Daily 7:

Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved. You can get 200 points for this daily and an additional 150 points for sharing proof.

Dorothy threw the water at the Scarecrow, and the witch jumped out of the way. “Ahhh! You nearly melted me!” She shrieked. But now they didn’t have any more water. Dorothy sighed. “Look. I’m just trying to get home. I don’t want to be here. I don’t even want these shoes very much! There nice and all, but really, I just wanna go home. And yet YOU are trying to kill me, just because I have these shoes.”
“Oh. Hmm. Well, you did squish my sister” Said the witch “And I’m really sorry about that! But it was an accident. And it’s really annoying how you’re trying to kill me.” Dorothy said. “Well. I’m sorry.” Said the witch, crossing her arms. “Okay, I forgive you. IF you stop trying to kill me.”
“Well, okay. Fine.” And then they shook hands. “I am really sorry about your sister. I wish I could give you the shoes. I just don’t know how.” They all were silent. “I forgive you too.” Said the Scarecrow. “Alright then.” The witch said. “Let’s go talk to Glinda. Maybe she can help.”
“You know her?” Asked Dorothy. “A bit.” The witch sighed.
They arrived in munchkin land. People gasped when they saw the witch, and were met with eyerolls or glares from her. They arrived at Glinda’s house, and knocked on the door. “Yes- Oh!” Glinda said, when she opened the door and came face to face with the witch “Oh! Wh-What brings you here?” Glinda said, her voice even more high pitched. “Shoes.”
“Wh-what?”
“Help the girl get gosh darned shoes off her feet” Snapped the witch. “Um, Dorothy? Why did you bring her here?” Glinda said, through a forced smile, clearly uncomfortable. “So, me and the witch forgave each other and now we just need to get the shoes off my feet.” Dorothy said “But Dorothy, the shoes are very powerful, so we can’t let the witch have them.”
“Yeah, but they haven’t done me any good, and they belonged to her sister, so it seems fair to give them to her.” Dorothy said “Soo, how do I get them off?”
“Um.” Glinda looked from the witch to Dorothy. “Fine. I’ll tell you.” Glinda sighed, then explained. With some trail and error, they got the shoes off. “Thanks.” Said the witch. “Wait, you can’t give her the shoes!” Said some munchkin. “No asked you!” The witched snapped. “Wait. how I do get home?”
“The magic was inside of you all along-” Glinda began “No one wants to hear that garbage.” The witched said. Glinda glared at her. “Here, girl. I can just magic ya back, ‘kay?” Said the witch. “Okay.” Dorothy replied. And the witched magicked her and Toto home. The end.

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Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved. You can get 200 points for this daily and an additional 150 points for sharing proof.

project.HERO-A1A4 looked down at his little brother. He’d always denied they were brothers, personally, saying that they had no parents, so there was no way to share them.
But eventually he’d admitted to himself that SHIELD created both of them, and that was close enough.
And eventually he learned there was more to family than the programming of your DNA.
Only took getting killed and being rebuilt to stop being such a fool.

“Why’d you do it?” He’d asked.
project.HERO-A1A1 (or Percy, as he’d apparently been called for all the years project.HERO-A1A4 had simply been a pile of scraps being hidden away by HYDRA) shrugged. “You were… I had to know why you did it.”
He stared at this whole new person who’d changed himself completely after the years of freedom. Percy was always technically older than him, having been created first, but was always still considered the “youngest” of the prototypes. And yet there wasn’t any way to continue denying that he was older now. He’d aged, unlike project.HERO-A1A4, physically and mentally.
“I can’t…” he hesitated, “justify my actions.” He looked at his hands. “Especially not when they hardly feel like my own. My past memories are blurry, and most of these aren’t even close to the same pieces. Also… did you change my personality??”
Percy’s eyes widened. “Oh, um. I didn’t… well… I wasn’t too involved in a lot of rebuilding you. I wasn’t as involved as I should’ve been at least.”
“Oh.”
“But I just… I guess I… I don’t know what I wanted. This is a lot… scarier than I imagined.” He sighed. “Do you forgive yourself? Or, I suppose, more realistically, do you forgive the person you were meant to be?”
He hesitated for a moment. “No. I fear I don’t.”
Percy nodded, a bit disappointed, as if this realistic answer was super annoying for the plot or something. “Do you forgive Bucky? Or Natasha? Or Loki?”
“…Did you kill somebody and just want to check if I’d be okay with that?”
“What-?! No!! I’m honestly shocked I’ve never even killed anyone before, all things considered… But I—“ He paused, and inhaled. “I guess I wanted to see if I could justify the fact that I’ve forgiven you. I wanted to see if I’d forgiven you or if I was just holding onto what I thought you were.”
“…And…?”
Percy sighed. “It’ll take me some time to come to terms with it. I was hardly impacted by a lot of your actions, but… I think I’ve really forgiven you, whether I like it or not.”

NOTES
Percy and project.HERO-A1A4 are both characters of mine that I made to insert into the MCU, for some context.
A1A4 was canonically (a weird thing to say about my own characters that I inserted into a story I didn’t write) murdered by the Winter Soldier, and does not actually get rebuilt, as far as I can tell (weird thing to say about my own characters). I suppose in this story, he hardly was rebuilt as himself anyway (they did indeed change his personality lol), however I thought it would be easier to write Percy forgiving him if there was a chance for dialogue (I love writing dialogue!! I am not good at dialogue.)

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Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved. You can get 200 points for this daily and an additional 150 points for sharing proof.

I am NULL.

Of course, Alan should’ve known that freeing himself from NULL’s grip wouldn’t be so easy. His mind was throbbing, pounding, it was like something was inside his skull, trying to break free.

NULL!

He could hardly think—his thoughts were occupied on how much his head hurt, at how much pain was surging through his head. He couldn’t break down, he left the dream world so he could have what he wanted, he left the dream world just so he could be happy. He couldn’t—he couldn’t let NULL take over his head. Attempting to form coherent words in his head, ignoring the terrible pain that coursed through his skull, he tried to articulate words. He hoped his thoughts was in fact a way to communicate with NULL.

What do you want?!

A voice came back, sounding the same as his, yet the tone was dark. The voice, low and mocking, began to speak. It somehow overpowered Alan’s throbbing head.

“Your body has capability for unlimited power,” NULL whispered, sardonic, “Crossveil offered your body in exchange for Sunlily’s peace. Of course, I’m going to double-cross them. Your body has all the capabilities I’d need to take over.”

Alan imagined what NULL meant by taking over. It would be in the same way Moonlily had fallen. NULL would override the systems, causing Sunlily to crumble. Phantasmas would go rogue as well, the land would become a dystopian wasteland, overrun by Phantasmas.


Moka.
Lemo.
Yuni.

What would happen to them if NULL made Sunlily crumble?

Alan dashed out the door, ignoring his sister’s call, asking for him to come back, what was wrong. He ducked into a nearby alley, panting. His head pulsed, no doubt NULL attempting to fully take over.

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head!

“No.” NULL mocked, if Alan could see NULL right now they’d probably be grinning.

NULL, why are you doing this?!

“I oppose Crossveil’s rule, keeping peace and harmony isn’t needed. The wicked rule the land. I was discarded, and I wish to come back to glory.”

You’re doing this because you were discarded?

“Of course, if they refuse to forgive me then I will refuse to forgive them.”

I forgive you!

The throb lessened.

“What?” NULL’s voice came, now unsure and confused. Now was Alan’s chance.

I don’t know your history, but you can deserve forgiveness. Please NULL, I truly do forgive you!

NULL chuckled, though Alan couldn’t tell the emotions that were behind it. It was hard to tell how an AI felt—perhaps it didn’t feel anything at all.

“I appreciate your forgiveness Alan.”

Hope blossomed in Alan’s chest.

“But unfortunately I will not spare Sunlily until they forgive me.”

The throbbing came back.

“Wait! NULL!” Alan cried out, speaking aloud now.

It was too late.
His body was no longer his.
It was NULL’s.

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Words Written: 521/350
Prompt: Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved. You can get 200 points for this daily and an additional 150 points for sharing proof.



DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS FOR STAR TREK DISCOVERY SEASONS ONE AND TWO!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Also, the characters are *very* out of character, like Michael probably wouldn’t and Kat and Prine Lorca definitely wouldn’t forgive Mirror Lorca, considering MIRROR LORCA BLEW UP THE BURAN- So that is very fun!! Anyways, we begin. Oh, and this starts off fairly AU, Pippa and Prime!Lorca are still alive hehe.

“Wh- what? Why are there two Lorcas on the Discovery? It was destroyed nine months ago in active combat,” Katrina said, so utterly confused. Her heart was racing, because she knew, she just knew that there was something off about this one. “I…”

“Admiral Cornwell.” The calm voice of Commander Saru brought Katrina back to the present moment. “The Discovery… has been through a terrible ordeal.”

“And her… captains?” Katrina asked, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.

“Captain Lorca… or, the real Captain Lorca has been found… in a different universe. The Captain Lorca you’ve known for the past few months has been an imposter.” Saru said, explaining the situation calmly.

“Oh my god,” Katrina whispered. Gabriel - her Gabriel Lorca - alive, and most probably not at fault for the Buran.

“Katrina… Kat… Admiral Cornwell,” One of the identical people stepped forwards, and Kat just knew this was hers, this was her Gabriel, the one she loved.

“Gabriel… I..” Katrina was speechless. How did she start this? I thought you were dead was almost too blunt, but there was no other way to put it. “I thought you were dead. First with the Buran, second with the Discovery. God.”

“Kat, it’s okay,” Gabriel said, stepping up to hug her. Kat almost had tears in her eyes. He was leaning into her, just like old times.

“The universe I was in… it is a dark place, Kat,” Gabriel explained. “It is like looking into a mirror. Your intentions are the same, but your motives are twisted.”

Katrina stood there to consider things for a moment. “Were you on the Buran when it…”

“No,” Gabriel said. “I wasn’t. But my mirror self was, and I can’t blame him for doing what he did. It was what he wanted to do.”

“But Gabriel- the lives lost on the Buran- How can you just forgive him like that? Have you lost your mind?” Katrina exclaimed.

“Kat, I’ve told you,” Gabriel said. “The mirror universe is different to our own in a lot of ways. And I don’t blame him for doing what he did. He saw it as a way to escape, to survive.”

Katrina took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. Lorca,” she said, standing up as straight as she could. “I forgive you.”

“As do I,” Saru added gracefully.

“And I, as well,” The voice of Michael Burnham was a surprise to Katrina, after she’d been silent for the past few minutes.

“I do, too.” The pilot - Detmer, if Katrina recalled correctly added.

“And I,” Another bridge crew added. Soon, all the bridge crew stood united in their forgiveness of the Mirror Lorca’s actions.

“Well, Starfleet has one heck of a mess to clean up,” Katrina said, just imagining the nightmare it would be untangling the actions of the Mirror Lorca from his counterpart. “And we have to find a way to send him home. Having one Lorca run around this universe is hard enough.”

“There is one thing you should know,” the mirror Lorca said, almost with an evil smile on his face. “Your Phillipa Georgieu is still alive in my universe.”

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7th July Daily

Mother Gothel if she didn't “die” and was captured instead :o

I cover my pillow over my head as an attempt to block the horrible noise coming through the vents. Mother was weeping again. I know she's not my actual Mother but I can't help but call her that, I've never known here as anything else.
I groan, rubbing my eyes and slothfully getting about of bed. It was about time I see why she has continued to cry. Continued to pitifully sob down there in the dungeons even after months have passed since she was captured and exposed for kidnapping me at a young age. I know she doesn't really care about me after all. Well, unless you count her lusting for my hair, and eternal youth. I carefully approach the vent on the floor and hesitantly shout down. “Mother..?”. I curse myself silently for calling her that but make no attempt to correct myself. After a few seconds, she responds.
“Yes Rapunzel dear?”
I stay silent for a moment, not knowing where to go with this conversation, before building up the courage to speak once more.
“Why did you do it?” I mutter out, “Were all those years you spent caring for me a lie?Did you truly never feel anything towards me?”. Tears swell up in my eyes but I refuse to be so weak as to cry and swiftly wipe them away from my eyes. There is silence for a moment, and only for a moment before I hear mother taking a deep breath.
“Well..it is true that my first intentions were to keep you locked away forever but over the years I grew fond of you, Rapunzel. I did eventually grow to love you.” she says, slowly and carefully as if she doesn't want to upset me by saying the wrong thing.
“If you loved me why would you keep me locked away?” I respond, slightly happy that we're finally having this bittersweet conversation.
Mother answers softly“I wanted to keep you safe and also… protect what was mine”
I let her words sink in for a moment as I remember the horrible things she did to me when I tried to escape and they pain me. However, I do also remember our joyful memories together.
“Mother?” I speak once again.
“Yes Rapunzel?” she says nervously.
I start again, “Do you ever regret it?”
“Taking you, no, that was one of the best decisions I had ever made because if I didn't, I wouldn't have been able to raise you. However, I do regret not sending you back sooner to your real parents and keeping you confined in the tower.”
I gulp, taking in her words, they weren't necessarily right but they weren't really all that wrong either. My thought process is interrupted when she questions me in that newly found soft tone of hers.
“Do you think you'd ever find it in your heart to forgive me, Rapunzel?”
“I will, but I shall not forget Mother.”

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Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved

I can tell you right now that Draco Malfoy is a very very different type of antagonist.

Everybody in the Harry Potter is always divided:
1. I hate Draco Malfoy with my entire heart
2. I love Draco Malfoy and have five reading lists full of fanfictions of him

Every one always fights about whether he's a lovable character a not, and how he totally didn't deserve all the hate. Everybody justifies his actions.

It is true, that Draco's actions were incentives provided by the wrong people. Yet some actions cannot always be justified- some actions were of his own choice. Some actions were done not because anybody told him to, but because he saw it fit.

At the end of the day, however, it was all to gain favour from his emotionally absent looking ahh father and that no nosed baldy, who he was taught to look up to as the two most important people in the world. This does not justify his actions, no- this shows that every action is more complex at core. Every action is more complex when you look at it from the aspect of not the reader of the father, but from the heart broken mother who is in the illusion that she has a say.

That's right. This isn't about Draco- this is about Narcissa.

Narcissa was a character that wasn't quite emotionless, but rather spineless when it came to doing the right thing. She would much rather sit back in her safe home, watch as other suffered, as long as her family stayed safe. Scratch that- as long as her son stayed safe.

All she loved the most in the world was her dearest, dearest little boy.

She betrayed the entire group of death eaters, left their only one target alive, because she knew her son was safe. Because her motherly love was far more overpowering than any other feeling in the world, whether it be loyalty, greed, acceptance, or safety.

So, Narcissa Malfoy, in the name of the absolute and utmost priority of your own flesh and blood, the only person who truly cared about you,
your sins have been forgiven.

please note that I do not approve of any choices that Queen Scarlet made in Wings of Fire and that no matter what, what she did is not okay in any scenario. I never did like her in canon but, I do feel like based of what is canon about Firestorm this could pretty much be canon.
Wings of Fire - Queen Scarlet
Word Count: 568

(Scarlet 's past when she is really young)
Scarlet had woken up to her mother Queen Firestorm screaming at someone again. Her voice was something that Scarlet would probably remember until she passed away. She remembered her youngest sister who had been sent to the Northern Outposts because she didn't meet Firestorm's standards for beauty. Day in and day out that seemed like the only things her mother cared about : being cruel and beauty. But, more often than not she took her anger and directed it towards Scarlet. Scarlet was supposed to be Queen and challenge Firestorm for the crown one day, something her mother did mocked her for. Always saying that Scarlet would never actually be good enough to be Queen and the children she would raise would be pathetic like her because she was too soft and if she was actually going to be a proper queen she and to actually dedicate herself to it. She was always comparing Scarlet to her sisters and making them pretty much compete against each other to see which one of them could steal the best thing from someone in the palace. Scarlet swore that one day when she had dragonets things would be different. She would raise them with love and care and not be like her mother.

(Years later, when Scarlet is already Queen and Firestorm is no longer as well as Canyon.)

As Scarlet looked at her mother's portrait she could already feel her sanity slipping away. All the promises she had made to her past self were broken. She could already feel that she was a bad mother. And looking at Firestorm's portrait reminded her that her mother was the way she was like this. At least she has enough sanity to remember that. Her mother while being alive was twisted inside and out. And while she was the one who raised Scarlet all she could think of was that it was her fault. Maybe, just maybe if she had stuck to past her's promises this would be different. And she would actually raise Tourmaline as a good Queen. But, after all her mother's comments that she was as lazy as a Rainwing and that she was never enough she was just mostly afraid that she would be a terrible mother which she was turning out to be. She felt like her 3 year old self who had wished for a different mother, Tourmaline and her sisters and brothers probably did too and she couldn't hold that against them. She knew she was cruel, and she knew she was going insane even she didn't trust her mind anymore.

(After Queen Scarlet passes away and the new Queen is Queen Ruby),

Ruby stood at the memorial spot. She knew it was still slightly stupid to mourn her mother after all that she did but, she knew that almost every Skywing Queen has either gone insane or covered up going insane. And she had remembered hearing her mother talking to her grandmother's portrait when she was little and supposed to be in the hatchery if Firestorm was finally proud of her. Ruby laid down the flowers and whispered to the herself more than the memorial “It's alright, while I might never forget what you did do I forgive you. For everything…” Drying the years that were pouring down her face she turned and walked back into the palace.

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my wpm: 55ish
prompt: I'd heard revenge was a dish best served cold, but the catering staff seemed to have other ideas.
opponent: @CodingAnd_Stuff
word count: 298


I sighed looking longingly at my best friend turned enemy. How could she have done this? I needed to get back, I just didn't know how. How could she be so cruel, how? Revenge shall soon be mine, I whispered under the moonlight. I stared at her, her pale lashes framing her ever so cute face. I knew I would do whatever it takes to get back at her. She had messed up my one chance to talk to marcus. And now, I knew what I was going to do. I stalked her all the way back to her tiny apartment, and with the BB gun in hand I made my way to the elevator. Bam bam. I shot the gun at her window and it shattered with a thud. She screamed. I could hear it. I bolted out into the street with a mischievous grin on my face. I liked this thing called revenge. It's sweet. They say revenge is best served cold, but revegent to me, was dessert, sweet sweet sweet dessert. Revenge was given, and I could finally be at peace. For what Emily did to me was far worse than I ever suspected. I knew she was capable of evil, but not THAT evil. I cried many nights before I attacked her. She messed up, really bad. And I paid the price. Some parts of me kind of feel bad, but not really. If she could mess things up for me, coulding i do the same? Didn't she deserve it? Was revenge what I was looking for? Now I wasn't so sure of it. I look over and I see her gazing at me. Like she knew what I did, like she could see into my soul. She smiles at me, and I cringe.

Daily #7 - Forgiving Him - 619 words
Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved.

The war was over. The Dark Lord had been defeated. The Golden Trio, along with Luna, Neville, and the Weasleys had been relaxing at the Burrow for a week.
“Harry! My mum has breakfast,” Ginny states from the door.
Groggily, Harry sits up and grabs his glasses from the nightstand next to the bed. He finds himself studying Ginny’s figure.
“Snap out of it!” Ginny teases as she walks over and messes with his hair.
“Fine, fine. You caught me,” Harry admits as he stands up and gently kisses Ginny’s forehead.
She blushes, grabs his hand, and leads him downstairs for breakfast.
The Weaselys were all gathered around the table. Harry follows Ginny as she sat down next to George. A few moments later, Hermione, Luna, and Neville appear at the top of the stairs, and walk down to join. Hermione sits next to Ron, while Neville and Luna sit with Harry.
Multiple little conversations happen around the table as everyone eats. Harry feels peaceful, and it was amazing; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way.
Everything was blissful, until there was a knock at the door.
“Harry, dear, could you answer the door?” Molly Weasley requests.
“Of course,” Harry replies as he stands up, walks over to the door, and opens it.
To Harry’s surprise, someone he hadn’t seen since the Battle of Hogwarts. He felt his eyes bulge and his mouth drop open.
“No need to be that shocked, Potter,” Draco Malfoy states nonchalantly.
“What are you doing here?” Harry demands.
“Listen, I know you hate me - I don’t blame you. But, I can’t go back home. My father hates how my views have changed. I can’t keep up the whole ‘pure-blood obsessed thing’ - it’s not worth it for me,” Malfoy explains.
Harry couldn’t speak. He didn’t know what to do with the situation before him. Malfoy was here, and asking for forgiveness.
“Harry, everything alright - oh, hi Malfoy,” Luna stated as she walked over to the door. “Why are you here, Malfoy?”
“I can’t go home,” Malfoy began.
“Oh, come on in! Molly’s served breakfast!” Luna told him cheerfully as she gently pushed Harry out of the way.
“Oh, okay,” Malfoy mumbles hesitantly as he walks through the door.
Harry stares at Luna in disbelief.
He mouths, “What are you doing?”
She mouths back, “Just trust me.”
Harry, Luna, and Draco walk to the dining room. All the conversations abruptly end.
“Um, Harry? Luna? Why is Malfoy with you?” Ron asks with food halfway to his mouth.
Luna jumps in, “He just needs somewhere to stay. He can’t go home.”
Draco nods in agreement.
“Oh, come get food! Sit down,” Molly tells him.
She piles up a plate of food for him, while Luna grabs an extra chair and puts it next to hers. Draco sits and starts inhaling the food Molly served him. Ron keeps glancing between Harry, Luna, and Draco. Harry could tell he was confused, but he knew that Ron needed to piece things together on his own.
Molly and Luna make sure that Draco is involved in the conversations. At first, everyone is a little tense, but as the meal goes on, everyone starts to grow more comfortable.
After breakfast, everyone wanders off to do their own things. Harry and Draco stay in the dining room a couple minutes after everyone leaves.
“So, are you gonna stay here for a while?” Harry asks.
“Yeah, at least until I can get my life together,” Draco states before he sighs. “Do you still hate me?”
“I don't know,” Harry replies. “How about a truce? Until we can work through everything that happened at Hogwarts.”
“Sure,” Draco agrees.
The two shake hands.

Daily 7:

“The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.”
— Matthias Helvar, Six of Crows (Chapter 35)

Wylan:

Wylan clutched Jespers long, slender fingers in his hands to stop the tremors running through him. He tried to focus on Jesper, his dark, zemeni skin and the motion which his fingers moved, unbuttoning and buttoning his buttons, tracing the rim of his hat, stroking his pearl revolvers, scratching the nape of his neck. It was hard to focus on someone so energetic, constantly moving and his mind began to wander, to what he was about to do, who he was about to meet, where he currently was. It was all so overwhelming, and he clutched Jespers hand tighter, his own getting sweaty and clammy. It was what Inej said a few months ago that brought him here, to see his father once more.
“You can't keep running from your fears,” she'd said “because they'll catch up eventually.”
Wylan kept his eyes fixed on the ground, “I'm not running from my fears.”
She raised an elegant eyebrow, “Then why won't you go see him. He's your father after all.”
“I don't think I'm ready for that yet.” In truth, he'd thought about his father every night and every day and the dreams only got worse. He imagined his disappointed face when her realised his son was worthless, or the crazy look on his face when he attempted to kill him.
“So when will you be ready?” Her face enquiring, “When will you be ready to face him? To rid yourself of this weight you hold.”
He didn't know. He didn't know when he would stop letting his father take the wheel and drive his own life, when he would let go of his words and form his own. it might not be ever, he might be stuck as a ‘worthless skiv’ forever, and his life would be wasted.
“People say forgiveness is foolish. I disagree. I believe forgiveness is essential, but not forgetting is too. You forgive to grant yourself peace, not because he deserves it, but because you do. You don't forget how he's hurt you, everything he's done or said against you, you use that and funnel it to anger and use it to drive you. To turn your weaknesses to strengths.”

He hadn't forgotten her words, the way she looked at Wylan like she really believed in him. He used that memory of her as strength when the purple cladded stadwatch escorted them to his fathers cell, but nothing could prepare him for what he saw. His father was skinny, bones visible beneath the rags he was dressed in. His head was hung low and his previously wispy hair cut down to nothing. He drew a sharp breath, eyes stinging from the stench. He was rooted to the stop in terror, muscles tensed, skeleton vibrating violently.

Jesper:

Wylan had frozen beside him. His hand that was clutching his so hard he thought if might block his blood supply now went slack, his skin was pale and he looked like had a fever. Van eck was in tatters before him, a pathetic echo of what used to be a great merchant and honourable member of council. /Good./ he thought /Let him taste the terror he put so many in. Let him pay for what he did to Inej./ But a part of him felt sympathy, not for the man himself but for his son. Despite everything he'd done to Wylan, which Jesper could not forgive him for, he was still his Father, and it distinguished a little fire in him to see his boyfriend looking once again afraid and helpless.
“Wylan.” He whispered, shaking him a little, “Wylan!”
Yet he made no response but to clamp a hand over his mouth, tears on the verge of breaking through.
“It's ok. We can leave now, you don't have to do this.” But Wylan shook his head, eyes wide with shock. Jesper pinched and the bridge of Wylans nose, un-clamping his hand from his mouth, forcing him to breath steady breaths, until he regained stability.
“Father.” Wylan said, with quite a steady voice for someone who'd been crashing out not long ago.
“What do you want, Wylan.” Van Eck practically spat out .

— This bit is tempurary bcs i had 2 rush id 4 the daily

“ I forgive you father, not because you deserve it but beacuase i have to let go. I have to grow up from what you've named me and become myslef. Goodbye.”

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I thought the resturant woul d like this I can’t belive it! Of course no one likes revenge, but still, they had to appreciate my style. I stood on the sidwalk admiring my work as I watched the back half of the restatant explode. The colors light up the fabuolously like fireworks in a beautiful spectrum of blues reds green white purples. The cold part might be a bit confusing but it was bcaause I hadn’t set just any place on fire it was the freezer room. So not exactly cold since now it was exposed and kind of on fire and what not but still, you know, it was the freezer room so it kind of counted. I was rather proud to be honest. And you know it was very well deserved because the other restarunut had set mine on fire a month back as well and also filled the room with old gross towels which was really not nice and drove out a lot of customers, did not like that at all. So it was really super very extremely deserved and I was glad to have gotten revenge. And yeah one month was a very long time for revenge but hey I did my best and it had ended up awesome and I was glad that the other restarunt was now burned. Except oh now there came the owners rushing out to throw…pizza and stuffed animals at me. Uh that wasn’t scary except suddenly a cat stuffed animal sailed through the air and hit the sidewalk with a explosion wow that was actually scary now. I took off running as fast as I could explosions

Okay wow this has many typos

ATLA fic, takes place sometime post-s3. i don’t think i made zuko awkward enough. :sob: (i tried really hard, too agh) buuut maybe i’ll rewrite this after some rewatching and rereading of redeemed zuko (i’m currently in s2 on my rewatch)

If Song had said she hadn’t thought about Lee in a long time, well, it would be mostly true. It’s just that sometimes she would look out at the new ostrich horse in the yard, and wonder—wonder what would compel someone to repay kindness with cruelty. Wonder where the stolen one was now. Wonder if maybe she could have said something different. Wonder if maybe it was possible to be so angry you didn’t realize you were hurting, too. Like a headache so bad you didn’t notice the hunger pangs. So, she wasn’t really thinking about him at all. Just about fire, and pain, and anger, and all the ways people burn.

That morning—it must have been over a year ago now—she’d awoken to a strange hollow, sad feeling in her stomach. The night before had dredged up several ghosts. Her father. Her village. Song remembered running away from a burning house. She remembered how her life betrayed her trust in it. Everything once sturdy, crumbling. Everything falling away, falling away—and, worse than that, sometimes lingering. A mountain on the horizon. You could run far away, so far you couldn’t remember what it felt like on the peak, but it remembered. It remembered you, and watched over you, at times comforting, at times overbearing, crushing, a rock or a ceiling beam obstructing your breathing; an embrace that would kill you. I will not forsake you, it said. Yet she had already been forsaken, over and over. She was used to the feeling. In some ways, it might have been better. Now only the memories clung to her tightly. It had taken weeks to get the smell of smoke out of her nose.

It had taken weeks for her to get used to the absence in the yard, to the new twist in her gut when she looked at the scar on her leg. Anger flaring. Anger at herself, at him. She tried so hard to reclaim that trust, to remember how it felt—to be scarred—to be betrayed—to lose everything.

She hardly felt that way anymore. She looked at her scar and remembered and felt strong for not carrying an ache.

The sun drew low on the horizon as a young man in red robes walked through the hospital door. A gold band pulled his hair into a bun on the top of his head. He looked important, and carried himself well. Still. He was Fire Nation. She couldn’t help thinking the red looked dangerous, even if the war was over. Even if, as he turned to her, he smiled. Kindly. Revealing the scar over the left half of his face.

Song’s heart stuttered. She fumbled with the bandages she’d been rolling. She was suddenly grateful her mother wasn’t here. To fill the silence. Silence seemed the right thing.

Lee bowed, long and deep. Uncertainly, his eyes flicked up, scanned her face for signs of—what? Recognition? Forgiveness? Softness, kindness, naivitë? Song set down the half-rolled collection of bandages. She smoothed her apron, very angry at him for not being the first to speak.

“I’d thought—” No. What she had thought didn’t matter. He had taught her that once already. Song didn’t much like learning the same lesson twice.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Song pressed her lips together. Sorry was good. Sorry was a start. But—she had no idea—how many things she had to forgive him for.

Lee took a step forward. Song stepped back. He closed his eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked.

His irises glinted amber-gold in the failing sunlight. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I—I’m not very good at this.” He cleared his throat. Crossed his arms. Uncrossed them, shifting backwards. “My name, um, isn’t Lee. It’s Zuko.”

Zuko. As in….

Song had heard of the new Fire Lord, of course. His scar, his speech, his promises. If Song had said she hadn’t wondered about Lee when she’d heard, well, it would only be mostly true.

“Yeah. As in…Fire Lord.” He scratched his cheek with a fingernail. “But—that’s not important here.”

Song nodded. Something in that—got her a little closer. His status was the least important thing.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Just…to say sorry. Your ostrich horse—it was wrong of me to steal it. Especially after…,” he trailed off. Then, after a breath, pushed forward, words coming fast: “Well, you—and your mom—did so much for me and my Uncle. I’m sorry. That’s all.”

Kindness repaid with cruelty. She felt a ghost of the trust from that night fill her ribcage. Somehow, it made it easier to breathe, even if its existence threatened betrayal.

Song felt that maybe she’d been right all along. Once anger was peeled back, in its place was necessarily hurt. Like an angry inflammation giving way to scar tissue. Hurt was safe—hurt could be healed. Anger must be banished. Hurt must be accepted, handled gently, until it became soft.

Knowing this, Song walked forward. Zuko looked caught, but he didn’t move. His face still held that same tension. That night, she’d thought—she’d hoped—to find something underneath the tension.

“Thank you,” she said, “For telling the truth this time.”

Zuko nodded. “I didn’t really know it…before.”

“I forgive you, by the way. The ostrich horse…it didn’t matter.” Her trust had; that had been the fragile thing. The more important thing. Still…now she knew its strength. Now she knew the truth.

He hesitated. “Maybe not. That’s not the point though, is it?”

“No, it’s not.” She smiled. “It’s okay.” It’s okay, my anger has been peeled back. It’s okay, I know how to care for scars.

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Owen had found himself in a predicament. Thankfully, Nobody was in the same shoes. Well– not shoes– nobody doesn’t exactly wear clothes. Or have any identifying features for the matter. Just a white, human looking being, like The Spot, without well– the spots. He did have power though. To shapeshift, to extend his limbs–like elastigirl but much creepier– and apparently the ability to copy ability. Just Owen’s luck. That’s where the predicament comes in.

Owen had just gained the ability of super speed and had hoped it would help him defeat the Dark with Bethany, which would hopefully help them find her fictional father. Instead, the super speed Charm gave him got a bit messed up. Great, because all superheroes get their powers from freak mistakes: Spiderman getting bitten by a radioactive spider, Hulk getting exposed to gamma radiation, Batman’s parents dying, etcetera etcetera. It’s just that Charm is too smart, and didn’t make a mistake, so the world had to mess everything up for him, which is pretty bad.

Instead of being able to run faster, he’s able to speed his personal time up, essentially making everything slower in comparison, which looks like super speed to everyone else, but to him, looks like he’s walking through a panel of a comic book. Which is exactly what happened. Owen somehow sped up so much, he walked out of the comic book and into nowhere. He had spent the last several chapters learning about Bethany’s parents and Nobody’s backstory, and just when he was about to hop back in and warn Bethany, Nobody found him.

Now that all that exposition has been dumped– way too much if you ask Owen, but clearly the writer is amatuer at best– what was Owen doing? Right, screaming.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM ME!” He yelled, trying to run away from Nobody, who was right behind him. Nobody had stolen Owen’s power and instead of being able to escape like the flash, Nobody had almost caught up to him. So Owen willed his power to go faster. And Nobody did the same. So Owne did again. And Nobody copied. Except, nothing was happening.

His legs and arms moved, but it was like he was running in place, and apparently, so was Nobody. Did they both speed up time so much they had both reached terminal velocity? Are they practically frozen in time?

This is good. Great even. There’s no way nobody can catch him. Maybe if Owne bides his time he can get to Bethany! Then Nobody spoke.

“This is a worthless cause, isn’t it?”
…What?

He continued, “You Owen, are the main character of this story. You, Bethany, even that Kiel boy who's been out of commission for the past few books. And look at me, chasing you. Having beef with a literally kid learning fractions. That must make you, what, ten years old tops. It's pathetic. And loss is inevitable. I’m the antagonist of this story. I’m made to fail by design. I should just quit.”

“If I forgive you, can you not try to split Bethany in two? You can live your life out in a book. Be cool! Be the hero!”

“What other choice do I have? Sure. Why not.”

That wasn’t supposed to work, is the only thought that crosses Owen’s mind. This new author really is amatuer. Are they really going to end the story so quickly? So anticlimactically? There’s still supposed to be two books left! Kiel is probably dead som–

The End.

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Monday, July 7, 2025
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Hello everyone!! Some of you might know, but today is Global Forgiveness Day!! So for this daily, it's your job to forgive someone. Pick an infamous villain from any story, and write 350 words where their actions are forgiven, and what happens to them when they receive the forgiveness. Remember, grudges are just unnecessary pain held against all people involved. You can get 200 points for this daily and an additional 150 points for sharing proof.

Well, she won.
Dandelion had that, at least. Blood may have been spilled, the canyon may have caved in, her friends may have been traumatized, but in the end, she got what she wanted. Ash was dead. Shade was in control. It was only going to get better from here on out.
Yeah. Any… any day now.
Dandelion sighed and turned over, feeling rocks pressing into her back. The summer evening was sultry and bright, and the heat seemed to stick to her feathers like thick mud. Trying to shake off the lingering exhaustion in her limbs, she dragged herself to her paws. Staying curled up in a nest of rubble all night wasn’t going to change anything.
Many other shazarxi were already awake and beginning to rebuild all that had been destroyed. Dandelion scanned the crowd for anyone she could talk to, not quite willing to jump to work right away.
There was her sister—Clover—but they had barely spoken since the battle. Dandelion supposed she was grieving. Clover had always been the quiet, obedient one, never catching the brunt of Ash’s wrath. She hadn’t sided with Shade like Dandelion had. Maybe Clover could find it in her to mourn the shazarxa that should have been their father, but why should Dandelion pretend to care? She had left that life behind a long time ago.
Then there was Claw, her brother. He had sided with Shade, but he didn’t have the scars that Dandelion bore, either. Dandelion knew that he was still soft-hearted, unhappy about the violence that had transpired. He wouldn’t get it.
And their mother, Web? Dandelion almost laughed. No, she had been almost as bad as Ash sometimes. Dandelion was glad she was keeping her distance now. What about Birch? Silver? Wind? Her friends were nowhere to be found. They had their own stuff going on, Dandelion guessed. Without her.
Lashing her tail, Dandelion was surprised by her own anger. She had thought this feeling would go away when Ash died. After all, he was the one who caused all this. Why was everyone acting like his death was so tragic? Why was everyone expecting her to say that she regretted how things had gone down?
She tried to shake it off. Shade wasn’t upset, at least. Shade was a hero, and heroes revel in defeating their enemies, not cry for them. If there was one shazarxa on Dandelion’s side, it was her. She was incredibly busy with the rebuilding efforts, though—now that she was the leader, she had a lot to deal with. Dandelion didn’t want to interrupt.
She would just have to get something done by herself.

By the next full moon, the rubble had mostly been cleared. That was when the stranger, Comet, arrived.
Oh, and Thorn was back, too. Dandelion wasn’t sure how she felt about him. He had sided with Shade but never contributed much, disappearing entirely on multiple occasions. Birch and Silver were his sons, and they had experienced several misadventures while searching for him. Dandelion didn’t like it when anyone put her friends in that position. She figured it was for the best that Thorn ran away after the battle.
But he had returned with Comet, and that was actually okay so far. Birch and Silver seemed content enough with their family reunion, anyway. Dandelion was happy for them. Really.
She glanced over to Claw and Clover, her own family. The two of them had been spending more time together lately. Dandelion had tried to accept Claw’s attempts to include her, but it was always awkward. Someone would inevitably bring up Ash and make the others uncomfortable. Usually it was her.
Dandelion ground her claws into the surface of the boulder she was perched on. Her siblings had told her to move on from the past, but they didn’t even want to talk about it. Where was the closure in that?
Though to be fair, she herself had shut down Silver the one time he mentioned having communicated with Ash’s ghost. Looking back, Dandelion supposed she had panicked at the idea that her terrible father was still hanging around. It was one thing to come to terms with the past, and quite another to escape it when its ghostly presence was still hanging over her. She knew Silver’s ability to talk to ghosts was real, but sometimes she really wished it wasn’t.
Comet being around certainly didn’t make things easier. He was ghost-obsessed, too, and spoke about it at length. Dandelion had met him once before, as he came from the same place that Wind did, and he hadn’t changed much since then. He was still highly enthusiastic about his work—work that, according to Silver, apparently involved studying the ghost dimension.
Dandelion’s dark pelt bristled slightly as she thought about it. Death was meant to stay buried. She could make an exception for Silver, since it wasn’t his fault, but Comet was going to be a problem, she could tell.
A cold breeze, unusual for summer, ruffled her feathers, and she shivered. Was Ash’s ghost watching her right now? Did he wish to bring destruction to all those who had deposed him?
Would she be able to stop him if he tried?

Dandelion had her wings flared, growling at Web. All her anger, at Ash, at Comet, at her siblings and friends and everyone who didn’t understand—it all came pouring out. Web had refused to follow Shade’s orders to weave the new dens, and Dandelion knew that her mother was trying to undermine Shade’s leadership.
Baring her teeth felt good. It reminded her of the thrill of the battle, the satisfaction that came from solving problems by clawing them to shreds. Dandelion realized she had missed this. It was so much better than pretending the problems didn’t exist.
Then Shade’s wingbeats rang out from above. The canyon colony leader landed beside her, using her tail to push her away from Web. Dandelion froze. Shade began to speak, but Dandelion didn’t bother listening. Even Shade—the one shazarxa who she had always been able to look up to—was against her now.
A snarl in her throat, she whirled around and stormed in the other direction, not noticing the figure standing there until she was snout-to-snout with it.
There was no scent, but Dandelion instantly recognized who it was. Every fiber of her being screeched to a halt.
No. No.
This couldn’t be real.
Unless… In less than a heartbeat, Dandelion took in every detail of the canyon around her. Sure enough, Comet was watching elatedly from near the northern wall, both front paws on the contraption he had built.
The contraption that pointed right at the monster in front of her.
Ash’s ghost.
Her wings were desperate to launch her far away, but the lingering fury wouldn’t let her. She screeched in defiance and raked her claws across the face of the ghost. Her paw passed right through. Ash remained perfectly still.
Breathing heavily, Dandelion backed up a pace, spreading her wings, though whether to fight or to flee, she wasn’t sure. From here, she noted the shadows floating through Ash’s pelt. Weirdly enough, they darkened his fur to the point that it almost looked like her own. A shiver ran down her spine.
From somewhere to the east, Clover and Claw came flying in. They were chatting with each other, but both of them froze upon seeing Ash.
For a heartbeat, no one moved. Even Web and Shade, who had ended up just behind Dandelion, stayed perfectly still.
Then Clover smiled. She approached, her pawsteps tentative at first, then faster and faster until she was bounding over to the ghost. She purred, rubbing against the shadowy form. Her motion phased through Ash’s body, too, but it seemed to get his attention. For the first time, he tilted his head slightly, his expression softening.
Claw finally broke out of his shock, looking towards Dandelion, seemingly noticing her for the first time. She returned his gaze, uncertainty passing between them.
This was a calamity.

Even the brightest of days eventually paled into night.
As the sun set, Dandelion observed as Clover and Claw tried to talk to Ash. Apparently Comet had found a way to bring ghosts into the living world, at least temporarily. And Ash had wanted to try and make amends.
With the initial surprise having worn off, Dandelion felt hollow. Her earlier rage had evaporated, and without it, she didn’t know what she had left. In the hopes of reigniting a spark, she traced one of her scars with her tailtip, trying to remind herself of all the bad things that had happened to her because of Ash.
It didn’t work.
Still, she didn’t think Ash deserved forgiveness, at least not from her. Dandelion could see how Clover was so quick to accept him. She had never even resented him in the first place. But Claw? Listening to him confess now, Dandelion realized he had suffered more than she had ever known. He might not have the scars to show for it, but not all wounds were visible. Nevertheless, he was allowing Ash back into his life.
Dandelion squinted as Ash’s shadows rippled through him. They seemed to have faded slightly.
Maybe it was time to let go of her own.
Maybe she could learn how to forgive.
Just… not tonight.

Dandelion stood by the ocean where she and her friends had once accidentally ended up while trying to get back to Shade. Those friends were off on their own journeys now, on purpose this time.
She wasn’t entirely sure why she had come back here all these years later. The canyon was still her home. But she supposed the pulse of the waves provided a nice break from the noise of her siblings’ goofy offspring. A light snort of amusement escaped her nose as she thought about her growing family. She shook out her pelt, disturbing a few grains of sand that had settled there. Her fur had grown so long, the scars underneath could barely be seen anymore.
It had taken a while, but things were better now. Dandelion and her family were able to talk about the past, and sometimes it was uncomfortable, but that was okay. They could still spend time together. Even Web joined in from time to time.
The canyon colony had changed a bit, yet much was familiar as ever. Shade was still in charge, although she let others have a say in the decisions. Comet was still annoying.
And Ash?
Dandelion turned her ear tufts toward the shimmering figure next to her. He had faded quite a bit since their first encounter. Eventually the ghost would dissipate entirely, or so she was told. But that didn’t necessarily mean gone, only dispersed throughout the world.
And that was okay, too.
Dandelion understood now.
She couldn’t embrace him as affectionately as Clover or spill out her thoughts like Claw. But she could still get the point across.
Taking a deep breath, Dandelion turned her head and nodded to him, her tail curling up amiably.
His pale form was just visible enough against the dark ocean that she could see him blink in acknowledgement, nodding back to her.
She closed her eyes, smiling faintly.
Everything was—at last—alright.


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Daily July 8th

Okay then. I just need to write this without using a certain letter. I cannot mention that letter because the entire point of this daily was to not use it. So I will not say which letter it is, just mention that it is between the letters P and R. So use that to figure out which letter I am talking about. Anyway, said letter is very easy to avoid because it is not a particularly common letter. And you might be like “Hey why did you pick a easy letter? That’s not fair” But it was from a random generator, I did not choose it so there. Maybe the power of the swc dailies wanted it to be easy because I generated two more and they ended up as x and this specific letter that I can’t name again. But I should probably talk more about something interesting because otherwise this is a very boring daily. Hmm… one of the words that cannot use included is the name of the phrase when you make a statement but expect a answer because that statement is about something unknown. So that means no saying the term used on scratch for one of those asked daily in a studio to create community and engagement. Also I cannot use the word that is the scientific name for the family…or whatever I don’t really know…of a horse. The word for doing something with speed, the word that means a fourth of something, the word for separating yourself from other other people possibly due to sickness…nope, cannot use any of those. Other words that are not usable include the word for having a interesting and silly trait, a difficult to traverse bog, an argument, something that’s old, and someone you’re friendly with but don’t know well. This word is rather tricky to describe but it is also not allowed…it means for those statements that are meant to get information and spoken with a slight lift at the end to be wondered about in succession, possibly themed around a topic, and given to competitors to test their knowledge. Wow, that is a decent amount of words. I mean not that many, but still. We should really respect this letter because it is helpful for a lot of words and does a great job wording. So yay for the letter between the letters P and R.

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Abby had no clue where she was. Which was mildly problematic. She was supposed to have stayed on the trail that she had decided to travel on. You were supposed to stay on the trail. Less things to trip on, the path under your feet was visible and well trodden…

It meant that you were safe.

When you were off the trail, however…

Not only was it usually considered hazardous by recreational staff, it was also a high possibility that you'd encounter a fairy ring.

Abby had never encountered one. At least, as far as she could remember. But she was sure that she would remember.

Because fairy rings were portals, from the human realm, to the fae. Crossing one was a dangerous game to play. Fae were thieves by nature, ones that could steal your name from you in an instant.

The fae could steal anything, from your name, to your eye color, to your wallet. Anything goes in the fae realm.

And Abby had just stepped into it.

She hadn't seen the ring of mushrooms until far, far too late. Maybe, if she hadn't stepped through, she would've admired them. They were in a perfect circle, after all.

It was strangely beautiful, in a way. Though, that beauty was marred by the fact that she was in the fae realm.

“Oh, stars,” she hissed to herself, the realization finally hitting her. “Oh, stars,” she hissed again. “Why would I…?”

Why had she even left the trail in the first place?

She had… left the trail, that was obvious. She… got distracted by a butterfly, yeah. She… she just wanted to snap a picture of it. It was rather beautiful, after all.

She didn't realize how far she had gotten from the trail when her surroundings changed. Everything had become brighter all of a sudden.

The grass is always greener on the other side, huh?

Stars, what had she gotten herself into?

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Your story has to contain a minimum of 300 words and no words in your story can contain said symbol that you pick.

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WRITING

y'all this took a lot of effort, and it's not even halfway done yet. these are all personal takes and theories and i write it as i go <3

trailer for the first officially released songs:
៸៸៸ i've noticed that during the first few seconds of the video, in the back there's the word “fake” on a building. this could stand for a few different things, that i'll talk about later on. i've also noticed the world has a lot of blue
៸៸៸ chan said “but why does it feel like we're all the *insert another word for equal.*” he continues to speak, and then says that they were controlled to follow the same thing, and we expected to be perfect
៸៸៸ chan starts to talk about some sort of “glitch.” at this point the screen is mostly red, and it looks like there is a kind of light appearing. the screen continues, and we are heading closer to the light, right by it there is a little bit of blue light
៸៸៸ white hooded figures begin to walk, but chan takes off his hood
៸៸៸ the sky starts to sort of “glitch,” as if it wasn't real.
៸៸៸ lee know writes the track name on a chalkboard, along with “stray kids.” changbin is in a blue place with a bunch of televisions with his face on it. but he covers his eyes and they all go out. felix breaks the screen. jeongin sees a clone while leaning against a window, with the exact same appearance as him, everything is also blue. the puppy of the group is painting (everything is also blue) and there is a hologram, to reference off of. there are other paintings around his, and they're all the same. woojin is in a place with other hooded figures, but they glitch and disappear. he then types into the computer a bunch of professions, but leave the last one blank. jisung is surrounded by hooded figures and looks at a blinding light. hyunjin is in some kind of virtual reality but it starts glitching, so he removes it
៸៸៸ the rest of skz takes off their hoods

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hellavator video:
៸៸៸ skz seems to be hiding from something
៸៸៸ there's a room, looks like it was for learning, but it's disorganized
៸៸៸ the screen changes and it's jeongin, chan, jisung, and changbin having fun
៸៸៸ screen changes to the hellavator and a hand pressing “hell”
៸៸៸ while they're dancing, the screen changes to their clones(?) dancing, except it's in red lighting
៸៸៸ lee know stares at the hellavator
៸៸៸ goes back to the screen where they were having fun, and the rest of skz was there
៸៸៸ han standing alone in the hellavator
៸៸៸ screen changes to burning books
៸៸៸ skz is walking but hyunjin looks to be alone when it changes screen
៸៸៸ jisung leaves the walking skz, and the rest are confused
៸៸៸ he finds the hellavator
៸៸៸ one of skz guys tries the place they were having fun at but it hits the wall and changes to confetti
៸៸៸ it turns out it was jisung who pressed the button, the hellavator starts going down
៸៸៸ he opens the doors and it's an open field with purple flowers
៸៸៸ stray kids follows jisung shortly, while he's running in the field, and skz are behind
៸៸៸ the flowers turn tinted red, and they look up at the sky which is the city upside down

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district 9 video:
៸៸៸ woohoo skz try to escape the place were they were being controlled
៸៸៸ escape using a school bus and break through a tinted blue glass(?) wall
៸៸៸ the screen, which was previously tinted is fine now
៸៸៸ they are in an abandoned place and explore it
៸៸៸ they are dancing in a wet burning place with cars, but the screen keeps changing from how it's supposed to be colored to a blue place while skz dances in both

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chronosaurus trailer:
៸៸៸ keys in front of chan's feet and he picks it up.
៸៸៸ skz seems to be preparing for an event as they sit on chairs with four clocks in the back.
៸៸៸ chan, i think, runs away.

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one of the videos:
៸៸៸ before the song starts, we're watching skz through a glitching recording.
៸៸៸ throughout the video, it's just skz racing, but the video glitches a lot. a few of them even have their screens split to show different versions dancing/singing as well.
៸៸៸ in the end, skz are walking through a blue-tinted tunnel

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another video:
៸៸៸ it continues the previous video, of skz racing. it even has the song playing in the back in the beginning
៸៸៸ the thing that was recording skz was removed by han
៸៸៸ skz are happy, sitting on the couch (it was where they were having fun in the hellavator video)
៸៸៸ video is about skz having fun now that they're free
៸៸៸ red lights (not the song) appear a lot in the video
៸៸៸ i think the lyrics are talking about their clones because they sing about people who are like skz and thanks to the clones, they're free
៸៸៸ in the end, they stare at a city

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y'all i think i will end it here. this was a lot of fun <3 but i'm possibly sick, and i want to write about something else <333

July 8th || 479 words || I omitted the letter D. And, for all those who are for some reason curious, the reason I chose this letter is because the character discussed throughout the short story’s named Dart, and the character whose perspective is being told is named Syd. Not sure if I’ll actually make this canon for my OCs or not.


It felt as if a part of me left along with her. All this time, the years I have spent with other people, I can’t help but feel that something was lost.

Papaya looks at me with a gentle smile as my eyes open. My expression reveals that I was not so enthusiastic about the upcoming hours, being conscious, capable of thought. Though, they never caught on to that. They never caught on. They were somehow incapable of the breaking of innocence from what I knew about them. Sure, Papaya went through a rough life on their own, but it appears that life just went on for them. Either that, or they were excellent at masking any feelings they have of their past. They began cooking, which was unusual for them. I was the one that prepares meals for the two of us, in this ugly makeship house they call home. I still can’t think of calling such a place my home. Though, I make attempts to follow along with whatever they thought. Sometimes following along, as an opposition to creating your own thought, was nice, blissful even.
I began walking to the exit, ignoring Papaya’s cooking. However, they choose to step in my way before I can leave.
“Hey… where are you going? You haven’t even eaten breakfast. You can’t go off on your silly exploration thing without some sort of sustenance.”
“I’m fine. I’ll figure it out on my own.” I tell them, trying to reach for the knob. They playfully smack my arm with a spatula.
“You’re not trying to imply I cook horribly, right?” The spatula comes closer to my face.
“No, not at all. I just… I want to leave early this time. I’m not all that hungry anyways.” I push them out of the way, running out, Papaya being shut out. With little regret, I begin walking along the path. The path I took every time I was to journey out.

Upon reaching the location I always venture to, I sigh. There was no reason to be here, there never was a reason to be here. Although, something always brought me back. It was almost an obsession of which I have no ability to stop. I sit next to her. Where she sat every time I came here. The past snuggling up right next to me, I reminisce. Every moment she was there. Those moments I can’t relive, but I can bring back momentarily.
“I wish you were still here.”

“I am. Perhaps not in a way you expect, but I shall always return.” She sits in the exact spot I once was in, staring up in the sky. She glances at the book she previously put on the grass next to her, picking it back up. Now starting life anew, she began to complete all that she never were to finish before.