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just found a draft of All Other Ground where we did a fakeout and had a pov character named Benjamin who was not Benji Tallboy and oh heck oh gosh it was despicable and itās going back in the plot immediately
my favorite discovery so far in sorting through old notes is the Psych ghost au where the outline opens with āGus quotes John Legend lyrics to Shawnā. itās the one instance where i immediately know exactly what the hell past!me was talking about š
more stuff iāve found while sorting old writing notes:
Musketeers kind of...small town AU i guess? where Treville owns this sort of hotel/diner called Garyās Inn, and heās in constant brutal competition with Rochefort, who owns a sort of tavern situation called Patchās. Also Bonacieux runs a high-end clothing store, Aramis is an ER nurse or EMT, dāArtagnanās dad gets murdered on Christmas, Louis is the mayor. apparently Athos is kind of considered the Weird Neighbor and then at some point is just in dāArtagnanās house. past!me didnāt elaborate on how or why that happened but it says that dāArtagnan calls Porthos about it and then attacks Athos, so that seems pretty much correct.
Ā The fake!married saga where dāArtagnan goes undercover as Charlotte, Aramisā charming bride, and then in the sequel Aramis is undercover as Rene, Constanceās charming husband. i feel like there was a part three somewhere involving Athos but iāve not found it yet
Ā a Merlin au thatās just (intentionally) the plot of Emperorās New Groove
Merlin au set in the Freya episode and i guess Merlin panics and turns Freya into an actual cat in order to buy her some time
turning characters into either cats or ghosts is all i know how to do what can i say
outline of a TURN fic thatās literally like, after outlining the Problem of the story, āWashington reacts with more sympathy than is even remotely in character but we can dreamā
Musketeers fic where i needed a name for an OC and was just like ācall him Luc. no one will Notice.ā
do you have any headcanons about Ben and Anna's friendship when they were smol?
Yes!! Not many though. I think they were close, Iād like to think so, and she left such an impression on him growing up and thatās why he so fiercely advocated for womenās education at Yale.

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do you have a faaaaaavorite headcanon that you find yourself referring back to often?
Yes!! Several.
Ben likes candied lemon peels.
He wears a ribbon because a girl complimented hair ribbons while he was at Yale.
After falling in the Delaware, Ben has a slight intolerance to cold.
is there any character (or characters) you think it would've been interesting to see Ben interact with/interact with More in the series?
OH MAN.
His dragoons, John Andre, Robert Rogers, Simcoe, Hamilton, Laurens, literally any of the other aides, Lafayette, NATHAN HALE...
Iāll forever cry that Ben didnāt have any real finished personal plots except that disaster in s3.
what's Thera's best version of relaxing and taking some Thera Time look like? does she have any little rituals that she enjoys?
[Question from @majorxwriteyxboy.]
āThera Timeā, in the sense that it really is Thera Time, is always spent alone. Not in the sad way but in the chilled out, joyous, ānobody around to judge or interfereā way. No disturbances, not even the innocentĀ āwalking across the roomā orĀ āturning the page of a bookā sort of noises that happen if someone else is around.
Nobody is there to care what she looks like or what sheās wearing or what she eats or drinks. Nobody cares if she decides to work out, or read pulp novels or do the vacuuming at midnight while rocking out to a mixtape featuring Mama Mia,Ā Can The Can and Mi-SexāsĀ Computer Games.
Nobody cares about the huge bowl of mac, cheese and bacon with chili sauce while she sits watching 70ā²s kidsā shows and cheering for Witchiepoo, or spends 3 hours in the bath pampering herself from head to toe.
Nobody cares if she goes up to the rooftop garden of her place in New York and just lies there, looking at the sky.
No judgement, no justification. Nobody sitting around just a little on edge because ok fine, but they donāt understand. They donāt mean to hassle her, but thereās always at least a tiny edge, in her own mind at least, that sayd at any minute they might.
So, yeah. Alone. The rest falls where it may depending on her mood, as long as sheās doing it on her own.