SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026

technj2009

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Poetry vs. Fairy Tales *ೃ༄ ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ #2 ᴡɪᴛʜ @ᴅᴏʟᴘʜɪɴ_ʙʀᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ~ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ

✐ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: “ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ?” ✏

: ̗̀➛ “Boardwalk Watcher” ✧.*
Kaya stood at the edge of the boardwalk, looking out into the sunset. What a magnificent sight to behold! The waves were crashing up at the shore, and she could feel the soft and warm gusts of breeze whisp upon her. There were not many people around, for the evening was just beginning. Kaya took this time in solidarity to reflect on the day that she had. After grueling hours at her office, and pile-loads of paperwork, she was more than thankful to be able to destress alone.
In the next few moments, she felt the breeze changing around her. Something was different. It was a strange and uncanny feeling of eyes pressing upon her. Yet how could that be? The only humans present were remotely across the street on the other side of the boardwalk. Kaya glanced around to check her surroundings. She was nervous at the least, but more intrigued through her curiosity. What could this feeling possibly be?
All of a sudden, a loud squawk rang through the air and Kaya jumped where she was! To her surprise, a seagull had been perched on the pole just adjacent to her, for the whole time! Kaya laughed out loud to herself and grinned a wide smile. The seagull was chubby and very cute, making Kaya's heart melt. She walked closer towards it and said, “Just curious, how long have you been watching me?”

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⌗ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀꜰꜰʀᴏɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ⋆˚࿔

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173 words … march 3

prompt: “I told you we needed more glitter.” … three minutes

!beware of spelling errors and incorrect grammar!

“I told you we needed more glitter!” Party Noob exclaimed to Party Two Time as Veeronica sat there on the stool, still looking as gloomy and tired as she did before the surprise part. The two had set up a surprise event for the robot, because she had seemed particularly down. However, it seemed like their plan didn’t work, because she still seemed helplessly empty and sad. Two Time pathetically splashed some glitter on her, and that did absolutely nothing. Noob sighed, unsure what to do. THen, Builderman burst open the door and walked in. “What’s going on?” He asked, looking around at the rainbow mess the duo made. “Uh we were trying to cheer Vee up! She seemed kind of sad and we did not know what to do.” Noob explained casually as Vee sighed. “Oh my gosh. You should have told me! Veeronica, come here.” Builderman directed, and the robot slowly moved towards him. He opened a panel on the back. Then, grabbing a container of oil, poured it into her.

ackkk kinda ran out of time but I was able to write most of it!

173 words

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MovieTheorist

WEEKLY ONE!!

Part 1:
Vincent Penn

Age: 24

Occupation: Vincent has a long past of occupations ranging from mechanical apprenticeships to cartographer. But all paths led in a distant slope leading to the low life of a gang member, stealing from the poor.

Residence: He lives in a vehicle he built himself with the help of his “girlfriend”. Vin and his vehicle are almost inseparable as he is normally seen repairing or adding a gizmo to his traveling home.

Physical characteristics: Black curly hair draped across his brow, five foot ten, a light beard shaved very close to the skin, tanned white skin, deep sapphire colored eyes, a straight and firm jawline, decent muscles from constant work, nerd.

Strengths: Many different skills are under his belt from his past that he can work with, he is actually quite smart, caring, will get the job done whatever it is, can think of a plan instantly, genuine, very chivalrous believe it or not.

Weaknesses: Has a tendency of being late, for being smart he frequently overthinks things, not good with relationships, fiddles with things when nervous and lying making it an easy tell, will put people in crazy situations if he believes its the right path, does not think ahead a lot.

Family relations: (He doesn't have a close family so these are close friends that are like family.

Quilla Trish: Ex-girlfriend, lives together, broke up as it was “for the better”, they still love each other, they have known each other since kids, co-founder of the gang he is in.

Jofen Myer: The muscle of his gang, funny humor, they met at a traveling shop and became friends, like brothers with Vin.

Lilac Jones: A scout in the gang, she delivers reports and is the new addition to the small group, Vin and her are like magnets retracting against each other, Lilac is good friends with Jofen and Quill but dislikes Vin creating resistance.

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Part 2:
This mood board revolves around the life of Vincent. The picture of Roberto Urbina pictures the visual of him with the dark hair and light beard. The picture of the four figures symbolizes the gang, shadows as the group is unsteady and not sure of each other. The messy table is his basic lifestyle, he doesn't find it urgent to clean up his life. The broken heart symbolizes his relationship with Quill, they still love each other yet its a broken and cracked love. The nuts and bolts in the center symbolize the main value he symbolizes his life around, technology and repairing things. Any spare part is sacred to him. The broken glass describes his life, shattered over time and clear for everyone to see. The glove in the bottom corner is the tough guy attitude he try's to pull over his image. The glove also is something that he wears casually. The vehicle at the bottom is something similar to the one he would drive similar to a mad max style vehicle. Maps describe one of his main jobs early in life which gave him a good sense of direction and how to read maps and land.

(word count 199 (full total so far 518))

I swapped with user @.ariikaii and there oc Echo: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/865727/?page=1#post-9017035

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The glittery shimmer of water glistened in the sun as the soft sounds of birds flying through the air can be heard. Sitting on a small wooden dock with crossed legs sat a figure with a beaming smile as its eyes mirrored the peaceful calmness of the water. Running a hand across the old timber holding the pier together, Echo lets out a happy sigh.

“Isn't this just wonderful? Our very own day out on the lake!” They cry out with a toothy grin, turning xir head towards a boat farther down on the dock. Rising up out of the vessel a head pops out, looking around before landing its eyes on the multi colored character on the dock.

Pulling himself up with a grunt, a man appears dressed in a pink Hawaii shirt dotted with little yellow palm trees. “It's just a loop around the loch, don't know what you are on about.” He says with a chuckle, a deep Scottish accent spilling from his chapped lips. “But whatever makes ya happy, I suppose!”

Nodding their head, Echo stands to its feet as well as xir yellow hair blows in the gentle wind. “It does, it does!” Xe replies loudly with a giggle, walking towards the boat, taking a whiff of the breeze to smell the strong scent of fresh air. “What about you! Are you excited?” Echo asks, a hip and a hop in the step as they frolic till right next to the boat.

“I suppose y-” The man starts to say before a large crack sounds, a large crack slicing through the atmosphere. Shards start to fall all around as the ripples in the water turn to waves, the two sides of the sky start to separate revealing a dark inner center. With widening eyes, Echo turns there eyes away from the shattering sight reaching a hand towards the man with a large smile out of place on xir face.

“You need to get out of here!” The man yells, eyebrows knotted in fear and wide dark brown eyes shaking as he grasps for the ledge avoiding Echo's hand. Suddenly out of the sky a sharp slice of the now crumbling reality lands on his leg, causing him to fade into a dark purple glitter along with the boat surrounding him leaving a pile of multi-colored particles to float in the liquid below the dock.

With a heart beating, Echo turns around. “Put on a happy face, keep smiling.” Xe whispers to themself as the rainbow sneakers on its feet start to back off the dock. With wandering eyes, Echo can see the now fully dark sky a deep purple and gold now swirling through it as the blue of the sky now takes it places underneath xir feet replacing the water in the small lake.

Echo closes it's eyes, flashing images appear in there vision of different things important to xe as a small tear forms under the eyelid. Suddenly as if spawned by fate, Echo's shoe contacts with an uneven board as xe loses balance and falls off the dock the sky now below them as time seems to slow. Dashing there eyes open, the sound of chaos seems to be replaced with pure silence not even the sound of the now fading dock can be heard.

“Keep smiling-” Echo says, the words echoing as if stuck in a large acoustic room alone. Xe darts his eyes around, the now black sky spirals with different colors from blue to green mixing in the sparkly vast space. Turning there head around, the land seems to suck away from xem, leaving the world to be turned into a sphere the top and bottom only separated by a thin black line.

Time starts to continue normally again as Echo begins to fully freefall into the abyss of the sky below them, closing there eyes and smiling.

(word count 649 (full total so far 1,167))

Part 4: –

The sound of squealing tires shred through the air as a large vehicle slams on its breaks, the rubber burning hot against the asphalt leaving a dark trail behind it. Standing in the middle of the road a figure stood, colorful clothing flapping in the wind. Coming to a firm stop, the bulky looking vehicle misshaped with metal and gears halts inches away from the person in the road, steam pouring from the pipes.

“What do you think you are doing?!” A man cries out, opening the side door of the machine. Turning xis head around, the character in the road faces the voice, a smile on their face as they shake softly from the cold chill blowing through the air. “Are you not going to say anything?” The man yells, raising his arms in question, the bracelets lining up and down his arm slide down.

With a shaking mouth, the colorful character speaks with an unsure tone. “Hello, my name is Echo,” Xe says, turning fully around its hands clasped together in front of their chest as brown streaks of dirt and grass are caught in its golden hair. “I- dont know where i am.” Echo says, just loud enough for the man to hear.

A deep golden hue bounces off the man, as a cloud reveals the sun casting a bright sense on the world below. Sound seems to get sucked away for a moment as the man thinks this over, eyeing Echo up and down. “Get in.” He says, walking back into the vehicle as he runs a hand through his dark curly hair. Suddenly, a loud screech echoes throughout the dessert plains, growing louder as more seem to join. Blue eyes dart towards the sound and then to the strange figure in the road. “Echo, get in!” The man yells, reaching out a hand as the screams get louder.

Whipping its head towards the sounds, slightly blinded by the sun, the sight of running figures is seen in the blurry haze. Dashing closer, Echo grabs hold of the man's hand, where he pulls them in, its jean skirt getting caught in a sharp indent in the door causing it to shred near the bottom. Pushing them in, the strange man shoves the door closed just as a loud bang hits the vehicle, loud screams and cries can be heard coming from all around the outside of the motorized transport.

Taking a deep breath of air, and beads of sweat on his head, the man looks at Echo. “The name is Vin, and those were zombies,” he says, pointing towards the outside while looking from them to the door, his breath coming out in large gulps from the sudden face to face he just had. “How did you get all the way out here?” He asks Echo, walking up towards the front of the vehicle where he sits down and starts the gasoline engine that comes to life with a loud roar.

“I don't know,” Xe replies with a soft smile, confused at the world they had found themselves into. “I was on a lake, and then I was here.” They say, shrugging to themselves. Vin looks at her with sympathetic eyes and pushes a button that causes the pistons to start moving resulting in the car moving forward running over the group of zombies in front of them.

Vin nods to a person behind Echo, as a woman emerges from the sides of the vehicle holding a needle and thread. “Well its not uncommon for interdimensional travel. We've had our fair share of that.” He reply's with a smirk on his face, raising a hand to rub his chin. “But we'll take you to a safe city and they'll figure out what to do with you. For now Quill will fix the rip in your skirt.” Vin finishes, the woman kneels down by the figure reaching down and threading with precision through the fabric of Echo's skirt.

“How can I get home?” It asks, moving there leg causing the needle to accidentally jab into xis skin resulting in Echo sucking in air from the sudden sting. Vin sighs, grabbing a large book and tossing it in Echo's direction. “Read this. It's the history of this world. Believe what you want.” He replies with a furrowed brow, as Echo's stomach somersaults at the sudden frown that he was showing.

“Thank you for everything.” Echo says with a beaming smile, its blue eyes genuinely shimmering from gratitude. Quill stands up, finished with her work and walks over to the passenger seat in the front. “We'll see.” Vin replies, causing a confused eyebrow raise come from the colorful character. Glancing to the side, Echo could see glowing technology lining the walls as well as weapons and multitudes of spare parts. What was this strange duo, and what weren't they telling them.

(Word count 812 (full total 1,972 words)

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Milkysplash

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✧┊ Character Swap - Weekly 1
2145/1400 words ┊ 2000 points

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✧┊Part 1 - Character Sheet
536/200 words

Basic Info
Name: Eki Iri Iktal
Preferred Name: Eki
Age: 18 standard years, 18 Xanthelysian years
Gender: Female
Species: Xanthelysian
Occupation: Fleet Academy Cadet

Appearance
Eki’s species is inspired by the Xaheans from Star Trek, so go look up pictures if you don’t have a clear idea of what I’m talking about here ahaha- admittedly they are not a very populous species in terms of appearances in the show but anyways they stuck in my head. I will try to upload a drawing at some point ahaha-

Eki is a humanoid alien with somewhat tanned skin and bright blue eyes. She has long black hair that reaches her chest, and she likes to have it done up in small braids. Eki also has markings that look like lines of dull glittery dark blue paint across her entire body. Her clothing is whatever was in her wardrobe, if she’s not being forced into wearing a uniform for whatever reason. Her wardrobe normally consists of various tops and trousers, and she will typically forgo wearing socks because she finds them somewhat uncomfortable. Eki also loved tote bags. You will probably see her with some kind of tote bag or another, or things shoved in pockets because she needs things easily accessible at all times.

Also, not the best skylar art, but I drew her!

Personality
Eki has a bright and bubbly personality - if you give her something, she will probably get really excited about it and ask you a million questions. She loves exploring new and exciting places and feels drawn by the allure of adventure. Eki is ever the optimist, and believes in the best in everyone - which was probably the fault of her being raised on a Federation space station. Eki is very much an extrovert, and isn’t afraid to ask questions. She’s very much the extrovert who adopted the introvert friends in her small friend group of herself, Asteria, and Mir’ana.

Despite her seemingly extroverted and outgoing personality, Eki does find that she struggles to open up about the things she’s currently going through, and also feels the pressures of the expectations of others very strongly. She also loves helping others, so in all, she’s a bit of a people pleaser. Less so when she’s around her close friends, Asteria and Mir’ana, who she usually just banters with (especially with Mir’ana who has deadpan sarcasm) on a friendly basis.

Backstory
Eki was born on Xanthelysia to her parents who were both scientific researchers who’d been given research postings within the Federation’s Exploration Fleet. At a young age, her family moved from their home planet to a Federation space station, where her parents were posted. Her parents chose to raise Eki there, and from a young age, Eki was exposed to all sorts of different cultures and viewpoints of the people on the ship.

While aboard the space station, Eki met her two closest friends, Asteria Zheng (Human, Chinese descent) and Mir’ana Liirin (Felician, humanoid cat alien with calico fur and green eyes). The three of them all wanted to go to the Fleet Academy together, and to eventually join the Federation’s Star Fleet. Eki isn’t really sure what she wants to do, but she spent considerable time volunteering at the space station’s medical bay with Mir’ana and Asteria, since both of them wanted to be doctors, and Eki tagged along because why not. Eki enjoyed volunteering at the hospital, though she doesn’t quite have the touch for it.

Eki also really likes living on planets, Earth in particular. She loves bright colours, and she loves Earth since it’s really colourful compared to the blues and greens of Xanthelysia.

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✧┊Part 2 - Moodboard
340/100 words

Stars: Eki’s life and values have been influenced by her upbringing on a space station. She’s lived there as long as she could remember, before moving to Earth to attend the Fleet Academy. She loves staring up at the stars, and she finds it fascinating how they’re different depending on where you are in the universe.

Space Station (aka. I stole a photo of the USS Federation from the Star Trek Wiki-): This represents the place where Eki grew up, on a space station.

Cityscapes: Eki’s always been someone who thrives in cities, and has always enjoyed the bustling and busy-ness of the space station. It also represents the fact she’s an extrovert and that she enjoys being where it’s busy.

Glowworms: These represent the vibe of Eki’s home planet, which has a lot of glowing stuff and as far as I’ve worked out, it’s very blue. They also reflect the blue markings on her body.

Sunrise: Eki’s an optimist, and she always believes in the best in people. She’s bought heavily into the values and the ideals of the Federation, that diplomacy and cooperation are the path to peace. She might have a bit too much faith in sentient life in the galaxy (or in other terms, faith in humanity), but hey.

Autumn mountains (aka that’s the Glennfinnan Viaduct and it is very cool): Eki is also surprisingly in touch with nature for someone who likes city living and cultural diversity. She also loves colourful things and places, mostly because on Xanthelysia, colours other than blue, green, and brown earth tones are uncommon.

Shooting Stars (aka Kimi no Na wa): These represent her desire to explore space and also her bright personality. The sky also represents her favourite times of day, sunset/sunrise, and it’s also very colourful which is something she likes.

Quote: I took this from the Star Trek opening narration, and it describes her innate curiosity and her desire to explore the world. Also, she does live in a world heavily inspired by Star Trek, so.

I was also going to find a photo to represent how she dresses but I could not find any decent photos!

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✧┊Part 3 - Character Swap
Swap with Hope ┊ 577/500 words

There was a… black cat. Sitting on her usual bench at the train station. And it was looking up at Valerie like it wanted something from her. Or rather, it wanted Valerie to not sit at the bench it was currently occupying.

“That’s my bench.” Valerie said, knowing full well that the cat probably wasn’t going to move because cats didn’t speak English. She stared at the black cat like staring at it would get it to move, but cats had a mind of their own, and Valerie knew that.

The cat didn’t move. Instead, it just stared up at Valerie, unblinking. Its amber eyes gleamed against its black fur, as if the cat was saying “My bench. No touching.”

Valerie ignored it. They had half an hour before her train got here, and they were going to spend that half hour sitting on the bench. With or without the cat. They were not going to stand up on the platform for half an hour and board a probably incredibly crowded train where she would have to stand for another half hour or longer, depending on the service. Nope. They were going to sit on the bench.

Without any further consideration, Valerie sat on the bench, and placed her belongings on the floor beside her, making sure to keep a careful eye on it as she contemplated her day. The train station was rather empty, which was a nice feeling. Just as she began her contemplation, she felt a brush of fur against her hand. They glanced down, to see the cat moving towards them, almost snuggling against their body.

Did it… like them?

“Hey. You have your side of the bench. I have my side of the bench.” Valerie explained, trying to get the cat to go back to doing whatever it was doing before.

The cat didn’t listen to Valerie’s attempt to set boundaries - of course it wouldn’t, it was a cat for goodness sake. Instead, it chose to come closer and began to climb over Valerie’s jumper, trying to sit in her lap.

Yep.

This cat liked her.

That was… a thought. She’d only just met this cat, and yet it was going to her for comfort. Out of all the passengers that went through the station. It chose Valerie.

“Okay, you can sit on my lap.” Valerie said, giving in. They didn’t mind animals, but having a random cat just decide that they were going to be its new source of comfort and petting? Yeah, that was a bit weird. “I have to catch a train soon, so it’s just for today.”

The cat seemed to be satisfied, and curled itself into Valerie’s lap. Tentatively, she stroked the cat, and gave in to contemplating her day. They didn’t move much for the next half an hour - announcements came and went, trains came in and left, but Valerie and the cat stayed rooted to the bench.

That was until Valerie’s train came.

“Alright, off you get.” They said, gently lifting the cat off and onto the bench as their train pulled into the platform.

The cat tried to reach for Valerie again as she boarded the train. Just as the doors were about to shut, she caught the sight of the black cat leaping over the gap between the train and the platform, and jumping into the carriage with her.

She had… a cat now?

Maybe the cat distribution system really was a thing.

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✧┊Part 4 - Characters Meeting
692/600 words

“The tachyon readings are off the charts,” Artemis exclaimed. “This machine’s not even supposed to produce tachyons, I was doing it under the advice of- oh, oh stars,”

“That doesn’t seem like it should be happening,” Eki said. “But maybe it’ll take us somewhere new and exciting?”

“No, no, no, Eki, the timeline - it’s all going to fall apart. We can’t go through, we have to shut it off!” Artemis exclaimed. Behind them, a bright white light slowly got brighter and brighter.

“Maybe we should leave,” Eki heard Erin tentatively say, heading for the door, but it was too late. Eki felt a bright light engulf her before she found herself standing on solid ground.

She was standing on solid ground and not in Artemis’s lab.

She was standing on some kind of hard concrete ground. There was a shelter above them, and an old archaic display showing something. The concrete seemed to end abruptly in either direction, dropping off into a set of ladder-like tracks below. Where were they?

“Oh, oh no.” Artemis muttered. “We aren’t supposed to be here. We’ve… time travelled.”

“What?” Eki asked, before she realised. The tachyon readings. Of course.

“Great. Now we just need time travel back or be rescued.” Artemis muttered. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“But there’s so many things we can explore,” Eki replied as she noticed a black shadow on the ground. “Hey, look, is that an Earthen cat?” The black creature seemed to walk up to them, regarding Eki with suspicion and Artemis with… less suspicion. It looked a lot like Mir’ana, who was just about her only reference for earthen cats.

“Yes,” Artemis replied. “Now, Eki, don’t go running off-”

Artemis was cut off by the sound of someone running towards the cat.

“Now look where you’ve gone!” A voice said as they approached the cat.

“Eki, hide!” Artemis hissed, but it was too late. The person who presumably owned the cat had seen them. Oh well.

“Hello?” Eki asked curiously. “Is this… cat yours?”

“Yes,” the person replied. She bent down and grabbed the cat, wrapping it up in their jumper. “Come on.”

“What’s your name?” Eki asked.

“No, no, no, Eki, don’t- we don’t interact,” Artemis hissed from beside her, but Eki didn’t listen. She’d already been seen, so screw whatever Artemis was about to say about temporal mechanics and what not.

Okay, she admitted Artemis had a point. She was an alien, and she could probably just about pass for human if not for the glittering blue markings all over her body. Yeah, that would be an issue considering they’d probably time travelled to a period in Earth’s history before first contact with other sentients in the galaxy occurred.

The human looked at Eki with a weird frown on her face. “Who are you?”

Eki smiled. “I’m Eki, and uh, my friend and I… we kind of time travelled here,” she quickly explained.

“Time travel?” The person replied incredulously. Eki nodded.

“Yeah, something went wrong and we ended up here. Oh, I’ve always been fascinated by the modern history of Earth, this- everything is so cool!” Eki exclaimed. “You also have a very cute cat!” Cuter than Mir’ana, she thought to herself. “What’s its name?” Eki added in a burst of enthusiasm.

“Um. Thank you,” the person said, trying to back away. “I really should leave.” They turned their head around to see an arriving train - woah, these trains were archaic, with their weird noses at the front of the carriage. It kind of looked like a face.

“Wait, don’t go!” Eki called after them, but it was too late. The person - whoever she was - had completely ignored Eki’s call, jumping on to the old train as soon as the beeping stopped and the doors slid open.

Desperately wanting to follow her, Eki ran down to the door where the person with the cat had boarded earlier, but it was too late. The doors slid shut with another loud beeping, before the train began to move along the platform.

She was gone, and the real!!! the very real Earthen cat Eki wanted to pet with the person.

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Milkysplash

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✧┊ March 4th - Word War 1
Ava (icebunny11) ┊ 225 words ┊ lost
Prompt: “How long have you been watching me?”

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“How long have you been watching me?”

Emrys watched as she saw Alayna had finally, finally, noticed that she was lurking in the doorway, a report reading to hand over, neatly printed and filed away in a brown folder.

“A while,” Emrys replied. “I wouldn’t be a very good spy if people noticed me watching them all the time, would I?”

Alayna let out a chuckle. “Mmmhm. Says the one who jumps off of tall buildings on every mission and somehow lands fine.”

“I have the report you asked for,” Emrys replied, changing the topic. She held out the report file she had on her as Alayna got up from her desk and walked over to take it in. “Filed away and stored exactly how you like it. No weird filing systems today, Deputy Director,”

Alayna smiled. “I prefer the title of Agent,” she replied, playfully correcting Emrys.

“I know,” Emrys replied. “You’re a deputy director who doesn’t want to accept they’re a deputy director.”

“What?” Alayna raised an eyebrow. “Recon missions are fun. And I hope you didn’t just destroy a city block in your last one.”

“There was no destruction.” Emrys replied. “I’m pretty sure there was no destruction. I mean, he realised I was tailing him and we got into a fight, but other than that.”

“Ah, minor damage to property?” Alayna

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icebunny11

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◪ Weekly Noͦ 1
Points earned:2000
Total Word Count: 1524
Cabin: Cyberpunk

Wordcount: 203/200
Topic: Character Sheet

The Mango Maniac
Age: Unknown, appears to be late teenager-early twenties
Occupation: A mango thief who lives and thrives for mangoes. It is his entire life's purpose.
Hair color: Blonde, like the color of mangoes
Eye color: Green, like the leaves of a mango tree
Background: The Mango maniac doesn't have a real name because he lowkey doesn't remember it at all. He was left under a mango tree that, for some reason, was mistaken for an adoption center. His first memory was gazing up at a juicy mango before it was stolen from his grasp by a hippo and a monkey (Read Daily 3 For more context!!)
After feeling wronged to his core, his new life mission was to steal mangoes from every store or person he could see. When children go out to buy mangoes, they are told by their parents to beware of the Mango Maniac. When stores stock up on Mangoes, they must have two rows of bodyguards.
Personality: He's lowkey kind of insane. If he sees a mango, he will go on a rampage until he gets his hands on it. You also best believe that he eats every. single. one.

Wordcount: 130/100
Topic: Character Moodboard

Alright, I'm not sure I really have to explain this because 6 out of 8 images are mangoes </3. BUT to elaborate, The Mango Thief's eyes weren't always this shade. They actually started out as a normal amber, but from the abnormal amount of mangos he consumed, they started to slowly morph into green and yellow. His skin used to also be quite fair, but the mango genetics have seeped into his veins, and it now has a yellowish-copper tint to it. His face is slashed out because nobody truly knows how The Mango Thief looks. Sure, they know his hair and his eyes, but they've never been able to piece all of his features together on one face. It still remains a mystery what the mango-eating entity looks like.

Wordcount: 528/500
Topic: Character Swap

Before I start, I would really like to say that if I mess up the pronouns, PLEASE don't be mad at me, I'm not really used to a character with these pronouns, and I might instinctively use He or She by accident. It doesn't mean that I'm doing it on purpose, though!

The character that I'm going to be writing about is Echo, made by ariikaii, which is over here. It is agender and is described by bright colors. It has blonde hair with rainbow streaks or highlights, paired with blue eyes. Their pigtails also show that they have a carefree and fun personality, like they don't care about what others think. Because of that, I think xe would be the kind of person to cheer you on no matter what you do, and xe would always be there for you even if you're at your lowest.

Xe has simple clothes with also an eerie sort of style, which portrays that you lowkey never see what xe's going do next. Xe has a kid core type of style, but also isn't afraid to show off their own unique style at the same time. Xe wears simple childish clothes and accessories like many, many colorful hairclips, rainbow sneakers, and long pastel socks, yet xer shirt also says: “He is watching.” To me, this personally shows that xer style is a lot like horror-dream core, like the type you would find in the backrooms.

Echo's song choice also continues to prove my earlier statement. There are a lot of dream core- happy core songs in the list. Echo seems really go with the flow, happy-go-lucky. Whenever you find something you're not sure of, or you're not confident of, Echo will tell it to you straight, but xe will also hype you up no matter what. Even if it's the worst idea you've ever had, xe will go along with it just for the sake of it or for the fun of it. To xer, you only have one life, so why waste it making pointless decisions over something that won't matter in a few decades?

Xer goal is also: “Make everyone happy forever.” Xe has a simple-minded goal, and that is to spread joy and kindness around her everywhere. Xe would probably be the type of person to use the quote “Make hay while the sun shines” the most, and if there was ever a moment when you could smile, xe would make you. Xe's friends with the void and the workers, and especially the children. In xer universe, why would you ever discriminate against anybody when everybody could be friends with everybody? The void may not be the same as others', but it still deserves kindness, too. Everybody should follow the void, and Echo thinks that the workers and the children understand that the best.

In short, Echo is the type of friend who is literally your ride or die. Do you need something immediately? Call Echo up. Do you need to rant? Call echo up? Do you need somebody to cover for you immediately? Call Echo up.

Echo is the very cool friend who sometimes creeps you out.

Wordcount: 663/600
Topic: Character Meeting

The Mango Thief did not expect to spot a 15-year-old girl carrying four sacks of mangoes across the road into a spaceship.
Now, The Mango Maniac didn't really mind going to an alternate universe. Tagging along wasn't that bad. He could probably take a Galaxy Space X Supreme Uber back to Earth or something after he got those mangoes. A whole four mango sacks with at least a hundred mangoes in each one. He pulled up his black mask further and hung onto the bottom of Echo's spaceship wherever xe was going, preparing for the interdimensional wormhole they would have to go through.

After the wormhole and a sickening journey, The Mango Maniac landed swiftly on his feet and turned around to watch Echo step out of her spaceship, the four mango sacks floating behind her. His mouth watered at the sight, and he quietly followed xer. This universe had some sort of black void that filled the outer corners. It was almost like a Roblox World. The Mango Maniac's eyes glazed over as he remembered the memories of watching kids through windows playing Roblox before stealing their mangoes from them. Ah, the good old days. (This was three days ago.)

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Echo threw a whole bag of mangoes into the void. He stopped himself from letting out an earth-screeching, soul-splitting, heart-breaking scream at the sight. So many mangoes gone to some black hole? How could Echo do such a thing without remorse? A literal tear of pain slipped down his cheek as he thought about the hundred mangoes that he could have eaten for at least an extra meal or so. The mango juice, the mango candy, the absolute glory. Echo sat down and started to talk to the void like a genuine schizophrenic person, and The Mango Thief did his best to formulate a plan to save the rest of the three mango sacks before they were thrown into the void again.

He got one mango sack by taking his special sticky mango grappling hook and attaching it to the sack. While Echo was busy talking to the void, he dragged the sack carefully back, pulling out his phone to book a Galaxy Space X Supreme Uber and entered his “To Reach” location as Earth. The nearest one was a full two light-years away. He sighed, shaking his head. Ubers these days.

The second mango sack was easier to get because Echo was distracted by a bunch of children falling into the void. She was trying to barter with the void to get them out, and The Mango Maniac grabbed the second sack. The Uber was now one light-year away, and the third sack was still left. The Mango Maniac racked his brain to figure out a way to get the mangoes. Echo was pulling out children one by one out of the void, who genuinely looked like they had one brain cell collectively. Why were they all the size of a mango, too? Everybody on this planet looked so tiny. The Mango Maniac might have accidentally misplaced one of them as mangoes themself.

At the sight of Echo helping the children out of the void, The Mango Maniac felt an unfamiliar feeling- the feeling of not being hungry anymore. He looked down at his sacks of mangoes and realised that he could leave the third sack for her. Wow, would you look at that, even he could learn compassion.

His Galaxy Space X Supreme Uber came just in time. He placed the mango sacks in the trunk and told the driver to take the nearest wormhole possible before he could be caught.

“…Echo, didn't you bring back three sacks for us?” One of the children blinked a singular eyelid, the first thought he'd had in a good time, actually </3

Echo looked back and gasped at the singular sack left. “Aw man, now I've got to take the space bus back to Earth!”

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icebunny11

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◪ Word War 1
Wordcount: 361
Person warred: MilkySplash
Win/Loss: Win
Prompt used: How long have you been watching me?
Time: 5 minutes
Cabin: Cyberpunk

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How long have you been watching me? That should have been the question that Christy asked the odd-looking man who kept on following her on the street. Honestly, it was so bad that even the other people noticed, keeping a distance from them. One or two people tried to tap her shoulder and talk to her, telling her somebody was following her, but she kept her headphones on and pretended that she hadn't heard them.

Also, there was a guilty part of her that liked the attention.

She never got any at home, really. Not at college either, not even when she dressed up her best to go to parties. No, she was always in the background, waiting for someone to notice her. This person was! It's just their way of noticing was very conventional. But Christy was fine with that, too- that was okay. It was okay if he didn't want to come talk to her face-to-face. He must be shy, that's all. Christy knew all too well how it felt to be shy. In fact, the attention she got from him kept her smiling every day. She tried to go outside of her house more often just because she knew he'd be standing next to her apartment, waiting for her. Always waiting on time, too. He must be such a gentleman.

Christy was also pretty sure the man didn't actually know she knew he was there, but that was okay, too. She was sure that he already knew so many parts of her anyway, considering the messages and notes she would receive in her desk, or the messages she would receive on her laptop late at night when she was studying. The most recent one was her favourite : You're so pretty, I can't stop watching you. Talk about a romantic! Christy couldn't help but smiling.

Once again, a brave soul tried to come close to her and tell her that she was being followed. Irritation already crawled up her neck. Why couldn't people mind their own business? Couldn't they see they were a couple on a date? There was just a little social distancing, that was all.

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sweetcakefamily

War with starunicorn_5
Prompt: “How long have you been watching me”

“Where have you been?”
Nick gasped, whirling around and biting his tongue to keep from screaming.
“Izzy!”
He closed the door softly and hurried towards her, irritation bristling at the smug smile on her little face. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm asking you the same thing, Nick,” Izzy raised her eyebrow, arms folded. “Where have you been?”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “Is that snow??”
“Shh,” Nick glanced nervously up the stairway, holding a finger to his sister's lips. He stamped his foot and found the trails of icy white powder.
“That's snow, isn't it?” Izzy whispered, kneeling to touch it. “How do you have snow on your boots?”
“Izzy, you should be sleeping-”
“Uh uh, I need answers,” she stood again, folding her arms. “You're always out late.”
Nick blinked. “How…How long have you been watching me?”
Izzy glanced away sheepishly, and Nick tilted his head with a frown. “Izzy, how long have you been watching me?”
“Wellll, 3 nights ago I saw you leave the house, and I've been- I guess I've been playing detective ever since.”
Nick grimaced, tugging off his gloves to avoid looking Izzy in the eye. “I've just been hanging out with some friends.”
“Nick, it's the middle of summer. Where would you be hanging out that has snow?” Izzy rolled her eyes. “I'm not dumb.”
“Of course you're not!” Nick hesitated, glancing up the stairs again. “Does dad know?”
“I'm not a snitch either.”
“Ok, ok-” Nick sighed and rubbed his eyes.

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Dawn_Camps

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March 3-9

Total Word Count: 1,993

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section word count: 316

Name: James Blackthorn
Age: 28
Time Period: Late 1600s
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance: Tall, slender, dark hair cut short, tan skin, mischievous brown eyes, usually wearing a tricorn hat, tall leather boots, loose peasant blouse, long red coat in the colder months or rainy weather, has an eyepatch even though he can see perfectly fine. (He thinks it makes him look scarier)
Personality: Very mischievous, carefree, likes to live life to the fullest, not much care for anyone else, occasionally acts like a teenager despite being nearly thirty.
Strengths: Quick, nimble, rather cunning despite appearances, charming when he wants to be, a great liar (could be a strength or weakness depending on how you look at it), insanely patient
Weaknesses: Stubborn, refuses to listen to others, physically weak, terrified of letting people get close, doesn't care about the effects of his actions
Relationships: Cass, his first mate and like a little sister to him, she's around ~17 but seems much older, literally the only person James cares about. The rest of his crew, they're more acquaintances than friends, they respect him but are aware that he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice them for himself or Cass.
History: Mother died at birth, leaving his father to care for him. His father was a fisherman and raised James until he was 11, when he went out to sea alone and never returned. James then lived on the streets, taking odd jobs wherever he could. At 15 he was fed up with living the way he was and decided to take off. He snuck onto a ship to get away, which unfortunately for him was raided by pirates. (so unfortunate right?) The pirates found him stowed away and luckily for him took pity on the scrawny boy. They took him in and taught him the ways of piracy. By 19 he went off on his own to make his own legacy.

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section word count: 307

images from pin and unsplash

I'll go through each of the images briefly, starting with the top left one. This is going to be really informal because I'm sick and don't have the energy to write properly lol
The first image shows a photo of James' eyes without an eyepatch. This is significant mainly because he uses his eyepatch to hide his true feelings, it gives him a sense of safety. Without it, he's vulnerable, the only person who's ever seen him without it is Cass. moving on to the image of the ship to the right. I picture him throwing victory parties on his ship after a long day and the picture just gives off those vibes. The two smaller photos to the left are next. The first shows a mess of ropes. As James started a life of piracy as a young teenager, I picture him being tasked with the smaller, less violent duties at first. Things like mopping and tidying ropes and things like that. The second photo in that section shows a man sitting with his leg propped up. I imagine that James wouldn't care at all about things like posture or etiquette even in the most formal of negotiations. and would sit however he thinks comfortable. Onto the bottom half of the images now. The large one of the left shows a weather-worn rail. James has known piracy for almost half his life at this point and it shows, the life of a pirate has been ingrained into him through the years. The first of the two smaller images shows a person hanging off a rope. James is very agile and I picture him spending much of his time climbing and swinging around the ship annoying his crew. The second small image is related to direction. James is much smarter than he lets on and I picture him as a clever navigator. The final image shows a man standing at the bow of the ship. James would never miss a chance to flaunt and make it known he's the captain.

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section word count: 517
character by mouse

Sylvie leaned against the wall, casually surveying the room as she sipped her drink. Her amethyst eyes glittered beneath her hood and she gripped her glass tighter, chewing on her cheek. It was getting late, her contact should have been here half an hour ago. Scanning the crowded club one last time, she downed the remainder of her drink and pushed herself off the wall. She pulled her mask up as she walked to the back of the club to return her now-empty glass, dodging people as she went. In any other city, a masked figure might have looked suspicious, but not here. It was almost more suspicious if you didn't have a mask or even a hood. Mystery and lies. Those were the two defining factors of the city where Sylvie lived. That would terrify some—okay most—but Sylvie had never known anything different. And over time she'd come to embrace the secrecy and deception.
She exited the club, the cool air hitting her face all at once. It was refreshing after the dark humid club. She turned to head down the street to the right, hopping nimbly over the leg of a man sitting against one of the buildings. Sylvie didn't even spare him a glance. As long as people left her alone, she did the same. There was no point in getting involved with other people unless necessary. And it was *rarely* necessary.
She glanced behind her to check she wasn't being followed. Dusk was prime time for thieves and people with even less noble intentions. Once sure she was alone she turned down an alley and hopped up on a dumpster, pulling herself up onto the rickety old fire escape. There was a door of course, but that also meant she'd have to go up the stairs and lately there'd been a few people… *hanging* around in the stairwell. She really didn't want to have to deal with them right now.
Reaching her small, dingy window, she pulled out a knife and inserted it between the frames. She flipped the simple lock open and climbed inside, the window falling shut with a clatter behind her. She flipped the lock shut—stupid she knew, that lock wouldn't stop anybody, but it still brought a small sense of comfort—and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She fumbled to her left until she found the pack of matches right where she left them. She pulled one out and struck it against the box, casting a faint glow. She held it up above her head, the light revealing a small lantern hanging from the ceiling. She used the match to light the lantern and then pinched the match to extinguish it, barely flinching at the heat. The lantern flickered and cast deep shadows as she took it off its hook and moved farther into the sparsely furnished room.
She had just reached the door on the other side when she heard a floorboard creak behind her. She spun around, just in time to see the lantern light fall on a cloaked figure.
“Hello.”

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“Remind me again why you suddenly get the urge to sail *north*?” Cass crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow at James. “Especially at this time of year.”
James jumped down from the ropes, landing with a soft thud on the deck next to Cass. He shrugged, turning to walk away.
Cass grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back. James frowned but didn't pull away like he would have with anyone else. Cass didn't say anything, just looked up at him with that deadpan look she'd mastered over the years. She knew James didn't like silence and would crack soon enough.
James narrowed his uncovered eye and sighed. “Fine…”
Cass's deadpan expression cracked into a smile and she released his sleeve. James gestured toward his cabin at the back of the ship and started toward it with Cass following close behind.
James closed the door behind them and crossed the room to his desk in a few strides. He placed his hat on the desk and pulled a key from around his neck, using it to unlock a drawer. Pulling out a document, he tossed it to Cass, who caught it with ease. She scanned the doc, eyes flying across the page. Her face revealed nothing as she read—not that it ever did.
“Huh.”
“Huh?” James fell into his chair, propping his feet up on his desk. “That's all you have to say?” He pulled his eyepatch off, blinking as his eyes adjusted.
“Huh.” Cass confirmed, handing the document back to him. “I didn't take you to be one so easily swayed by money.”
James sneered. “I'm a *pirate,* Cass. Money is all I care about.”
“Sure, but not money *given* to you.” Cass matched his tone. “There's a difference.”
James rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I suppose,” he acquiesced.
“So why change now?”
“Did you see the sum?”
“Yes.” Cass folded her arms across her chest. “But I don't see how that changes things.”
James smirked. “Oh, Cass. The money is just a bonus. Anyone offering a sum that high is bound to have some great adventure planned.” He swung his feet off the desk and stood. “Who knows? Maybe this will be my last adventure.”
Cass's frowned deepened. “Don't joke like that.”
James pulled his eyepatch back on and grabbed his hat, sweeping the document back into the drawer and pushed it shut with his foot. “Who's joking?”

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They arrived at the port a few days later. The large—clearly expensive—ship looked out of place with all the dinky sailing ships. James leaned against the railing at the front of the ship, surveying the small fishing village.
“Doesn't look like much.” Cass came up behind him and leaned on the rail next to him.
“No,” James agreed, not taking his eye off the ramshackle houses. “But appearances can be deceiving.”

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Sylvie ran her finger along the blade of her knife absentmindedly. It seemed like all she did nowadays was wait.
Finally the door opened, and the man who had broken into her apartment a week prior—who Sylvie had since learned was named Hector—stepped inside, followed by two people she had never met. Their clothing was peculiar, and when the taller of the two spoke, it was with an accent she was unfamiliar with.
“She's but a teenager.”
Sylvie raised an eyebrow, appraising the two. “Your companion there seems to be as well.”
The tall man's face split into a wide grin. “Good observation.”
Hector cleared his throat. “Um, yes. Sylvie, this is James Bl—”
“Captain.”
“Oh yes, sorry.” Sylvie could hear the eye roll in Hector's tone. “*Captain* James Blackthorn, and his first mate, Cass…”
“Just Cass is fine.” The shorter person spoke up.
“Very well. Captain James, Cass, this is Sylvie. She is the one who will be sailing with you.”
James tipped his head to the side, examining her. “Very well. Let's head out then.”
Sylvie raised her eyebrows, grimacing beneath her mask. Luckily Hector spoke up before she could say anything. “We haven't even discussed the plan yet!”
James turned and was heading out the door already. “Meh, who needs plans?” He waved a hand dismissively backwards.
Cass glanced back at Sylvie. “You coming?”
Sylvie hesitated. She was supposed to go with these people?? She just met them. They didn't seem like a threat—just a little… off. But was she really going to board a boat with strangers and head off to who knows where? She sighed and glared at Hector. “You better pay me double. If I die, I'll have your head.”
James and Cass were waiting for her out in the street. “Let's get going. I'd like to stop at a tavern before we head out.”
Sylvie narrowed her eyes at James. “You were in such a hurry to leave and now you want to stop and drink?”
James smirked, his uncovered eye twinkling. “There's always enough time for a drink.”
Cass nudged her with her elbow. “Just go with it.”
“You'll get used to it.” The streetlights flickered on, signaling the return of night. “That's our cue to hurry up.”

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Peachy_Rain

Fantasy Sugar Rush - March 2026
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Jiyeon (dolphin_branding) ┊ 357 words ┊ won

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It turns out that even spies procrastinate.

Alayna was sitting at her desk, staring at the somewhat large literal and metaphorical pile that was her paperwork to deal with tonight. Why Eirene ever made her the deputy director of ERIS, she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out. All she knew was that she was a) doing a perfectly good and normal job as an analyst slash sometimes a field agent and b) did not want to deal with any of this paperwork. Alas. Promotions in her line of work always came with more paperwork of some kind, and there was no working around it. It could be anything from mission reports to requisition forms. As to why a spy organisation would have internal requisitioning forms, Alayna didn’t really care to find out. She just wanted this paperwork headache done and out of the way.

Sighing, she opened up one of the thousands of unread reports submitted to her and began reading through it. It wasn’t anything interesting, and it was written by one of their agents who was known for having a partciualrly dry writing style. She was going to need a third cup of caffeine of some sort, wasn’t she?

Thankfully, the report was quite short and Alayna could mark one of the things off her list as done. It had wrapped up some loose ends, she admitted.

Alayna contined going through her paperwork nightmare when she saw a notification appear on her screen. Frowning, she opened it to see a message from Eirene. Looks like she was needed urgently in a meeting with the director. Hey, it wouldn’t be fun, but she’d at least get out of this paperwork nightmare for a bit.

Alayna got up from her desk and locked her computer, before heading to the Director’s office. Upon being given the signal to enter, she saw Emrys and Aspen sitting in the room. Emrys had a wild expression on her face while Aspen looked like she just wanted to get this over and done with.

“You called for me?” Alayna asked, as she sat down in the office.

“Yes,” Eirene

opheliio

But it would have been months before you received my first letter, which would be no good for the timeline, nor would you have any clue who I was! So I kept myself from the temptation and walked through the next doorway.

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Miscellaneous #1 › Prompted Word War with @evegau › 127 words › 25 points
Prompt: “I told you we needed more glitter.” › 3 minutes › lost

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“I told you we needed more glitter!” I said, looking around. The music had stopped suddenly, and everyone was looking around, disappointed.
“Where are the unicorns?” someone asked.
“I don’t know!” I replied. “Someone told me that the glitter would summon them!”
Well, I had a feeling that I couldn’t trust these people, but I tried anyway. Why? I’m not sure.
“What do we do?” Valerie asked.
“Well, I don’t know…”
“I wanted unicorn enchiladas!” someone interrupted me. This party was already chaotic without the unicorns. The people there were too silly.
“Let me think… Oh, I got it! We can use confetti to summon them” Valerie said.
“That’s a great idea!” I replied, as I glanced at the table. There was a lot of confetti there.

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-NightGlow-

Word War
prompt - “I told you we needed more glitter.”
word count - 259 words

The garage door opened and we hauled in all of the presents. Siki's birthday was coming up and we wanted to do something super special in order to surprise her. Typically, we're not really one to do this whole shebang with all the gifts and such (especially sicne she doesn' reallly like huge crowds). But since it's been forever since we've gotten to know each other, we believe that this is the right thing to do to show just how much she means to us.

As soon as we started setting up in the dining room, I felt a sense of awe flood through me - we were actually going to pull off something incredible and I couldn't even believe it. As we started working on table setting and following our pastel-shade spring theme, I couldn't help but notice that something felt off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but deep down I could tell something was missing. I looked around in a haze, unsure of what was to come next and suddenly it hit me.

I can't believe that we missed this! How could we have been so naive to think that we had it all in the bag. “I told you we needed more glitte," I shouted up to Mackenzie who was now setting up Siki's room. We need to make this grand and bold and of course we forgot the main component of our confetti canon. Glitter of all things! I quickly scurried up the stairs and opened up the back closet only to

AWritingCheerleader

Word War with @risinqmoon
Words: 352
Prompt: @TheBibliophile7 - “In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do…”

The only thing to do was sing. And sing we did. Sing for all that we had gained, and all that we had lost. Sing for the friends who were surrounding us now, translucent and wilting. Sing for the friends still in exile who we couldn’t save. Sing for the people in the cells around ours who we could never know and would never know, for their families and for our own.
It is a strange thing to do around others, but the ghosts would understand. They would interpret the inhuman wails coming from our mouths and know that we meant well. Know that there was no way we were ever getting out, escaping to where they were now. Death would be its own kind of release, but even that was too kind for us.
Our songs painted the cold stone walls, they spread colour and life but no warmth. Instead, shivers were knocked loose from the crannies between stones on the walls and raked their way down our spines. It was cold. So, so cold. I didn’t think we’d ever be warm again.
I got used to feeling this way. I got used to the tears and the screams and the pain and the hunger, clawing mercilessly through my stomach. I got used to the way nothing ever felt quite right, from the water we were fed to the ragged clothes still wrapped around my body. The way we weren’t treated as humans, the way I could never forget. I wish I could forget. I spent my time in this state of yearning for the past, for the future, for anything other than the present. I remembered the days of my youth, caked in sunshine and honey cakes and laughter. I surrounded myself with the ghosts of this past in hopes that they could bring me back, but they only looked on with their melancholy eyes from far, far away. I could never see them again, in honest, so I resorted to my visions. They kept me safe, they kept me from clawing the skin off my bones. It was small.

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risinqmoon

word war with AWritingCheerleader SUPER RUSHED AAA

“In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do…”

That’s exactly what I was told as a kid. Now, I am faced with this situation. Should I do it..? Would I really be a terrible friend? Would I sacrifice them? I felt like I had to do it. But I didn't want to. Something was holding me back.

Would I choose my own path? In my eyes, there was truly one only thing to do..
“It’s time.” I sputtered those words out.
“What do you mean? There’s like– ghosts here! We don't have time!” They exclaimed.
“You’ll see.” I held my breath as I got closer to the ghosts. Will I die? It was time to find out.

Music gradually got louder as I approached. Music?What..? I was faced with a huge door. I opened it. Behind the dust there was…

..A party?

Ghosts were hanging around, dancing, talking, eating. As soon as I opened the door, I could feel their gaze on me.

VioAquaCat

Word War Five: CYBERPUNK VS LYRIC

3 min - 139 words - “He got the feeling that maybe he shouldnt have bargained with the unicorn”

Josef bit his lip. Maybe he shouldn't have bargained with the unicorn. He stepped forward into the cavern, the pixie dust and fairy lights blinding him momentarily. IT was too late now, whatever he thought. At first, he had planned to make his deal with the unicorn because he knew that the unicorn would be able to fulfill his demands to the fullest. That's what he told himself, anyway.
The ground slopped down into a large room with high ceilings from which the lighting came. On the walls, Josef could see tapestries depicting ancient wars and victories that the unicorns had fought. Josef took an uneasy breath, preparing himself.
“OH ANCIENT UNICORN” He called, voice firm, echoing off the empty walls. “I HAVE COME TO STRIKE A DEAL.”
Silence, exept for the distant echoes of his shouts. He looked

LovegoodLady

WoRd WaRs!!! 234 words <3

He got the feeling that maybe he shouldn't have bargained with the unicorn.
The teahouse he was working at smelled of unicorn poop, and he was utterly disgusted and very tired. UGHH. Why must his shovel be so painful? WHY? WHY? Argh. He’s so frustrated. The yuck-ness of the sparkly goo made him want of puke rainbow sparkles to go with the poop. It was just… EW. EW EW and more EW. The teahouse itself was also covered in sparkles, which wasn’t his forte either. Why, world, must his wonder of a life be ruined by this? It was the end of his life anyways, and he wanted to spend it with family. Instead, he bargained away a favor to a unicorn in exchange for a single gold coin he needed to buy a sparkly cat statue. Now he was dying, so he couldn’t really use his statue for his ritual anyways, so it was all for nothing.
Suddenly, a sparkly horse with a menacing horn pranced in and barked, “Are you working?”
He muttered a yes and shoveled some more goo into a mug. The unicorn hooked the mug with his horn and carried it off to a customer.
He was utterly disgusted by how the unicorn served their customers, but he made a bargain. He had to work. Boo hiss. Why, world, must he have been so utterly terrible stupid? WHY? WHY?

ForestPanther

Name: Nathaniel Vex (Known as Vex, Captain, Captain Vex, ect- does not use first name.)
Age: Mid-twenties
Occupation: Pirate Captain
Residence: The seven seas yaharr (His ship the Bamboat)
Physical characteristics: Tall, broad-shouldered, strong. Tanned skin marred with innumerable scars. Long, straight brown hair. Strong face and jawline, dark eyebrows and lashes. Bright, piercing green eyes. Sports traditional pirate attire- white shirts, scarves as belts, worn trousers and boots. Does also own a comically large pirate hat
Strengths: Physically strong and very adept as a sailor and as a fighter. Commanding and authoritative, but not in a dictatorial fashion- rather, he is fully trusted by his crew and is therefore treated with respect. Great at quick thinking and spur-of-the-moment decisions. Able to function well under pressure. Very charismatic. Secretly a massive sweetheart, but nobody knows that
Weaknesses: Relaxing and being true self around others. Rather obsessive once set on something. Struggles massively with personal communication (although he is great at talking with crew and others on a surface level, he cannot truly communicate emotions or other like things)
Relationships: Best mate Jim (the quartermaster on the ship) who he's sailed with for years. Probably the most solid relationship he has. Great banter between the two, can rely on each other very solidly
Sailingmaster Liz: Known for years as well, although she has slowly worked her way up the crew. Sarcastic and humorous relationship. Again, would trust (and have trusted) each other with their lives

Last edited by ForestPanther (March 5, 2026 15:16:54)

VioAquaCat

Word War Six: CYBERPUNK VS ADVENTURE

5 min - 195 words - In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do…

"In the presence of ghosts, there is only one thing to do: grab the nearest candle and light it.” Our instructor said from the front of the classroom. I quickly wrote down the information in my notebook. “The candle provides heat, which we know from science contains energy. Ghosts are beings of pure negative enregy, so by lighting a candle, or starting a fire in some other way, we conduct energy into the nearby air. This creates a barrier where the ghost cannot crosss, because if they were to come close to teh heat, their negative energy would be canceled out and they would go into the void.”
I jot down the info, but soon find that my pen has run out of ink. I lean over to my friends, Joslyn. “Hey, josyln, do you have a pen I can borrow?” I whisper. Joslyn glances over at me. After a second. She rifles through her bag. “Ummm lets see. Ah1 Here” She pulles out a pen- green ink, ballpoint. I nod my thanks and return to taking notes. My hands have started to hurt, but I try to ignore that. Beasts 101 is my favorite class,

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