daily for the fourth!

i used a scene from nimona (the graphic novel not the movie–though i'm very excited to see it!), a twist about cats being giant and people riding on them, and another twist that i think was something about talking animals xD

The sky was clear, the fair was buzzing with activity, and Nimona was a cat.
“I really don't think this is going to fool anyone,” Blackheart grumbled, tugging at the rather unpleasant fake beard attachee to his chin.
“Well, it won't if you keep messing with it!” Nimona hissed.
"I wasn't talking about my disguise.“ Blackheart eyed the creature beneath him.
Nimona had decided, for what reason Blackheart had no idea, that the best possible disguise would be a cat. And not just any cat—she was huge, big enough for Blackheart to ride on (which she insisted that he do), fluffy, and her usual color of gaudy pinkish red.
Blackheart couldn't see how she expected this to work.
He squinted farther into the fair, dragging his eyes away from the booths filled with miniature warring robots, carnivorous plants big enough to devour his head in a single bite, and creatures with frightening amounts of eyes. The path through the center of the fair was filled with others riding atop giant cats. Sure, the creatures existed around town, but Blackheart wouldn't have expected the Science Expo to be the biggest congregation of them he'd seen.
”I scouted the place out earlier,“ Nimona said, shrugging (which was rather uncomfortable, her shoulder blades dug into Blackheart's legs). ”I told you this'd work out.“
While none of the other cats were quite as majestically large as Nimona, her color certainly didn't stand out—others were dyed bright greens, purples, and yellows, and some
She sniffed, nose twitching with pleasure as she noticed the stand selling churros.
”Nimona, cats can't eat—“
”My name's Gregor,“ she interrupted. ”Clearly I'm the only one taking this disguise thing seriously.“
Blackheart sighed—he considered trying to steer Nimona away from the red striped awning she was heading for, but decided it would be useless.
”One churro, please.“ He reached down from his perch atop the cat to lay a coin on the table.
He smiled at the woman as she wrapped the sweet-smelling stick in a napkin. She held the churro out to him, but before he could grab it, Nimona bit it out of the woman's hand.
The woman gasped.
”Oh—um—she'll be fine,“ Blackheart reassured her. ”She eats stuff she shouldn't all the time.“
”I do not," Nimona said through a massive mouthful of sugar.
The woman didn't react—apparently it wasn't unheard of for cats at the expo to talk either.

Daily 4

Fandom: Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
Twists:
1. the main character’s fingernails are composed of plastic sporks for the entire story (@wilde-gray)
2. one of the characters begins bursting into the chorus of your favourite song in the middle of the story, then seems to not remember when questioned about it (@zparkly)


“What are those?”
“I don’t know. Sporks.” Yellow Guy looked down at his fingernails in mild confusion. They now appeared to be plastic sporks, sticking out in random directions and drooping limply downwards.
Duck stared in outright horror. “Get them off!”
“Did you tape sporks to your fingers again?” Red Guy asked, flatly, not even bothering to look up.
“No!” Yellow Guy protested.
He looked down at his hands again. “How am I gonna eat with these?”
Meanwhile, Duck had pulled out the cutlery draw only to find it filled with fingernails. “How am I going to eat with these?” He squawked in indignation.
“Look, just take them off his fingers,” Red Guy said, his voice a monotone as always. “We can eat with those sporks.”
“But then I’ll have no fingernails!” Yellow Guy cried out.
“I don’t care about your fingernails!” Duck snapped, lunging towards his friend's hands and tugging at the sporks attached to them.
“That hurts!” Yellow Guy howled.
“I don’t care!” Duck screeched back. “I want the sporks!”
“But they’re my fingernails!”
Red Guy watched, impassively, muttering “this is really boring” under his breath–
“OK, STOP!”
The three friends froze in place, Duck halfway through trying to cut a spork off Duck’s finger with nail clippers.
“Did you see what just happened there? Me too! And I’d like you to ask yourself - was that the right way to treat someone? Or was it actually really hurtful and-”
“Who is that?” Duck shrieked, suddenly forgetting all about the sporks and fingernails.
“What is that?” Yellow Guy looked at the giant worm who had suddenly appeared in their kitchen with mild confusion; Duck stared in outright horror. Even Red Guy looked disgusted.
“I’m Warren the Eagle!” The worm said, grinning. “Qualified friendship-”
Yellow Guy suddenly burst into song, his sporks waving in the air and nearly taking out Duck’s eye. “What’s your favourite idea? Mine is being creative-”
“No, not again…” Red Guy groaned. “Shut up.”
Duck joined in, turning his attention away from Warren. “Shut up! No-one likes that song!”
“I like that song!” Yellow Guy protested.
Duck interrupted him. “Sing something better. Sing something about me.”
“OK, stop, that’s not nice language, that’s no way to treat your friends!” Warren squeaked over Duck.
But no-one was listening to Warren anymore, as Yellow Guy was singing again.
“CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIIIIGHT, WE’RE DANCING ‘ROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT, DOWN THE STAIRS, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALLLLL TOOOOO WELLLLLLLL,”
He abruptly cut off.
Duck took his hands away from his ears.“That was horrible.”
“I actually quite liked it,” Red Guy said, quietly.
“Quite liked what?”
The two friends turned to Yellow Guy, confused. He looked back at them, just as confused.
“The song you just sang!” Duck explained, slowly.
“What song?”
“The one about remembering it all too well,” Red Guy supplied.
“But I didn’t sing anything at all.”
“Yes you did!” Duck argued.
“But I don’t remember it.”
“No, you’re supposed to remember it all too well! That’s what the song said!”
“Stupid, stupid brain!”
“I’M DEALING WITH IT-”
“OK, STOP!”
A familiar, insufferable voice cut in. “Did you see what just-”
Duck turned around, ignoring Warren completely. “None of this is right, anyway. There’s supposed to be a worm.”
“There is a worm.” Red Guy gestured at Warren.
“No, a worm in his brain!” Duck said, pointing at Yellow Guy.
“How’d he get a worm in his brain?”
“Stay away from my brain!” Yellow Guy brandished his sporks at Warren.
“I’m an eagle!”


so um yeah this was a mess

Name: Ava
Cabin: Lyric
Word count- 463/400
Topic: take two bizarre ideas from the chat and combine them with fan fiction.
Content: July 4th Daily

LET'S GET IT

My claims-
@xXFierroOrFalafelXx - every time you get a bug-bite it turns into a tiny face that whispers bad advice to you until it heals
@amelie-writes - the love interest is the antagonist

My paragraph is from a book on w@ttpad. It's actually my own writing.

I quickly covered my forearm with a sleeve as I got onto the bus. Not scratching my mosquito bite took a lot of effort, but I don't think I really wanted a small hideous face to scare away my friends.

“Hey~” my friend Im-Ji sat next to me. “Are you ready for the first day of school?”

“It's not really YOUR first day of school,” I corrected. “I just couldn't go yesterday ‘cause I had just come back from vacation, remember?”

Im-Ji ignored me and continued to speak. “You should have come, there’s this really really good looking boy. Half the class has already fallen for him.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Seems like you've fallen for him too?” I pulled the sleeve down further as the face started to whisper some nonsense. Im-Ji looked embarrassed as she shook her head and protested. “No!”

I shook my head and bit my lip to stop the laughter. “What's his name?”

“I can't remember… something starting with J? His best friend's name starts with J too. You know, that guy's also kinda cute.” she added and then looked the other direction to avoid my judgmental stares.

The whispers of the m mosquito bite soon reached my ears. “What if you fall for the guy too but Im-Ji gets him? What if she does it on purpose to annoy you? What if you to break up as friends? What if-”

“Shut up!” I whispered a little too loudly and Im-Ji gave em a quizzical look. “S-Sorry, I din't mean it towards you, I'm just talking to some people in my head.”

Cha-Cha real smooth.

“I think his name was- Um-” while Im-Ji was still trying to remember the boy's name, I looked down at the mosquito bite in the safety if the window curtain and gave it a small itch. It's mouth turned upwards in a smile before becoming a droopy frown again. It started to whisper- “What if it's somebody you know? What if they hate you and start bullying you? What if you can't do anything about it and the WHOLE SCHOOL starts to hate you? What if it's Park Jimin? What if it's JEON JUNGKOOK?!”

I shuddered as I heard the background noise of Im-Ji muttering away.

“You'll have to eave the school,” the mosquito bite reasoned and I found myself agreeing with it. I could not stand to be in the same class with the two of THOSE jerks.

“HEY, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!” Im-Ji pulled me out of my trance and I barely got to cover my bite. “What?!” I said irritably, worrying that my secret was almost exposed.

“I think they guys names were- Jungkook and Jimin. Didn't you tell me something about you having a crush on them once?”

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YOU KNOW YOU GOT THAT HOoOoOoOoooOME~
YOU KNOW I WANT THAT HOOoOooOOoOOOOoME~

i'm too lazy to do this formatting now and besides i don't even know how to do it

Dailies!
Date: July 4th

Prompts :(i) the protagonist and antagonist are the same person
(ii) main character doesn't have a heart
Fandom : Spider-Verse
( MW = Multiverse Watches)

The year is 2023. Miles Morales has been Spider-Man for 5 years, and he's almost seen it all. He's fought crime, saved lives, and even lost loved ones. But nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen.

One day, Miles was swinging through the city when he saw a figure that looked just like him. The figure was wearing the same Spider-Man suit, but there was something different about it. The figure's eyes were cold and empty, and there was no trace of emotion on its face. Miles knew that this wasn't him. This was a dark version of himself, a Miles Morales who had lost his heart. The two Miles fought, and Miles was shocked to discover that he was no match for his dark counterpart. The dark Miles was stronger, faster, and more ruthless. In the end, Miles was defeated. The dark Miles took his place as Spider-Man, and Miles was left to wonder what had happened to him. How had he become so cold and heartless?

Miles spent the next few months trying to figure out what had happened to him. He talked to doctors, and psychologists, but no one could give him a definitive answer.

……On Gwen's Earth….

The same scenario had happened to her, and upon checking the spider-society, She found that it happened to everyone, they just were here to take refugee, rest and plan what should they do next. They had come up with a good plan and were resting.

'Oh my god, It's a god ‘Canon’ event, of course!! How could I be so dumb!' thought Gwen, looking around event and feeling so stupid.

“Has anyone seen Miles ? ” Asked Gwen, tensed.

A chorus of no's and nope's could be heard.

“Then what are we bloody waiting for, huh? Are y'all forgetting we didn't give Miles the prototype yet?”, yelled out Hobie, making a portal.

“Margo, take control of HQ, will ya? Everyone here? Does everyone know the plan? asked Gwen

A chorus of yea's, yes's and okay's was there

She smirked, ”Then what we waiting for?"

…… Back on Miles's Earth…….

Miles was sitting in his room, staring at the wall. He had been thinking about his dark counterpart for weeks now, and he still didn't understand how he had become so cold and heartless. He had always tried to be a good person, but now he was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miles got up and opened it, and he was surprised to see Gwen standing there.

“Gwen,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to help you,” she said. “I know what's going on.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's a canon event. It's happened to all of us. We've all lost our hearts.”

Miles was stunned. “How is that possible?” he asked.

“I don't know,” Gwen said. “But I think it has something to do with the multiverse. We're all connected, and when one of us loses their heart, it affects all of us.”

“So what can we do?”

“We have to find a way to get our hearts back. But we need to do it quickly. If we don't, the multiverse will be destroyed.”

Miles nodded. “I'm with you,” he said. “Let's do this.”

Gwen smiled. “Good,” she said. “Because I have a plan.”

Gwen explained her plan to Miles, and he agreed that it was their best chance.

“It's finalized then.” Gwen said. “Let's go.”

Everyone put on the prototype, and they were transported to the multiverse. They each searched for their own dark counterparts, and they finally found them, and soon everyone's expect Miles was defeated. Finally the group went to the final destination, Earth 16101. Upon arriving there, they were met by a surprise.

“What? I'm the one you're fighting tonight, so why that face, Morales. Just so you know, you're gonna lose tonight, so be prepared.” , spat out Dark Miles

“Or maybeee, i am not the one who's gonna fall on the ground tonight, soooooo i suggest you take your own medicine, D.M” said Miles

“D.M.?”

"Dark Morales, okay, shut up. Let's fight now, shall we?

The two Miles fought, and this time, Miles was victorious. He defeated his dark counterpart, and he regained his heart.

With Miles's heart restored, the multiverse was saved. Everyone returned to their own universes, and they were all so happy to be back.

Miles learned a valuable lesson that day. He learned that even the strongest people can be broken, but they can also be healed. He also learned that he was not alone. He had friends who would always be there for him, no matter what.

Miles continued to be Spider-Man, and he continued to fight for what was right. He knew that he would never be the same person he was before, but he was determined to make the most of his second chance.
~the end~

Word count : 855 words

~ Indigo from the Mystery cabin signing out

Silvi's thread
Daily 4th July

All was well in the wonderful lands of Narnia. The twinkling streams flowed gently over the smooth pebbles and the luscious trees swayed in the warm summer breeze. Narnia had been like this for a thousand years, ever since the White Witch had gone. Everyone was happy and the people lived long, happy lives. The occasional human wondered in from the outside world, as did some other creatures from the other worlds. But this was dealt with, and now humans ( only some) had settled in Narnia and lived in harmony with the dwarves and the fauns and all of the different animals and creatures.

But one day, the still wonderful golden Aslan, who had many years yet to come in life, received a message. How he got it, no one knew, but he was told that it was going to be the end of the world. You may be surprised, as I would be, but they were happy.
“Hooray! The end has come and we shall have parties and celebrations unlike any others before! Hooray!”
This was what they said. They were in delight over the news. No one knows why. But they were simply happy.

In her secret base, the White Witch laughed. Of course, she was dead, this was her reincarnation. As a donkey. Ha!
“ The little stupidities! They are happy! Perhaps they won’t be so when the time comes!”
So in her base she laughed and laughed. And as she did so, Aslan did too. He threw his great head back and laughed a cold laugh. The White Witch soon felt sorry for Aslan’s people and eventually, Aslan and the White Witch’s personalities changed. The White Witch raced to their homes and warned them and Aslan laughed at them. He was no longer the wise, kindly Aslan, but the evil White Witch of the old. The dappling trees became grey and droopy and the rivers dried out to nothing more than a puddle.

Then Aslan came out. And another one of him followed. Two! One laughed his cold laugh and the other gave a protective growl. He walked up to everyone and crouched in front of them, his tail lashing telling the other Aslan to clear off. The white Witch did the same.
“ The end of the world, the end of the world!”
Still they chanted, on and on.
Twin, brother, you are not real, leave this place, before worse comes to you. Destroy yourself, don’t just float in time for eternity. It is for your own good… “ the real Aslan growled.
Everyone gasped and the other Aslan simply disappeared. Then everything turned black. The end of the world had come.
Thanks to Krizpii and Starthorn for the bi-fi part. I accidentally put in my own as well.
Thanks to C.S.Lewis for the series Narnia.

Silvi's thread
Daily 4th July

All was well in the wonderful lands of Narnia. The twinkling streams flowed gently over the smooth pebbles and the luscious trees swayed in the warm summer breeze. Narnia had been like this for a thousand years, ever since the White Witch had gone. Everyone was happy and the people lived long, happy lives. The occasional human wondered in from the outside world, as did some other creatures from the other worlds. But this was dealt with, and now humans ( only some) had settled in Narnia and lived in harmony with the dwarves and the fauns and all of the different animals and creatures.

But one day, the still wonderful golden Aslan, who had many years yet to come in life, received a message. How he got it, no one knew, but he was told that it was going to be the end of the world. You may be surprised, as I would be, but they were happy.
“Hooray! The end has come and we shall have parties and celebrations unlike any others before! Hooray!”
This was what they said. They were in delight over the news. No one knows why. But they were simply happy.

In her secret base, the White Witch laughed. Of course, she was dead, this was her reincarnation. As a donkey. Ha!
“ The little stupidities! They are happy! Perhaps they won’t be so when the time comes!”
So in her base she laughed and laughed. And as she did so, Aslan did too. He threw his great head back and laughed a cold laugh. The White Witch soon felt sorry for Aslan’s people and eventually, Aslan and the White Witch’s personalities changed. The White Witch raced to their homes and warned them and Aslan laughed at them. He was no longer the wise, kindly Aslan, but the evil White Witch of the old. The dappling trees became grey and droopy and the rivers dried out to nothing more than a puddle.

Then Aslan came out. And another one of him followed. Two! One laughed his cold laugh and the other gave a protective growl. He walked up to everyone and crouched in front of them, his tail lashing telling the other Aslan to clear off. The white Witch did the same.
“ The end of the world, the end of the world!”
Still they chanted, on and on.
Twin, brother, you are not real, leave this place, before worse comes to you. Destroy yourself, don’t just float in time for eternity. It is for your own good… “ the real Aslan growled.
Everyone gasped and the other Aslan simply disappeared. Then everything turned black. The end of the world had come.
Thanks to Krizpii and Starthorn for the bi-fi part. I accidentally put in my own as well.
Thanks to C.S.Lewis for the series Narnia.

daily 4 - bi-fi and fanfiction
twists:
-The scene is inexplicably filling with water (@Caesious)
-If people get tattoos, the tattoos will become real (@Heyl0)
fandom:
-deltarune (the scene in chapter 2 where Kris meets Spamton)
word count: 474

The alley was dark and silent, a stark but welcome contrast to the usual loud and bustling streets in Cyber City, where Kris had spent the last few hours. He only had one job here–get to the end of the alley and press a button to let Queen and Noelle through–so why, then, was he feeling so apprehensive about this? And since when was there water in the streets? Where was it even coming from?
Kris tried not to think about any of this as he made his way down the narrow–and now damp–alleyway, which was covered in old, torn posters. He couldn’t quite make out what they said, but that didn’t matter; the button was now clearly visible, just at the end of the-
“H- HHHEY EVERY IT’S ME!”
“Your very favorite {{Number 1 Rated Salesman 1997}}”
“SPAMTON…”
“SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!”
The voice came seemingly out of nowhere and echoed through the alley, and it took Kris about ten seconds to pinpoint where it came from–a short figure wearing a sharp black suit and round pink-and-yellow glasses, who looked like he had came out of the a dumpster on the side of the road. Before he could even respond, the person–Spamton–continued.
“Well, if it isn’t a…”
“LIGHT-nER!! {Out alone on a late night}, you are? Your friends, all {{Abandoned you for the slime}}?”
“Sales gone down the {{Drain, Drain}}?”
“LIVING IN A {{Hyperlink Blocked}} GARBAGE CAN!”
The water, which Kris hadn’t noticed until then, was now up to his knees, and seemed to be rising even faster. He needed to get out of here, and quickly.
“Hey, I really have to-”
“WELL, HAVEN’T I GOT THE {RealDeal} FOR YOU!”
“WHY BE THE {{Little Sponge}} THAT HATES ITS {{4.99 LIFE}}…”
“WHEN YOU CAN BE A {{BIG SHOT}}!”
“{{BIG SHOT}}”
“{{BIG SHOT…}}”
At this point, Spamton rolled up his sleeves, revealing two small tattoos that Kris could have sworn echoed what he was saying. The water, additionally, had risen to waist level, though Spamton seemed not to notice.
“Listen, that’s a pretty tempting deal, but I think I’ll pass-”
“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST USE THE {Conveniently Placed Fire Escape}, YOU {{Little Sponge}}?” yelled one of the tattoos.
“WE HAVEN’T EVEN SHOWN YOU OUR {#1 Specil Deal}!” said the second.
“YOU CAN HAVE {{Baking whisks}}”
“FREE {Phonecases} AT HALF PRICE!”
“WE DON’T NEED {{CRT’s}}!”
“WE DON’T NEED {{Friends}}!”
“WE DON’T NEED {{Mike}}!”
“TAKE IT, LIGHT-nER! TAKE ALL OUR {{Hyperlink Blocked}}!”

“Would you all just stop already?” Although he could barely move in the water, Kris pulled out his sword, making Spamton jump back and the tattoos freeze in place.
“I don’t have time for any of your deals, okay? I’m just trying to get to the Dark Fountain, and if that means I have to beat you up to do it, I won’t hesitate.”

July 4, 2023

Two Bi-fi Ideas:
The characters and their surroundings are made out of crocheted yarn
The world is upside down but the characters aren’t

Fandom: Spiderman Into the Spider-verse/Across the Spider-verse

Miles stared at the ceiling of his room for what seemed like the one hundredth time that day. What was the point of being Spiderman if you couldn’t even get out of the house. He knew that Spiderman technically wasn’t grounded, but the last time Miles had snuck out while grounded, it did not end well to say the least. His back still hurt from all the chores he had to do, on top of the super strict eye that somehow managed to keep watch of him 24/7.

Knock knock.

Miles let a loud sigh out of the brown yarn forming his mouth. Why was it that Gwen had to appear at the worst of times?

Miles had to admit, Gwen’s appearance made his heart beat faster than he knew was normal. There was something about the air around her, the way she carried herself, that drew Miles in. He felt he really truly found a friend in Gwen, but he wasn’t quite ready to risk that friendship yet. Miles was content waiting.

Miles glanced down through the soft black yarn of his eyes as he heard the window sliding open. “Y’know, people typically get permission before entering someone else’s house.”

“Very funny, Miles,” Gwen sighed, rolling her eyes. A robin blue half double crocheted shoe stepped out onto the ceiling. Was it really the ceiling if it was technically the ground?

With one swift motion, Miles cut the web sticking him to the soft crochet bed and landed on the ceiling. “Morning, Gwen. Are you here to retrieve me from my misery once more?”

“It’s okay, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your parents again. I already know how the last time went. Sorry about that by the way.”

“Oh, I see,” Miles replied, trying not to let his disappointment show. “What are you doing here then?” He reached out to a bold blue and red amigurumi and fiddled with it, not meeting Gwen’s eyes. It was too easy to get flustered in those sparkly blue eyes. Way too easy.

“Don’t me too bummed out,” Gwen assured, “I brought some fun! Just make sure your parents don’t see me. Our last encounter was… not ideal.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a stack of board games. “It’s not much, sorry.”

Miles felt a smile creeping on his lips. “It’s great.” He outstretched his hand and a light gray yarn emerged, quickly attaching itself to the board games and sticking to the floor above. “I haven’t played these games in forever.”

427 words

July 4th Daily || 1722 words (I got really carried away with this one lol)

Scene used: The Final Battle + Part of the outro of Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story

Prompts used: Cats appear on people's heads randomly || The protangonist and antagonist are the same person (I had to use this one because it works absolutely perfectly with the scene)

I apologize, the end felt kind of rushed, I honestly wasn't too sure how I wanted to end it, so it sounds… strange to say the least.
~~~~~
Bowser stood atop the highest point of the castle. Fawful had run away from his defeat, and worse than that, he combined with the dark star. Who was going to conquer the kingdom now? This evil version of Bowser himself? Or were the kingdoms he was hoping to conquer going to be destroyed before he could do anything? No, Bowser can’t lose. Not this time. It isn’t the pesky plumber he’s fighting with. No one could defeat Mario, Bowser could admit, but he’s nearly as good as his longest lasting arch-nemesis, so why couldn’t he destroy this… thing?
“Finally going to stop running?” Bowser asks. The dark clone of him didn’t bother answering his question. He instead created a storm. How… terrifying?
“Still here?” Dark Bowser asked, growling with rage when realizing the Koopa King himself wasn’t destroyed by the dark storm surrounding both the Mushroom and Bowser’s Kingdom. “Has the dark power not crushed your puny hopes?” he continued.
Bowser just looked all more confident as he spoke. The evil clone knew he’d need to talk worse about the situation to really show he’s a threat to the Koopa King. “Soon this kingdom will vanish along with all who dwell within. And you, too, will sleep eternally in the dark power’s embrace!” exclaimed Dark Bowser.
Bowser laughed in response. “Great dark hurricane! Seriously, perfect backdrop for an awesome final battle! You really sweat the details!” he smirked as he announced the last sentence. “Listen up! You’re saying this kingdom will vanish? NOT TODAY! THIS KINGDOM IS ALL MINE!” he put his arms up in the air, giving his most evil grin. “SO YOU VANISH!”
It was now most definitely showtime!
The most epic battle music in existence played as the grand finale of this adventure began. Bowser prepared a punch, and struck the clone, giving massive damage. In response, Dark Bowser fought with his powers based on darkness. The two of them struck each other back and forth, no one could ever tell when either of them would be taken out.
Then, in the middle of such a serious battle, Bowser noticed that something about Dark Bowser changed. There was… a cat on his head? …strange.
“Bah! What are you doing with that thing on your head? You look absolutely ridiculous!” Bowser said, trying to contain his laughter. Dark Bowser lifted his arms, feeling the fluffy creature on top of his head. He looked absolutely shocked for a moment.
“It’s part of the Dark Power’s work. See? The Dark Star can do anything! You should be quaking in fear,” Dark Bowser lied. Bowser shrugged in response and simply punched that evil clone.
“I honestly think it’s just ridiculous. So if this is what you call the doing of the Dark Power, there’s no way you WON’T vanish!” Bowser laughed, not realizing Dark Bowser was struggling to stand. He then noticed, and laughed more. “See! You’re no match for the Koopa King!”
Then, as Dark Bowser fell over, he began to grow as he stood right back up. The cat still sat upon his head, happy as could be. Bowser would definitely be scared if he didn’t know becoming large didn’t really affect strength as much as you would first think, and if there wasn’t an adorable cat on top of such a serious, evil creature.
As Bowser destroyed Dark Bowser’s little army, he punched him one more time, and the little bean, Fawful, now swallowed by the evil of the Dark Star was released from Dark Bowser. Bowser used an inhaling technique similar to Kirby’s to swallow up the little runt.

Mario looked up to notice the Dark Star combined with Fawful was coming down to the plumbers’ level.
“Luigi, look! It’s-a our chance! It’s-a time to defeat Fawful once and for all!” he announced. Luigi looked up to notice, and even Starlow, their helper throughout this whole adventure, came to see the commotion.
“Alright, let’s-a go!” Luigi exclaimed with the most enthusiasm he had towards a threat throughout the journey.
The battle between the Mario brothers and the Dark Star began at that moment. The brothers showed off the moves they’ve learned over the adventure, as well as the basic moves they’ve known since the beginning, slowly taking down the Fawful-ized insect controlled by the Dark Star. Starlow watched in the background, only helping when needed. Then, she noticed something strange happen to Luigi as they were avoiding one of the Dark Star’s attacks.
“Umm… Luigi, why do you have a cat on your head?” she asked as Luigi was in a safe position. Mario looked at him and laughed a bit. Luigi seemed confused. He took his cap off to find a cat sleeping on his hat.
“How in-a the world did this get-a here?” he asked, gently picking up the cat and placing his hat back on his head. He examined the cat closely, and then hugged it. “I’ll-a take you home and-a name you Cuddles after-a this!”
“LUIGI! LOOK OUT!” Starlow screamed right before the Dark Star struck him with a powerful attack. Luigi screamed and got hit before he could avoid the attack. He fell to the ground, the cat still in his hands. Mario ran over to his brother, now lying on the ground.
“Make-a sure… this cat… is-a fine…” Luigi struggled to say, and his eyes closed.
Starlow floated over and looked at Mario, both of them saddened to see Luigi like this. Mario had no spare 1-up mushrooms he could provide. Mario would have to fight the beast alone, all while keeping his terribly injured brother and strange cat alive in the process.
Mario struggled to destroy the Dark Star and dodge its attacks in this condition, but never did he give up. He kept pushing through until he could barely lift his hammer. But, before he had fallen to the Dark Star, he had defeated it. For real. He took a deep breath of relief. He sat on the ground, next to Luigi, exhausted. He took the cat out of his hands and held it closely to his face.

Outside, Bowser noticed Dark Bowser struggling much more than before.
“Huh? Why are you looking all… glow-y?” he asked. “Well, whatever, I guess it’s time to finally destroy you with one last KO punch!” He then charged a punch, putting all his might into it when he boosted forward. The final battle was… won?

The Dark Star vanished. Wait, wasn’t it supposed to explode or do something a little bit more cool? Kind of boring for it to just be… gone.
Mario didn’t really care at the moment though. He inched closer to Luigi. He put the cat back on his brother, and suddenly Luigi opened his eyes! Mario had forgotten this was the kind of world where if the world weren’t destroyed, everyone who had been destroyed in the process will be at least alive if the threat is gone.
“Oh, brother!” Mario exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his brother, squeezing tightly and pulling him up with him as he stood up.
“Mario, you-a did it!” Luigi exclaimed, looking around at the now unthreatened area. The bros and Starlow were about to celebrate, until…
“You… you beat me.” They heard a voice coming from… somewhere. Then fell a small version of the creature Mario had fought, but no longer having the dark star attached to its head.
“Fawful! You’re still here?” Starlow exclaimed, annoyed that Fawful wasn’t gone yet.
“Yes, Fawful still lives. But, of course, Fawful’s plans are always foiled by Green and Red,” the small Fawful-like insect said. “Fawful gave the 110 percents. Fawful put in the work, worked the overtime, yet you heroes always win.”
Mario and Luigi looked at Fawful, wondering why he was going on yet another monologue. Was this actually the end, or was there more to this story?
“So, Fawful is now done with evil. So I will go…” Fawful took a long pause for dramatic effect. “AND I WILL TAKE YOU ALL WITH ME!” he then exploded, expecting the impact would destroy the three heroes, but instead, it just launched the plumbers and Starlow outside of Bowser, and back outside, on top of the castle where this fight had all taken place.
Starlow looked at Luigi, laying on the ground, yet again. Mde sense considering he was probably still in poor shape. “Hey, wake up Luigi! We’re out! For good!” Starlow screamed. Luigi got up. He cheered with Mario, and all of the other creatures who finally had freedom. But, instead of the expected discussion with Bowser about what had happened, Bowser was just laying on the ground, beside his dark clone. How was Dark Bowser not gone yet? Hadn’t they destroyed the Dark Star, the whole reason why he existed in the first place?
A minion ran up to the fallen Koopa King. “Hey, get up, Lord Bowser!” it told him. He got up.
“Ugh, I have a bad headache or something, like I’ve been punched a bunch of times…” he said weakly.
Then, something spoke. “Ah, yes. Don’t you see, you’re the same as your shadow clone. You’re quite literally made from the same DNA. Seeing that you’ve given him quite a beating, you’re in the same condition, and now he’s destroyed, and about to vanish, so you are too. Goodbye, Koopa King, the Dark Power has truly gotten you now.”
Both Bowsers vanished right after.
Everyone gasped.
“Wait, Bowser’s gone… forever?” Starlow asked, completely confused on what just happened. Everyone shrugged their shoulders in response.
Princess Peach, who had awoken in the middle of the commotion, walked up. “I guess so, but at least the Mushroom Kingdom is trouble free now, right?”
“Yeah, I guess-” Starlow began to say, until she noticed that now Princess Peach had a cat on top of her head. “Ok, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ALL OF THE CATS ALL OF A SUDDEN!?” she screamed. Luigi walked up and took the cat off of her head.
“I don’t-a know, but they are-a cute!” Luigi said, hugging both of the cats he had in his hands.
“Cats?” Peach asked. “Strange…”
And that is how the next Mario & Luigi game began: Mario & Luigi: Cattack! Tune in next time to see what whacky adventure awaits the plumbers next time!

7/4/23
845 words
Daily:

When creating the cabin lineup for this session, we sadly had to say goodbye to two of our regular cabins: Fanfiction (Fan-Fi) and Bizarro Fiction (Bi-Fi). As an homage to them, we'll be focusing on those genres today!
First, comment at least one idea for a bi-fi twist - for example, “”inanimate objects are able to speak.“” Then, take a look at this excellent workshop on character voice in fanfiction by Fae (@-faerylights) from July 2022: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/701390524
Pick a “chunk” of your favorite piece of existing media (it can be anything, as long as there's a plotline!) and consider the pacing and flow, how the ideas was connected. With that in mind, choose two of the bi-fi prompts from the comments here and incorporate them into a rewrite of your “chunk” of the original media. Your bizarro fanfiction should be at least 400 words for 400 points! Sharing your creation will earn you an additional 100 points.

Prompts:
The main character says the opposite of everything they say, but they don't know it.
The world is ending and everyone knows it but is fine with it.
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Puss couldn't believe his luck. Not long ago, he was dancing and singing about his triumphs to a loud, energetic crowd. Now, it seemed as if his days of discovery and adventure were ending for good. Puss had only one of his nine lives left, and with the world seemingly coming to an end as well, no matter what he did, death was imminent.

Now, all that he had to drown out his sorrows was a bowl of cat food and a beard. But he couldn't even enjoy his dinner in peace, as his behind was being slapped and butted by another kitten's.

He groaned and looked up at the kitten adjacent to him, who was chowing down as if his life depended on it. “Do you mind?” He muttered apathetically. “I'm tryin' to eat here- I mean,” He sighed. Mow, meow, meow, whatever.“

”Oh, sorry!“ The kitten popped his head out of the bowl, but suddenly his eyes widened. ”Wait a minute- you're a dog too? AND you can talk?“ The puppy bounced up and down on his hinds.

”Yes, yes, but how-“ Puss blinked. He stared at the puppy. ”A dog? No, no, no, I'm a full-blooded cat.“ He shook off some cat food stuck in his beard. But, he remembered where he was and how doom was coming and he sighed sadly again. ”Anyways, I'd rather just eat.“ He face-planted back into the chow.

”You're feeling full?“ The puppy cocked his head and chuckled. ”Well, that's okay! You see, we live in a society where eating disorders are glamorized; I wouldn't want you stuffing yourself up and heaving it all out! But you know, my old owners once said-“

”No hablo English.“

”You don't know Spanish? Well, actually, I'm pretty fluent in the language. I could teach you a few words.“ The puppy grabbed Puss' head, pulled it up, and looked deeply into his eyes. ”Now,“ he said slowly. ”Repeat after me: Ho-la.“

Puss groaned. ”I don't speak English either.“

The puppy hooted. ”Ha, ha, what a funny joke! Hey, what's your name?“ He pushed over Puss' beard and looked at his collar. ‘Pickles.’ it read.

”Ooh, that's your name?“

The cat blinked.

”You're so lucky.“ The puppy sighed. ”You know, I don't have a name. Or a home, either, for that matter. But if I have to be honest,“ The puppy took a deep breath. ”You don't look like a Pickles to me.“

”Well, you don't look like a cat.“

”Really?“ The puppy jumped. ”Aw, thanks Pickles! It's nice to have a friend during the end times. You know, I have to cut to the chase with you, I'm not really a- hey, wait up!“

Puss had left. The cat was slowly starting to walk away, his tail drooped and his spirits hanging even lower.

”I actually live under the porch, but it can get a bit lonely there sometimes.“

”Congratulations.“ Puss lied.

”Yeah, I've had better options, too.“ The puppy sighed. ”I've been a lot of places better than under the porch, which is mainly controlled by the rats and the centipedes, but hey, at least Mama Luna gives me free food!“

”Wonderful.“

”Hey,“ The puppy glanced at Puss. ”You're the first kitty I've ever told here. All the other ones, well,“ A cat hissed at the puppy, who jumped up, holding his breath in to hide the instinctive bark inside of him. ”Well, they've already caught on. Just, please don't tell Mama Luna! She hates dogs!“

”I don't care.“

The puppy smiled. ”Thanks, Pickles. It's nice to have someone who looks out for you. Hey!“ He turned his head towards Puss. ”I've told you my secret, so why don't you tell me yours! What's your story, Pickles?“

Puss stopped. His eyes widened and he thought of his glory days as Puss in Boots, setting out and exploring the land. He took those days for granted and didn't realize it until now, now when it was too late. ”It's over.“ He muttered to no one in particular.

”Well, of course its not over, silly!“ The puppy giggled. ”We just met a few minutes ago!“

Puss didn't respond.

”Wanna rub my belly?“ The puppy jumped on his hinds, exposing his dirty, but full of love stomach. ”Come on, rub my belly! It's cathartic!“

”Hard pass.“ Puss winced.

”Yes, come and do it!“ The puppy smiled. ”You know, I'm gonna be a therapy dog someday.“

”The hell is a therapy dog?“ Puss shook his head.

”Yeah! The dogs that work to make others happy, you get it!“ Puppy clapped his paws together in joy. ”Come on, rub my belly, rub my belly!

“I don't WANT to touch your stomach!” Puss climbed onto a cat pole and lay on the top. “All I want,” He said to himself, thinking of his older days yet again. “-is to be left alone.” He closed his eyes and tried to get asleep, but little did he know that the small puppy has climbed onto the pole with him and was still eagerly chatting, trying to engage.

Daily July 4
Thecatperson19
Twist: Halfway through the scene it becomes an advertisement, but the main character is just confused-
Scratchkid5410
Twist: it’s a musical, and characters will start singing at complete random

Fandom: Spy x Family

- - -

I walked down the road, doing my utmost to appear nonchalant and normal. I came to a crosswalk, but the light was red, so I stood there, taking off my hat and smoothing my hair back.
With a sigh, I leaned against the brick wall behind me. I was…so tired. Seemed I always was, these days. Keeping up pretense, going in so deep, and dealing with a child on top of everything—it was taxing. But I refused to give up; this was too important.
“Excuse me, sir, but you can cross now,” someone pointed out as they passed me.
Blinking away my exhaustion, I jumped up. “Oh,” I laughed nervously. “Right. Thank you very much.”
“Mhm,” they said, though they eyed me strangely before moving on.
Oh dear. Did they think I was unwell, or perhaps just lazy? I couldn’t have that. I cleared my throat, straightened my tie, and replaced my hat, then headed swiftly across the street, full of new determination and vigor, summoned up from who-knows-where. For a spy, it was always best to keep such methods well hidden, like a magician never revealing his best tricks.
Suddenly, as I continued along, someone wearing red darted in front of me. I jumped back, crouching down to be ready to fight them. I shot a quick glance around, trying to see if anyone was around to notice.
“WOULD YOU LIKE SOME PEANUTS??” the man in red asked loudly, a giant grin overtaking his round face as he eagerly proffered at least twenty bags that he somehow held in his arms.
My mouth dropped open in shock. How on Earth had he known that peanuts were precisely the reason for this excursion?
“Well—,” I began.
Wait, I thought.
How on Earth had he known that peanuts were precisely the reason for this excursion?
Several smiling people walked up behind the man, each holding a bag full of peanuts of their own. Many were chewing happily and more than a few laughed at something I didn’t catch. A few even started dancing….
Was this a trap?
I wasn’t sure, until they burst into song.
Really, that’s what sold it for me.
I needed peanuts, but no way was I taking anything those people offered me.
I opened my mouth, closed it, then finally managed. “I’m sorry—please excuse me—emergency—hospital—um—I’m a doctor, you see, and….” I shot the leading man an apologetic smile and shrugged helplessly.
Then I ran away as fast as I could.

total: 413 words

Writing Thread:

Twists:
The clouds come down and take the form of a character's fears in front of them
In the climactic scene of the story, a character suddenly collapses for some reason that is not immediately apparent.

“Thieves!” Piggy cried, glaring at Jack and his entourage of wild and disillusioned boys. They were all on Jack's side; Robert, Roger, Maurice … everyone expect the loyal and faithful twins, SamnEric, who new there was a way to get rescued from the wretched island.
Jack sneered at the accusation, and used the back of his spear to poke at Piggy's exposed stomach. Piggy grimaced at the blunt pain, but held his ground, determined to get his specs back, once and for all. Ralph stood in the background, aware of the anger brewing inside of Jack that Piggy was ignorant of. Ralph ran across to Jack, spear high, ready to protect his vulnerable friend.
Jack blocked Ralph's blow with his spear, and the two boys began to clash with their weapons.
“Ralph, Ralph!” Piggy yelled, “Remember what we are here for; we need to get my spectacles!”
Ralph paused, and nodded, relaxing his muscles, but his eyes still fixated on Jack.
“Listen, we need to get Piggy's specs back,” Ralph stated, “He can't see without them, and we need to use his spectacles to create a fire.”
There was the slightest pause in the audience. Ralph, hopeful that the savage boys would resonate with his words, continued.
“We, need a fire! Remember what our main objective was when we first was stranded on this island: create smoke and attract a vessel.”
“We don't need no rescue!” Jack exclaimed, “Everything we need is here. There is water, fruit, and pigs!”
Jack's followers cheered at Jack's speech. Over the clamor, Ralph yelled.
“The Fire is our only hope! Please, listen!”
Jack, with his authority, looked back at his wild followers, and screamed, “Grab them!”
The group of boys hesitated for a second. Suddenly, Jack's eyes glazed over, and collapsed. A fog began to loom over the boys on that bright cloudless day and chaos reigned. In front of all the little boys was a large, ferocious animal. It's pelt looked liked a dark storm cloud.
“It's the Beastie!,” the children cried.
They all aimlessly tried to fight off the evil force engulfing them. Just then, Jack, peering out of the fog, saw the conch, the only fragment of society and order on the island. Struggling, he crawled towards the conch and held it to his lips. With a deep breath, he exhaled, and a long and majestic note boomed. The cloudy figures started to dissipate and the sun started to shine again.
Every boy began to huddle around Jack, who still lay unconscious. Ralph blew the conch again, and Jack's eye's fluttered open.
“Where am I?” he asked, with a twinge of innocence.
“We are on the island, remember Jack? And Piggy and I are here to get the specs back.” Jack replied.
“Oh … yes,” Jack replied, “I guess we better get them then.”
The boys, all of them, savages and civil boys, walked toward Jack's camp. Ralph looked up at the bright blue sky, and hope for rescue remained.

4th July Daily:

Twists used:
For some reason, every character other than the main character is convinced that the main character really needs to eat lunch and keeps trying to bring them food- but they aren't hungry! - @Starthorn
Time-travellers arrive in the middle of the scene. They have something important to tell your character(s), but they only get to say part of it before they are forced to warp back to their own time. If there are multiple characters, they each interpret the message differently, or if there's just one character, they are hilariously wrong about what the time-travellers wanted them to do. (Bonus: The time-travellers accidentally leave a dinosaur behind - @-Wildclan-

Chunk from Philip Reeve's Night Flights, I stan Anna Fang

Dalkey’s mayor, Diarmid O’Brien, tipped his battered old straw hat to welcome Anna. She had docked the Jenny Haniver in the town’s tiny air dock. O’Brien greeted her warmly.
“Not many air traders stop by,” he said, seeming almost embarrassed by the ramshackle state of his little raft town.
“Although, lady, if you don’t mind me asking, are you hungry? You look hungry. Do you want something to eat? We have plenty of food, to be sure.”
“No. Thank you, but no. I’m alright.” She was slightly taken aback by his offer, and when she got a free moment, hastily checked herself to see if she was paler than normal.
“Have you been to Pulau Pinang before?” she asked.
“No, but to be fair, we did pass this way a few years back,” he said. Anna shifted from one foot to the other, slightly on edge.
“Can I talk to you in private?” she said.
“Sure,” replied O’Brien. “Although are you sure that you don’t want any food?”
“I’m really quite alright, thank you.” Anna said.
“As you like, Miss Fang,” he said. They walked to the town hall, which really wasn’t far away in the cluttered raft town, nothing was. The mayor’s office was in a similar disorderly state. A little girl who was sitting at O’Brien’s desk came up to Anna, tugged with her small hand at her coat, and offered up a small loaf of bread to her.
“Nice lady, I think you’re hungry. Have this bread. It’s mine but you can have it.” Confused, Anna accepted it, not wanting to upset the child. O’Brien ruffled her hair and said,
“There there, Nimah. Good girl.”
“Thank you Nimah,” said Anna. The girl, seeming to take this as a sign of acceptance, grabbed Anna’s hand and held it in hers.
“Now, Miss Fang, what seems to be the matter?” asked O’Brien.
At that moment, a loud noise was heard in the hallway. A loud bang. Two teens rushed in the door, one a tall mess of old clothes and long coppery hair, the other a slightly shorter boy, out of breath and holding some strange device.
“Good heavens! My eyes do deceive me. First-” he gestured towards Anna, the seasoned Aviatrix, “then this!” he motioned towards the unruly pair.
“Please, this really isn’t the time,” said the taller girl. She turned her face towards Anna, revealing a hideous scar running the length of her face, from top to bottom. O’Brien gave a small gasp of shock, and wouldn’t look directly at her, and Nimah whimpered and cowered behind Anna. Anna’s gaze, although shocked, remained steady.
“Anna. Anna Fang. I’m Hester, this is Tom, and we don’t have much time.”
“I- I don’t understand. Who are you?” she asked.
“Doesn’t matter, you’ll find out soon enough. What matters now is what I have to say. Listen, Anna, stop whatever you’re doing right now-”
“Het, dear, we’ve not got long, make it quick! Also, Anna, you look really hungry, go get some lunch,” interrupted the boy, looking intensely at the device in his hand.
“I’m trying, Tom! Anna, take the Jenny, and start flying. The place you need to go to is incredibly important, so listen. Fly over the deep-water passage, over to-” suddenly, the pair disappeared in a strange flare of light and sound. There was an echo lingering.
“ang city..” it called.
There was silence in the room. Nimah was the first to break it. She began to sniffle.
“Sc- scary girl.” She walked out of the room, stunned, mumbling about getting food for Miss Anna. O’Brien turned to Anna.
“I should have known you were trouble. To be sure, when you landed your strange ship, I smelled a rat. What witchcraft is this?” Anna was distracted. She felt a strange trust towards the two figures, and was sure of what they wanted her to do.
“I’m ever so sorry, sir,” she said nervously, backing away. On the word “sir” she paused for a minute, then ran.
“After her!” O’Brien, disgruntled but more concerned now about his town than the lady, shouted,
“Full speed ahead!” The town was now sailing at a glorious speed towards the deep-water passage.
Anna, in the time it had taken for anyone to notice her, had run to the Jenny, boarded it, and was about to take off. SHe knew what she needed to do. She didn’t know why, but it was important. She too was about to fly right over the deep-water passage, into Pulau Pinang City. That was what the scarred girl had told her to do.
“Full speed ahead!” she laughed, for the joy of running, for the thrill of the sky and sea. (784)

The irony is that the deep-water passage is a trap, and the time travellers that visited Anna had no idea about it. They were telling her to go somewhere different entirely, since she was the person who would one day save their lives. Anna had been going to warn the town of the trap, but seeing Tom and Hester made her forget entirely, and misinterpret their message. The reason for her sudden trust is because she meets them and bonds with them in the future. However, both Anna and the town fall into the trap and are killed. Anna never meets Tom and Hester, so they die too. In conclusion, They never needed to mess with Anna’s timeline.

July 4th Daily (775 words)
twists: your main character bursts into tears whenever someone says a specific word (@silvxrywaves), your character can read minds (@lilyjen)
Chunk from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Lianne was just casually walking down the street, bustling with life. She was coming back from school, and it was a long school day. She ran into her friend and neighbor, Harmony, in the busy intersection a few blocks from their neighborhood. Harmony was a year older, and they went to different schools.
“Hey!” Lianne said.
“Oh, hi Lianne! How was school?” Harmony asked.
“Tests… So. Many. Tests…” Lianne groaned. “But that means I don’t have much homework, you know?”
“Did you cheat?” Harmony questioned, implying if she had used her magical girl power. Both of them were magical girls, girls who were supposed to rid the world of evil – especially witches.
“Of course not! Why would I use it on some stupid tests? It doesn’t always work, you know. I would need wisdom as a power, not reading the mind of the teacher. She may be thinking something else!”
“Well, I didn’t have any tests, but I have a ton of homework. Mrs. Harper gave us 10 pages of homework to finish, plus my math project is due tomorrow.”
“Aw, that sucks. Will you have time to do a witch hunt tonight?”
“Maybe… it depends.”
The two girls continued chatting as they made their way home.
However, before they could walk into their neighborhood, the two noticed a weird door in the middle of nowhere.
“A… witch?” Lianne suggested.
Examining it, Harmony took off her ring on her middle finger, which morphed into a yellow, egg-shaped gem. It was reacting like crazy to the weird door.
“It must be.” Harmony replied. Cautiously, Lianne opened the door, and both hopped inside.
Once inside the labyrinth, as magical girls call it, Lianne and Harmony transformed. Lianne’s clothes turning into a puffy silver dress, boots, and a silver gem on her waist. Harmony’s transformed into a yellow gown, slippers, and a yellow gem on her right forearm. Summoning a pointed staff, Lianne knocked some familiars – which are basically dummies for the witch – and Harmony followed with a mace. After getting the familiars blocking their way, they headed straight to the witch’s lair, at the heart of the labyrinth.
Opening the double doors to the lair, strong winds almost blew them away. Once the wind had stopped, a giant dragon appeared. That was the witch.
Right as they entered, the witch spotted them, and was about to attack with a flick of its tail. However, using her power, Lianne read the monster’s mind and shoved her and Harmony out of the way. It came to attack again, but Harmony, using her mace, cut the tail, almost severing it completely.
The witch roared but kept going. It blew again, which made the girls fly onto the wall. Harmony used her power, which made some music play from nowhere. The music seemed to throw off the dragon, as it stopped for a second, which let Lianne, using the pointed edge of her staff, completely sever the dragon’s tail.
“Nice job!” Harmony yelled, trying to be louder than the cry of fury of the dragon.
Before Lianne could reply, a giant gale of wind was sent towards them, completely pinning them against the wall. Harmony tried using her power again, but it didn’t work. It was as if the giant wind was absorbing the power. Harmony tried once again, using all her might, and finally a crack went through, stopping the dragon.
“This kid is too strong. We’ll never overpower it!” Harmony said, completely exhausted.
“We have the try! There is no other way.” Lianne responded.
“We would just get our powers sucked by the wind!”
“Then what do you suggest?”
Harmony pondered for a second. In a serious voice, she said, “get out of this labyrinth. I have an idea, and I need to stay.”
“Are you crazy? You can’t beat the dragon alone, especially in your state!”
“Just go.” Harmony said, completely serious.
Lianne couldn’t find the words she needed. “Be safe,” she finally replied before leaving the labyrinth.
Outside, Lianne watched the door and hoped for the best. Using her power, she read what Harmony was thinking.
In her mind, she saw that Harmony was going to break her yellow gem using her very own mace. She winded back and hit it.
A giant explosion came from it, and then nothing of the witch was left.
Nor any signs of Harmony.
“Interesting… interesting indeed.” A cat-like creature appeared at Lianne’s leg. “Harmony used her power in her gem to create energy, therefore killing the witch.”
The second that the cat-like creature said ‘Harmony’, Lianne burst into tears. “Kyubey! Wh-What happened to Harmony?!”
And he spilled all his secrets.

daily #4 - 657 words

“Pick a ”chunk“ of your favorite piece of existing media (it can be anything, as long as there's a plotline!) and consider the pacing and flow, how the ideas was connected. With that in mind, choose two of the bi-fi prompts from the comments here and incorporate them into a rewrite of your ”chunk“ of the original media. Your bizarro fanfiction should be at least 400 words for 400 points! Sharing your creation will earn you an additional 100 points.”

prompts:
- everything in the book that happens is fake - the characters stage it all. (like a play - all the characters are performing for you except you don't know that they know that you're reading it?) the characters are basically ‘acting’ out a plot (and they know they're actors). the big reveal is for you at the end when one of the characters (preferably a dead one) stands up and asked if you liked the performance. (@Laureldrop)
- character can speak to other people telepathically but can't hear anyone's thoughts (@ForestPanther)

fandom: nevermoor <3

this isn't the best ack- don't mind that ahah

tw: mentions of death <3

Morrigan Crow sat silently, pushing her parsnips around her plate with her fork. It was Eventide, an entire year early. Her heart dropped to her feet as she thought, I am going to die at midnight. Looking up from her dish, Morrigan expected to see grieving faces, and mournful expressions. But it seemed as though nobody in her family noticed, or cared.
Suddenly, Morrigan’s stepmother, Ivy, took a deep breath. “I have something to say,” her high-pitched voice sang out. Way too cheery for such an occasion, Morrigan thought scornfully, wrinkling her nose. Ivy stuck out at the dinner table, a ray of sunshine against the shadows. Her skin was tanned from a summer vacation she spent basking on a beach, and her blonde hair resembled spun gold. Perhaps that was why her father liked her so much; the Crows all shared the same pitch-black hair and deathly pale complexions.
“Before I continue,” Ivy went on, “I just wanted to make sure that Morrigan is ok for me to say this.” Sudden hope flared up inside Morrigan. Perhaps her stepmother was about to announce how dearly she was going to miss her. Maybe she was about to mention that even though she had barely spared a word for poor Morrigan, she loved her like her own. She could be saying that she was going to cry buckets at her funeral, so much that her perfect mascara was ruined, but she wouldn’t care because dear sweet Morrigan was dead.
Yes. Please do, Morrigan telepathically transmitted to Ivy. After a while of silence, Morrigan’s father glanced at her sharply, and she remembered something. Though her family was aware of her ability to place her thoughts directly into their minds, they refused to respond whenever she tried. Morrigan liked to imagine that they thought she was possessing them, and she unwillingly let out a little giggle. Her father’s glare grew sharper, and she sobered and looked down at her plate.
“Yes, of course. I don’t mind,” she said, this time aloud. Ivy’s face lit up, making her already glowing skin shine brighter.
“Well, I’m delighted to say- Corvus and I are having a baby,” Ivy grinned, reaching out and grabbing Morrigan’s father’s hand with her own. “I thought, well, one life is being snuffed out, might as well bring another in!”
Morrigan felt as though Ivy had thrown a brick at her stomach. Her grandmother glared at Ivy, and croaked “Are you sure that this is the best time to say this?”
“Yeah, I’m about to get blotted out of existence soon, and you bring up that?” Morrigan whispered under her breath. Her grandmother’s scowl became fixated on her.
“What have we said about saying the d-word,” the old woman said coldly. Morrigan narrowed her eyes. What Ivy said was worse, though!
Speaking of Ivy, she was still attempting to argue with her. “Doesn’t anyone care that I am WITH CHILD?” Ivy shrieked, standing up from her seat.
“Doesn’t anyone care that I am ABOUT TO DIE?” Morrigan shot back, and her grandmother roared.
“WHAT HAVE WE SAID ABOUT SAYING THE D-WORD?!”
And suddenly, Morrigan heard a loud knock on the door. She heard it open, and anxiety creeped in. Death is here. I’m going to die. Loud footsteps echoed into the dining room, as though their unwanted guest was wearing boots. Does death wear boots?
The footsteps drew nearer and everyone looked toward the door. In the frame stood a tall ginger man, who smiled.
“That’s a wrap everyone! You all did amazing. Great job, Ivy, excellent expressions,” he said, clapping his hands. Morrigan’s stepmother smiled and took a bow.
“I’m Jupiter North, but of course, you already knew that, Mog,” Jupiter grinned toothily at Morrigan, who smiled back.
Jupiter turned, and looked you directly in the eye. “Well, I hope you liked the show! Come again soon,” he told you, with a wink. Then, everything faded to black.

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Daily 4 - July 4, 2023

Word count: 570 words <3 (please note that this is not finished yet!)

Bi-Fi twist (By Soki - @Rey_venclaw): Whatever anyone wishes on you or thinks you should have, whether or not they mean it, you immediately get

Traveling above the world, escaping the dangers.. That’s what this was all about was it not. That was before the whole world changed - all the realms separating, one after the other - until I was no longer in existence. I lived a life of treachery: stealing from the rich, but giving to the poor. It was a good way to earn trust.. Only to betray people after a bit of fun. It was who I was, who I had become. The years went by, my crew went missing at sea, and I.. I got trapped in a silly little bottle, sent away to this town living in scraps. Though I knew, one day- I would make it out, and no one, not a single person would be given mercy for their actions. I had become a genie - meant to grant others wishes, while mine just floated around in my head. Why me? Why was I sent to make others happy, living through my sorrow so that they could have happy smiles on their faces? This was injustice, but there was nothing that I could do. Everything others wished for, I had to give. While everything I wanted was only merely a dream. I know I look like the good guy here, but in all honesty, I’m really not. I just- I just can’t even explain it you know. People come to me, time after time to grant them wishes. But after today, things are going to change. I’m no longer going to tolerate this anymore - you want a wish, fine.. But you’re going to give me something I want.

At the time, little did I know what damage this was going to cause…

He came up to me, asking for a wish. The classic, I want to be rich to impress.. How hard was it to make that happen? Give them some money, they buy and spoil, my task is done. Well not anymore, because that’s how I would’ve done it before. Now, now comes suffering. People need to understand how I feel, trapped inside this bottle, hidden away for my reckless deeds. Is it not punishment enough being trapped in the bottle? Do I have to live through other’s joys too, especially since I have to grant them that joy, the feeling of love and happiness? Enough was enough, and this person was just about to find out. No one ever sets the rules for how each wish should be granted, so why not do it in a way that benefits me? I am the almighty Djinn and no one can tell me otherwise… Now, all who beckoned me to answer their wishes were going to regret ever crossing my path. Heh, this time, this guy is going to get something that he least expects. After granting his wish, I rush away, eagerly awaiting his reaction to this new fate. I did indeed grant him this large house, a mansion with butler, gardeners, top service - honestly anything you can imagine. The only problem was fate. The fate in which I had altered with, their new fate that was going to destroy everything he ever believed in. All I had to do was wait, although it would take time, I knew that it would be worth it.

to be continued ~

july 4 daily - 433 words
my prompt that I posted: characters speak in rhyme
prompts:
midway through your scene, the world is flipped upside down and nobody other than the main character notices(@AsteriaTheNigh tWing)
Main character can't walk in straight lines- they're super dizzy (@PoppyWriter)
rewriting scene from Heroes of Olympus, The Lost Hero

The storm was tossing everyone around and around. People was losing their balance, clinging to the rails, and so did Jason. But even before the storm, Jason had felt way too dizzy for usual.
Assuming his usual was not being dizzy at all, this was strange.
Earlier, as he had woke up at the back of a bus, holding hands with a random girl named Piper, his memory was gone and he was panicking.
Now his missing memory was just the least of his worries.
Jason was on a school trip to the Grand Canyon - or something like that? - but the school seriously should've picked a better day to go.
Getting up to the skywalk deck was the worst. He kept stumbling, tripping and switched from one side of the path to the other with out realizing, nearly falling over.
Maybe it's my amnesia, he had thought. Maybe it'll be gone soon.
But after being caught twice by Leo, who nearly let go of him, and falling into Piper, her strong arms supporting him, he doubted it.
The trip up was interesting. Jason would like to think about it more.
But then again… he should focus on what was happening.
Shaking these thoughts off, and clinging to the rails, he saw his classmates screaming and running for the building. The storm had turned into a mini hurricane.
Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open.
Wait… what?
They were upside down.
“Piper!” he screamed. “Be careful!”
She responded with a vague ‘what’ expression, an gestured for him to come inside.
“You're upside down…”
By then the world just made no sense, and Jason's brain couldn't comprehend. Coach Hedge and Leo were running at the doors, but the wind was like quicksand, sinking them further away from the doors.
“The doors… in the sky…”
Usually Jason was a fast acter. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that he sprang first into action, trying to help.
But the dizziness was getting worse.
Not to mention that the world was flipped upside down, and he was the only one who noticed.
Focus. Focus.
He opened his eyes, not realizing they were closed.
Just in time to see Dylan transform into a storm spirit.
How did he know that?
The world was back to normal now, but he looked over the railing, just in time to see Piper hanging over the abyss with her hand as an anchor.
“Help!” was the last thing she yelled before slipping off the edge.
Jason only remembered jumping after her, his dizziness gone, and thinking, I'm crazy.

Daily 4 07/0423
Unfinished!
@tapdancer707 “Twist: every location is on a little speck, Horton Hears A Who style, and everyone knows this except the main character (who until now has been convinced that the world is normal)”
@lizard-breath “The world changes colors depending on the emotions in that area”
Chapter Three of Keeper of the Lost Cities by Shannon Messenger
“Her mouth fell open as she tried to take it all in. She might have even squeaked.”
Sophie was standing on the bank of a clear, rushing river, surrounded by soaring trees, their leaves glowing a breathtaking emerald in the sunlight. On the far side of the river, crystal castles shone and seemed to shift colors as the light hit them. A path of gold to her right spiraled toward a city filled with sprawling structures with beautiful architecture and colors, similar to the castles across the bank. The air in this place smelled fresher and crisper than the cloying San Francisco air she was used to, and it had a sweet, spicy undertone to it that she’d never smelt before.
She let go of Fitz’s hand in sheer awe. “This is…” she stuttered, “…a place like this shouldn’t exist.”
“But it does,” Fitz shook his head. “Humans can hardly get anything right about the world, and that’s why places like these are so hard to believe. This is our capital, Eternalia.”
Sophie almost missed his first statement from the sheer shock of the dazzling valley. “What do you mean ‘humans can hardly get anything right’?”
Fitz still hadn’t explained to her how all of this was possible, from the ‘pathfinder’ and their almost magical trip to this fairytale location.
He scratched his head. “Well, humans always seem to be trying to explain things they can’t understand, so as a result they come up with terrible ideas about the world that they think are true.”
“But what about this place? I’d think humans would know about a, a magical valley. Besides, I’ve seen countless maps, there’s no way Eternalia should exist.”
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Daily 7/5 happy Fourth of July for Americans

Tired of the only smoothie flavors you have? Want to taste all flavors at the same time?
Introducing—the World Map smoothie! Featuring all the smoothie flavors around the whole world. Get a mango-flavored smoothie from India, or a pizza-flavored smoothie from Italy! Once you take a sip, you’ll never stop! Switch to one flavor then another with a simple press of a button! Taste the diverse food of the world—in a smoothie!
You don’t even need to eat lunch anymore! Craving ramen? Drink the Ramen-smoothie! Need some French toast for breakfast? Try the French-toast-smoothie! Tacos from Mexico, coffee from Colombia, you can have anything you want! You will never be disappointed with our smoothies, not when you can have every flavor in the whole world!
Plus, we have all different shapes and sizes for smoothie glasses, including Canada-shaped glasses, and Russia-shaped glasses! Our beautiful and detailed glasses also have projectors that show the country’s cities, towns, and people in extra detail.
And you would never think this smoothie would give you immediate ability to go anywhere across the world you wanted! For free! Travel the world like you always dreamed!
Buy the world smoothie right now in a store near you! Prices may vary.

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daily #5 - 253 words

“Quick, look to your left! The first object you see will be the topic of your daily. Imagine what would happen if you put it into a smoothie—what would it look like? What strange powers would it give you? Write 200 words to earn 200 points, and share your smoothie in the comments for an additional 50 points.”

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A JOKE, MY SISTER AND I GET ALONG RELATIVELY WELL AND I HAVE NO PLANS OF SMOOTHIE-IFYING HER ANY TIME SOON (please don't cancel me, scratch xDD)

Younger siblings. Ugh. Why were they invented? As the eldest sibling of four, I can confirm that all these young rats ever do is annoy you. Pester, pester, pester.
No, younger brother, I do not want to play cars. No, younger sister, you may not steal my hair ties. Sometimes, I want to get rid of them so badly!
One day, I reached the end of my fuse. It is quite impressive that I had lasted an entire eleven years putting up with her, but on that fateful day, I was simply over it. Scooping the young rat into a ball, I placed her into a large blender and poured some cold milk on top of her. Adding a spoonful of sugar, I grinned maliciously. She was going to be delicious.
The lid clicked onto the blender easily, and my sister stared out at me with wide eyes. I waved at her with a smiled. With a single press of a button, the blender turned on.
After a while, I clicked the blender off. Pouring the smoothie into a large glass, I examined how it turned out. The concoction was a pale white, similar to a vanilla milkshake. I took a sip, and noticed how sweet it tasted, thanks to the sugar I added.
I licked my lips happily. I was overcome with a sense of freedom, as I no longer had to deal with such an annoying creature in my everyday life. My sanity and my hair ties were safe once more.

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