✪ Daily Task 17: Fall Treats Daily ⊹ ₊

It’s a beautiful day out. The leaves make the trees look like fire swaying in the gentle fall breeze. You just got back from the walk you took to admire the beautiful scenery, and you've decided that you want to make an autumn treat. With that in mind, you searched up “delicious fall treat recipes” and scrolled through the options that popped up. Eventually you found exactly what one you wanted. Apple Cider Cookies. You thought that sounded amazing so you clicked on the video titled “Apple Cider Cookies with Sage” and pressed the play button.

“Welcome everyone! Welcome to baking with Sage and today, we’ll be making apple cider cookies!” she says with a kind smile. This looked promising. Then a warning flashed on the video, “WARNING: this recipe is NOT for the faint at heart.” Before you get to wondering what that meant, Sage started giving instructions.

“First step, set the oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit. Orrr if you want them extra crispy, you can set it to 800 degrees fahrenheit. I recommend the latter.” Sage instructs and you set the oven to 350 degrees. You don’t really question the second part of what she said, thinking it was a fun little joke.

“Second step, get a large bowl, put some softened butter, sugar, and some fingernails. I guess the fingernails are optional but I do recommend them. It adds a little crunch. Once you have those in, mix it together” Sage says and you put the butter and sugar in the bowl and mix.

“Third step, add your wet ingredients. You’ll add egg, vanilla extract, and apple cider” I follow those instructions too.

“Fourth step, in a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and the screams of the dead,” she instructed and then added, “If you don’t have that last part, a pinch of cayenne works as well”

“Fifth step, combine your dry and wet ingredients until they’re a good texture. Add a little more pepper”

“Sixth step, gently fold in the diced spiced apples in the dough, being careful not to overmix so the dough stays tender”

“Seventh step, scoop the dough into balls and place them a few inches apart on the baking sheet. You should bake the cookies for 10–12 minutes, until the edges are golden and the centers look just set.”

“Eighth and final step, after cooling on the tray for a few minutes, you need to transfer the cookies to a rack. While they cool, you’ll whisk powdered sugar and apple cider together to make the glaze and then drizzle it over each cookie once they’re completely cooled.”

After you follow all the steps, you’re left with gorgeous and utterly delicious cookies. You take a bite.

“There you have it! Now you have apple cider cookies. They’re so good you’ll want to set stuff on fire. Warning: May cause firebreathing! Bye!”

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“we definitely did not explode the potion”
Transcript

Hey everyone! This video is going to be another potion one, and today, we're making it fall themed. Because it's fall, and everyone loves fall! And as you can see, we have our space all decorated already. All the fall colored leaves and stuff… it was so fun to decorate too. Here's a clip from us doing the decorations, haha.

the leaves! What are you – what are you doing? SEVEN THAT HAD BETTER NOT BE YOU FILMING US INSTEAD OF HELPING HERE. SEVEN STOP THAT. SEVEN WE NEED YOU TO BE HELPING. Ughhhhhhhhh come on! Where are the pumpkins?? THORN WE NEED THE PUMPKINS DO YOU HAVE THE PUMPKINS?!?
Yeah coming!! Oof–
THORN you have to be CAREFUL with those!!
Oh yeah, well maybe YOU should've gotten them instead! We need your help here!!
Okay okay.

So yeah, haha, that happened. It was pretty fun. Oh, and I made us all fall themed outfits too, ta-da! Anyways, onwards to the recipe. I know I called it a potion, but it's only sort of a potion, and sort of mostly just a smoothie. It's really delicious regardless. Okay, the first thing we need is the special pumpkins. Which for us, were also really good decorations, so I'm going to get more from – wait. SEVEN WHERE'S THE POTION PUMPKINS??

Okay we're back, we have the pumpkins now. And Valley got me the spices I'd forgotten, so it looks like we've got everything! Special potion pumpkins, extra fall spices, ice cream, and of course, the fall outfits. Okay, let's get started! It's quite a simple recipe, actually. You just take

Poe Cup Poem (for Gothic's Storyline)
Oh, thanksgiving
A wonderfully holiday
Full of thankfulness
For your friends
And family
And all those other
Nice things
Full of lovely fall colors
Orange, red, and yellow (and brown)
And the best part
The food!
How lovely art thou food
Thanksgiving
So delightfully delicious
With pie made of pumpkins
Or apple
Or blueberry
Or peach
Or squash
And potatoes
Mashed
Buttery, warm, and melty
Cranberries
Turned into a delectable sauce
Or not
And all sorts
Of other vegetables
Or other food
Perhaps cake
Or mac ‘n’ cheese?
Or bread
Or toast
Perfectly crispy
And crunchy
And brown
Both buttered to delicious perfection
Or perhaps served
With jam
Or jelly
If you prefer
Or cheese
Or honey
Or nutella
Or peanut butter
Or lettuce
Or all of these
And more
Folded into a lovely sandwich
Full of delicious ingredients
To please even the pickiest
Of eaters
What else
Do you serve?
Perhaps goldfish?
In cracker form
Of course
Or soup
Of tomato
Or mushroom
Or potato
Or pea
What about stew?
Like soup
But chunky
You could serve corn
Or beans
Or squash
Or any other vegetable
You could serve anything
Really
All food is good
Most is, anyway
And pretty much all
Is in the thanksgiving spirit
So enjoy your food full thanksgiving
Goodbye!

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Fanfic daily!!
(worlds crossed: cosmere, swc-verse, six of crows)

The portal made a warbling sound suspiciously like a fart as it dropped Lift onto the grass. Wyndle, the spren that had bonded to her, flopped out a second later, his vine body zooming around.
“Starvin' weird ground,” Lift muttered, pressing the spongy dirt and confirming that the grass didn't retreat.
The portal farted again, and Lift rolled away a second before a man clumsily hit the ground, followed by a shorter one. They looked at each other like they were in love- wait, maybe they were in love. The tall guy looked Azish, with his dark skin, and he tucked the tube in his hand into his pocket. The other guy was blindingly pale and had ruddy curls, and both their eyes kept darting around, wide open. They glanced at each other, stood up, and glanced at Lift and Wyndle.
“Uh… hi? You from around here?” the tall guy said.
“Nah, got here from that portal like you did. Oh, my name's Lift.”
“Well, I'm Jesper, and this is Wylan.” He held out his hand. “Nice to meet-”
The portal farted, and this time it was loud. Jesper backed away, taking Wylan by the hand, and hovered his other one over the tube as Lift made her feet slick and slid down the hill. The portal closed, and as Lift and Wylan peeked over the crest, a giant turtle… floated? Wylan crept closer. It was wearing a pirate hat, and it was eating something that did not look healthy for turtles- were they letters falling to the ground? It looked so innocent with that hat and those beady eyes. Like it could never hurt anyone…
FLASH.
For a second, the peaceful field drowned in flames, and the innocent turtle rose into a tyrannical, horned beast dripping in fire.
And then it was back to normal.
Lift seemed to have seen it too, the way she stared at the turtle in horror. Wylan glanced back at Jesper. Same look on his face, and you knew it was bad when he actually looked like he wanted to shoot. He walked inch by inch back down the hill, heart pounding, never once taking his eyes off that turtle as it started to move.
The portal warbled again - they barely even flinched, but the turtle dived for cover - and a teenage girl jumped deftly out. Couldn't have been much older than Lift, but her skin was lighter, and she had purple eyes and dark hair in a messy braid. She glanced around as if the scene was perfectly normal and grunted in annoyance, clicking to get the turtle's attention, and slowly led it away- then paused.
“Hey, you look like a chaotic bunch. You feel like creating chaos with me and some others?”
Wylan felt the air electrify as Jesper perked up. “Absolutely.”
“Well, it's starvin' boring out here,” Lift said. “And I'll come if there's food.”
Wylan shrugged. “Sure. I think I've got a couple explosives in my bag.”
The girl grinned at that. “Great! Well, I'm Chuey- GURTLE, DO NOT EAT THE WORD WARS LINK!!” She pulled the turtle towards her. “Sorry. But if you guys come with me, there's flaming mangoes, explosive mangoes, I run a soul business on the side… we've got everything!”
“Awesome,” Lift muttered. “Wait, what's a mango?”
Chuey grinned as she led the group towards the horizon. “You'll see.”

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Tilly’s weekly #2 - historical fiction **UNDER 48 HR EXTENSION**

AHHH I did this ENTIRE thing on mobile while being super busy and out of town BUT I DID IT AHH never again :sob:
Also for now formatting has gone out the window because this phone IS NOT COOPERATING ToT

(PART ONE - RESEARCH)

- Setting in England, mid 14th century, around 1346 to 1350, during the Battle of Crécy in The Hundred Years’ War against France which ran from 1337 to 1453
- Reigning monarch of England around this time was King Edward III, who founded the famous order of knights, the Order Of The Garter
- War with France was raging as England were fighting for the French crown, with crucial battles such as Crecy (1346) and Poitiers (1356) happening during this time.

England in the mid 14th century was treacherously shadowed by the raging Hundred Years’ War against France which was fought from 1337 to 1453. England was fighting with France over succession to the French throne, a claim initially triggered by King Edward III from 1340 and then followed by other English and British monarchs. King Phillip VI of France refused to recognize this claim, so this war stretched for a pivotal time in history.
During this time of grit and grandeur in medieval life, King Edward III was one of the most admired monarchs and famous for victories such as the Battle of Crécy in 1346 against King Phillip VI's forces near the village of Crécy-en-Ponthieu in Northern France.
Edward III and his 16 year old son, Edward “The Black Prince”, led English forces of around 12,000 to 15,000 men against King Phillip VI's French army that greatly outnumbered them.
But the English, with impressive tactical planning, carefully chose the battle ground of a sloping hillside near Crécy, which was perfect for defense. Edward III's inclusion of longbowmen in his forces on this terrain proved pivotal—the assault of the French troops of mounted elite knights and Genoese crossbowmen fell apart as the longbowmen devastated them with a rain of arrows, aided by the muddy uphill slope they were forced to charge upon.
Daily life in Medieval England in the mid 14th century during the Battle of Crecy that was part of the Hundred Years’ War was not completely dominated by this conflict despite its shaping of politics and the economy. The victories did bolster England's confidence and made war service a route to advancement, particularly for younger sons of noble families or rising gentry. The ideals of chivalry such as loyalty, courage and service were central to the noble identity, but the realities of war began to challenge them.
Society was strictly hierarchical: At the top was the king and high nobility, beneath were lesser nobles and knights who owed military service to their lords, Clergy played a role in education and spiritual life, and the majority of the population were peasants or serfs, bound to the land they farmed.
The Catholic Church dominated levels of society and faith was very central in life, from attendance to Mass, to knighthood having religious undertones.
England’s economy was largely agrarian, so based on farming and wool production. Towns like London, York, or Bristol were important centres of trade, but most common people lived in small villages.
The noble household of a family of a high-ranking knight was a different world in itself with servants, squires, clerks and the like all serving a lord and lady who managed estates and ties to the royal court. It was common for young men of noble or knightly birth to serve as pages or squires from early adolescence, learning the rules of courtly behaviour, swordsmanship and horsemanship.

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(PART TWO - DESCRIPTION WRITING)

A lord's Medieval English castle in the mid-14th century was an ornate fortress and noble residence. Stone walls of delicate pale grey towered into cloud streaked skies, flagstaffs atop spires raising elaborate banners of rich crimson and gold hues that rippled in the late summer breeze. High windows were sentries overlooking lofty evergreens clustered in dense forests down the vast hill crowned by the castle. Through the woods, rivers and brooks wound with crystal blue waves around the rugged paths depressed by the feet of various travellers, and cliffs lined the trails reminding those of the terrain’s height.
Cleverness aided the notion to build this captivating fortress upon this high vantage point, for as well as for its grand stature it was designed for defence. A deep moat shimmering in the noonday sun circled the thick walls, the main entrance to the castle a stretching deep brown drawbridge that once lowered ran as a path across the waters. Battlements ran between towers with parapets indenting at consistent intervals to enable the launch of expertly crafted arrows and similar weapons from the protection of the walls. The gates were near impenetrable, resilient wood and iron paired with the relentless watch of guards. This and the tactical location of the castle together was a strong combination to ward off enemies seeking to attack.
Within was a well maintained estate, nobly governed with an atmosphere of military discipline, ceremonial formality and engaging activity.
The castle interior held attractive character, most spaces made for comfortable living and being multifunctional. The large, rectangular great hall was the centre of social and administrative life that surrounded every feast, meeting and ceremony, with a high timbered roof of aged, dark tawny hues and stretching stone floors covered with rush mats releasing delicate scents of lavender into the air. Where there weren't simple windows fitted with wooden shutters for protection, small leaded panes filtered in warm sunlight that gently illuminated the ornate tapestries adoring the walls. Many chambers commonly featured wall fireplaces and earthy autumn shades throughout the decor.
It was a household that rose before the golden sunrise, bustling with the many people that surrounded the lord who owned it. From prayers or Mass at the castle chapel, to the lord holding court, to the great hall flooding with enticing aromas of roasted meats and luxury spices and wines wafting from the high table on the raised dais for the nobles and high guests. Then into the afternoon varying activities from hunting or hawking and embroidery or music and training for pages and squires in the courtyard decorated the halls with many degrees of noise.
Soon evening supper would come, a lighter meal but no less refreshing than dinner, and eventually the gates would be shut and watchmen posted, glittering candles and torches shining melted gold dimming to silence the castle before the new day.

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(PART THREE - CHARACTER MAKING)

- 18 years old, young knight in training, not yet bl00ded
- Squire serving under his father who is a decorated knight and one of the best warriors, loyal to King Edward III
- Feels pressure to live up to his father’s legendary reputation
- Chance to earn his knighthood looming in the coming campaign of the Battle of Crécy
- He's fiercely loyal and anticipates fighting for his country, but also doesn't feel completely ready and especially not to live up to his father’s achievements
- Has a strained relationship with his father, who is bent on his son becoming a legend as he has and shows no affection, is hard on him
- He never really is himself around his father, but around his best friend Sir Dante he's bright, jokes a lot, and is slightly mischievous, but it's really a mask as within he's struggling

Cadel Beckett is an 18 year old young knight, squire under his father Sir Tristan Beckett who is loyal to King Edward III and one of the most highly esteemed knights fighting under him for the Hundred Years’ War. He's not yet bl00ded, having not fought in a real battle, but the coming campaign of the Battle of Crécy is looming and he is set to march with King Edward III's forces to face King Phillip VI.
He's a strong fighter but feels nowhere near the level of his father, and the realisation is painful under the harsh scrutiny of Sir Tristan, who is evidently set on his son being among Edward III's greatest knights just as he is.
Cadel is very loyal to his country and would give his life fighting Edward III's battles, a trait that was developed by those around him from his early youth, but his fear of disappointing his father and being inadequate in battle tends to set him back.
Affection is something he's rarely felt since his mother passed, as Sir Tristan's stone eyes always look harshly upon him, pushing him beyond his limits and always finding faults in things he'd been certain he'd done right.
Thus Cadel often avoids him, and to mask the dark cloud in his eyes he takes on a different persona than one he'd ever show in front of the stern warrior, jesting and making others laugh to soothe the ache within himself. His best friend Sir Dante, who he had known since youth as his father Lord Alistair was good friends with Sir Tristan, is the only person he ever really is himself around, but even then he never opens up about how he's really feeling about the pressure of everything.

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(PART FOUR - WRITE THE STORY)

Pale azure eyes traced shadowed shapes rippling in the gentle breeze that swept through the camp, lofty trees dripping with the late summer rain that had fallen through the night. The sky was changing to soft, brighter hues, heralding the dawning sun, gradually clarifying the waving banners that had captured the young knight's attention.
Cadel breathed in the calming scent of fresh wet earth as he returned his focus to his father's heavy sword in his grip. Each stroke of the whetstone whined against the shining blade, calling his mind to the looming battle that had robbed him of a peaceful sleep that night.
The soft whispers of prayers nearby lighted on his ears as he retired from sharpening the sword, rising from his wooden stool and watching the skies grow lighter still.
“Pretty eager for battle, aren't we?” The voice made him jump, but he didn't turn, instant recognition making a smile tease the corners of his lips.
“Not exactly, I just couldn’t sleep,” he gave a sidelong glance to his best friend. “You know I'm not the sort to get excited for bl00dshed.”
Sir Dante chuckled, closing the distance between them. “That makes two of us. Are you nervous, then?”
Cadel fidgeted. Nervous wasn't the word, but something gnawed inside him, an apprehensive shadow loomed behind him.
He might not even fight this time, depending on where he was sent—he could be at the sidelines again for all he knew, but the weight of this battle hung heavy, aided by the constant discourse leading to this day.
“No, of course not,” Cadel smirked, twirling his father's sword in careful arcs in front of him. “You are one to talk, by the way.”
Dante snorted. “We're marching together, you know that, right?”
Cadel's smile faded, the pace of his twirling sword increasing. “…Do you mean to say I'm joining the fight?”
“From the way Sir Raimond was talking before I found you, I dare say yes.”
“Sir Dante!” A distant call snatched their attention, rescuing Cadel from Dante's discerning seafoam eyes that were certain to catch the anxiety that flashed through him.
The two ventured towards the voice, Cadel returning his father’s sword to its scabbard as they skipped over the brush and around the camp tents.
“Sir Dante?” The call was clear this time, ringing in Sir Raimond's deep baritone.
“I'm here, sir,” Dante shouted in reply as the pair rounded another tent—and careened straight into a figure on the same path.
“Easy…” Steel blue eyes narrowed and Cadel's face hardened to stone.
“Sir Tristan, my apologies,” Dante bowed his head with a sheepish smile, and Cadel mirrored with his own nod, swallowing hard.
“It's quite all right,” Sir Tristan returned the bow, stepping aside to clear the way.
Dante slipped past, and Cadel stepped to follow but Sir Tristan raised a hand. “Hold on, son…a word.”
Cadel's heart sank, but he obeyed. “Yes, father?”
Tristan's eyes flitted over him, examining his face, sturdy shoulders and blank countenance at once. He wasn't in a hurry to talk, and it suited Cadel well enough. Cadel realised he hadn't seen his father in a moment, and briefly made a survey of his own, noting his usual furrowed brow seemed more creased, the steel in his gaze more prominent. He forced himself not to fidget.
“I do not know if Raimond has alerted you, but you shall be riding out with us to fight,” Tristan said, breaking the beat of silence. “If our reconnaissance groups have made good judgement, we appear to be heavily outnumbered. We need as much help as we can get…and I believe you're ready.”

(I'm actually forcing these words out :sobbing: so I quit but I got the minimum finally :’))
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Apologies if I couldn’t include you in this daily </3 I wanted to include everyone but I had a ton of homework to do so I included the people who I felt made sense to include in this daily! Many thanks to Hope, Kit, Silvi, Charlie, and Eevee for volunteering to be in this fic and for everyone else who said yes but I haven’t yet included: Zeph, Myo/Ace, Luna, Cat/Kitty, and Ayla. (You will be included in a future edit of this!!!)



Skylar Zhang would like to say she was having a perfectly normal day in the SWCity, having been joining the mass strike of… literally everyone. Skylar had no idea how this strike expanded to include absolutely everyone, but… well, it is what it is. Look, the government had done many things that Skylar found unfavourable and would much rather be out on strike fixing them. Although, let it be said that striking was never the most effective way of getting her message across.

She ran into Hope on the way to the picket lines. “You’re out on strike too, Hope?” Skylar asked as she passed her friend and stopped.

“Well, yeah,” Hope replied. “The government thought that it would be a good idea to pull all our funding for research and so we’re striking to show how important we are to society.”

“You can’t… exactly… strike like that,” Skylar sighed. “But oh well.”

“I didn’t expect you to be out here either,” Hope said.

“Yeah, well. Everyone else is striking, and even if I went into work, there wouldn’t be anyone I could have as a partner, so I may as well join the strike.” Skylar sighed. She didn’t want to strike in the first place, being taken away from her patients like that, but hey, the government needed to know that community and emergency healthcare was important and she could do that by striking. “Why don’t we go to the picket lines together- AAAAH!”

Skylar got jumped by the appearance of someone out of a random portal in the sky. “Hope, your PhD wouldn’t help us explain… that, would it?” She said, pointing up at the portal.

“Not… really…?” Hope replied, before Skylar was summoned by a very familiar voice.

“Hey, Skylar!” Skylar turned to find Silvi, but it was evidently not the Silvi from this universe. It seemed to be the Silvi from the current SWC storyline… and what was she doing here?

“What the heck are you doing here?” Skylar asked, concerned at what was going on. Sure, it was one thing to be interrupted by a friend, but to be interrupted by a friend from a different universe.

“Oh, I saw this portal and I thought it could help us defeat the AI… wait. You look different.” Silvi remarked. “You’re not in uniform.”

“Yeah,” Skylar replied. “I’m on strike.”

“Striking isn’t going to help us against an AI,” Silvi said.

“Mmhm. Hate to break it to you, Silvi, but this isn’t the world of Action anymore.” Skylar replied. “We’re on strike.”

“Aaaaah!” The sound of a shout brought Skylar, Hope, and Silvi to look up and find that there was yet another person fallen from the sky. Seriously, what was going on?

There was a girl who seemed to have landed on the floor, and she rushed over to investigate before the sound of more shouts and people falling through random portals in the sky. Skylar tried to ignore them.

“Hey, are you okay?” Skylar asked, crouching down. “I saw you fall from the sky. Do you know your name?”

“E- Evelynn,” she replied, softly and nervously. “I… I don’t know what happened.”

“Well, neither did I,” Skylar grinned. “My name is Skylar. Are you hurt anywhere…” Skylar’s question trailed off as she saw…

… Oh no. Every SWC universe was colliding and soon enough, even fictional characters made their appearance in the world. Today was definitely turning out to be rather chaotic. Or even more than chaotic - disastrous.

“We are not going to survive this,” Skylar muttered as she saw some officers from various different periods in the Star Trek timeline fall through the ground. She was trying to help Evelynn up from the ground, making sure she had no injuries.

“Captain, it seems as if we have arrived in a world much like twenty fists century Earth,” a voice that was unmistakably that of Spock, said.

“I can see that,” Another voice, which seemed to come from Captain Pike, replied.

“Are these all mutts, or what?” Another voice, which clearly belonged to Katniss Everdeen said. “We were in the arena just a minute ago.”

“Katniss, it’ll be okay,” The voice of Peeta said.

All these conversations, all these words… colliding. Merging. What was clear was the confusion that surrounded everything.

“Hey, Skylar!” Kit, who was a bus driver, walked up to Skylar, Hope, Silvi, Evelynn and the growing amount of people around them. “Got any idea what’s going on with this? And what’s Wu Zetian from Iron Widow doing up there?”

“No…” Skylar replied, but then paused. “And is that Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermionie Granger riding Thestrals next to them?”

“You can see the Thestrals?” Hope asked.

“I’ve watched far too many people die,” Skylar replied sincerely. “It comes with the job. But I also get to save lives, too. I love being a paramedic.”

“LISTEN UP!” The voice of Wu Zetian came booming through the speakers of the Yellow Dragon Chrysalis. “For too long, the government here has not listened to your concerns - to OUR concerns! It is why we must strike and show them our true worth to society to get what we owe!”

Behind Skylar, a group of people seemed to collapse through a portal and land on the ground. Turning around, she saw… The entire Avengers?

“So, what did we miss?” Someone asked.

“We’re all on strike against the government, and now it seems a lot of portals have opened,” Skylar explained. “Look, it’s pretty crazy, but just start looking around and you’ll see…”

“Stop in the name of the law!” The voice of a bunny said, and Skylar had to glance down to see a very short bunny looking up at her. “Wait. This isn’t Zootopia.”

“Seems like we’re a little lost, Carrots,” Another officer grinned. He was also. Somewhat. Short.

Someone swung past them on spiderwebs and landed in front of Skylar, Hope, Silvi, Evelynn, and Kit. “Hello, and I’m here with the Daily Bugle! Oh my gosh, there are people from fandoms everywhere!”

“… You do realise we’re on strike?” Hope asked.

“Strike? What strike?” The newcomer asked. “There’s people from fandoms everywhere here, this is a dream come true!”

And then, from around a thousand different places at once, what seemed like a million voices said, “This isn’t our universe.”

And the SWCity goes so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Daily 18th November - Fanfics

The Hunger Games (Susanne Collins) and Shadow and Bone (Leigh Bardugo) and Doctor Who

» ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— « Katniss » ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— «

Cato scrambled up the Cornucopia, sweat pouring down his forehead through his matted hair. I watched him struggle for a grip on the smooth, flawless surface, and the fear that glazed over his eyes as he slipped downwards towards the howling mutts below, saliva dripping from their jagged canines.

I watched as blazes of scarlet and crimson mixed with the sea of browns and greys, until Cato was… gone. A pang of confusion stabbed through me - I was supposed to feel triumphant and powerful. I’d won the Hunger Games, after all. But all the same, I knew the Games didn’t end here.

I was startled out of my thoughts by a nudge on my arm.
“Katniss!” Peeta hissed urgently.
I turned around, trying to focus my thoughts on something else than the numbness that was quickly bleeding through me. All thoughts vanished when I saw what was in front of me. A portal…? Its surface was rippling with sparks of sudden light amongst the inky darkness that seemed to be leeching into the air around us. Tendrils of pure raven black were clawing at trees, bushes, everything. They were slowly getting consumed into the portal.
I let out a strangled shriek as one of the ribbons of darkness shivered upon my arms. I stumbled forwards, trying to resist its iron grip, my hands raking upon Peeta’s arm as he gripped onto me. The darkness seemed to be getting him too - his eyes were drifting closed and we were sucked forwards and into the portal. My vision blurred, spots clouding my view of wherever we were. Bright streams of colour flashed past me as I was slowly cloaked in the cold embrace of what seemed very likely to be my imminent death.

» ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— « Nikolai » ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— «

“Watch out!” I called to Mal as a jagged barbed tail lashed down onto the deck. I winced as the tail tore ragged wounds in the careful crafted mast of the ship. It staggered for a moment on the deck before plummeting into the churning, icy waters below.
Mal skittered away, his eyes wide with horror.
“We might need to have some repairs done!” I informed him over the screeching wind that battered our remaining sails until they were merely sodden shreds of yellowing fabric.

The sea serpent towered over the ship, its amber eyes flitting back and forth to find its next victim. Its body was armoured with a coat of luminous, iridescent scales that shimmered in the dim light of the silvery moon.
Tolya jogged up to me, his huge form heaving with exhaustion.
“Nikolai, we’ve had three crew gone already! We need to do something!” He told me urgently.
I shook my head in defeat.
“I’m sorry, Tolya. I have no idea what to do. Just keep going until we somehow get through it. But Alina has to be the one to kill the monster. She needs that amplifier to defeat the Darkling.”
Tolya nodded at me solemnly.
“I don’t-”

He was cut off by a deafening slam beside him. I watched in terror as the turquoise tail struck again with a sickening thud, enveloping Tolya and lifting him up into the stormy sky. The last shred of hope I was clinging to vanished as I saw Tolya flung around like a mere doll.

That was until I saw the blue police box.

» ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— « Doctor » ———— ⋙ ◩ ⋘ ———— «


I stepped out of the TARDIS, immediately slammed into the side of the door that I had just walked out of. I rubbed my bruised shoulder with a grunt and turned to Donna. I already knew what was coming out of her mouth next.
“Doctor, where are we?!” She exclaimed indignantly. “Have you taken me to a pirate ship with pirates on and a sea serpent? Because if you have I will-”
I coughed softly. “Donna, I don’t know where we are, but the TARDIS must have taken us here for a reason.”


A body rammed into me.
“Not the other shoulder, come on!” I scolded.
A worried face glanced up at me.

That was when I saw the portal.

Out of it stepped a girl and a boy. They were flung onto the deck with a smash. I winced.
“Katniss, what’s going on?”
“Nikolai, who are they?”
“Doctor, where are we?!”

Daily #18 FANFICTION
Word count: 897/300
Fandoms: EPIC, Hamilton
Notes: pls don’t judge i’ve never written fanfiction before ToT but i hope u enjoy it!

~the narrator~
“Angelicaaaa!” “Elizaaa!” “and Peggy” The sound of song rings out in the busy streets of New York, late in the 1700s. Oddly, nobody pays any attention to the three girls currently singing at the top of their lungs about how New York is the greatest city in the world. People mill about, continuing with their days, as if this was perfectly normal. Some passersby even join in the singing and dancing, including the infamous Aaron Burr, who tries to hit on one of the girls and fails. Miserably. Suddenly, a whoosh of wind blows through the streets. No one notices, except for the three girls who are singing. They stop tentatively, wondering what is happening as the gust of wind blows a cloud of dust towards them. The cloud of dust washes over the girls, and when it passes, there’s no one left, just an empty spot in the middle of New York City.

~peggy~
One moment, I’m getting tugged around New York by my sisters Angelica and Eliza while they sing about how minds at work are important, and the next moment I find myself standing in the middle of a supposedly island covered in sand, a soft ocean breeze blowing at my face. “Um, where are we?” I ask, annoyed. I didn’t even want to go into the city today, and yet they made me come. And now we’re who knows where on an island in the middle of the sea. “I have absolutely no idea. But what an adventure!” Eliza says cheerfully. I roll my eyes. Leave it to Eliza to put a “positive” spin on it. “I don’t care about adventures, I’m tired and want to go home.” A feminine voice from above, somewhere in the clouds, startles me. “Do you need help, girls?” the voice asks, sounding caring. “Who are you?” I screech at the sky, wondering if the sky woman can hear me. I hear a soft sound behind me and turn to find a larger-than-life woman standing behind me, wearing an ancient-looking warrior’s helmet and smiling. “Who… are you?” Eliza breathes, staring in wonder at the woman. “Athena, goddess of wisdom, at your service.” The woman smiles. “Follow me.”

~athena~
The three girls that are dressed in some type of futuristic clothing walk behind me, awe clear on their faces. I smile to myself. I’ll never get tired of the reactions mortals have when they see me for the first time. I head towards the palace on the other side of the island, making sure that the girls don’t get lost- although it’s hard to get lost, considering I’m faintly glowing and larger than life. Hah.

As the palace shoves its way into view, the girls gasp in excitement. I’m sure they’ve never seen something as grand as Odysseus’s palace. Probably. I’m not sure what the future is like, and I’m assuming the girls are from the future, considering the fact they’re wearing very… interesting clothing to say the least. We walk around the perimeter of the palace. As we reach the front door, I hear pattering from the other side. A young man opens the door for us. “Hello Telemachus,” I smile, “I’ve brought some people to talk to your parents.”

~telemachus~
When I open the door, I’m greeted by Athena’s smiling face and the nervous glances of three pretty young women behind her. I smile, a bit confused considering the odd clothing the girls are wearing, and then open the door wider once Athena says why she’s here. I assumed that the girls were for my father and mother to talk to. Recently Athena’s been bringing a lot of people over to talk to my parents, and they’ve all been dressed in weird clothing. It’s been interesting. I wonder what they talk about…

~athena~
I lead the girls through the castle and into the room where Penelope and Odysseus receive guests. “Follow me in here, girls,” I say, motioning to the door I’m holding open. Inside, Penelope and Odysseus are waiting, smiles on their faces.

~penelope~
Athena’s brought another group of weird people I guess! There’s been a lot of people coming by recently, the most recent being a teenage boy around Telemachus’s age named “Jorgen Weight”. He was definitely very different from our times now. I do wonder where Athena is getting these people. And where they go after they talk to us…

This is the first time Athena’s brought women, though. Considering Ody’s most recent encounters with women involved them turning his men into pigs and trapping him on an island, he doesn’t have the best memories of them. Though, I will say that both Circe and Calypso had very valid reasons for doing what they did. I glance at Ody’s face to make sure that he’s doing okay, and I see fear flash across it for a moment before it goes away. “Why hello, Athena!” I say, motioning to the girls to come in and sit down, “And who did you bring here today?”

~eliza~
After “Athena, goddess of wisdom” or whatever her name is leaves, the woman and the man in the room invite us to have some food and sit down. “Welcome to Ithaca. I’m Penelope!” the woman says warmly. “And I’m Odysseus.” the man says. “Wait, like from… the Greek myth?” I ask, confused. “Myth?” Odysseus’s eyes crinkle in confusion.

-TO BE CONTINUED I HAVE NO MORE IDEAS-

Daily! TWST x Pjsk (mizuruinya)

Mizuki and Rui were just walking home from school, like any other day. She was excited to talk with her friends this evening, since she had just finished animating their new music video.
She hummed a soft song cheerfully, Rui walking slowly behind her. They decided to walk home together, and Rui was excited to work on his new invention and show it to her. And then… suddenly… there was a carriage, carrying a coffin.
It crashed into them with tremendous force. They let out a small scream, but it was muffled by the carriage.
After that, they were in another world, Twisted Wonderland.
Specifically, Night raven collage.
They were in the forest area surrounding the Heartslayul dorm.
“… Where am I?” Mizuki said.
“… I don’t know. Seems like some sort of college.” Rui said.
Just then, a figure popped out of thin hair, but only his head was visible.
“What the heck…” Mizuki muttered.
Then, his full figure came into view.
“Greetings, humans! I am Artemiy Artemis Pinker, but you can call me Che’nya.” He says, with a strange grin.
He had short light purple hair, catlike ears, and yellow eyes.
“.. Did you summon him, Rui?”
“No… it must be some sort of magic.”
“Bingo! Everyone at this school, and at Royal sword academy (my school) is a magic user!”
“Ooh, interesting~” Mizuki says.
“Want to see something?”
He then uses his magic to make only his mouth and eyes visible.
“That is so cute!!~” Mizuki says.
Then, just his face comes into view again.
“Well, until next time~” he says, completely vanishing this time, starting with his head, and ending with his .
“Wait! We wanted to ask about-”
“About what?”
“Where we are. So we are like at a magic school in a different world or something?”
“You got that correct!” Che’nya says, and vanishes completely this time.
“Well, that was strange. Should we try and figure out a way to get home now, Rui?”
“But, of course. I have a lot of inventions that could work…”
But little did they know, they were going to be stuck at that school…

Daily 18

It’s fanfiction time! Pick a normal (or insane) amount of universes to cross over and write about what it would be like if all the characters met each other! What crazy scenarios would they do together? What chaos will they start? This is worth 250 points if you write at least 300 words, and an extra 100 points if you share your work. Happy fan-fic writing!

using Wild Kratts and Percy Jackson

One day, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were walking past the beach, when they saw… “Is that the WILD KRATTS?!” Grover squealed, running over “Huh?” Percy and Annabeth both said in confusion, quickly following Grover. Indeed it was, the Wild Kratts. Martin, Chris, Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy, all either on the beach or in the water, with Martin and Chris in creature power suits. “Oh my gods it really is you!” Grover said, very excitedly “I LOVE your work!”
“Aw, thanks!” Martin and Chris said, Martin jumping out of the water in a dolphin suit and Chris, a sea turtle suit. They both landed on the sand, and deactivated. Percy and Annabeth stood behind Grover, both in deep confusion. “Um, who are you?” Percy asked “I’m Chris”
“And I’m Martin!”
“We’re the Kratt Brothers!”
“They’re zoologists! They have creature power suits that let turn into animals kinda!” Grover squealed. “Okay” Percy and Annabeth said. “Do you guys like to swim?” Martin asked “I like to swim” Percy said “Come on!” So Martin and Percy got in the water, while Grover continued to talk to Chris. “I can control water” Percy said, splashing the water all around “Cool! I have lots of sea creature discs!” Then, they saw something… A shark fin! Martin grabbed the shark power disc, and activated shark power! “Cool! I can talk to sea creatures!” Percy said, diving under the water “Wow!” Martin said, swimming after him with shark power. So they talked to some sea creatures. Then two dolphins showed up. “Click! Whistle!” Martin said, activating dolphin power. “Aviva! Can I have the dolphin decoder?” Martin called, sticking his head above the water. “Sure!” Aviva said, throwing it to him. So they talked with Click and Whistle for a while. Then, they got out of the water.
“Do you guys like animals?” Chris asked “YES!” Grover squealed “Um, yeah” Percy said. “Most of them” Annabeth said “Not spiders.”
“Why not? Spiders are great!” Chris said “I don’t like them. They’re… creepy”
“Well, I see one solution for that” Martin said “Let’s go meet some spiders! Come on! Into the Tortuga!” Martin said, running into the Tortuga
“In the TORTUGA?!” Grover gasped, following Martin “I really don’t wanna—” Annabeth started “Come on!” Grover grabbed Percy and Annabeth by the hands and dragged them into the Tortuga “Wait, we’re leaving?!” Jimmy cried in surprise “We have to show them how amazing spiders are!” So everyone got into the Tortuga, and it took off. “So, what spider should we visit first?” Martin said, turning on the big screen “We look for the Golden Huntsman Spider! It can be found in homes in some parts of north america! Or the gray wall jumper! Commonly found in human made structures!” Martin said, showing pictures of both on the screen “Or we could visit Orbit the golden orb weaver in south america! Or crab spiders, who live in flowers and hunt bees! Or wolf spiders, who great moms!” Chris said. Annabeth stood in back, looking very uncomfortable with all the pictures of spiders on the screen. “What about the diving bell spider?” Chris suggested “Oh! Yes! Definitely!” Martin said “Jimmy, fly us over to that pond!”
“You got it!” Jimmy landed the Tortuga by a pond “Now, to see this spider up close and personal, we’ll have to miniaturize!" Martin said, getting out the miniaturizer “I’d really rather not—” Annabeth started, but was dragged over by Grover. “Great. Not we’re tiny. This is really helping” Annabeth said sarcastically “Into the Amphopod!” They all got in. “Why are we going in the water? I thought we were looking at spiders” Percy said, as they descended into the pond. “We are going to see, they only spider that lives underwater, the diving bell spider!”
“It’s… a bubble” Percy said “Wait for it… Wait for it…” Martin said, then, a fish swam by the bubble and a spider dived out, making Annabeth scream, and grabbed it, pulling it back into the bubble. But they got closer anyway “The diving bell spider lives inside this bubble, and comes out to grab it’s prey, then brings them back in, to bite them, so the venom isn’t diluted in the water!” Martin said “Great…” Annabeth said, looking very very uncomfortable. They got out of the water and got big again, then went back into the Tortuga. “Next up, Australia! Home to many spiders” Chris began “Including Atrax robustus, aka, the Sydney Funnel Web Spider! One of the most venomous spiders in the world!” Martin said, grinning. “WAIT, WHAT?” Annabeth said, eyes wide. “No! No no no no no no! I do NOT want to go to Australia! I want to go home! Back to camp! No no no! I wanna get off!” Annabeth cried as the Tortuga took off, toward Austeralia. “I WANNA GET OOOOFFFFFFF!!!!”

To be continued…


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DAILY 18
ALICE IN BORDERLAND X DETECTIVE CONAN X ZERO: IKKAKU SENKIN GAME

With the snap of my camera—the two men in black, and the businessman-looking person they were bargaining with, disappeared. Not having walked away, but simply gone, as if the shuttle of my camera had somehow managed to make them disappear, like magic. The picture came out from the bottom of the camera. As I pulled it out, it was blank. It wasn’t a trick of the light—how could it be after all? However, as I stared at the blank expanse of grass before me, that was the most logical explanation I could grasp onto. People didn’t just suddenly disappear after all, gone in a blink of an eye. However, the facts presented to me were clear as day—the men in black were there a moment ago, but gone now.

Pocketing my camera, I walked away, putting my hand on the brick wall to guide me away from the dark night.

“Ran! You still here? I wasn’t gone very long now, was I?” I ran, the soles of my shoes knocking against the pavement. “…Huh?”

The entirety of the once bustling Tropical Land was gone—disapearring like the men in black had. Including Ran, apparently. My gut sunk to the ground, twisting terribly, a sense of dread tumbling over me. If I had eaten something—like one of those pretzels I saw at a concession stand—I’m sure I would have thrown it all up now.

The first step would be to find people—someone in this eerily empty Japan. I hastily turned on my heel and ran.

When I walked out of the front gates of Tropical Land, a billboard stood high and proud above me. Instead of the usual commercials, for an insurance company or something of the sorts, there was a white screen. There, all it said was ‘THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA.’ with a black arrow beneath it. It pointed to a highway if memory serves.

“…Game? What game?” I murmured, but I nonetheless began to follow the arrow. I had no idea what the game would be—how could I? However, one thing was for sure.

Where there was a game, there were players. If I followed the arrow…Then maybe I could find some sign of civilization. Even if I had no idea what it was I’d be walking into, it’d at the very least be a way in which I could potentially find other people—and also perhaps get some insight on what was happening.

I began to run down the desolate, empty road.

—

Light was coming from the inside of a bus. On the sides, the walls were heavily sprayed with graffiti, the door open and inviting in a cold and twisted way. With a breath, I walked in.

The bus was the only source of light in the dark night, taking a step in felt like crossing a barrier of sorts, it felt oddly surreal. Inside the van, a group of three men were seated in the back. One of which had an injured leg. A rather fit woman and a man with messy hair were standing near the entrance. Leaning on the wall, was a tall grey-haired man. All of them had a phone-like device in their hands.

“Good, there’s people here.” I sighed, relieved, “Do you guys know where everyone else is?”

The grey-haired man huffed, pocketing the device he had. “You’re new here.” It wasn’t a question, he said it like it was a fact. The thing was—he was correct. “We don’t know jack. We just play the games”

“That too…I was guided here by a billboard saying this was a ‘game arena’? What does it mean by…games?” I could assume that it wouldn’t be a regular game, something supernatural was at play—as much as I hated to admit it. After all, a game that involved most of Tokyo disappearing wasn’t going to be anything pretty.

I pursed my lips.

Hopefully Ran is safe.

“We’re in a death game.” The messy-haired man said simply. While I should’ve expected it, my palms sweat terribly, to which I wiped on my jeans. This wouldn’t be my first brush with death—being a detective meant plenty of those. However, the way the man said it, so matter-of-factly, made my skin crawl. It was as if he were used to this, as if this was something that came as naturally as breathing. Besides, this time other lives would be at stake, not only mine. The messy haired man handed me a device like the ones they hand, coming from a table with a sign that said ‘ONE EACH’. I turned it on.

FACIAL RECOGNITION IN PROGRESS…

PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT…

An ID flashed on screen, but I didn’t have the time to remember it.

Please wait until the game commences. One minute until registration closes. There are currently seven participants.

I sucked in a breath. The three men in the black were observing silently, the aforementioned grey-haired man only smirked, almost mocking. The woman and messy haired man were staring warily at me. It was then I realized that I was likely the youngest one there—they all seemed to be adults, but I was still 16. If these games involved anything physical, I’d be at a large disadvantage.

I wasn’t going to be the youngest one for long, it seemed, as steady footsteps approached the bus. Wordlessly, a middle schooler stepped on. His face stoic and blank as he made his way onto the bus. He was visibly even younger than me—I could assume he was a freshman—maybe even a junior high student. He immediately went his way over to the devices and picked one up.

“Wait—kid, you know what these games are…right?” I asked warily, as if I hadn’t just learned the nature of the game myself. The kid only met my gaze blankly.

“Of course.” He murmured, looking me up and down. “Do you?”

*. He saw right through me.

“No, not really.” I admitted, there was no point in lying now. “…But I know these are death games.”

“Correct.” The boy confirmed. His device powered to life, similar messages to the ones I had seen appearing on his screen. He read over them with blank eyes.

“I’m Shinichi Kudo. You’re…?”

“Call me Shirube.”

The grey haired man grinned, pressing himself against the wall, “Oh? That famous high-school detective?” He looked down at me with calculating eyes, “Sure hope it’s a diamond game then.”

“Pardon?” I questioned, “What do you mean by ‘diamond game’?”

“The games here are classified by card suits.” The woman explained. The device illuminated her features, “Diamonds are mental games, Clubs are team games, Spades are physical games, and Hearts…well, they’re games where it’s every man for himself.”

I didn’t question the suddenly somber tone in the bus at the mention of heart games.

“Well, like I said, I’m Shinichi Kudo. You guys are all…?”

Everyone in the bus exchanged names—it was almost surprising how rather easy they gave them. Especially for the grey-haired man, Seiji, who, to me, seemed like the type to keep that secret.

At once, all of our devices chimed. Immediately everyone’s focus was on their screen, lighting up their faces one by one.

“Registration is now closed. The game is about to commence. Difficulty, Four of Clubs. There are currently eight participants.”

Clubs…huh? So, a team game. I could assume that the number is the difficulty, a four was a bit on the lower end, was it not? So, maybe he didn’t need to worry too much about this game. Plus, it’s a team game, so maybe he’d be able to rely on his teammates for help. While he was content with the game, Seiji was not.

“Great, I have to work together with two kids,” He shot a glance at Shirube and me, “and a guy with a busted leg.” He shot a glance at the injured man, Takuma. He looked down, while the two beside him, Yamane and Seizan, only glared back at Seiji.

“Game, ‘Distance’.”

Distance, not much Shinichi would be able to make out from that. It wasn’t a traditional game, like tag or hide-and-seek was. Distance could mean he’d have to run a distance, or maybe he’d have to distance himself from something. Nonetheless, he’d get directions soon.

“Distance?” The man with messy hair, Arisu, questioned, somewhat voicing my own thoughts.

“Rule. Endure the trial while striving for the goal within the time limit. Clear condition. Safely attain the goal.”

“What is this?” Takuma muttered under his breath, staring down at his injured leg. Right…a busted leg would make the game…difficult.

The phone chimed, “120 minutes remaining.”

“Does this mean we have to run?” Takuma once again looked down at his busted leg, worry evident in his voice. Who wouldn’t be? If the consequence for failure was supposedly—death, then having a busted leg was a death sentence for this game—the nature of it being having to make it to the goal.

“What do you think, Seizan?” Yamane asked.

“Distance. Zero.”


As the clock ticked down, at the bottom of the screen, there was a black box. It said ‘distance’, with a number beneath it.

“Distance? Distance of what?” I questioned, at the odd glances I continued my point. “I mean—distance from or to what? Wouldn’t distance usually refer to how far you are from something?”

Seiji scoffed, “How dense can you be? Isn’t it obvious? Distance to the goal.”

“It doesn’t specify that anywhere though…”

“It’ll assume we’ll use common sense.”

“We have to run? On the highway?” Arisu breathed out. Similar thoughts were going through my head.

“Uh, run?” Takuma attempted to stand, and was met with failure.

“Takuma, just relax.” Yamane leaned over to help him, followed by Seizan telling him to sit down. Everyone stood up and made their way to the front of the bus, with the exception of Takuma. Yamane sat in the driver’s seat, attempting to start the bus. Nothing. The engine spluttered, but the bus had no gas.

“Looks like we have to run.” Usagi said, in a state of what seemed like acceptance. She was rather fit, so maybe that was why she wasn’t going to mind running a distance much. In unison, including myself, everyone looked at Takuma.

“I’m gonna try to find a way to survive.” Takuma told the bus, confidently, “But you gotta go.”

He wasn’t going to find a way to survive, he was only saying this to make the rest of the bus get out. It was awfully selfless of him. It was easy to see through him—but that was just because I was a detective. I didn’t fail to notice how Shirube’s eye narrowed ever so slightly. Perhaps he caught on as well.

“We’re not leaving you behind!”
“Yamane!” Takuma shouted, “You gotta survive, so go now!”

Seiji pushed Yamane forward. “The guy’s right. Stall for too long and none of us will make it to the goal in time.”

Yamane stood still for a moment, until he faltered and stepped off of the bus. I didn’t want to leave behind someone who was surely going to die, it went against my morals as a detective. But…looking at the rest of the people here. I wasn’t sure if it’d be possible to save this man. Even if we all carried him to the goal, it would slow us down, and inevitaby cost us all of our lives. As much as I hated it, it seemed we had to leave him behind.

We all got off the bus, but Arisu and Usagi lingered behind.

“110 minutes” The phone announced. The long winding down the tunnel suggested the goal was down there.

“Well, let’s get a move on.” Seiji began to jog, Yamane, Seizan, and Usagi followed. I did too, but Arisu and Shirube lingered behind. Arisu began to move forward, but Shirube still stood in place.

“Hey! Come on!” I shouted out, Shirube gestured for me to leave him. Despite myself, I did. I watched Shirube go out of view, he walked the way opposite we had been, before circling around the bus. As he went out of distance, I could've sworn I saw him going on the bus.

“Leave the kid.” Seiji called out to me, “Not like he would’ve lasted very long anyways.”

—

In large graffiti letters, on the side of the bus, was the word ‘GOAL’.

So, this is the true goal, huh?

The rules never stated where the goal was. Plus, I found it rather odd this was a clubs game as opposed to being a spades game. If the game was to run a distance to the goal, then it’d be a physical game. However, it being a clubs game was likely meant to give us a clue that we did in fact not need to run the distance.

The distance counter had increased despite the fact that I went in the direction opposite the others. I could assume that it had in fact increased for the others as well, as they hadn't turned around. Meaning…

This is actually distance from the goal.

That meant the goal was the bus itself. Tazuna was safe without realizing it.

I entered the bus, and took a seat. Not much to do but wait for the rest of the game's duration, which was currently a bit less than 2 hours.

“100 minutes.”

—

That kid…Shirube.

He didn’t run with the rest of us. Why? Did he accept his fate and assume that he couldn’t make it and decided to call it a day? Why was it that he stayed behind? Did he know something we didn’t?


The group was panting, all jogging, straining their bodies more than they would be in regular circumstances. These weren’t regular though, were they?

“Distance, 1000.” The voice announced, and a few minutes later, “90 minutes remaining.”

…

“This isn’t Clubs. It’s gotta be a game of Spades.” Arisu offhandly mentioned as we were met with a refreshment stand, to which we decided not to drink from. I stopped dead in my tracks. He was right, a game like this should’ve been a Spades game, a physical game. But…it was a Clubs game. Plus, the difficulty was only four! No sane person would consider a game where you basically had to run for two hours straight a four!

“…Wait a second.” The group looked to me. I thought back to Shirube, when he walked the opposite direction then boarded the bus. He knew something we didn’t. Since this was a club game, and not a spades game, then maybe we were doing this wrong. The game never said the goal was down this tunnel—we just assumed that because of the fact that was where the tunnel was guiding us.

…But like I said, ‘Distance’ could mean anything…it could mean that…It could mean distance from something, distance from the goal perhaps. Maybe we were supposed to work together as a team to find the goal, and the goal in actuality was…

“The goal is the bus!” I exclaimed, turning on my heel to prepare to run a 360. The group looked at me like I was insane.

Seiji narrowed his eyes, “What?”

“The game never specified what the goal was.” I explained, “And as Arisu said, a game of this nature where we had to run for two hours straight—that would be a Spades game, not a Clubs game! Distance…that could mean distance from the goal!”

Seiji scoffed, “And how would you know that? You’re just basing that off of nothing but conjecture." The man’s mockery was only somewhat infuriating.

“Wait, he’s got a point.” Arisu stepped in, “This should be a Spades game.” He looked down the tunnel, “Distance might really be referring to that.”

“Let's turn around.” I begged.

—

Half of the group came into view again. Shinichi, Usagi, and Arisu.

“Distance, 0.” Their phones chimed.

They entered the bus. Shinichi’s eyes locked onto me.

“…The bus. This is the goal, isn’t it?”

I nodded solemnly.

—

As the game came to an end, an engine could be heard, alongside the splashing of water. A huge flood, a tidal wave rushed into view. Racing against the current was Seiji, currently riding on a motorcycle. As he approached the bus, he hopped off of the motorcycle and ran into the bus. The water stopped just at the bus.

Seiji panted heavily, locking eyes with the rest of the group. Specifically, at Shinichi. “* it. You were right.”

—

I stared at the side of the bus. In big blue letters, ‘GOAL’. The bus was the goal the whole time. I looked at Shirube, face still blank as ever, staring at the bus’s side with stoic, calculating eyes.

“…You figured it out immediately, huh?” I asked.

He nodded.

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Worlds Collide || 340 words || Daily No. 18

Fandoms I was going to use: Legend of Zelda (specifically BotW/TotK, I wanted to use Twilight Princess because Midna my sassy gal but sadly I have not actually played Twilight Princess and didn't trust myself to portray her accurately), Untitled Goose Game, Keeper of the Lost Cities, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians, Warriors, The Lunar Chronicles, The Emperor's New Groove, and SWC. I changed a bunch of fandoms from my original outline because while I was super into them a couple years ago I haven't read/played/watched them in long enough to do the characters justice. Anyways enjoy whatever this thing is.

The fandoms I actually got to: Legend of Zelda, Alcatraz, Lunar Chronicles
This is very, very unfinished and I didn't actually get to use any of my volunteers but I swear I'll finish it sob

“Welcome to the End!”
A much-too-cheery voice reverberated through his skull. Groaning, he rolled over, forcing his eyelids open. The blond young man sat up, rubbing his face.
Sword? Check. Bow and quiver? Check. Sanity? Unsure.
He got to his feet, surveying his surroundings. No visible enemies. No tangible threats. No-
There was a girl sprawled on the ground. No, two girls. One appeared to be quite young, silver hair cascading down her back. The other seemed to be closer to his own age, although she was even shorter than the first girl, petite features framed in short blond locks.
The first girl sat up, scowling. There was a truly enormous sword lying next to her that appeared to be made of crystal, and it was nearly as tall as she was, a good five feet from blade to hilt. She turned her gaze on him, brows furrowing deeper. “Who are you? What are we doing here?”
He stared at her. “You’re not the one who was talking just now, right?”
The silver-haired girl got to her feet, shaking her head. “I have no idea how I got here, but it’s probably the fault of a Smedry.”
He didn’t have an answer for that, so he said nothing. The other girl moaned, pushing herself up onto her knees. “Huh wha what’s going on?”
The grumpy girl with the giant sword eyed her. “I don’t think anyone knows,” she said. “But let’s focus on how we’re going to get out of here.”
“I’m Cress,” the second girl said, standing. “And you are?”
“Bastille,” the silver-haired girl said.
They both looked at him. He braced himself for the inevitable reaction as he said “Link.”
Neither of them said anything.
“…Yes, that Link,” he sighed.
Silence. “Is that supposed to mean something?” Bastille asked. “I’ve never heard that name before,” Cress chimed in.
Never heard-
“Wait, are your ears pointed?” Cress squealed, pointing. Link touched the tips of his ears, confused. Of course they were.
“Oh, great,” Bastille sighed. “Just what I needed.”

November 18 daily – Crossover

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“Uuugh…”
“Ow— get off!”
Everyone disentangled themselves from the pile they’d landed in and got to their feet.
“Where are we?” asked Willow. “What happened?”
“Portal,” said Anya. “Probably some other dimension. Although it doesn’t look like any hell dimension I know.”
Buffy, Willow, Xander, Spike, Anya, and Tara were in some sort of grassy courtyard. Along one side of the courtyard was a purple cliff; the other side had a low wall around it. And ahead of them… was that a castle?
Spike looked at the scene around them, then down at his hands. “Huh. We’re in broad daylight, and I’m not burning.” He looked up at the sky. “Are those… all moons?”
Buffy looked up as well. “Huh, I guess so… There’s, like, five of them. Weird.”
Anya shrugged. “Not that weird for a hell dimension. What’s weirder is that the sky is blue and everything’s all… pleasant.”
“Buffy, is this by any chance what heaven looked like?” Xander asked.
Buffy shook her head. “No, I… don’t remember it looking like much of anything, really. Just… a feeling.”
“Great. We can rule out being dead.”
“The portal’s gone. How are we going to get back?” said Tara.
“Maybe we can do a spell…” suggested Willow.
“I think we should try and figure out where we are?”
“Do you think anyone in there” — Xander gestured towards the castle — “could help, or will it just be filled with demons who’ll try and kill us?”
Buffy shrugged. “We can take the demons. Anyway, it’s not like we have any better ideas.”
The palace was a strange shape, angular and built of cream-colored stone and gold that glistened in the light. They walked up to the huge wooden door. Everyone glanced at each other, and Buffy knocked.
The doors swung open to reveal two armed guards in long cloaks and helmets. “Halt! State your business,” said one of the guards.
“Um, we’re kind of lost, and we were hoping someone here could… help us get back to our dimension?”
The guards exchanged whispers, then one of them said. “We will take you to Queen Glimmer.”
They were escorted to some sort of meeting room with a bunch of thrones arranged around a table. There were four people sitting there — one had sparkly pink and purple hair, and another had cat ears and a tail — plus a winged unicorn. The girl with cat ears had been sitting in another girl’s lap, but she leapt up as the door opened.
“Queen Glimmer,” said a guard, addressing the girl with sparkly hair. “We found these people at the palace door. They say they are lost… and from another dimension?”
“Your Majesty." Buffy gave an awkward curtsy. “We were fighting the forces of evil — you know, everyday stuff — and then, whoosh, portal. And now we’re here. So… we were hoping you could tell us where here is.”
“This is Bright Moon. On Etheria. Where are you from? Another kingdom, another planet…”
“We’re from Sunnydale. California. Earth. Ever heard of it?”
Glimmer shook her head.
“A portal? Weird,” said the guy sitting to the right of Glimmer, who looked normal enough. He was wearing a crop top with a big red heart on it. “I wonder if Entrapta would know something about that…”
“Has the portal closed?” asked the girl to Glimmer’s left, who wore a red jacket and also looked relatively normal. Buffy nodded.
“Oh— We’re so rude! We haven’t introduced ourselves! I’m Bow,” said the guy, Bow.
Everyone introduced themselves, including the horse, who apparently could talk. His name was Swift Wind. The normal-looking girl, Adora, said she was “also sometimes She-Ra.”
“She-Ra?” Xander repeated. “Like He-Man?”
“Huh? Who’s that? No, I’m She-Ra, defender of Etheria. She’s an eight-foot-tall warrior with really great hair who protects the planet—”
Catra, the appropriately-named cat girl, rolled her eyes and smirked. “Just show them. I know you’re dying to show off.”
“I am not! But okay.” Adora closed her eyes. A glowing sword materialized in her hand. She raised it over her head and said, “For the honor of Grayskull!” There was a flash of light. She was now much taller, dressed all in white and gold, with huge muscles and a long, flowing blonde ponytail.
The newcomers all stared. Even Anya seemed somewhat impressed. Wow.
Xander turned to Buffy. “Why can’t you do that?” Buffy just shook her head.
Catra crossed her arms, still smirking. “Tch. Yeah. Everyone’s always sooo impressed with She-Ra. It’s too easy.”
Adora grinned. “Oh, come on, you’re always staring too.”
“Am not!”
“Are too! I’ve noticed how you look at She-Ra.”
“Shut up!” Catra swatted Adora’s arm.
“You could at least get the outfit,” Xander said to Buffy.
Anya frowned.
Buffy gave Xander the side-eye. “No.” Looking back at She-Ra (wow, that hair, those muscles), she said, “So you’re, like, the chosen one?”
“Yeah. I’m one in a long line of She-Ras. The first in a thousand years. It’s my job to protect Etheria from evil.”
“Me too. Well, not the thousand years or the Etheria or the She-Ra part, but the chosen one who protects everything. I’m the Slayer. There’s one in every generation, she who battles the forces of darkness and all that.”
“Oh. Hmm. So, you’re like… the She-Ra of Earth?”
“Something like that. I don’t get the transformation thing, but I do have superstrength.”
“Oh, cool. Me too. That and healing powers. And I can transform animals? That’s what happened to Swift Wind.”
“And now I’m She-Ra’s noble steed!” said Swift Wind. “As well as a liberator of horsekind! Down with stables! Down with humanoid supremacy! Viva la revolution!”
“You’re a talking horse!” squealed Willow. “That’s so cool.”
Swift Wind nodded. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“And the whole liberating horsekind thing sounds important too,” Tara added. Willow nodded.
“Yes! Finally someone who appreciates my vision. Humans think they can ride on us, make us work for them, keep us locked up in barns! The injustice cannot continue…”
Adora de-transformed in another flash of light, returning to her normal self. “So, what fighting techniques do you usually use?” she asked Buffy. “Wait— what forces of evil do you have to fight in your world? Here we had the Horde, but they’re gone now, so we’re mostly just busy with reconstruction…”
“Vampires and demons, mostly,” said Buffy. “Vampires you kill with a wooden stake. Demons can be harder. Either way, there’s a lot of punching and kicking.” She went on about her Slayer training, while Adora nodded along and talked about her own fighting knowledge.
“Hey, this is cool and all, but weren’t we supposed to be getting home?” said Xander.
“Oh, right,” said Tara, who had been listening to Swift Wind monologue. “I guess I do need to get back eventually; I shouldn’t miss too many classes…”
Buffy gasped. “Dawn. Oh, god, how could I forget— she’s all alone, she must be so worried…”
“Right!” said Glimmer. “We’ll try and arrange a way for you to get back. Maybe Entrapta can make a portal—”
“I’ll call her right now.” Bow pulled out a tablet and pushed some buttons on it. After a moment, he said, “She’s not responding.”
Adora walked over and looked at the tracker pad worriedly. “Do you think something’s wrong? Maybe she needs help—”
“She’s probably just busy,” said Bow. “I’ll try again later.”
“In the meantime, you can all stay here,” said Glimmer. “I’ll find you some spare rooms. Do you all want your own, or are you fine with sharing?”
Willow grabbed Tara’s hand. “Me and Tara will share a room.” Tara nodded.
“Me and Anya will take one room,” said Xander.
Spike looked at Buffy, who avoided his gaze. “I’ll take a solo room, if you have one,” she said.
“Okay, so that’ll be four rooms?” said Glimmer. “I think we have enough. If not, my dad’s not here right now; I bet he’d be fine with someone else taking his room. Let’s get you settled!”

✪ Daily Task 18: Fan Fiction Daily ⊹ ₊

ACTION
Leaders: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey
Campers: Bobby, Derpy (tiger) and Sussy (crow)
That is all they need. Trust.

ADEVENTURE:
Leaders: Percy, Annabeth, and Grover (Original trio)
Campers: Frank, Hazel, Piper, Jason, and Leo

FANTASY:
Leaders: Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz
Campers: Biana, Dex, Tam, Lihn, Alden, and Iggy (trust.)

HISTORICAL FICTION
Leader: Alexander Hamilton, Eliza, Aaron Burr
Campers: Angelica, George Washington, Lafayette, King George III, AND last but not least… Phillip

MAGICAL REALISM
Leaders: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Wealsey
Campers: Dumbledore, Snape, Voldemort, and Dobby

MYTH
Leaders: Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus
Campers: Eurylochus (after what happened last time, he is NOT in charge), Polites, Princess Winion, Circe, Tiresias, and Hermes (DIVA)

REALISTIC FICTION:
Leaders: Sage, Chuey, and Luna
Campers: Rose, Toko, Zephyr, Kitty, Chai, Em

THRILLER
Leaders: Katniss and Peeta
Campers: Haymitch, Gale, Prim, Effie

Okay, so I don’t want to have to explain how it happened later in my story so here it is:
We accidentally made the SCI-FI TIME MACHINE™ go interdimensional and now, we have characters from all different fandoms in the SWC world. Us, being chaotic gremlins, decided to take advantage of this. We put the characters in different cabins that their book or movie genre matched up with and made some of the characters the leaders and campers. We are a few days into the session and it was time… Cabin Wars had finally arrived. Enjoy!
(By the way, Harry Potter x Magical Realism is one huge “Mysterious Ticking Noise” joke)

As soon as the hosts changed the daily, wars were flung around like crazy. Most of which were from Realistic Fiction (the SWC cabin) because they were experienced cabin wars veterans. Thriller (the Hunger Games cabin immediately got a war from Zephyr. Rose immediately (within the first few seconds) gave Magical Realism a war. Lets check on Magreal first!

As soon as I walk in the Magical Realism cabin, I am torn between calling for help and laughing. They aren’t even worried about the 1k war that is now five comments down. They’re just… I have no idea what they’re doing…

Sage (me): How’s it going Magreal?
*metronome starts*
Snape: Ermmmm.. What’s that mysterious ticking noise?
Sage: Where did that come from?
Snape: It’s kinda catchy…
Sage: Yes but the war expires in three hours
Snape: Snape, Snape, Severius Snape. Snape, Snape, Severius Snape.
Sage: What are you doing?
Dumbledore: DUMBLEDORE!
Snape: Snape, Snape, Severius Snape.
Dumbledore: DUMBLEDORE!
Ron: Ron, Ron, Ron Weasley!
Sage: What on earth!? Are any of you writing!?
Snape: Snape, Snape, Severius Snape.
Hermione: Heeeermione!
Harry: *beat boxing-esque* Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Harry Potter.
Snape: SNAPE!
Harry: HARRY!
Snape: SNAPE!!
Harry: HARRY!!!
Snape: SNAPE!!!!
Sage: SAGEASAUR!!
Dumbledore: HEY! YOU TOOK MY LINE!
Sage: AH! SORRY!
Voldemort: Voldemort, Voldemort, ooooh voldie voldie voldie Voldemort!
Dumbledore: That girl stole my line and messed us up!!! ATTACK
Sage: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! *screams and runs away*
As soon as I ran out of Magical Realism which was surely going to lose that war, I immediately went to my cabin only to see a giant wooden mango on wheels outside of Realistic Fiction. As I curiously approached the alluring yet shady mango, I heard singing from inside…

Odysseus: Alright, my brothers, listen closely
Hermes: I AM LISTENING DAWLING~ ✨
Polites: Patience is a virtue, my friend.
Hermes: I AM BEING PATIENT!! ✨
Tiresias: I see…
Hermes: NO YOU DON’T, DAWLING~! ✨
Odysseus: Ten minutes of war, they’ve killed us slowly
Eurylochus: Captain, it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet…
Odysseus: IF YOU CALL ME CAPTAIN ONE MORE TIME…
*Sage knocks on the wood*
Sage: Yo! What are you people in the giant mango yapping about?
Eurylochus: Oh no! The leader has seen through our trap!
Odysseus: Impossible! This worked last time!
Sage: Head back to your cabin or I'll burn it down!
Odysseus: WHAT!? NO! BANANA PEELS AND TELEMARKETER ARE THERE!!
*they all scramble out of the SWCian Mango and run off towards the Myth cabin*
Hermes: Bye, Dawling~! ✨
Sage: Bye, Hermes!
*Hermes magically poofs away in sparkles*

TO BE CONTINUED LATER

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daily 17 - crossover fanfic
here we have N from Murder Drones and Till from Alien Stage meeting! they're basically the same character trust (no seriously there's so many similarities I'm cryinf)

trigger warning death

“Whoa.”
They both said it at the same time, looking at the void they had just appeared into, right before noticing each other. The two tall guys with grey hair. The two main differences between the two at first glance being their outfits, and the fact that one of them was a robot.
Till took a couple steps backwards. “Okay, what are you??”
N blinked. “I'm Serial Designation N! Nice to meet you.” He grinned, seemingly at ease. Then after a second, he yelped, leaping into the air. “WAIT YOU'RE A HUMAN!” he exclaimed. “You're… you're alive! Wait how is that even possible? I thought Cyn had us destroy all of you!”
“…Cyn?” Till asked, very confused. “What does that mean? What's a Cyn? Is that some kind of alien or something?” A spark of anger seemed to light in his eyes.
“Alien?? No,” N replied, also confused now. “She's… I don't even know. She was sort of my sister, except she also was a computer virus called the Absolute Solver that tried to eat all the planets? I don't know. My life is weird. Haha!”
“How–” Till started. None of this made any sense anymore. “How does one eat a planet. What in the world. I'm so confused–”
“Haha, me too!” N said cheerfully. He'd never quite understood everything that had happened to him, but his personality was really just to roll with it. “Uhm, she like… destroys it, I guess.”
“Okay, but she's not an alien?” Till asked.
“No?? Why do you keep asking about aliens?” N was struggling to understand what was happening. There was a human and he was ALIVE and he kept demanding to know about aliens. What aliens? Oh well, whatever.
Till's eyes narrowed. The angry spark returned. “Because aliens ruined my life forever,” he explained. “Mine and everyone else's. They… they…” he trailed off, eyes staring somewhere in the distance, and it was hard to tell if he was angry or crying.
N picked up on this. “Are… are you okay?” he asked.
“N-no,” Till managed. “They ruined everything for me! You hear me? EVERYTHING!!” He abruptly collapsed, falling to his knees, breathing heavily. “And I still feel like it's my fault. I was such an idiot. Such an idiot… really… SHE WAS A LESBIAN AND SHE WAS NEVER GOING TO LIKE YOU BACK LIKE THAT EVER!!” He seemed to have completely forgot about N being there and was just talking, or rather yelling, to himself. That was okay with N. He was a bit used to being forgotten by now, and it was interesting to hear Till talking. Even if N had no clue what he was talking about. “And then he… he liked me… and I feel like I always took that for granted and never really gave him what he deserved, I couldn't love him back, and of course now I do. Now, when he's DEAD AND I CAN NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN EVER AND EVERYTHING'S RUINED! HE EVEN HAD TO GO AND SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR ME BECAUSE HE FELT LIKE THAT'S WHAT HE HAD TO DO FOR ME, HE FELT LIKE I'D BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM BUT HE COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME, I–” Till wrapped his arms around himself, looking like he wasn't really there, like he was living out a moment from his memories, and it wasn't a good one.
N reached in his pocket and pulled out a drawing of a puppy he'd done a while back. “Here,” he said, giving it to Till. “I know it can't bring him back, but maybe it'll help you feel better?”
Till looked at the drawing. It looked like it had been done by a little kid, like the kind of thing he would've drawn when he was really little and just starting to draw. It was cute, and actually did make him feel a bit better.
“Thanks,” Till smiled at N.

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Weekly #3
11/19/2025
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Part 1:
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I don't want to work on my Citizen Kane essay for a number of reasons. Firstly, I just don't want to. I could be writing fanfiction or consuming Clois content and doesn't that sound a million times better than writing an essay? Secondly, Citizen Kane was. It was okay. But I'm not entirely enthralled with it that I'm excited to write this essay. If I had an attachment, I would likely be more willing to write this essay. Third, I don't really have a plan for this essay, so that means I'll have to do a lot of figuring things out which is not fun. Like I want to have a battle plan going in, so I'll have to get that done or something. I'm also not having a great brain day and I feel like I am going to get so easily distracted. So it's kind of like, what's the point in getting focused if I'm going to get distracted anyways? Seems counterproductive. Also essays can take a while to write and I'd rather push it off. Not a great plan, but I also don't have the urgency to get it done right now. No dopamine yelling at me to get it done. I can yell at myself, but my brain isn't. And it's my brain > me sometimes. Right now, it is me against my brain. Yay, love working with myself.
I feel like I could get away with pushing this essay off because it is not due for another good 5 days or so. That's plenty of time for me to ruminate on it and then whip up something quickly before it is due. But I also know that I can't push it off because I'm going to technically be on vacation when it is due and I am so not going to want to work on it then.

Part 2:
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I did some exercise!! I practiced some tap dance for like 5ish minutes? I was doing the same combination over and over, so yeah I didn't do it for longer haha- It helped me to get in a better mindset because I'm getting that combo down, and, also, tap just makes me happy. It was a great way to get my thoughts off of the impending doom that is having to do the essay, while also being able to clear my mind to be prepared for it. Also helped me to be able to exert some of my physical energy and get some wiggles out.
I'm getting encouragement and accountability from Luna, and that is one of the most beneficial things for me in getting things done. Having people to work with me and just be there to have that body doubling and accountability helps me immensely in being able to get work done. Plus, having fun and working with others makes it all the more fun!
I also did some brainstorming, so I have a clearer plan on how I want to be able to tackle the essay! This has helped me to define the steps I want to get done, and also get the ideas and thoughts out of my head and onto paper, metaphorically speaking.

Part 3:
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Part 4:

Daily 19th November - Lint

Lint climbs Mount Everest but realizes it's actually a pile of dirty laundry

A gust of bitter wind lashes me across the face. I scrabble for a grip on the jagged edge of the mountain. My head feels dizzy and light, and below me I can see a rolling ocean of clouds and… nothing. Literally just me and Mount Everest and the sky, which is a cheerful shade of cornflower blue, illuminated by the dazzling golden sunlight which casts dappled rays across my face. It does nothing to warm me, of course. My toes feel like daggers of ice in my amber mango snow boots, and the lint brush hanging from my belt has done absolutely nothing so far apart from bang constantly against my leg. Whenever I stop, I get the delight of seeing the purple bruises leaching further and further up my leg. Lovely.

I kick at the snow with the sharp points on the bottom of my mango snow boots, embedding them deep into the ice. My numb gloved finger grip onto a ledge above, and I haul myself up, shivering uncontrollably. But finally, I can see the top. The summit towers over the world, its barbed point reaching for the sky. A rush of adrenaline pulses through me. I’m so close to it.

My mango snow boots dig into the ice again and again and again. Each time I gain height feels like its own victory. The air up here is thin, the wind howling in my ears. I suck in a deep breath, wincing as the icy air bites me. I’m so close now. So close. Closer than any fox has ever been before. I left the rest of the foxes down at one of the base camps - they were too cowardly to go on. But not me. Not Lint. I have to be the most valiant fox who has ever lived.

I drive my mango snow boots into the ice one more time - wait, did I mention those before? They lodge themselves inwards, keeping me stable as I cling onto the summit and I finally drag myself up.

I did it. The first fox to ever climb Mount Everest. Lint the Valiant. Lint the Brave. Lint the Adventurer. Lint the-

“Mum, could you get the washing?” A deafening voice rings out.
“Just a moment, sweetie!” Another one replies.
I frown. Who are these people - giants?

All of a sudden. The summit is thrust into the air by… a hand? I grab onto it desperately for dear life, my eyes wide with terror as I’m lifted further and further up. Then I’m falling. Falling and falling and falling. So fast. Everything is a mere blur as the world rushes by.

I’m caught in warm calloused hands.
“Aw, it’s a baby fox!” One of the voices from earlier coos. I squirm in their hands, mewling at them. Trust humans to ruin my fun.

Of course Mount Everest just had to be a pile of laundry.

Daily - Nov 19 - 491 words

Prompt: Lint is teleporting (@_click_)

“Li-int!” I called, pushing aside the branches that blocked my path. Ahead of me, I caught a flash of orange, then purple as he teleported again. I huffed in annoyance, finally making it into the clearing just as the last wisp of his tail faded away. I pulled out some bright mango pieces as an attempt to lure him in. A shiny nose like onyx poked out of the foliage, sniffing rapidly. I gently squeezed one, and a trickle of pigmented juice dripped onto the ground. Lint let out a playful yip. I released my fingers, and it fell like a tiny cannonball towards the ground. Lint darted forward and I grinned.
“Gotcha!” I reached out with the harness, reaching to loop it around his neck. Suddenly, he teleported again, rapid fire this time, vanishing from in front of me and appearing behind, gobbling up the mango, then teleporting back into the trees. I lost my balance and fell, taking a mouthful of grass. I got onto my knees, spitting and wiping my mouth, and let out a weary sigh. The constant rustle continued to sound from around me.
“Okay, let's try this again.” I repeated that process 3 times, but every single moment I was an inch away from catching him, he teleported away. The harness had a device that would have stopped him, but it never even brushed his fur. Finally, an idea occurred to me. Every time I tried to catch him, he teleported directly behind me. So what if I made him think I was turned away from him?
I unclipped the armlet from my wrist. It was used for communication purposes, but also was able to produce holograms. After a few minutes of tweaks, I managed to make a crude moving picture of me with the harness. I grabbed a handful of mango shards and tossed them far enough that Lint wouldn’t pay attention to me setting up my trap.
I placed a mango on the ground, and positioned the hologram to look like it was waiting for Lint to come and try and grab it. A clicked a couple more buttons, and I was a crude imitation of invisibility. Someone could probably see ripples in the air if they looked hard enough, but I wasn’t worried about Lint noticing.
A few minutes passed, and Lint poked his nose out of the bushes. He crept forward, tail wagging playfully, and pounced for the mango. I made the hologram clumsily lean forward, hoping that Lint would think we were doing our usual regime.
It worked.
Lint teleported behind the hologram, where I was waiting. I quickly looped the harness around his neck, and he looked around, confused, as the hologram disappeared. The device whirred to life as his teleportation was stopped. I sighed with relief as he trotted forward on the leash and gobbled up the mango still on the ground.
‘Thank goodness,’ I thought to myself.

Nov 19 Daily
Prompt: Lint is starring in a new broadway musical
Writing Style: Isa's (AWritingCheerleader)

Tonight was the night. Lint was playing herself in a new broadway musical - LINT: THE MUSICAL - and it was opening night.
“Five minutes until showtime!” A host’s head appeared in the doorway of Lint’s dressing room. “You’re gonna do great!”
Lint’s stomach was doing cartwheels. She couldn’t believe it. She’d been practicing for so long, and now, it was time for her hard work to finally pay off.
“Places!” Someone yelled.
It was time.
Lint inched her way into her starting position, narrowly avoiding crew members moving sets or checking mics or whatever they were doing.
The overture began to play and the curtains rose. Lint set aside her worries and told herself she’d be fine. She’d do great.
The bright stage lights glared at Lint with the heat of a thousand fiery suns. The roar of the crowd drowned out all noise except the music blasting even louder from speakers. Lint could see professional photographers set up to catch her big moment on camera - if she messed up, it would be captured in a photo forever. She gulped.
Her cue played, and Lint took a deep breath.
She sang.
The audience disappeared.
She was no longer performing, acting, pretending on a stage in New York City - she was back in LA, watching movies and wishing she could be just like the actresses she saw on the silver screens.
The stage lights dimmed.
Lint’s moment was over.
She stepped back, the spotlight focused on someone else.
But she’d done it. She’d done it!
She sang, onstage, in front of great waves of people, and everyone cheered, everyone clapped, they all told her wordlessly that she was amazing.
Lint felt amazing.
The knot in her stomach had disappeared. She was as light as a feather and as carefree as a bird.
The rest of the show would be a piece of cake now that she’d sang that first song.
This was just the beginning.

. . . .as you can tell very bad and rushed.

“Here you go!” the waitress announced, placing down the platter of sushi before Lint. Lint blinked, licking his chops.
“Thank you,” he said cheerfully, reaching forward with a paw and shoving a whole piece down his throat.
Salt seemed to be the main flavor of it. Yet, a touch of sweetness tingled over his tongue as he swallowed it. The taste was almost magical. He closed his eyes, a smile on his foxy face. “It’s good,” he said, orange tail wagging as he reached for another piece.
“I’m glad,” she said with a warm smile. “Our sushi isn’t really all that popular, these days.”
“Really?” Lint asked around a mouthful of salty and sweet sushi. “I can’t imagine why. It’s really good.”
“I don’t know,” the waitress said, shrugging. “Because I know it’s made out of mermaid tails but they taste absolutely divine. I can’t imagine—”
She was cut off by Lint’s sudden coughing fit. She eyed him, narrowing her eyes. He had interrupted her, after all.
“It’s what?” he managed to choke out between coughs.
“I’m sorry?” she asked, a confused customer service smile on her face.
“They’re—” he gestured to the sushi that stared up at him, so, so innocent, “—made of what?”
“Oh,” the waitress said, frowning a little. “Mermaid tails. Why? Do you have an allergy?”
“No,” he said slowly and shook his head. “No, no… I just, uh, wasn’t expecting something so…” he trailed off, glancing away awkwardly. “… exotic… to, uh, taste so… yummy?” his voice pitched a little towards the end of his sentence.
“What, were you expecting it to taste like chicken?” the waitress asked, giggling a little.
“YEAH. Yeah. Let’s. Yeah. Totally,” Lint said, nodding rapidly. “I totally thought that mermaid tail sushi would taste like chicken instead of, uh, fish.”
“Well, I’m glad you enjoy it,” she said, before turning and leaving.
Lint paused and sighed. What in the world was he supposed to do with this now???

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