July 7th || 852 words || I chose Bowser as the villain the main Mario cast forgives :3

(I made Mario silent in this cuz I've always seen him as the silent protagonist, so he may seem very Paper Mario-esque)

“Ah, it's Tuesday once again, my minions!” Bowser shouted loud enough for every one of the members of his Koopa Troop to hear. Sounds of excited Koopas and bouncing Goombas filled the air. “And because of this, it's time for another one of my evil schemes, and you're all included!” More excited noises echoed throughout the castle. “Today, we are going to kidnap not only Peach, but those pesky plumbers as well! Perhaps the little green dinosaur and those mushrooms while we're at it.”
“Hey.. wait, didn't we already do that nearly 20 years ago?” A Hammer Bro in the back asked.
“Well, this time it's different. We didn't kidnap the Princess that time. Anyways, who's with me?”
The minions burst into screaming and cheering again, charging out the door, racing to see who would invade the castle first. Bowser decided to jump into his clown car, racing past his fellow minions, ready to break down the castle doors.

“Mario… it's Tuesday again…” Luigi came up to his sleeping bro, voice trembling. “Shouldn't we go to the castle? To make sure the Princess is protected?”
Mario looked up and made an affirmative nod. Upon exiting the pipe to the Mushroom Kingdom and reaching the throne room of Princess Peach's castle, the bros were shocked. Peach and her fellow Toads seemed to be planning something. That was unlike Peach to prepare for the worst. She looked up at them.
“Oh, Mario. Luigi. You're both here just in time.” Mario kinda stared at her blankly.
“Uh… what are you guys doing…?” Luigi seemed weirded out.
“What does it look like to you?” A Toad shouted from across the room. Toadsworth waddled up next to Peach.
“Well, Masters Mario and Luigi… Considering this is Bowser's regular kidnapping day, the Princess has decided to come up with an extra sneaky plan to show that old chum who he's messing with.”
Mario turned his head to the side. Luigi seemed just as confused, waiting for anyone to actually explain the plan.
“I've made an executive decision to forgive Bowser. Nothing's better than forgiveness and acceptance. Perhaps… it'll adjust his motives this time around.”
“W- WHAT!?” Luigi was terrified. Mario jumped back in shock.
“You heard her. I was mildly displeased with this idea at the start too, boys. However, I can see it making sense. Perhaps we're seeing him too much in an evil light, and that amplifies his bad actions. So… what do you say?”
The Mario Bros looked at each other. They simultaneously nodded in agreement. It was just then that the door was smashed into pieces.
“Ha! There you are. The lasagna loving losers, already with my beloved Princess Peach. Just makes taking all of you all the easier!”
Luigi cowarded behind Mario, while Mario instinctively held a defensive pose, until he looked back at Peach and realized he had already made a deal to not fight.
“Bowser, wait!” Peach exclaimed, walking up to him and his rather silly looking clown car. Bowser grunted in confusion. “You don't have to do this, you know.”
“Huh? What do you mean? I know I don't have to. But that won't stop me from doing this.”
Peach looked down at the ground. “We all forgive you. For everything. No one here hates you.” She looked over at Luigi who was still cowering behind his bro. “Not even Luigi. He's… sensitive, as you know. But, that doesn't matter. You may have done bad things in the past, but holding onto the past is what stops us from forming a bright future.”
Bowser was extremely confused. “You're… forgiving me? But I'm the bad guy! The guy you're supposed to fear!”
Toadsworth spoke up. “I dunno about that, old bean. You were quite the help in defeating that horrid Fawful.”
“What?” Bowser was almost getting annoyed at this point. “I wasn't even aware I was helping the Stupid Mario Bros! I didn't give them permission to do… whatever the heck they did back then.”
Luigi then took a couple of steps away from Mario. “I- I'm pretty sure you h-helped us save the world from King Olly!”
“That flimsy emo guy? He cut up my son! What else was I supposed to do!?”
Peach took a step closer. “You were one of the four heroes of light when stopping the end of all worlds.”
“I- that's- I didn't have a choice of whether to be good or evil in that game!” Bowser was growing furious.
A bunch of Toads surrounded him, all of them chanting his name.
“Come on, you can be a good guy too! Why else do you play Go Kart with them?”
“Can you all just be quiet!? I'm no good guy. I’m not friends with these doofuses! You're disrupting my perfectly good kidnapping scheme!” He placed his hand on his forehead, pulling on his hair ever so slightly as he removed his hand from his head. “That's it. Minions! AMBUSH THEM!” He shouted, a loud growl with fire breath proceeding that, just seconds before this entire army infiltrated the castle, prepared for another Tuesday of chaos.

Word War #1 ⟡ 170 words

Duration: 3 minutes
Against: Starthorn - Horror
Prompt: “Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea…”
Outcome: Lost

'Hi' says a man with pale skin and dark, gloomy eyes. ‘Welcome to The Underworld.’
'The Underworld??' I repeat back. Whatever would bring me here? Last I remember, I was leaping off a cliff, staring at the sparkly blue waves that met me below. Had that really ended in this terrible fate? What? I couldn't believe it. I've cliff dived lots of times- nearly done 50 jumps- so why did this one have to be fatal? Perhaps jumping off the cliff was a bad idea, I thought as I looked around the dark room. The light seemed strange and unnatural, like how one would perceive the Underworld in Beetlejuice. I look around once more and I spot my friend staring at the ceiling. I rush over him.
'What are you doing here?' I gasp as his eyes meet mine.
'I… might have jumped after you. It seemed fun.'
FUN???? ‘ But.. you don’t know how to cliff dive.'
'Seems like you don't, either.'
I sighed at this terrible confusion. But

07.07.25 ⟢ 367/350 words ~ Forgiveness

Author’s Note: It’s been two years since I’ve read this scene so if it’s a little inaccurate- apart from the forgiveness part, of course, please tell me ^^’

It all happens far too quickly. Rachel appearing, the rush to Mount Olympus, getting injured. But when I see Luke wrap his fingers around the handle, time seems to slow, and I fear I am under Kronos’s spell.

There’s nothing I can do but look down as the room stills, breath-taken.

Then: ‘Annabeth.. did you love me?’ The question slips out raw, untouched.

I hesitate. I can feel Percy's gaze settling in our direction, but this, this question, it feels different to a teenage crush. It feels like watching family slip away, and it is a hard question. I had never had any romantic feelings towards Luke, but as his golden eyes stare into mine, I feel the question turn over in my head. Did I love him? It's true that I adored him, many years ago, when we were out on the run and he and Thalia were my only guide, but do I love him now, after everything he'd done and everyone we'd lost? I couldn't look into his pleading eyes and say no- letting him carry his shame down to the Underworld, because the truth was..

'You were like the brother I never had. I admired you, Luke. More than you'd ever know. But I don't love you.'
It's hard for me to say, and I stare at the dagger once more, before adding quietly, ‘However, I forgive you.’

And I am telling the truth. Over the years, every mistake he'd made, every choice he'd undertaken, was all because of us, for his fellow demigods, and it was only when it was too late that he realised what he had to do. And even though it is at the expense of his own life, he does it for us. And that bravery is so Luke, so familiar, and I had never doubted once that he would do what he needed to do if the time came. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers, breath raspy, and I am sorry too. This has to be done. But at least now he can die at peace.

I watch as the Fates cut his thread and his crooked smile stays etched on his face, forever. Luke died a hero’s death.

Daily 07 - Forgiveness Day

Careers. I watched them in games from when I was young. Each one more brutal than the next. I heard they trained them from young, teaching them every single way they could kill. 12 did nothing of the sort, here reaping day was a day to fear. A day no one talked and the only words spoken were the cries of a reaped tributes sorrows. But in 1 and 2, it was different. All jumped at the chance to volunteer, it was normal. The games were games of honour and to win would be the greatest achievement you could ever earn.

I never knew the extent they’d go until the 74th. Cato. Clove. Marvel. Glimmer. With a few others. Each one tried their best to kill me, each attempt making me believe I would die. After Peeta and I won, they were painted as villains. Especially Cato.

Cato tried to kill Peeta, he killed god knows how many more in that games. Even form the start I knew he was in it to win. It was his single goal. I could tell. But when he grabbed Peeta, blood splattered on his skin and clothes, his eyes told a different a story. Once filled with determination and ambition to kill. Now filled with sorrow.

But as he choked at the words “I’m dead anyway.” I knew. It wasn’t his fault.

He had been trained that way, all of them. Conditioned in a way that normalized killing and glamourised the games. It was never his fault. After he fell, I listened to his screams. They went for hours. I just stood there wondering when it would stop. He didn’t deserve it, he didn’t deserve being framed as a villain. He didn’t deserve dying that way, none of them did. None of us deserve being put in these games.

My arrow flew, silencing the screams. Silencing the cries and the begging for another go at life. Another life where he wouldn’t have been brought up in this way. It wasn’t his fault, it never was. I can’t hold it against him, they were just kids, like me fighting for survival. And yet I’m forgiven and they won’t be. But I do forgive them.

Careers. I always thought they were inhumane, cruel people that took pleasure in the kill. They were just brought up that way, brought up to believe that the games were games of honor.

Today is Global Forgiveness Day! It’s a day to let go of grudges and find peace. So for this daily, I chose to forgive someone many people would never think to forgive: Darth Vader from Star Wars.

Darth Vader did a lot of terrible things. He helped the evil Emperor take over the galaxy. He hurt a lot of people, including his own family. He used to be a Jedi named Anakin Skywalker, but he turned to the dark side and became someone people feared. He even fought his own son, Luke Skywalker.

But if you really think about it, Darth Vader didn’t become a villain overnight. He was scared. He lost his mother and was afraid of losing more people he loved. The Emperor used that fear to control him. Anakin didn’t want to be evil—he just wanted to stop the pain. That doesn’t make what he did okay, but it helps us understand why he did it.

So today, I forgive Darth Vader. I forgive him for turning against the Jedi, for listening to the Emperor, and for all the damage he caused. I forgive him because forgiveness helps people grow and change. Holding a grudge only keeps the pain going—for both people.

When Darth Vader is forgiven, something changes. He starts to see that he can still do the right thing. In the end, he chooses to save Luke instead of obeying the Emperor. That one choice proves that there was still good in him all along.

After that moment, Vader isn’t just a villain anymore. He’s someone who made mistakes but tried to make things right. That’s what forgiveness does—it gives people a chance to be better.!

(375 words)

Daily 7

Warning: Violence, mentions of blood/gore

Luke roared in fury and launched himself at Percy.
“How dare you? How dare you foil my master’s plans? I was so close. I was going to have so much glory. Finally be recognised in this world! And you’ve taken everything away from me - Annabeth, my glory, and now my life. I’m going for you, Peter Johnson.”
Percy grinned sheepishly. “It’s actually Percy-”
He was cut off by a blade bouncing off his side, narrowly missing a piece of unprotected skin.
Percy advanced on Luke, rage boiling in his eyes. Annabeth’s body shook as she watched Luke’s sandy hair pepper with blood.


Annabeth watched in horror as Percy swung his sword at Luke, raised in an impressive arc, stopping right before his head as she let out a raw shriek.
“Percy, you can't!” She yelled, emotion tearing through her. She couldn’t watch Luke die. Not even after all the betrayal.

Percy frowned and looked at her in pained confusion.
“He has killed so many, he has betrayed you so much, and yet you can’t bear to watch him go?” He exclaimed. “You have to let him go, Annabeth.”
She shook her head, holding back tears. She swallowed a lump in her throat. He deserves to go, she told herself.

Percy pressed Riptide against Luke’s throat, and Annabeth tried to look away as blood trickled down his shoulder. Why was she being so… weak? So sentimental?“
He has to go.” Percy told her gently.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly. “OK.”
A scream ripped from Luke’s mouth. “Annabeth, why betray me like this? Can’t you forgive me? I can't leave this world. You told me I was like a brother. I
saved you. And this is how you treat me? You let me die?”

The Andromeda’s deck shook as if in agreement with him, the waves grew choppy, the clouds darkened.

“Forgive me?”

Annabeth sucked in a breath.

“I forgive you, Luke.”

Luke slipped from underneath Percy’s sword and made his way over to Annabeth. Percy stood there frozen in shock, his body rigid and still.
She shook as Luke’s arms wrapped around her, and tears stung in her eyes. Joy pulsed through her. She had finally been able to forgive him. He let go of her gently and smiled softly at her.

All of a sudden, his eyes hardened. He turned on Percy.
“You took her from me. My glory. Nearly my life, Now I’m going take her, your glory, your life.”

And with that he plunged his sword into Percy’s side.

Annabeth screamed in terror. Betrayal shot through her.

“Percy!”

Luke turned back to her.
“Think what we could do - together. Without that stupid Poseidon boy always distracting you. We could rule the world.”


She stepped back tentatively from Luke. Percy gazed at her. She gazed back. And in that moment, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake

Daily

They only knew me as the evil stepmother, the evil queen. I asked my mirror every day who is the fairest in all the lands, because nobody else would ever celebrate me. After all, who likes the woman who marries a widowed man, who then dies? They all blamed it on me, but his death broke me. After that, I was loved by nobody. All my life, I had been defined by my looks. I've always been beautiful, and whilst it has its perks, nobody sees beneath my perfect skin and dazzling smile. They see beautiful dark eyes, not the pain that hides within.

One day, though, everything changed. I asked my magic mirror who is the most beautiful, pleading for some small consolation that some part of me is worthy. When it said Snow White, my world shattered. What was I if not beautiful? Everybody hated me because of who I was perceived to be, and I leant into how they wanted to see me, because I was tired of standing up for myself. I couldn't have been as kind as Snow White, and I believed that to run the kingdom, hard decisions had to be made. Of course, though, the leader who makes the hard decisions is always hated.
I sat in my chamber, tears slipping down my cheeks as the whole world spun around me. I sank onto the floor. Then, the door creaked open, only to reveal her perfect face. Smooth, glowing skin and kind eyes and bouncing hair and red lips. She even had the audacity to look sympathetic. “Stepmother, what's the matter?” She edged towards me cautiously, obviously afraid, but her kindness winning out.
And my facade broke. I broke down and confessed all my problems to her through tearful hiccups.

And you know what she did? She hugged me, told me it was all ok and I… I deserved to feel like that. That broke me even more. I expected her to treat me as lesser, but respect rippled through her features. She said that if only everybody knew that, I wouldn't have to feel like this anymore. That everybody could respect me again, and it would all work out. And then, she told me I was beautiful

word wars #1 - against goflirk - 3 min - 176 words - prompt: of course, they drank the moon. again

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of course, they drank the moon. again. despite the treaties. despite the warnings etched into the bones of the last crew who tried. despite the fact that lunar distillation was technically classified as a war crime in three different quadrants and a fashion faux pas in two more. but they were bored. and curious. and slightly drunk on stardust already. so they gathered in the gravity lounge, robes optional, ethics abandoned, and uncorked the containment vial. the moon—what was left of it—slithered out in ribbons of silver vapor, humming in a key no human throat could match. “cheers,” said lieutenant voss, moments before his eyes turned into miniature black holes. someone applauded. someone else began to levitate. the ship’s AI tried to initiate a lockdown, but the override code had been replaced with a knock-knock joke. outside, the stars rearranged themselves into a warning. inside, time folded like origami. captain thorne grew antlers. ensign ray began speaking fluent comet. and still, they drank. because curiosity is stronger than caution. and the moon tastes a bit like || {fin. }

Daily July 7 416 words of story, 544 words adding context

So I recently watched the batman movie with christian bale and the idea is that people were putting this pollutant into the water system and were then going to evaporate all the water so that everyone would inhale the pollutant powder and go crazy and the city would destroy each other. There was this one dude who is the villain scarecrow, played by cillian murphy, and he gives the powder to people so he can plead that they're crazy and get them sent to an asylum instead of jail, but turns out he was actually just experimenting on them and making them go insane. He also was hit with his own powder at one point so he was also crazy. Anyways, here's my interpretation of him being forgiven.

“It's alright.” The police chief kneeled by Dr. Jonathan Crane. The doctor's eyes widened as he screamed out in fear.
“NO- NO GET AWAY FROM ME!” He scrambled backwards, but met a wall. Crane attempted to get on his feet and run away, but he quickly fell over. “Scarecrow, Scarecrow, Scarecrow,” he repeated, trembling in the corner. The chief sighed. This was certainly one of the weirder days.
“Give him the antidote.” Another man rushed forward and injected it into his arm. “Look, you're lucky. It's not everyday people get out of this kind of crime.”
“…what?” The doctor looked around. “No, no, the bat- he's- I'm-”
“No, the Batman isn't coming for you. You were under the influence of a drug. Turns out the whole thing was orchestrated by another party. Even though you were also going around shoving crazy powder in people's faces, there was someone else trying to use it to destroy the city.” The chief crossed his arms and stood over Dr. Crane, waiting for the antidote to kick in.
"What? You're wrong. I was the mastermind behind it all. I was going to-“
”No you weren't, Crane. You were just a pawn. And you're lucky you were, because otherwise you were facing life in prison.“
”So I'm just… free?“ Dr. Crane's eyes widened as he smiled maniacally. The chief rolled his eyes.
”Against our better judgement, yes, you've been forgiven. You better thank that bat creature if you ever meet him again.“ Crane quickly looked around at all the officers surrounding him. Suddenly, he grabbed his suitcase and leapt up, running into the ruins of the city. He still had time to execute his plan.

”Do you think we should've let him go?“ One officer asked.
”Oh absolutely not, he was up to something. Plus he was drugging everyone he could just for the pleasure of it.“ He scratched his mustache. ”Only reason he got away this time is because there were some… ninja people or whatever using him to try and destroy the city. Doesn't mean he's not a nut job too though. I have a feeling we'll see him again.“ They sat in silence for a minute, but then their radios crackled to life.
”We need recovery all over the city. The train rail is on fire and is continuing to collapse - if you're available please respond.“ The chief looked over.
”Well boys, looks like we've got work to do. I'm sure Crane will resurface sooner or later."

Daily #7
363 words
“President Snow.”
I look up and see the young woman that reminds me too much of my past. Of Lucy.
“Hello, Miss Everdeen.” I tell her. “How’s the rebellion?”
She sits in the chair in front of me and sighs. I offer her a rose but she waves it away.
“President…”
“Yes?” I ask, expectantly.
She looks up and says, “I’m sorry.”
I’m startled at her words.
“What do you mean?” I ask, surprised, “Shouldn’t you be blaming me like every other blasted rebel has whenever they approach me?”
Katniss fiddles with her mockingjay pin and I try not to focus on it. Lucy loved mockingjays too. The show’s not over till the mockingjay sings. That’s what she used to say.
“You see… the rebellion is… not what I thought it was. I’m not saying that I’m sorry for exposing your retched little Hunger Games and how you built our society but…” she sighs, “It wasn’t all your fault and… I forgive you for— I don’t know— doing all that. I guess you were trying to keep Panem strong and…”
“Oh, Miss Everdeen, I wish I was that much of a martyr. Please, I’m a terrible person. I killed so many people.I’ve betrayed so many people. I can’t be justified. But thank you for… not completely antagonizing me.”
Katniss offers me a small smile. “I’m not sure where Coin is going at all with her whole ‘New Panem’ plan. Honestly, she’s too corrupt for me. When the time comes for—“
“Coin to come to power?” I say, innocently, “You mean after I’m murdered. By you.”
Katniss sucks in a breath. “I’m not sure what I’ll do about that.” She admits, “I’ll probably end up messing everything up with Coon. I don’t… trust her. She seems to hate me.”
“Well, Miss Everdeen. Plenty of people hate you.”
She laughs for a second. “Does that include you? Never mind, I don’t want to know either way.”
I chuckle at that. “Oh, you probably don’t.”
“I should probably go.” She says, standing up. “I hope I was right about you. Please don’t prove me wrong.”
“I’ll try not to, Miss Everdeen. I’ll genuinely try.”

✦ daily 07 — frisk’s forgiveness ✦ fandom: undertale POV: frisk word count: 293

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you told me i was stupid. that mercy was weakness. that kindness was a trick. that LOVE meant level of violence, and the only way to survive was to hurt first, hurt harder, and never stop.

you laughed when i spared monsters who tried to kill me. you mocked me when i hesitated. you reset the world just to watch me break.

and i hated you for it.

i hated the way you smiled without a soul. the way you made me doubt myself. the way you made me wonder if i was really doing the right thing— if there even was a right thing.

but then i saw you.

not flowey. not the thing you became. but asriel.

a child. a brother. a friend.

someone who tried to save the person he loved most, and paid for it with everything. someone who woke up hollow, empty, and alone. someone who forgot how to feel, and filled the silence with cruelty.

you weren’t evil. you were hurting.

and i think… i understand that now.

you didn’t want to destroy the world. you just wanted to see if anyone would stop you. you wanted to know if someone would care enough to try.

i don’t forgive what you did. not the pain. not the manipulation. not the way you tried to make me like you.

but i forgive you.

because you were scared. because you were lost. because you didn’t know how to ask for help.

and maybe—just maybe— if someone had forgiven you sooner, you wouldn’t have become flowey at all.

so i’m letting go. of the fear. of the anger. of the timelines you shattered.

you’re not a monster. you’re just a kid who forgot how to hope.

and i forgive you.

✦ daily 07 — frisk’s forgiveness ✦ fandom: undertale ✦ POV: frisk ✦ word count: 393 ✦

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you told me i was stupid. that mercy was weakness. that kindness was a trick. that LOVE meant level of violence, and the only way to survive was to hurt first, hurt harder, and never stop.

you laughed when i spared monsters who tried to kill me. you mocked me when i hesitated. you reset the world just to watch me break. again. and again. and again.

and i hated you for it.

i hated the way you smiled without a soul. the way you made me doubt myself. the way you made me wonder if i was really doing the right thing— if there even was a right thing. you made me feel small. like hope was a joke. like love was a lie.

but then i saw you.

not flowey. not the thing you became. but asriel.

a child. a brother. a friend. someone who once believed in kindness too.

someone who tried to save the person he loved most, and paid for it with everything. someone who woke up hollow, empty, and alone. someone who forgot how to feel, and filled the silence with cruelty.

you weren’t evil. you were hurting. and you didn’t know how to stop.

and i think… i understand that now.

you didn’t want to destroy the world. you just wanted to see if anyone would stop you. you wanted to know if someone would care enough to try. you wanted to feel something—anything—again. even if it was fear. even if it was hate. because even hate is better than nothing.

i don’t forgive what you did. not the pain. not the manipulation. not the way you tried to make me like you. not the way you made me question who i was. not the way you made me feel alone.

but i forgive you.

because you were scared. because you were lost. because you didn’t know how to ask for help. because deep down, you still wanted to be saved. and maybe you didn’t believe you deserved it.

but you did.

and maybe—just maybe— if someone had forgiven you sooner, you wouldn’t have become flowey at all.

so i’m letting go. of the fear. of the anger. of the timelines you shattered. of the ache you left behind.

you’re not a monster. you’re just a kid who forgot how to hope.

and i forgive you.

daily july 7th


Sophie didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t believe it. Rafal was-
Her anger built and built and built, growing inside of her and threatening to topple over and reveal the witch inside her at any moment.
Then Agatha was there.
A warm hand on her shoulder jolted her out of thoughts. Sophie whipped around, pointing a finger at the intruder, hot-pink light emanating from her pointer finger. She relaxed when she saw that it was Agatha, large, bug-like eyes wide in shock, pink dress rumpled, and Sophie’s finger glow sputtering and winking out like a candle’s flame being blown out.
“Agatha,” Sophie started. “I-”
Agatha cut her off by pulling her into a hug. A tight one, one that promised Sophie that they were in it together, for better and for worse. Forever, until their happily ever after arrived. And Sophie melted into her best friend’s arms.
Finally, Sophie managed, “I can’t forgive Rafal. You know that. I just can’t, I’m so angry I could-”
Agatha cut her off before she could continue. Wise. “I know, Sophie. I know.” Agatha met Sophie’s eyes. “But we need to. We need to forgive him for taking over the School for Good and Evil, and we need to forgive him for taking you away from us. From our friends.”
Sophie’s eyes welled up at the reminder. “I know, but what if he-” She hiccuped. “What if he tries doing it again? I don’t want to be Evil.”
“I know. But I won’t let him.” Agatha squeezed Sophie’s hand. “We won’t let him.”
Sophie knew her friend knew her. Knew how desperate Sophie had been for her own happily ever after, because she wouldn’t get one if she was Evil. But Sophie was different now. She knew that she wasn’t desperate anymore, because she had Agatha and all of their friends.
And that was enough for her happily ever after.
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The School Master’s tower was tall.
It was very tall. And Agatha hated that.
But she was doing this for Sophie. Agatha knew if Sophie couldn’t forgive Rafal, if they couldn’t forgive Rafal, they were doomed. Because Sophie would destroy the world with her evil powers and evil-er laugh that belonged to the witch inside of Sophie.
And that would be very, very bad.
The window was so high, and there were no stairs. Typical. Agatha almost wished that Rapunzel could live in the tower instead, and they could climb up her hair like in the fairy tale. Agatha and Sophie, however, weren't so lucky. They had to stick to bricks that jutted outwards, providing handholds and footholds. Sophie almost stepped on Agatha’s hand once, but she didn’t say anything.
When they finally reached the window, Rafal was waiting for them. Obviously. Of course he knew. Why was Agatha surprised?
As Agatha expected, Sophie pointed her glowing finger accusingly at Rafal, and the air grew darker around them somehow.
“You,” Sophie growled, eyes dark and stormy. “It was all YOU-”
Agatha grabbed Sophie’s arm and pulled it down gently before Sophie could bring the whole tower down on them. “We forgive you,” she said to Rafal.
If Rafal was surprised, he didn’t show it. “And why is that?”
“Because-” Agatha had to force the words out. “Because you had your reasons, and we didn’t have a right to go around questioning them.” She hated herself for saying the words. Sophie, however, visibly relaxed, her shoulders slumping.
Rafal smiled that eerie smile of his. “Does that mean I could do it again, and you wouldn’t interfere?”
“NO!” Sophie and Agatha shouted at once. Sophie continued. “Just because we forgive you doesn’t mean that you can do it again.” She wagged her finger at him disapprovingly. “There’s a difference.”
Agatha almost laughed at the sight: Sophie scolding Rafal, who towered over her, as if he was a young child who had done something wrong. Rafal had done something wrong, certainly, but he was not young. He was very not young.
Rafal smiled again. “If that’s all, you should be going.”
Agatha almost protested when suddenly they were back in Sophie’s dorm room, tumbling onto the floor. And since Agatha didn’t want to say anything else after that dreadful visit, she hugged Sophie so hard that her best friend squeaked out that she couldn’t breathe.


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blehhhh this is the worst thing i've ever written
721 words

word war going here

word war:
against clevercomment from bi-fi
3 mins
prompt: “@ChueyTheCat - ”NO! NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!“
262 words written

”NO! NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!“ Ana suddenly yelled.
”What? Why in the mangoes not?“ Ray looked back at Ana with much confusion.
”My sister's still in there!“ Ana looked over at ray with wide, panicked eyes.
”You're kidding, right?“ Slade replied.
”…no, I'm dead serious,“
”UGH- Now we have to make it a whole thing and go back for her, and-“ Ray rolled her eyes.
”Or we could just leave her to burn!“ Ray suggested. Eyes were collectively rolled. ”Yeah alright, lets go get her.“
”Why was she even in the building?“
”I don't know, I just left her there while we went to do the job, I forgot that we were blowing the place up!“
”ohhhh my gosh, you always have to cause so much trouble. Of course we were blowing the whole place up!“
”Maybe we should leave you inside with her sister!“ Ray smirked.
”Haha, very funny.“ Ana replied. ”Of course it had to be when we were so close, too!“ The trio sprinted towards the doors.
”you know what we should've done? We should've set it off and ran in while it was starting to explode!“
”Dude, could you stop giving us really dark scenarios while we're trying to save my sister?“
”I'm just saying, we could be done with this mission already!“
”Oh yeah and you want to blow up an innocent four year old girl???!“
”I mean, when you put it that way… But you're the one who left her here!“
”Yeah alright, let's just get her out of this mess, please?"

7/7 daily! For the daily I have decided to choose Lady Tremaine, better known as Cinderella's evil stepmother. This writing I did was much different than my normal style so I hope you like it.


In a quiet kingdom nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, there was a woman. Many knew her as Lady Traminane, and she was Cinderella’s stepmother. She was infamous for her stern, harsh treatment towards cinderella. Her actions had caused much pain and her name was whispered across the kingdom with disdain. She was, after all, the epitome of a wicked stepmother, cloaked by her coldness and pride.

As the years went by, Lady Traminae became the least of the kingdom's worries. The kingdom faced hardships/ Time has a way of revealing truths unseen, and healing the wounds that were once seemingly too hard to mend. One day, an old woman, known for being gentle and being a counselor to all, came to see lady taminae. She told her that forgiveness was a gift every soul could be freed by, that holding on to bitterness and keeping grudges would only chain one to their past.

Moved by the old woman's words, Lady Tramaine began to reflect. She remembered her own pain, fears, and experiences that had made her the woman she was. She realized that not only had she harmed Cinderella, but her actions had tarnished her own spirit. With trembling hands, she sought out Cinderella, who was now grown and the queen of the land.

“I am sorry.” she whispered, her voice murky and thick with emotion. “For all of the pain I have caused you. I see now that this was born from my own fears. I ask now for your forgiveness, but not because I deserve it, but because I wish to find peace.”

Cinderella looked at her stepmother, her eyes filled with gentle understanding. “Forgiveness is a gift I choose to give,” she said softly, “Not just for your sake, but for my own peace.” Hearing these words, Lady traminae felt a warmth she had never known before. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized she was truly free. Uet her reaction wasn't one of triumph or pride, but one of humility and gratitude. She bowed her head, feeling lighter than she had in years.

Lady traminae didn’t change overnight, she wasn't magically a good person. But she spent the rest of her life dedicating herself to being kind. The kingdom. Witnessing her change, learnt that even the coldest of hearts could be warmed by the power of forgiveness, and that true nobility lay in the courage to seek it.

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word war with faith:
“NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!” I screamed to my mirror. I had to tell myself this. My house was full of cats. I could not set them on fire. I loved them too much. But, oh how I loved fire… and cats… but also fire…. How I loved bagels…. But now I’m getting off topic. I really can’t set my house and my cats on fire. I cann ot end the liives of my poor, sweet cats. They are too precious. They are too sweet. Their names are A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I ,J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z, Elf, Gremlin, Boblin-ears, Te Thing, Da One Who Screams at night, Suitcase, Angelica, Eliza, Pegy, Schuyler, Burr, Hamilton, Lafayette, Mulligan, Laurens, Jefferson, and Keyboad. They are my babies, and I need to hug them or all wil be lost. They love me, I love them, and I cannot set my house on fire with them in it. And I can’t move them, either. Nope. No sirree. They like my house, even if I don’t.


…. and that is the end. I believe that is the weirdest thing I've ever written.

July 7th Daily

(I slightly disagree with this daily. I don’t think forgiveness is always deserved or possible. I think trying to continue with your life, letting go of someone’s negative actions, and accepting that it was not your fault or in your control is good and a sort of forgiveness. But not everyone should be forgived and for serious things you should never try to force the one who got hurt into forgiving or tell them to ‘just let go of it’. Anyway, this is still a interesting daily idea so here is my sort of dragon prince fanfiction. Warning, it is kind of messy)

Dear Claudia,

I know you won’t ever read this. After all, I’m sitting here in my bedroom at my desk, writing on a piece of paper. You’re very far away right now. Except I don’t even know where you are, and I hope you’re okay, Claudia. Since you will never read this I’m not even sure why I’m writing it. I guess I’m like…writing a letter to myself? About you? Anyway. Like I said before, I do hope you’re okay, somewhere. I wish you had come home. Not to attack, not to get something, just because we’re brother and sister. I wish you had come home every time. When you and dad were heading towards the storm spire, I wish you had left with me. After the battle, I wish you had let me know that you were okay. And after the battle of Aaravos, I wish you hadn’t left us yet again. Why, Claudia? Why did you do what dad wants for so long? Why did you leave me? That sounds strange to say because you were always the one angry at me for leaving you…but in a way, we both left each other. I wanted you to come with me. You could have changed. We could have gone together. I only left you because if I didn’t, I was going to evil things that I just…couldn’t do. That no one should do. But you did everying that I left to avoid doing. You never left dad, and in a way you became him. At the storm spire, I still remember the speech I gave about who a villian is. Someone who convinces you to do awful things and makes you believe that they are right and good. And now, you fit the description of a villian. Why though? What made us different? Why didn’t you choose what I did? Why did you want to horrible, cruel things to get revenge for what happened hundreds of years ago? I don’t understand any of that, but also…I’m anrgy at you. Because dad always loved you more. You earned his aproval just by being yourself while I was never enough. I wasn’t smart, wasn’t serious, wasn’t harsh, wasn’t into magic like you were. And you always said that of course he loved me to…but Claudia, there is a reason I left him and you didn’t. Even a reason that mom left. Because we didn’t fit his harsh, powerful image, and you did. Or maybe I’m not even angry at you. But I wish you could understand that dad was not a good person. He did horrible things that he said were for his own family, but when his own family left, he just kept going. I don’t think it was ever for us. I think it was for himself because he wanted power. He wanted to feel strong and important and he though to feel that way, he needed to control not just Katolis but all of Xadia. What he had was never really enough for him. And now he’s dead. What am I supposed to feel about that? Our mother left our dad, he did terrible things, I left him and you didn’t, he died, you brought him back to life, the two of you did more terrible things and tried to unleash a great evil, and then…he died for good. Because of me, in a way. He sacrificed himself in the end. I was willing to give up my life, but he did it to himself. Is he a villain? A good person?A complex person who did care of us in a way, but was too focused on power to truly be good? I don’t know. I don’t how to feel, what to think, or what to do now that you’ve left me and he’s dead. But every choice dad made was his own. We didn’t make him do that and he could have stopped at any time. He didn’t, but it was not our fault he didn’t. And now I know what the right thing is, I know that I can be a good person and make the right choices that he did not, and I know what I want for myself. I want to be happy. I want to play with Zym, and be the crown guard for Ezran, and adventure with Corvus, and eat jelly tarts, and help build a new Katolis. I want to make a good future. But I don’t know how you fit into that future. Part of me wants find you, but the rest of me doesn’t think I’ll ever be able to and thinks…knows…that even if I did, I couldn’t change what you’re doing. Or maybe I could, somehow, with time and patience, and persuasion. But even if I could, I wouldn’t. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life chasing after you and hoping you will change like I did. You still could, but unless you want to, I don’t think you ever will. And I can’t make you want that. I can always love you, and care about you, and miss you, but I can also accept that your choices are your own, just like dad’s were his own. So…I love you. I hope you’re okay, and I know that now I am. I’m happy for myself and the future I’m helping to build. I’m glad for what we shared as siblings, and I’m also glad for what we don’t share anymore.

Goodbye, Claudia.

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Daily 07

note: okay, I had zero clue what to do for this daily, so I decided to write an au where gojo forgives geto

Geto limps down a dark alleyway, clutching his injured shoulder. “If I had Rika, there would be no need to sneak around gathering curses; the whole thing is absolutely wonderful,” he murmurs quietly to himself. He briefly glances up at the sky as the sun continues its descent. “It truly is the power to change the world,” he remarks. “Next time…” he whispers grunting, as his body cramps in pain, “I'll get my hands on her for sure, it's wonderful,” he repeats, continuing to trapse slowly down the alleyway. He lets out a long groan as he finally allows his body to relax against a stone building at the end of the alley. He closes his eyes and lets himself sink onto the graveled earth. “You're late again, as usual… Satoru,” he remarks.
Satoru Gojo takes a step towards Geto's slumped figure, “The ones in Kyoto,” Gojo begins solemnly, they were under your command?“
”Yes.. they all were,“ Geto responds, ”no matter what anyone tells you… I hate those monkeys,“ he says, leaning his head back against the wall. ”But…“ he continues, ”I never held any hatred for those at Jujutsu high school, return this for me, will you?“ Geto says, handing Gojo a bloody ID card. Gojo glances at the red, smeared card and sees the face of his beloved student, Yuta.
”Was the elementary school your doing too?“ Gojo asks, already knowing and expecting Geto's answer.
”It was,“ Geto confirms.
”I trusted you'd be yourself,“ Gojo begins deadpanned, I trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcers without a reason.”
“I'm a kind person, unlike Satoru, to think that you'd be the one here at my end, are you going to make sure my family is safe?” Geto questions.
“Every last one of them managed to escape to safety,” Gojo says. He pauses for a moment before continuing quietly, “Suguru..” Gojo begins, his heart aching furiously, “Tell me, do you have any last words?”
“I didn't think I had any of that left in me,” Geto says, his mind going over the years he had spent as Gojo's beloved. “After everything I've been through…” Geto says, trailing off.
Gojo takes another step forward and crouches in front of Geto before uttering three words, “I forgive you.”
Geto's eyes widen at Gojo's words before he lets out a small laugh, “The least you could do is hit me with some curses,” Geto says self-deprecatingly. Gojo slowly gets back on his feet and stands before Geto silently. The two share one last glance, their eyes filled with compassion rather than malice. Gojo's tear-stained, yet loving eyes are the last thing Geto sees before Gojo delivers the killing blow to the man he used to call his best friend. (463 words)

WORD WAR with @EvaEvergreen

156 words in 2 minutes, with the prompt by @dolphin786

I guess cliff diving off that crazy high cliff was NOT a good idea. I was so eager and hyped up to beat alyssa's ‘perfect’ dive that i completely dismissed one big thing.. the fact that im a mermaid. as my legs hit the water, i could feel them turning into a tail. i could hardly think, and under the cover of the frothing waves, i dove lower and found myself some cover in a cave below the cliff. i accidentally scraped my scales on some sharp rocks as i swam, and a stream of blood flickered through the water. but it wasn't enough for the people on land to notice. i whipped my tail as hard as i could and pulled myself into an air bubble further into the cave. i was worried that the people waiting for me on land were going to wonder where i was, considering i hadn't resurfaced for a good

◆◇◆◇◆ DEBRIEF 1: REVENGE ◆◇◆◇◆

“I'd heard revenge was a dish best served cold, but the catering staff seemed to have other ideas.”

“Would it be possible for you to prepare this for me?” I asked the catering staff with sickly sweet, honeyed words. A tupperware container laid in my hands, the contents of it were ‘meat’. “I have a friend who’s arriving soon, I was hoping it’d be possible for food to be prepared before they arrived.”

The staff smiled, taking the container and saying they’d be done as soon as possible. They didn’t need to know what it really was that they were cooking, no one had to know except for me and the woman who would be arriving at table 5 soon.

Speak of the devil, here she is, walking through the doors with fake confidence. I hated her guts, but I’d be willing to act like her friend for just a few minutes.

“Hello Ms. Minci,” She smiled with such pointed teeth, one could describe her as a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They wouldn’t be wrong with that. I nodded, returning her greeting out of politeness.

“I already ordered for the both of us.” I told her, she seemed fine with this. She wouldn’t be soon.

The food arrived. It was steaming hot, warm even. The woman across from me happily took a bite. I grinned.

“So, how’s your daughter doing?” I asked, making small talk I hated.
“She’s studying in Tokyo.”
“Really?” I smiled.

Her daughter wasn’t in Tokyo.
Her daughter was in her stomach right now.

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