"Blarg" comes to mind...

[lady_sarai]

I'm very depressed. I want to write but nothing is coming. Also, maybe casting the Founders wasn't a good idea because instead of the post-relationship Helga/Salazar I had been in the mood for, now all the plot bunnies want to be sunshine-and-daises, except that totally doesn't work for Salazar and Helga, even when they ARE happy.

Salazar does not strike me as sunshine-and-daisies, although I imagine he is surprisingly tolerant of Helga's sunshine-and-daisy fits.

... That made sense, right?

And I *really* want to find a Helga to make a Helga icon.

Priorities? What are those?

::sigh::

Having anxiety tonight. Got another "thanks for the application but we've chosen someone else" letter today. Great.

>_<

So, I'm bummed and anxious. And EXHAUSTED. OMG.

Dusted for an hour and forty-five minutes today. There was not a dust mote safe from the Wrath of PLEDGE! Of course, this meant I SNEEZED for an hour and forty-five minutes.

Then Mom gets home and is appreciative but then begins asking about the things that did NOT get done. And later apologizes, which was good.

Still, ::headdesk::.

I want chocolate. Ice cream. And a job, please. Also, my back hurts and no matter how I sit or lie, it continues to hurt. Ow.

>_<

Okay, done whining now. Promise. What was I talking about? Oh, yes! Founders!

... Sorry, my icon is distracting. I look and wonder 'what is he all broody and smoldering about' and the only thing I come up with is 'he wants to ravish Helga' and that is distracting from my PLOT. And words in general.

The fact that right now, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" is playing does NOT help me avoid this plot-distracting scenario.

So, I'm off to bed because I'm still sneezy and sniffly from ze dust and because I'm rather bummed and LJ is slightly dead. (Shut up, I do too have a life!)




Write me Helga/Salazar? ::is angelic::

Heck, write me anything?

Comments

[author-by-night.livejournal.com]

I give you props for trying them. :)

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Sorry, brain is FRIED. Trying...? What? Who? Helga/Salazar? They are my OTP of DOOOOOOM and exposition.

...

=D

Plus, my newly chosen Salazar is so pretty, he inspires my inner Salazar muse. ;)

[xenokattz.livejournal.com]

Heres my best try.

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What wizards didn't understand about Helga, Salazar reflected, was that just because she didn't want to fight, it didn't mean she didn't know how. He fingered the bruise on his shield arm. It was roughly the size of a sheep's head and after ten days, it still wouldn't heal. He lost to Godric after a mere hour of duelling; he just couldn't hold a spell with a bruise that went down to his bones.

He hadn't heard an adjustment in the incantation but there's been something odd in the flick of her wrist. Or, at least, that was the best guess he could come up with. His pride wouldn't permit him to simply ask Helga, of course. Dragon forfend!

So while Godric puttered about with his potions and Rowena collected more dust in her library, Salazar was reduced to peering through the hedges surrounding the training field, watching Helga doing her forms. The fey manner in which she moved from one spell to another made him feel like a bloody blundering ogre. With her size, she had to be more clever and flexible with dueling spells and that was where the wrist flick came in.

"You could just talk to her," Rowena whispered in his ear.

Salazar most certainly did not jump. "I do talk to her," he insisted.

"No, you growl at her and then slink about like a snake scenting a mouse when she's near." Rowena's lips twitched although her expression remained serene. "She likes daisies and cattails. There are a fair number of them growing by the moat if you need them. She is especially fond of tickling her neck with the cattails."

"I just need to learn that damned bone-bruising spell," Salazar grumbled, pointedly averting his eyes from the moat. "'Tis prodigious effective."

"Whatever you say, dear cousin." And with a knowing nod, she floated away in the direction of the walls which were, naturally, surrounded by the cattail-and-daisy infested moat. A dasiy head snapped away form its stalk, twirling to land on his feet.

To his surprise, Salazar picked it up. And looked past the hedges again.

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

......

O_O

::is speechless::

OMG!!!! You are my HERO. Oh, oh I love that SO much! It's PERFECT! ::flails about incoherently::

Okay, okay, some semblance of normalcy, please! That was spectacular! Oh, you GOT them so! I love, love, LOVE the first line. And Salazar. You have him PERFECT.

Oh, I love how she got the better of him and it's crawled under his skin and he can't *do* anything about it except sneak around and (presumably) brood when he's not sneaking. And how Rowena totally knows what's going on. And eee! Sunshine and daisies! =D

And oh, Salazar, it has NOTHING to do with the spell. It just gives you a convenient excuse to spy on her.

::more squeals of glee!::

Oh, I owe you a puppy or something. =D Thank you thank you thank you! You have made my day/night/weekend!!

[xenokattz.livejournal.com]

heeee!
*blushes*

You're welcome and thank you right back. Honestly, it was your descriptions. It fed the plotbunnies like whoa. I think you're in their Favourite People list.

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Weee! =D I like the bunnies. ::feeds them::