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- cyr0-st4t
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Scratcher
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
please dont mind how messy this thread is, im still very new to forums + swc, so im piling all my sessions into one </3
if you have any questions or want to talk about of any of my pieces of writing, head to my chatroom!! PLEASE,, // https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1240676027/
im using fourms because i dont think i would want to fit this into a project and i want this to be more professional! this is ALL written by me. I KNOW IT LOOKS AI BUT I PROMISE YOU IT'S NOT ^^"
sylus is blind, diana is slightly hard of hearing.
the title of this piece is called “Sylus and Diana” for the JWC '26 writing comp!!
such a cool and interesting title right? i did this also bc im soloing a cabin war TT
1,501 words in total. im sorry if this is off TT
~~
Winter always arrived early at the orphanage. Not on the calendar, no, winter showed up in other ways. In the way the radiators screamed louder but warmed less. In the extra blanket folded at the foot of each bed, thin as an apology. In the rule posted on the bulletin board in red marker:
NO LOITERING IN HALLS AFTER LIGHTS-OUT.
Sylus learned to count winters by sound. He could tell when the first snow fell because footsteps changed. Boots dragged more. People shuffled instead of walking. The doors swelled in their frames and creaked when opened. Winter made the building louder and colder at the same time, a trick Sylus never quite understood. The orphanage smelled different in winter, too. Wet wool, soap stretched too thin, boiled food that stuck to the air. The staff called it “efficient cooking.” The kids called it “that smell.”
Diana arrived the winter Sylus turned ten, after his accident that turned him blind. He didn’t know her name at first. He knew her laugh instead.
It cut through the dining hall like someone had dropped something fragile and bright. Too loud for the room, too alive. One of the older kids hissed at her to keep it down. A staff member cleared their throat sharply. The laugh stopped, but Sylus could hear the smile linger. Sylus didn't know how, but he did. He could hear the way the girl, Diana, gave a little chuckle after she was told to be quiet.
She was assigned to the bed across from his in the blue room, the coldest room on the second floor. The paint peeled in long strips, and the window closest to the fire escape never sealed properly. Wind slipped in through the cracks and whistled at night like it was looking for someone. The first night, Sylus lay awake counting his breaths, like he always did when the cold bit too hard. He heard sniffing. Soft. Muffled. The kind of crying someone does when they don’t want to be caught. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good at first words.
But he… Sylus felt this urge to at least try. The staff members of the orphanage wanted the kids to make friends.
Well. He spoke.
Softly, hesitantly. Almost couldn't get the words out.
“Hey.” he croaked.
“Hey..!” Sylus said, a little bit louder this time.
“What?” she answered back, rubbing her tears away.
Sylus got up, struggled to walk over to her bed, and stood in the middle of the room.
“..what's wrong?” he asked after a few beats of silence.
“…nothing. go back to sleep,” she croaked back, shifitng under the covers.
“…fine.”
Sylus shifted in his spot before finally heading back to his own bed on the other side of the room.
“…Sylus.” he said.
“Diana.” she replied.
“G'night…”
“Uh-huh.”
Diana talked a lot during the day.
Sylus wondered why she cried the night before, but didn't dwell on it. He stored the interaction away for later. She asked where things were, why rules existed, who decided bedtimes, and whether the soup was supposed to taste like that. Adults gave her tired answers. Kids rolled their eyes. Sylus listened. She figured him out faster than most. Not in a dramatic way. Just… quietly. She learned that he didn’t like sudden noise near his head. That he liked sitting at the end of tables. That he counted steps in stairwells and didn’t like being interrupted while doing it. “You don’t have to answer everything,” she told him one afternoon while they folded laundry together. A punishment for the two of them being late to lunch again. For the 4th time. “I can fill in the silence for you. If that makes sense…” “You already do,” he said. “You take me around the orphanage like it's a playground. You help me when I need it, when I'm too stubborn to ask.” She beamed as he’d complimented her. Again, Sylus didn't know how she was smiling without his sight. He just did. Like a gut feeling.
A little time passes. Winter.
Winters meant chores doubled. Less outside time. More cleaning. Diana and Sylus were paired often, mostly because neither caused trouble when supervised together. They washed dishes side by side, her movements energetic, his careful. Sometimes their hands brushed when passing plates. Diana always stilled for half a second afterward, like she was checking whether it bothered him.
It never did.
Once, during a particularly bad storm, the power flickered. The hall went dark. Someone screamed. Diana grabbed Sylus’s sleeve without thinking. “Sorry,” she whispered immediately. He turned slightly toward her. “You can keep holding on.” She did. The lights came back on a few moments after, and Diana shifted away from Sylus. “Uhm… night.” she said, shifting away back to their room. “Night,” Sylus replied. “I still have chores to do. …see you.”
The kitchen was their secret. They didn’t plan it at first. It just… happened. One winter night, long after lights-out, Sylus couldn’t sleep. The radiator screamed like it was in pain, and the cold crawled up his legs no matter how tight he pulled the blanket. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake anyone, and padded down the hall. He knew the layout by heart, twelve steps to the stairs, seven down, four to the left.
He didn’t expect Diana to be there. She was sitting on the floor outside the kitchen door, knees tucked to her chest. “Oh,” she whispered when she heard him. Then, quieter, “You too?”
They stared at each other in the dark, two kids caught doing nothing wrong but knowing it could still get them in trouble.
“Can’t sleep,” she said.
“Me neither.”
She hesitated. “Do you… want to sit?”
They sat.
That turned into sneaking into the kitchen. That turned into stealing ingredients in small amounts. Flour one night. Sugar another. They didn’t know what they were doing. Diana narrated everything like she’d seen it once on TV.
“This part is probably important,” she whispered, pouring too much water.
They burned the first loaf. The second was dense and ugly. The third was almost right.
They ate it sitting on the floor, backs against the counter, hands sticky and warm.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Diana said sarcastically.
Sylus nodded, because he knew what she meant. It wasn’t about the bread. It was about something else he didn't understand.
They got caught once.
It happened during the coldest winter Sylus could remember. Snow buried the fire escape. Pipes froze. Tempers were short. Diana forgot to listen for footsteps. The light snapped on.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
They stood frozen, flour on their sleeves, breath held tight. The bread—almost finished—was taken and thrown away. They were made to stand facing the wall in the hallway, hands flat, while the staff member lectured them about rules and waste and consequences.
Diana shook beside him.
Afterward, back in the blue room, she whispered, “I ruin everything.”
“You don’t,” Sylus said instantly.
She laughed weakly, sniffling a sob. “You didn’t even think about that.”
“I don’t need to.”
She rolled onto her side, facing him in the dark. Sylus felt her gaze on him. “You always do that. Decide I’m not the problem.”
“You’re not.”
She turned, to face the ceiling. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. So he kept shut.
Kids noticed things before adults did.
They noticed that Diana always sat next to Sylus at meals. That she saved him the corner seat. That she told people to “stop” when they teased him—not loudly, just firmly, like it wasn’t a question. They noticed Sylus waited for her in doorways. That he slowed when she slowed. That he listened when she talked like it mattered.
“Are you two, like… together?” someone asked once, when they were in their teen years.
Diana spluttered. “We’re kids.”
Sylus said nothing, but his ears burned.
That night, Diana asked quietly, “Is it weird?”
“No,” he said.
“Good. I guess.”
They grew that way—side by side, without naming it. Diana learned when to be quiet. Sylus learned when to speak. Winter after winter, they learned how to share warmth without asking for it.
When Diana turned twelve, she cried on his shoulder for the first time. When Sylus turned thirteen, she braided string around his wrist because she thought it might help him “remember things.”
He wore it until it fell apart.
The orphanage didn’t get kinder with time.
Kids left. New ones came. The blue room stayed cold. The rules stayed red and loud on the walls.
But winter always came back. And so did the kitchen.
And so did the quiet, steady comfort of someone who knew you from the beginning—before you learned how to hide, before you learned how to harden. They didn’t know, then, that this was love. They just knew that winter hurt less when they were together.
if you have any questions or want to talk about of any of my pieces of writing, head to my chatroom!! PLEASE,, // https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1240676027/
im using fourms because i dont think i would want to fit this into a project and i want this to be more professional! this is ALL written by me. I KNOW IT LOOKS AI BUT I PROMISE YOU IT'S NOT ^^"
sylus is blind, diana is slightly hard of hearing.
the title of this piece is called “Sylus and Diana” for the JWC '26 writing comp!!
such a cool and interesting title right? i did this also bc im soloing a cabin war TT
1,501 words in total. im sorry if this is off TT
~~
Winter always arrived early at the orphanage. Not on the calendar, no, winter showed up in other ways. In the way the radiators screamed louder but warmed less. In the extra blanket folded at the foot of each bed, thin as an apology. In the rule posted on the bulletin board in red marker:
NO LOITERING IN HALLS AFTER LIGHTS-OUT.
Sylus learned to count winters by sound. He could tell when the first snow fell because footsteps changed. Boots dragged more. People shuffled instead of walking. The doors swelled in their frames and creaked when opened. Winter made the building louder and colder at the same time, a trick Sylus never quite understood. The orphanage smelled different in winter, too. Wet wool, soap stretched too thin, boiled food that stuck to the air. The staff called it “efficient cooking.” The kids called it “that smell.”
Diana arrived the winter Sylus turned ten, after his accident that turned him blind. He didn’t know her name at first. He knew her laugh instead.
It cut through the dining hall like someone had dropped something fragile and bright. Too loud for the room, too alive. One of the older kids hissed at her to keep it down. A staff member cleared their throat sharply. The laugh stopped, but Sylus could hear the smile linger. Sylus didn't know how, but he did. He could hear the way the girl, Diana, gave a little chuckle after she was told to be quiet.
She was assigned to the bed across from his in the blue room, the coldest room on the second floor. The paint peeled in long strips, and the window closest to the fire escape never sealed properly. Wind slipped in through the cracks and whistled at night like it was looking for someone. The first night, Sylus lay awake counting his breaths, like he always did when the cold bit too hard. He heard sniffing. Soft. Muffled. The kind of crying someone does when they don’t want to be caught. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good at first words.
But he… Sylus felt this urge to at least try. The staff members of the orphanage wanted the kids to make friends.
Well. He spoke.
Softly, hesitantly. Almost couldn't get the words out.
“Hey.” he croaked.
“Hey..!” Sylus said, a little bit louder this time.
“What?” she answered back, rubbing her tears away.
Sylus got up, struggled to walk over to her bed, and stood in the middle of the room.
“..what's wrong?” he asked after a few beats of silence.
“…nothing. go back to sleep,” she croaked back, shifitng under the covers.
“…fine.”
Sylus shifted in his spot before finally heading back to his own bed on the other side of the room.
“…Sylus.” he said.
“Diana.” she replied.
“G'night…”
“Uh-huh.”
Diana talked a lot during the day.
Sylus wondered why she cried the night before, but didn't dwell on it. He stored the interaction away for later. She asked where things were, why rules existed, who decided bedtimes, and whether the soup was supposed to taste like that. Adults gave her tired answers. Kids rolled their eyes. Sylus listened. She figured him out faster than most. Not in a dramatic way. Just… quietly. She learned that he didn’t like sudden noise near his head. That he liked sitting at the end of tables. That he counted steps in stairwells and didn’t like being interrupted while doing it. “You don’t have to answer everything,” she told him one afternoon while they folded laundry together. A punishment for the two of them being late to lunch again. For the 4th time. “I can fill in the silence for you. If that makes sense…” “You already do,” he said. “You take me around the orphanage like it's a playground. You help me when I need it, when I'm too stubborn to ask.” She beamed as he’d complimented her. Again, Sylus didn't know how she was smiling without his sight. He just did. Like a gut feeling.
A little time passes. Winter.
Winters meant chores doubled. Less outside time. More cleaning. Diana and Sylus were paired often, mostly because neither caused trouble when supervised together. They washed dishes side by side, her movements energetic, his careful. Sometimes their hands brushed when passing plates. Diana always stilled for half a second afterward, like she was checking whether it bothered him.
It never did.
Once, during a particularly bad storm, the power flickered. The hall went dark. Someone screamed. Diana grabbed Sylus’s sleeve without thinking. “Sorry,” she whispered immediately. He turned slightly toward her. “You can keep holding on.” She did. The lights came back on a few moments after, and Diana shifted away from Sylus. “Uhm… night.” she said, shifting away back to their room. “Night,” Sylus replied. “I still have chores to do. …see you.”
The kitchen was their secret. They didn’t plan it at first. It just… happened. One winter night, long after lights-out, Sylus couldn’t sleep. The radiator screamed like it was in pain, and the cold crawled up his legs no matter how tight he pulled the blanket. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake anyone, and padded down the hall. He knew the layout by heart, twelve steps to the stairs, seven down, four to the left.
He didn’t expect Diana to be there. She was sitting on the floor outside the kitchen door, knees tucked to her chest. “Oh,” she whispered when she heard him. Then, quieter, “You too?”
They stared at each other in the dark, two kids caught doing nothing wrong but knowing it could still get them in trouble.
“Can’t sleep,” she said.
“Me neither.”
She hesitated. “Do you… want to sit?”
They sat.
That turned into sneaking into the kitchen. That turned into stealing ingredients in small amounts. Flour one night. Sugar another. They didn’t know what they were doing. Diana narrated everything like she’d seen it once on TV.
“This part is probably important,” she whispered, pouring too much water.
They burned the first loaf. The second was dense and ugly. The third was almost right.
They ate it sitting on the floor, backs against the counter, hands sticky and warm.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Diana said sarcastically.
Sylus nodded, because he knew what she meant. It wasn’t about the bread. It was about something else he didn't understand.
They got caught once.
It happened during the coldest winter Sylus could remember. Snow buried the fire escape. Pipes froze. Tempers were short. Diana forgot to listen for footsteps. The light snapped on.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
They stood frozen, flour on their sleeves, breath held tight. The bread—almost finished—was taken and thrown away. They were made to stand facing the wall in the hallway, hands flat, while the staff member lectured them about rules and waste and consequences.
Diana shook beside him.
Afterward, back in the blue room, she whispered, “I ruin everything.”
“You don’t,” Sylus said instantly.
She laughed weakly, sniffling a sob. “You didn’t even think about that.”
“I don’t need to.”
She rolled onto her side, facing him in the dark. Sylus felt her gaze on him. “You always do that. Decide I’m not the problem.”
“You’re not.”
She turned, to face the ceiling. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. So he kept shut.
Kids noticed things before adults did.
They noticed that Diana always sat next to Sylus at meals. That she saved him the corner seat. That she told people to “stop” when they teased him—not loudly, just firmly, like it wasn’t a question. They noticed Sylus waited for her in doorways. That he slowed when she slowed. That he listened when she talked like it mattered.
“Are you two, like… together?” someone asked once, when they were in their teen years.
Diana spluttered. “We’re kids.”
Sylus said nothing, but his ears burned.
That night, Diana asked quietly, “Is it weird?”
“No,” he said.
“Good. I guess.”
They grew that way—side by side, without naming it. Diana learned when to be quiet. Sylus learned when to speak. Winter after winter, they learned how to share warmth without asking for it.
When Diana turned twelve, she cried on his shoulder for the first time. When Sylus turned thirteen, she braided string around his wrist because she thought it might help him “remember things.”
He wore it until it fell apart.
The orphanage didn’t get kinder with time.
Kids left. New ones came. The blue room stayed cold. The rules stayed red and loud on the walls.
But winter always came back. And so did the kitchen.
And so did the quiet, steady comfort of someone who knew you from the beginning—before you learned how to hide, before you learned how to harden. They didn’t know, then, that this was love. They just knew that winter hurt less when they were together.
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 1, 2026 01:12:57)
- cyr0-st4t
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Scratcher
26 posts
cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
word counting for cabin war
487 words in total
sylus was supposed to be a medic/healer of a sort ^^ and the two were supposed to be agents lol TT
~~
Sylus was in the hospital again. Tending to that burn victim child, Riley. One time, the child asked, “Dr. Hudson? Are…are you blind, doctor?” Riley mumbled hesitantly. Sylus faltered. “No. I got into a car crash when… when I was 10.” Sylus felt Riley slump on the hospital cot. “Oh… but, uh, I made you a bracelet! I could make a braille one instead!” Riley piped up. Sylus gave a smile. “That is very nice of you, kiddo. Either version would be wonderful.” sylus answered, wrapping a new fresh roll of gauze onto Riley's arms. “Really?!” Sylus heard Riley's voice go higher. Sylus nodded in response. “Oh! Okay! After your shift, I'll give it to you!” the child promised. "I'lllook- er- feel forward to it, Riley.“ Sylus corrected himself. ”Hehe! Okay, Dr. Hudson!"
After Sylus had attended to Riley, he found himself on the phone with Diana. …Her. She was his childhood best friend, having met Di in the orphanage. At 16, they split ways to pursue their dreams. In that process, they became secret agents. (If I told you what they did, it wouldn't be secret now, would it?)
And now? Diana finally got the chance to reconnect with Sylus after 8 years. They're both 24 now. Sylus hesitated at the ringer, it softly saying “Diana” in his earbud. He answered.
“Hello?” Sylus spoke into the mic. “Hey! It's so great to finally hear you again after all these years, Sylus!” Diana said over the phone. A soft smile found itself onto Sylus's face. He liked hearing her voice after so long. He… nevermind.
“It's good to hear you too, Diana. How've you been?” he asked softly, making his rounds on patients. Short break before he leaves for the day. “I've been great! Are we still on for the reunion tomorrow?” she asked, rustling on the other end. “Sorry. Paperwork.” Diana mumbled. “No worries, Di. Yeah, 1pm tomorrow, right?” Diana made an agreement sound. “Yeah. Okay, I uh, gotta head out. Talk to you later.” “Later!”
BEEP. Sylus pulled the earbud out of his ear, and shoved it back into his coat pocket. He made his way to Riley's sidebed, finding him struggling to tie a bracelet off. “Let me help you.” Sylus took the bracelet blindly and tied it off onto Riley's right wrist. “Thanks, doc! It says my name, Riley!” Sylus gently rubbed the beads with his thumbpad. “Riley…” Sylus mumbled. “Cool name… but what about mine?” Sylus gave a small smirk as Riley giggled. “Oh yeah! Here. Hold out your hand, Dr. Hudson!” Sylus does as he's asked, holding out his left wrist. “Are you left-handed?” Sylus nodded. “I've never had a bracelet before. Thank you, again.” Riley giggled. “Mhm! You're welcome! See you soon!” Sylus chuckled, giving a wave as he left.
From one friend to another.
487 words in total
sylus was supposed to be a medic/healer of a sort ^^ and the two were supposed to be agents lol TT
~~
Sylus was in the hospital again. Tending to that burn victim child, Riley. One time, the child asked, “Dr. Hudson? Are…are you blind, doctor?” Riley mumbled hesitantly. Sylus faltered. “No. I got into a car crash when… when I was 10.” Sylus felt Riley slump on the hospital cot. “Oh… but, uh, I made you a bracelet! I could make a braille one instead!” Riley piped up. Sylus gave a smile. “That is very nice of you, kiddo. Either version would be wonderful.” sylus answered, wrapping a new fresh roll of gauze onto Riley's arms. “Really?!” Sylus heard Riley's voice go higher. Sylus nodded in response. “Oh! Okay! After your shift, I'll give it to you!” the child promised. "I'lllook- er- feel forward to it, Riley.“ Sylus corrected himself. ”Hehe! Okay, Dr. Hudson!"
After Sylus had attended to Riley, he found himself on the phone with Diana. …Her. She was his childhood best friend, having met Di in the orphanage. At 16, they split ways to pursue their dreams. In that process, they became secret agents. (If I told you what they did, it wouldn't be secret now, would it?)
And now? Diana finally got the chance to reconnect with Sylus after 8 years. They're both 24 now. Sylus hesitated at the ringer, it softly saying “Diana” in his earbud. He answered.
“Hello?” Sylus spoke into the mic. “Hey! It's so great to finally hear you again after all these years, Sylus!” Diana said over the phone. A soft smile found itself onto Sylus's face. He liked hearing her voice after so long. He… nevermind.
“It's good to hear you too, Diana. How've you been?” he asked softly, making his rounds on patients. Short break before he leaves for the day. “I've been great! Are we still on for the reunion tomorrow?” she asked, rustling on the other end. “Sorry. Paperwork.” Diana mumbled. “No worries, Di. Yeah, 1pm tomorrow, right?” Diana made an agreement sound. “Yeah. Okay, I uh, gotta head out. Talk to you later.” “Later!”
BEEP. Sylus pulled the earbud out of his ear, and shoved it back into his coat pocket. He made his way to Riley's sidebed, finding him struggling to tie a bracelet off. “Let me help you.” Sylus took the bracelet blindly and tied it off onto Riley's right wrist. “Thanks, doc! It says my name, Riley!” Sylus gently rubbed the beads with his thumbpad. “Riley…” Sylus mumbled. “Cool name… but what about mine?” Sylus gave a small smirk as Riley giggled. “Oh yeah! Here. Hold out your hand, Dr. Hudson!” Sylus does as he's asked, holding out his left wrist. “Are you left-handed?” Sylus nodded. “I've never had a bracelet before. Thank you, again.” Riley giggled. “Mhm! You're welcome! See you soon!” Sylus chuckled, giving a wave as he left.
From one friend to another.
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (Feb. 3, 2026 15:59:05)
- cyr0-st4t
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Scratcher
26 posts
cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
0ewgzrhoidfcvm gdigjvgrdgfcv km idk what this is for now,,,
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (Feb. 4, 2026 16:00:42)
- cyr0-st4t
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Scratcher
26 posts
cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
SCC feb '26, weekly two ^^ cult :gasp:
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part one, ten ideas
part two, 200 words abt said cult
i went with plants cause i really wanted to learn about having a green thumb plus my brother and mom likes plants so why not join the bandwagon? so like qotd or qotw are like whats the best way to care for a plant or the best looking plant or the first plant the ppl got!! the ppl called “plantians” or “plant dwellers” or smth lol, and maybe like there would be more activities and exposure to the plants
i actually did research about plants for this to reach the word count cause i was so eager to claim 1500 points for my cabin ^^
i took a short google search, and i found out like nightshade, water hemlock and devil's cherry, and dwale. theres much more!
FYI this info is from collected research online!! ^^
uh yeah thats all
(207 words)
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part three, storyline/cult description
created by @cyr0-st4t
thumb by @cyr0-st4t
~~
hello there! welcome to the greenhouse, how may we help you?
hi there! here at the greenhouse, we take care of wonderful plants, whether it be ones in the pot, or watering your own mental growth plant!
if you've ever felt the need to talk about plants here on scratch, the greenhouse is the place to do so!
before asking for an invite on the current host or manager(s) profile, you must follow the rules, or else you'll be kicked out and banned from the greenhouse. if there is more * on a rule, that means how many warnings you'll get before getting banned / removed from the greenhouse. we would appreciate if you didnt.
1- no homophobia, transphobia, or any hate at all. we here at the greenhouse dont accept hate, that would be bad for our mental and physcial health, as we all here want to be our very best for the plants. this rule does not have a warning, as this is just common sense
2-please be respectful when talking to our managers or the studio host! we are human beings and deserve some kindness too <3 no warning.
3- please make sure to take some time for your plants, whether mental or real, as you do need breaks from the screen
just a friendly reminder!
4- please dont reveal anything personal, like where you live, your looks or anything about you. but if youre comfortable with your age and name, feel free, just nothing more! **
trivia of the day/totd: what is the most poisonous flower that exists?
qotd: whats the most loved flower in your household?
activity: go play plant bingo, large plant edition!!
current studio host: cyro, she/they, @cyr0-st4t
“hiya ima cyro i like yuhh created this haven thingy, please enjoy”
(inspo from DbD, GWDFI, Gaehive + more!)
~~
part four, thumb, canva (500X325 pxls)
idk how to import it into forums <\3
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1277764811/
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part one, ten ideas
- pizza
art
ships (BOATS)
ships (yes now the lovey dovey stuff)
plants
emojis
money
colour/color
snowglobes
keychains
part two, 200 words abt said cult
i went with plants cause i really wanted to learn about having a green thumb plus my brother and mom likes plants so why not join the bandwagon? so like qotd or qotw are like whats the best way to care for a plant or the best looking plant or the first plant the ppl got!! the ppl called “plantians” or “plant dwellers” or smth lol, and maybe like there would be more activities and exposure to the plants
i actually did research about plants for this to reach the word count cause i was so eager to claim 1500 points for my cabin ^^i took a short google search, and i found out like nightshade, water hemlock and devil's cherry, and dwale. theres much more!
FYI this info is from collected research online!! ^^
- Atropa belladonna, devil's cherry, dwale, or the (deadly) nightshade contains toxic stuff caled tropane alkaloids, and it affects the body by inflicting dilated puplis and blurry vision, dry mouth/skin, a quick heartbeat, hallucinatiions, and more. It also affects the nervous system, by blocking specicfc nerve signals.
Water hemlock, which is apart of the Cicuta species. It causes nausea, tremors, really bad seizures and breathing problems.
uh yeah thats all
(207 words)
~~
part three, storyline/cult description
created by @cyr0-st4t
thumb by @cyr0-st4t
~~
hello there! welcome to the greenhouse, how may we help you?
hi there! here at the greenhouse, we take care of wonderful plants, whether it be ones in the pot, or watering your own mental growth plant!
if you've ever felt the need to talk about plants here on scratch, the greenhouse is the place to do so!
before asking for an invite on the current host or manager(s) profile, you must follow the rules, or else you'll be kicked out and banned from the greenhouse. if there is more * on a rule, that means how many warnings you'll get before getting banned / removed from the greenhouse. we would appreciate if you didnt.
1- no homophobia, transphobia, or any hate at all. we here at the greenhouse dont accept hate, that would be bad for our mental and physcial health, as we all here want to be our very best for the plants. this rule does not have a warning, as this is just common sense
2-please be respectful when talking to our managers or the studio host! we are human beings and deserve some kindness too <3 no warning.
3- please make sure to take some time for your plants, whether mental or real, as you do need breaks from the screen
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uhh i posted daily 9 of scc as a project somewhere lol
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SCC feb '26 weekly three!!
PART 1, 150 words of said silly story
so this is going to be a story about three people practicing a script for drama class, two are cops (good/bad cop) and the other person is missing!!! but what makes its silly is that the three of them KEEP getting interrupted by other friends or just cant take the story seriously and waste time lol
illyana, she uhhh shes a detective basically the good cop
and markus hes the bad cop >:00
and the missing person you ashe? i mean ask?
(yes ashe)
illyana is female, markus male and ashe andro/non-binary!
illyana is very very loud and eager to find ashe, loves to write down stuff about the missing case
markus drives and just is always annoyed/irritated, but isnt actually outside of this drama role, hes pretty chill!!
ashe on the other hand is very quiet and doesnt choose to speak much, so an assignment like this, speaking out in front of others is def scary
PART 2, 7 bizzare or magical things to said story
-in the room the three of them are practicing in, there is going to be ANOTHER group of people practicing drama and are really loud
-uhh then someone could steal the paper
-or markus forgets to bring his script
-ashe forgets all their lines because they are scared
-illyana is clumsy and falls down alot or tries to lean against the desks but falls
-markus wants to use ashe's script so that he can read his lines but illyana forces him to memorise them
-ashe wants to avoid speaking/practicing so they tell jokes to avoid it
PART 3, 5 jokes to be put into story explain context,,
FORUMS WERE DOWN YESTERDAY AFTERNOON ARGGHHH THEY DIDNT SAVE
-how to wake lady gaga? you poker face (illyana listens to pop a lot!)
-why did the frog take the bus to work today? his car got toad away (ashe has a pet toad)
-why don't eggs tell jokes? they might crack up! (illyana loves but is horrible at cooking TT)
-i used to have a job at a calendar factory, but I got fired because I took a couple of days off (markus's birthday is in a few days!)
-why don't skeletons fight each other? they don't have the guts! (they all like skeletons/spooky stuff :3)
PART 4, final story of 500 words!
(i spent the last few parts of the story trying to squish in the story cause i went over 500 words lol TT, total 708 words!)
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illyana, ashe and markus are ushered into a classroom adjacent to their homeroom one, needing to practice their drama script, picked out by the teacher.
illyana rushed in, always eager to get things done. unfortunately, she tripped. “OW!” she exclaimed. markus rushed over. “yo, you okay?” he asks, having a nod in return as she got up. “c'mon guys! if we practice enough times, we can memorize it and get good marks! right ashe?” illyana asked as she beamed, grinning as if she didn't fall a mere second ago. ashe only gave a meek nod, shaking as they held their paper. “oh, i, uh, forgot my script… i think my sister stole it back home before i left cause she needed a piece of paper to review her math homework on…” markus said quietly as he took his spot beside ashe, leaning against the wall. ashe opened their mouth to speak, but then, the teacher, mr. robinson. shoved in another group of people to practice, resulting in ashe quieting down. the other group yapped on and on loudly, like a pack of barking dogs and illyana huffed in annoyance. “ugh! they're so loud, goodness… can't they spare a thought of trying to be quiet for once?…” ashe nodded in agreement, yet doesn't make a sound. illyana sighed. “its okay, guys… we got this! okay…”
markus shifted over to look at ashe's script, seeing if he can look at his lines. instead, illyana smacked him with her own paper. “hey!” he exclaimed in pain. “the heck was that for?” illyana only shook her head in disappointment. “you shouldn't take advantage of ashe, and don't say you weren't! i know you're trying to help them to be unable to get out of their comfort zone and speak in front of others, mark.” ashe only cowered in their spot, trying to make it seem like the earth would soon swallow them. illyana took a scrap piece of paper and a pencil from a random desk and shoved it into markus' hands. “here. you're going to take this paper, go home and see the digital document we used to type up the script, and copy all your lines. why? cause you're going to memorize them by tomorrow, okay markus?”
markus shrugged, and instead of answering illyana, he turned to ashe. he nudged them with his elbow, smirking. “heyyy, it's fine! i'm like, 83 percent sure that mr. robinson would have the whole quiet shut their traps and he'll have an easier time listening to you, m'kay?” his smirk faded into a gentler smile, hoping to lift ashe's sprits. ashe opened their mouth, and mumbled something. “illyana?…” they asked gently. “mhm?” she tilted her head. “…you like pop, right?” illyana nodded enthusiastically. “yup! like lady gaga, miley cyrus, bruno mars, anything trending- wait, are you trying to make us waste time and avoid doing the script, ashe?” she asked deceptively. ashe shook their head. “how… how to wake lady gaga?” ashe asked softly. illyana tilted her head more, now interested in the joke. “…you poker face. like… poke… her face?” ashe gave a nervous chuckle. illyana took a moment to absorb the joke, then giggled. “ohhh!! i get it now! that was a good joke… but seriously, we need to practise, ashe.” ashe's eyes widened slightly. “can't… can't i just tell a few jokes though…?” ashe asked nervously, still wanting to waste time. markus shrugged. “i don't mind. i love the idea of procrastinating. hit me, ashe.”
ashe grinned. “why did the frog take the bus to work today?… his car got toad away…! uhm…why don't eggs tell jokes? they might crack up.. did you knowi used to have a job at a calendar factory, but I got fired because I took a couple of days off… also, happy early birthday, mark.. and uh… my last joke is why don't skeletons fight each other? they don't have the guts..” ashe and markus giggled. “guys!! now we don't have time to practice our detective script!” illyana protested, trying to not laugh along with markus and ashe.
just then, the bell rang, and mr. robinson opened the door. “time for lunch everybody! make sure you've practiced enough for next friday, when you all present.”
PART 1, 150 words of said silly story
so this is going to be a story about three people practicing a script for drama class, two are cops (good/bad cop) and the other person is missing!!! but what makes its silly is that the three of them KEEP getting interrupted by other friends or just cant take the story seriously and waste time lol
illyana, she uhhh shes a detective basically the good cop
and markus hes the bad cop >:00
and the missing person you ashe? i mean ask?
(yes ashe)
illyana is female, markus male and ashe andro/non-binary!
illyana is very very loud and eager to find ashe, loves to write down stuff about the missing case
markus drives and just is always annoyed/irritated, but isnt actually outside of this drama role, hes pretty chill!!
ashe on the other hand is very quiet and doesnt choose to speak much, so an assignment like this, speaking out in front of others is def scary
PART 2, 7 bizzare or magical things to said story
-in the room the three of them are practicing in, there is going to be ANOTHER group of people practicing drama and are really loud
-uhh then someone could steal the paper
-or markus forgets to bring his script
-ashe forgets all their lines because they are scared
-illyana is clumsy and falls down alot or tries to lean against the desks but falls
-markus wants to use ashe's script so that he can read his lines but illyana forces him to memorise them
-ashe wants to avoid speaking/practicing so they tell jokes to avoid it
PART 3, 5 jokes to be put into story explain context,,
FORUMS WERE DOWN YESTERDAY AFTERNOON ARGGHHH THEY DIDNT SAVE
-how to wake lady gaga? you poker face (illyana listens to pop a lot!)
-why did the frog take the bus to work today? his car got toad away (ashe has a pet toad)
-why don't eggs tell jokes? they might crack up! (illyana loves but is horrible at cooking TT)
-i used to have a job at a calendar factory, but I got fired because I took a couple of days off (markus's birthday is in a few days!)
-why don't skeletons fight each other? they don't have the guts! (they all like skeletons/spooky stuff :3)
PART 4, final story of 500 words!
(i spent the last few parts of the story trying to squish in the story cause i went over 500 words lol TT, total 708 words!)
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illyana, ashe and markus are ushered into a classroom adjacent to their homeroom one, needing to practice their drama script, picked out by the teacher.
illyana rushed in, always eager to get things done. unfortunately, she tripped. “OW!” she exclaimed. markus rushed over. “yo, you okay?” he asks, having a nod in return as she got up. “c'mon guys! if we practice enough times, we can memorize it and get good marks! right ashe?” illyana asked as she beamed, grinning as if she didn't fall a mere second ago. ashe only gave a meek nod, shaking as they held their paper. “oh, i, uh, forgot my script… i think my sister stole it back home before i left cause she needed a piece of paper to review her math homework on…” markus said quietly as he took his spot beside ashe, leaning against the wall. ashe opened their mouth to speak, but then, the teacher, mr. robinson. shoved in another group of people to practice, resulting in ashe quieting down. the other group yapped on and on loudly, like a pack of barking dogs and illyana huffed in annoyance. “ugh! they're so loud, goodness… can't they spare a thought of trying to be quiet for once?…” ashe nodded in agreement, yet doesn't make a sound. illyana sighed. “its okay, guys… we got this! okay…”
markus shifted over to look at ashe's script, seeing if he can look at his lines. instead, illyana smacked him with her own paper. “hey!” he exclaimed in pain. “the heck was that for?” illyana only shook her head in disappointment. “you shouldn't take advantage of ashe, and don't say you weren't! i know you're trying to help them to be unable to get out of their comfort zone and speak in front of others, mark.” ashe only cowered in their spot, trying to make it seem like the earth would soon swallow them. illyana took a scrap piece of paper and a pencil from a random desk and shoved it into markus' hands. “here. you're going to take this paper, go home and see the digital document we used to type up the script, and copy all your lines. why? cause you're going to memorize them by tomorrow, okay markus?”
markus shrugged, and instead of answering illyana, he turned to ashe. he nudged them with his elbow, smirking. “heyyy, it's fine! i'm like, 83 percent sure that mr. robinson would have the whole quiet shut their traps and he'll have an easier time listening to you, m'kay?” his smirk faded into a gentler smile, hoping to lift ashe's sprits. ashe opened their mouth, and mumbled something. “illyana?…” they asked gently. “mhm?” she tilted her head. “…you like pop, right?” illyana nodded enthusiastically. “yup! like lady gaga, miley cyrus, bruno mars, anything trending- wait, are you trying to make us waste time and avoid doing the script, ashe?” she asked deceptively. ashe shook their head. “how… how to wake lady gaga?” ashe asked softly. illyana tilted her head more, now interested in the joke. “…you poker face. like… poke… her face?” ashe gave a nervous chuckle. illyana took a moment to absorb the joke, then giggled. “ohhh!! i get it now! that was a good joke… but seriously, we need to practise, ashe.” ashe's eyes widened slightly. “can't… can't i just tell a few jokes though…?” ashe asked nervously, still wanting to waste time. markus shrugged. “i don't mind. i love the idea of procrastinating. hit me, ashe.”
ashe grinned. “why did the frog take the bus to work today?… his car got toad away…! uhm…why don't eggs tell jokes? they might crack up.. did you knowi used to have a job at a calendar factory, but I got fired because I took a couple of days off… also, happy early birthday, mark.. and uh… my last joke is why don't skeletons fight each other? they don't have the guts..” ashe and markus giggled. “guys!! now we don't have time to practice our detective script!” illyana protested, trying to not laugh along with markus and ashe.
just then, the bell rang, and mr. robinson opened the door. “time for lunch everybody! make sure you've practiced enough for next friday, when you all present.”
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
march swc ‘26 thread posts from now on kinda?? idk we’ll see
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help i want to sleep
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SWC march 268 words, WIP
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sylus swiped his cane left to right, feeling the domes at each curb to a sidewalk. he heard someone call out his name. “great,” he thought. sylus knew it was zeph, because the way the footsteps sounded against the gravel and pavement, and the way sylus' name sounded on the person's lips. weird, yes, but it was a skill he developed being blind. Finally, zephyr caught up with sylus, and was heaving heavily. “hey,” he said from the side. “its good to see you, sy.” sylus stopped in front of switched cafe, where diana worked. the two of them stepped aside to let people actually enter the cafe and walk past. “so,” sylus said, holding his cane close with his knuckles wrapped around it. “is… does di work here?” zeph asked, rolling the cuff of his leather jacket as the taller male leaned against the wall. sylus nodded, adjusting his face to somewhat look at zeph. “mhm. she's been working there for …2? 3 months? she makes good coffee, you should try it sometime.” sylus smiled, with zeph also. “sure. she here today?” sylus nodded again. “yeah, but if you're here to talk about to catch up, i'd think it would be best to talk about your… ‘travels’ in my apartment. away from prying eyes” he suggested. zeph sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “… do you have good coffee at home? my… ‘travels’ might take a while to talk about…” zephyr grumbled, facing away from sylus. sy heard the way zeph's head craned away, and placed his free hand on zeph' shoulder. “it'll be okay, i promise.”
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sylus swiped his cane left to right, feeling the domes at each curb to a sidewalk. he heard someone call out his name. “great,” he thought. sylus knew it was zeph, because the way the footsteps sounded against the gravel and pavement, and the way sylus' name sounded on the person's lips. weird, yes, but it was a skill he developed being blind. Finally, zephyr caught up with sylus, and was heaving heavily. “hey,” he said from the side. “its good to see you, sy.” sylus stopped in front of switched cafe, where diana worked. the two of them stepped aside to let people actually enter the cafe and walk past. “so,” sylus said, holding his cane close with his knuckles wrapped around it. “is… does di work here?” zeph asked, rolling the cuff of his leather jacket as the taller male leaned against the wall. sylus nodded, adjusting his face to somewhat look at zeph. “mhm. she's been working there for …2? 3 months? she makes good coffee, you should try it sometime.” sylus smiled, with zeph also. “sure. she here today?” sylus nodded again. “yeah, but if you're here to talk about to catch up, i'd think it would be best to talk about your… ‘travels’ in my apartment. away from prying eyes” he suggested. zeph sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “… do you have good coffee at home? my… ‘travels’ might take a while to talk about…” zephyr grumbled, facing away from sylus. sy heard the way zeph's head craned away, and placed his free hand on zeph' shoulder. “it'll be okay, i promise.”
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allison glances around, curious to where she is. she pushed through the vibrant bushes, the mushrooms looking oddly… colourful. she picked up a stick and hesitantly poked a mushroom. the mushroom, suddenly made an ear-piercing sound, itself opening up in an abnormal-like state. “ow!” she exclaimed, dropping the stick and covering her ears. she attempted to destroy it; only to have her foot stabbed with something unknown. allison froze, her gaze going hazy as now spores fumed out of the mushroom and made her dizzy.
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85 words
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419 words swc daily 3/2
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Aion brushed off some imaginary lint or dust from his hands and glanced around the room. Well, the endless expanse of white. “It appears that we four are stuck here,” he states bluntly, earning a groan from Riri. “We know, old guy… read the room. Why would we be happy to be stuck here instead of at home or something?” Gehia poked Riri. “Rude!” they hissed under their breath, glaring pointedly at the assassin. “I was merely stating a fact, slight,” Aion replied calmly. “I only know one person who would’ve wanted this… The Goddess of Fate, Calys. She… she and I haven’t been on good terms recently. I didn’t anticipate that she’d pull something like this, though…” The god trailed off, noticing something far off in the distance. Cloris pointed towards it. “What is that?” she questioned, but wasn’t answered as the white expanse turned to pitch black, and two red eyes replaced what she was pointing at.
Gehia squeaked, summoning a flickering source of light with their collection of runes, and cowered behind Cloris. Riri equipped his returned dagger on his left and a blowdart on his right. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, being able to see much better now. He shifted in front of Cloris and Gehia, trying to cover them from the newfound threat.
Aion, however, approached. “May I? I think I can help you with that rune of yours,” he asked gently, yet unfortunately spooked Gehia. “Oh! What- oh, you’re over there…! Yeah- you can take the rune…”
As Gehia handed over the rune to Aion, the god whispered something gibberish-like, and the flame brightened. Aion threw the now raging flame like a ball towards the piercing red eyes. The creature, figure, whatever it was, the gaze of it followed the trajectory of the thrown flame rune as it landed in front of it. The figure, now interested in the rune, walked intimidatingly towards it and picked up the dimming flame. It spoke, but the voice seemed detached and echoey, like the voice didn’t really belong to the shadowy outline of the figure. “Are you the one she speaks of?” The red eyes narrowed and stared into Aion’s galaxy ones. “She speaks of you like she really does care about you, Aion.”
Aion tenses at the mention of his name. “You must be one of Calys’ minions, aren’t you? She ….” he trailed off, before he did a mixing-like motion, and the clock chimed, like it was near. Alas, there was no clock.
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Aion brushed off some imaginary lint or dust from his hands and glanced around the room. Well, the endless expanse of white. “It appears that we four are stuck here,” he states bluntly, earning a groan from Riri. “We know, old guy… read the room. Why would we be happy to be stuck here instead of at home or something?” Gehia poked Riri. “Rude!” they hissed under their breath, glaring pointedly at the assassin. “I was merely stating a fact, slight,” Aion replied calmly. “I only know one person who would’ve wanted this… The Goddess of Fate, Calys. She… she and I haven’t been on good terms recently. I didn’t anticipate that she’d pull something like this, though…” The god trailed off, noticing something far off in the distance. Cloris pointed towards it. “What is that?” she questioned, but wasn’t answered as the white expanse turned to pitch black, and two red eyes replaced what she was pointing at.
Gehia squeaked, summoning a flickering source of light with their collection of runes, and cowered behind Cloris. Riri equipped his returned dagger on his left and a blowdart on his right. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, being able to see much better now. He shifted in front of Cloris and Gehia, trying to cover them from the newfound threat.
Aion, however, approached. “May I? I think I can help you with that rune of yours,” he asked gently, yet unfortunately spooked Gehia. “Oh! What- oh, you’re over there…! Yeah- you can take the rune…”
As Gehia handed over the rune to Aion, the god whispered something gibberish-like, and the flame brightened. Aion threw the now raging flame like a ball towards the piercing red eyes. The creature, figure, whatever it was, the gaze of it followed the trajectory of the thrown flame rune as it landed in front of it. The figure, now interested in the rune, walked intimidatingly towards it and picked up the dimming flame. It spoke, but the voice seemed detached and echoey, like the voice didn’t really belong to the shadowy outline of the figure. “Are you the one she speaks of?” The red eyes narrowed and stared into Aion’s galaxy ones. “She speaks of you like she really does care about you, Aion.”
Aion tenses at the mention of his name. “You must be one of Calys’ minions, aren’t you? She ….” he trailed off, before he did a mixing-like motion, and the clock chimed, like it was near. Alas, there was no clock.
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swc march 3/5 daily
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313 words!!
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yello!!! if you're actually gunna read this go ahead lol
anyways so ima be reviewing one book, called scythe by neal shusterman
so for scythe, ive actually done a review on the book before, i could link it if you want
ahem but enough stalling!
SCYTHE is set in a dystopian (how fitting thats my cabin), futuristic world where humanity has conquered sickness, hunger, war and even death, with the help of revival centres and people being able to “turn corners” or reset their physical age to a younger number to prevent dying from older age.
the only way people can now die are from scythes, which choose random victims that fit a category. its not called “killing,” but rather gleaning, for way farmers in our day and age used to leave grains for people to pick up. this book is so far in the future that they have the thunderhead, not the cloud for the digital world, and that people call our years, the years when people are able to die, the age of mortality, because technically, these people are immortal.
the real thing about this book isnt the fact that they avoid death, its the way people die. the scythes are tasked with kill- er, gleaning, and the way one gets chosen? its someone who fears to become a scythe. they are then made to be weapons, to be the weapon they use to kill.
the two main characters, citra and rowan, are tasked to train under one mentor, scythe faraday to become a scythe. they train and fight with and against each other to build up their courage and realationship, but then…
something happens to scythe faraday, and citra and rowan are seperated from each other, and now?
they must become something they fear.
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313 words!!
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yello!!! if you're actually gunna read this go ahead lol
anyways so ima be reviewing one book, called scythe by neal shusterman
so for scythe, ive actually done a review on the book before, i could link it if you want
ahem but enough stalling!
SCYTHE is set in a dystopian (how fitting thats my cabin), futuristic world where humanity has conquered sickness, hunger, war and even death, with the help of revival centres and people being able to “turn corners” or reset their physical age to a younger number to prevent dying from older age.
the only way people can now die are from scythes, which choose random victims that fit a category. its not called “killing,” but rather gleaning, for way farmers in our day and age used to leave grains for people to pick up. this book is so far in the future that they have the thunderhead, not the cloud for the digital world, and that people call our years, the years when people are able to die, the age of mortality, because technically, these people are immortal.
the real thing about this book isnt the fact that they avoid death, its the way people die. the scythes are tasked with kill- er, gleaning, and the way one gets chosen? its someone who fears to become a scythe. they are then made to be weapons, to be the weapon they use to kill.
the two main characters, citra and rowan, are tasked to train under one mentor, scythe faraday to become a scythe. they train and fight with and against each other to build up their courage and realationship, but then…
something happens to scythe faraday, and citra and rowan are seperated from each other, and now?
they must become something they fear.
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swc mar' 26 word war w/ @risinqmoon!!
5 minutes, 322 words! win () lost (x)
points (100 for win + 25 w/ promptt)
prompt: in the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do …
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in the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do…
was to record a video. andd… probably scream. so that's what tina and catherine did. the two girls screamed at the highest pitch they could, and dropped all their items. their bags, cameras, make-up and everything else. the girls left the tomb of sire mcdouglas robinson and left the forest, stumbling over the vines and the roots and scrapping their knees. catherine winced in pain as her left knee scraped against a root, and started to limp. “ow!!” she exclaimed, having tina glance back at her, and try to tug her friend forward.
the ghost you ask? the ghost watched from behind, silently and eerily following them as they ran away. catherine saw the ghost as tina pulled her, and screamed once more. the girls ran and ran even more, before reaching the metal fence to the graveyard they entered. “oh no! we're stuck! what do we do now? we- we can't do anything!” catherine squeaked in fear, glancing back and forth between tina, who was struggling to open the fence, and the ghost slowly approaching the girls. only then did it do something unexpected. “hello,” it said. tina stopped fiddling around with the fence and slowly turned around to face the ghost. “im- im not crazy, right? that thing… just… SPOKE?!!” tina said, her voice trembling as she held a shaky finger towards the ghost. catherine only nodded in response, not trusting her voice to speak. “i am sorry to have caused you an inconvenience, and did not mean to scare you. i only wanted to see who had disturbed me from my sleep. i am duke mcdouglas robinson of, the 12th king of hauntingland, king julius. he was a great king, and i served him with my final breath. i was not expecting to be woken by two young ladies…” he noted to himself. catherine and tina blinked.
5 minutes, 322 words! win () lost (x)
points (100 for win + 25 w/ promptt)
prompt: in the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do …
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in the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do…
was to record a video. andd… probably scream. so that's what tina and catherine did. the two girls screamed at the highest pitch they could, and dropped all their items. their bags, cameras, make-up and everything else. the girls left the tomb of sire mcdouglas robinson and left the forest, stumbling over the vines and the roots and scrapping their knees. catherine winced in pain as her left knee scraped against a root, and started to limp. “ow!!” she exclaimed, having tina glance back at her, and try to tug her friend forward.
the ghost you ask? the ghost watched from behind, silently and eerily following them as they ran away. catherine saw the ghost as tina pulled her, and screamed once more. the girls ran and ran even more, before reaching the metal fence to the graveyard they entered. “oh no! we're stuck! what do we do now? we- we can't do anything!” catherine squeaked in fear, glancing back and forth between tina, who was struggling to open the fence, and the ghost slowly approaching the girls. only then did it do something unexpected. “hello,” it said. tina stopped fiddling around with the fence and slowly turned around to face the ghost. “im- im not crazy, right? that thing… just… SPOKE?!!” tina said, her voice trembling as she held a shaky finger towards the ghost. catherine only nodded in response, not trusting her voice to speak. “i am sorry to have caused you an inconvenience, and did not mean to scare you. i only wanted to see who had disturbed me from my sleep. i am duke mcdouglas robinson of, the 12th king of hauntingland, king julius. he was a great king, and i served him with my final breath. i was not expecting to be woken by two young ladies…” he noted to himself. catherine and tina blinked.
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
dies even more
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 26, 2026 15:09:41)
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
voided daily,, im too lazy.
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 23, 2026 13:36:19)
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Scratcher
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
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Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 26, 2026 15:09:24)
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
critique for @VioAquaCat :33 this is so late im so sorry …
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/9022903/ \\ “general thoughts are good enough, grammar and spelling also appreciated!”
139words for 200 points
(100 words of critique - 200 points \\ 200 words of critique - 300 points \\ 300 words of critique - 400 points
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this is my first critique, so please bare with me TT“ anyways, i liked the idea of seeing character names of the deck of cards, its a subtle play on the nose, and i found it interesting!! i also enjoyed the variety of vocabulary cause it's different from what i usually see from day to day. im really intrigued with the mention of the ”overlords" and the way they people get their names, how sevens met everyone else and what they're relationship on. my only or few dislikes/critiques are that i think, if you have info about before this, even though this /is/ WIP, about like how the countries/sections were created, the leaders/rankings, and all that shumck. what is the relationship with sevens and the guests, how did slots and aces get themsevles into the casino(?).
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yeah. thats my first crititque :3
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/9022903/ \\ “general thoughts are good enough, grammar and spelling also appreciated!”
139words for 200 points
(100 words of critique - 200 points \\ 200 words of critique - 300 points \\ 300 words of critique - 400 points
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this is my first critique, so please bare with me TT“ anyways, i liked the idea of seeing character names of the deck of cards, its a subtle play on the nose, and i found it interesting!! i also enjoyed the variety of vocabulary cause it's different from what i usually see from day to day. im really intrigued with the mention of the ”overlords" and the way they people get their names, how sevens met everyone else and what they're relationship on. my only or few dislikes/critiques are that i think, if you have info about before this, even though this /is/ WIP, about like how the countries/sections were created, the leaders/rankings, and all that shumck. what is the relationship with sevens and the guests, how did slots and aces get themsevles into the casino(?).
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yeah. thats my first crititque :3
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
late daily. SIGHS…. dystopian is suffering cause of me /j
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 25, 2026 15:24:18)
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
SWC mar '26 WIP penpal for “WHITE BOY” /ij /silly its actually dub lol.
[[ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1295645018
50 points per 100 words
311 words for 150 points
i forgot to sign this so pretend it says “from your trusty snowman that's probably melting, cryo!”
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dear dubby,
dubby wubby? gubby? ahem ahem, wrong game, sorry… BUT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO START THE LETTER LIKE THAT? I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE, I DON'T KNOW, BE SAD ABOUT SHADOWNILLA OR SOMETHING??? poor earthbread
but when i found out that 1, all the beasts expect for shadow milk cookie were dead, 2, WHITE LILY IS DEAD? 3, pure vanilla wasnt able to tell her how she felt, KILLED ME. HOW DEVSISTERS HOW COULD YOUUUU…. but did you know i have Animal Crossing New Horizons too? its on my nintendo switch oled. i kinda got in trouble? so you know how i just told you that i have animal crossing new horizons, yeah? so like i uh /used/ to have this island where i had a bunch of cute and villagers i liked, and the thing was people can have multiple accounts on one switch to play the same game on different save files, like TOTK/ Tears of the Kingdom (Zelda), or Pokemon: Violet. lets say there was account a, i play a game but i mess up the save file and need a new one, so i use account b! BUT FOR ANIMAL CROSSING? so account a is the island representative and like does everything cool and i was curious if account b was gunna do the same thing, exist ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT ISLAND AND A WHOLE DIFFERENT save file. it didnt. so i planted a tent there and uhhh well… now its a space stuck, as the account b counts as a villager. NOW ON ACCOUNT A, it sucks. cause account b doesnt exist anymore cause i deleted it… sighs.
ANYWAY back to CRK lol i think i figured out the animal crossing thingy. …purelily and shadownilla shippers found in a ditch. litterally anyone who ships the ancients with white lily… ARE GONE, DEAD, PERISHED… sighs.
[[ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1295645018
50 points per 100 words
311 words for 150 points
i forgot to sign this so pretend it says “from your trusty snowman that's probably melting, cryo!”
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dear dubby,
dubby wubby? gubby? ahem ahem, wrong game, sorry… BUT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO START THE LETTER LIKE THAT? I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE, I DON'T KNOW, BE SAD ABOUT SHADOWNILLA OR SOMETHING??? poor earthbread
but when i found out that 1, all the beasts expect for shadow milk cookie were dead, 2, WHITE LILY IS DEAD? 3, pure vanilla wasnt able to tell her how she felt, KILLED ME. HOW DEVSISTERS HOW COULD YOUUUU…. but did you know i have Animal Crossing New Horizons too? its on my nintendo switch oled. i kinda got in trouble? so you know how i just told you that i have animal crossing new horizons, yeah? so like i uh /used/ to have this island where i had a bunch of cute and villagers i liked, and the thing was people can have multiple accounts on one switch to play the same game on different save files, like TOTK/ Tears of the Kingdom (Zelda), or Pokemon: Violet. lets say there was account a, i play a game but i mess up the save file and need a new one, so i use account b! BUT FOR ANIMAL CROSSING? so account a is the island representative and like does everything cool and i was curious if account b was gunna do the same thing, exist ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT ISLAND AND A WHOLE DIFFERENT save file. it didnt. so i planted a tent there and uhhh well… now its a space stuck, as the account b counts as a villager. NOW ON ACCOUNT A, it sucks. cause account b doesnt exist anymore cause i deleted it… sighs.ANYWAY back to CRK lol i think i figured out the animal crossing thingy. …purelily and shadownilla shippers found in a ditch. litterally anyone who ships the ancients with white lily… ARE GONE, DEAD, PERISHED… sighs.
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (March 26, 2026 18:38:03)
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cyro's weird writing thread!! :3
204 words !! March 31, SWC daily <3
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THANK YOU NOTES!! <3333
AHH!!!! i just wanna tysm yall sosososososo much for having me here in my first SWC session ever!!! this was so much fun and went so fast (prob cause of spring break lol) and theres a bunch of things and people i wanna thank but here are sum off the top of my head!
everyone in dystopian
tysm to silvi, snowy and skylar (even though i havent interacted w/ skylar as much), TYSM FOR SUCH A GREAT FIRST SESSION!! i fell in love with the idea of E33 after hearing about it in the Game Awards, and it was sososo fun seeing a game interpreted
into a cabin!!
also ty to tilly and eris and a BUNCH of other people for keeping dystopian safe during cabin wars <3
everyone else
so i wanna say ty to @Lyrids- / Lyra, @BiggestDubstepFan_XD / Dubby, @Seagulling / Seagull, @VivoAquaCat / Vi and so many more for interacting with me in general!!
idk what else to say…
to everyone and anyone else not mentioned here, IM SO SORRY TT LMK WHO YOU ARE AND I'LL ADD YOU </3
okay. cyro out!
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THANK YOU NOTES!! <3333
AHH!!!! i just wanna tysm yall sosososososo much for having me here in my first SWC session ever!!! this was so much fun and went so fast (prob cause of spring break lol) and theres a bunch of things and people i wanna thank but here are sum off the top of my head!
everyone in dystopian
tysm to silvi, snowy and skylar (even though i havent interacted w/ skylar as much), TYSM FOR SUCH A GREAT FIRST SESSION!! i fell in love with the idea of E33 after hearing about it in the Game Awards, and it was sososo fun seeing a game interpreted
into a cabin!!
also ty to tilly and eris and a BUNCH of other people for keeping dystopian safe during cabin wars <3
everyone else
so i wanna say ty to @Lyrids- / Lyra, @BiggestDubstepFan_XD / Dubby, @Seagulling / Seagull, @VivoAquaCat / Vi and so many more for interacting with me in general!!
idk what else to say…
to everyone and anyone else not mentioned here, IM SO SORRY TT LMK WHO YOU ARE AND I'LL ADD YOU </3
okay. cyro out!
Last edited by cyr0-st4t (July 12, 2026 00:52:17)
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