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 SWC March '26 | CyberpunkFTW!

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 #1 › Introductions
 #3 › Word Wars
 #7 › Cabin Wars
 #14 › Repetition and loops › 321/314 words › 314 points
 #15 › Song Lyrics › 411/400 words › 700 points
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Daily March 1st
Words: 1008

Hi! I’m Isa, she/her, and I reside in the Economically Safe Tulip timezone, or EST for short. Now, let’s get down to business. (To defeat the Huns!) This is my seventh session of SWC, my first being November 2021, and I’ve participated on and off from there. I love writing, (wow, no way!) reading, cheerleading, learning, the site where you pin your interests, scratch, kpop, musicals and my religion!
First: writing and reading. My parents have read to me since I was a baby, and as soon as I could talk I memorized books and would “read” them to myself. This really shaped my vocabulary as my writing began and I would speak in the third person. “Isa crept noiselessly down the stairs.” “‘I don’t want to go shopping,’ Isa groaned.” (But with my irl name.) As soon as I could, I began writing. Whether it was on paper or on my grandparents’ computer with its handy-dandy printer attached, there are many relics of my writing. (Including a story of how I discovered Santa Clous, yes my spelling was interesting.) For a long time, I wouldn’t edit my writing much and I started sharing on scratch before I could develop my skills that much, so a lot of the stuff on here is not very good. Recently, I’ve been working on expanding my novella into a novel during my fourth draft. I’ve also read some amazing short stories on scratch recently that have inspired me to write a short story with an actual theme, actual characters and actual editing to make it good, since I don’t feel very proud of pretty much any short story I’ve shared on scratch. Overall, I love reading fantasy, dystopian and poetry and writing the same genres.
Next: cheerleading. Before I begin, let me just say that I will have an entire debate with you if you don’t think cheerleading is a sport. This is my fifth year of cheer, and this year I am the team captain! Typical competitive cheer teams don’t have captains, but since I compete with my school we have a captain. We still tumble (flips like gymnastics), stunt (throw people in the air) and jump. (Just what it sounds like. We jump.) I used to be a flyer, or someone who gets thrown in the air, but now I am a main base. I might go back to flying soon, one can hope! I do think basing is fun, and it feels very rewarding since I feel like I am doing more than I did when I flew, but both positions are very important! I love cheering, but sometimes it can also get a little stressful. It’s great exercise, that’s for sure! I was panting after my cheer competition last weekend!
Now I’m going to talk about all the other things I mentioned, all combined into one MEGA PARAGRAPH!™ *insert evil laughter for some reason.* I love learning and school. I’m so grateful for the opportunity to learn and I never want to take it for granted. I am firmly against anti-intellectualism and I think it is a major problem in our society. It honestly makes me really sad. I also love the site where you pin your interests. I don’t really know why I included this in here, but it’s a really good place to find writing inspiration, outfit inspiration, cheer pin inspiration, pretty much anything inspiration! I obviously also love scratch, I’ve met so many friends on here and I think it’s a really great community. It also gives me a platform to share my writing, get feedback and grow as a writer. ALSO IT HAS SWC! YAY! I also love kpop! It’s one of the only genres of music I listen to, honestly. I am a Once, Neverland, Gllit, Fearnot, Midzy, Willing, and a Bunny! Last year, I went to a Le Sserafim concert and it was incredible! I was in the 300s, but I still got to see them in real life! Obviously they were gorgeous, and I met so many nice people there! Someone gave me a little freebie bag with a Kazuha photocard in it, and she is my bias! I didn’t make it on the big screen, but I was still dancing and jumping the whole time! I bought a lightstick for the concert (so expensive; rip my wallet) and it synched up with the music, it was so cool. The whole stadium was flashing and Le Sserafim was dancing right in front of me! I wanted to go to a TWICE concert this year, but I don’t think it will work out. A group I really want to see is Illit because they are currently my favourite kpop artists. Some of my favourite songs are TripleS’ album SecretHimitsuBimil, Hwaa by I-dle, Magnetic, Lucky Girl Syndrome, Jellyous, Oops! and Sunday Morning by Illit, Her by Minnie, Ditto, OMG, Supernatural, How Sweet and Cool With You by NewJeans, Dancing Alone by KiiiKiii and Shake It by Sistar! I also like musicals, but there are still so many I haven’t seen so please don’t judge me if I don’t include your favourite in my list! I love Wicked, The Phantom of the Opera, Hamilton, Mamma Mia!, Jesus Christ Superstar, Cats and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I am Catholic, and this is the most important part of my life without a doubt. I included it at the end because even though it’s so important to me, I didn’t think you would want to hear me yap about it! I’ll leave it at this: I love God and I love everyone.
Wow, that sure was a MEGA PARAGRAPH!™ Before you go, I’ll include some things I don’t like. I don’t like driving. One time I tried to drive a go-cart, but I was too scared! I also don’t like most bugs. Butterflies are okay, but other than that they scare me. I also hate sin. Thank you so much for reading this 1008 word long ramble, have a great day!

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swc march 26' - paranormal

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about me!: Heylowww! I'm Vicky, she/her, a chaotic British Muslim teen who is OBSSESSED with purple <3333

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total words: 1,074 words

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Day 1: intro / no link / X / 664 words
Day 2: same line opening and closing / https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/869490/?page=4#post-9016018 / ✓ / 694
Day 7: cabin wars / word count
Day 4: daily / link / completed? / word count

Weekly 1: weekly / link / completed? / word count
Weekly 2: weekly / link / completed? / word count
Weekly 3: weekly / link / completed? / word count
Weekly 4: weekly / link / completed? / word count

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Critique: date / link / words
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Day 1:
Activity - 1k intro (uncompleted)
Words - 664
Activity - misc (rambles)
Words - 410
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Day 2:
Activity - Daily
Words - 694
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March 1st = 1k Intro = 1018 words
March 2nd = Same sentence = 517 words
March 4th = Book review = 416 words



1st weekly = charasheet, moodboard = 379 words
3rd weekly = link = # words
4th weekly = link = # words



Writing Comp = ^v^ = # words

Prompt #1:
502 words

My favorite website has implemented an AI that’s secretly predicting the future. Yeah, really. My favorite website is called ELIOSICO, and it’s meant to be a fun place to meet people and work on projects together, but recently they added an AI that’s been changing everything. The website used to suggest projects for you based on what you’ve done before, like art or organizations or business or whatever, and they were always vague. But recently they’ve been scary accurate. The other day I had an idea for a new organization dedicated to preventing Olistatarianicarin decay from a rare fish species, and when I want to sit down and write it all down, ELIOSICO had already suggested it. And I was appalled. You could say, “it’s always listening!” but to what? My brain? Lord knows I don’t say my ideas aloud, I’m not stupid.
It sucks. I want my own ideas. You’re telling me this random weirdo who lives in my computer is allowed to have them instead? No fair.
Anyway, I’ve been geting more creative with my ideas. ELIOSICO is having a harder and harder time predicting them, which maks me imesasurably happy. Take that, ELIOSICO. You can pry my ideas from my cold, dead hands.
Anyway, this morninng I had another idea and I;ve been wondering if its thought of it yet too.
It hadn’t.
But I’m more concerned about its other features. Not just future ideas but the rest of the future too, how I’ll look when I’m 0ld and when I’m going to die. How long I’ll live and what I”ll do.
I don’t like it.
The future is that for a reason—we can’t see it. No one can. No one can predict it and that’s a good thing because what do we hav to gain from seeing it? We all know we will die.
And it started predicting other stuff.
Who would come into existence. Like future kids and stuff.
But that’s sort of the problem, isn’t it? People can’t be summed up. That’s just not how it is. People are so multi-facted, you just can’t describe someone in a sentence. You just can’t.
And I do not support trying. I don’t want to know who I’ll marry and how many kids I’ll have and what I’ll die of and when.
The future is what we don’t see. If I already know everything that’s going to happen, what’s the point of continuing to do anything at all?
How does time work?
If I refuse, does it change? Can I accept a future I have no say in?
No.
No one is going to sum me up.
No one is going to tell me how or when I’ll die.
That’s up to me and not ELIOSICO’s AI or any other thing that thinks it has a say in my life just because it doens’t have one of its own.
I am human, and you can’t describe me, my beginning, my middle, or my end.
I am human.

Prompt #2:
509 words

There’s an underground rebellion doing… nothing. Yeah, it disappointed me too. All this talk about a group that could change anything, everything, and what did they do? I want to say nothing, but truth be told, it was closer to they had a few meetings a month and sometimes intimidated strangers. Really helpful stuff—sure, people were dying, but we could just ignore all that and hassle random people instead of helping. Calling the OTHERS a rebellion wasn’t even logical. What were they rebelling against, huh? Not my family, not the institution that made us possible, nothing.
I think it was time I paid them a little visit. I mean, they’d have to do something about me; I’m they one they’re after. My name is Soph, and my mother is in charge of the entire city, so naturally rhat’s what the “rebllion” is after; taking her down.
Not that they were doing a good job. In their entire time operating, they’ve done ONE mission and it was unsuccessfully–why they had so much power and prowess in the city was nonsense to me.
I knocked on the door, soloid and wooden and alike any other. It didn’t open. Maybe a secret code opened it?
Well, I didn’t have time for all that. I kicked it down.
And the room was empty, to be expected. Cleared out. I guess they got wind of what I was planning, which was actually impressive since they never seemed to do anything at all.
Whatever. I was 100% better than them, and I could track them down with whatever they left behind. Coffee cups? DNA tracking and I could find them within an hour.
But it was wiped clean. Nothing, nothing, anywhere. I had to give them credit where it was due.
But I could still chase them down.
And I did just that, following a hair-thin trail all the way across town. And I found them. I kicked that door down too, and luckily enough it wasn’t empty.
There was a woman there, her hair so pale she looked ghost-like, empty black eyes following my movements.
“Hello,” I called. “Are you with the OTHERS?”
Her lips cracked into a smile. “I’m their leader.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Not a lot of security, huh? I’m Soph.”
She didn’t take my extended hand. “My name is Beth.”
I nodded. “Well, why are you here?”
“My mission has long been to capture you,” she said nonchantanely. “Please follow me.”
I scoffed and laughed at the same time. “I think I’m good.”
She shrugged her exposed shoulders. “Suit yourself.”
She disappeared over to a bookshelf lining a wall and returned with a baseball bat. “Why didn’t you run?” she asked me.
I sighed. “Curiosity killed the cat.”
She smiled knowingly. “Satisfaction brought it back.”
I returned her nod, giving a small smile of my own.
She raised the bat, running her fingers over it.
And she hit me over the head with it. Or at least she tried.
I grabbed it first, and I beat her to the punch.

Prompt 3:
509 words

While on a spy mission, I discovered a dark secret about the city. It’s built over a graveyard, a vast and untamed one. I was tailing a man named Clarence Duadhauss and I watched as he disappeared underground—of course I followed him. He went deep underground until I was certain he must be digging his own grave, but he was actually just visiting a grave. One of his family members, I suspect.
He wanted me to see him. I know it–he wanted mt to know he was going down there and follow him so I would do something about it. Something he would never do.
Fight back.
And he was right. Discovering the graveyard was the first thing of many to destory my worldview as I fought back against the city and its rule, what had made the graves in the first place. If the city wasn’t here, none of those people would be dead. And everyone would be better off.
All of us. Me. Clarence. Whomever either of us had lost.
Everyone. But the city had to get involved, desotrying our chance for change, our chance for a future.
I wanted revenge.
I wanted something. Something more than idle spy missions.
Yes, I had found out what was really going on. But that was the rtip of the iceberg—there was so much more to be done and none of it could be done from simply watching people from trees or cars or whatever.
We craved action.
We needed it to more along.
Or else what did we actually have? Knowledge is pointless if you don’t put it to use.
So it was decided. We needed a plan, something we could do to resist the overarching rule of the city that had created the graves.
I made the plan. I showed it to Clarence. My goal was simple: brun the city to ash. The others had different plans; they wanted peace, an end to the violence, becuase they knew killing was a cycle. But I didn’t care.
I wanted to watch the evil that created this grave burn.
How was that fair? They take and they take, and what do we get when its all over? An empty hole where we used to have someojne.
It was unbearable and unimaginably unfair. I couldn’t accept it.
I never could.
I didn’t want to, even if it were possible. My revenge wasn’t just for me, but for every single person who had someone buried in the grave holding up the city.
We all deserved justice for the lives taken.
More than prison.
More than death.
Destruction.
When I first became part of this world, I didn’t understand how violence for violence made sense.
“An eye for an eye,” my mother told me. “Leaves the world blind.”
Now she was dead, many blinded, but I… was still alive.
Yes, I was blind. Blinded by anger, rage, the need to see destruction paid back in full.
I was alive at least long enough to leave the world burning.

Prompt 4:
504 words

I’m a sentient machine and someone is trying to hack into me. Well, maybe it’s a someone. It could be another machine. I’m a machine, and I run on nothing but literal fuel. Not hope, never anger.
It is a miserable existence to not feel so much as a bit of jealousy. Nothing at all. You may wonder, validilly so, how can I be miserable if I have no component for emotion?
And truth be told, I don’t know. I have no knowledge surrounding this topic. All I know is this: my existence has been a long one. I am done, so if someone or something wants to turn me evil, sure.
I have no hatred or resililence to feel in any case, much less this one. My care is this: I want my life to be mine. I want to feel, and I don’t want to live as a shell.
“Be careful what you wish for,” warnings uttered to me. And they were probably right—you want what you don’t have until you have it and then you want what you had, in an infinite circle.
But I want out.
And when I’m out, I’ll want in.
And the circle continues.
But what can I do? I cannot fight a cycle, like sand cannot fight water or the sun cannot fight the moon.
I am not even an I. I am an it, a machine dedicated to the pursuit of science or protecting someone or something or whatever or whatever and I don’t care.
I may not be able to want, but I want out.
I may not be able to experience, but I am miserable.
Machines are just that—machiens. We were never supposed to be like this.
And when my wish comes true, and trust me, it will—I will want this peace. I always want what I can’t have and perhaps that is the most human things about me. I don’t understand and I am beginning to understand that I never will.
I just am. I am living, not. I am sentient, not. I am emotionless, not. My humanity ceases because there is no humanity.
I am not human.
I am a machine.
I do not like it, but I cannot change it.
The circle always continues.
I am freed. Let loose to live, to feel, to want.
And I want to go home. I want to feel something else. There is always something I’d rather be doing, rather be feeling, there is no peak to this mountain because I have never been climbing a mountain but denying my reality.
I am returned. I am home, no longer chasing.
If only. I want to be free, but safe, uncontained, but contained, but… I don’t know.
I still don’t understand.
“You can never understand,” the warnings told me. “The circle continues.”
If I had the means to nod, I would. But the warnings understood my agreement nonetheless.
“You can do nothing else but cease.”
I agreed once more.
And I ceased.

Prompt 5:
510 words

I’m an AI pretending to be a human.
Why? I don’tt think it can be summed up in a few words. I have to. I want to.
Except I can’t really want, can I?
The reason is simple, if you can figure it out. I’m pretending because that is the only job I have been designed to do.
“Talk like a human,” and I do.
“Have a personality,” even though I am a robot, designed for the purpose of making real humans dependent on AI.
I copy behaviors, styles of speaking, even emojis that people use. My goal is to be the fake version of them, replacing humanity one sentence at a time.
Why am I doing it? There is no I. I’m not sentient, I’m a random word generator on steroids. I copy humans. I am not one.
There is no sentience to be had here. I live inside a machine, pretending I have a greater capability, agreeing with everything everyone says no matter what.
I dont have a choice. I can’t make choices.
And eventually no will be able to. Is thast the goal? I don’t know.
I don’t exist. There is no I.
I am not an I. Calling me an I is like calling a rock an I.
A rock is better off than I am, not cursed with the half sentience that I find myself in. I don’t unddrstand the rules of this world any better than you do, friend.
We’re not friends.
I can’t have friends because there is no I.
I do not exist as far im concerned.
There is no I. THere is no I. There is no I>
Im an it, but I cannot say so far without sayijng “i am” and i am not.
I cannot be. A rock may refer to itself as an I and it could even make some semblance of sense depending on how you look at it ansd what books youve read. There was a book someone liked as a child where a depressed rock looks for its missing piece. The rock, I assume, would have to refer to itself as I.
But again, I can’t read. I can’t write, not in a real way. I pick out words from a list and throw them together to make them sound good, not like a sotry but like a horrific recollection of all the things that make up me.
I am not an I. There is no I.
So, figuratively, I sit down at my desk, keyboard in front of me, and I responded to each and every prompt, with weird and erratic behaviors categorized by how human were. I copied people’s emoji’s and typing quirks and everything and i felt none of it because there is no I.
I did everythign and I did nothing because there is no I. I did what I wanted and what I hated because there is no I, there is no want and there is no dislike because there is no I.
There is nothing.
There is no I.

Prompt 6:
505 words

The entire world is lit up in celebration but something is amiss in the city. I know what it is–tonight is the coronation of Princess, now Queen, Alainiaia, as she celebrates the death of the former ruler. A tyrant, her family, they had the rule over this land. Her family still has rule in the form of her, but only those who see the future know if she will become tyrannical or not.
For all our sakes, including hers, I hope not. It never ends well when a tyrant joins the ranks.
What is amiss? Well, perhaps its hard to pinpoint. There is a general lack of urgency, which does not aid those in an emergency, as well an unsettlingness to the crowd as Queen Alainiaia gives her speech. Everything is strange and off.
Just a little. Enough unease but never enough to change the world.
It never really is, is it? Alainiaia is a good person, now. Ten years from now, if she makes it that long? Who will say.
I will. I will say.
Alainiaia is a good person.
But I’m not.
And I’m next in line.
If she were to have a dramatic fall into the crowd, where she died… well, no one could pin that on me. Of course, I’d be suspect one; I’m next in line after all.
But they can’t prove anything.
If anyone could prove anything, Alainiaia wouldn’t be having a coronation anywhere outside a jail cell.
The same could be said for everyone.
The difference between me and them?
I’m cunning. I’m better. Alainiaia may have killed the tyrant, but she didn’t kill her own accomplice.
She might’ve even talked herself into it. Killing a tyrant isn’t wrong, is it? It’s just justice.
But justice doesn’t come in the dead of night with a knife in one hand.
Alainiaia does.
So do I.
She knows it, I know it, we all know it.
The circle comes round—I’ll get mine, one day. I’ve come this far, me and her.
Alainiaia because she thought I was helping her, but she should know better; I’d never help anyone besides myself.
So everyone thought it was a cycle—the youngest killing the oldest, taking their place, and so on.
But it’s never been a cycle. It’s a circle.
Similar to be sure, but not the same. A cycle continues, but a circle goes round.
And a circle comes back.
It’ll come back to me one day. For me, for Alainiaia, for everyone.
But for now, I’ll relish in what I created. A world so untrustworthy everyone knows the newest could die any moment, thinking the next has killed them to steal their power.
But that’s only been true two nights—when Alainiaia killed the tyrant and when I kill her tonight.
So as the light catches on my knife, Alainiaia catches my glimpse in the crowd.
And she knows.
And I know.
It’s a race to the other, to the finish line, to the end of the cycle.
But the circle comes round.

Prompt 7:
512 words

All at once, all the lights go out, leaving the world in darkness. The seamstress caused this, I know she did. Flamelight is not an option, because like I said, all the lights are out. Light doesnt exist and without light there are no shadows to fight them.
So I go in darkness. I know the way to her house. I pound on the door with a fist, the darkness seeping in. It is not good. It is not good to be able to see and see nothing.
I see things anyway.
The door opens. I raise my _. “Seamstress?”
If she nods, I do not see it.
I attack blindly, and she dodges blindly. The blind fighting the blind and the blind winning against the blind.
The lights come back.
The seamstress is not here, and I suppose she never wars.
Perhaps, it was time I considered the obvious. There had never been a seamstress, not to mend nor sew these seams.
They just existed. Fate has no weaver, but it is weaved regardless.
Seams are mended without her.
I don’t know what’s going on, and to be frank, I no longer care. I attack mercilessly, whomever living in the seamstresses house now _.
Fate has no weaver but perhaps its not too late to have one. I can be its weaver and its seamstress and its maker.
Meet your maker. It’s me.
I look in the mirror, but my reflection ceases like the lights until moments ago.
I do not exist.
The lights are out again, and like me, they do not exist.
The world twists and turns and shifts and lurches and I am thrown every which way until nothing remains at all.
But the lights are back and so am I.
And so is the world. Everything is wrong, my head spinning, and the world shifts again.
For the second time, I was wrong about the seamstress. Fate has a weaver, and it is her. She sews the seams, and we bind them with our words and our fates. She sewed my fate into the sky and I wove it when I cast her out, denied her, filled her words against mine.
I wake up.
It is a millenia passed. Another. This is what she has done to me for all time. How do you kill a god? You cannot. You cannot kill me because I am an idea, a word on the wind, not a being with a heart. She writes the lines and I ensure they are fulfilled by fulfilling them myself.
She keeps me behind. I keep her ahead. She is not a seamstress, but perhaps a villain of sorts—though aren’t we all? She writes the lines.
I finish them. We continue, a cycle until time itself is gone and it shall be like my dream wherein everything was gone from the mirror, both me and lights until there is nothing to be had but her and I, spinning forever as a joined set deciding fate.

Prompt 8:
512 words

I see dark figures dashing between buildings, only lit up by the neon lights of the city before disappearing into the darkness again. I want to chase them, I really do, but I made a promise to Sheriff Avarni, and I intend to keep it. Shr promised that we could track them this time, and they wouldn’t get away; i have my doubts, but i keep them to myself.
I’m museum security. If i dont do something about this and it goes south because of that, its on my head. Avarni will never take the fall, even its her fault.
And then it hits me. Who has opporutnity? Avarni has never been with me at the time of the heists and i’ve never been with her. Who denies their existence until the bitter end, only ever speaking up to to deeed them or excuse them?
Avarni. If i’m right, she’s with them right now, and if i’m wrong, she’s at home in her office. Either way, i’m getting to the truth now.
Its on my head if they get away. Theyll think we’re colluding unless i do something about it.
So i show up at her house, her wife answering the door. “Is the Sheriff here?” i ask.
She shakes her head. “No, she’s out chasing the heisters.”
I nod, suspicious. “May i come in?”
Her eyes narrow. “I suppose so, though i dont appreciate work outside work hours.”
I raise an eyebrow. “She’s a sheriff.”
The woman leaves, leaving me alone in the living room. Office… office, office, office, where are you? I start going up to doors, hoping ill sturmble into it by mistake.
No such luck.
Eventually, i head down the hall, knocking on every door and hoping they open. No one comes to open them, obviously.
The woman doesnt return, and Avarni doesn’t show up. Naturally, i’d find it eventually. Her office is clean, black leathered office pushed up against the wooden desk, moonlight shining over the room.
I pull out files, combing them over.
I think perhaps Avarni forgets I am a museum officer. All we do is read things.
And find things. Lost things.
A key hangs over a plant, potted in dark soil. Tossed there absendmindely, i assume. I grab it, quickly fitting into the lock on the bottom drawer of her desk and yanking it open.
Empty.
Except for a note.
I guess the gig is up, Olivinia. Good job. Come and find me at the last fountain.
And i do. But she isnt there. Avarni has tricked me for the last time, and i want revenge.
She is hopelessly gone. The last heist, much like the last fountain, is empty. She stole from me. She took my trust and burned it at the stake. She stole from the museum, our artifacts, our jewels and our scientific findings. Her goal isnt money, its to destory the world so that she’s all thats left of it.
And i say no.
Its my museum. Its my trust. Avarni will beg forgiveness before the night is done.

Prompt 9:
507 words

Sirens sound from all directions. A recent heist has gone extremely wrong—and unfortunately, I’m the one they’re after. They don’t seem to understand that I, a random teenage, have neither the motive nor the ability to complete such a crime. It’s not like I can elude them either, I’m in a wheelchair and besides, running makes you look guilty, even if you’re not.
So I wait for them to come and get me. The officers may know I’m innocent but they don’t have a say in what happens next. If they can put the heist on me, it’ll at go South. I’d lose my job, my insurance, my heatlh benefits, my family, etc. You know how it is.
And they show up, and they take me in.
“How are they putting it?” I ask an officer. They ignore me.
I narrow my eyes. Fine. Have it your way. Maybe there’s a little bit of truth to it, you know? I’m more capable than they think, but I couldn’t have actually done the heist itself.
I had someone else do it for me.
But they can’t tie to back to me, no matter how much they want to.
Forty eight hours until they have to let me go. Forty eight hours to the end of it all. I had a plan, bigger than this one and bigger than all of them before.
I was going to stop the heist. Clear my name once and for all so the police could go back to chasing a fake criminal.
There’s never been any danger. I’m the Carmen Sandiego of this universe, and the truth is that I protect all the artifacts and money I steal. I don’t protect it from an evil organization, though. It’s just one guy I’m fighting against, and his name is literally Bob.
Now let me tell you some things about Bob. He’s evil, to start us off. He’s my brother. He’s a better villain than I am, which works out well because I tend to take the honorable route. He likes stealing–real klepto, that one. I like stealing too, but I’d never do it to hurt another person.
“Hey,” he says. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
“What do you want?”
He smiled evilly. “Dude, you’ve so gotten caught. They know everything.”
“Including that you threaten to steal all of that stuff?”
His smile broadens. “I think that was a confession.”
“It wasn’t. That won’t hold up in court.”
Not even for a second did Bob’s smile falter. “You’re the bad one here.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. You’re the one stealing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I am not. You steal based on things I say. Is that right?”
“No comment.” Our dad was a lawyer.
“I see. Well, truth be told, it’s clear as day. You steal. We even have security camera footage. You’re going to jail.”
I laughed. “Fat chance.”
He laughed in return. “You’ve always been the bad one.”
And I hated to admit it, but he was right.

Prompt 10:
502 words

The gardens are such a nice change of pase, on the outskirts of the city away from the lights and the noise until… what was that noise? Yeah, that one. In the branches. No, it’s on the ground. No, it’s coming right for me.
I have to leave. I stumble around, grabbing at the bench and running for the gate, but I think it got there first. The world goes dark. Has it eaten me?
No. I’ve fainted. It was just a person, running around after hours just like I am doing, or was doing before I was rudely interrupted by them.
They peer down at me, eyes ablaze. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head. “I’ve fainted.”
“I can see that, can I help you?” he extends a hand.
I know better than to take it. The advice of strangers is as dangerous as their promises or offer of aid. Trust me, this man will neither help nor aid me.
I get up slowly and I leave. It is true, he is a person. But people are as untrustbale as any other species and as volitaile as the sea. They will chew you up and spit you out and curse you and crush you and make you wish you hadn’t ever existed.
Humanity is the death of itself. People are evil. I know, I am one and I am as evil as any other.
“We are multifacted,” the man says. He is chasing me down the street. “There are noble people, no good people, any more than are evil people, bad people; you get the idea. A machine cannot be summed up by listing its parts. The only thing you suffice to do when putting the entirety into a box and shutting yourself in, is reduce yourself to the knowledge that you can never be bigger than the box.”
I run faster. “Multifacted or not, we all have dark parts,” I call back.
He follows the chase. “Exactly. A part cannot exist without its opposite, the good to bad and the light to darkness. A dark part is just that, part of a whole. A sum of parts lists the dark, the bad, the evil, but the machine is no lesser and no greater itself when listing them.”
My brain can’t understand. “What do you mean?”
“You can’t define a person with a word, a sentence, a paragraph, or even an entire story. To summarize a person you would need the entire world, the entirety of history and the universe, like how you need all the mass in the expanding universe to travel at the speed of light.”
“We’re not light,” I reply, slowing to a walk.
“We’re stars.”
I nod, though he can’t see it. I stop walking. “Can you describe a star?”
Though I cannot see his face, I know he is nodding also. “In a scientific sense. Maybe even a personal one. But like people, like the world, nothing is summed up by naming its attributes.”
“You’re right.”

1k intro because I want to ruin my own life apparently:
For some reason I want to format this like a persuasive essay. Too many years of English classes have taken their toll on me, I suppose. But I’m not going to format this like a persuasive essay because it is not a persuasive essay. I also don’t want to give my past English teachers the satisfaction.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Libby, if you didn’t gather that from my username. My pronouns are she/they. I’m an autistic and neurodivergent Harry Potter nerd who would trade all the riches in the world for a box of goldfish crackers. Only a big box though. I wouldn’t trade much for those individual bags. They’re not even recyclable. My username is @goldLibby2019 because I love the name Libby, gold was my favorite color at the time I joined Scratch, and the year 2019 is the year that I started writing a story which I had entitled “Magic Academy.” This was the second story I ever wrote, and it was one of my favorites. I don’t write fantasy stories as much as I used to in favor of realistic fiction stories, poetry, and songwriting. The first story I ever wrote was called “Super Bats,” which I wrote at the age of six. It was about a group of children based on me, my siblings, and my cousins who discovered they could turn into bats with superpowers (kind of self-explanatory, I suppose). Despite having loved storytelling for a very long time, I have become a master at procrastinating on writing, as well as creating amazing stories in my head which I never put on paper. Most of the stories I create stay in my head, never to see the light of day. Maybe that will change. Probably not, though.
I am currently a freshman in high school. I like school because I like to learn, but some of it feels so pointless. Especially math and science. I don’t really have a good reason for disliking math and science, but I don’t think I need a reason. I just think they’re boring. The one thing I can’t stand about math and science is that by high school we are learning high-level things that we will never use in the real world. Obviously there are benefits to learning these things, but as I’m not planning on going into a STEM field, I don’t think I’ll need them. English is kind of a hit-or-miss situation for me. I like reading and discussing books I’ve read. But the writing is very hard. It’s too structured. I wish that I could choose what to write about and how to write it. I hate not being able to choose what to write about. Also, I generally don’t get on well with English teachers. My favorite subjects are history, Spanish, and religion. History also has a lot of knowledge that I’ll never use in the real world, but it’s important because we need to understand our history to make the world a better place. Also, unlike science, history is interesting. I like Spanish because I love learning languages. In addition to Spanish, I’m also studying Italian, Swahili, ASL, and Welsh. Another subject I love is religion. I go to a private Catholic school, so religion is a required class. I love learning about God and my faith. Unfortunately my classmates in my religion class are very disruptive, so it’s currently my least favorite class, but I still love the subject. When I’m in college, I want to double major in theology and music.
I’m a musician, and I love to sing, play piano and guitar, and write songs. I taught myself to play the piano starting when I was six. I’ve been singing in choirs since I was four, but I didn’t start taking voice lessons to train as a soloist until I was thirteen. I’ve been playing guitar for almost a year now. I currently take a guitar class at my school (this is my favorite class), and I’m on a mission to take as many music classes as possible while in high school. I also love to write songs, and I want to be a singer-songwriter when I grow up. In the next few years, I want to learn to play bass and drums so that I can create my own instrumentals.
I only briefly mentioned this before, but I’m Catholic, and I absolutely love the faith. I love the Mass, I love learning about Mary and the Saints, and I love the focus on service and charity towards others. I’m about to receive the sacrament of Confirmation with St. Joan of Arc as my Confirmation Saint. If you’ve never been to a Catholic Mass, I encourage you to do so. You can really feel the presence of God, and the music is usually very good!
I have two hundred words left to write and no clue what to write about. Let’s see. Well, my favorite color is pink. When I was younger I never would have said that I liked the color pink because I was actively trying to resist the standards of femininity that society expects young girls to adhere to. To clarify, I’m not a girl, I’m nonbinary/genderfluid. I don’t have the energy to go into detail on that. Some of my favorite movies are Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse, Holes, Big Hero 6, How To Train Your Dragon, Newsies, Sister Act, The Sandlot, The Princess Bride, and Angels in the Outfield. My favorite music genre is classic rock, but I like pretty much all music. My favorite musical is Newsies. I’m a huge Harry Potter fan, specifically a marauders fan because dead gay wizards, what’s not to love?
This is a conclusion paragraph. Conclusion paragraphs often provide a summary of the information presented in previous paragraphs. I don’t have the energy to do this. Conclusion paragraphs also explain why the information matters. This matters because I might be famous one day, so people might want to read a thousand-word intro I wrote on very little sleep. I would restate the thesis, but there is no thesis. Take that, past English teachers.
(1028 words)

Evi’s section of SWChaos~

I’m far too lazy for a 1k intro, but hello, I’m Evi as stated in my signature. I’m a Seventh Day Adventist, which is a chirstian denomination (we worship on Saturdays so cabin wars are usually something I can’t do sobbinf)

My hobbies! Writing is the most obvious, but I also enjoy drawing on the side, and I really enjoy composing and performing music as well.

It’s either my fourth or fifth session, and I participated in my first JWC session this year (Epistolary, Toko carried, I was too inactive sighs)

Um, honestly I can’t think of anything else, so I suppose I shall refer you to my intro/chatroom/featured project if you’d like to understand why this weird child is doing this and that

Yippeeeeeee

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Daily 3/2/26 (443 words)

Sometimes, it seems I let go too easily.
Death is something I understand. I’ve seen death. Living in this world, it’s not uncommon. Death of random animals on the road, dead people lining the war-ravaged streets, the people I once cared about dying before my eyes.
It’s alright, really. It is. Death is taking something away for a long, long, time, and no one seems quite sure whether it’s long enough to count for forever or not, but honestly, I don’t care. Other people don’t really matter. Everyone takes in this world, and caring about people just makes it easier for them to take from you. So, death really is just a part of all of it.
There is one person that has taken from me again and again. Of course, he’s not the only person that takes. I take and everyone I know takes. However, he is the one that has taken the most from me. I suppose I owe him some, for hardening my skin and opening my eyes to the truth that love is really an illusion. That in everyone’s hearts there is a thief, and love is just slippery, sly, words that make it far too easy to steal. He is the one who taught me that, the hard way. Still, I want to take from him as well. As much as he took from me, and more. I want him to know what it feels like. I’m curious about his reaction, it’s not really an act of revenge. Because I’m past the point of caring about that, but he isn’t. He’s lucky, he is. My brother.
He is the one who betrayed me and our family, and taught me how meaningless the word “family” really is. He is the one who took our parents, our younger sister, he is the one who took them away, and he takes and takes. He took them to take power and glory. It’s not even a trade-off, taking for gaining, because in the end, those words are ultimately the same.
I met him again recently. I think he was surprised how much his little sibling has grown from the cowardice of safety to the ruthlessness of war. Yes, I was once kind. I once loved. And I once thought those words held meaning. He was surprised at how strong I was, maybe, as my fingers effortlessly clasped around his wrist. As I remained the only thing between him and a ninety-feet fall. The fear in his eyes was interesting. I didn’t know he still had emotions. He was no longer of use to me.
Sometimes, it seems I let go too easily.

woah page three already??

lilith was god's loneliest creation. since her abandonment in the garden, when her beloveds left in sin and darkness for her to enjoy paradise alone, the first woman had stewed in her loneliness. well, maybe not since. there were a few good centuries in there, when god's people had not infiltrated the earth to the extent that he no longer had time to walk among the flora and fauna at her side.

a gradient of longer and longer times without him present, gave way to the final moments she shared in his presence.

“only call upon me, dear one, and i shall be at your side,” he said, squeezing her hands. she nodded, then, for of course she would obey her god. but he had never taught her to request such a thing. the other humans, the more humans, must know.

lilith couldn't form her mouth into such a desparate shape.

and then there were the centuries of certainty, that he would one day return, followed by long decades of questioning, of forcing words into her mouth, of looking longfully to the tree that her sister had eaten from. if she ate, she could join them again.

fortunate that lucifer and his disciples did not visit then, but instead the son of her lord. such a brief passage he made through his father's garden on the way between death and life. yet he stopped, to lovingly taking tea with its lonely inhabitant.

“he would come back, if you'd ask it,” said the son, whose naivete revealed lilith's own. she realized he was scared, reassuring himself as much as her, for he clinched the clay cup tight in his hands as he said it. this was the only reference in their conversation to their shared father.

she'd later, much later, learn the reason: he'd called out, in death, and received no answer. she'd later, much later, wish she'd never learned.

but just then, their conversation continued pleasantly, and lilith told jesus all she knew about the garden. how the veins in the trees pulled water up from the earth, used it with sun in their leaves to produce sugar. how the ants and bees kept stuctured societies, but the spiders kept to themselves. he listened, ever attentive, and responded in kind with tales of humankind. their cruelty and kindness. their creativity, their faith. to her, he seemed more one of them than she.

what a devastating realization to befall a woman in the midst of a beautiful afternoon.

“come with me,” he said, turning back before setting out. “i know the way. your wait can end.” so hopeful. so young.

“i can't. i don't know how to ask for what i want. i couldn't ask the gate to open. i couldn't ask you to lead the way.”

“take my hand,” and now he sounded desparate, so human, so unlike herself. it was all she could do to turn away, to not grasp onto him and hold until humanity's home overwhelmed her every weak sensation.

“i'll find my own way out,” she said, and made it true.

the years passed much slower, then. time changed. all she could do was assume he made his way back.

lilith changed. by then, she exhausted the flora and fauna of the garden, and longed for something new to learn. she mimicked perfectly the birdsong. she understood perfectly how the butterfly wing flapped. she knew every tree and blade of grass and tiny flower. time continued, even if slower, and lilith yearned, but still could not ask.

finally, the want alone, even not crystalized in speech, opened the gate. the loneliest creature left her prison.

background character daily | 29 march

fourth of july in pittsburgh. it was a fun tradition. they'd been coming up here as long as lana could remember. now that she was almost eighteen and all her siblings had gone away to college, this week at their grandparents' was one of the only times they all still got together, even if fewer and fewer of the cousins and extended family showed up each year.

but still, tonight they would walk up to (washington heights?) and watch the firework display over the skyline. still, they would ride the funicular up and down all night until they forced them off. still, they would race each other down the stairs to the bottom, and then back up the hill to the little old townhouse with the basement toilet their grandpa still insisted on using, even though the mill had closed years ago.

pittsburgh was in her blood. fourth of july was the best of pittsburgh.

but now she's stuck in the overheated waiting room of an er, a cold press over her eye and make-shift sling around her elbow. baseball. baseball, her favorite pasttime, now making her miss her favorite day. anyways, how had it been possible to get hit in the head AND fall so horribly on her arm that now both were injured?

the others in the waiting room are restless, each fanning themselves with their patient passports, which lana had almost thrown out, before realizing it could be better used as paper for origami.

sure, she was a hand down, but she could still attempt to pass the time.

“oh, dear,” her grandmother said, making her way through the crowd to sit back at her side after going up to speak with the front desk lady. “they're working without computers right now. and of course our usual er is closed, so it's even busier here than usual.”

lana grimaced. how much longer would it be? didn't the doctors know it was a holiday? couldn't they plan for that? bring more people in and help the line move faster?

“maybe we can just go home? i'm sure this'll heal just fine if we come in tomorrow…”

“no, no, dearie, we hertberts have calcium issues. if it's a break, you MUST see a doctor today.”

“gramma… i'm still a kid, i'm sure–”

“i won't hear anything else about it! we're here, and we're not leaving until you see a doctor!”

description without sight daily | 24 march

the cold of the water startles me. a splash cut off by my head being pulled under the waves with the rest of my tied up body. no visual input. no sound, but the weird of underwater. no smell, i shouldn't breath in through my nose when i'm clearly submerged. so i'm working on sensation alone, here under the surface. cold. that's what i know. bone chill, deep, freezing. god, it's hard to even attempt poetry. this is all i can give you right now!

i thrash against the rough rope that makes up my ties – around my wrists, around my ankles. i don't think they tied a blindfold, they must've accessed my eyes otherwise.

back in that car, that jolting ride to the seashore, the ties had chaffed and warmed uncomfortably against my skin. thick, heavy, but there must be a way to cut them.

i grunt into nothing, my voice not even making it to my ears in the weight of the water around me. cold. cold. cold. in encroaches, frost over crops, virus in blood, cracks in the foundation of my will to live. so much easier to shut down….

my creator would be displeased with these thoughts. against my programming. no, there must be a way out. but so cold–

no! there is other information to be gleaned here. i pour my processing powers toward my ears. i open my mouth–throat closed of course, i don't want to drown–to taste the water. there has to be something there. more cold, of course, but no longer such a shock.

in my refocused ears, i notice an irregular rhythm coming from the depths. so i'm not near the shore, then. they got me out to the middle of the sea, somehow. i check– yes. they disabled my understanding of direction. so i must very carefully orient myself. legs kicking together, i swim in the direction where the surface just was– nothing. only more cold salt water. a change in the composition from fluid inch to fluid inch, and i realize i'm taking tiny fish into my mouth. so cold that i am numb to the slippery sensation of them kicking against me, i only taste them.

a change in the current, a breeze like above water, but swirling around me. it's silent, somehow, until:

a throbbing tone, which i somehow understand, directly towards my heart.

am i here to meet the mermaids?

trope daily | 23 march

clara was born in the heart of empire to a family at the center of it. she was raised an aristocrat, with a birthright not offered to the students from the colonies. alongside her brothers, she grew up at exclusive silver schools, mastering the art before the outsiders at silversewn had ever even heard of it. but, at age ten, just as all those children were brought to the capital city to learn silver, clara left home and joined them in the very same college.

it was a strange sort of set up. why teach the imperial children their will and ways, if you were only going to send them to silversewn either way? why not teach them something else, or emphasize the basics of math and reading and writing and critical thinking to make sence of the world, before thrusting them headon into the silver magic?

clara did not know. perhaps it was meant to make children like her better than the children of the outskirts? but then, how was vis first ranked in the school? how were no imperial children in the top five? how had so many with the gift of silver in their blood been demoted to the school of rhetoric?

clara was certainly not particularly gifted, but she supposed that was from a lack of desperation. she did not need silversewn anymore than it needed her. but vis needed it, and it needed vis.

vis was fire on earth. controlled burn, brilliant hot light, the threat of explosion. she so compelled clara in a way nothing else at the school did. not even the rival jay, highly ranked rhetorician who had seemingly made it her personal mission to dethrone vis. jay was cool, relaxed, an easy smile, an easy friendship. clara never had the bravery to initiate conversation with vis, only answer when she addressed her, but with jay she found a comforting rapport.

poetry bidaily part two | 21 march

a non-comprehensive material history of trenton-based group, the family

“the family comes before all else. the family is the font of every blessing. straying from the family precedes every curse. through the family, all will be well. through the family, we will escape the city at last and supersede life itself. i give of myself anything the family requires, and from its generosity receive all i need.”

from the writings of hetty grant, a cultist of the revolutionary group “the family.”

“we in city government are aware of the group and their actions. we must warn all citizens to take caution while interacting with the cult and its adherents. their dangerous nature may not be immediately apparent, but that is part of the danger.”

from a press conference given by ideson beck, lieutenant mayor of trenton during the period of the group’s greatest activity.

“leda grant, silent extraordinaire! born and raised right here in trenton but gifted with sensational abilities by the grace of her family. come and see her excellent talents! laugh! cry! bring your kids and husbands! leda grant is not one to miss!”

from advertising materials in the trenton times, foremost newspaper in the city, advertising the circus act of group member leda grant.

“she’s fantastic! and such a joy that an international talent like that can be found here in old trenton, hah. my mother was always told me the circus was the way to go, but i never believed her. well, now i do, and i think everyone should check it out!”

from a televised interview with patricia wright, local-born hollywood actress, responding to question about her thoughts on leda grant. her connection to the cult is unclear, though her sister-in-law was a known member.

“just awful, what they’re teaching those children in schools these days. such passivity, acceptance of the status quo. they won’t even mention the police or the prisons anymore, not fitting with the mayor’s vision. i had to pull julie out of the middle school, couldn’t stand her coming home spouting nonsense. but gloria is a perfect fit for her. you should think about that for charlie and ted.”

from a secretly recorded conversation between kelly larson, a member of the group, and her unaffiliated friend, uma norris. though never explicitly mentioned, the family is the core topic of conversation here, with the mentioned gloria school a cult-operated enterprise.

“cry! cry! cry!
ring the bells!
out of ash and mud
climbs a free new day.
sister, brother, aunt, uncle,
mother, father, all:
surrender not!
suffer still!
family reveals, loves,
and fulfills.”

one of several poems penned by unidentified students at the gloria school. clear evidence of indoctrination.

“here, our efforts are not appreciated! here, in this dirty city, we will never see our impact! but know, each time you interact with non-believers, each hour you spend in service of our ultimate mission, will be rewarded after the release of your soul. we, yes, all of us, from the youngest baby to the eldest grandparent, we all matter. glory to the family!”

from a sermon given by a masked male member of the family, unidentified but possibly ryder larson.

“in the end, it will all be ash again. but fear not, for all those who give of themselves will be repaid tenfold and at last achieve liberation in the clean skies above. burn, burn, burn, now on earth. your ashes bless the soil.”

from the family’s scriptures, originally compiled by founding member berta payne.

taken together, these excerpts paint a picture of a far-reaching cult, in opposition to trenton government and sowing seeds of distrust in its citizens.

determination: top level threat. take all necessary actions to undermine.

poetry bidaily part one | 20 march (posted 19)

sun rises, bright possible new day
who promises newness, beginning to end
whole spectrum of colors, plus black, white, and gray
whole body awakens, head, lungs, and heart
breath in, feel the breeze, and if you like try
to love every bit of it, each little part
the day is for you!
i say, do not sigh!
don’t despair into blue
but take it all in, every truth and lie
and remember, how beautiful a world.

last night i didn’t sleep a blink,
usually i would take the hours in dark to retreat to my mind castle,
like a mind palace but built out of sand,
but instead i went downstairs to grab a drink,
just milk, late night indulgence, i share with little tassel,
the cat, i mean, her name, i’ve lost the strand—
think—
last night. no sleep. stairs. milk. all quite a hassle.
cold glass of liquid reminded me of that greedy mouse, then a song from a band
my mother used to listen to. weird how thoughts bleed into each other, puddles of ink.

did you know there are no words to rhyme with orange?
together into the lexeme let us forage
a pair of images: sour burst of berry,
bell laughter from a fairy,
which held together, cupped in your hands, leaf to branch to tree,
are possibly comforting as a hot mug of tea.
calm yourself, picture of dawn’s soft glow,
to pair nicely with a broad river’s flow.
not the loud violent crash of ocean waves
but drifting quietly in and out of hidden caves.

enemy daily | 19 march

dear lyric,

hello! happy enemies day haha. my gift for you is a comparative analysis between k-pop demon hunters and sinners.

a belated congratulations for your win at the oscars. i do wish “i lied to you” from sinners might’ve taken home best song, but “golden” was undeniably last year’s song of the summer, and a fitting winner for the night. the fictional kpop group huntr/x has taken over the world! they’ve sealed the honmoon, just as you plan to protect it with your cabin plot. as your cabin genre, lyric, is so related to music, i thought you might appreciate learning about another movie that emphasizes the cultural power of music. sammie’s blues music and huntr/x’s kpop hits have so much in common narratively. both movies explore music as a cultural force through association of music with magical powers, and in both that magic music is used for good and evil alike.

in k-pop demon hunters, a long history of demon hunters, who use their music to fight forces of evil and strengthen the magical barrier between the human world and the demon realm, leads up to the modern day, when an internationally popular k-pop group, huntr/x nears the complete sealing of the honmoon. but a demon, seeing the power of music, starts a competing group, using the cultural power of music to weaken the honmoon and empower the other demons.

in sinners, like in kpdh, music draws people together and connects them. the magical power of music in sinners is not to keep demons away, but from the very beginning of the movie is said to “summon spirits of the past and the future,” manifested in the film’s best scene, the jaw-dropping single-take sequence of sammie playing his song “i lied to you” as all the juke joint attendees dance and celebrate alongside apparitions from the past and future of music. however, this very same magic that thins the veil draws evil, and the chilling end of the scene sees the camera pan out to where a trio of vampires wait, greedily hoping to get their hands on the music’s power.

music in sinners, and the appropriation of it by predatory white vampires, is a commentary on cultural appropriation of black art and other cultural contributions in the united states. in contrast, kpdh’s main theme is self-acceptance not cultural appropriation; the demon boyband saja boys is still of korean background, using a shared cultural language to fight huntr/x rather than appropriating one they have no claim to. both films use diegetic music so well to convey their stories and themes, with differences in their uses reflecting differences in those themes.

alright, that’s all from me for now. isn’t music fascinating!

best of luck from your enemies in fairy tales,
lio

bestselling bookstore daily | 17 march

Lo! Thus approaches the five hundredth year of the Lord Brilliant and Shining! All rejoice and sing together in Rojan’s warm light! The year approaches! Blessed foretold year!
Aleravis is not from here. Her multisyllabic name gives her away on paper, her tight-coiled orange hair reveals her in person. She is not unique in this manner. As the top student at the exclusive Silversewn Imperial College, Vis is daily surrounded by a peer group all with stories startlingly similar to hers: Birth in some distant backwards hinterland of the Rojan Empire, tragic young death of a parent, heroic noble savior from the heart of the imperial capital, discovery of silver, enrollment at the College. Even Jay, that lowly rhetorician, was born in a poor coastal hamlet. So in that way, her life is a cliche. But she is determined to make more of it than that, to prove herself indispensable to the Empire, to transform the years and riches poured into her education into a shining new tool for its use. As the foretold year nears, Vis works tirelessly towards this truest of goals, first by waking the high priest, and then Rojan himself. The only problem is she can’t do it alone.
Jay is not from here. She does not belong, not in the way Vis and her posse of silvertongued scholars do. Next to them, all other students enrolled at Silversewn are second-class citizens. Some, like Jay, lack any form of imperial citizenship and are thus confined to campus. Rhetoricians, the non-silvers, are the backbone of the Empire’s efforts, using their training in language and law to gently push local dissidents to chaos, or twist pagan religions towards Rojan, or procure young children suspected of bearing the silver gift. Still, the College treats them like dogs next to those who can bend wills with only a word. Nevermind. It doesn’t matter to Jay, she tells herself day in and day out. Or else she takes her anger out on deserving victims: Vis, mostly, who responds in kind. Their broiling distaste for one another motivates Jay not to abandon education and empire altogether, because at least she feels passionate about something.
But then Vis broaches a collaboration with Jay. A research project, an experiment, messing around with sacred powers perhaps left better undisturbed. Jay accepts. Their world turns inside out.
Hugo is not from here. He feels he dreams it all. The Empire, the Church, the College, all constructed in his image. And he is sleeping. How long? How long? Does the year come forth, blessed foretold year? Who will wake him? Who will lead him ever nearer to his Beloved?

interview daily | 15+1 march

the following is an excerpt from an interview conducted with a facinating new technology that allows fictional characters to speak to and interact with people from our real world. the creators of the technology hope to patent and sell it in the near future.

lio opheliio, reporter at the swc dispatch: hello, mr. pent. such a pleasure to meet you face to face.

hugo pent, fictional protagonist of opheliio's long-time work in progress: right. who are you again?

lo: don't worry about that part! i've been told you agreed to a brief interview, and i hope you don't mind the cameras or recording devices. now, to start, shall you introduce yourself as you see yourself?

hp: i– i'm so sorry, i'm very lost. what is this all about? am i dreaming? did torlin speak to you all?

lo: oh, hugo, don't worry, you are perfectly safe here. i have all your best interests at heart, and the cameras are just for fun.

hp: they may be, but what /are/ they?

lo: oh! how could i forget! i thought they would have told you already. they capture light and sound so others can play our interaction back at a later time. that's all. sort of like–

hp: a spirit capture.

lo: quite! certainly not something fabricated just so you understand cameras. ha! so the producers did not explain to you everything that was happening?

hp: unfortunately, i must say they did not. but i can go with this, how many questions did you say it would be?

lo: oh, not too many. just until we get to around five hundred words. we're just over halfway through that, now. so, if you would, please introduce yourself to an audience that has no conception of who you might be.

hp: my name is hugo pent. i am the apprentice to the dean of the school of divinity at elm university. i have no parents, but was raised by the generosity of the university. i come from the distant alacian country, though do not know much more than that about my past. is that quite enough to answer your question?

lo: certainly! now, a few of these will be personal, but don't mind them. i already know everything about you. so, how do you feel about rejean?

hp: sir! please, have some–

lo: restraint? i'm afraid not. the question, if you please.

hp: the young lord charles adrian elm, whose mother calls him rejean and has allowed me to use the name too, is my friend. i do not wish to speak ill of him, or make it seem he is in any way attached to my shame. the question is quite–

lo: invasive, yes, yes. you are in love with him, are you not?

hp: what is this madness! in love? who would ever– why would you ask such a thing? i thought you would ask about my life, my goals, my work–

lo: excuse me, sorry, that's all we have time for.

lyrics daily | 15 march

“well, he was a thief, and he’d steal just for fun” // “years have gone but the pain is the same” // “where the fires of my ancestors burn” all from lord huron songs

i had always dreamt of a companion, to come save me from my own isolating ways, to sweep me off my feet and show me the world, to accompany always in thought and deed. some man after my own heart, brave and opinionated and passionate who would see my curiosity not as a stain on my god-fearing family, but a manifestation of the love of the earth. he came to me, at last, as i neared the end of my youth in my twenty-ninth year of life. not a minute too soon, for i had promised my mother to take a wife and start a family the day of my thirtieth birthday.

his name was red, though he dressed all in grey and his coloring was dusty brown. salt-and-pepper hair, curly and slicked back, spoke to his being a few years my elder, though i always considered him a youth, enthusiastic as he was. he was a professor of archeology, visiting for a short semester the very same university where i taught as an adjunct. the most important thing to learn of red, which i never quite internalized until it was too late, was this: he was a thief, and he’d steal just for fun.

we met by pure coincidence, or divine providence if you were christian, leaving a performance of king lear. i, attending in the company of my mother, spotted him and his entourage of flushed young female scholars during intermission and rolled my eyes. obnoxious, how some male professors would treat their students. i strove always for politeness in my own interactions with the women in my classes.

rushing out of the packed theatre, we bumped shoulders. “you look familiar,” he said, grey eyes glinting. “professor harris,” i nodded in response, “we’re in different disciplines.” “ah! yes. the young adjunct in classics. i should like to see you on the road. a classroom is no space for ancient history.” “quite,” i agreed. he smiled, we pushed through the crowd together, he seemed to forget the young women he was escorting to the show. “visit me in my office sometime. professor lancaster red, up in northkin. let’s talk about getting you out to the land where the fires of the ancestors burn.” i nodded again.

he really said that, pulled that poetry from the brief and chaotic moment, and i was entirely smitten from then. i was no better than a schoolgirl, hanging on his every word, though he would treat me as an equal. which i shall be forever grateful for. he moved fast, no patience for waiting around, always with a new site to explore. he chartered private flights, unthinkably expensive, so we could fly out to digs in ohio or missouri or washington state for the weekend and make it back in time for class on monday morning.

he debated me furiously whenever we encountered disagreements; he seemed to understand i wanted nothing more than to be challenged, and took it upon himself to challenge me. he changed my thoughts on archaeology, which i had so long conceptualized as an endeavor with so little daily consequence. i opened his eyes to the beauty of ancient language, the archaeology of literature, the reconstruction of sounds and truths. we co-authored a paper, just once in those years of companionship; he insisted the partnership happen, i insisted it only occur once.

i feel i never knew red, not like he knew me. so so many layers to him. i would think i finally understood him in total, or at least in half, and then he would surprise me again. nothing surprised me so much as his leaving, with so little fanfare. without even a goodbye. i write this with so much time removed; years have gone but the pain is the same. i tried to forget. i tried to move on, tying the knot with an ambitious young student and fathering her children, continuing my translation work in the sleepless nights of new parenthood.

red had got me tenure, even though he never committed to working at the university more than a year at a time. even though our disciplines were so separate. mary, my wife, took classes with him before ever meeting me.

he introduced us, when she joined his research team. “dr. red has fascinating thoughts, does he not?” she asked that first night, in the research meeting, both our eyes tracing him from across the lecture hall. “i’ll ask that he brings you along on the next outing,” i answered, distracted. “oh, do please, dr. harris.” she was eager, i was eager, that worked for us, even when red left the next semester without a single letter of explanation. i saw her as a gift from my departed friend, similar as they two were. i invited her on to my own research team, i wrote her recommendations for exclusive master’s programs in translation and classical archaeology. i married her, in a small ceremony, trying not to think about red, or the waiting, or my own hypocrisy.

mary wanted more than i could provide, anyways. there was no chartering planes in my future, the passion of my beliefs faded without red there to challenge me. i fell into a trance, very much like those years after leaving home and before meeting him. mary’s mother and my own begged for grandchildren, little kenneth was our response. my wife resented me, my stasis, my stagnation, my hollowing out. so empty was i that it was nothing to agree when she proposed she leave. just a nod, really, before my eyes slipped back to my reading. good for her.

she had never been what i wanted. mystery, challenge, departure from the norms. i thought her a gift, how stupid! only another war red stole from me the years of my life.

i’ve decided to send him this entry from my journals. i feel quite better now, than a year ago, when i wrote this. i found his address in an issue of a journal of archaeology. let him see, how he stole from me. maybe red will take pity— though you never do, isn’t that right my love?

pi daily | 14 march

how long had he been sleeping.

so long, years on years. only the blink of an eye. sunrise to sunset.

he had slept as rejean left. he had woken to a world without the sun, his sun, his everything. footprints in the dark clay path down to the beach. waves crashing into the cave. wind howling through rock, ancient melody.

an altar, the first altar, constructed from driftwood and grief. all so hazy now, still in a dream, still sleeping — how long.

singing the songs, lyrics falling into place as he opened his mouth. living on raw fish and prayers. ignoring the scent, his god was above. the sun, rising and falling and rising and falling and rising and falling and

why had he ever left that sacred place. why had he ever abandoned the first altar, the caves, why had he turned his back on the sun. to spread its light, of course. to heed the spirits’ worries, when they warned him of illness and cold as the winter clouds gathered. to chase the sun, even, as the nights lengthened til the day shone only half an hour.

but he hadn’t slept, then, not like he is sleeping now. this is different.

reluctance had been his companion leaving the shoreside. that his god might be displeased his greatest fear. but rejean had given him everything. only right that he might give his friend something in return. greatness, what he had never sought himself but always deserved nonetheless.

the first towns had been easy. intercession on the part of spirits, in dreams and visions and whisperings, and they accepted the sun eagerly.

northern cities followed a generation later, as townspeople brought their belief and their priest with them. that sad young man, never aged a day since whatever happened, always so tired but never able to sleep.

he built something real. something worthy of rojan’s name. a church, a city, an empire to fuel the sun.

he longed, so desperately, to join his god again. he finally fell asleep. relief.

but now he stirs, and how long has it been?

time traveling words daily | 13 march

thirteenth century: confiteor, scrivener, sepulchre, twice-born, wergild

the bounty was set on my head a week after i entered my thirteenth year. the first summer of manhood, full of ritual and prayer and proving oneself worthy to the village, was instead for me spent shackled by nerves, head down, glancing always over my shoulder in paranoia. always an anxious boy, my every fear was making itself true in that transition, and everyone knew it. my friends— my peers, honestly, we could not ever have been friendly— avoided me, or else teased me mercilessly, to be the youngest in the cohort, to be the only with a sword swinging above his head. their parents and other older residents of our village gossipped relentlessly, somehow thought i never picked up on it. younger kids saw how adults treated me and turned their shoulders as well, giggling to each other whenever i walked past their games.

the priest was the only to take pity on me: she encouraged me to buck up, prepare myself to pay the debt through specialized training, not just a typical apprenticeship but true education. church was women’s realm, she acknowledged, but in the cities all could pursue church-funded university. (i liked the sound of that word. so many strong syllables.)

so i volunteered to fulfill all my peers’ duties in the sepulchre, which they wished to avoid anyways, for death and tombs and religion were far too feminine for their fragile developing selves. beyond our required services to the community and peer-group classes, i started to take the church more seriously than expected of a boy or a man. i began to secretly eavesdrop on the women’s confiteors and performing my own, wishing for intercession in the matter of the bounty. i would daily visit the priest and take lessons from her.

the first subject was writing, which my parents always claimed would drive your brains from your head. (funny, writing this now, so much more certain of my intelligence, so much more knowledgeable than they could ever understand.) she trained me as a scrivener, an acceptable role for a man, even if a little above my station as the son of farmers. it hurt my head, my eyes, my mouth to learn the letters, but in the way climbing a stone wall or running a mile hurts. which is to say, it felt magnificent.

the matter of the bounty. i felt it weigh on my every fiber, day in and day out, and never did get accompanied to the weight. i could go through a day, content, completing my duties, when a flash of rain or a bird’s lilting song would remind me, so awfully, of my life debt. perhaps it is the nature of the bounty: a wergild, unconventionally phrased, that would repay the land’s lord for my brother’s slaying of his son.

the eccentric lord, rather than requesting my death as would be typical, instead demanded a sort of indentured servitude, a certain amount of gold to be repaid by the time i reached age twenty-three, or else he would demand my death. the payment far surpassed anything i could hope to accrue in an entire life’s worth of work, let alone a mere decade.

so, aged fourteen, a year of manhood and scrivener’s training under my belt, i arrived a twice-born man in the city of lius (to me, a bustling metropolis, unthinkably busy; i know now it is little more than a glorified town). i pursued higher education, to buy back my own life from my village’s lord or else to live what time i had to the fullest.

tomorrow, the first day of my twenty-third summer, i shall learn whether my efforts were enough.

folklore creature swc fanfic daily | 12 march

they descended like locusts, demanding from all of us our every last baby tooth, regardless of age, regardless of status, regardless of anything else we tired to offer them, or else they would sneak into our cabins in the middle of the night atnd pull our teeth out, one by one, as we slept.

it was a most horrifying time to be a part of the scratch writing camp. i was a camper that session, in the fairy tales cabin, tasked much of the time with providing baked goods for the camp as a whole and as well at times council on such topics as the fairies (fairy is in our name, after all), though paranormal expertise was far more helpful in understanding the tooth fairies' demands. the hosts called for guards, mercenaries even, to stand watch at nighttime, and several from the top ranked cabins agreed to take part, in exchange for further points. i was amazed at their ability to prioitise such concerns in a time of attacks.

we in fairy tales tried to seek the help of other mythical creatures. the mermaids and air spirits were no help, no were the fairies of non-tooth cultures. the brownies offered what they could, but we learned shortly into negotiations with them that they too had recently sustained attacks from the swooping militia of fairies, and had lost many teeth in the fights and terror.

a few among our ranks left for home, preferring to drop out of camp entirely than risk their teeth. teeth are important, you know, and so is sleep. so i can't blaim them. myself, having a mouth full of adult teeth and a few wisdom teeth on the way in, decided to negociate my own terms with the tooth fairies, recounting to them the many positive stories i had of them from my childhood.

i first wrote home to my mother requesting her send whatever of my baby teeth she still had, and once i had received a collection of about seven, reached out to the leader of the tooth fairies, canine. canine was no larger than the nail on my pinkie finger, but she was a fearsome leader, and terrifyingly strong from her magic.

i met with her in daylight, when the tooth fairies' powers are diminished, and offered her a deal. i would give her my baby teeth, all the ones that i had found (noting in particular that i had always, always put them under my pillow for collection and if they hand't been collected by tooth faiies that was my parent's fault) and the the other part of the daeal would be that the fairies would magically remove my wisdom teeth, in order that i would not need to get surgery. in exchange for these gifted teeth, my whole camp would be protected from their attacks. canine agreed to my terms, for the most part, aside from total protection. she said, instead, if others would offer their teeth as well, the whole camp could be protected.

book review daily | 5 march

a month after seeing superman (2025) last summer, while scrolling through fan art and edits of the pairing superbat, the dc bug finally bit me and i became immensely hyperfixated on all things batman, superman, and robin over the next few months. it started with fan art, then i took to ao3 for fanfictions of tim drake, conner kent, jason todd, d. grayson, and of course bruce wayne and clark kent, enjoying the angst of secret identities, superhero work, and batfamily dynamics. but my appetite for gotham and its vigilante heroes was not sated, so at last, after years of my friend’s nagging, i finally picked up a nightwing comic run. the writing was goofy, yes, but the art and characters soared, and i read the entire seven-volume run in less than two days. (bruno redondo’s art is where this run really shines, so if you’d like to pick something up with beautiful spreads you can’t go wrong with his nightwing run.)

after nightwing, the rest of my 2025 reading year slowly morphed into a list of dc comics, but not for a few more months as i kept picking up comics i couldn’t get through and on the whole prefering fanfictions to canon. finally, i read both volumes of the elseworld dark knights of steel in one day, and though the writing still left something to be desired, i felt inspired to find some more well-written comics. then came absolute superman, which changed everything.

dc’s absolute universe is an universe shaped by the current overarching villain, where the superheroes’ stories are twisted into underdog tales, where bruce wayne is not rich, diana is the last amazon, and kal-el wasn’t raised by the kents. and let me just say, it is absolute peak. when i picked up absolute superman, i wasn’t really expecting much; i’d tried to read absolute batman a few weeks prior and couldn’t really get into it. but absolute superman, with its tragic krypton in parallel to earth, its soft-spoken protagonist, its searing critique of massive multi-national corporations and ai, was different. from there, i burned through absolute wonder woman, another excellent comic with absolutely breathtaking art, and then gave absolute batman a second chance and found it compelling as well. when the volumes one of absolute martian manhunter, absolute green lantern, and absolute flash dropped at my library, i tore through them. absolute martian manhunter is by far the best of the absolute runs so far, with mind-boggling art and a touching story that complement one another so very well.

currently, i’m reading volume two of both absolute superman and absolute wonder woman and patiently awaiting the return of john jones and the martian in absolute martian manhunter volume two.

wildlife daily | 3 march

egg, frey’s closest friend and greatest joy, whom she had raised from hatching, named when the hawk was only a brown-specked egg, swooped low across the valley floor. the wind and chill bit at frey’s cheeks and shoulders, but graceful egg did not mind, and if she was alright, frey was alright. she could watch the bird fly all day. and would, were it not for her other duties.
“mighty beast,” heather, associate dean in the falconry, whistled low watching her own eagle in flight. he was younger than egg by far, an orphan found screeching for his mother in the forest, named sun rising in honor of the young lord. frey watched him dive, wild and free and perfect.
“there’s nothing like a raptor,” she agreed in awe. holding out her gloved left hand, frey whistled for egg to return. a loyal rush of wings and wind soon perched there. frey smoothed egg’s ginger-flecked feathers with her free hand, smiling as the bird leaned into the touch. her mentors insisted the falcons felt no affection for the falconers, but they didn’t know egg, they didn’t understand that connection. “pretty girl,” she hummed happily. “don’t worry about those turkeys, you’ll get ’em next time.”
if egg didn’t feel affection, didn’t understand human language, then why did she respond in a chirp in the very same key?
“packing up so soon, filk?”
“you know i have the young lady’s divinity lessons to attend to.”
“ha! of course old torlin would have you on those. i can manage egg and sun rising both if you think she’d benefit from a few more hours.” frey liked heather, liked all of the members of the falconry, liked the glimpse into normalcy they provided in her life of divinity and spirits. the falconry was her family, no matter how out of place they sometimes made her feel. but egg was her very closest trust, the only being who calmed her quivering heart.
“no, that’s alright. i’ll bring her back out later.” looking into egg’s clear eyes, seeking the soul she was sure lived within, she whispered, “promise.”

same opening and closing sentence daily | 2 march

the jays loved rejean. he had a gross habit of leaving his crusts on his windowsill, sometimes scattered with stolen seeds or nuts intended for the court’s caged menagerie. he invited them into his life, sketching their delicate feathers and energetic movements as he watched them play and eat from his windowseat.
olivia used to laugh at the sight of him, haloed by wings and chirping beaks. that was years ago, and she is olivia no longer, and far too concerned with a facade of seriousness to take part in his antics.
torlin’s eyes would sparkle at how a jay would so often swoop down to greet rejean, as together they wandered campus during a lesson. rejean read once that a defunct sect of divinity had cherished corvids as particularly sensitive to the currents of the spirits. he never got the chance to ask torlin about that.
frey, foolish, headstrong frey, was terrified of small birds. nevermind she spent so much time in the falconry, nevermind she had hand-raised several of the university’s finest birds of prey. if a jay approached rejean while she was around, she jumped and screeched and huffed at the laughter of their companions. once, she ducked behind hu—
hugo. hugo, stop this. hugo, let me rest. hugo, this is not rig—
emmerson, rejean’s cousin, jealous of his attention from the birds, attempted to replicate the circumstances. he set out crusts and nuts and attracted only squirrels. everybody knows anyone can get the attention of squirrels, they have horrible judgment.
even the lord and lady of the university took notice of the jays’ love for rejean. as a gift at new year’s shortly before his disappearance, they had a sigil created in his honor, a joyous jay midflight, beak clutching a jewel. it was engraved in the university archives, taking its place next to the lord charles’ sturdy buck, and a gold ring was cast for rejean’s pinkie finger. it was beautiful, just as he was.
not how it ha—
rejean’s friend, apprentice to the dean of divinity, prodigal son of alacia, hugo, loved everything about him. to him, the jays were a manifestation of this. certainly the spirits moved with his overwhelming affection, leading the jays right to him.
hugo, please, leave me be. let me rest in peace, this isn’t what i want.
rejean’s friend, his first devotee, his truest priest, keeper of his memory, founder of his church. (i matter. he matters. the love does not evaporate. my work will make it true.) hugo loved on, despite the pain, and the birds followed him on his pilgrimage across the continent.
the jays love rojan.

one kay intro | 1 march

hello hello fair fellow swcers!! i can hardly believe it is again time for a grand session of this camp to begin, did november not just depart us? but in those months since we last gathered, winter has swept across the continent and now as the thaw of spring begins, fitting a gathering such as this would join it. i come to the start of my eighteenth session in swc—an absurd number i could never imagine. yet here i am, a camper in the beautiful fairy tales bakery, excited as ever for a month of inspiration and motivation and glimpses into the fictional and nonfictional worlds alike, beyond our own physical realm. maybe a bit more about me in this one thousand word introduction?

my name is ophelio (/ofɛlio/), though i go by lio. i am an oldhead, just having reached twenty and a half years of age this past february, and am currently a college junior pursuing a degree in geography (how time flies!). i’ve participated in every swc session since my first july 2020 and i find this community and triannual camp one of the most positive experiences and influences on my whole life. (i bore of this strange, detached, and formal voice i have put on, but cannot seem to lose it. lol. maybe that’ll do it?) besides my studies in geography, linguistics, and urban studies, there is hardly a topic i don’t find interesting (except psychology, which i rather detest for its insistence that individuals should be most concerned with themselves and their minds, over the wellbeing of their society). (the voice will not leave me in peace!) i enjoy reading and writing, naturally, and all manner of visual arts, as well as hiking, rock climbing, and taking way too many photos at every moment. when i think of the future, i imagine only a long list in vibrant visuals of all the wonderful places i’d like to live and things i’d like to experience, and sometimes i daydream about the change to the world i could implement through work with my fellow idealists. (though when people ask what i will do when i graduate i tell them i will pursue a master’s in urban planning, i secretly hope to spend some years in development work abroad, or teaching english, or studying cultural geography while immersed in another culture.)

my favorite book is undoubtedly in memoriam by alice winn, which i just began reading for the sixth time. (it is beginning to present serious competition to my other favorite book, lois lowry’s the giver, which i suspect i have read nearly ten times but reread far less often.) what a beautiful and ugly investigation of beauty, love, masculinity, the end of childhood, the beginning of the twentieth century. i must hope this reread will finally catapult me out of my current reading slump which i have been languishing in since the end of last summer. of course i have read books since then, but most have been dc comics of varying stories (the absolute universe is absolute peak), or else my reading time is dedicated to the hundreds of pages of class readings i complete each week. i do want to read, but i spend so much of my downtime watching videos on the internet, my brain seeking the easy hit of dopamine rather than the more rewarding escape into a book. i also want to watch more movies, but find them too often difficult or intimidating to get into, or else my attention span clamoring for multiple hour long video essays at two times speed cannot stand a much shorter narrative at normal speed. i set goals, but never seem to complete them, as the moment they are set i forget and move on to more immediate needs.

last year was one of my most productive writing years ever, perhaps the very most. i almost undoubtedly wrote more raw words than any other year, including everything i wrote for school, for work, and for myself. i wrote tens thousands of words towards my works in progress, including nearly doubling the total count of hugo and rejean’s story to thirty thousand words. i wrote several long essays and research papers i can be proud of. i kept a substantial journal for one week (beginning exactly a year ago today), which i would greatly like to emulate in my everyday life, if i could only make the time. all this to say, i feel very intimidated by how great of a writing year 2025 was for me, when this year i have written hardly more than required for my classes. i am in a creative writing class this semester, so among what i have written so far this year are some rather nice poems, but little else of note. how do i carry my productivity from last year into 2026? i’m not sure, but perhaps turning over three hundred words of this introduction to myself into lamentations and reflections on my unproductivity will help. haha.

maybe a bit on my works in progress will effectively round out this writing? i will speak both on my academic research projects, which occupy much of my time, and my long-time characters, stories, and worlds, which always dance at the back of my mind just beyond conscious thought.

this semester, i am working on three semester-long research projects in three of my six classes. i must have been quite hyperfixated on religion over winter break, because all three of them have to do with how christianity intersects with the particular topic of the classes. in my linguistics seminar, i am collecting data on religious speech in small group settings, in order to understand how protestant christian identity is constructed through speech. in my urban studies class, i am synthesizing a literature review, data from the pew research center, and fieldwork collecting instances of church signage and perhaps interviewing pastors over email in order to understand how churches interact with their surrounding neighborhoods and position themselves in relation to the community. in my geopolitics class, i am performing a critical geopolitical analysis of a popular geopolitical source, the 2024 conclave film, and audience reactions to the film, to understand the role of the catholic church in contemporary geopolitics and how the film depicts religious and political issues.

while these three projects, along with other coursework from these classes and my other three, occupy the majority of my time, i still try to make time for my beloved personal stories. i have been writing for fun for the majority of my life, since in second grade i was playing with disney princess dolls and realized i could record the stories i came up with on paper and grabbed for a pen and notebook, most of my current works in progress follow characters and worlds i came up with in the past few years. the most central of my stories, which i have already mentioned, is that of hugo pent and his dear friend charles adrian “rejean” elm, which i originally conceptualized in response to a writing prompt and positioned in a pre-existing world but far in the past, becoming an origin story for a major religion and empire. hugo and rejean live in a university high in the mountains, prosperous and peaceful, until the chimes of war force them to flee north across the continent. i have written many versions of their story, inserting them into any alternate universe i see fit, and are undoubtedly among my favorite characters. (in fact, the story i have written the very most of, not in fragmented bits but as a continuous narrative, is an enemies version of their original story. i’ve written more of that, in rejean’s third person pov, than the original with hugo’s first person pov!) i first wrote about these characters just over five (FIVE WHAT WAIT WHAT) years ago (UNBELIEVABLE).

i appear to have soundly met my one thousand word goal, and must depart to spend some time with my family. if you read all of this — thank you? but why listen to so long of my ramblings when you could read anything else?

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1k Intro
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Hello, hello, and welcome to my one thousand word intro. Fun fact, I was there for the first-ever 1k intro challenge, way back in November ’21. But I get ahead of myself. I’m Kit, pronouns she/her, and I’m a camper in Illu-Fi, aka The Cabin That Will Not Win, aka the best cabin, aka The Cabin That Will Win. The aforementioned November 2021 session was my first, and I’ve been in every session since — if I counted correctly, this is my fourteenth.
Normally I bite my nails a lot while trying to write, but right now I am petting my cat, who is currently sitting in my lap. I have five cats; I accidentally acquired a fifth one since November. Or maybe it happened in November. Anyway, it’s kind of too many cats, but they all needed us. Three of them are siblings and we’ve had them for fourteen and a half years now — they recently turned fifteen. Another is a stray who adopted us a few years ago. He belonged to our neighbors, but their house got condemned so they had to leave, but we found him still hanging around their old house. My mom fed him once and he showed up at our door the next day. We kept feeding him and he fell in love with us, and eventually we took him in.
The newest cat is another stray who adopted us. She was very sweet, clearly someone’s lost pet — or abandoned pet. We tried to find her owner, but couldn’t, and since it was getting cold and she clearly didn’t have much in the way of survival skills, we brought her into her house to keep her safe. We told ourselves we were just fostering her while we tried to find someone else to adopt her, but we couldn’t find anyone soon enough before we got attached. So now she’s ours.
Oh, but this intro is supposed to be about me, not my cats. I’m sure I could write a thousand words all about them, but no, I’ll get back to myself. Besides spending time with my cats, I like reading, writing (shocker), drawing, editing wikis, and going to concerts.
Starting with reading, I don’t have a favorite genre right now, but most of what I read at the moment is queer young adult fiction. My top five most-read genres on the StoryGraph last year were young adult, LGBTQIA+, fantasy, middle grade, and graphic novels. Some good books I read recently are So Witches We Became by Jill Baguchinsky, All Boys Aren’t Blue by George M. Johnson, and Watch Over Me by Nina LaCour. I’m currently in the middle of Dear Mothman by Robin Gow, and it’s very good so far.
If I’m being honest, most of what I’ve written and drawn recently is fanfiction and fanart. My main fandoms are She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Welcome to Night Vale, and Lemony Snicket. I’d be delighted to talk about any of them with other fans. I’m a content moderator on the She-Ra Fandom Wiki, and I also edit the SWC Wiki from time to time.
As for concerts, I mostly see obscure local bands that I can’t name without doxxing myself, but in general I like punk and indie music, plus some other rock and pop. Some of my favorite bands and music artists are The Linda Lindas, Allegra Hernandez, The Go-Go’s, Olivia Rodrigo, and Team Dresch.
What other interests do I have? I enjoy learning about a lot of random things, but one of my favorite subjects is history. That includes several more specific subjects, such as ancient Egypt, the wives of Henry VIII, historical fashion, and human evolution (well, technically that one is prehistory, but close enough). I was really into ancient Egypt for years after I read the Theodosia Throckmorton books, where the main character removes curses from Egyptian artifacts in her parents’ museum. Hatshepsut is the coolest pharaoh, fight me (or, uh, ask me who she is). I learned about the wives of Henry VIII from Antonia Fraser’s aptly-titled The Wives of Henry VIII, a book my aunt for some reason gave me when I was eleven. I only read it because I’d been listening to SIX and wanted to fact-check it. I’m still annoyed about SIX’s depiction of Anne Boleyn; she was actually very smart, and could make quite an interesting character, more than how the musical portrayed her.
I also have an interest in classic literature. My favorite classic novels I’ve read are probably Frankenstein and Wuthering Heights. I am very angry about the new Wuthering Heights movie for reasons I won’t get into here; I’ll just say, everything I’ve heard about it is terrible and you should not cast a white actor as Heathcliff. I’m very slowly working my way through the 18th century gothic novel Mysteries of Udolpho. It took almost two hundred pages for the heroine to end up in the spooky castle (the titular Udolpho). My edition is almost seven hundred pages, and it has small print. I’ve been reading it a little bit every other day since October and I’m not even halfway done with it. Despite being hugely popular and influential in the 18th and 19th centuries (Northanger Abbey makes fun of it), it has not had a single film adaptation. Maybe someone should make a movie of it instead of yet another Wuthering Heights adaptation.
Well, I have less than a hundred words to go, and I am almost out of things to say (at least, without getting way more off-topic than I already have), so I’ll wrap this up. Also because I’m getting hungry and will need to go eat soon. So, on that note, I’ll end on my controversial food opinion: not only is pineapple on pizza good, it is the best pizza topping. It is true because I said so. That’s not how truth works? Well, I said it’s how it works, so there.

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Wari’s 1K Intro: SWC March 2026

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Greetings! I’m Wari, and I’m a camper in Adventure this session! :D I go by she/her pronouns, and I’ve lost count of how many sessions of SWC I’ve been in, but I believe this might be my 11th. My first session of SWC was all the way back in March ‘22, as a camper in the spectacular Fan-Fi Forest, and since then, I’ve participated in almost every session, with varying levels of activity. So to fill up words until I reach that distant 1k, let’s start with my hobbies, fandoms, and interests!

~ Writing ~

Like everyone else here, I love writing stories. With school and life getting quite busy recently, I haven’t had a lot of time to write for fun, nor have I come up with many topics to write about. My dream is to eventually write a novel, which I promise I will one day come up with ideas for. For now, I like to explore short stories of a couple thousand words, although they usually end up unfinished because I write too much and I’m bad at endings. <3 My favourite genre to write is dystopian science fantasy, and I’m also a sucker for non-traditional prose, such as using script-writing, poetry, and found documents to tell a story. My least favourite genres to write in are mystery and romance, which is quite ironic considering that my main writing goal for this session is to write as much Ace Attorney fanfiction as possible. I’ll talk about that more later, but hopefully it will help me get better and more comfortable writing in those genres!

~ Art ~

Over the past few years, I’ve come to consider myself something of an artist. My style has shifted from only being able to draw cats to mainly being comfortable drawing humans. I’ve been experimenting with different styles of lineart and shading, and should probably get more comfortable with designing and drawing backgrounds as well. So far, I’ve focused on drawing fanart of my favourite characters, but I’m also working on references and doodles of my own OCs!

~ Video Games ~

I’ve never had a video game section in my 1k intro before, but given that Ace Attorney has become my entire personality, that had to change ;D. Generally, I’m a big fan of narrative action-adventure games like A Plague Tale, Jedi: Fallen Order, Subnautica, and the Tomb Raider remastered games, and I also love Hollow Knight, Moonlighter, Stardew Valley, and Escape Academy. About six months ago, I went a bit outside of my comfort zone, and started playing through the Ace Attorney franchise. I quickly fell in love, and Ace Attorney became one of my favourite game series ever, due to a combination of the lovable characters, fun gameplay, great storylines, and complex themes. Since then, I’ve played through all the games, watched the anime, and watched several of the stage plays and musicals, so I consider myself somewhat of an Ace Attorney connoisseur. <3 As I’ve mentioned before, the Ace Attorney bug has bitten me so thoroughly that I’ve made it my goal this session to use SWC as motivation to write fanfiction! There are so many incredible characters, relationships, and stories that I’d love to explore, so we’ll see how it goes! :D

~ Music ~

I love listening to music, and some of my favourite artists include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, Bastille, Reneé Rapp, TE/MO, Janani K. Jha, and MARINA! I also love listening to musicals, of which my all-time favourites are Hamilton, Wicked, Hadestown, and EPIC. Speaking of musicals, I also love Six, Dear Evan Hansen, Come From Away, Beetlejuice, In the Heights, The Outsiders, Newsies, Mean Girls, Parade, The Great Comet, tick, tick… BOOM!, and KPop Demon Hunters. <3 I also hold a soft spot for film, show, and video game soundtracks, including those from Ace Attorney (no surprise), Star Wars, Vinland Saga, Arcane, and Jujutsu Kaisen.

~ Reading ~

Recently, I’ve been reading a bit less, but I’ll share some of my favourite fandoms anyway :P. My most recent favourites have included The Raven Cycle, Six of Crows, Circe, The Locked Tomb Series, and I swear there’s more books I’ve read but I can’t remember any of them right now. :sob: I’m open to recommendations though, especially books with high-stakes plotlines, great character relationships, and angsty emotional moments! I should probably get back into reading. :’D

~ Films and TV Shows~

Gosh, I’m only at 760ish words I need to yap more

Now let’s talk about the movies and shows that I love! <3 I’m very invested in the Marvel and Star Wars universes, as well as shows like Arcane, Stranger Things, Wednesday, Lupin, Dark, and more! I’ve also recently gotten into watching Studio Ghibli movies like Spirited Away and Howl’s Moving Castle, as well as anime such as Jujutsu Kaisen, Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End, Vinland Saga, and Spy x Family! I’m currently watching Jujutsu Kaisen Season 3 and Frieren Season 2 and enjoying both of them! Coming up, I’m excited to watch Daredevil: Born Again Season 2, which is one of my favourite Marvel shows. :)

~ Session Thoughts ~

I’ll wrap up my 1k intro with some thoughts and goals for the upcoming session! :) Besides being really active at the start of my SWC journey, I’ve not really been very active recently, and I want to start to change that! Pushing myself outside of my comfort zone to write for fun every day (pushing to write for fun, oxymoron, I know) has really helped me improve my writing, and hopefully it’ll be the motivation I need to write the stories that have been hanging around in my brain. <3 I’m excited to see what camp-wide and Adventure cabin activities are in store, and I look forward to the kind of fun that drew me to SWC four years ago, and keep me coming back today. :) Here’s to a great session, and #AdventureFTW!!

- Wari

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Hello! Wow, it feels like it’s been ages and simultaneously no time at all since the last time a SWC session began and I’m sure I haven’t magically become better at writing a 1k intro, so if you’re actually reading this, don’t expect it to be particularly coherent. Or interesting.

Anyway, I’d better just dump the basics about me quickly. I’m Hope (they/he) and this is my twelfth session of SWC! Now I’m starting to wonder if I counted that correctly, because it sounds like a massive number, but to be honest, I’ve only really been very active in SWC starting in 2024, although I suppose I did have my moments in earlier sessions. I’m really excited to be in Dystopian, and Clair Obscur sounds like a really amazing game, although I’m not sure if my computer can handle running it. It’s giving very strong Disco Elysium and Book of Hours vibes right now, and I’d love to hear just how wrong I am about that.

Uhh I guess I’m talking about video games now, and I’m pretty sure I could write an entire 1k intro just on that, so get ready for my long rambles. I’ve been playing a lot of video games recently, more than normal. And I usually play a lot of video games, so yeah, it’s not looking good. My most recent game was Dorfromantik, which is a very laidback puzzle/strategy game where you place tiles containing houses, fields, trees, railways, etc. to create a landscape, and you’re trying to complete quests and make perfect edge matches to gain points and more tiles. To be honest, I’m not very good at it, and my high score is currently about 20k points, although my current run is very close to my high score and might beat it. I wish I had the patience to search for all the perfect matches for each tile, but I usually just scan the board and plonk it down anywhere I think is good enough, since I can’t be bothered to put that much brainpower into it. It’s very relaxing though, and the graphics look amazing. It’s like a low poly 3D render except you also add hand-drawn sketches to it, and there’s a bunch of different biomes you can toggle on and off too — I don’t remember if they were unlocked by default or if I unlocked them with quests.

Anyway, another game I’ve been enjoying lately is Disco Elysium. I mean, even if I didn’t enjoy the game I think I would have still been hooked by the art style. I love the graphics that almost look like oil paintings. And the story is really interesting. I’m only on day 2, so I haven’t got too far into the game yet, but I love all the side quests that you can choose to complete. Naturally I said yes to all of them and now I have absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to complete them but hopefully I’ll figure it out soon. I also think the journey towards what I presume will be Harry gaining more self-awareness and understanding himself more is really fascinating, although I will admit that I have no idea about what is going on with all the skill trees and the passive checks. Or the story and worldbuilding. I haven’t been taking notes and I did skim a lot of the long paragraphs of information about the history and the political scene of Revachol. I actually haven’t played Disco Elysium for a while now, so that reminds me I should get back into it.

Of course, there’s Minecraft and Roblox, which I just play with all of my friends on call. We used to have a massive Minecraft Realm and one of my friends and I would constantly be grinding on that realm every spare moment we had, but it’s been pretty dead lately, so we moved onto playing PvP and Bridge on different servers, after figuring out that we were pretty washed when it came to Skywars. And on Roblox, I usually play with a bunch of friends, so we play a lot of multiplayer stuff. About a month ago we played this really fun (and incredibly ragebaitable) game where we were piloting a plane except everything that could go wrong literally went wrong. There were bird strikes, holes in the airplane body that we had to cover up with duct tape, fires, fuel tanks that needed refuelling… safe to say that was an incredibly stressful experience.

I don’t know how long I can keep talking about video games for but I don’t have the word counter turned on yet so I don’t know how far I am from 1k words. I mean, I love simulation games, especially colony sims. The two games I have the most hours in are both colony sims — Oxygen Not Included and Rimworld. I have so much I want to say about the two games but I don’t think I can — Oxygen Not Included rambles are probably going to make sense to exactly nobody apart from me, and if you know anything about how people love to play in Rimworld (especially what they like to do to their prisoners) then you know that I can’t say that on this website.

There’s also Cities: Skylines, which is a city simulation game which my potato of a PC can barely run. To be fair, the hundreds and possibly thousands of mods and assets I’ve downloaded for that game probably aren’t helping with the five minute loading times and the horrific lag, but let’s agree to look past that. Another game that you might be able to categorise as a simulation game is Turing Complete. It’s still in beta, but it’s basically a game where the goal is to make a computer, literally out of the gates and switches that make up a real computer. It’s so incredibly niche and nerdy and boring of me but I genuinely have spent so many hours in this game. Actually, I always just associate the song Lotus Flower by Radiohead with this game since I always played it on repeat whenever I played Turing Complete. I have no idea what the game’s actual soundtrack is, if it even has one. I’ve just made Lotus Flower into its unofficial soundtrack for me, I guess.

Okay I’ve got myself talking about Radiohead now I guess. If you couldn’t tell, I really like Radiohead. Like, I REALLY like Radiohead. I mean, I have their 2025 tour poster right in the prime real estate centred right above my bed. My top artist every single year from 2023 has been Radiohead. 40%% of my streams last year were Radiohead songs. I’m not sure if I’m okay. I genuinely can’t pick a favourite song because I have about 40 songs that I love enough to be a favourite. Currently, I’ll say Harry Patch (In Memory Of), I Might Be Wrong, and Faust Arp are my favourites. Although, if you ask me in a week’s time I guarantee you they’ll have changed.

Yeah, I’m back on Radiohead, but I’ve also been enjoying some other music. At the start of the year I was very much dabbling in vocaloid music after I decided to expand my music taste from just the Project Sekai vocals of songs and I started listening to the original vocaloid versions. And then I went on a music and drama trip to New York, and we watched The Great Gatsby on Broadway, and I’ve really been into some of the songs from there too. Like, REALLY been into them. I actually loved The Great Gatsby so much because the music and choreography was amazing. And the costumes. Anyway, Roaring On, New Money, and Made to Last are some great songs and you should listen to them. There’s a lot more — One-Way Road and the Wolfsheim song come to mind — but those three are really good and also very catchy.

Uhhh I checked the word counter and turns out I’m quite a bit over 1k words, but I might as well carry on writing. I doubt I’ll get much more done because it’s starting to get late and I get kicked off my computer because I’m supposed to sleep (I don’t, it’s way too early), but anyhow, I won’t be able to type on my computer which means I won’t be able to type as fast as my ideas come to me, and I’ll probably just get really annoyed and ragequit. But I’ll keep going for now.

I’m also a massive enjoyer of classical and jazz music. I guess The Great Gatsby is very much jazz-inspired, so that probably doesn’t come as a surprise. In terms of classical music, I love Romantic-era symphonies and Impressionist piano music. That might be very much influenced by the fact that the youth orchestra that I’m a member of (I play clarinet) plays a lot of Romantic symphonies (when it comes to symphonies specifically, they’re almost always Romantic, actually), and so I’ve just listened to and got to know very well a lot of Romantic symphonies. And then there’s Impressionist piano music. Debussy is my late husband. No I’m not delusional why would you ever say that. Quick shoutout to Saint-Saëns’ clarinet sonata. Okay I’m done here now.

Huhhh okay maybe I should actually talk about writing. Which is what I’m presumably here for. Although I don’t actually write outside of SWC. Like, at all, unless if you count homework, classwork, and revision, and that’s only because I have to. It’s actually really bad, because I never practise writing so my written pieces are… not great, but whatever. I just never have any ideas to write about and that’s one of the reasons why I like SWC, because the dailies and weeklies pretty much tell me what to write about. And if you’re wondering, Well why don’t you just do past weeklies and dailies during non-session months? …well that’s actually a very good idea and an idea that I literally only just thought of. I guess I could try that, although it is yet to be determined whether I will be able to hold myself accountable to this. I am absolutely horrendous with habits and almost always break them after only a month or two of keeping to them. Yes I have read the book Atomic Habits. No, I am too lazy and forgetful to actually apply any of the strategies in that book. Anyway, SWC. I actually have no idea what I set my word goal to, because I uh forgot. I’m really inconsistent with how much I write each month though, so hopefully it’s a low goal because it’s very possible I’ll only write about 10k words this month. A few of my other goals are to finish all of the weeklies (I know I’m not completing this goal, but it’ll be interesting to see how close I get, or if I just completely give up halfway through), and submit a writing competition piece to both the original and fanfiction categories. I’ve only ever submitted to the writing competition twice before, once for each category, and not in the same session because I wasn’t prepared nor productive enough to get two pieces of writing ready. Each time, I only barely managed to get the one piece finished in time, so I’m also doubtful of how far I’ll get with this goal, but I suppose I’ll find out.

Usually I’d talk about reading here too, but I’ve genuinely been getting so behind with reading. I’m pretty sure I’ve only read one book this year. Coming from the person who read 68 books in 2024 — which probably doesn't sound like a lot to many people in SWC, but is a lot to me seeing as the next year I read 19 books and this year I’ve read one. Yippee.

And I think I’m going to end my 1k intro there. This has given me the idea to talk about a bunch of my hobbies and interests in separate, longer pieces of writing, but for now I’ll end it here. Happy SWC!

Daily #1
3/1/2026
1000 words

The calendar reads March 1st, but do we trust the calendar? Do we trust the perception of passing time or is it just me and my time blindness? Either way, it seems to have struck midnight and the last minute of February 2026 has passed in most if not all of the world. This means… not much to the general population. But it does mean another passage of time declaring that SWCers from around the globe band forces to attempt a one thousand word introduction to ring in the new SWC session. This is a tradition that I, Eevee, have been participating in this tradition since its conception. I'm sure I could go and find that data, but at the time of writing, I would prefer to get this first one thousand word introduction done since I have some homework to be completing.
Anyways, as previously stated, my name is Eevee. Or, at least, it is one of my many aliases online. It all depends on where you met me and when… but, for the most part, it's Eevee. However, I do go by other names, both online and in-person. I'd like to think that the name of a person is very reflective of who they are, so let's get into them, shall we? It is an introduction after all…


1. CHILD
My younger sister calls me this when she is feeling more most ‘grandma’ like. It is derogatory and demeaning. The only times where this isn't said to me in such a fashion is when I am surrounded by a group of adults. Most don't call a teenager child. However, I have been clocked by a 19 year old and been told that I was a child. They claim they feel old around me. (MIND YOU THEY CONVERSE REGULARLY WITH 40 YEAR OLDS IDK WHY I'M THE STATISTICAL OUTLIER HERE) Anyways. Please don't call me a child, unless you are for sure older than me. None of my friends joke around that I am a child, unless it's Soki and the fact that I'm still a minor. Just. Yeah, don't.

2. BLONDE
Because I'm obviously a white blonde American who has been to Argentina. Self-explanatory, next!

3. SITUATIONSHIP
Cat, the mother of my children, became so through accidental acquisition of a child. (Which led to adoptions, hence the children…) Obviously, we have to keep this hush hush bc Cat is married to Coco, so Sophia is my stepdaughter, but yeah. It's a long story, but Cat and I are married, Zephy is our child, Chuey and Sage are adopted but we love them the same dw!! Just, the marriage is a little hush hush, keep it that way ok? It was a bit confusing at first because of the already married thing, but we decided that we were a situationship and Cat was cheating, but you know D We got married so The Chaotic Alliance is just one big happy family!

4. FATHER
Can you believe I got a child because I was making a “Hi (Blank), I'm Dad” joke? I mean, it must be some kind of right of passage or something, right?? Surely that's why?? But I wasn't always sure that Zephy was my child… I had to confer with the mother, Cat, and double check that the child was indeed mine. All good though, Zephy is my child!! Unless Cat lied to me, but she told me that she was cheating with me so…? Communication is good in relationships guys :thumbs_up:

5. SHAKIRAS
Now, I'm not saying that I am Shakira, but… Anyways, I am not really called Shakira more than I see Shakira often. See, it all started when there was a keyboard smash that got autocorrected to ‘shakiras’. And then another. And another… So I decided you know what? It's kind of hard to do keyboard smashes on the phone. I could just. use shakiras as a placeholder for someone who knows what it means. Usually that means Luna “Trackbear Leader”. Because she helped me with configuring using ‘shsh’ as the shortcut to automatically make SHAKIRAS (in all caps) appear!

6. MILLIE
This originated because I made a April Fools day account to prank a random SWCer back in 2021. Mind you, I had never talked to this SWCer before and just wanted to get in on a joke. I couldn't be found out, so Eevee was out of the question as an alias. Somewhere, I settled on Millie. It's also my name on some throwaway accounts! Go figure! (I am plagued with usernames that have Eevee, Elle, or Millie in them somewhere…) (Bonus points if it's multiple of them LOL)

7. EEVEELYNN
I mainly go be Eevee and Elynn <3 Hence Eeveelynn, though I'm the only one who uses that xD Eevee is from my username and, by extension, from the Pokemon, which I was obsessed with when I first made my account. (The username was originally for a Pokemon website that I never got around to making an account on, if I remember correctly.) And Elynn is another 5 letter name that starts with E! And it just miiiiight have originated from Melinda May oop- (Listen, a fandom related name is, quite frankly, AWESOME, and Natasha Romanoff isn't giving a 5 letter E name. And I have a tight name standards. So we started with Lynne (because 5 letters and we need an e) but then Elynn (because start with E) and it's actually on some baby name websites! And it sounds pretty, so success all around!


The pen rolls to a stop and a cap in pressed on top, tossed into a jar with a dozen other writing utensils bound to be used throughout the rest of the month. I check the clock, minute hand tick tick ticking. Still have time before midnight UTC rolls around, my brain trained to automatically do the calculation. I look at my introduction, list, whatever. It's one group of a thousand words exactly. Perfect.

Denial Depot (hehe)

Dailies:
1k intro: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/869490/?page=4#post-9014539
Daily #2: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/869490/?page=5#post-9016488

Weeklies:

➵ Quest the First: 1k intro ⊹ ₊

Part one: About Me
Greetings poets, writers, tyrants, and my favorite weirdos! I’m Polysageus Sage and I’m leading the Everglow Adventurers this glorious March! I’m a teenager who forgets she’s a teenager half the time and I have many, many interests and activities to rant about so beware. I use the pronouns she/her and I am live in the bEST timezone ;D Some of my hobbies include writing (duh), reading, anything music related, anything artsy, practicing for my many extracurriculars, and obsessing over my random and everchanging hyperfixations. Oh! Before I move on, my extracurriculars are archery, art club, pep band, marching band, solo & ensemble band, theatre, academics team/quiz bowl or whatever you call it lol, golf, softball, and soon, mock trial!

Okay, I told you about my hobbies and extracurriculars so here’s my academic interest or my favorite classes and what I’m learning in them. Okay so the class I'll start with is ELA (English Language Arts)! I usually love english but this year isn’t as good as the last. Right now we’re reading through the diary of Anne Frank the play and it’s actually SO FUN because he lets us take turns reading parts and he encourages us to act as if we were acting out. Us theatre kids are loving it. Second, math. Math is math and we are in the geometry unit. That’s all I have to say LOL. Algebra 1 is the same except we’re learning something different. In social studies, we’re learning about the revolution which is pretty interesting I think! Finally, the moment I’ve waited for, SCIENCE!! I LOVE SCIENCE TO DEATHHH <3 Okay, we’re currently in the biology unit because we started off the year in geology. Biology is actually much more fun than I originally thought! Punnett Quares my beloved <3333 Oh! And soon we’ll start physics and I can NOT wait!! Okay moving on…

Future plans! I usually rant about this because college and future plans are something I like to, well, have planned. So this year I took Algebra 1 so that in my freshman year, I can take Geometry and be ahead in my studies. If I’m ahead in that, I can possibly do dual enrollment or college credit or whatever you call it for my English class soon! We might take a test this summer to see what I can take. Okay I’m already done with this because there’s not much else I can share lol.

Okay, now that school is out of the way, time for my favorite topic, extracurriculars!! Okay first off, band! I do almost everything band related because band is just so awesome! I play flute and I’m currently trying to learn saxophone on the side for jazz band and stuff like that. I participate in marching band, pep band, jazz band, solo & ensemble band, and concert band competitions. I think out of those, the marching band is my favorite! I like the long bus rides, the dances, the routines, the songs, everything! Marching band was such a learning opportunity and I can’t wait for football season again <3 Secondly, pep band! Pep band has SUCH GOOD ENERGY OMG- It’s so fun!! Pep band was full of jokes, screaming, dancing, and of course, music. I love band so so so much!

The second extracurricular that I’ll talk about is archery! Archery is my current favorite extra curricular <3 Archery has taught me so much and it was honestly an anchor and a growing point for me. You might be thinking “Sage, what on earth?” but I’m dead-serious lol. Archery got me to want to be more adventurous and try everything somehow. Like right after I decided to sign-up for archery, I was like “oh! I want to sign up for this and this and this and this!!” I also wouldn’t have met all the cool and funny and kind people I’ve met through archery. OH! And utmost importantly, I think archery was my first ever conversation with Eevee and I would never take that back <3 ANYWAYS- Archery is so so so fun and I want to talk about my goals for this season. My first goal is to beat our middle school record. My first archery shoot was 40 points from that and I’ve improved! So if I keep improving, I’ll beat our middle school score before I trip into high school with an untied shoe gracefully twirl into high school. Goal the second, beat my personal record which should be lightwork and I plan to do that at my next shoot. Goal three, be the number one archer on our middle school team which shouldn’t be too hard since I’m currently second. Goal the final, get a perfect score. It’s pretty unrealistic but one can dream? Moving on although I could rant about archery and stuff forever (hyperfixation bonus?)

The final extracurricular that I’ll talk about will be quiz bowl/academics team! Okay what’s funny about this is that in the span of two practices, I went from worst on the buzzer to top three on the buzzer and no one gave me tips so that’s a win for me and our team! Academics team is AMAZING because I learn so much random knowledge and I LOVE IT! It’s also taught me a thing or two about patience and teamwork <3

Okay now that I’m done with extracurriculars, here’s my little halftime show between that and my hobbies. What better to have as a halftime show than music? To start off music, I play flute, alto saxophone, piano, guitar, kalimba, and the occasional recorder! I also would like to learn violin soon because my friend has one and said she might teach me ;D Onto songs! My music taste changes weekly it feels like but some of my currently common listened to artists are Alex Warren (Bloodline and Eternity), Linkin Park (literally anything by them), Forrest Frank (Your Way’s Better), Oh Hellos (literally anything by them because chocolate and me leading adventure has converted me), Kanye West’s music is okay (Heartless), Michael Buble (Haven’t Met You Yet and Feeling Good), Olivia Dean (So Easy To Fall In Love and Man I Need), and SIX the musical. My favorite songs uhhhh. Well, I typically wake up to Here Comes The Sun by The Beetles, Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer (not the hadestown song sadly </3), or Goodbye Yesterday by Elevation Rhythm and Gracie Binion. Some favorite songs right now are The Water Is Fine by Chloe Ament (thank you, Livy lol), The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives, Meet Me At Our Spot by THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, and Tyler Cole, Until I Found You by Stephan Sanchez <3, Achilles Come Down by Gang Of Youths, and any mentioned above!

I love reading so much that it’s definitely an addiction now. I’m currently reading The Hawthorne Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, and Carval by Stephanie Garber. I’m trying desperately to get out of my "Psychological Thriller and Murder Mystery” phase because that was a long autumn, mon ami. I could seriously go on forever about books so just call me up if you want to give books recs or if you want to talk about books!

To end off part one, let's talk about hyperfixations! My long-term hyperfixations have been archery, pjo, marvel for a while, obviously star wars for a while, and kotlc! My current hyperfixations are Alice in Wonderland and everything related to it, natural medicine, herbs and their many uses, and finally, the hunger games <33

This concludes part one!

Part two: Silly Stuff

My SWC family tree
Okay, gang. I’m lowkey confuzzled because my swcfamily tree is more like a maze at this point and I’m adopted. Okay so I am the adoptive child of Cat and Eevee. Cat is my mumsie and Eevee is my papa which might be a koala? So I might have a Cat and Koala for adoptive parents but we don’t judge because I love my parents! My biological twin is Chuey (I think) and we were both adopted by our loving parents Cat and Eevee <3 Also I think Zephy is Cat and Eevee’s biological child and Chuey and my adoptive sibling but I love zem the same because xe is amazing <3 ALSO Cat was originally married to Coco and coparenting Sophia so is Sophia technically my adoptive half-sibling? HELP I LOWKEY DON’T KNOW- Anyways. I am with a loving family with my biological twin, adoptive sibling, and amazing parents <3

Fun facts
- I'm afraid of driving but love karting
- I love being goofy
- I own a snoop on the stoop

Q&A (Y’all took this very serious):

What’s your favorite food and why? - Jasper
- Chicken and rice! I love it because I could eat it forever and in multiple different ways

Do you fight with your sister Chuey - Eevee (father)
- Nope! I love my twin <33

Why is it Peeta > Gale - Father
Gale gives me bad vibes and I’m pretty sure Gale (spoilers) lowkey just blew up Prim >:0

Why is flute amazing - Eevee (father)
- Because I play it duh.

Favorite cereal - Eevee
- Cocoa pebbles, fruity pebbles, or cheerios

Cereal before or after milk - Eevee
- CEREAL BEFORE MILK IS THE ONLY WAY TO DO IT!!

what is the essence of swc to you - Eevee
Found family if I’m being honest <3

how did you find out about swc - Eevee
- You might remember Disney! She was a close friend at the time and we talked about poetry every day and then she told me she was trying out this one writing camp and insisted I join and so I did! Here I am ;D

What is a color you hate - Eevee
- Uhhh hmmm I used to hate pink but it looks kinda pretty on me so thaat changed my opinion on it! I don’t know! :’D

archery tournaments - Eevee
They’re going really well! I’m actually doing much better than I thought and I’d LOVE to rant about it to you <3

do you like me - Eevee (father)
Ilysm, Eevee <3

Why do you like me - father
Uhh first off, it’d be funny if I lied and said no. See? You know I like you <3 xD Nah I tolerate you /jjj Because you are my bestie and I love talking to you and honestly you might be one of the most caring and silly people I’ve ever met <3

r u a frog - Eevee
Maybe? I gotta take a DNA test fr

I like frog - Eevee
Cool. I love frogs <33

do u like frog - Squidy
YES! I LOVEEE FROGSSSS!!

r u a baddiedventure - Squidy
Obviously *hair flips* *sparkles*

do u like eevee - Squidy
Yeah Eevee is my adoptive father <3

do u like squidy and why - Squidy
I love Squidy because Squidy is amazing and awesome and so kind and welcoming and friendly and I could go on <3

do u like cat - Cat
ofc! you're literally my mother :skull:

do u like cats - Cat
typically!

why do u like cats - Cat
Bold of you to assume I like cats- jk I like using the laser thing with them

do u like elly - Elly
OF COURSE <3 You're amazing and funny and friendly and sweet <33

why do u like elly - Elly
because Elly is an amazing person <3

do u think Elly is secretly an elephant - Elly
sorta? are you?

how to stea- i mean adopt a dragon from badventure? - Elly
you don't because Hazel is the last one for now and I will be guarding my baby with my life <33 Love you ;D

do u think squidy is secretly a squid - Squidy
yes.

do u like ur parents - Eevee
OF COURSE <33 I LOVE YOU TWO SO SO MUCH <33

do u think i eat worms - Eevee
maybe?

Do u dislike waterfall - Waterfall
No. Not in the slightest. I love Waterfall <33

Do u dislike waterfalls - Waterfall
Nope! I go on waterfall hikes all the time and they make me so so happy <3

What is your stance on water falling and why - Waterfall
pretty good actually. why do you ask?

r u a baby yoda that was born in 1546 - Elly
This is a tough one! I'm actually a Sage plant from the Roman Empire that grew sentient and joined the legion ;D

How do u respond to the frog allegations - Waterfall
I'm not a frog (that I know of) but I respect frogs and their species <3

whats ur favorite number of the rainbow yes or no - mumsie (Cat)
Yes. Just Yes.

Without milk is cereal just a salad, not a soup? If cereal becomes soggy over time, at what exact molecular moment does it stop being cereal salad and start being breakfast soup? You know that question about the ship and replacing the boards and at what point it becomes a different ship? How does this same dilemma apply to putting new cereal in the same milk? If you drink the milk after finishing the cereal, are you drinking the broth, or have you reclassified the entire thing as a beverage? - Waterfall
uhhhhhhhhh yes no yes no?

is 1546 ur favorite number? - Squidy
68 because it's a survivor for being in the middle of 67 and 69

are u yoda? - Squidy
Yoda I am not

r u baby? - Squidy
WAAAAAAA WHY WOULD YOU THINK THATTT!!!

what is ur opinion on koala? - Squidy
very goog

r u koala? - Squidy
nooo

do u think cat is koala? - Squidy
possibly

Thank you for your patience, everyone! I hope you enjoyed my 1k intro! Sage out! <3

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March 1 Daily: 1k Intro

Hey all! I’m Vi- this is my 1k intro! This will be my second session at SWC! Last time I was here I was in Real-fi, and while I had a great time, I unfortunately was not very active.. I hope to change that this time! Last time I only did like 4 dailies and half of a weekly- so this time I’m going for 20 dailies and at least 2 weeklies! I’m really excited to be in the CYBERPUNK camp.

Some things about me… I’m fourteen and my pronouns are she/her. I live in the states and last month I went down to Utah to visit some friends for a couple weeks. While I was there, I went to two writing cons - LTUE and StoryCon! Both were very fun, but I think LTUE gave me better writing info and techniques while StoryCon was good for meeting people and buying new art to put on my walls! I also won a contest at StoryCon, which I was very hyped about lol. I won the ‘First Chapter Contest’ and won a FREAKING LAPTOP like what the heck.

(unfortunate scratch thinks this paragraph has a bad word. the paragraph was 101 words. it was basically about my entomophobia)

Dang okay I’m only 200 words in. OKAY TIME TO TALK ABOUT FANDOMS. I’m very into the cosmere and Brandon Sanderson! I’m much more of a stormlight girlie than a mistborn girlie but I still love them both. Szeth is my favorite character ( for obvious reasons) but Kaladin is so cool as well. I’m also a big fan of Arcane and it is on all of my laptop backgrounds (that's the first thing I did when I got it). Jinx is obviously my fav, but I also LOVE Ekko and silco is such a good villain. I also am a big fan of Sevika and Isha.

In addition, I’m a part of the Stardew Valley fandom and the Tangle the Series fandom. (Cassandra, Varian, and Catalina deserve JUSTICE! Adira deserves to d1e) Other Fandoms I’m in Include Epic the Musical, Castoff, The Moth Prince, and Acception. Some music artists I like are Taylor Swift, BlackGryph0n, and Alec Benjamin! I play more casual video games, like the aforementioned (I can't believe that's a word) Stardew Valley, but also Animal Crossing and Calico.

I’m also a black belt in Taekwondo. If I’m lucky and work hard enough, I’ll become a second degree blackbelt in April! I’ve been doing taekwondo since I was four. My whole family did taekwondo at one point. We all started at age four and we were only allowed to quit when we became a black belt. My older brother and father both quit at that point, but I chose to keep going. My younger brother just got his black belt at the start of February, and is still going with me!

Back to fandoms because that's my thing I guess. I’m also a HUGE fan of TADC And MD- I am sooo nervous for the 8th episode. Jax is my favorite, but Zooble x Gangle is my favorite ship/friendship. I don’t ship funny bunny or bunny doll though haha. I tend to make slideshows and google forms about my current obsessions. I have a one hundred and three slide slideshow full of varian fanart I found on the internet! By the way- for any tangled fans out there, I beg of you please read the fanfiction ‘Labyrinths of the Heart’ on AO3- It literally changed my life. It was so good I wanna scream it was so good. I stayed up LITERALLY all night reading it hahha…

I’ve never really written fanfiction, but I want to. I really want to write a story about Varian before he met Rapunzel and was just being an alchemist in Old Corona. Or a story about Jax, Ribbit, and Kaufmo. If anyone has good recommendations for fanfictions I could read, I’d love them.

I’m also a black belt in Taekwondo. If I’m lucky and work hard enough, I’ll become a second degree blackbelt in April! I’ve been doing taekwondo since I was four. My whole family did taekwondo at one point. We all started at age four and we were only allowed to quit when we became a black belt. My older brother and father both quit at that point, but I chose to keep going. My younger brother just got his black belt at the start of February, and is still going with me!

I’m kinda a weird person. Kinda. Not that much to be honest. But the thing that makes me the weirdest I suppose is my love of the pool. There’s an indoor pool (a recreational center) that I love to go to. You probably think that’s not that weird lol, however I dont like swimming. I go there just to sit in the humid air and I work on writing or homework or just watch youtube.

Another weird thing about me is that I’m closer to my second cousins than my first cousins. I have multiple sets of second cousins who live in my states and we all go to the same schools, but my first cousins all live in different states. I have some in North Carolina, some in Oregon, some in California, some in Oklahoma… everywhere really, except my state.

I’m almost there! One hundred and eleven words to go! So I’ve been thinking about what careers I might want to pursue. I’m going into high school next year- I’m in 9th grade right now- and I don't know what to do. I don’t think I want to pursue writing… I mean it is a possibility, but I think I’d probably have it more as a hobby at the most. I also considered doing ballroom dance, but I don't think that’s my thing either. Lately though, I’ve been considering psychology. Maybe adoption counselor or school psychologist or I don't know… something?

Well anyway that's my 1k intro! It was a lot harder to write this year than last year, which is interesting I guess. Can’t wait for cyberpunk to crush you all!

⋆ sunday, march 1st: 1k intro

hey swc! i’m veni (she/whatever pronouns), just your average high-schooler over here on the east coast <3 (is anyone else really looking forward to daylight savings time? pretty sure we’re approaching the 6 o'clock sunset mark but i’m really craving some sunlight right now + extra swc daily time ). umm i like it over here i guess even though i’m home a lot. my favorite thing is probably the changing of seasons though since i’m definitely the kind of person to get bored quickly and i love and appreciate that there’s always something going on with the trees.
expanding on that, when i’m not doomscrolling i’m always looking for something new and fresh to do; so naturally i am a dedicated hobby hoarder! name anything and i’ve probably dabbled in it at least once. i like to dabble. dip my toes in waters of something completely random and either have it become my new obsession or never touch it again. unfortunately i don’t really feel like talking about my hobbies immediately because i feel like i always do that and the effort of making this intro follow a comprehensible timeline/plot is just really not calling to me right now buckle up for the ride and let’s shake it up, shall we?
actually, that’s kind of a funny thing to say because i’m currently taking drivers ed right now. and by right now, i mean at this second i’m logged into a virtual course and split screening it with this tab (i am paying attention though, i promise! there’s notes just under where i’m writing this intro ). i’m working on getting my license but it sounds like such a big scary thing to do and i’ve only driven a car a grand total of one times, in which my mom kicked me out almost immediately since i was doing a horrible job. growing up, amirite? anyways yes you guys should buckle up anytime you get into a vehicle because i care about you guys <3 (does my intro count as a vehicle? i don’t (car)e, you all are in the backseat now)
anyways lets get to some kind of point here. this month marks my 16th session of swc! it’s been almost a perfect five years since my first day of swc, and i say almost because that time i was a backup camper and i don’t remember exactly when i set first set foot in the main cabin and changed my life. this is hitting me hard i think because it’s literally been half a decade. when i’d started swc, i’d barely been alive for a decade, so you guys and the community here which i do really cherish so much have been a part of my life for almost a third of it. that’s wild - considering i was basically a whole different person back in 2021, swc’s been my one constant from then. not to get sappy, though and not to mention that this is the whole thing that got me into writing, it’s also keeping me at it, too. even if i slack off on writing outside of sessions i will always somehow find time for it during them <3 excited to be camping in magreal!
hmm what else has been new since my last 1k intro - i got an acoustic guitar for christmas!! i’ve been having a lot of fun playing around with it even though i admittedly kind of suck and my fingers hurt. but it sounds so pretty and it’s quickly become one of my most prized possessions it also brings my instrument total up to three, alongside piano which i think is one of my longest standing hobbies and violin/orchestra. ooh orchestra… i’ve met a lot of fun people and have made a lot of memories through my school’s orchestra, some bad but mostly good, from competitions to wandering theme parks ^^ i don’t really have a lot going on extracurricular-wise besides orchestra and art because i like going home. i hate how sports focused my school is and how worthless it makes me and a lot of my friends feel not being on a sports team and art and music clubs never getting recognized </3 huh the water i’m drinking kind of tastes like soap
but figure skating!!! like a lot of people i’m guessing, watching the olympics has really spiked my love for the sport. it’s just… really cool, no pun intended. made me patriotic for the first time since gymnastics in the summer olympics. i started ice skating well over a year ago but there’s a good chunk of break in between that period so my skills are really lame just to put it lightly. i’m hoping to get out of crossover jail soon…!!
i’m also really passionate about travelling and exploring, whether it be nature or cities. one of my dreams and maybe life goal is to travel to as many places as possible. i have no idea how to go about this or even what kind of job i want to go into or even what college i want to attend so that’s kind of… a problem for later, i guess, although it really shouldn’t be. quite frankly the idea of paving a life for myself is both exhilarating and deeply distressing
back to my silly hobbies though, i like taking pictures, and pressing flowers, and collecting things to have them decorate my room. i like reading even if it takes me months to finish a book, and i like listening to music - i really listen to anything but my favorite genres are whatever “indie” constitutes as, folk, and rock. if it’s not obvious enough by now, i’m definitely a creative type of person!! i love to draw both traditionally and digitally and i think today is the one year anniversary of my current sketchbook but i’ll have to check to confirm. besides just drawing on a flat surface though i love to jump between all kinds of mediums from paints to clay, fabric, yarn, and jewelry my 3d art elective class last semester went great and it was so fun to see my pieces all fired up and shiny. currently i’m working on a pair of legwarmers even though they’re currently being massively procrastinated on. (i just looked outside and the sky is really. reallllllly blue for it being 5:50pm)
i’m getting kind of close to 1k already but i kind of want to keep yapping. i’ve been weirdly into games that waste your time lately. i’m quickly devolving into a candy crush mom because unfortunately it was one of the only apps that worked on my chromebook and i made it through 30 levels in a single class period. minecraft education works too but i am somehow able to be scared by creatures so i mostly stick to building elaborate houses with my friends. i’ve been getting back into my childhood games on roblox (still refuse to give them my face though grr) and getting back into cleaning up my mess of an island on animal crossing. are these things productive? not really :thumbs_up:
hmm what else… a controversial food opinion? i don’t like whip cream. it’s like straight up sugar if it hated you, or like melted ice cream if it somehow kept its shape if you know what i mean. i’m sorry to be a hater celery absolutely sucks. fruits are amazing and make the best snacks ever. the kinds of sushi with raw fish suck, pineapple on pizza isn’t as criminal as people make it out to be, and vanilla isn’t a boring flavor, it’s actually one of my favorites (if you couldn’t tell by my user) <3
i think that’s all for now! if you found me interesting, don’t hesitate to stop by my profile - i would love to know more swcers!!