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- astro-liiqht
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
daily for 11.03.2022!
aesthetic: witchpunk
abt me:
˗ˏˋ h-hazel ?! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
❥ she/her ⊹ slytherin ☽
↳ ❝ there's a little witch in all of us ❞ ꒱
(the text is supposed to be centered oof-)
wiwo:
≪ reckless and beautiful 彡
ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ brewing potions…
༊*·˚ be magical ପ(੭ ´ ᵕ` )੭
aesthetic: witchpunk
abt me:
˗ˏˋ h-hazel ?! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
❥ she/her ⊹ slytherin ☽
↳ ❝ there's a little witch in all of us ❞ ꒱
(the text is supposed to be centered oof-)
wiwo:
≪ reckless and beautiful 彡
ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ brewing potions…
༊*·˚ be magical ପ(੭ ´ ᵕ` )੭
Last edited by astro-liiqht (March 11, 2022 13:23:47)
- FirestarForReal
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Scratcher
87 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
(400 words)
This story will happen at Blaze Village, a beautiful town of fire. It is almost always burning and on fire, but in a beautiful way. The flames give off a nice toasty warmth and are not harmful at all. Walking through them is like walking through warm water in a slightly different feel. Every building made instantly goes on fire, but it doesn’t burn. Therefore ironically, no houses have ever burned down in Blaze Village. The inhabitants of this village know that only the autumn-barked trees in the surrounding Fiery Forest can be used in this town. If any other wood is used, the building will instantly be devoured in the safe, unharming flames, except the only damaged thing will be the building, which will collapse into ash after burning for a while. After this happened once or twice, the citizens of Blaze Village use only Red Bark Trees’ wood for their buildings. Other than these things, the village is pretty much a normal place, with red buildings constantly on fire. HOWEVER, on solar eclipses the fire becomes too much, and the longer the eclipse is the more the safe fire becomes real fire. Blaze Village does not know this. On the opposite hand, during Solar Eclipses the fire dies down completely. The story will take place exactly one week before a solar eclipse. (Solar eclipses only happen 2-4 times a year, in different spots, and one has only happened once before, in 1834). All the birds around Blaze Village have flaming feathers (eating them or killing them is illegal) and sing beautiful songs that cannot be recorded, called Firesong. The catch is, their songs CAN be recorded and sound like normal birdsong, and the joke is that they have Firesong (they don’t). Everyone who isn’t native to Blaze Village doesn’t know this and this is how they get a lot of tourists. Until the people visit, then they are under the oath to keep “The Secret of Firesong” and it’s a growing trend to visit. The air has an overall atmosphere of happiness, home and the hearth, and family. Any traveler who needs a hearth and family will be welcomed in. Blaze Village is an old town, dating back to the beginning of mankind, buried deep in South America. However, the fires burn away old materials and replace them with up-to-date materials often, so the town always looks modern.
This story will happen at Blaze Village, a beautiful town of fire. It is almost always burning and on fire, but in a beautiful way. The flames give off a nice toasty warmth and are not harmful at all. Walking through them is like walking through warm water in a slightly different feel. Every building made instantly goes on fire, but it doesn’t burn. Therefore ironically, no houses have ever burned down in Blaze Village. The inhabitants of this village know that only the autumn-barked trees in the surrounding Fiery Forest can be used in this town. If any other wood is used, the building will instantly be devoured in the safe, unharming flames, except the only damaged thing will be the building, which will collapse into ash after burning for a while. After this happened once or twice, the citizens of Blaze Village use only Red Bark Trees’ wood for their buildings. Other than these things, the village is pretty much a normal place, with red buildings constantly on fire. HOWEVER, on solar eclipses the fire becomes too much, and the longer the eclipse is the more the safe fire becomes real fire. Blaze Village does not know this. On the opposite hand, during Solar Eclipses the fire dies down completely. The story will take place exactly one week before a solar eclipse. (Solar eclipses only happen 2-4 times a year, in different spots, and one has only happened once before, in 1834). All the birds around Blaze Village have flaming feathers (eating them or killing them is illegal) and sing beautiful songs that cannot be recorded, called Firesong. The catch is, their songs CAN be recorded and sound like normal birdsong, and the joke is that they have Firesong (they don’t). Everyone who isn’t native to Blaze Village doesn’t know this and this is how they get a lot of tourists. Until the people visit, then they are under the oath to keep “The Secret of Firesong” and it’s a growing trend to visit. The air has an overall atmosphere of happiness, home and the hearth, and family. Any traveler who needs a hearth and family will be welcomed in. Blaze Village is an old town, dating back to the beginning of mankind, buried deep in South America. However, the fires burn away old materials and replace them with up-to-date materials often, so the town always looks modern.
Last edited by FirestarForReal (March 11, 2022 13:20:28)
- FirestarForReal
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Scratcher
87 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
175 word premise
I’m going to be expanding: Your special feather that had granted you one wish a day is gone.
First, your main character wishes for their favorite food, clutching the white feather tightly in their fist. The feather glows, and suddenly their favorite food is there in front of them. The previously bright feather then goes dim. A day passes, and then the feather is glowing again. Your main character smiles, reaches for it, then wishes to have flying powers for that day. Now readers can infer that the feather’s wishes only last one day. Another day passes, and your main character smiles again, and reaches for the feather again. Suddenly, they can’t find the feather! Instead, their fingers grasp upon a note, which reads in a mocking elegant writing: CoMe AnD gEt Me. Immediately, the character is thrown into a flashback of them saying this to their worst enemy. Your character knows exactly who sent this: their enemy, the only other person on Earth (or your setting, whatever) who knows the power of the feather.
I’m going to be expanding: Your special feather that had granted you one wish a day is gone.
First, your main character wishes for their favorite food, clutching the white feather tightly in their fist. The feather glows, and suddenly their favorite food is there in front of them. The previously bright feather then goes dim. A day passes, and then the feather is glowing again. Your main character smiles, reaches for it, then wishes to have flying powers for that day. Now readers can infer that the feather’s wishes only last one day. Another day passes, and your main character smiles again, and reaches for the feather again. Suddenly, they can’t find the feather! Instead, their fingers grasp upon a note, which reads in a mocking elegant writing: CoMe AnD gEt Me. Immediately, the character is thrown into a flashback of them saying this to their worst enemy. Your character knows exactly who sent this: their enemy, the only other person on Earth (or your setting, whatever) who knows the power of the feather.
- FirestarForReal
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Scratcher
87 posts
Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
1059 words
As she did so, she found that she had an aptitude for solving mysteries, just like Mirabel. Only, she was focused on her physical strength too much in her childhood and she never got the chance to indulge her love for puzzles and mysteries.
But she was still pretty great at solving mysteries.
Now, she was already told in secret by Pepa that she would likely be the next candle-holder. After all, Pepa wasn’t exactly young either- (“But if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it,” Pepa had joked).
The new generation had to take on the candle in the event of Pepa’s death or resignation, and Luisa was one of the oldest. (“Isabela.. well, let’s just say she’s not the right type of person to hold our miracle,” Pepa had confided). Her aunt went on to say that Luisa already knew responsibility and she was a morally right person.
Mirabel was, of course, banned from candle holding. Dolores would be suspicious of everyone, hearing everything she could about the candle, (“Just not right either,”) Camilo was DEFINITELY not to be trusted with important matters such as this, and Antonio was very, very young.
Therefore, it fell on Luisa’s shoulders to be the next candle-holder.
Therefore, she was told about Mirabel’s ban and some basic rules of candle-holding, which didn’t require much work. Just a bedroom shift to be at the center of the house, checking on the candle thrice a day, banning Mirabel, etc.
Mirabel, the candle, and Pepa, Luisa thought. The candle. Pepa, the last candle-holder. Mirabel, who was banned from the candle. This was all connected somehow.
Another thought struck her: why were Dolores and Mariano talking about it? They could know about Pepa and the candle, anyone did, but Mirabel? What? How did Dolores and/or Mariano know about Mirabel being banned?
Perhaps Pepa had also considered Dolores before eliminating her, hence she had already told Dolores. Or perhaps Dolores had heard it. Yes, she had probably heard Luisa and Pepa discussing it. They really couldn’t hide a lot from Dolores.
Now Luisa had the “crime” figured out, she had to deduct the motive. She knew how they could’ve wound up talking about this, but why would they? What were Dolores’ priorities? Her baby! Luisa effortlessly deciphered.
Back in her room, Luisa grabbed a load of red string, pictures, pens, and papers, and started stringing up a board of explanations. Mirabel- the candle. Pepa- the candle. Abuela? She scribbled a question mark over it. Powers? Connected to Pepa, the candle, but not Mirabel. Them leaving breakfast? Probably to this exact thing. A hastily drawn figure of a baby swathed in blankets attached to Dolores, who was attached to Pepa.
Hmm. What’s Pepa’s motive? Luisa pondered. The baby will be her grandchild, after all.
An hour of crossed-out motives that got crazier and crazier later, Luisa abandoned her search. “Inconclusive evidence,” she muttered, throwing a blanket over the wall. “Only one thing left to do: investigate. The crime scene. The crime committers. The crime reporter.”
Investigating the “reporter” was up first. “Hey,” Luisa greeted the emo child again. She was missing lunch for this, so it had better be good. It was literally noon. “Remember when you told me you heard Dolores and Mariano talking about candles and things? Where did you hear that?” You heard it around 8 to 9, when they left breakfast, and then I saw Dolores somewhere around the town at 9:15.
The kid blinked slowly. “Uh…Miss Dolores’ room. She has this big window for listening to the town that she closes sometimes but when I was listening it was open. And I was super close so I listened.”
“What were their exact words?” Luisa squatted down to the kid’s level.
“Uh..” Emo kid’s face scrunched up, trying to remember. “Miss Dolores said.. ‘She wanted you..something..candle?’ And then Mister Mariano said, ‘Yes..something.. Mirabel…dark… power… candle.’”
“The candle was dark?” Luisa repeated in horror.
“No. ‘Mirabel..dark..power..candle.’” The child frowned, trying to recall the details. “Uh, uh, uh, OH YEAH! Mister Mariano said ‘emotions’ and ‘midnight’!”
“Okay, thanks.” Luisa dashed off.
Back to the board of questions. Mirabel candle? Mirabel dark? Power candle? Dark candle? Mirabel dark power? Mirabel power candle? Candle dark power? Luisa thought, careful not to say anything out loud or Dolores could hear her.
She crossed off ‘mirabel dark’. It seemed highly unlikely Dolores was discussing her prima’s skin tone. That was something maybe Isabela would do, not sensible Dolores.
‘Mirabel candle’? Luisa kept it on. ‘Power candle’? Also likely. ‘Dark candle’? Not so much. She scratched a line through it, then erased the line and moved it to a new list, which she titled ‘Highly Unlikely But Maybe’.
‘Mirabel power candle?’ Luisa froze. She had just realized every word in the phrase probably had to matter, not just two select words from it. Mirabel… power…candle. Mirabel got a power from the candle? And dark. Mirabel got her power from a dark candle? Mirabel got a dark power from the candle?
That was it! Luisa dropped her lists and markers. Mirabel got a dark power from the candle! Starting yet another list, but this time of ‘Almost Completely True Ideas’, she wrote down her thoughts, along with all of emo kid’s facts about Dolores and Mariano talking.
‘Emotions’, ‘midnight’, and ‘she wanted you -blank- candle’. Emotions could refer to Mirabel’s dark power, Luisa was clicking in the last puzzle pieces in her mind, and she clearly wants..something. About the candle.
And then: why now?
List #IDK: Questions to Investigate. Mirabel- why now want something of Mariano? What does she want from Mariano? Does she have a dark power? Does anything involve emotions? What happens at midnight?
Why now- what happened recently? “Abuela’s death,” Luisa sighed, hitting the sad answer. “She hated Abuela. And Pepa got the candle-” Pepa, Mirabel, the candle. She was solving it! Yes!
List #IDK: Questions to Investigate. Mirabel- why now want something of Mariano? What does she want from Mariano? Does she have a dark power? Does anything involve emotions? What happens at midnight?
Luisa went to investigate the crime scene next. But all she found was a piece of paper that said, “ 1,3,5- go at midnight to steal the candle for mirabel. 2,4,6- don’t go.”
And a die, the 5 facing up.
As she did so, she found that she had an aptitude for solving mysteries, just like Mirabel. Only, she was focused on her physical strength too much in her childhood and she never got the chance to indulge her love for puzzles and mysteries.
But she was still pretty great at solving mysteries.
Now, she was already told in secret by Pepa that she would likely be the next candle-holder. After all, Pepa wasn’t exactly young either- (“But if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it,” Pepa had joked).
The new generation had to take on the candle in the event of Pepa’s death or resignation, and Luisa was one of the oldest. (“Isabela.. well, let’s just say she’s not the right type of person to hold our miracle,” Pepa had confided). Her aunt went on to say that Luisa already knew responsibility and she was a morally right person.
Mirabel was, of course, banned from candle holding. Dolores would be suspicious of everyone, hearing everything she could about the candle, (“Just not right either,”) Camilo was DEFINITELY not to be trusted with important matters such as this, and Antonio was very, very young.
Therefore, it fell on Luisa’s shoulders to be the next candle-holder.
Therefore, she was told about Mirabel’s ban and some basic rules of candle-holding, which didn’t require much work. Just a bedroom shift to be at the center of the house, checking on the candle thrice a day, banning Mirabel, etc.
Mirabel, the candle, and Pepa, Luisa thought. The candle. Pepa, the last candle-holder. Mirabel, who was banned from the candle. This was all connected somehow.
Another thought struck her: why were Dolores and Mariano talking about it? They could know about Pepa and the candle, anyone did, but Mirabel? What? How did Dolores and/or Mariano know about Mirabel being banned?
Perhaps Pepa had also considered Dolores before eliminating her, hence she had already told Dolores. Or perhaps Dolores had heard it. Yes, she had probably heard Luisa and Pepa discussing it. They really couldn’t hide a lot from Dolores.
Now Luisa had the “crime” figured out, she had to deduct the motive. She knew how they could’ve wound up talking about this, but why would they? What were Dolores’ priorities? Her baby! Luisa effortlessly deciphered.
Back in her room, Luisa grabbed a load of red string, pictures, pens, and papers, and started stringing up a board of explanations. Mirabel- the candle. Pepa- the candle. Abuela? She scribbled a question mark over it. Powers? Connected to Pepa, the candle, but not Mirabel. Them leaving breakfast? Probably to this exact thing. A hastily drawn figure of a baby swathed in blankets attached to Dolores, who was attached to Pepa.
Hmm. What’s Pepa’s motive? Luisa pondered. The baby will be her grandchild, after all.
An hour of crossed-out motives that got crazier and crazier later, Luisa abandoned her search. “Inconclusive evidence,” she muttered, throwing a blanket over the wall. “Only one thing left to do: investigate. The crime scene. The crime committers. The crime reporter.”
Investigating the “reporter” was up first. “Hey,” Luisa greeted the emo child again. She was missing lunch for this, so it had better be good. It was literally noon. “Remember when you told me you heard Dolores and Mariano talking about candles and things? Where did you hear that?” You heard it around 8 to 9, when they left breakfast, and then I saw Dolores somewhere around the town at 9:15.
The kid blinked slowly. “Uh…Miss Dolores’ room. She has this big window for listening to the town that she closes sometimes but when I was listening it was open. And I was super close so I listened.”
“What were their exact words?” Luisa squatted down to the kid’s level.
“Uh..” Emo kid’s face scrunched up, trying to remember. “Miss Dolores said.. ‘She wanted you..something..candle?’ And then Mister Mariano said, ‘Yes..something.. Mirabel…dark… power… candle.’”
“The candle was dark?” Luisa repeated in horror.
“No. ‘Mirabel..dark..power..candle.’” The child frowned, trying to recall the details. “Uh, uh, uh, OH YEAH! Mister Mariano said ‘emotions’ and ‘midnight’!”
“Okay, thanks.” Luisa dashed off.
Back to the board of questions. Mirabel candle? Mirabel dark? Power candle? Dark candle? Mirabel dark power? Mirabel power candle? Candle dark power? Luisa thought, careful not to say anything out loud or Dolores could hear her.
She crossed off ‘mirabel dark’. It seemed highly unlikely Dolores was discussing her prima’s skin tone. That was something maybe Isabela would do, not sensible Dolores.
‘Mirabel candle’? Luisa kept it on. ‘Power candle’? Also likely. ‘Dark candle’? Not so much. She scratched a line through it, then erased the line and moved it to a new list, which she titled ‘Highly Unlikely But Maybe’.
‘Mirabel power candle?’ Luisa froze. She had just realized every word in the phrase probably had to matter, not just two select words from it. Mirabel… power…candle. Mirabel got a power from the candle? And dark. Mirabel got her power from a dark candle? Mirabel got a dark power from the candle?
That was it! Luisa dropped her lists and markers. Mirabel got a dark power from the candle! Starting yet another list, but this time of ‘Almost Completely True Ideas’, she wrote down her thoughts, along with all of emo kid’s facts about Dolores and Mariano talking.
‘Emotions’, ‘midnight’, and ‘she wanted you -blank- candle’. Emotions could refer to Mirabel’s dark power, Luisa was clicking in the last puzzle pieces in her mind, and she clearly wants..something. About the candle.
And then: why now?
List #IDK: Questions to Investigate. Mirabel- why now want something of Mariano? What does she want from Mariano? Does she have a dark power? Does anything involve emotions? What happens at midnight?
Why now- what happened recently? “Abuela’s death,” Luisa sighed, hitting the sad answer. “She hated Abuela. And Pepa got the candle-” Pepa, Mirabel, the candle. She was solving it! Yes!
List #IDK: Questions to Investigate. Mirabel- why now want something of Mariano? What does she want from Mariano? Does she have a dark power? Does anything involve emotions? What happens at midnight?
Luisa went to investigate the crime scene next. But all she found was a piece of paper that said, “ 1,3,5- go at midnight to steal the candle for mirabel. 2,4,6- don’t go.”
And a die, the 5 facing up.
- MagentaPink
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
March 11 Daily
Aesthetic: Rave punk
I know the actual daily was supposed to be writing an About Me and WIWO but since that is a really tiny excerpt of writing instead I will write a character bio with more info lol (I like randomly creating characters for no reason anyway)
Name: Cordelia Sylver
Species: Fey
Age: At least 200 but she generally looks like she's 16-20
Female, straight, she/her
Bio: Cordelia is a fun-loving girl who, despite her fey origins, doesn't feel the need for the “elegant refinement” that is often associated with her kind. Instead, she would rather find tickets to any concert or party she could access and go to as many as she could in the same day, while the other faeries are busy with either making flowers grow or charming people. She has the natural ability to alter her appearance at will, which she uses to change her hairstyles all the time without having to ever set foot in a hair salon. She often ends up in arguments with other faeries that she meets because of how she completely defies their tradition of being elegant and secretive.
She will still occasionally use her faerie charms but mainly to make whatever party she is at more enjoyable. She was trained in healing magic when she was young but she rarely ever uses it, if someone near her gets hurt, if it's not significant then she will just tell them to “deal with it”.
Aesthetic: Rave punk
I know the actual daily was supposed to be writing an About Me and WIWO but since that is a really tiny excerpt of writing instead I will write a character bio with more info lol (I like randomly creating characters for no reason anyway)
Name: Cordelia Sylver
Species: Fey
Age: At least 200 but she generally looks like she's 16-20
Female, straight, she/her
Bio: Cordelia is a fun-loving girl who, despite her fey origins, doesn't feel the need for the “elegant refinement” that is often associated with her kind. Instead, she would rather find tickets to any concert or party she could access and go to as many as she could in the same day, while the other faeries are busy with either making flowers grow or charming people. She has the natural ability to alter her appearance at will, which she uses to change her hairstyles all the time without having to ever set foot in a hair salon. She often ends up in arguments with other faeries that she meets because of how she completely defies their tradition of being elegant and secretive.
She will still occasionally use her faerie charms but mainly to make whatever party she is at more enjoyable. She was trained in healing magic when she was young but she rarely ever uses it, if someone near her gets hurt, if it's not significant then she will just tell them to “deal with it”.
- MokshithaVedarsh
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Hi, This is my school assignment to practice paragraphs.
Books are Our best friends
It is said that books are our best friend. Books are our best friends because books helps us to gain knowledge and become educated. Without Books, we are useless. For instance, We go to school for education and in school we learn new things by using books as teachers teach us with books. In each page of book, it contains some or the other new information. Books are not only best friends of children(students) but also adults. Adults also use books to gain knowledge. Hence, We can say that ‘Books are our best friends.’
The Cat
There is some truth in the common saying that while dogs attached person, cats generally attached to places. A dog will follow his master, but a cat keeps to the house it is used to: and even when the house changes hand, the cat will remain there, so long as it is kindly treated by the new owners. A cat does not seem to be capable of the personal devotion often by a dog. It thinks most of its own comfort, and it loves is only cupboard love.
A Car accident.
It is the mad craze for speed that is responsible for many motor accidents. Only last year I witnessed what might have been a fatal accident on the Kashmir road. I was motoring down from Srinagar; and as I was nearing Kohala, I came upon the wreckage of two cars on the road. The smash had been caused by a car coming down, which swept round a sharp corner at forty miles an hour and crashed into a car coming up. Happily no one was killed; but several were badly injured, and two cars were wrecked. To drive at such a speed down at twisting mountain road is simply to court disaster.
Books are Our best friends
It is said that books are our best friend. Books are our best friends because books helps us to gain knowledge and become educated. Without Books, we are useless. For instance, We go to school for education and in school we learn new things by using books as teachers teach us with books. In each page of book, it contains some or the other new information. Books are not only best friends of children(students) but also adults. Adults also use books to gain knowledge. Hence, We can say that ‘Books are our best friends.’
The Cat
There is some truth in the common saying that while dogs attached person, cats generally attached to places. A dog will follow his master, but a cat keeps to the house it is used to: and even when the house changes hand, the cat will remain there, so long as it is kindly treated by the new owners. A cat does not seem to be capable of the personal devotion often by a dog. It thinks most of its own comfort, and it loves is only cupboard love.
A Car accident.
It is the mad craze for speed that is responsible for many motor accidents. Only last year I witnessed what might have been a fatal accident on the Kashmir road. I was motoring down from Srinagar; and as I was nearing Kohala, I came upon the wreckage of two cars on the road. The smash had been caused by a car coming down, which swept round a sharp corner at forty miles an hour and crashed into a car coming up. Happily no one was killed; but several were badly injured, and two cars were wrecked. To drive at such a speed down at twisting mountain road is simply to court disaster.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
3.11.22 - daily 11
aesthetic I got: study academia
study: learning, school, organization, aesthetically pleasing imagery, note-taking, studying.
academia: passion for learning about the study theme, using study to shape your perspective and philosophy.
about me:
❝ heyo! i'm claire, your typical early bird ❞
middle school - nature - books - writing - reading
○ “Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child
and one teacher can change the world.” - Malala
Yousafzai ○
wiwo:
taking notes for a class, finishing up
hw…
oh, and making tutorials + tips
scratch projects!
(56 words, only counting about me and wiwo)
aesthetic I got: study academia
study: learning, school, organization, aesthetically pleasing imagery, note-taking, studying.
academia: passion for learning about the study theme, using study to shape your perspective and philosophy.
about me:
❝ heyo! i'm claire, your typical early bird ❞
middle school - nature - books - writing - reading
○ “Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child
and one teacher can change the world.” - Malala
Yousafzai ○
wiwo:
taking notes for a class, finishing up
hw…
oh, and making tutorials + tips
scratch projects!
(56 words, only counting about me and wiwo)
- IvyCreations
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
I wrote from the perspective of an OC named Amaranth using “Partypunk Party” because it seemed very her-ish
55 words
I wrote it in my actual wiwo so the characters are restricted I wanted to make it look realistic
she's a fairy and actually doesn't have a normal age lol
Amaranth . 6teen . Female . Fairy (seriously)
PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK
PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT
I am so much cooler than I sound.
Also I really, really do not like the X files lol.
PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK
I have no ideas head empty
HAHAHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Why is this so short >: /
55 words
I wrote it in my actual wiwo so the characters are restricted I wanted to make it look realistic
she's a fairy and actually doesn't have a normal age lol
Amaranth . 6teen . Female . Fairy (seriously)
PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK
PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT
I am so much cooler than I sound.
Also I really, really do not like the X files lol.
PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK
I have no ideas head empty
HAHAHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Why is this so short >: /
Last edited by IvyCreations (March 11, 2022 15:50:56)
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Scratcher
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Name: Simona Reeds
Age: 15
Gender: She/her. Don’t pay attention to what my parents tell you
Interests: Being alone, rebelling against people who don’t like me (aka old friends who don’t like me anymore.), meditation/ being nothing for long spans of time.
What I’m working on:
I leave that empty.
What am I supposed to say? Trying to run away from my parents, who refuse to accept me? I take out the part about my old friends. I don’t care about them anymore, so I shouldn’t let them haunt me. Hypothetically. I stare at the screen, then slam it shut. I don’t want to meet new people, online or in real life. I leave my room, grab my backpack, shove the computer in, and go outside. I’m not coming back.
Age: 15
Gender: She/her. Don’t pay attention to what my parents tell you
Interests: Being alone, rebelling against people who don’t like me (aka old friends who don’t like me anymore.), meditation/ being nothing for long spans of time.
What I’m working on:
I leave that empty.
What am I supposed to say? Trying to run away from my parents, who refuse to accept me? I take out the part about my old friends. I don’t care about them anymore, so I shouldn’t let them haunt me. Hypothetically. I stare at the screen, then slam it shut. I don’t want to meet new people, online or in real life. I leave my room, grab my backpack, shove the computer in, and go outside. I’m not coming back.
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Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)
Weekly Part 5
Character from Alba
Setting from here
Premise from Moss
Word Count: 1,130
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Character from Alba
Setting from here
Premise from Moss
Thea is outside taking a walk when suddenly a small rabbit hops out behind her. Its coat is an unnatural shade of blue, and it almost looks like it is glowing. Thea spins to see the animal hopping away, heading into a small area (like a tree tunnel in a forest, an alleyway in a city, an underground tunnel in a giant plain/field, etc.). It jumps onto the shoulder of a person dressed in all black, and they walk away. She follows it inside, into a massive open clearing, much larger than you would have expected from the entrance. The person sits down, crossing their legs and settling with the rabbit sitting calmly atop their head. They begin to chant an otherworldly song, and the rabbit glows brighter and brighter, until finally, it explodes. After the blue dust fades, the only thing left behind is…———–
a shimmering purple bird
Thea jumps up at the sight of the bird. First the rabbit, now a bird. The person must have disappeared into the dust. Thea moves closer to the bird. I've never seen a bird that looks like this before. She thought. The bird notices her and eyes her curiously.
“Can you…can you understand me?” She asks the bird. The Bird tilts it's head, and makes a nod like gesture. Thea smirks at the bird. Similar to the rabbit, the bird almost appears to be glowing, except the bird looks more shinny. “Do you happen to have an owner?” She gently asks the bird. The bird moves closer to Thea, and is right by her knees. It flaps it's wings and looks around. They were still in the open clearing, and the only light source was the bird itself.
Maybe that person who has the rabbit is it's owner. Thea thought. She decided that she should probably try and give the bird back to them, but the problem was that she was unsure how to do so. I should take care of the bird until I find it's owner. She carefully reached out her hand, and the bird walked on her palm.
“You need a name… does Misty sound alright?” She asks. The bird flew onto Thea's shoulder and leaned it's beak against Thea's neck. She looked over at the bird and smiled. “Alright then, Misty it is.” She decided. Misty did the same nod like gesture and now flew onto Thea's head.
Thea scanned the area. They had traveled into the forest, where the Moonlight doesn't always reach. The forests only had light on one day, the summer solstice. Since it was only April, the forests would remain dark for a while. Thea quickly thought about how they would get back towards the ocean, where Thea lived. Misty noticed Thea thinking, and suddenly flew off, bring the light with her.
Thea was stunned for a moment, before realizing what happened. When she did, she got up and ran after Misty. It wasn't hard to find her, since she just needed to follow the light. After a while, Thea finally caught up with Misty, who was sitting on some sand right by the water. It was daytime, and it was pitch black out. The waves from the ocean provided a little light, but most of the light came from Misty.
“H-How did you know this is where I was heading?” Thea asked Misty. Misty flew onto Thea's shoulder and perched there. Thea gave Misty a slight smile, before walking barefoot into the water. She only went as deep to cover her ankles. She giggled softly to herself and started twirling around in the water. Misty started flying around her.
After a while, the moon started to rise. It brought the magnificent moonlight with it. Thea started walking towards her little house alongside the beach, with a slight smile on her face. She usually never had anyone to keep her company, but now she had Misty with her. Thea could see in the distance that a few people had gotten up and started working on planting crops.
Thea's house was settled along the beach, close to the coastline. It was relatively father away from where most people on Argentlun lived. Thea liked that since she didn't have to deal with a lot of people often. Thea went into her small garden where a few white roses and moondrop flowers grew. Misty flew onto a small cherry tree that was slowly growing. Thea smiled at Misty, and went inside.
The house was a bit messy, but Thea kind of liked it that way. She walked towards a small bookshelf and grabbed a small, dark blue-ish colored notebook. She went into another room, her small bedroom, and laid down on her bed. She slowly began to poor her thoughts onto a sheet in the book:Dear Diary,
Today was really something. I woke up in the daytime just so I could walk around Argentlun and be alone, but I never expected my little trip to be so.. chaotic.
I was going towards the desert when I saw a glowing blue rabbit. I've seen plenty of different species of animals on this small island, but I've never seen anything that looked like that. The moment I saw it, I immediately wanted to learn more about it. It was so different an interesting, unlike most things that live on this island.
When it started hopping away, I rushed to follow it. It ran towards a person all dressed in black, which was unusual since most of the teens and adults wear light green. I don't, of course, but black…. it really surprised me. Then the person dashed away into the dark forest, and I still followed them. They started chanting some song, in a language I've never heard before.
And then, right in front of my eyes, the rabbit exploded, and the person disappeared into the dust. But the rabbit left behind a bird, that had the same coat as the rabbit except purple. If I was interested in the rabbit before, I was curious about the bird. I've always liked birds, even if everyone else thinks that they eat the crops they worked so hard to plant. But I've always viewed them as magestic creatures.
The person who had the rabbit must own the bird too. But I couldn't leave the bird alone, in the dark forest. So I decided to take her home with me. I named her Misty, since I thought it fitted her well. Misty seems pretty happy to be with me, and I'm really enjoying having someone to talk to. It's nice to have a little friend to hang out with.
I know I should try and find Misty's owner so I can give her back, but I wouldn't mind watching her for a bit longer. She's such a joy to have around. I hope maybe we can be life long friends.
~*Thea*~
Thea put down her notebook, and took a peek out the window. The moonlight was fulling the island with light. She noticed that some people were pointing towards her house. She sighed quietly to herself. People always liked to give her trouble, and they didn't like her much. She always tried to get them to like her, but it never worked.
She slowly walked back outside, and glanced at Misty. She was over by the roses, and she appeared to be sleeping. Thea smiled at the bird. She decided that she shouldn't let anyone see Misty, in case they get any wrong ideas. Plus, she already kept her animal lover side a secret to everyone else. One bird shouldn't be much of a difference….right?
Word Count: 1,130
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Daily 11:40 words
Character: Cute Kitty
Character: Cute Kitty
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This is my entry to Real-Fi’s daily prompt, and it had 732 words in it. I kinda went a bit off topic with it but welp-
Finch stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk. The school towered above them, not quite frightening, but definitely not friendly either. Finch was, well… maybe a little nervous. Just a little. Another student stepped down beside them, and Finch remembered they weren’t going alone. Cricket was right here, beside them.
“Oh… it’s beautiful. Look at it! Finch, look at that!” She nearly squealed with excitement. She was right, though. Real-Fi Academy really was incredible. It looked like some sort of classical museum, or maybe some old government building that had been there for generations.
But still. It was so big… How did students avoid getting lost? Cricket looked back at her best friend, and could clearly see the uncertainty written on their face. “Oh, stop that! We’re here, finally! And I bet it’s gonna be awesome. Just you wait, we’ll be the best students this school has ever seen!” With that, she took off running, awkwardly carrying her stuff with her.
Finch started walking after her, looking back over their shoulder. Was this a good idea? Maybe they shouldn’t have come. There would be all these kids who were awesome at writing, and then… there would be Finch. Just standing there, mostly just taking up space instead of someone who deserved it more. Sure, Finch was a pretty good writer, but when compared to the students here… No, they couldn’t think like that. If they did, then they might not be focused enough to write anything.
It’s just for a few weeks, after all. They thought. And besides, if anything, I’ll become better at writing, not worse. When they reached the huge, ornate doors, they pushed them open and walked through without any more hesitation.
Finch stopped in their tracks. Cricket was right… It really is beautiful. The floorboards were a warm, rich brown, and the walls were a pale cream color. There was a statue in the center of the entrance hallway, of a young child sitting among the roots of a huge willow tree, reading.
Finch walked past it, looking for Cricket. The school seemed even bigger on the inside that it had outside, if that were possible. There were a few students wandering about, talking, laughing, meeting up with friends. Despite all the people around, it didn’t feel crowded, and Finch was grateful for that. “Okay, just find Cricket…” They muttered.
Suddenly, a voice behind them spoke. “Oh, hello. You must be new, correct? What’s your name? I can help you find your group.” Finch turned around quickly, seeing someone who looked like… another student, but her uniform was different.
“U-Uh… I’m… I’m Finch.” They managed to get out. Finch had never been one for talking to strangers, which was why they often relied on Cricket to make new friends for both of them. “Finch James.”
“Oh, nice! You’re…” The girl looked down at a long list of names. “Oh, what do you know? You’re in my group!” She looked back up and smiled. “East wing. My name’s Scarlet.”
“Oh. Uh… cool. I, uh, need to find my friend. Cricket Gray? Do you know where she is?”
“Oh, I’m afraid not… But you don’t need to worry, I bet. She’s probably just exploring. It’s a big school, after all.”
“Oh. Okay… thanks, anyway.” Finch walked away. What did they do now? Go looking for Cricket, or go to wherever this ‘east wing’ was? Okay… how about I go to the east wing, do anything I might need to do there, and go look for Cricket afterward? They asked themselves. Yeah, that was it.
A few minutes later, they were standing at the door to the east wing. It hadn’t taken as long as she expected to find it. She opened the door, and gasped, still not used to the beauty of Real-Fi Academy. The room looked like some sort of atrium, with a large glass skylight, a fountain in the middle, and benches and plants all around it. And there was Cricket! She had turned to see who had come in, and dashed over.
”Finch! There you are! I almost thought you’d gotten lost, or were in a different group, or something! Trust you to get me, of all people, to worry!” Despite her words, Cricket was grinning. Finch was smiling, too. An awesome school, with their best friend, learning about writing? This was gonna be so, so cool.
Finch stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk. The school towered above them, not quite frightening, but definitely not friendly either. Finch was, well… maybe a little nervous. Just a little. Another student stepped down beside them, and Finch remembered they weren’t going alone. Cricket was right here, beside them.
“Oh… it’s beautiful. Look at it! Finch, look at that!” She nearly squealed with excitement. She was right, though. Real-Fi Academy really was incredible. It looked like some sort of classical museum, or maybe some old government building that had been there for generations.
But still. It was so big… How did students avoid getting lost? Cricket looked back at her best friend, and could clearly see the uncertainty written on their face. “Oh, stop that! We’re here, finally! And I bet it’s gonna be awesome. Just you wait, we’ll be the best students this school has ever seen!” With that, she took off running, awkwardly carrying her stuff with her.
Finch started walking after her, looking back over their shoulder. Was this a good idea? Maybe they shouldn’t have come. There would be all these kids who were awesome at writing, and then… there would be Finch. Just standing there, mostly just taking up space instead of someone who deserved it more. Sure, Finch was a pretty good writer, but when compared to the students here… No, they couldn’t think like that. If they did, then they might not be focused enough to write anything.
It’s just for a few weeks, after all. They thought. And besides, if anything, I’ll become better at writing, not worse. When they reached the huge, ornate doors, they pushed them open and walked through without any more hesitation.
Finch stopped in their tracks. Cricket was right… It really is beautiful. The floorboards were a warm, rich brown, and the walls were a pale cream color. There was a statue in the center of the entrance hallway, of a young child sitting among the roots of a huge willow tree, reading.
Finch walked past it, looking for Cricket. The school seemed even bigger on the inside that it had outside, if that were possible. There were a few students wandering about, talking, laughing, meeting up with friends. Despite all the people around, it didn’t feel crowded, and Finch was grateful for that. “Okay, just find Cricket…” They muttered.
Suddenly, a voice behind them spoke. “Oh, hello. You must be new, correct? What’s your name? I can help you find your group.” Finch turned around quickly, seeing someone who looked like… another student, but her uniform was different.
“U-Uh… I’m… I’m Finch.” They managed to get out. Finch had never been one for talking to strangers, which was why they often relied on Cricket to make new friends for both of them. “Finch James.”
“Oh, nice! You’re…” The girl looked down at a long list of names. “Oh, what do you know? You’re in my group!” She looked back up and smiled. “East wing. My name’s Scarlet.”
“Oh. Uh… cool. I, uh, need to find my friend. Cricket Gray? Do you know where she is?”
“Oh, I’m afraid not… But you don’t need to worry, I bet. She’s probably just exploring. It’s a big school, after all.”
“Oh. Okay… thanks, anyway.” Finch walked away. What did they do now? Go looking for Cricket, or go to wherever this ‘east wing’ was? Okay… how about I go to the east wing, do anything I might need to do there, and go look for Cricket afterward? They asked themselves. Yeah, that was it.
A few minutes later, they were standing at the door to the east wing. It hadn’t taken as long as she expected to find it. She opened the door, and gasped, still not used to the beauty of Real-Fi Academy. The room looked like some sort of atrium, with a large glass skylight, a fountain in the middle, and benches and plants all around it. And there was Cricket! She had turned to see who had come in, and dashed over.
”Finch! There you are! I almost thought you’d gotten lost, or were in a different group, or something! Trust you to get me, of all people, to worry!” Despite her words, Cricket was grinning. Finch was smiling, too. An awesome school, with their best friend, learning about writing? This was gonna be so, so cool.
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Weekly part 2!
(559 words)
Name: Nova Normandy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Personality and traits: Nova is a pretty spontaneous and disorganized character. She’s also extremely smart and curious, and one of the (many) reasons her room is so messy is she likes to steal clocks from around the house and take them apart, to figure out how they work. She has a super low self-esteem, and is always second-guessing herself. She’s the kind of person to say sorry when someone bumps into her in a crowd. She can seem aloof or like she’s in her own world sometimes, but if you’ve known her long enough she’s super nice and empathetic. But, she often pulls away in friendships, since other people and their thoughts are something she can’t learn about in a book or through a scientific experiment, and the unknown scares her. I guess if she wasn’t always second-guessing herself, or she was given more resources, she’d probably be classified as a genius or autodidact. She always tries her best, but often feels like her best isn’t good enough. She loves long, deep conversations about things she’s interested in, and absolutely hates small talk. Nova isn’t the most loyal person, and when things start to look tough it’s more likely for her to avoid it than try to help. She is, however, someone you could trust a secret with, and she takes great pride in the fact that she’s never spilled a secret.
Wants, hopes, and strengths: Nova’s super philosophical and curious, so one of her biggest wants is to find the answers to all the questions constantly swirling around inside her head. She also constantly seeks affirmation from her peers, so I think that’s a ‘want’ too. She doesn’t like the unknown, but instead of hiding from it like many people with a similar fear, she seeks it out and attempts to understand it. Nova hopes to make her family proud of her, as the middle child in a family with 5 kids, she often feels forgotten. She loves her family more than anything, and sometimes she feels that it isn't mutual. One of her biggest strengths is her ability to figure things out. Give her, say, a lamp, and within a few hours she’s taken it apart and put it back together, and can give you a brief explanation on how it works. However, she’s constantly in a state of too many things to do, and too little things to do at the same time, since all the things left for her to discover and learn about, she doesn’t have access to. Another strength of hers is how she can take complex information, and explain it in a way that the average person could understand.
Dislikes and fears: She hates it when the adults in her life tell her to “stop asking questions”, which happens a lot xD. She also doesn’t like being pushed out of her comfort zone, but she’s too polite and shy to argue. She doesn’t mind if someone doesn’t know as much as her, and kind of likes teaching people things, but it confuses her and makes her a bit sad for the person when someone isn’t open to learn or try new things. She also dislikes bananas, but that isn’t too relevant- Her greatest fear is that when she d!es, no one will remember her.
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Name: Nova Normandy
Age: 14
Species: Human
Personality and traits: Nova is a pretty spontaneous and disorganized character. She’s also extremely smart and curious, and one of the (many) reasons her room is so messy is she likes to steal clocks from around the house and take them apart, to figure out how they work. She has a super low self-esteem, and is always second-guessing herself. She’s the kind of person to say sorry when someone bumps into her in a crowd. She can seem aloof or like she’s in her own world sometimes, but if you’ve known her long enough she’s super nice and empathetic. But, she often pulls away in friendships, since other people and their thoughts are something she can’t learn about in a book or through a scientific experiment, and the unknown scares her. I guess if she wasn’t always second-guessing herself, or she was given more resources, she’d probably be classified as a genius or autodidact. She always tries her best, but often feels like her best isn’t good enough. She loves long, deep conversations about things she’s interested in, and absolutely hates small talk. Nova isn’t the most loyal person, and when things start to look tough it’s more likely for her to avoid it than try to help. She is, however, someone you could trust a secret with, and she takes great pride in the fact that she’s never spilled a secret.
Wants, hopes, and strengths: Nova’s super philosophical and curious, so one of her biggest wants is to find the answers to all the questions constantly swirling around inside her head. She also constantly seeks affirmation from her peers, so I think that’s a ‘want’ too. She doesn’t like the unknown, but instead of hiding from it like many people with a similar fear, she seeks it out and attempts to understand it. Nova hopes to make her family proud of her, as the middle child in a family with 5 kids, she often feels forgotten. She loves her family more than anything, and sometimes she feels that it isn't mutual. One of her biggest strengths is her ability to figure things out. Give her, say, a lamp, and within a few hours she’s taken it apart and put it back together, and can give you a brief explanation on how it works. However, she’s constantly in a state of too many things to do, and too little things to do at the same time, since all the things left for her to discover and learn about, she doesn’t have access to. Another strength of hers is how she can take complex information, and explain it in a way that the average person could understand.
Dislikes and fears: She hates it when the adults in her life tell her to “stop asking questions”, which happens a lot xD. She also doesn’t like being pushed out of her comfort zone, but she’s too polite and shy to argue. She doesn’t mind if someone doesn’t know as much as her, and kind of likes teaching people things, but it confuses her and makes her a bit sad for the person when someone isn’t open to learn or try new things. She also dislikes bananas, but that isn’t too relevant- Her greatest fear is that when she d!es, no one will remember her.
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bio + wiwo for swordcore aesthetic
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bio + wiwo for swordcore aesthetic
˗ˏˋ Roxanne ´ˎ˗
✧.*Roxie ✧.* Swordies for life ✧.* Mentor ✧.* Warrior
❝The pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp❞
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Wiwo ࿐ྂ
✎Practicing, Practicing, Practicing
✎Teaching
✎Forging new swords
✎Trying to be more patient with beginners
✧.*Roxie ✧.* Swordies for life ✧.* Mentor ✧.* Warrior
❝The pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp❞
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Wiwo ࿐ྂ
✎Practicing, Practicing, Practicing
✎Teaching
✎Forging new swords
✎Trying to be more patient with beginners
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Name: Flurry
Age: 7 years (16-17 in human years)
Species: Winged Cat
Personality and Traits: (222 words)
Flurry is a white, long-furred cat, with two bat-like wings and ocean-blue eyes. He is outwardly indifferent and suspicious of others, and it takes a lot to penetrate his outer shell. While he is calm and aloof to strangers, but shows both a softer and more aggressive side to his friends. When with friends, he is more likely to show compassion, but also more likely to lose his temper. He often has difficulty understanding others’ feelings, and is puzzled when they do things that don’t fit with his expectations.
Flurry would never abandon or betray those he is loyal to, and he expects others to hold up the same standard. He can be very protective of those he cares about, but if someone who he trusts betrays him, he will draw back from all relationships with others. He won’t pick fights with others who he considers “beneath his notice,” and always has a condescending retort for those that insult him. However, he will fight to protect a weaker friend, at all costs.
Flurry will initially turn his nose up to a challenge, but will readily complete one if riled up or teased by someone he trusts. He tends to be less willing to overcome obstacles, and will rather pretend that he doesn’t care about the rewards he would gain by committing himself.
Wants, hopes, and strengths: (219 words)
While Flurry shows a distant exterior, he secretly craves acceptance, and dreams of having a group of friends who would be as loyal to him as he is to them. He hopes to become someone that others look up to. He wishes he could be popular, responding to taunts with witty barbs that make everyone laugh. He also wants to overcome the challenges in his life, even if he doesn’t show it. Sometimes he acts uncommitted in front of his friends so they encourage him, giving him motivation to move forward when he doesn’t know how otherwise.
Even though he doesn’t think it, he does have some hidden strengths. He has sharp eyes, and can easily spot small details that others miss. In the air, he isn’t the fastest or most agile flyer, but he does find it easier to stay stable in rough winds, and can fly for long periods of time without stopping. He is also quick to notice deceit and untrustworthiness and tends to be a good judge of character. However, his desire to befriend others can lead to him ignoring his initial instincts.
But Flurry’s greatest strength is the loyalty and protectiveness he shows to his friends. His sincere friends are grateful for his unwavering support, and will go to great lengths to repay him.
Dislikes and Fears: (104 words)
Flurry’s main fear is that he might be too gullible, and that someone he thinks is a friend will just take advantage of his dedication. This can lead to him drawing back at the first sign of betrayal. He also fears that others will discover his hidden dreams and hopes. This is why he shows such a cold exterior. In an ironic twist, he dislikes those who act snooty and condescending to others, like he does.
In addition, he detests those who are manipulative and two-faced, valuing honesty and straightforwardness. He doesn’t like bullies, either, especially if they go after one of his friends.
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Hi! I'm honey! Buzzzz
Style: Honeycore
I love warm colours (Mostly gold), fashion, animals, and agriculture!
“Kind words are like honey, sweet to the soul and healthy for the body.”
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Baking sweet treats
Going hiking
Having a picnic
Skydiving
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Hi! I'm honey! Buzzzz
Style: Honeycore
I love warm colours (Mostly gold), fashion, animals, and agriculture!
“Kind words are like honey, sweet to the soul and healthy for the body.”
-Wiwo-
Baking sweet treats
Going hiking
Having a picnic
Skydiving
Crafts
Drop me a line and I'll -bee- with you in an instant!
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Daily 3/11/22
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cleancore
clean:
soap, sponges, hand sanitizer, water. can also involve safety (i.e sanitary environments) and “childlike” imagery like rubber ducks and bath toys.
core:
“embolden”, “uplift”, or otherwise bring attention to overall aspects of the clean theme.
#c1bab0 tea
#def5ff pattens blue
#283a77 astronaut
About Me:
Hiya! I’m Claire, a reader, writer, and perfectionist. I love to organize rooms, lockers, photo albums, anything! I also like to keep things clean and picture perfect. My favorite color is blue, and I consider myself to be a Ravenclaw.
WIWO
What am I working on? The truly impossible mission of reorganizing my younger brother’s closet. Really, that place is a jungle! Younger siblings. Am I right or am I right?
(rip formatting
)cleancore
clean:
soap, sponges, hand sanitizer, water. can also involve safety (i.e sanitary environments) and “childlike” imagery like rubber ducks and bath toys.
core:
“embolden”, “uplift”, or otherwise bring attention to overall aspects of the clean theme.
#c1bab0 tea
#def5ff pattens blue
#283a77 astronaut
About Me:
Hiya! I’m Claire, a reader, writer, and perfectionist. I love to organize rooms, lockers, photo albums, anything! I also like to keep things clean and picture perfect. My favorite color is blue, and I consider myself to be a Ravenclaw.
WIWO
What am I working on? The truly impossible mission of reorganizing my younger brother’s closet. Really, that place is a jungle! Younger siblings. Am I right or am I right?
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Your story takes place in a bustling city.
The city center is a metropolis, filled with gleaming skyscrapers, traffic, and pollution. The city center seems to act like a utopia, but truly there are many glossed-over problems. People in the city center are always busy and have no time for simple pleasures or interactions with other humans. All it is is rush, rush, rush. The city center is a corporate jungle, bureaucracy and corruption abundant.
Outside of the city center are suburbs. It’s a sea of identical houses, manicured lawns and smiling faces as far as the eye can see. Everyone knows everyone and everything seems perfect.
Then comes the sprawl: Huge superstores and strip malls. Everything is covered in a haze of ‘industrial.’ Walking is unheard of in the sprawl; you’d be run over if you didn’t have a car. Nobody lives in the sprawl, but you can’t live without it - it’s where you have to buy all your basic necessities. People visiting the sprawl are always rude to one another.
Then you get to the outer limits of the city. All pretense of glamor is gone at this point; the outer limits are the place for anyone who fell through the cracks. If you’re looking for a fugitive or an entrance to the undercity, the outer limits are your place to go. Nobody talks to anyone in the outer limits. People are too dangerous. The whole place is fraying.
Beneath the city is the undercity. It’s vibrant and full of life, but also dangerous. And totally illegal. The undercity is where you’d go to find anything that isn’t allowed abovegrounds. Everyone knows it’s there, but nobody talks about it. Kind of like Bruno.
Put together, you have the city. It’s trying to be a nice place. It really is. And for what it’s worth, it once was. Long ago, before the city center and the suburbs and the sprawl and the outer limits and definitely before the undercity, there was a town. No skyscrapers. No huge industrial wastelands. No thriving criminal underworld. Nothing but a modest skyline, tree-lined neighborhoods, and happy people. It was small, but it had everything the citizens needed.
Until, of course, the citizens decided they needed more. And more, and more and more and more and more until the town became a city and the city became what it is today: A not-quite-utopia that’s in a downward spiral. Every day, people smile thinly, lie to themselves, and go about their days, pretending nothing is wrong.
How much longer until things boil over?
The city center is a metropolis, filled with gleaming skyscrapers, traffic, and pollution. The city center seems to act like a utopia, but truly there are many glossed-over problems. People in the city center are always busy and have no time for simple pleasures or interactions with other humans. All it is is rush, rush, rush. The city center is a corporate jungle, bureaucracy and corruption abundant.
Outside of the city center are suburbs. It’s a sea of identical houses, manicured lawns and smiling faces as far as the eye can see. Everyone knows everyone and everything seems perfect.
Then comes the sprawl: Huge superstores and strip malls. Everything is covered in a haze of ‘industrial.’ Walking is unheard of in the sprawl; you’d be run over if you didn’t have a car. Nobody lives in the sprawl, but you can’t live without it - it’s where you have to buy all your basic necessities. People visiting the sprawl are always rude to one another.
Then you get to the outer limits of the city. All pretense of glamor is gone at this point; the outer limits are the place for anyone who fell through the cracks. If you’re looking for a fugitive or an entrance to the undercity, the outer limits are your place to go. Nobody talks to anyone in the outer limits. People are too dangerous. The whole place is fraying.
Beneath the city is the undercity. It’s vibrant and full of life, but also dangerous. And totally illegal. The undercity is where you’d go to find anything that isn’t allowed abovegrounds. Everyone knows it’s there, but nobody talks about it. Kind of like Bruno.
Put together, you have the city. It’s trying to be a nice place. It really is. And for what it’s worth, it once was. Long ago, before the city center and the suburbs and the sprawl and the outer limits and definitely before the undercity, there was a town. No skyscrapers. No huge industrial wastelands. No thriving criminal underworld. Nothing but a modest skyline, tree-lined neighborhoods, and happy people. It was small, but it had everything the citizens needed.
Until, of course, the citizens decided they needed more. And more, and more and more and more and more until the town became a city and the city became what it is today: A not-quite-utopia that’s in a downward spiral. Every day, people smile thinly, lie to themselves, and go about their days, pretending nothing is wrong.
How much longer until things boil over?