July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread

Whimsy_lux

Falling. Father and farther down, the wind pushing against me. Yells from up above were slowly getting farther away. This was it, it’s finally over. But my eyes won’t close, my hands ball up and my heart starts beating rapidly. Panic racked through my body like a Tsunami. Why am I feeling like this, I’m supposed to be at peace, tears welled up in my eyes, Why did I jump? My body, heavy with regret, falls against the cold pavement below me.

Cassian wakes up in a cold sweat. He was shaking uncontrollably and his breath was unsteady. The dream flashed through his head over and over again, the feelings he experienced wouldn’t go away. He closed his eyes and tried to count to three but everytime he did he saw the sky above him, he heard the yells from atop the building. He shakily reached for the water on his bedside table, drinking it and trying to catch his breath. IIt took several more minutes to calm him down. Never had a premonition been that intense.

This one was different. The dream was so clear it didn’t even feel like something from his mind. He’s never felt the emotions so vividly, the regret and fear swirling in the person's mind making him feel sick. The vision had never been from the eyes of another person, not just a bystander in the clouds. Cassian was falling. Cassian crashed to the ground. Cassian was the boy, so tired of being alone he threw himself off the building. Despite his heart still thumping in his chest he got up from his bed and started getting ready to leave. He didn’t know who the person was from his vision but he knew he needed to save them, somehow.

He rushed out of his apartment and outside into the cool summer day. Thinking of his premonition was painful but he needed to somehow know where the person was. Or at least who he was. Anything that could be used to somehow save him. The city was filled with tall buildings and giant skyscrapers. Fear struck his heart as he ran through the busy city, how was Cassian supposed to do this?

Cassian stopped in his tracks, despair filling his mind. He had nothing. He didn’t know who the person was, what they looked liked, where they were or if he was already too late. Even if he did meet the person, what would he say, Hey I know you don’t know who I am but please don’t jump so my conscience will be clean? Why did he even get out of bed. It was hopeless. Cassian couldn’t do anything, it was useless.

Cassian kept walking, not back to his home, he didn’t really know where. He was deep in his thoughts, still debating if he should even try. Barely any of his premonitions have been bad and the ones that were ended up being unavoidable. Could he even change destiny? It wasn’t his fault he knew it but his mood drastically lowered, his mind fogging up with dark thoughts. Then he bumped into a man, lukewarm coffee spilled all over his clothes but that didn’t matter. The vision replayed but this time from the eyes of another, the man apologizing for ruining his clothes was the one. Cassian had found him. Cassian could save him.

MoonlitSeas

7/6 - Do you believe in horoscopes? Today, find your sign’s horoscope at https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/711163750 and use it as a writing prompt! Write at least 500 words to earn 600 points for your cabin, and earn an additional 200 points for sharing proof of your writing. If you would prefer not to reveal your zodiac sign, you can choose a random horoscope. If there are other reasons you are uncomfortable with this daily, contact someone on the daily team (see bottom of description) and we’ll give you an alternative prompt.

Leo - “Get up early and get working, Leo. You have a lot of emotional and physical energy that should help you accomplish whatever you need to do. The planetary energy is on your side. Take advantage of it to say what’s on your mind and get closer to wherever you need to be. Your active and receptive sides are in agreement today. You should be able to find a healthy balance between giving and receiving.

(525 words) Moonlit rolled out of bed, refreshed by her restful eight hours of sleep - Birdi would be proud if she knew. Or perhaps so would remind her that nine is ideal for the brains of people their age and whatnot. Either way, there was a delightful sense of purpose in the air, as if today would be the day she would finally do something she had long set out to achieve. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was exactly; for now, it remained a cookie just out of the reach of a certain fuzzy blue monster, or perhaps Harry the Capybara, thriller’s beloved mascot.

Getting to her feet, she smiled as she stretched - something she rarely remembered to do. Well, if she was being completely honest with herself, it wasn’t so much a memory issue as a motivation issue. She was flexible enough to get away with not having her left and middle splits, so why bother? She also had enough natural flexibility to keep what she had without the need to constantly stretch, a luxury she was grateful for.

She practically skipped down to the kitchen, surprised by her own energy, before skidding to a halt when she saw a familiar figure already standing there, snacking on a mango. “Good morning, Luna!” she exclaimed, surprised to see her somehow in her kitchen. How did she get in- no. What chaos did she have planned for today?

“Hey Moonlit!” Luna practically shouted, uncontained excitement creeping into the edge of her voice. Getting to the point, she added, “Who wants to commit some arson?!”

“MEEEE,” Moonlit shouted, grinning. Clearly Miss Luna was up to no good, and she was all for it! Arson, arson, arson! So that’s what was going to happen today!

“Excellent, let me go grab my helicopter!” Luna ran out the door, whistled once, and ran back inside and covered her ears. If only Moonlit had been wise enough to do the same. Luna’s helicopter came swooping down on her enormous backyard, blaring the unmistakable iconic siren of a classic fire truck, only millions of times louder. Clearly Luna wanted to put on quite the show… she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d set up fireworks somewhere while she was at it, she thought with some amusement. The helicopter, painted a shiny reflective black and adorned with neon flames, complete with a complimentary glow in the dark mode, hovered inches from her back door, ready to be boarded. Luna grabbed her hand, and together they ran to the helicopter, which promptly took off upon their arrival.

“So where to go today?” Moonlit asked, remembering yesterday’s factory adventure. The flames had been beautiful. They had gently licked the fresh gasoline poured over the factory, taking it as a sugary coating to a sour candy, waiting for the best, as they knew, was yet to come. They had performed their sweeping ballet, taking their audience to their feet, screaming without a clear end in sight. Such pure, chaotic freedom to do as they wish, and all it took was a spark.

“You’ll see,” Luna responded with a smile. All it took was a spark.

Last edited by MoonlitSeas (July 6, 2022 23:55:59)

Naxder

daily 6: 357 words, not enough for the daily.
When I awake, I know this one will be bad. I look inside myself to see magma boiling hot and glowing with the light of the earth’s heart. I have only hours till I erupt and spew my insides into the sky and across the land, blanking the town nearby with lava and ash and darkening the clouds with smoke.
I wish that I could stop these poor people from getting hurt. Why do they not just leave this place and be safe from me and my fate? I suppose I will never know, as I cannot ask nor talk to them at all in their language, though I will always wonder why they stay and return.
My core rumbles, and they notice and start to prepare.
I hope they all get out safe, though that is unlikely, as a few always are late to the boats or stumble and fall and are hurt to bad to move, or some other tragic mishap that leaves them to suffer as my traitorous mountain body crushes or burns them alive.
It shakes more badly and my head starts to groan with the strain of the unrelenting pressure, as the townsfolk grab the last of their children and what else they can carry, and run for the boats. A few have left already and the rest are waiting for the last stragglers. Most are on when my focus turns to the pain of a hole blown in my head, and the eruption starts.
As i fight the pain I see my people sailing away, and am glad to see them survive another eruption.
I hope that I do too, as my mind fades back to sleep…
When I awake, I am glad to see I have survived another eruption and I rejoice to see my people alive and healthy, returned and getting ready to farm the fertile new ground to feed their family. I see there are new children running in the fields playing, and the sun shines down. I watch and look on, and I know I will treasure these times of happiness forever, no matter the sadness between.

violent-measures

Daily
(I used the alt. prompt as the other made me uncomfortable.)

The crowded market was bustling with people going about their shopping. The thick, sharp scent of spices hung in the air. Brightly colored cloths covered the stalls, throwing dark shadows on the owners who called out their prices and offerings, trying to be heard above the cacophony.
It was a hot day, the summer sun beating down on the sand and burning unsandaled feet.
Taking a quick glance around at the people haggling for a lower price or trying to lure excited children away from a particularly interesting stall, I nodded slightly, my gaze flowing over the stalls and trying to find the one I’d been sent to find. I was sweltering, even in the light, thin fabrics shielding me from the sun.
I was bound by an important purpose.
But . . . surely Mother wouldn’t mind my visiting Uncle Mikah before I bought the flatbreads she’d really sent me for. Especially since I saw a long line leading to the baker’s stall. There were other bakers, but this one was the best. Mother had asked specifically. Mikah’s stall was nearby and I could keep an eye on the line while we talked. And, more importantly, I looked at the objects in his collection.
Decided, I made my way through the thick crowd, the stifling nearness of the bodies not helping the heat.
“Ah! My favorite niece!” Uncle Mikah grinned crookedly at me, opening his arms wide then clapping his hands together excitedly. I was his only niece. His skin was slightly darker than Mother’s—he spent more time in the sun—but his hair was the same dark wave as hers and mine.
I envied my brothers and father their perfect curls, but, still, I was glad to match with Mikah.
“Hello, Uncle,” I greeted him with a smile.
“Come, come, I have something new to show you,” Mikah gestured for me to join him behind the crates that made up the stall’s counter and doubled as extra storage. Ducking beyond the wooden pole holding up the red fabric shading his workspace, I sighed with relief.
“Nice, eh?” he asked, seeing my expression.
“Nothing better,” I agreed, the wonderful, cool shade blanketing my skin somehow enough to distract me from the new items Uncle Mikah had to show me.
But only for a few moments.
“Okay, what is it?” I asked excitedly, looking at Mikah, who grinned again as he crouched down and opened a bag lying against the low wall of crates.
“Here,” my uncle lifted up a thick, leather-bound book. I’d only seen them in his stall. Mostly we had scrolls, if we had any writing at all. I couldn’t read, myself. Mikah was trying to teach me, but I couldn’t seem to keep any of the symbols straight.
Still, I enjoyed studying the curves and lines in the ink, and sometimes there would be pictures. They were interesting, but not the best Mikah had shown me. I was a little disappointed, if I was honest.
I grabbed the book. Its leather was warm from the hot summer air.
Flipping through it, I felt a strange tickling feeling in my fingers. Sometimes that happened, but it was still annoyingly itchy. The book was probably dusty.
After a few moments puzzling over a little black and white drawing of a horse, I looked back up. Mikah’s brows were raised and he had a slight twinkle in his eye.
“What?” I asked.
“Look in the bag,” he said.
Curious now, I deposited the book. The moment it left my hands, the tickling stopped.
Yuck. Dust.
I grabbed the bag, excited now.
Reaching in, I grabbed something encased in a thicker, smoother leather than the book had been bound in. Something cool, like metal, touched my fingers. As I took the object in my hands and brushed away the clinging edges of the bag’s fabric, I felt something, like the tickling from the dust but more intense. Like a bug’s sting, or the surprise of cool water on a hot day. My hands buzzed with energy and I saw myself suddenly . . . someplace else.
Only, I wasn’t me.
Laughter in my ears. Then—screams.
I blinked, and was back, Uncle Mikah smiling as though nothing had happened.
“Do you like it?”

criminal-intent

Prompt: Write 500 words about a character with one of these psychic superpowers: psychometry, intuition, premonition, telekinesis, astral projection, or telepathy.

Caleb collapsed onto his front porch, his right eye stinging. He wanted to walk inside and put some ice on the bruise, but he didn’t want his mom to ask how he got the black eye.
It wasn’t worth mentioning, anyways. He didn’t want to worry her.
He could hear his mom’s thoughts in the living room, the noise adding to his headache from the punch he’d received at school. Luckily, Khara had fended off the bullies before they’d done any more damage, but even his best friend’s telekinesis couldn’t heal already inflicted injuries.
Though Khara had taken a lot of convincing, Caleb had finally assured her that he was fine and didn’t need her to walk him home.
Please, please, go away, Mom.
Still, his mother sat resolutely on her favorite chair, looking at the news on her phone. Something about a political scandal. Nothing new.
Caleb could even hear his sister’s voice in his mind. Ava was chatting with her best friend about a new movie.
It didn’t sound very interesting to Caleb, but Ava’s friend was raving.
The sound of a car rolling into the driveway crashed into Caleb’s thoughts. He could sense a familiar mind in the vehicle, but it took him a moment to place it.
Then, a figure stepped out of the sleek black car. The man was tall, with well-groomed brown hair and a neatly clipped beard.
He looked different from when Caleb had last seen him, but the voice in his mind was unmistakable.
“Father?” he asked, standing up.
If Caleb hadn’t already known that he looked like a mess, his father’s stare would surely have informed him.
With scraped up knees, holey jeans, a dust covered hoodie, and a massive black eye, Caleb wasn’t much like the mild-mannered boy his father had left behind either. Khara’s influence had made sure of that.
Looks like he’s suffered from my absence—Should have known he’d turn out like this—Dirty—Careless—Probably got into a fight at school—And a Telepath no less.
“Hello, son.” Though his father knew that Caleb had heard his every thought, he still forced a false veneer of courtesy. It was a habit Caleb hadn’t noticed when he was young, but had since remembered with sadness and anger. Not just for himself, but for his mother, who’d had to endure this sorry excuse for a man much longer than Caleb had been forced to.
And now he was back, and more haughty than ever, it seemed.
Judging Caleb, like everyone else, for his uncontrollable abilities.
Ridiculous—Rude—Not even inviting me in—Or responding at all—How is this my son?
“What is wrong with you?” He hadn’t meant to say it. But now that he had, Caleb didn’t regret it.
Caleb’s father scoffed. “You’re the one with those strange, evil powers.”
“What’s happening out there? Caleb?” His mother’s voice stopped him from doing anything stupid, like punching his father.
Still, Caleb’s hands were balled into fists as he turned to face his mom, who was staring out the door with fury in her brown eyes.
Seemingly without seeing his injury, Caleb’s mom marched down the steps and put her hand on her son’s shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

535 words + 800 points for Adventure

-limeade

Daily july 6

I think i had aries

This should be 521 words.

I do not need help. Just because my branch is sinking slowly into the ground and all of my employees are irate that their bonuses are coming after the winter holidays rather than before, does not mean I need any help managing this whatsoever. I keep telling myself this, but the more I let it circulate in my head the less it seems to be true. I am about to start writing a weekly summary when I get a ping on my computer. It’s a call: from corporate. Michael, Neil, Lauren and Lucia await on the video meet. Lauren is the Ceo of the company, Neil manages the money, Michael oversees every individual branch and Lucia supervises the company growth and meets with the shareholders. Working at an office isn’t exactly an interesting or fun job, but if you work a job like any of them, you’ll be content enough with the buckets of money you’re paid. “Hello, Tom,” Lauren speaks first, keeping her emotions unreadable. “Heyyy….,” I wave uncomfortably, trying to smile like everything is under control. “So, Tom, let’s get straight to the point of this meeting,” Lauren says pointedly. “Take it away Neil,” She adds, muting her microphone and folding her hands. Neil smiles equally as uncomfortably, I can tell that he is the kind of guy who doesn’t like talking to people he isn’t friends with. Not a true introvert exactly, but I think you get what I mean. I fidget, I’m worried. Am I getting fired for the branch’s poor performance? It’s not their fault, a calculator business is just dying out considering people can access it from their cell phones or computers. “The team at corporate has noticed the numbers of your branch, and all of the other branches,” Neil starts. I can feel that feeling in your stomach like a drop on a rollercoaster. Is my branch being downsized? It’s all just too much for me. “Your branch, as well as the branches in Pennsylvania and Illinois are facing some dramatic changes in sales and profit. Up to 23 percent, might I add,” Neil continues, wobbling a little bit through his words. “The people who buy our calculators are typically teachers and students, however it is mid may, which means most teachers and students have already bought their calculators for the year and aren’t in need of any more,” Neil says, adjusting his tortoise shell glasses. “Lucia had a phenomenal idea that we wanted to get individual branch agreement on,” Neil says, building up to the key point. “We are thinking about hiring financial supervisors for each branch. They can help you with things like marketing, getting the word out about the company around the community and improving your company feedback to keep long time customers,” Neil says. It’s a relief to me that he’s not firing me. I think I should just gladly take the financial supervisor— though I’m not sure if I need it. It’s been extremely hectic recently at the job and to be completely honest I should accept it. “Yeah! That sounds great, Neil,” I say, washing away my worries.

SophIIsa

~ WEEKLY #1 (for the dystopian cabin) ~
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AHHH!!!! It's the first weekly!!! I can't believe I actually finished this, lol. :P I'm not actually not that used to writing fanfiction, so this is definitely a first. The fandom I chose for the first three parts is Avatar: The Last Airbender. IT'S MY FAVORITE TV SERIES!! The main character that I chose is Katara, who's my favorite character in the series for random reasons. :) Enjoy and #DYSTOPIANFTW!!! <3

Part 1

PART 1 OF PART 1!

Katara's Character Sheet
Series continuing or ended?: Ended (unless you count The Legend Of Korra, the sequel)

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight(?)
Species: human

Strengths: kind, caring, can be emotionally and physically strong, (when she grows up) wise
Weaknesses: a bit TOO caring, sensitive,

General view of life:

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Aang
- friends: Aang, Zuko, Suki, Haru, Toph, Momo, Appa
- family: Sokka (brother,) Hakoda (father,) Kya (mother)

Tendencies:
- often overly sensitive
- gets emotional at the thought of her deceased mother
- often trusts semi-bad guys (as long as they are not in the Fire Nation)
- tended to be very protective of her friends when they were faced with Fire Nation people (especially firebenders) at the beginning of the series

Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- not yet, but would be super sad because she will be reminded of the death of her mother, and she can't afford to lose another person close to her

Romantic struggles:
- romance gets in the way of Team Avatar's journey to destroy the fire lord and Katara's goal of becoming a powerful waterbender, as she states during the episode of the play the Fire Nation put on depicting the group's adventures, so she generally avoids it during the series, but there are scenes of her with Aang and they end up together in the end
- she doesn't really have any romantic struggles because she focuses more on waterbending and Team Avatar's other goals

Helping others:
- helps others a lot, because she is able to heal them
- very caring and compassionate so she is not afraid to heal someone

PART 2 of PART 1!

Scenario choice: “your character has to tend to multiple wounded people, but there are not enough supplies for everyone”
This is the actually perfect scenario because Katara is a powerful healer and it would make sense that she had to help many people that are hurt!

(This is set during a trip to a random island during Team Avatar's journey to Ba Sing Se, where they decide to stop and rest but meet people who live on the island)

“Woah… that's… a lot of people.” Katara whispered when she arrived at a barn-looking hut with no actual doors.
An old man in his 70s with a long beard, who had led her to the shelter, nodded. “All our wounded men and women from the Earth Kingdom. It's from all the fighting.”
“I feel so bad for them. Are there any children here?”
The old man shook his head. “No, no. The Earth Kingdom was able to protect the children from danger. I am glad for that.”
Katara nodded in agreement. “May I…?” She said, gesturing to the people that were laying on flat beds, all groaning in pain.
“Of course. Thank you for what you are doing for us.” He replied, smiling weakly at her.
“My pleasure. It's my job, anyway…” She felt her heart sink at the words. Was it her job? Ever since her experience at the Northern Water Tribe and even before that, she knew she wanted to be fighter, not a healer. Besides, she was suited for it. She was the most powerful waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe… well, not like there were any others to compete against. She was the only waterbender in her tribe. And it was her mission to fight for her tribe. She shook away her thoughts and began examining the room.
The people were laying in cot-looking beds. The Earth Kingdom was running out of material, as the Fire Nation stole most of it. Katara watched sadly as one man yelled because of his pain. She rushed towards an aging woman who accidentally fell out of her bed, helping her up.
“Thank you, young one.” The woman said, tenderly.
“You're welcome,” Katara replied. She noticed that the woman had a wound on her right arm. She immediately set to heal the woman. “What is your name?”
“Yasmin. And you, young one?”
“I'm Katara.” She said as she pressed a glowing water orb on the woman's wound. “I feel so sad for all of the men and women who got hurt to protect the Earth Kingdom.”
Yasmin sighed. “Yes. One man of the Fire Nation fired at me, getting me this wound, so I ended up here. I actually did nothing to help, which I regret, as I was trying to escape.”
“But you still got hurt!” Katara exclaimed. “Am I the only healer here?”
“You are the only waterbending healer, but people that aren't benders will also come to help in a few hours. That's a relief. With so many people here, I don't know how you'd ever be able to help all of them, since I heard that you could only stay for one day.”
Katara was relieved too, even though she was determined to help as many people as she could. Healing was faster than giving medication and wrapping people in bandages!
Suddenly, one man came barging in, with two other men on his heels, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Where's the healer? Where's the healer?” One of them asked frantically.
Katara ran over to them. “It's me.”
The same one calmed down, as well as the other two men, but he still looked very anxious. “We're going to need all the help we can get from you. We don't have enough supplies so the other doctors can only tend to a few people. Healing will soon be the only way.”
Katara nodded. “I will do my best.”
“Thank you.” Another man said. “Look, here comes the doctors.”
Another group of three people came running into the shelter. Two were men, one was a women. They nodded towards Katara without talking, and immediately set off to tend to some wounded men and women.
Katara's mind was racing. How was she going to help this many people? She told herself to believe in herself. After all, Aang, Toph, and Sokka needed it too. As well as Appa and Momo. I can do this, she thought. She needed to set her goals of becoming a fighter aside and stay strong for all of these wounded people. They had fought for their nation. They got hurt from the fighting.
She just needed to do her best to help them and then it would be her turn.

~ (imagine opera singing which i am horrible at) lalalala! 707 words for part 2 of part 1 ~

Part 2

CHARACTER VOICES

(116 words) Katara has a very motherly voice. She often likes to give advice but likes to consider how someone else would feel before talking. She can speak softly if she was trying to comfort someone and mostly raises her voice when she gets angry. When she can't hold it back anymore and is speaking to an outright enemy, she can yell at them. She can be very strong emotionally, but when she thinks about her mother, who died when Katara was very young, her calm state can break down. Whenever she thinks about her mother, she puts a hand to the necklace hanging around her neck, the only thing left of her mother, and she starts crying.

(105 words) Toph is very outgoing. She's brave and confident. She often speaks in an aggressive way, and she only comforts someone if they are very close to her. She has a big ego and is not afraid to show it. She speaks proudly and never lets anyone see her soft side. She often punches or shoves someone to show her affection. Toph also loves calling people names. But she is never really mean or a bully, so people grow to like her eventually. She does have soft spots for some people, like Sokka, and she has her own struggles. But overall, Toph is very strong emotionally.

SCENES FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVES

(P.S. I sort of forgot this scene, it was when they were somewhere (?) and Toph and Sokka were pranking others to earn money, Book 2 or Book 3. So I made some parts up that I think might have happened but maybe didn't for the details, hehe.)

Katara (335 words)
We were stuck. Me and Toph. Behind bars made of metal. Toph was banging on the bars and kicking with all her might, yelling in frustration.
“Toph, you know that's not going to work.” I told her, a bit loudly, in case she couldn't hear me from all her banging.
Her small figure turned to look at me. “Oh, yes it will! I'm the strongest kid, maybe even person, in the world!”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Okay, then. You do you.”
I leaned against the wall, thinking. The purpose of all the metal was so that we couldn't bend our way out. Toph was an earthbender, and I was a waterbender. There wasn't any earth or water anywhere. And I didn't have any water on me. Wait- water on me! If I could just create some water myself…
I thought of tears. No, I couldn't cry my way out. I was horrible at faking tears. And I definitely didn't want to think of any bad experiences.
Then it hit me- sweat! I could make that happen. I started running in place. If I could just get some sweat on my forehead…
“What are you doing, Katara?” Toph asked. She had stopped kicking and punching the bars.
"Making my own sweat.“ I told her, while I kept running. A drop of sweat appeared on my forehead and I immediately waterbended it to cut apart the bars. ”And we're out.“ I smiled at my victory.
Toph pouted. I knew she probably wanted to be the one that got us out. But the whole purpose was just to escape, and anyway, I was the one that thought of the idea to pull a prank. I needed to justify things.
And the good thing was that I found a way to make my own water without water nearby.
I wanted to tell Toph, ”that's why sometimes you should think instead of immediately taking action!" But I didn't because she looked like she was having a bad day already.

Toph (320 words)
We were stuck! Sure, it made sense that Katara, the Sugar Queen, could be locked up behind bars, but me? Toph, the greatest earthbender in the world? How? Because of a prank that we pulled? To be honest, that was Katara's idea.
I only realized what Katara was doing when she started running in place as fast as she could. I thought she was going nuts. We were only in here for, who knows, two minutes!
But I didn't ask if she was going crazy, because of she was crazy, she wouldn't say so. Instead, I asked, “What are you doing, Katara?”
And she replied, "Making my own water.“
My first reaction was ”Yay, Katara is getting us out of here! She's smarter than I thought.“ But then I knew that wasn't the Toph I knew, so my second reaction was ”Great. It's not the wonderful Toph busting us out. It's Sugar Queen Katara.
Katara was sweating from all her running, and she waterbended the sweat to cut apart the bars. How smart.
Katara was also known for having empathy for everyone. Except Fire Nation people, like Prince Zuko. Speaking of him, I wonder why he keeps following us everywhere. It is so annoying even though we, actually I, beat him everytime. Anyway, I was completely different from Katara. She was kind and caring and sweet to everyone except Fire Nation and was kind and caring and sweet to no one. And I'd like it to stay that way. Because I'm amazing as I am: the tough Toph that doesn't care about anyone. Well, maybe that's not exactly true. But I can act like it is. I'll be working to keep my current reputation.
I wish I could've found a way to earthbend my way out here faster than Katara. Maybe I could leave her inside and set off to pull some more pranks. Heh, that's the Toph I know!

~ total: 876/800 words ~

Part 3

Tropes I am using: modern AU, “Let’s Watch Our Show” fic, and Reader Insert! This is actually so exciting to write because this is my first time learning about all this. We don't learn much about it at school. So it was helping getting a clear, straightforward explanation and not having to search about it online. :D Enjoy!

“Guys, I wanna show you something.” You call from the living room to Aang, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Zuko, and Katara. They come in, with Aang leading the group.
“What is it, Y/N?” Aang asks. The rest of the group sits on the long pale yellow couch. You can smell cupcakes burning in the stove from the kitchen, but you decide to ignore it. Zuko, the cook for today's dinner, will have to deal with it later.
You turn on the TV and switch to the Netflix channel. “Look, I just found this new action and adventure TV series called Avatar: The Last Airbender. It sounds really cool, so we should all watch it together. Plus, the main character is called Aang, like you, Aang!” You exclaim.
Most of the group seems interested. But Zuko just leans against the couch and says. “Boooringgg. I like watching comedy more.”
Suki tilts her head. “You do? Huh.”
Zuko puts his hands up in the air. “Hey, don't judge!”
You laugh. “Just watch.” And you press play.
The first episode starts with the intro. “The girl that narrates the intro sounds kinda like me.” Katara pointed out.
You agreed. “How cool!”
But the weirdest thing that occurs is that the boy the girl describes as Aang looks like Aang! Except the boy was bald and Aang wasn't. The boy also had arrows on his head and arms and legs. But the huge eyes looked similar. Aang told you and the rest of the group that being able to control air was interesting.
"It's not that interesting.“ Toph says. ”But it's interesting to see the Aang in the show, who I will also call Twinkletoes, fall flat on his face. That part's funny." You all laughed except for Aang.
Then the scene became a winter setting where two people were in a canoe and crossing icebergs. Then the most confusing thing happened: the two people, who were teenagers, looked exactly like Katara and Sokka. “Are we watching our life on this show? Because Katara can definitely not play with magic water.” Sokka said.
“Hey, you even sound like the other Sokka!” Suki exclaimed, and you all laughed again.
Zuko looked at you, “Y/N, did you make this show? Since you were the one to tell us about this. This is getting suspicious…”
You shook your head. “I didn't. I just found it because someone who calls herself SophIIsa told me about it. But she didn't create the show either.”
“Well, we are going to confront SophIIsa after this. I wonder how old she is.”
“She looks younger than all of us.”
“Okaayy, then.” Zuko tells you, looking slightly confusing and very suspicious.
You were all mostly quiet as you continued to watch the first episode. Zuko was teased by the rest of the group when he realized the Zuko in the show, which was another shock for the group because another character had the same name as you all, was an antagonist. But he was silent when he saw that the Zuko had his same scar. Then he stood up and left the couch. No one went with him, because all of you knew he liked being left alone. You guessed he thought this was some sort of show to mock him and the others. And this was a clue that he wasn't going to like it.
Meanwhile, everyone else was very interested. Suki was angry because she wasn't in the show yet, and you were too. But you were hoping that you would appear in the show too. And you hoped it was not just a coincidence.
Everyone laughed when a flying bison named Appa got snot all over the Sokka in the show. Aang wasn't very embarrassed but quite impressed when the Aang in the show sneezed and flew up ten feet in the air.
But the show really got you wondering. Why was it featuring everyone in the group except for you and Suki? But it was just the first episode. More episodes could be watched soon. But just when you finished the first episode, and you were pressing the TV remote to watch the next one, the TV shut down. So did all the lights in your apartment.
“Oh, not this again!” Toph groaned. You did as well.
“Now we can't watch the second episode!” Sokka whined.
Power outage.

~ total: 728/700 words ~

Part 4

Thank you to all of those who wanted to be featured in this next fanfiction piece! I had a lot of fun writing this. Also, I'm Sophia in the story. :)

Credits to the awesome people of SWC featured in this piece, excluding me (in the order they are mentioned):
Dawn_Camps (Dawn), Rey_venclaw (Soki), yishujia (Lia), cb2jkl (cb2jkl), mossflower29 (Moss), smalltoe (Ava), puppycutest (JoJo), Piper_Camps (Piper), -Iilybell (Izzy), and MysticScratcher101 (Mystic)

Sophia paced around the Dystopian cabin. She decided to go out and talk to some people, since she was finished with her daily. She stepped out to feel the soft, cold air brush against her arms. She sighed with contentment.
First, she walked over to the Adventure cabin, where Dawn, a co-leader for Adventure, was outside, trying to blow on a dandelion. Sophia had known Dawn even before the SWC session started, so for quite a while.
“Hey Dawn!” Sophia waved.
Dawn waved back. “Hi!”
Then the door of the Adventure cabin opened. Soki, the leader, came out, as well as Lia, a camper of Adventure.
“Hi Sophia.” Soki said, and Lia waved, quite shyly.
“Hi.” Sophia replied.
“Need any help with anything? How's SWC going currently for you?” Soki asked.
“Everything's great!” Sophia exclaimed. “Just wanted to go out for some fresh air and talk to people.”
Soki smiled. “Same here. And that's awesome. Just tell me if you need any help.” She walked away to talk to some other campers.
That left Sophia with Dawn and Lia. She turned towards Lia. “Hi Lia!”
“Oh- um- hi!” She replied quietly, but her eyes were welcoming. “I better keep going, though. Gotta go do some art and stuff.” She quickly walked away, sort of disappearing in the shadows.
But her head poked back in. “Also, #zaiappreciation!” And she was back in the shadows. Sophia smiled.
Having failed from blowing the dandelion, Dawn still made a wish: that Adventure would not be the last place on the scoreboard at the end of SWC.
“Huh, smart wish.” Sophia said.
Dawn laughed. “Thanks. Sooo… what do you want to do?”
Sophia looked at her with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want to do-”
“Hi campers!!!” Someone suddenly appeared in front of Dawn and Sophia. "Oh, sorry if I interrupted. I'm cb2jkl from Myth. I'm just so excited for the next daily!“
”Me too!“ A girl with a swishy long cape appeared next to cb2jkl. ”My name is Moss. I'm leading Myth. I'm so excited too! What are you more excited for, cabin wars or word-“
Someone cartwheeled over to cb2jkl and Moss, knocking Moss over during the process.
The girl that cartwheeled giggled. ”Oops. Sorry.“
While Moss was getting up from her sprawled position, the girl waved and exclaimed, ”Hi! I'm Ava! I'm also in Myth! What are we all doing here?“
Dawn shrugged. ”Just chatting.“
Four other participants of SWC came by. Sophia knew them all from the introductions at the beginning of SWC. The first person was JoJo, with curly brown hair, from Fairy Tales, the second was Piper from Script, with light brown hair worn in space buns, the third being Izzy from Thriller, who had noticeably pretty green eyes, and lastly Mystic from Poetry, who had unique silvery eyes. Sophia waved to them.
”Hey Sophia.“ Jojo said. Sophia said hi back.
”Wait, you didn't answer my question.“ Ava told her. ”What are you and Dawn doing?“
”Well, I'm not that sure yet.“ Sophia replied. ”But I have an idea.“ She gathered the group together, having them form a circle, and then whispered, ”Let's go on an adventure.“
”Yay!“ Dawn exclaimed. ”I'm definitely going. I'm in the Adventure cabin!“
”Who else wants to go?“ Sophia asked.
”Me.“ cb2jkl said. ”I'm always up for fun.“
”Me too!“ Moss added.
”I'm not going.“ Ava said, which was sort of shocking because of how excited she had looked before. ”I'd rather go eat some food.“ She walked away, stretching, then her face lit up, and she started doing cartwheels again, knocking over a tall tower made of cardboard boxes on the way.
”Hey!“ Mystic complained. ”I made that.“ She ran over to the boxes, placing one over another and started building the tower again.
”I guess she's the not coming.“ JoJo commented. ”But I am!“
”Alright, that leaves Piper and Izzy.“ Dawn pointed out. Are you guys coming?”
“I'll come!” Piper exclaimed.
“Nah, I'd rather go help Mystic with her tower. It seems pretty fun. See you all later!” Izzy waved and left to talk to Mystic, who was groaning with fury. Her tower had fallen over again.
Sophia stood up from her sitting position. “Okay, let's go!”

“I don't get why we have to crawl on the ground.” Dawn complained. “It's so dirty.”
“It's better to act like animals since there are some wild animals in this forest.” Sophia replied. “Actually, I'm not that sure. I don't do too much research.”
“I've done this before,” Moss commented. “You'll get used to it.”
“People, be quiet for a moment!” JoJo butted in. “Did you hear a wolf howl?”
Sophia was silent. After a few seconds, she heard it. A wolf howling.
“Ahhh!” Piper exclaimed, looking a bit scared. “Let's just go back!”
What cb2jkl said next freaked Sophia out. “Guys, it's the full moon…”
Sophia, Piper, Jojo, and Moss started scampering away, shrieking.
“Chill,” Dawn said. She seemed quite calm. “There's probably not a werewolf. Even if there was, I'm always up for adventure, and we're at SWC, so we're safe.”
“We're not at SWC! We're out of camp!” Piper yelled. “Oh, this is started to remind me of Harry Potter…”
“I'm literally in Fairy Tales!” JoJo added. “I'll believe anything from a werewolf to a creepy witch… and I don't mean Harry Potter… even though there are some creepy witches in Harry Potter like Bellatrix…”
Moss shuddered.
“So,” Sophia said quietly, “What are we doing to do now?”
“Either hope for the best or follow whatever Dawn's doing.” cb2jkl replied.
“Dawn? Dawn!” Sophia whispered frantically, in case the werewolf could hear them. “What are you doing?”
"Finding myself adventure, since you all look like you want to run back to camp.“ Dawn answered from a few feet away.
”Wait-“ But she was cut off by another wolf howl.
”Um, guys?“ cb2jkl was suddenly quiet. All of them turned towards them.

”I think we're lost."

~ total: 995/400 words ~

~ total for ALL PARTS: 3,306/2000 words ~

YASSS I FINISHED!!! I really had a lot of fun with this. #DYSTOPIANFTW!!! <3

- Sophia

-redredrobin-

Word War
192 words

against @opheliio from script, 3 minutes - lost by 12

Once upon a time there was a very nice frog. The frog was very nice but he also was very self centered. He wore a cape because he likes capes. He bought a lot of capes since he was rich, and rich people buy capes! He had always wanted a crown, but unfortunately there weren’t a lot of crowns on the black market. He was super sad that he couldn’t have a crown, because crowns were what rich people wore. His rival, Mr. Toad wore a crown and it signified the ultimate superiority of toads, which the froog was very mad about and wanted to change. Soo having a lack of crown was not very good for him. He went out one day adventuring so that he could find a crown and prove he was better. He went to the grocery store first, but they didn’t give him a crown. They didn’t have any. He next went to the shoe store, but for some reason they didn’t have one either. He could feel his sadness growing. He went to a Burger King hoping to find a crown and finally he got one!

Piper_Camps

Word War // 7/6, @ayid_7345, No prompt, 185 Words:

I snuck through the dark, feeling the weight of the item in my pocket. An item that I wasn’t supposed to have. An item that wasn’t even supposed to exist anymore. All items like it were supposed to have been destroyed over two years ago, however there were still a couple more of them out there, if you knew where to look. And who to talk to at least. And I knew those people and places to talk to and go to. You might be wondering who I am right? Well, my name is Ashlyn. And what am I doing with something that I’m not necessarily supposed to have? Well, the thing that I’m not supposed to have, is a book. Yes. Books. Books are banned in the world where I live, seeing as the government believed that it was going to give people too many dangerous ideas and that people might get ideas about starting a rebellion. Which of course would be a problem to all of the people running my town, they couldn’t have people rising up against them or anything like that.

Cherrie_Tree

Word war 7/6 | 262 words, 5 minutes

LIning up quickly, the geometry students began lining up in age order- except it wasn’t ordinary age. First, they had to multiply the letter in their first name by three, and then divide that by half, then multiply that by two. Then they had to subtract the month, assigned by random order. It had been a hassle, first trying to calculate the numbers. Zura’s name had four letters, which gave 12, then that had to be divided in half, which was 6, and then multiplied by two. She found it absurd hwo it was just the same as multiply first name by three. If she had known, maybe the prompt should have asked to multiply by four, instead. Then, her birthday was in March, so that would subtract three. Nine was her final number. She zoomed through the lines of people,as they began to try to line up. The sixteens scurried at the front, while the twos stood at the left side of the classroom.

The teacher, Mr. KFC, began looking at the students. Looking at his watch, the students took precisely 4 minutes and 20 seconds, with a millisecond timestamp of .74. She didn’t understand (aka zura) why things had to be so precise in math, most likely because she couldn't estimate.

“So,” Mr. KFC began. “Who would like to be my first victim?”

The class froze, not wanting to be called. So he called one of the random stiff students, waiting for an answer. Some people think he expected too much when he began calling people, but others didn’t.

violent-measures

Numbers fascinated me.
One, two, three, four…there were four members in the Robinson family.
One was me.
My father, mother, and sister made up the other three-quarters.
Math class, though, did anything but fascinate me.

The teacher droned on, on, on…on therems I’d learned a year ago in a book from father’s library.
Or on ridiculously complicated “real-world” problems she seemed to need to drill into my skull with her monotone voice.
“And if we take the square root of the exponent…”
Well, that was obvious.
No one else much liked math class either.
Kaya was shooting me meaningful glances across the classroom, but I was studying the dust drifting in the thick strands of light from the windows.

Tap. Tap. Tap. My pencil clicked against my paper. No notes had been taken thus far. Not today, or in the history of my math class experience.

I didn’t need them. I still got an A, most of the time.
My parents didn’t much care what grades I got, most of the time.
Neither did I, most of the time.

Kaya always groaned when she got back her math homework.

Not me.
Most of the time.

One, two, three, four…forty minutes left until school was over.

Well, that would be manageable, surely.
Social studies wasn’t as much of a snooze-fest as math, but it didn’t give me much time to think most of the time, either.

SophIIsa

~ 6.6.22 : word war with @theniqhtsfall ~
click/tap to go back to page 1 of scroll

There's a house on Merriline Hill that is haunted. Well, other people say it is, anyway. It has ghosts and zombies and multiple Frankinsteins that can jump out at you at any moment. Guess which family lives there? My family. We're the Carpentine family and we live in the house people call “haunted.” My name's Lily and I'm currently fourteen years old. Which is old enough to leave this house. Why am I not leaving this house, then? Because it has a secret. And I can't exactly tell you. Unless… you'll tell the others. The spies. The people who want to know what our secret is. Because our house is different from any other house. There's one of the houses like ours in every continent. In North America, the Carpentines own our haunted house. In South America, the Listedos own their own haunted house. And so on for every continent except for Antarctica. The penguins own their own haunted house there that are igloos but we have exiled them so basically they don't belong in our organization anymore. Every month, we meet up at a secret place and then-

It stops there. :)

~ 189 words ~

Last edited by SophIIsa (July 7, 2022 01:03:41)

-redredrobin-

Word War
214 words

against @23BraveHeart from real-fi, 3 minutes - won by 11

Once upon a time there was a pie. It was a very tasty pie. One of the best, in fact. There were very few better pies. But it was a very special pie. It had really good flavor. The baker was so proud of it and displayed it in the window. Everyone was very excited to go to the bakery and taste the pie. They all went and the baker earned lots of money! But there was only one pie and that was a problem. If there was only one pie and so many people how could they share it? He could never make another pie so perfect and tasty. He had to figure out a way to make sure everyone got pie. He decided to use magic to make the pie big. But first he needed to learn magic or find someone who could do it. He went to the town magician, who mostly did card tricks, but also dabbled into making food grow to absurd sizes. The magician was happy to help, but had a pricey fee. The baker was able to feed all of his customers easily! But all of the proceeds went to the magician. The very tasty pie made him absolutely no profit. He was very sad about that.

Last edited by -redredrobin- (July 7, 2022 01:00:19)

hamilchaos

☰ Cami's Mountain Tour ◭
▪ Date: July 7th
▪ Total word count: 110 words

◭ Word War #1 ☰
▪ Back to table of contents
▪ Lost against @b10_hAzard- :'] 110 vs 131 words
I lay down in my bed. It is such a beautiful night, why am I not enjoying it? Well, I guess it was because of what happened today. I need a break. How many weeks are left for winter break? I walk to my desk, where I have my calendar. “Two weeks” I mumble, sadness involving me. How am I going to survive this? Mom and dad are out of town for the rest of the week, so I’m all alone. Except for Matt, but he’s only fourteen, two years older than me. I lay down again, watching the ceiling lamp. Why am I the objective of everything? Not fair.

Last edited by hamilchaos (July 7, 2022 01:33:00)

SophIIsa

~ 6.6.22 : word war with @inkycloud ~
click/tap to go back to page 1 of scroll

Hello. If you're reading this, you shouldn't be. This paper is kept in the most secretive library in the world, the Shadow Library. So if you're here, you shouldn't be. Hm, then why am I writing this? I don't know. This paper is dedicated to one person and one person only. Excluding me. If you're the person I dedicated this to, excuse what I wrote before and just read what I am about to say next.

Hi there! I am the world's greatest inventor and I love writing. Welcome to my library. Yes, the Shadow Library is my library. I'll be able to answer the questions you probably have right now. So go ahead and ask!

~ 116 words ~

hamilchaos

☰ Cami's Mountain Tour ◭
▪ Date: July 7th
▪ Total word count: 158 words

◭ Word War #2 ☰
▪ Back to table of contents
▪ Lost against @--kitti-kat-- heh :> 158 vs 226 words
I sat rigidly on my chair. It wasn’t a good day to arrive late, and I’m glad I didn’t. Mrs. Gomez was not having a good day, that was obvious. She started teaching the lesson reluctantly, as she always did. The look on her face expressed ‘I’d rather be on the moon than teaching this class.’ However, she was technically obliged to. For some reason, even though she seemed so unhappy, she had never resigned. We had seen her in school day after day. I felt like it wasn’t the class who made her unhappy - it was another part of her life. Of course, she never told us anything, so I couldn’t prove myself right or wrong. She didn’t seem to accept any help, either.
Cindy arrived late. Her face showed how nervous she was. But Mrs. Gomez didn’t even notice. She was facing the chalkboard, writing some exercises for us to solve. Cindy hurriedly approximated her desk.

Dawn_Camps

Word War #1

Against: @PrettyCodeGirl
Word Count: 190
Won or Lost: Lost

“Arghhh!” I shriek as my ‘invention’ falls apart once again.
“Lucia?” I hear my mom call up the stairs. “Is everything alright?”
“Fine, Mama!” I sigh. “I might go visit Rodrigo for a bit.”
“Ok, just be back for dinner! We're having tamales!”
I grab my jacket outside and slip on my running shoes. Then, since I don't want to face my mom, pry open my window and look out. Placing my foot on the window sill I take a deep breath and leap. Grabbing hold of the tree branch I swing myself up onto the branch. Then I slither down the trunk as I have so many times before.
I grab my bike from where it's leaning. Pedalling as hard as I can, I reach Rodrigo's house in record time. “Rodrigo!!” I call and pound on his window. Unlike my room, his bedroom is in the basement, not the second floor. That makes escaping much easier for him.
He yanks open the window. “Lucia! What are you doing here?”
“I needed to-” I stop and pinch my nose. “Ew, what is that smell!?”
“Oh, I was doing another experiment.”

Last edited by Dawn_Camps (July 7, 2022 21:06:33)

mossflower29

Weekly for Myth! Let me know if you are part of any of these fandoms :0

Part 1:

(216 words)
Character reference sheet for Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl (from the Marvel comics and graphic novel(s?))
Series continuing or ended?: Unsure! I think ended.

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: canonically straight I think
Species: that's a very good question. I think she was a mutant

Strengths: smart, loyal, funny, doesn't take herself too seriously, talkative
Weaknesses: impulsive, tries to compromise when that's not really possible

General view of life: Optimistic! She wants to do the best she can to save the world

Relationships:
- friends: Nancy Whitehead, Ken XXX, Tomas XXX, IRON MAN
- family: Dorian Green (father), Maureen Green (mother), Allene Green (clone)

Tendencies:
- Tends to try to find compromises, even when compromise is really not a good option
-Tends to see the good side of everything, complete with many puns

Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- Tends to feel very emotional.
- Probably would want to talk about her feelings
- Outcome is usually finding strength and happiness in the rest of her friends <3

Romantic struggles:
- Despite being very very friendly and open, she is so far unable to find a romantic partner who is not a villain.

-Outcome is focusing more on her friends!

Helping others:
- Her favoritest thing omg :0
- She feels invigorated and happy!
- Outcome is almost always her feeling better and more energized!

403 words. I'm really proud of this, I was working really hard on trying to get the character voices right! The formatting for the messaging parts is modeled after the first page of the issues :)

Nancy W @sewwiththeflo
Hey @unbeatablesg! Want to help out with my Cat Thor fanfic?

—— Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo omg yess!! cat thor is the BEST thing to happen to superhero culture!

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo since kangaroo. the all-time best villain.

Tony Stark @starkmantony
@unbeatablesg Squirrel Girl, mutant animals are invading the city! I wouldn't normally bother you this late, but the Avengers need your help.

—— Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@starkmantony AHH IS THERE A KANGAROO??

Tony Stark @starkmantony
@unbeatablesg Yes.

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@starkmantony is it THE KANGAROO though? the dude with the cool mechanical tail?

Tony Stark @starkmantony
@unbeatablesg Yup.

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@starkmantony AHH YESS

Doreen leans back in her chair, tail curling into a tight knot as she considers.
On one hand, hanging out with Nancy would be amazing and epic as usual. But on the other paw, KANGAROO? THE MOST ICONIC OF ALL THE UNIVERSE'S VILLAINS? She got to talk to her friend all the time, but this? This just might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity….

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo hey so do you want to come fight crime with me?

—— Nancy W. @sewwiththeflo
@unbeatablesg Now? What about writing? Mew misses you.

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo so

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo kangaroo all time best villain is possibly here!

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo anddd Tony wants help to fight him

Nancy W. @sewwiththeflo
@unbeatablesg Have fun

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo ahh but i kinda want to stay heree

Nancy W. @sewwiththeflo
@unbeatablesg No, you're a superhero! Go do superhero things!

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo sometimes superheroing means staying home with your friend tho??

Squirrel Girl! @unbeatablesg
@sewwiththeflo …fineee ig i'll just go fight the best villain ever

10 minutes later…

The window in Nancy's dorm room crashes open, and she jumps. Wind howls through it, penetrated by the unusual noises of animals roaring and screeching, as well as the much more familiar sound of Iron Man's hand lasers.
“HEYY!” a voice sounds from behind the couch, and suddenly Nancy is enveloped in a fluffy blob of brown.
“Doreen?” she chokes out, pushing a handful of fuzz out of her mouth to reveal the face of her friend.
“Nancy! The Avengers seem to have everything handled, so I thought I'd come back here!”
“They have everything handled…” Nancy casts a nervous eye to the still-open window, through which sound firework-like crashes and cartoonish springing sounds. “You know what? I'll take it.”

Part 2!

102 words for the first, 100 for the second

Tam from the Mooncakes graphic novel
After years spent alone, Tam is pretty distrusting of everyone except Nova. They use shorter, clipped sentences and tend to fold in on themselves when talking to people they don't know. They tend to keep their emotions concealed, rarely sharing anything with people. They're very brave though, and won't hesitate to push through their fears when fighting.
(A bit of a headcanon) They have always felt braver in their wolf form, and spent most of their time in the forest transformed. After turning back into a human, they started to feel much more insecure with themself.

Nova (also from Mooncakes)
Nova is very caring and curious. She's much more open than Tam, always happy to help customers out and show people around. She feels her emotions very strongly and is pretty open with her feelings. As well as this, she is good at sensing others' emotions from years of practicing nonverbal magic. She's very motivated and headstrong (in a nice way, she doesn't come across as selfish or mean). She is friendly and loves joking around with her friends and family. She loves animals and is as good at befriending them as she is with people.

Scenarios!
319 from the first, 319 from the second!

Nova
The bell tinkled, and I looked up, setting my book down and standing up. I rush to the front counter before the customer makes their way past the stacks of magic books teetering in front of the door.
As they come within sight, a smile appears on my face. Someone who's never come into the store before!
“Hey there!” I say, smoothing my dress as I lean over the counter.
Though I long to ask about their magic, if they have powers like my family and Tam's, I have to stick to the script. “Is there anything you're looking for today?”
They nod. “Yes, actually.” They look around, eyes brushing the shelves. “I'm looking for some of your more… rare volumes.”
They speak in a clipped voice, holding themself as if above me.
However, I am determined to help them as best I can. “The…magical ones?”
They nod, wire-framed glasses slipping slightly down their nose. “Where do you keep them?”
“Right this way,” I say, leaving the counter and walking towards the basement. I swing the door open, ushering for the customer to go ahead of me.
Their high-heeled shoes click against the steps as they descend, and I follow behind, door thumping shut behind us.
“So,” I start in my most cheerful voice, trying to make conversation, “what exactly are you here for.”
“Just looking,” they say, but I can tell in their voice they're hiding something.
“Hmm, I hope you'll find something,” is all I say, though I watch her a lot more closely.
She reaches the bottom of the steps, barely taking a moment to marvel at the stock of spell books.
“Do you… come to places like this often?”
She swings her head rapidly towards me. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh! I always love visiting new stores, so it's always great to hear about places in other towns.”
She nods, but doesn't answer.

Tam
I carefully step into the stream, gentle waves rocking around my paw as the current surrounds me. The sky has darkened from blue to purple to black, and I have at last made my way out of the cave for the night.
The water is clear tonight, and I notice the flickers of little tadpoles swimming through it.
Not caring about the cold, I step in deeper, fur swirling out around me like Nova's aunt's capes that we used to dress up in.
I close my eyes for a moment, let the frigidness of the water take over. Before I can think too hard about the past, though, I step out, shaking off the droplets and licking my paw to rid it of the last flecks of gravel that trapped themselves between the pads.
Fur restored to a pure white, I turn towards the clearing.
I trot through the woods, sharp eyes flickering from side to side. At this time of night, every errant branch, every slash of shadow across the ground looks like a human.
Finally, though, I make it to the clearing. My hackles lower, tail curling upwards and body finally letting out some of its tenseness.
I walk in.
Instantly, creatures swarm me, their huge eyes blinking innocently up to me like Nova's did so many months ago. I can't help but smile, tongue falling out of my mouth in happiness.
A little guy, his back crowded with brown mushrooms, steps up, his gelatinous body shaking with glee. I lower my nose to him, and he runs at me.
I don't back away; I know their games by now.
With a sproingg, he hits my nose, then skids backwards across the ground. His friends decide to join in the fun, hordes of them running at me.
I sigh, laying on a bed of leaves and closing my eyes, peaceful for the first time since nightfall.

Part 3! Enjoy my first attempt at writing romance, featuring Ballister and Ambrosius from Nimona and A Million Dreams from TGS :D

I used high school AU, friends to lovers, songfic, modern AU, fluff fiction (I think?), and backstory fic. Total word count was 710!

I close my eyes and I can see
The world that's waiting up for me
That I call my own.

My feet crunch through the curling orange leaves as I approach the school. A metal gate, the ominous words “The Institution” written across the arch in a tall, thin script, is the sole entrance.
Gripping my backpack strap more tightly, I head towards ir.
I had wanted to come here, after all. Anything to get away from my family.
I take a deep breath and pass through the gates. Somehow I know that this moment will mark the beginning of a new world for me.

Through the dark, through the door,
Through where no one's been before
But it feels like home…

It's the morning of my second day.
Backpack fully stocked with books and plenty of paper, I start out into the halls, keeping my head down to avoid the stares of people who had been here for years, who I've already learned aren't welcoming to newcomers.
My head jerks upwards when I hear a whimper from the corner. It's a younger boy, back pressed to the wall. He holds his hands protectively in front his face as two older kids loom above him.
I gulp, walk towards them. I open my mouth, but it takes a painfully long time for the words to emerge. “H-hey! What are you doing?”
They turn on me. The leader, a heavily built kid with a mean smirk, takes a step in my direction, and I back away.
I look up at him, then gesture to the kid. Together, we turn, racing away through the halls.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy,
They can say, they can say I've lost my mind,
I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy,
We can live in a world that we design.

We twist and turn through the corridors, finally arriving at a dead end. However, we seem to have lost them. I stop, placing my hands on my knees and trying to catch my breath.
The other boy smiles at me, bright blue eyes crinkling in the corners. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” I say, trying to put on a brave facade. I hesitate for a moment before asking, “What's your name?”
“I'm Ambrosius,” he replies. “It makes sense you don't know me. I'm pretty new here, this is my first year.”
“I'm Ballister,” I say with a small smile. “And…I'm new too. I don't really know anyone here yet, but I think I'd like to know you.”

'Cause every night I lie in bed,
The brightest colours fill my head,
A million dreams are keeping me awake.

It's the night of Christmas Eve, two months after we met.
I close my window gently, dropping to the cool ground below. Luckily, there's no snow or rain—nothing to track through the school grounds—just flat concrete. I creep across the side of the building, counting out seven windows before daring to stand fully up.
Clutching the gift in one hand, I undo the window latch with the other. I heave my thin body through it, landing unceremoniously, but, more importantly, quietly inside Ambrosious's room.
I sneak to his closet, pulling out a single sock. Placing the toy gently inside, I gently whisper a goodbye. The soldier was one of the few personal items I had brought to the Institution, but seeing the surprise on my friend's face will be worth it.
I climb back out, the cold night air a shock after the surprising warmth of his room, and walk back to my room, climbing into bed for a fitful night of sleep.

I think of what the world could be,
A vision of the one I see

The next morning at dawn, the earliest time we're allowed to go into the halls, I race to Ambrosius's room. I open the door quietly, knowing that he's probably still asleep. A late riser, he never gets up before he absolutely has to on school days and has been known to sleep past ten on weekends.
I settle to lean against the side of his bed, eyes flickering closed more easily than they ever did at home.

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

I awake to Ambrosius smiling down at me.
“Was this you?” he asks, holding out the still stuffed sock to me.
I blink slowly, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. “…me? No!”
“If you say so,” he laughs, sliding down to sit next to me.
I smile at the sound, tempted to rest my tired head on his shoulder. “Well, are you going to open it?”
He obliges, untying the top of the sock and slipping the toy out. “Ballister…”
I turn to him, trying my best to look cheerful. “We could play with him together.”
“Where's yours?” he asks, tilting his head to me.
“Oh,” I blink innocently. “I must have lost it.”

Oh, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make.

Andd on to part 4!! Wrote this for part of Myth's in-cabin challenge, then realized it actually counted for the weekly!! I'm proud to present… Myth: The Musical! Also, according to the workshop on tropes, this is a crack fic :D Fun!
497 words!

MOSS: Welcome to the first ever performance of Myth: The Musical! This-

QUETZALCOATL: WHO ISSS THISSS?

TIGER (deception): She's Moss! Leader of the…

JAY (deception): Traveling show!

QUETZALCOATL: Hmmmm…

MOSS: Anyway, we're here to perform for you, Quetzalcoatl! Hope you enjoy the show!

***

BADOWIE: *singing?* We found each other one nightttt,

NIGHTS: *also singing* Not many NiGhTs agooo

BADOWIE: *still singing* We joined forces toooo fighttt

NIGHTS: *singing some more* Some scary monsters sooo…

BADOWIE: *stilll singing* We've been traveling the maze,

NIGHTS: *guess what? singing!* Trying to find our way,

BADOWIE: *cheerfully singing* Before we get completely crazed!

GRETA: *gravely singing* Before we fade away…

SEE: *suddenly appears behind them, talking from now on* And we call ourselves The Mythians!

EVERYONE: The Mythians?

ROBIN: *flashing a thumbs up* I came up with that name!

SEE: *happily* The Mythians!

MOSS *walking in as she talks* Mythians, assemble!

EVERYONE: *crowds in front of Moss*

MOSS: We've got a task for you all today!

RE: We know our group is new, just formed yesterday!

ROBIN: A task! Yay!

MOSS: We're going to the Celtic Sector!

EVERYONE: *echoing nervously* The Celtic Sector?

RE: We have a tree to assemble!

ZAI: *talking very fast to Quetzalcoatl* So this tree is the Tree of the Heavens and it's got eleven (or less) pieces scattered around this heavenly worldly compression. To make a good impression we gotta gather the pieces, point out the god's misdeeds, and separate the streets before we proceed to fade away and not succeed!

MOSS, ROBIN and RE: *pointing to Zai* What he said!

AYID: *back to singing* And off we went to find the Celtic,

JAY: We found some scary people and dealt some justice that was so poetic

TIGER: That they became some sad ol' relics!

ECHO: To put it simply, we won!

JACKIE: But—we weren't done!

AURORA: *very serious, no longer singing* We found the Dagda, invaded his house and dove into his porridge. Before he returned, we had escaped with our first piece of the Tree of the Heavens.

AURORA: *singing again* But this time…

SEE: This timeee…

TIGER: This timeeee…

ECHO: This timeeeeeeee!

JAY: *very matter-of-fact, back to talking* We'd like your consent.

ECHO: And so the team, holding their dream of separating the multiversal stream, deemed it safe to move on to the next sector.

SEE: They got trapped in a river, a riveting adventure, no time to dither as they freed Moss (and Robin and Re along with her.) Wasting no time, they began the climb, and I'm proud to tell you that we made it in time. You were right here, and with nothing to fear, we jumped right out, some songs appeared, and they floated right over to your lil' snakey ears.

MOSS: And all this is to say…

RE: We can only pray…

ROBIN: That you want to save the day…

GRETA: So could you maybe?

JAY: Possibly?

JACKIE: Hopefully?

MOSS: Give us your piece of the tree?

The end! *bows and runs away*

Vc555

Vi’s Jul 7th MC Daily
Horoscopes

My sign: Cancer
Advice: “Don’t automatically assume that you can work out all your problems by yourself, Cancer. Just the act of talking things over with others can help shed light on a situation that was baffling you earlier. Enlist the help of other in areas where you need help. Don’t be ashamed to ask for assistance. We all have problems and issues to deal with. You aren’t alone.” Tysm for the amazing advice <33 XD
Note: This DEFINIETLY isn’t my best piece, in fact might be one of my worst. I started on it strong but as I progressed I found myself losing interest, but I tried my best XD
/…/ = italics

————— ————————————
You remember the sneering expressions plastered on their faces. And their loud laughter. All of which just happened a minute ago. They’re still laughing at you’re story, but this time you’re not laughing with them. You’ve been wondering, are they really laughing with you? Or are they laughing..AT you? 
As you get lost in these thoughts, the sound your friends’ non-stop snickers start to fade, and you start to think with dismay if they’re about YOU. Usually, you just wouldn’t care, but… Arii just can’t stop doubting her “friendship” with these people. Does she belong here? She felt so self conscious in this group, and she didn’t particularly “admire” the way her friends treated other people. Are these girls really Arii’s friends? 
Arii shook her head, trying to shake away the gloomy thoughts clouding her mind like a thunderstorm. These MUST be friends. They let her sit and play with them, and they laughed at her jokes.. and that’s what friends are supposed to do, right? They HAD to be. Anyways, she didn’t have anyone else to lean onto.  
But you can’t lean onto a friendship that’s unstable, ranted her inner self. But Arii pushed it back down to where it came from, deep inside her. 
She finally snapped back to reality when the teacher on lunch duty blew her whistle for playtime release, and every hand around her shot up, with everybody in a rush to get to their handball and tennis courts and whatnot. Arii looked up from her empty lunchbox and caught the eye of the group leader, Wren. Instead of a smile, Wren glared back at her. Arii was used to that though. Wren’s typical greeting would be a furious stare into your soul to pretty much anyone who makes eye contact with her. But Arii decided to take a risk and suggest a game to play for this recess before the teacher walked over and released them for playtime.
“H-hey guys,” she stammered. “Can we m-maybe play red rover for once today? I really like it, and-“ “No one cares what you like, Arii.” Wren whispered sweetly across the circle to her, and then sat up straight and boomed louder so that everybody in the group could hear. “Anyway, we’ve already decided what game we’re gonna play. And if you don’t like it, you can sit here and cry about it.”  
Quiet sniggers arose from everybody in the group again. “Oh, o-okay.” Arii’s cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and sadness. But it was ok. No one knew about how badly treated she was by Wren and her followers, and no one had to know.. Arii would just suck it up and go on. There was no need to ask for help. /Right? I can figure it out myself. Anyway, asking for help is irresponsible and.. babyish./ 
But Arii felt so trapped.  The tears she pushed away came out now. Why was everyone like this to her? 
The blur of a teacher came over and nodded to the group, and Arii watched - who thought who were her friends, - run off into the distance, squealing and gossiping, maybe about her.
She was glued to the cold stone floor beneath her, until she finally built up the strength to get up, and ran to the girls bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and weeped silently. Here, no one could see her or judge her or ask her questions.  Arii wiped the rp tears away from her eyes, and unlocked the stall lock. She walked out to face the mirror, examined her face closely, and then turned the small, squeaky tap over the sink clockwise. She cupped her hands and put it under the fast flow of water gushing from the tap and splashed the handful of it on her face.  
Arii turned the tap off and looked at the mirror again, wiping her face to make sure that she looked fine. No one could know she was crying. She didn’t want a million people coming up to her to ask if she was ‘ok’ or ‘needed a teacher’. 
/I don’t need anyone,/ Arii told herself fiercely. /I’m okay on my own./ 
She took a deep breath and walked calmly out of the girls bathroom, trying to force a smile on her face, and surveyed the eating shelter. It was still crowded with people, some playing cards, other people cracking jokes or telling stories. Everyone looked like they were having a good time. Arii, unenergised and lonely, looked on at the children in genuine determination and concluded,
  /If friends aren’t gonna come to me, I’ll bring myself to them./  
  

Vc555

Vc555 wrote:
Vi’s Jul 7th MC Daily
Horoscopes

My sign: Cancer
Advice: “Don’t automatically assume that you can work out all your problems by yourself, Cancer. Just the act of talking things over with others can help shed light on a situation that was baffling you earlier. Enlist the help of other in areas where you need help. Don’t be ashamed to ask for assistance. We all have problems and issues to deal with. You aren’t alone.” Tysm for the amazing advice <33 XD
Note: This DEFINIETLY isn’t my best piece, in fact might be one of my worst. I started on it strong but as I progressed I found myself losing interest, but I tried my best XD
/…/ = italics

————— ————————————
You remember the sneering expressions plastered on their faces. And their loud laughter. All of which just happened a minute ago. They’re still laughing at you’re story, but this time you’re not laughing with them. You’ve been wondering, are they really laughing with you? Or are they laughing..AT you? 
As you get lost in these thoughts, the sound your friends’ non-stop snickers start to fade, and you start to think with dismay if they’re about YOU. Usually, you just wouldn’t care, but… Arii just can’t stop doubting her “friendship” with these people. Does she belong here? She felt so self conscious in this group, and she didn’t particularly “admire” the way her friends treated other people. Are these girls really Arii’s friends? 
Arii shook her head, trying to shake away the gloomy thoughts clouding her mind like a thunderstorm. These MUST be friends. They let her sit and play with them, and they laughed at her jokes.. and that’s what friends are supposed to do, right? They HAD to be. Anyways, she didn’t have anyone else to lean onto.  
But you can’t lean onto a friendship that’s unstable, ranted her inner self. But Arii pushed it back down to where it came from, deep inside her. 
She finally snapped back to reality when the teacher on lunch duty blew her whistle for playtime release, and every hand around her shot up, with everybody in a rush to get to their handball and tennis courts and whatnot. Arii looked up from her empty lunchbox and caught the eye of the group leader, Wren. Instead of a smile, Wren glared back at her. Arii was used to that though. Wren’s typical greeting would be a furious stare into your soul to pretty much anyone who makes eye contact with her. But Arii decided to take a risk and suggest a game to play for this recess before the teacher walked over and released them for playtime.
“H-hey guys,” she stammered. “Can we m-maybe play red rover for once today? I really like it, and-“ “No one cares what you like, Arii.” Wren whispered sweetly across the circle to her, and then sat up straight and boomed louder so that everybody in the group could hear. “Anyway, we’ve already decided what game we’re gonna play. And if you don’t like it, you can sit here and cry about it.”  
Quiet sniggers arose from everybody in the group again. “Oh, o-okay.” Arii’s cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and sadness. But it was ok. No one knew about how badly treated she was by Wren and her followers, and no one had to know.. Arii would just suck it up and go on. There was no need to ask for help. /Right? I can figure it out myself. Anyway, asking for help is irresponsible and.. babyish./ 
But Arii felt so trapped.  The tears she pushed away came out now. Why was everyone like this to her? 
The blur of a teacher came over and nodded to the group, and Arii watched - who thought who were her friends, - run off into the distance, squealing and gossiping, maybe about her.
She was glued to the cold stone floor beneath her, until she finally built up the strength to get up, and ran to the girls bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and weeped silently. Here, no one could see her or judge her or ask her questions.  Arii wiped the rp tears away from her eyes, and unlocked the stall lock. She walked out to face the mirror, examined her face closely, and then turned the small, squeaky tap over the sink clockwise. She cupped her hands and put it under the fast flow of water gushing from the tap and splashed the handful of it on her face.  
Arii turned the tap off and looked at the mirror again, wiping her face to make sure that she looked fine. No one could know she was crying. She didn’t want a million people coming up to her to ask if she was ‘ok’ or ‘needed a teacher’. 
/I don’t need anyone,/ Arii told herself fiercely. /I’m okay on my own./ 
She took a deep breath and walked calmly out of the girls bathroom, trying to force a smile on her face, and surveyed the eating shelter. It was still crowded with people, some playing cards, other people cracking jokes or telling stories. Everyone looked like they were having a good time. Arii, unenergised and lonely, looked on at the children in genuine determination and concluded,
  /If friends aren’t gonna come to me, I’ll bring myself to them./  
  

SORRY MEANT 6TH AAA

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