playlist.

[END SCENE]

SCENE SEVEN (Tag)

[PHINEAS in the conference room, interview setup] 

PHINEAS: So there’s five different flavors right now. Coolio Chipotle, Slammin’ Sriracha, Garbage Sauce, Jalapeno Business, and Flynn Surprise. We actually have a prototype for the machine, too, you wanna see it?

[takes out a Keurig machine with the words INSTA-SAUCED taped over the logo]

PHINEAS: So, I put my burrito here… [puts burrito under the dispenser] and one of the sauce cups goes here… [adds a reusable K-cup to the top] and away… we…

[Machine pops open, spraying hot sauce everywhere]

PHINEAS: AHHH, [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP]

[END]

[doc-hudson]

Hard rock || Martin

17 – Wanted Ad: Create a plot call for a service your character needs or wants

@geehosaphat

Sometimes problems call for creative solutions.

Then again, and platitudes aside, simple truth was that Paul was trying to justify his own dubious ideas and trying to shield himself from his own (justified) judgment with a quote, then hoping for the best.

He should know better by now, that he did know, but once that particular sense of direction, of necessity, struck him...well, he knew full well that he was fucked and there was no stopping whatever idea had snuck it’s way into his brain this time -it’d always been that way and probably always would be.

But, of course, then came the inevitable problems: for one, he wasn’t familiar enough with the Town (a work in progress) and he didn’t know jack shit about rocks, gems or anything of the like, even if they played an important part on this particular idea.

So, this was to become the Rock Shoppe’s problem.

“Excuse me” he called, piece of hematite in hand, hoping that the one guy whose attention he’d managed to catch was a worker and not just some poor civilian caught in the crossfire  “this over here… ‘s the kind of rocks that don’t do well under rain, right?”

[prince--thomas]

SwynWriMo Day Eight – 160 Characters or Less

Worth a Shot ~~ [Bellas]

Write a story using either Tweets or entirely in texts emails between characters.

To: bacheron@interpride.co.uk From: tomharrington@gmail.com Subject: Services Inquiry

Dear Mrs. Acheron,

Hullo. My name is Thomas Harrington. We have been acquainted before, previously. I am writing because I am interested in hiring you for a case that I am involved in. I didn’t do anything wrong, just for the record. It is a custody case.

I know that our history may give you an unfavorable view of me but this isn’t about me. You are a good lawyer. A local lawyer and you are familiar with the intricacies of my case. Please let me know if you are interested. I am willing to pay, of course.

Thank you for your time.

Best, Thomas Richard Edward Harrington III

[labellerose-acheron]

SwynWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – SwynRP Character Wishlist

Join My Family Please 🥺🙏

Julieta Madrigal: Listen, I have considered playing her but I cannot because I want my mama. I want all the interesting, juicy plots and tension of a mom who accidentally put a lot of pressure on her oldest child. But, also still very caring and a good mom. Not to mention her magic is literally wicked cool and could bring so many interesting plots.

Camilo Madrigal: The bestie! (After Lo, of course.) Imagine the spa days! Imagine the gossip! I HC that Isa and Camilo are super close, he is her little brother and BFF. He stars in her Instas more than anyone else and maybe even mooches off her fame a bit? UGH. I just want him, he’s the best.

Luisa Madrigal: MY SISTER! Trust me. I am such a good big sister. I have a very long resume to prove it. Luisa is the thing keeping the sisters together! Imagine all the drama. Playing peacekeeper between Isa and Mira. Being the actual golden child. Also, VFD people!!

Antonio Madrigal: Light of everyone’s life. It is so fun to play the baby of the family and he’d be a great Swynlake Secondary addition! Maybe he wants to be a vet! Or maybe his dreams don’t have to do with his magic at all and he is struggling!!

Gaston LeIDon’tRemember: Someone take him before I do. Please. PLEASE. He is such an amazing C Grade villain. Plus, he could be a native! I just think there is so much fun potential with him and the Hunted Deer as a shady haunt. I would really love for someone to bring him in so that I don’t. 

Giselle McAdams: Watching Disenchanted gave me major Giselle brainworms. Seriously she is so fun. I love light, flirty, girlie characters and if you did her as an Order lady...they are SO juicy and fun to write. Untapped resource, I am telling you.

Abigail Gabble: UGH my perfect darling. She is potentially on my list to get back but new people keep shoving her down, so I think that someone should pick her up and play her! Don’t you wanna be involved in the Bonfamilles? C’mon.

Jasmine or Aladdin: I have such a cool plot I wanna do with them at some point and it is evergreen and honestly I would play either of them so--if you’re interested in demons and time travel...hmu!

Tod or Copper: I think either of them would be so fun to have around. Mostly for Vixey, yes. Having friends from home could be complicated. Or, maybe, they aren’t natives at all and she met them in London. It’d be super fun if t hat was the case because I think having her London life clash with her Swynlake life would be very stressful (for her, fun for me.)

Any Muse of Hesiod: I am eying one myself...won’t say which but I think they have such a cool magic and such a fun, dramatic history to play with. What with the cult and all that. Just really great vibes and all the magic is so cool to try and developed because they’re sorta OP but also kind of not. I just think they’re an under the radar resource of fun plotting!

[sonotthedrama]

Kitchen Buddies || Hunterly

Task #14 – Neighborly Plotting: Plot a thread with your neighbor(s) using the demographic sheet.

@thegcldenguard​

Kim entered the common room to find it quite empty, which was ideal because she'd be able to sit in her favourite spot by the window and read an old favourite while sipping hot chocolate (obviously).

She hadn't had much time recently to read for pleasure; she'd been too busy studying and doing other things, so it was nice to just relax for a change.

Kim went to the kitchen to make her hot chocolate while holding her book, and as she reached for the kettle, she accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there."

[outfit] [book]