#kinda wanna write this but we shall see if i have the time/energy/motivation to do so

[reinanova]

Consider:

Harry walks in on Parker kissing Eliot to comfort him (or vice versa) and he backs out of the room in a panic because this poor precious child is unaware of polyamory and the leverage OT3. So, in support of the Bro Code, he goes to Breanna and asks her to send a message to Hardison so he can talk to him.

Now Breanna, the wonderful little sis she is, asks Harry what’s so important that he feels the need to contact Hardison immediately. So Harry confesses that he just saw Parker cheating on Hardison with Eliot and that he needs to tell Hardison about it.

You cannot tell me that Breanna, our gay ace gen Z icon, is not aware of her brother being in a polyamorous relationship. And okay yes, maybe she “accidentally” found evidence of their relationship when she “accidentally” hacked into their phones but that’s hardly her fault. That was just the proof for her suspicions.

Back to Harry. Breanna is just holding back laughter at Harry’s obliviousness and of course she’s here for the drama (and listening to Hardison rant about the interruption) so she sets up a video call with Hardison, secretly sharing the video screen to the room Eliot and Parker are in.

So Hardison shows up on the call, visibly busy with lots of chaos and going ons behind him and is all, “Breanna, what’s wrong?”

And then Harry is all, “Hardison, I gotta tell you something” and tells him what he saw and is very apologetic that he’s informing Hardison that his girlfriend is cheating on him.

Hardison stares into the camera like he’s on The Office, visibly annoyed before going “Really man? Really??? You interrupt me while i’m dealing with [lists like five things he’s got going on right now] for this?”

And then turns to Breanna and says, “You let him call me for this?”

And she gives no fucks about it and just shrugs and is all “I thought it would be funny.”

Now Harry is growing more and more confused and he’s like, “Umm excuse me, are we just ignoring the whole girlfriend cheating on you thing?”

At this point, Parker drops in from the ceiling or something behind Harry and is like, “It’s not cheating when they’re both my boyfriend.”

And Eliot also pops up and says, “I should hope I’m able to kiss my girlfriend when our boyfriend isn’t around to kiss us.”

After Harry recovers from his mini heart attack after getting startled twice by Parker and Eliot, he’s like, “Cool, cool. Wait, what??”

But Eliot and Parker have already wandered off and Hardison is distracted with his stuff and Breanna shrugs at Harry before picking up her laptop and leaving to go catch up with Hardison while she has him on the call. So Harry is left standing there in confused but supportive spirit.

[celtics534]

Put It All on Me

Covert Love Chapter 

It’s finally for some case developments. Get ready for some intense moments in the future! 

Also Read on: FF.net or AO3

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Ginny bit her bottom lip, her grip tightening on the piece of parchment. She’d thought it was over. These fucking notes! 

  The words ran across the page in a basic black print, like that out of a textbook. 

  My Ginny,

  You and I have never been closer, yet further apart. I see the way you watch him 

  Potter

  He isn't good enough for you. No one is. Someone like you doesn’t belong on this Earth. And if I must I shall be the one to liberate you. Your beauty is too much for mere mortals and don’t let him fool you for a moment. He deserves nothing from you. 

  Speaking of beauty, I love those flowers you placed in the sitting room window. Though they won’t be getting enough sun with that tree hovering over it. 

  They were never signed. Nothing to identify who sent her these notes . They always had the same tone: Ginny was too incredible and no one deserved her. But never before had it mentioned a name other than hers. Ginny squinted at the smudged ink around Harry’s name. 

  “Hey.” The man in question leaned against the locker beside her. “You still want to try that muggle diner? It looked --” Ginny looked up to a confused Harry. “What’s that?”

  For a second, Ginny considered hiding the parchment behind her back and claiming it was just a fan letter. But the look in Harry’s eyes made her want to tell him. Made her want to confide in him.

  “It’s -- uh -- so I’ve been getting these kinda threatening notes.” She spoke softly, leaning closer so Harry could hear her. And also maybe because the scent of his soap was drawing her in… Nope, not the time, girl !

  Harry’s brow furrowed, his lips twisting into a scowl. “Threatening notes?”

  “Yeah.” Ginny tried for a cheeky smile but knew it fell short. “I mean some people could find it flattering, but --”

 “Ginny.” Harry’s tone was sharp. “What do you mean by threatening?”  

  “I -- I don’t really know how to explain it.” Ginny felt heat crawling up from her neck to her ears. “I guess you could say that whoever is writing the notes is obsessed with me.”

  The corners of Harry’s lips turned up in a cynical grin. “I’d assumed that but what has been said in the notes?” 

  Taking a deep breath, Ginny handed over the parchment. Harry’s eyes moved rapidly as he read the words. The once bright green became darker as he read. A pink tinge came to his cheeks as his mouth moved wordlessly with each passage. Finally, he lowered the parchment, a sharpness in his eyes Ginny had never seen. “Do you have any idea who wrote this?” 

  Ginny shook her head miserably. “No, but that’s the third letter I’ve received.” 

  There was a beat of three before Harry handed her back the note. “So who have you told? Captain? The aurors?”

  “Just you and Bill.”

  “Just me and Bill,” Harry repeated in a deadpan. 

  Ginny gave him a sheepish half-smile. “Professional quidditch players get stuff like this all the time. One time, Holt received a pair of knickers by owl. They were these lacy things that couldn’t even cover --”

  Harry held up a hand, effectively cutting Ginny’s rambling. His tone was patient. “Ginny, this isn’t a pair of knickers. This is clearly a threat.”  

  Sudden fury coursed through Ginny. Her finger came jutted out to poke him hard in the chest. “You don’t think I know that this isn’t just getting a pair of knickers!” In the back of her mind, Ginny knew she wasn’t frustrated with Harry… well, he was the reason for her sexual frustration , but that was neither here nor there. “You don’t need to be so condescending. Merlin, Potter, I’m not stupid!”  

  Harry didn’t flinch at her rant. His body stayed stoically still, but his eyes… the way he was looking at her made Ginny pause as she pulled back for a third poke. It wasn’t annoyance, which would have been fair, but rather something Ginny couldn’t place. Whatever it was made Ginny feel as if he was taking in every part of her. Like he couldn’t see the lockers or smell the stereotypical locker room scents, but every part of his being was focused on her with an intensity that made her stomach flip and her breath hitch. 

  “I know you’re not stupid.” Harry’s voice was low and deep. “But, Ginny, it’s clear someone has it out for you. I can’t handle if you were --” He cleared his throat, a deep flush crawling up his cheeks. “I mean, I just want you to be safe.”

  All of her unrighteous anger drained out her body as if someone had opened up a dam. “I know, Harry. Thank you.” She let her arm fall to her side. “I’m sorry for poking you.” 

  Harry’s eyes never left hers. “It’s fine. I’ll classify it under rookie hazing.” Before Ginny knew what had happened, Harry had grabbed the hand she’d used as a weapon, brought it to his lips, and kissed the digit with a sweetness that made her heart flutter. “I promise, nothing will happen to you. We’ll figure out what’s going on.” 

  Ginny’s heart beat faster, like a snitch trying to escape capture. The way he held her hand as if it were something precious to him, and that fact that he’d said we . Most men, including her own brother, had wanted to hide her away. Bill had said he’d figure things out. But Harry… he wasn’t making her be some damsel. No, we meant they would work together and stop whoever was tormenting her. That alone meant more than she could say.   “I - Thank you.” 

  Nodding, Harry pressed his soft lips to her knuckle once more before releasing her hand. “Do you still have the other notes?” 

  “I do. At my flat.”

  “Well then, how about we order some takeaway and head to your place. I want to read what else this guy has to say.” 

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  “So basically this bloke doesn’t think I should be allowed near others.” Ginny drummed her fingers on the side of her tea mug, rereading the words that had been stuck in the back of her mind for over a month. “Not because I don’t play nice with them, but because they aren’t good enough for me.” 

  “Yeah.” Harry leaned forward on the sofa cushion as he looked between the two of the letters that sat side by side on the coffee table. "It seems like they idolize you."

  Ginny exaggeratedly flipped her hair. "Who doesn't."

  Harry snorted but didn't recognize her quip any other way. "They idolize you and don't wanna share. And the fact that they mention the flowers on your window means they know where you live. Isn't your place unplottable?"

  "Yeah, Bill set it up for me.”

  "And Bill is no slouch when it comes to things like that. Not with a job like his."

  Ginny let out a small laugh. "Yeah they don't let just anyone become a curse breaker, now do they?" 

  "I sure hope not." Harry twisted in his seat so he was looking at her. His glasses were adorably askew as the corner of his lips ticked up in a matching grin. "I imagine the goblins do some thorough tests before shoving someone into a boobytrapped crypt.”

  “Well now,” Ginny tapped her chin in mock consideration. “I wouldn’t go that far. Goblins aren’t world-renowned for caring about what happens to humans. However, if a human needs to live so they can get their gold?” She shrugged. “Better hire the best.”

  “Which is your brother.” 

  Ginny winked at the man beside her. “Us Weasleys are known to be the best at what we do.” 

  “I don’t doubt that.” Harry’s voice became low and husky. Ginny noticed his eyes dropped to her lips. There was no more doubt in her mind anymore about the attraction between the two of them. After her dinner party the other night, Ginny had never been more certain about anything. Still, neither of them had made a move. 

  To be fair, they had been on a crazy work schedule for the last two days. Morning workouts followed by all-day practices. Ginny barely had the energy to crawl into the shower before falling into bed the last few nights, forget making any moves with Harry. Today had been the perfect opportunity (seeing as they only had a three-hour practice). At least that was what Ginny had in mind before opening her locker to her newest correspondence. 

  Before Ginny could follow her train of thought and lean towards him, Harry jerked back towards the coffee table. “So, my guess is that there is a desire motive here.” 

  Ginny resisted the urge to sigh. Why was he still pulling back? Her eyes drifted towards the notes. The one closest to her was the one from today. The one that mentioned Harry… Was he pulling back because this nutter mentioned him?

  “Which works with the idolizing theory,” Harry continued to elaborate, pointing to certain passages. “In the first letter, there is a mention to how caring you are and the fact that no one deserves such kindness. When did you receive this one?”

  “I -” Ginny cleared her throat. She needed to focus on the task at hand. She would deal with Harry later. “I don’t know the exact day. Maybe a month and a half ago.” 

  “Had you done anything special around that time?” Harry asked, his finger trailing across the dried ink.

  Ginny thought about it for a moment. “Actually - I had just done a charity event at my brothers’ shop.” 

  That made Harry look back up at her. “What charity event?”

  “It was to support magical families who had been affected by lycanthropy. You’ve noticed the scars on Bill's face?"

  Harry nodded. "I didn't want to ask, but I was curious."

  "It's no secret. When out on a case Bill had been attacked by a werewolf." Ginny watched Harry's eyes go wide. "The weird thing about it was the werewolf wasn't transformed. So Bill isn’t a full werewolf, but it was an eye-opener for my family at how bad things were for others who had been bitten at the full moon." 

  "Serious?" Harry's mouth formed into a sharp snarl, his teeth bared. She watched his hands clench into fists. "Why did that fucker attack Bill if he wasn’t turned?"

  Ginny was taken aback by the venom in Harry’s voice. Only someone who had personally dealt with a werewolf tended to speak with anger rather than fear. “He was a sadistic bastard who enjoyed hurting people. He’s dead now, taken out by some of Bill’s fellow curse breakers. She reached out, taking one of his fists in her palm. With her free hand, Ginny slowly uncurled Harry’s tight extremities. “Who do you know that’s a werewolf?”

  “I--” Harry pressed his mouth into a thin line. His eyes were downcast, focused on their joined hands. Ginny had loosened all his fingers and now began massaging his palm. “One of my godfathers was bitten as a child.” 

  Neither of them spoke, rather Ginny just continued to massage small circles into his palm. She didn’t have the word strong enough to express all the emotions coursing through her. Harry tilted his chin so their eyes met. Affection… the word Ginny would use to describe the look in Harry’s eyes was overwhelming affection. 

  Ginny couldn’t stand it any longer; the desire to kiss him was staggering. She leaned in. Just as she was able to count his eyelashes, a knock pounded on her door. 

  “Hey!” Bill’s rough voice came muffled through the wood. “Ginny, let me in.” 

  Harry was on his feet before Ginny had fully realized what had happened. “I’ll just let him in, shall I?” His voice was rough and when his back was to her, Ginny could see the pink tinge that had covered the tips of his ears. Ginny swore under her breath. Of course, her brother had to come and ruin the moment. Such a cock block . 

  “Bill, it’s Harry.” Harry had pressed his ear to the wood. “I’m going to ask you a question. If you get it right, I’ll let you in.”

  Ginny couldn’t hear what Bill said in response, but Harry snorted before asking, “What was the first thing you ever said to me?”

  “Why the fuck --” Ginny started to question why Harry would ask Bill that, but before she could finish her sentence the door swung wide. Apparently, Bill hadn’t challenged Harry’s code. 

  Ginny’s brother walked in, pulling his leather jacket off as he went. He smiled over at Ginny, who hadn’t moved from her spot on the sofa. “Hey, I like the new doorman. Good security is hard to find these days.”

  Harry gave her a sheepish grin. “Sirius always made me challenge a visitor with a question only they should know. It’s just a safety precaution he was serious about.”

  Ginny had to focus her attention away from Harry’s adorable face. She turned to her brother, hoping her if looks could kill glare would be enough for him to understand what she wanted.  “What are you doing here, Bill?”

  Bill put an affronted hand over his heart. “Can’t I just want to see my favorite sister?” 

  “Sure you can. And now that you’ve seen me you can go back home to your pregnant wife, who I’m sure is missing you.”

  “Actually she’s visiting her friend, who is also pregnant.” Bill smiled smugly at her. “Fleur told me to come to see you. So, what have you two been up to?"

  Ginny loved all her brothers, even Percy (who seemed to have a permit stick up his ass). They were all good men who loved, cared for, and protected her and always seemed to know what she needed. Except at this moment, as Bill grinned at her, he was being a prat. He clearly knew what he had interrupted and he found it hilarious. 

  “We were trying to figure out who was sending her letters.” Harry pointed to pieces of parchment still sitting on the coffee table. “Ginny got a new one today.” 

  That wiped Bill’s egotistical smirk off his face. His entire posture shifted to replicate that of their mother when she scolded any of her children, including the hands-on-hips ensemble. “Why didn’t you firecall me?”

  “Well, as you pointed out,” Ginny drawled. “I already have my own security team here, so I figured I was safe for the moment. Harry isn’t just here to look pretty, though he’s doing a fine job with that too.” She winked at Harry who, bless his soul, blushed. 

  “Er --” Harry swallowed hard. “I -- I just want to make sure Gin is safe.” 

  Instead of focusing on the meaning behind Harry’s words, Bill seemed to lock on a certain part of the sentence. “Gin, huh? I didn’t realize you two were at the cute pet names stage.” Bill’s tone became venomous as he turned to glare at Harry. 

  Harry blanched. “I -- what?”

  Ginny came off the sofa in order to smack her brother’s chest with the back of her hand. “Stop being such a prat.” 

  Bill looked down at her. “I’m just performing my brotherly duties. You always hated that nickname when we were kids.” 

  It was true; Ginny hadn’t always been fond of being called Gin . It just never seemed to fit her, but when Harry had said it… nothing had ever felt more right. “Well, you wouldn’t like it either if your brothers are calling you poor little Gin Gin because they were leaving you out of their pick-up game of quidditch.” She turned to Harry. “But I showed them in the end how good little Gin Gin was.” 

  Harry’s lip curved into a wide grin, which was just what she’d wanted. She had wanted to remove that look of panic from his eyes.

  Bill rolled his eyes. “And you never let us forget it. Okay, so what have you discovered in the letter?”

  Ginny shrugged. “Just that they think I’m the best thing in the world.”

  “And that this world doesn’t deserve you so they will be the one to quote, liberate you, end quote.” Harry moved back towards the sectional but changed directions last moment to sit in the oversized armchair that sat beside the sofa. Ginny had to bite back her angry words to Bill again. She had been making so much progress until that tosser came over.

  “Liberate you?” Bill took the sofa seat that had once been Harry’s. “Since when has that been his focus?” 

  “Since today, I guess.” Ginny handed him that day’s note. 

  Bill read the words rapidly, his brow furrowing with each passing second. He looked up from the page. “They don’t like the two of you together, huh?” 

  Ginny shrugged. “Don’t know why.”

  “Because they think they love you.” Harry’s voice was so quiet Ginny almost missed it. She spun to look at him. He held the first letter in his hands, his finger scrolling down the page. 

  “What makes you think that?” Bill was looking at Harry too, his expression more intrigued than anything. 

  “The phrasing.” Harry gestured between the notes. “They use words such as devotion, enchanting, and piety. All of which are strong ways to express love. This person thinks they love Ginny because she is too perfect. But now that I’ve noticed Ginny’s excellence, they’ve become jealous. They figure that Ginny is basically a deity and no one should be allowed to reach her level and be with her in any capacity.”  

  Ginny’s mouth was hanging wide open and she had to make a conscious effort to close it. “Where the fuck did you learn all of that?”

  Harry flushed. “I - Uh - enjoy reading muggle detective books. They - erm - like to go into the minds of the suspect.” 

  Ginny didn’t quite believe that was how that worked. Someone didn’t gain skills like that from a fiction novel, because if they did Ginny was bitter that her muggle romance obsession hadn’t assisted her. She was sure that Bill was going to be as skeptical as her, but he was nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think you’re right, Potter. The question is how far is this person willing to go?”

  Harry's jaw tightened. "I don't know, and I'm not willing to find out."

  A shiver ran down Ginny’s spine. The conviction in his voice…

  Bill nodded. “I’m with you.” They turned to her simultaneously. 

  “What?” Ginny looked between the two of them. “I don’t have any desire to find out!” 

  “Okay so then it’s settled.” Bill clapped his hands together. “We will inform the proper authorities, but until they find this lunatic you’ll stick with either me or Harry. ”

  Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but Bill put up a silencing finger. “I know, you don’t need a babysitter, but you do need backup and who better than your brother and your -” He paused, looking over at Harry. “Your Harry.” 

  She glared at her brother, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks, but she couldn’t argue with him. There was some nutter following her and she had no idea what they wanted. “I don’t like this.”

  Bill gave her a sarcastic smile. “You’re not supposed to.”

  Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “I won’t be all bad. We can watch some of those cheesy muggle films I’ve been telling you about.” 

  Ginny’s heart fluttered in her chest. He was just too adorable. And if Bill hadn’t shown up she would be showing him just how adorable she found him. Her mind started playing out ideas of her and Harry alone in his flat… his telly playing nondescriptly in the background as their focus shifted to more personal exhibitions.  

  Hoping her face didn’t reveal her intimate reverie she said, “Fine. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.” 

  “Nope.” Bill popped the P as he clapped his hands. “Now that’s settled, I’m going to go tell Fleur that I’ll be spending the night here. Do you have a schedule for the week?” 

  Ginny grimaced. “You're gonna sleep here as well? I thought this was just going to be when I was out.”

  “They know where you live, Gin - ny.” Harry stuttered the end of her name, his eyes flickering towards Bill. “Which is another thing. We need a list of people who have been to your place. There is no telling if they will try to attack you while you sleep, so it’s better to have someone here with you just in case.” 

  “Will you be one of my night-time cohorts, or is that only Bill’s position?” 

  Harry’s jaw dropped as pink spread across his cheeks. “I -uh - I mean - I can if that’s what you want.”

  Before Ginny could say please and thank you, Bill answered, his tone fierce when he spoke. “It will just be me.”

  Ginny gave her brother her infamous innocent look. “But Bill, what about when we have an away game? Like this week we have four nights in Spain for a tournament against Barcelona.” 

  “Well, I mean -” Bill faltered, biting his lower lip. “You can share a double room with Ariel or Prue.”

  Or I can share a single room with Harry , Ginny smirked to herself. “Sure I can.” 

  The relieved look on Bill’s face almost made her feel guilty for her devious thoughts. Almost . Bill rose from the sofa. “Okay, I’ll be back soon, unless you wanna come and spend the night at mine and Fleurs?”

  “Bill, why do you ask questions you already know the answer too?”

  Sighing, Bill pulled on his jacket. “Can’t blame a bloke for trying. He leaned over and kissed the top of Ginny’s head. “Thanks for being good about all this. I know it’s not easy.”

  Ginny gave him a conciliatory smile. “Someone once told me safety first and all that.” 

  Harry snorted. “That’s right.” 

  Bill looked between them, lingering an extra second on Harry as if to pass a silent secret message. Then he was waving, closing the door behind him. 

  Ginny looked over at Harry. “I’m guessing you’re staying until Bill comes back.”

  The sheepish smile Harry gave her answered the question. 

  “Well, then turn on the wireless. We should be able to catch the last few minutes of the Harpies destroying Puddlemere.”

  “Really?” One of Harry’s eyebrows quirked up. “You think the Harpies will beat Puddlemere’s defense? Wood has been nearly unstoppable this season.”

  Ginny waved off his vindication. “The Harpies chasers haven’t missed more than ten goals in the last five games. Wood will need a miracle to stop them.” 

  Harry turned the knob on the wireless, making the tinny announcer’s voice come through the speakers, before sitting down beside her on the sectional. As his hand brushed against hers, Ginny couldn’t help but feel a sense of rightness . Even though her life was in danger by some crazed stalker, with Harry beside her, everything felt right and simple .

She let her head rest on Harry’s shoulder, taking in his intoxicating scent. Yup, this was right .

[a-merman-not-a-guppy]

2021 Resolutions!!

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2021! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

I think I got like a couple key goals for sure. The first would be to close up a character or two this year. I have one I know for sure and the other is less certain but still would be nice. I think I get overwhelmed at times but I think if I remind myself these stories are good and I want to tell them properly I won’t get rid of the babes just cause I’m overwhelmed one month over another. I think I got overambitious with big plot stories but I do look forward to getting the ones I got going on done.

I also want to connect my babes to more people/have more ridiculous relationships! Short term flings! More long term stuff. Break ups, etc. I feel like I tend to be very wary and not try to shove my muses into that zone and then look around and feel a little like I’m missing out on some stuff =/ Loved the chaotic marriage and divorce stuff of last year. All for that kind of chaos this year. One of you chaos marry me again ;) lol But also just quit keeping my kids in their corners. Reach out to people when I get ideas! I only do that sometimes so I think I can do more about that.

Figure out how to balance threads better. I have a bunch more things on one character and then like 1 thing on others and of course then I’m not really telling their stories as well. I need to find a way to at some point turn down threads for the more thread popular muses and give more attention to the others. I really want to do better with this. Often I go on my whim and what interests me more in the moment and that’s fine but I should also pay attention more to those things.

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

Arthur - My main goal for Arthur is to complete the knights stuff we got planned. But my other goal is just to get him a girl. Woman. He deserves nice things and I haven’t really tried to branch him out. Ashley - to figure out her motivation and if she really wants to stick with Swynlake and studying here and raising Asher here. She’s in this weird place and I wanna get her main motivation now. She’s kinda up in the air for me rn and I wanna ground her again and figure that out. Clarion - I want to push her plot forward and hopefully have her looking at things very differently at the end of this year. This relies on a few things though so we shall see. But I want to dive into some more royal talent stuff too. Dot - Explore her grief a bit more. I’ve gotten started on that but it’s still on the surface. I wanna dive deep. Also get her connected more to the secondary students. She’s been happily adrift from them but I won’t let her! D= stop it Dot. We’re gonna make connections this year Finn - My god he’s come so far as a muse honestly. ;-; My goal is to explore his fam’s tense situation (a one shot is in the works tbh) and start focusing on what he wants to do/prepare for college in the fall. He has so many directions he can go in that it’s like...okay well let’s focus on where you really wanna go. Louie - I’ve already discussed with another mun about this, but my goal is to have Louie get into business stuff. I know what major I want for him when he does go to college, but he has to figure that out a bit more. That’s my goal for this first part of the year. Sora/Roxas - Separate them! It is a thing I want to happen this year!! Let’s make that happen. I’m sure it’ll be wild. =O Tad - this isn’t a secret really, I want to explore Fey’s Gold stuff with him. I want to see what it does to him/how he handles it. He’s such a positive energy muse I want to figure out how he ticks when things don’t go well for him too. Wilbur - to have him get himself together. I’m tired of the constant fighting for him. I want to see him push past the hurt and start focusing toward college. I’m excited for college for him. I also want to explore his relationship a little more. Been distracted but I love that Tony and Wilbur are a thing. Also the weird vibes that are other places that could create weird romantic tension. Would love to explore that too.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Arthur: solve the Adamson murder. (It’s probs on his mind rn so this is where we’re at). People dying are a concern okay!  Ashley: figuring out a way to do college with Asher in tow and working.  Clarion: Continue to keep the Hollow functioning and safe. She says this every year I’m sure and every year it’s the same. Her prime directive. Dot: get Atta to admit what her real talent is!!!!!!!! Finn: submit some art or photography to be judged! Scary but possible! Also to do a solo in the end of year concert. SCARY IDEA but he wants to push past his fears more. Louie: try to graduate okay. Figure out if he wants to do college or just road trip a while after Secondary.  Sora/Roxas: Sora doesn’t really have one. x.x He’s okay. Easily content. Roxas wants them to separate though!! Tad: find a way to surf on the lake! Get a magick on his side? Maybe. Gotta happen somehow! Wilbur: Move out asap.

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so

Pearl: Not in an official thread I don’t think?! I want my teens to interact with her. I think it’d be fun. Let’s get it. Vanessa: maybe for the fun revenge plot with Ashley? I haven’t had a chance to interact with her but I think she’s the bee’s knees. Tod: idk how idk when but he’s a sweet little bean and I’d love to meet him ic. Rosetta: we’ve talked a bit but next is plot and fairy time! Let’s get it!

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #2 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it. Here’s an example.

Gonna do an exercise for Tad cause I don’t think it’d be spoilery like some others.

Para 1: Tad gets high at a party and meets Tony officially in person. Tony pitches Fey’s Gold.

therefore

Para 2: Tad felt OUT OF THIS WORLD on it but can’t remember who gave him the Fey’s Gold. Has to ask someone if he knows someone who knows. Etc.

therefore

Para 3: Pip or some other teen calls him out cause Fey’s Gold is said to be dangerous. They have a fight?!? idk what a fight looks like with Tad. maybe it’s just obtusely ignoring.

but

Para 4: Tad is able to find Tony again and gets high. Repeatedly. On Fey’s.

but

Para 5: Fey’s wrecks. Consequences of stupidity. you know.