#simon lit up over this; idk what to tell you. that's why it's here though.

[novannna]

U said fic rq so maybe simon/nova fluff or nova/ruby fluff? Idk mine brain pretty fried rn :,)

hsdahfadsgf i love simon/nova fluff, but my mind works on one level, and that level is sapphics.  here’s noby fluff!!!  (also tysm for the request, that was really fun to write!!!)

wc: 1000

Ruby tapped her fingers impatient against the counter as she watched the kettle.  The water was still just sitting.  It didn't even look like it was getting hot.  She groaned, and glared at the water, wishing she had flame powers instead, so she could have her tea when she wanted it.  Who wanted to wait 10 minutes?  

She couldn’t help but jump when the door swung open, the loud noise scaring her.  She immediately relaxed when she saw her girl friend walk in, still flushed from the gym.  A flurry of snow flakes and wind flew in, along with Nova.

“Shut the door!”  Ruby screamed.  “It’s freezing now!”  She shivered, from the cold, and just to be dramatic.  

Nova laughed, and nudged the door shut.  “It’s not that bad.  You're just weak.”

“No, I’m fucking normal.”  Ruby glared at Nova playfully.  “Not all of us like running through the dead of winter in just leggings and a sports bra.”

“I’d have asked you to give me a ride, but you were asleep when I left,” Nova retorted.  “Besides, I was still hot from the gym.”

Ruby raised her eyebrows.  “I can see that.”  Nova was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat.  She went to the gym almost every single morning.  Ruby was pretty sure it was leftover from her time as an Anarchist.  She had to spend so much time training, trying to defeat the Renegades- Ruby shuddered.  

Nova immediately noticed.  “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.  

Ruby shook her head and smiled.  “No, I’m fine.  I’m perfect in fact.”  

“Yeah?”  Nova’s face lit up, and she smirked.  

Ruby realized what Nova was thinking a second too late.  “No!”  She shrieked as Nova’s sweaty arms enveloped her.  “Agh stop it!”  She wiggled her way out, and wrestled Nova into a chokehold.  

Ruby wrinkled her nose, and let Nova go. “That was mean.”

Nova laughed, the soft sound filling Ruby’s heart.

“I think you liked it.”

“You're lucky you're hot,” Ruby muttered.  

Nova raised an eyebrow.  “I give good kisses too if that means anything.”  She leaned forwards, smirking.  

Ruby shoved her away, towards the bathroom.  “Go shower.  Then you can get kisses.”

Nova scowled.  “Fine.”  She pressed her sweaty lips to Ruby’s cheek quickly, then darted away.  

“Hey!”  Ruby screamed, but it was too late.  She could already hear Nova humming to some song, and the water spitting out of the shitty faucet.  Their apartment was nice, but it definitely wasn’t great.  But it was home.  And Ruby loved it.  

The familiar sound of bubbling water interrupted her thoughts, and she turned back to her kettle.  

Ruby poured the water into her mug, and inhaled the warm scent of peppermint tea. She grabbed a box of fruit loops off the shelf, and poured them into a bowl along with some milk.  As she placed the cereal back on the shelf, she couldn’t help but snort. 

You could easily tell who bought what.  Ruby had large, flamboyant, unhealthy food, often aimed at children, while Nova had bought only cheap things that were nutritious and filling.   

Nova and Ruby were practically opposites, but that’s why they worked so well together.  One filling in where the other lacked.  

Everyone had been stunned when Nova had left Adrian three years ago, most of all Ruby.  Nova and Adrian seemed so similar.  They seemed the perfect fit.  But it didn’t work out for them, and they went their separate ways.  Even though the two were friends now, it had been messy for a while.  Ruby had been single for a year at that point, and she had tried to help Nova as best she could.   But one thing led to another, and now Ruby was sitting at the table eating fruit loops while her girlfriend took a shower.  

The water shut off, and Ruby could hear Nova singing a song.  She probably didn’t know Ruby was listening.  The truth was, Nova had an amazing singing voice.  She just didn’t like to talk about it.  Ruby knew that her mom had sung to her as a child.   

Singing was another painful reminder Nova didn’t want to talk about.  But Ruby didn’t mind.  She’d never force her girlfriend to talk if she didn’t want to.  And she was more than happy to listen to her sing.  

A door opened, and Nova stepped into the hallway, her dark hair wet and tangled still.  She padded over to Ruby, and wrapped her arms around the other girl.  

“Hi,” Nova whispered.   

Ruby didn’t respond.  She was too busy inhaling the scent of Nova’s coconut shampoo, and treasuring the feeling of Nova’s arms hugging her.  

“Fruit loops?”  Nova’s nose immediately wrinkled when she saw the colorful cereal.  

Ruby laughed.  “Your welcome to have some,” she replied.  

“I’ll pass.”

“More for me!”   Ruby grinned, and shifted around in her chair to watch Nova scoop yogurt onto a bowl, and drizzle honey and granola on top. 

Nova was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, and a black button down shirt tucked into the waist.  The shirt was patterned with redcap mushrooms.  

“Hey, is that my shirt?”  Ruby demanded.  “And my jeans?”  

Nova smiled sheepishly.  “...maybe.”

Ruby huffed.  “What’s wrong with your clothes?”

“Well for starters, you're wearing my favorite shirt.”  

“No, no, no,” Ruby held her finger up, halting Nova.  “I think you meant our favorite shirt.  And that’s no excuse for clothes stealing!”  She pretended to glare at Nova.  

Nova’s light laugh filled the room.  “Yeah?”  She sat down across from Ruby, and smiled, biting her lip.  

“Fuck you,” Ruby muttered, cupping her girlfriends face in her hands, and kissing her smooth lips.  

She could feel Nova’s lips curving into a smile.  

“That was rude,” Ruby said when they broke apart.  

“What?”  Nova raised an eyebrow.   “Kissing you?”

“Making me forget I was mad at you.” 

Nova laughed.   

Ruby joined in, her own laugh and rough laugh mingling perfectly with Nova’s.  

“It looks better on you anyways.”

[sometimesrosy]

I haven’t come to your blog in quite some time... after t100 ended, I lost interest in tumblr for a while. But I was active here once, and we had many a discussion. I came to see if you enjoyed bridgerton, despite the not so accurate clothing and such. I think it’s super cheesy and really fun to watch, and I know you enjoy period dramas

Yeah, I’m still here-- mainly because I work online, so when I break from work I make the rounds of my social media, and tumblr is one of them. It’s less active here because the fandom has mostly disappeared, not that I blame people. I also have a hard time posting about the positive aspects of The 100 because it just imploded so spectacularly. Still a big disappointment.

BUT

I have moved on. I was honestly ready to be done with intense fandom, because it’s just not good for my mental health and I was tired of the negativity. I don’t understand why people get angry when other people enjoy a thing, and think they have to come in and ruin it for them. Like, buzz off, we’re working on coping skills to get through our dumpster fire lives. 

AND YES I love Bridgerton.

Actually, I love the book series Bridgerton and it was one of my favorites in the last couple of years.

And this is related to my The 100 fandom experience, because for a while, I wasn’t reading books, I was only reading bellarke fanfic, but then, due to a shift in the fanfic community and my discomfort with the fandom (knowing that a lot of them didn’t like me) I began to feel weird about reading and writing fanfic. Like when I liked someone’s story, was I giving kudos to someone who bullied me on anon? I didn’t know.  And at the same time I’d begun ghostwriting romances, so to do research, I started reading published romances.

The first one I read was a secret baby trope, because that was what I was writing, and I fell into historical fiction. I read Kleypas and Dare and Milan and Maclean and yes, Quinn.  That took the place of my fanfic reading. To be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to be a ghostwriter if I hadn’t been a fanfic writer first, because, even though I have writing education and training and experience, fanfic taught me to write for audience, to do it fast without that certain...anxiety about perfectionism, and immersed me in romantic tropes, which it turns out, I really love. 

This is a lot of chit chat to say that yes, I saw Bridgerton and I love Bridgerton. 

I would suppose that historical romances have taken the place of my the 100 obsession. I read probably one a day. I should keep track on goodreads or something, but I do a lot of rereading. Like I’ll reread a beloved book or series five or six times. And when I forget the details of ones I liked, I’ll reread those too. Also I’m probably dealing with my internalized snobbery about the romance genre. Let me tell you, getting an education in creative writing in college installs some “issues” with genre. Everything is supposed to be lit fic, or it’s lesser. I’ve been kind of pugnacious about the sff genre and haven’t let the snobbery interfere with my love of it, but I haven’t gotten over the romance snobbery, which is not JUST snobbery but also internalized misogyny.

But I mean, fuck it. I am so sick of grimdark and tragedies and “cool edgy” dudes thinking women should be destroyed and tortured and betrayed in movies and sff and fiction in general. 

I don’t WRITE historical romances. I write contemporary romances for my ghostwriting gigs (I have one client and I’ve written like 18 novels and novellas for her in the last two years. It’s fun, but it doesn’t make very much money and the deadlines are VERY tight.) However I don’t READ contemporary romances, I read historicals. I like the level of fantasy involved and the distance from reality when I read it, but I am bothered too much buy the imperial colonialism and classism of regency or victorian british settings to write it. Also, that would take so much research to write to my liking. I am involved in romancelandia (romance writing twitter,) but not very active. Mostly I just listen and learn and sometimes comment. 

In fact. I follow a woman who judges regency and victorian costuming in film productions. https://twitter.com/BillAndTedTest She has not gotten around to doing Bridgerton yet. 

How do I feel about the costuming??? Well, I’m divided. I am bothered by the fact that Daphne never wears a pelisse and always has half up hair. I am bothered by the fact that Simon almost never has his cravat tied properly and has a shockingly bare neck. And the fabrics and stitching are visibly cheap.

But I also feel that except for the cheap fabrication which was an element of budget and time, a lot of the design choices were stylistic in nature. Like, if you look at the background characters, I feel that their costumes were more accurate, but with the main characters, they really went for character over accuracy. They didn’t want Daphne in any of the buttoned up outfits because they wanted her to be a girlish, romantic ingenue. They wanted Simon to show as a dashing sexy rake, so the buttoned up thing wouldn’t work for him, and they gave him the open neck that would be more appealing to a contemporary audience. (although while Simon is very handsome I actually find Anthony more sexy. He’s buttoned up...but it’s holding back all passion inside. BUT THAT’S a story for season 2. I can’t wait. I liked book 2 better than 1 mostly because of the rape, tbh. But I also love books 4,6 and 7 and I don’t know if we’ll get there.)

They wanted Lady Featherington to be crass and pushy so they gave her a nonsensical victorian silhouette. I mean. ???? It was SO different from anyone else’s. Weird choice, but for the character it kind of makes her appear to be a more aggressive character type from LATER in time? IDK. Of course Penelope is canonically dressed in awful gowns that are not flattering and I’m looking forward to how they end up dressing her for her book. And praying that we get a season 4. But I mean, the costume choices for the Featheringtons are BASED on Lady F’s bad taste, so there’s some leeway with her not being in style.

So. That is A LOT when you asked a little question. I guess I wanted to talk about it. I’m not allowed to talk about my ghostwriting or the stories I’m writing because I signed a hushhush contract. I’m not accustomed to being in a fandom for reading books-- remember I only joined fandom in the last 5 years for The 100, and then had some bad experiences so didn’t get into other fandoms. I don’t really even know how it would work especially not MULTIPLE books and authors instead of one series, so I haven’t really had conversations about the historical romances, except for a bit of twitter discussion. 

[strawberryybird]

Me sees the character songs post, immediately wants to know what character songs you have for the characters and why.

ok so. welcome to the rabbit hole that is my music taste and what is my no.1 most frequently done activity.. plastering emotions i have for fictional characters all over my music taste. I restricted myself to ¾ songs for each character & then to Edie, Hubert, Dorothea, Lysithea & Byleth because otherwise we’d be here all day (and those are the Primary Daydream Candidates rn)

under a rm because as im sure we’ve all seen.. i just don’t fucking stop.. also i got weirdly deep about some of these topics. i don’t know how to tag it. tread careful?

Here are some songs.. welcome to my (notoriously bad) music taste. alsoi go in Very heavy handed about it all. i make only a few apologies:

Edelgard:Everybody wants to rule the word - tears for fears. (ucan go with Lorde’s cover but i prefer the original bc im like that.) i meanit’s pretty heavy handed but it’s such an Edelgard song it !!!! fuels my ficwriting. if it’s not so very Edelgard’s relationship with twsitd then idk whatto tell you. plus it’s an iconic song

Medicine - daughter. (daughter is My Favourite Band. Ever. I cannot articulate how much ilove their (and ex:re’s) music!!) anway. this is a hegegard song & i don’ttake constructive criticism. I’ll reiterate this better in other descriptions,but please don’t take my inclusion of a song about such a topic as adevaluation of it in any way, that’s not my intention. The reason I go so feralfor Hegegard is because im no stranger to watching someone you care about hurt themselvesin a way you can’t stop, and that’s what the AM ending evokes in me. Hence: asong I love that one can read the same story in. And then the lyrics ‘You couldstill be / What you want to / What you said you were / When I met you” just !! parallelsEdge of Dawn’s lyrics about regret & overall I’m very feral about this.

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - blue oystercult. this is PRIME Edelgard telling freshly-awokenbyleth she’s been waging war for 5 years. also !!!! “Seasonsdon’t fear the reaper / Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be likethey are” >>> “The Edge of Dawn (Seasons ofWarfare) (フレスベルグの少女～風花雪月～,lit. Girl of Hresvelg ~Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon~)” .. the link is tenuous but coincidence?? is it, fuck.

Seneca - Novo Amor. this is another one of those songs that could mean something different to everyone. very easy to project onto, is novo amor. I like the story of being prepared to run and break ties at any given moment, but ending up - emotionally or physically - in the same place one always was. apart from the glaring tie of how Edelgard returned to garreg mach, this song is a lot of me trying to repatriate Edelgard’s lack of emotional arc in the game by saying . well. this song. 

You can call me Al -  paul simon. am i projecting edeleth thoughts onto my favourite song? it’s morelikely than you think!!! but also i like the chorus and all the exasperating ‘call me el’jokes i can make.. i may be half writing a fic based on this song.

Dorothea:Agnes - glass animals. so i have significant emotions about edelthea at the best of times !! and this song !!! really bloody hits it home !! yes I knowit’s got a really heavy and real subject matter and I’m not trying to devalueit or minimise it.. but the story - about watching someone close to you hurtthemselves/get hurt, and doing so in ways you can’t stop them from - is adamn real one. And a Lot of why I love Dorothea’s character in the gamebecause she’s the one who can’t stop her friends from getting hurt – through exposureto warfare .. or  stopping Edelgard becomingthe monster at the end of the story. Even though she’s one of the healers onthe beagle’s team. And I feel that.

Ex’s and Oh’s – Elle King. So you know that one spn fanvid featuringthis song about all of dean winchester’s relationships? That, but for my flirting Queen Dorothea Arnault. (and I have the dumbest most fun little headcanon thatonce Dorothea and Sylvain derailed a lgbt+ society meeting whilst Edie wastrying to go over the budget by blasting this song and dancing on the table.The idea makes me laugh)

Hold My Girl – George Ezra. The whole thing about wanting just that onemoment to cherish the people you love for one moment more before you have goout face the world? If that’s not the timeskip’d Dorothea Arnault Aesthetic, Idon’t know what is.

(Call Me Out – sea girls. On a much lighter note, this song is fueling the later half of mydrafts of road trip au. And it’s literally because of that one verse. im gayshut up.)

Hubert:Red Right Hand – nick cave and the bad seeds. Is it on the nose? Is itheavy handed? Oh u fuckin bet but that won’t stop me!!! A) it’s a good song. ItIs. B) I like narrative songs. C) Any ‘red right hand’ symbolism in Anycharacter has me love them immediately and also plonk this song in the middleof any playlist about them. sure, the artic monkeys version might be a bit more on hubert’s brand.. but my mileage varies about it lmao

I had fortress by bear’s den earmarked for Hubie, as I think it’s easilyread about boundaries and a one sided intense relationship & that’s! Hubiebaybee! But I can’t possibly cover unhealthy relationships without shoving thealbum Hospice by The Antlers into every which way of it. It’s by no meansdirectly translatable to Edelgard and hubert’s relationship and it’s arguable ifI should even mention it in the same sentence as a bloody fictional character… that beingsaid, I’ve been having emotions about:Shiva – the antlers. This song specifically reads to me to be a really goodarticulation of my own thoughts about Hubert’s perspective of Edie getting experimentedon. heavy but damn. I like that. I just see a lot of what their teen years togethermust have been like in Shiva.

Time – Pink Floyd. Ok so.. it’s like Hubert in parallel bc I think thissong is a lot about searching for a purpose/reason or a quote unquote bloodyred path in life. And I may have been listening to it when I watched Hubert/DorotheaA support & now it’s just permanently associated with it bc it complementedit so well. And I like it. So . it stays. It’s very much a beagles song to meas well.

Lysithea:The Beautiful Dream – George Ezra. Ok so I read this Edelysithea ficwith this on repeat bc the title reminded me of it, and then I stuck it onrepeat because it worked too well and now.. im crying.. and i like the inflection of Lysithea’s bitterness over the titular lyric. (but also, it remains one of my steadfast edeleth songs.. sorry lys)

Secrets (Cellar Door) – Radical Face. Another Edelgard&/Lysitheasong!! I really like their relationship ok. And given the song itself can beread straight or an allegory for whatever you particularly want, but the storyis just too on the nose for me not to mention it here.(also general advocation of listening to the whole of radical face’s musicbecause I’ve loved it for years now & the work is beautiful.) (also it’swonderful for fe awakening projection. Or ur own.)

Oh Children – nick cave and the bad seeds. there’s a million different interpretations of this song, but to try nail a few onto Lysithea.. there’s the harry potter use of making/finding a light in the depths of tragedy & i love that for Lys. there’s the whole ‘the kids aren’t alright’ theme and it’s various depths. and i like narrative lyrics to plaster my large fictional-character-caused-emotions onto, so make of this one what you will.

Marianne (and Lysithea too if you like)Bad Blood – Radical Face. Ok so. This is one of my favourite songs in bloodyexistence, and it’s so loaded with meaning & it has a metric tonne of it. Icould wax lyrical about how much I love Radical Face’s work. I don’t want myinclusion of this song (specifically this one) to in any way devalue it. Butmusic is ofc incredibly subjective, and so is my reading of a lot of threehouses – in case it’s not bloody obvious by now. There’s a Lot of stories onecould take from Marianne’s character (and none of them are More Valid^tm thanany other), and I do see a very personal story in her – as I do in this song. Hgghhghive just spent 10 minutes trying to find an impersonal way to talk about twovery personal and relative stories, which naturally doesn’t work. That, and theway I read her story is Real Fucking Dicey for tumblr.com. so if this song is about accepting rejection because of parts of yourself so deep they’re in your blood, i think.. y’all can see.. where my neurodivergent gay self is going with this..

Byleth:Something to Believe In – Tom Walker. Yeah. You’re bloody welcome. If this isn’ta completely on the nose Byleth song, I’ll eat Dorothea’s hat.

Don’t Let the Man – Fatboy Slim. ~ And the sign said green-hairedpartially possessed emotionally void mercenaries need not apply for aprofessorship at the country’s most prestigious academic centre… ~

Emigrate - Novo Amor. this just fucking Got Me in the ‘actively choosing crimson flower’ feelings. im an emotional wreak but its aight. the lyrics just matched up too well for me to let it go !!!

Alps - Novo Amor. this hit me in the ‘i miss the gremlin child sothis’ feelings one day and now it’s permanently stuck that way.

Make Them Gold – chvrches. (this is very much associated with awakening’sfuture past kids and also the Carmilla series in my mind But!!) I love a story about‘if we’re all falling, we’re going down together’ and the magical power of teamwork, and how it brings out the best in people.. & that’s what this song& Byleth kinda bloody stand for ya know??

woooh.. oh my god . i need another cup of tea.

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

BDRP Resolutions

in which this is long 

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2018!

-Plot with more members, definitely! I try to expand of course and rp threads with everyone but I think I could do better and could def do bigger plots with more people.

-Complete more tasks tbh. This one is gonna be hard for me to do but idk if I could do at least one task every other month that would be an improvement over last year haha.

-Continue to work on scenery and detail etc. My weaknesses. I hope that rping more detail-oriented characters, like Charlie or even Mowgli, or exploring the lake with Andrina or the forest with Prince/Merida will help with this. Though also just being more aware of it in the day to day

-Dream Journal for Charlie/More music stuff for radio

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

Mel: This was on last year’s so that tells u something but I think it’s gonna happen-- explore her feelings for Howl! Also would love for her to do some more seedy things and i see want an apprentice!!

Ber: Explore Berlioz’s mental health more. Whether I do this through tasks/one-shots or something, Ber is kinda in this weird place where he’s blurring the line between reality/fantasy and I think that’s interesting. A lot of it has to do with things he isn’t dealing with (trauma from Taka and going down into hell). Also very specifically I want him to rp with Marie more bc Berrie is kinda underdeveloped both on my part as an rper and his part as like a mediocre brother lmao. I also like him as a supporting role in other people’s plots and I hope I can keep pushing him in those directions. And of course I’m very interested to see him and Simba repair and grow their relationship hopefully stronger than ever. <3 OH and g row a backbone tbh stand up for himself more do it ber

Kiara: Figure out her school life!! I still want to have her shadow someone sooo I think I could see her shadowing Minnie or even Jiminy since she’s sort of into health and social work. Also explore her envy of her friends with magic bc she had powers in Star wars and lowkey she still wants powers (opportunity for Feys Gold Antics here-- also feel liek there could be something interesting in Kiara v. Jake if Jake really does start getting more elitist)

Hades: BOARD STUFF. Im really excited to play Hades as a politician and like-- authority figure in town. Though he’s gotta save his own soul first lol. Also supporting Belle in hopefully going back to school. Alsoooo there are loose threads in hell that I have and would like 2 look into…

Milo: Talk with Jane about what comes next after pride u because his grant is almost up! Plot with BIANCA/BERNARD hopefully about the rescue aid society.

Nala: ONE NIGHT STAND SERIOUSLY. Let loose. Date someone bc if she fell in love work wouldnt be her focus and she’d grow a lot. Uh repair relationship with Simba?

Kiki: bring back jiji lmfao i suck. Finish her apprenticeship and unlock the trU nature of her powers and stuff mhm. Also kiss someone lol

Anita: Bring her fam in town and explore like, this clash between her old life and the new life now that she has grown so much.

Prince: ACCEPT UR FEELINGS FOR ELLA. Embrace them! Continue to train Bambi/find the fucker who shot u/be a Dad and do Dad things like idk a parent teacher conference??? Thats hilarious. Somehow I want him to become like a guest lecturer at Pride U but I’m not sure how yet. I also feel like idk Akela could draw him into becoming slightly darker after this shooting and that might be interesting so who knows, maybe he should join Akela’s morally gray magic club,

Paul: GO TO PRIDE U PLZ. Deal with the paulina plot lol. Contend with his inferiority issues that stem from the financial inequality between him and Perdy. Just rly go into their relationship and figure it out post-break up post-make up u know

Andrina: Explore the lake. Get into seedy stuff with Ursula maybe??? Continue to sleep with people thats very fun for me. FIND OUT WHO RAVEN IS. Get a cat.

Merida: I need her to make more friends bc I want her to fuck up and then ruin all those friendships ahaha. Want to have a showdown with some powerful magicks, gimme Akela and Max, all the shapeshifters!!!

Mowgli: Meet the Bonfamilles (lmao). Uhhh would lvoe to rp more with Akela i need to brainstorm how. I’d also like him to become more extreme tbh? Maybe start having night terrors or something bc of all his suppressed guilt wow just got a good idea ahha. Alsoooo maybe get a mentoooor…

Charlie: HAVE A PROPHECY ABOUT SOMEONE PPL HIT ME UP. I wanna start him on the research train when I get that in place and also maybe abuse hospital equipment (aka scan his own brain ehhe)  but also maybe save someone’s life would be cool, ok, yeah. Also hopefully grow his relationships with all hospital personnel and patients, and maybe get a  mentorship with Tibbs and/or Sweet. In fact it’d be really cooool if he could eventually help Sweet with his research like as an intern or assistant or something. And also i want to get him to an event but i need him to get a friend for that so!!! A texting buddy friend, that is a specific goal.

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

Mel: “Do something impossible.”

Ber: “Be a better brother and friend and boyfriend… be less crazy lol ahah”

Kiara: “figure out my LIFE lmao”

Hades: “Make real change in Swynlake.”

Milo: “Apply for a grant to study Atlantis...again.”

Nala: “Be my oWN love of my life. I’m a single independent woman and that’s amazing, I’m AMAZING.”

Kiki: “Restore Jiji D:”

Anita: “Direct a play again! That would be very fun. Oh, and paint more, I really do need to paint.”

Prince: “Be a good father to Bambi… make the forest a safe place again.”

Paul: “Be a good father, a good partner-- find better ways to support my kids.”

Andrina: “lol i dont DO goals bye.”

Merida: “Shoot Mor’du. Become a Prince.”

Mowgli: “... don’t make any trouble.”

Charlie: Bitch has a list.

Get phlebotomist license!!

Renew certs: CPR/AED/First Aid/Wilderness First Aid/BLS

Give up gluten! Again!

Exercise.

Go to a Swynlake Event! It will be fine no one will die!!! (!!!)

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

Mowgli explores his powers/grief

PARA 1: Has a  nightmare and accidentally sets something on fire (Akela)

PARA 2: Frightened, Mowgli confides in someone about his powers (Peach/Will)

PARA 3: Seeks help from either Howl or Ursula--depending on which one, it could litERally change the direction of the entire plot.

List of Characters I want to RP with:

I went through character by character but I would love to do more than this I am sure ahah.

Mel: Mateo, Ursula, Sophie (bc duh Howl), Akela

Ber: Irma, Sophie because they should be better friends, more Peg, JENNy bc they play piano ok!!, ANNETTE bc they totally know each other!!, tbh daisy and ber could do something with anxiety, Rita for sure, more Simon somehow i swear it

Hades: Sally, more stuff with Miguel, Jack, Shock/Samara, Al, Cruella, Simba, Oogie, maybe Dipper

Kiara: more stuff with Jake, Jiminy, Minnie/Rama maybe, Isa, Wilbur, Penny, Ollie, Jenny. Also lowkey Ursula.

Milo: more stuff with Kida, Bianca, Elena, also Goliath and Thomas (teachers!!)

Nala: MAUI. sorry look i just want maui its been a year. Also maybe some board members and stuff since she’ll be politically active? So Al, Cruella, Soleil for that (and Simba, but I rp with simba allll the time). Also Arthur, Adam.

Kiki: Mateo as well!! More young-ish people: Dipper, Maui (she’s a #bigfan), Callie.   

Anita: more stuff with Perdita. Also other artists: Pascal, Jane, Namine, Violet, maybe Art if he does art??, Peach, Peri, Duchess etc!! Hit me up please.

Prince: all the forest politics okay: Alasdair, Akela, Goliath, Shere, why are these men. Also just big Magicks in general: Ursula, Namine maybe. More fairies so Peri and Terence. Also very specifically: Theo and Thomas O’Malley. Maybe Jake tbh if he starts like patrolling the forest?

Paul: Goliath bc he’s a lit professor! Thomas bc they are bros now!!!! Maybe some other mersisters-- Aqua, Alana, Arista. Peach bc writing? Lmao. Also some lowkey shady people like Roscoe or Lock would be really great. Possibly Oogie bc he owns a casino and gambling~

Andrina: URSULA ok sorry i just want the sea witch. TBH Hiro or Tombo could be cool bc she’s into STEM stuff. Ken because I want to rp with Ken and I don’t think anyone else would get along? Ahah. Arista, Aqua and Alana. Herculessss.

Merida: Bambi bc scottish and also lowkey was involved in mother’s death!!! Maximus bc she should shoot him!! More Shere! Follow-up with Goliath tbh in class lmao would be funny. CORNY bc thye r destined to be friends. Callie!!! Oo, also more Eric.

Mowgli: Howl, Ursula, Mateo, more Peach, Jenny, Wilbur, Theo, Bambi Penny (yay orphans). Maybe a professor: Thomas, Goliath, Shere?

Charlie: so many ok. Ellie, Sweet, Shock, Jack, SALLY thats in caps bc I need it, Dipper, Boo, tbh could do some drug stuff with Roscoe, Lock and Theo. Rita bc she can be his mom, Oogie, anyone with trauma who wants charlie to relive it with them: eric, thomas, shere, lou the list can go on-- annnnd belle and callie also

[littlepuffrosebud]

Love, and Simon Snow

Me: Write more of your other fic. Me to me: Start a totally new one So this is a best friends au that I intended to be cute and sweet but instead turned angsty as fuck. I hope you enjoy it?? Idk how I feel about it, but here you go!

It was midnight, and Baz had never been so frustrated. The house shifted quietly around him, creaking and groaning in a way that usually lulled him to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight, there was a distraction in the form of a very golden, very shirtless Simon Snow. 

Even though he knew it would do him no good, Baz couldn’t help but stare. Who could ever resist Simon? He was curled into Baz’s sheets, curls a tangled mass on the pillowcase. His arms were thrown up around his head, as if to ward off nightmares, face twisted into a slight frown. The sheets were twisted around his waist; from Baz’s angle, it looked as though Simon wasn’t wearing anything - a thought that sent unwanted thrums of pleasure pooling into his stomach. He shouldn’t be thinking like this, not when he knew the feelings were unwanted, and especially not when it was his best friend. His completely straight best friend. But it was so hard to pretend otherwise, not when his friend’s tawny skin glowed so temptingly in the moonlight. Not when even a simple touch made his skin crawl with need, with love. It was just so hard to resist.

***

“Hey Simon! You free tonight?” Baz glared at his books as the voice shattered the peace of the library. It was one thing to disturb his study, but another thing to be one of Simon’s ridiculous swim club friends. The girls were clingy and far too knowledgeable for his liking, whilst the boys were the pathetic macho-macho type. It was all ‘bro’ and ‘No Homo’, accompanied by copious amounts of energy drinks and branded sweatshirts. God forbid they ever actually use their brains. Simon slid into a seat across from him, grinning. “Hey,” he whispered. Baz raised an eyebrow coolly. “So now you finally decide to whisper?” Simon rolled his eyes mightily. “Don’t start again Baz. They’re nothing like you think they are. Besides, you’ll have to get used to them tonight-” “Tonight?” Simon smirked. “We’re going to Gavin’s. He’s celebrating our latest swimming victory.” Baz groaned and turned his attention back to his essay on the power of symbolism in literature. “I’m not going, Si.” Simon sniggered. “Yes you are. We need to celebrate!” “Celebrate what, exactly? I don’t remember winning anything.” Even without looking, Baz could hear the pout in Simon’s voice. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember, Baz?” He gasped dramatically. “It’s our friendaversary today!” “You just made that up.” Simon sighed. “I did not. Haven’t you been counting, Bazzy?” “Don’t call me that.” “You’re being impossible again. Today is officially twelve years since we became friends.” Baz looked up sharply. “Today?” Simon’s eyes were overly bright, his smile stretched thin. As Baz stared at him, he was struck by how tired his friend really seemed. “I don’t think partying is a good idea, Si,” he began. “No, Baz. Please. I need this.” Simon grabbed at his hand desperately. “It’s not all bad is it? I mean look at us. Some good came out of it, don’t you think?” Baz withdrew his hand uncomfortably. He hated it when Simon talked about it so carelessly. But then again, he was no better. He knew how much it hurt. “Fine,” he sighed. Simon gasped excitedly. “But I am not carrying your alcohol-sodden butt back to my house again.” Simon grinned wickedly. “I can give you no such promises Baz.”

***

The house was swirling with teenage hormones when Baz arrived, the house pulsing to the beat of trashy music. As he walked up the garden path to the front door, Baz resisted the urge to curl his lips back in disgust. People were spilling out of the house onto the front lawn, stumbling over one another and groaning incoherently. It was a poster image of the very reason why his father looked down so strongly on those of ‘unfortunate circumstances’.

Baz fought his way through the press of bodies inside. The rooms were dim, lit only by technicolour lights that spun from the ceiling. In the hallway, Baz collided sharply with Gareth. “Baz my man! How are you my brooding vampire bro?” Baz sneered. “I’m no one’s ‘bro’, Gareth.” Gareth laughed loudly, and slapped Baz on the back. “Of course you’re not. Booze is in the kitchen.” He disappeared before Baz could ask him where Simon might be. Resigned, he fought his way into the kitchen. If he had to battle his way through this hell hole for several more hours, then he may as well do it with alcohol.

Baz stumbled to a halt. Simon was there, propped up against the sink. Only, he wasn’t alone. A boy was with him, hands wrapped around Simon’s waist, sucking bruises into his collarbone. Baz’s stomach turned to ice. Simon had his legs wrapped around the boy’s waist, and he was smirking down at him.  Baz couldn’t seem to move; his legs seemed to be bolted into the ground. He felt as though he might be sick. Dimly, he recognised that he had to get out of here, fast, before he did something stupid. But it was as if the world were mocking him. He couldn’t seem to move, and the boy kissed on, fingers sliding underneath Simon’s shirt. Baz must have made a sound, because suddenly Simon was staring at him. “Baz?” 

The voice echoed in his ears strangely, as though they were full of water. The boy turned to stare at Baz, and Baz felt his heart seize pathetically. He had dark hair that grazed his chin; his eyes were glittering as though he knew something Baz didn’t. Simon began to move towards him, and suddenly the spell was broken. Baz spun around and fought his way to the front door; this time, he slipped through the people like water. He stumbled out into the cool night air, gasping for breath. Behind him, the party raged on. “Baz! Baz!” Simon’s voice fought its way through the crush of people, and Baz leaped over the low garden wall, into the street. But he was too slow. A hand grabbed onto his arm, and he stumbled forward. Baz knew by the hand alone who it was. No one else was that warm. As he whirled to face Simon, Baz attempted to school his features into a mask of indifference. Simon could never know how he truly felt. “I’m so sorry, Baz, it wasn’t-” Baz sneered. “What in god’s name are you apologising for?” Simon stared at him. “I-I-” “It’s quite obvious you’re enjoying yourself without me. I’m going home.” Baz snapped. He needed to get away from here before he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed to go home and bury himself in several layers of self-hatred and pity. “No, Baz. Just wait a minute. It wasn’t what it looked like, I promise!” “I’ve already told you, Snow. I don’t care.” Simon’s eyes turned round with shock. “You-you called me Snow.” Baz laughed, and the sound was cold and empty. “Five points to Snow for deduction.” Simon stumbled sideways and fell onto the street. Baz raised an eyebrow. “And you’re drunk. I am surprised.” Simon groaned from his position on the ground. “Please, Bazzy. Be nice.” The name lit a match to the sludge of unrequited love swirling in Baz’s heart. “Please, Snow. You did this to yourself.” Simon’s face twisted into a mask of hurt and anger. “Take that back, you-you-” Baz smirked. “Or what? You’re in no state to argue, Snow.” Simon lurched forward, at the same time as a shrill ringing split the air. He collapsed backwards and dug out his phone, hands shaking. “Dad?” He asked. Baz watched him warily, watched as Simon slowly deflated, his eyes flat lining. “Okay,” was all he said, before ending the call and sliding his phone back into his pocket. Simon looked back up at him. “Take me home,” he said. It wasn’t a question. There was something in his voice that made Baz silently reach for his hand, and tug him to his feet. “Care to explain?” He asked. Simon smiled, but it didn’t fit his face. “Father requires my presence, Basilton.” Baz wrapped an arm around Simon’s shoulders to steady him as they began to walk down the street. His stomach was burning with guilt; how had he fucked up so magnificently? “Simon,” he began. “I-I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t true.” Simon grunted. “If you say so.” Baz felt awful. “No, Si. I was angry, okay? And I know that doesn’t excuse what I said, but it was wrong. Anyone would feel like you do on a day like today. God knows I do.” Simon shifted underneath his arm, and twisted his head to look at Baz. His blue eyes were sad. “It’s okay, Baz. I know you didn’t mean it. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I won’t remember any of this by morning.” Baz twisted his mouth into a thin line. He wouldn’t forget, and that made it all the more painful. They were quiet for a while, stumbling steadily through the quiet town that had imprisoned them for so long. Simon spoke up suddenly, as they were turning onto his street. “Go on. Ask me. I know you want to.”

“Are you gay?” The words hung heavy in the night air, weighed down with so many hopes and implications Baz could barely breathe. Simon laughed drily. “We live in a town where you must be one or the other. I am neither. But I can’t be nothing, can I? I am what I am instructed to be.” Baz frowned down at him. “That was utterly incomprehensible.” Simon sighed, and slid out from underneath Baz’s arm. “If only it could be otherwise, Baz.” They’d reached Simon’s house, standing grand and imposing across from Baz’s slightly larger home. A single light was on; Baz knew it to be Simon’s kitchen. Simon turned and smiled at him, “Goodnight, Baz. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”  He was gone before Baz could reply. The front door opened for him of its own accord, and as it clicked shut, Baz felt a shiver of fear. He didn’t know why.