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- Alfalfa78
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
the dark lord
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With a smile, Dark stretched his arms over his head and arching his back. His fingers were starting to ache a little from typing so much. But, oh well, his Virabot wasn’t gonna code itself! He would have to be the one to do it, because he doubted Chosen knew how to code. Or was at the same skill level, anyhow.
He dropped his arms to his sides, tapping his foot absently as his eyes scanned over his code. He was nearly done with it. All of the base coding had been finished a few weeks ago, and most of the recent stuff had already been tested. Though, it’s not like you could tell, seeing as the testing didn’t leave any remains.
One touch from a Virabot’s spike and poof! All gone. Code reduced to nothing more than red 1s and 0s that ended up fading away in moments. He had done testing. Lots of testing. On old boxes and on cobwebs and on a cockroach that had dared to enter the house when Chosen was out.
Nothing was left.
Good, he thought, starting to type away again. The pleasant click-clack, click-clack of the keyboard filling the silence of the room. Nothing should be left, because that was the whole point of his invention. It was supposed to destroy things, ruin things.
Because that’s exactly what Noogai had done to them. His hands stilled for a moment before he continued. He and Chosen had thought that they had destroyed Noogai. Why wouldn’t they? They had completely destroyed his computer. If you asked Dark, he was pretty sure that they had blown the whole thing up.
The cursor was gone. Or it should’ve been, anyhow.
But no, it was still there. He had done a search, and lo and behold. Noogai was still around, though, he had renamed himself to Alan. Which was weird, but whatever. He probably did it to hide his identity or something.
Which was good. Means he was afraid of him and Chosen. He should be, after what they did. But changing his name didn’t mean that he changed. That was silly. Even if you changed Dark’s full name from The Dark Lord, that wouldn’t change who he was. His code would still be the same.
Why would a cursor be any different? A cursor was still a cursor, down to its very code. Which is exactly why Dark had made his Virabots the way they were. You couldn’t change a cursor. So if you couldn’t change a cursor, you might as well destroy it.
It was the only way that he and Chosen could live peacefully, after all. They had powers that no one else had, which meant they had no one else to fear. Other sticks were terrified of them for what they were. But that was okay, because it meant that they were safe.
Noogai was the only thing that could hurt them, anymore. He was the only thing that rivaled their powers and abilities.
Sure, with the two of them, they stood a chance. But Dark was pretty sure that had only happened because he and Chosen had taken Noogai by surprise. The cursor was stupid, and he didn’t think that his creations would end up teaming up together to defeat him. They had won, clearly. They were in the Outernet, now.
Dark just wasn’t sure if they would win without the surprise factor.
So he made his Virabots. An extra surprise for if Noogai ever found them.
(Chosen always told him that, no, Noogai wouldn’t be able to find them. Cursors couldn’t leave their PCs. They were fine.)
But he’d rather be safe, than sorry.
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- VioAquaCat
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Scratcher
76 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
March 30 Daily : Villain POV640 words - Varian from Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures
The clanking of the hammer echoes around the ark chambers of Varian’s underground workshop. It had originally been used to make the machines that could heat up water for his whole village in a matter of minutes. But those plans had gone south, because of Rapunzel, of course. After that failure, he had abandoned the tunnels. But now he returned to them for his project.
*Clang, Clang, Creek…*
With a final swing of the hammer, Varian had finished his twenty-first automaton. He brushed his dark bangs out of his eyes, stepping down the ladder. The queen was huddled against the ground, her tattered silk dress pulled against her. She looked pitiful. As she deserved.
Varian stared at her for a moment, one hand still on the cool metal ladder. Just a couple of months ago, he had been ecstatic to have met the Princess. And now… the princess had betrayed him. Varian tried to banish the image of the amber starting to form in his mind. He turned from the queen, focusing on his alchemy station. He still had some serums to prepare.
Behind him, the queen looked up at him, her eyes red and slightly swollen.
“Varian…” Her voice was quiet, raspy from her crying. Varian ignored her, instead turning his attention to the Flynnoleum on his desk. If he mixed it up with-
“I don’t get it.” She said it quietly, like she was talking to herself.
Varian glanced over his shoulder at her, his blue eyes piercing in the dark. “What do you mean, your highness?” He asked, a mocking tone in his voice.
The Queen stared right back at him. She was so… confident. Even in her state. It annoyed him. “I mean, what are you planning to do with me? How does kidnapping me help with freeing your father? I don't understand. How does any of this help with it?”
Varian turned to face her, a sick smirk spreading on his face. He cocked his head, “Oh don’t worry, your highness, I’ve got a plan. And you’ll be fine- assuming the Princess cooperates, of course. You’re just the bait.”
The Queen looked up at the hulking automatons Varian had been building over the past weeks. “…but why do you even want her?”
Varian grins, his white teeth glinting in the dark. “Assuming my calculations aren’t wrong… her hair should be able to fix what she ruined. Aside from that… I want justice. She trapped my father in the Amber- she shouldn’t be able to just get away from that.”
The Queen looks back at him, her green eyes confused. “Wasn’t that… wasn't that your fault?” She winces as soon as she finishes saying it, holding her breath.
Varian stiffens. His fault? His fault? He can feel the blood rushing through his veins and for a moment, his vision blacks out. He whips around, eyes flashing. “My fault? My fault? No- no, no it is not my fault.” His voice is reaching dangerous levels as he steps closer to Arianna. “Rapunzel promised she’d help me! Rapunzel lied to me! It is Rapunzel’s fault.”
The Queen looks up at him, and though she is on the ground in a ruined dress, her crown broken next to her, this is only a fourteen year old boy. “It is not my daughter’s fault! You came to her in a time when the entire kingdom was in danger. She had to put Corona first! Do not blame her for your alchemy mistakes!”
Varian stares for a moment, jaw clenched. The room goes silent for a moment. Then he turns abruptly, ice cold anger in his eyes. He walks back towards his alchemy table, grabbing the ingredients to make his most dangerous chemical solution. The queen doesn't speak again.
“Oh, don’t worry, Arianna. You’ll be able to see Rapunzel very soon.”
- ChueyTheCat
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
villain daily || 619 words
Desire is grieving.
Black candles drip wax onto the floor, gleaming dully by their own light. The air is thick and musty, the only sound that of her sobs.
She is alone. Not for the first time, not for the last. She weeps for her most recent abandonment, but also for the ones she knows will come in the future. This is her curse: to love, to lose, to find herself here, in a chamber surrounded by black candles and grief. Tears shine strangely in the candlelight as she rocks back and forth, gasping for air.
She is like this for a long time.
And then, like she always does, she wipes her face and reaches for her mirror.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall…”
She pauses, lips dry.
She does not say the words.
Desire puts the mirror down. She can’t do it. She never can do it. She can’t face the consequences of completing the spell.
So she locks the magic words away and hides them, making a wish in her heart instead. A wish to be better. A wish to be, finally, a girl that everyone will stop leaving behind. Stop leaving.
Desire is jealous.
The queen is not beautiful. The queen is quite plain, with straight black hair and watery blue eyes and a chin that trembles whenever she cries, which is often. Desire thinks she could cry a waterfall if she so chose, and the thought disgusts her. She only cries when there’s no one to see; at least she has that decency.
Desire is her maid. Not her lady in waiting, just her maid. The one who emptied her chamber pot and changed her sheets and brought her cups of hot tea when she was wailing in bed, complaining that she ached. Well, of course she ached. She was pregnant.
Now the queen stared at her with those enormous eyes that always reminded Desire of puddles.
“She will be beautiful,” the queen said.
Desire said nothing.
“She will be beautiful,” the queen repeated, stroking her stomach. She looked up at the ceiling, pursing thin lips. “Yes… my little princess.”
Yes, the little princess who would have everything Desire did not. Love. Parents. And a promise that she would never, ever be abandoned, because she knew the queen was right. The child would be beautiful. And the beautiful always got what they wanted.
She could almost hear the queen saying the same thing, and when the woman’s eyes refocused on her maid, there was a sly hint of amusement.
“Yes… beauty is what separates the noble from the commoner,” she mused, although Desire was almost positive no one but the king ever thought the queen was beautiful.
Desire slammed the door on the way out of the room, and she didn’t care who heard. She needed to slam something. Briefly, the thought of the mirror flickered through her head, but she stuffed it back down. She couldn’t use it. She couldn’t. She didn’t know… didn’t know what it would do…
Desire stared at the baby princess. Even so young, it was apparent that she would at least be pretty, if not absolutely ravishing. Rosebud lips, a fuzz of dark hair that would almost certainly curl when it got long enough, pink, round cheeks. She was the most perfect baby Desire could ever have imagined, and for a moment her heart twinged. She would have liked to give in to her crazy wish and pick up the sleeping princess, press her nose to the top of her head to see if she smelled just as good as she imagined, feel her baby-soft cheek.
But no. That wasn’t for her. And it never would be.
Desire is grieving.
Black candles drip wax onto the floor, gleaming dully by their own light. The air is thick and musty, the only sound that of her sobs.
She is alone. Not for the first time, not for the last. She weeps for her most recent abandonment, but also for the ones she knows will come in the future. This is her curse: to love, to lose, to find herself here, in a chamber surrounded by black candles and grief. Tears shine strangely in the candlelight as she rocks back and forth, gasping for air.
She is like this for a long time.
And then, like she always does, she wipes her face and reaches for her mirror.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall…”
She pauses, lips dry.
She does not say the words.
Desire puts the mirror down. She can’t do it. She never can do it. She can’t face the consequences of completing the spell.
So she locks the magic words away and hides them, making a wish in her heart instead. A wish to be better. A wish to be, finally, a girl that everyone will stop leaving behind. Stop leaving.
Desire is jealous.
The queen is not beautiful. The queen is quite plain, with straight black hair and watery blue eyes and a chin that trembles whenever she cries, which is often. Desire thinks she could cry a waterfall if she so chose, and the thought disgusts her. She only cries when there’s no one to see; at least she has that decency.
Desire is her maid. Not her lady in waiting, just her maid. The one who emptied her chamber pot and changed her sheets and brought her cups of hot tea when she was wailing in bed, complaining that she ached. Well, of course she ached. She was pregnant.
Now the queen stared at her with those enormous eyes that always reminded Desire of puddles.
“She will be beautiful,” the queen said.
Desire said nothing.
“She will be beautiful,” the queen repeated, stroking her stomach. She looked up at the ceiling, pursing thin lips. “Yes… my little princess.”
Yes, the little princess who would have everything Desire did not. Love. Parents. And a promise that she would never, ever be abandoned, because she knew the queen was right. The child would be beautiful. And the beautiful always got what they wanted.
She could almost hear the queen saying the same thing, and when the woman’s eyes refocused on her maid, there was a sly hint of amusement.
“Yes… beauty is what separates the noble from the commoner,” she mused, although Desire was almost positive no one but the king ever thought the queen was beautiful.
Desire slammed the door on the way out of the room, and she didn’t care who heard. She needed to slam something. Briefly, the thought of the mirror flickered through her head, but she stuffed it back down. She couldn’t use it. She couldn’t. She didn’t know… didn’t know what it would do…
Desire stared at the baby princess. Even so young, it was apparent that she would at least be pretty, if not absolutely ravishing. Rosebud lips, a fuzz of dark hair that would almost certainly curl when it got long enough, pink, round cheeks. She was the most perfect baby Desire could ever have imagined, and for a moment her heart twinged. She would have liked to give in to her crazy wish and pick up the sleeping princess, press her nose to the top of her head to see if she smelled just as good as she imagined, feel her baby-soft cheek.
But no. That wasn’t for her. And it never would be.
- juliathecaesar
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
writing comp entry!!
she floats through life
on the wings of a swan
you see her elegance—
the careful curve of her posture
the quiet certainty
of someone who knows
exactly how she is perceived
but inside—
she is falling
her wings are broken
stripped of their fragile feathers
what was once white
now stains red
she is no longer gliding
she is a tangle of motion
a body forgetting how to stay afloat
she is falling,
falling,
falling.
she is right there
but no one sees her
not really
no one sees the red
seeping through white
no one sees how she comes back
thinner each day
no one sees
how her voice wears itself raw
on quiet screams
catch me
but no one does
she is falling,
falling,
falling.
all she wants
is for someone to look—
not at the wings
not at the shape she holds together
not at the illusion of grace—
but at the fracture beneath
all she wants
is to be caught
to be held still
long enough
for someone to piece her back together
to press feathers into broken places
to remember
what it felt like to fly
but her voice is gone now
worn thin
from asking without sound
her eyes have dried
into something quieter than tears
and still—
she is falling
falling
falling
she floats through life
on the wings of a swan
you see her elegance—
the careful curve of her posture
the quiet certainty
of someone who knows
exactly how she is perceived
but inside—
she is falling
her wings are broken
stripped of their fragile feathers
what was once white
now stains red
she is no longer gliding
she is a tangle of motion
a body forgetting how to stay afloat
she is falling,
falling,
falling.
she is right there
but no one sees her
not really
no one sees the red
seeping through white
no one sees how she comes back
thinner each day
no one sees
how her voice wears itself raw
on quiet screams
catch me
but no one does
she is falling,
falling,
falling.
all she wants
is for someone to look—
not at the wings
not at the shape she holds together
not at the illusion of grace—
but at the fracture beneath
all she wants
is to be caught
to be held still
long enough
for someone to piece her back together
to press feathers into broken places
to remember
what it felt like to fly
but her voice is gone now
worn thin
from asking without sound
her eyes have dried
into something quieter than tears
and still—
she is falling
falling
falling
Last edited by juliathecaesar (March 31, 2026 00:15:29)
- -vanillamochabear-
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
⋆ monday, march 30th: villain perspectivelily didn’t think she was the villain. she had grown up the same as everyone else had, so why did her ambitions set her aside? everyone was allowed to have dreams, weren’t they, so why were hers deemed ‘too big?’
she’d gone to high school like everyone else had, and in a rather nice neighborhood. she had good friends for the most part, if you didn’t count the one group that bullied her everyday. she had graduated just fine (albeit, she was in the class of 2020 so she had never gotten a graduation) and taken a gap year before heading to college.
that’s when she realized how awful the world really was - facing bouts of unemployment, student debt, failing her classes for the first time in her life. and on top of that, everyone seemed to have some kind of problem with her - being rude, ignorant, not listening, not caring.
she found herself formulating a dream world in her head. everyone would be nice to each other (but mostly her), she wouldn’t be broke anymore, and she would get to have her dream job of being an actress. it’s easy to realize that that’s all it was, though, a dream. money and success didn’t grow on trees and where she was now she surely wasn’t going to find all this magically.
so she starts stealing. she feels bad about it at first, just a little, maybe an aftereffect of all the years she spent being a goody two shoes straight-a student in highschool (and not having it pay off when she didn’t get a real graduation). but then she eases into it, and every theft starts to feel like a rush of joy, a burst of all the dreams that felt so far away. so who cared if such a cruel society lost a little cash? someone out there (her) was having a great time and that should matter above all.
it goes okay for a little, stealing random items from department stores and selling them on ebay for buck. it barely makes a dent in her student debt though, and she realizes she’s gotta step up if she wants to get anywhere. she joins with another group of college-aged strugglers, and their first mission together is robbing a bank. she’s smiling the whole time like a maniac, the success washing over her like cooling water. this is what dreams were made of.
they do little missions like that throughout the years, running from the cops and never getting caught. one time, they even managed to rob the louvre, but that was another story altogether. eventually college ends and she graduates, far from being the top of her class but feeling pretty content. but now what? she was still pretty broke.
she moves on from the group of strugglers to start paving her own path, cheating her way to becoming an actress, somehow. she hadn’t meant to establish the band of minions, but they were all so eager to serve her that it seemed like a pity to just abandon them. but now she had a band of… whatever these aliens were, at her service, and how could life get any better than that? (well, she could name multiple ways, but still). she gets her first big role on the screen, but still she fee;s the calling for more, more, more… it didn’t feel like enough, yet. all this hard work only to be forgotten in a month or two.
yes, world domination seemed like the next plausible path. the idea of shaping the world to her hand, everything she had ever wanted, for real this time…
- -WildClan-
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
SWCea of Monsters: SWC March 2026 (introduction)
Brook was tired. The passage of time was no longer measured by the sun and moon, but rather by how long it had been since the last incident. She wondered how much longer she could hold everything together before it all fell apart. Or she collapsed. Whichever came first.
“Hey, Flood,” she called out to her brother as she glided toward him. Flaring her wings to slow her movement, she coasted to a stop just in time to perch on the branch to his right.
“Hey,” he replied, twitching an ear tuft in acknowledgment. Brook glanced sideways at him. He was staring off towards the setting sun, his claws gripping tightly to the wood. “You doing alright?” she asked.
“Nothing’s changed.”
Brook chose her next words carefully. “Flood, do you… do you ever think about nesting somewhere else? The canyon just… it has so many problems.”
“We shouldn’t have had to move here in the first place,” he growled. “But I’m not leaving our mother. And she’s gonna keep padding after that fluff-brained Emerald until the world burns down. You know that.”
Brook hunched her shoulders, letting her tall wings shield her face. “Yeah,” she agreed. It was best not to push the topic further.
Unfortunately, Flood did. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you?” He lashed his tail and turned toward her, his eyes flashing with alarm.
Brook flinched, cursing herself for bringing it up. “No, that’s… that’s not what I meant. Just forget I said anything.”
Flood kept his intense gaze locked onto her for several pounding heartbeats. Then he closed his eyes and leaned closer to the branch she had tensed herself against. “Good. I can’t be alone in this. I- I need you.”
Brook knew he was right. No one else understood him. No one else could calm him down when he got mad. If it wasn’t for her, this whole situation—Emerald, Flood, the canyon, their whole messed-up family—would have blown up long ago.
This was her responsibility. So, tired or not, she would stay. She had to.
Accepting the Quest: Choice A (new opportunity)
A sudden shriek of distress made every hair on Brook’s pelt stand on end. She launched off the branch and flapped into the air, trying to gauge where the sound had come from. Gliding across the open grassland, she quickly spotted the source: it was Breeze, Emerald’s son. Not old enough to have his adult feathers yet, he was desperately trying to outrun the beast that was chasing him.
He shrieked again, the fear in his voice pulling Brook into a dive before she could think it through. The beast was moving in a straight line, quickly closing the gap between itself and Breeze. She locked all of her attention onto it. With her limbs bent back at an extraordinary angle, she pierced through the air, faster than she’d ever gone before.
Only moments before impact did she remember to flare her wings, letting the back half of her body swing forward. The claws on her rear legs spread themselves wide, and then—WHAM.
She and the beast went tumbling over each other, a tangle of claws and fur. Brook felt a sharp stab of pain as something inside her snapped under the pressure. But the fear—her own as well as Breeze’s—was stronger. Grasping at the blades of grass, she managed to pull herself free and stagger upright, instantly whirling to face the beast. She snarled. Though one wing drooped crookedly at her side, she beat the other, the noise seeming to fill up the entire world.
The beast lifted its head, its eyes meeting Brook’s for the first time. Her wingbeats faltered for a moment as she forgot to be scared. Was there something… familiar about this animal?
It lunged for her neck.
Brook tried to dodge, but the beast was too nimble. She winced, preparing for the sharp teeth to close down over her throat. This was the end. A sensation of weightlessness came over her, and despite everything, she relaxed. Her limbs dragged limply. The ground fell away beneath her.
It took her a few moments to realize that she was being carried by the scruff. Not dead, after all, but rather being dangled like a hatchling in the jaws of its parent. Confused thoughts scrambled in Brook’s mind. Where was she being taken? Was she prey, or something else? Why did she still sense something familiar about the creature? Did it feel the same way?
Breeze. Suddenly remembering the reason she ended up in this situation to start with, Brook tried to catch a glimpse of the fledgling, wanting to know if he was okay. Instead, she noticed a flash of white-and-blue feathers—Flood. He must have followed her here.
That wasn’t good. Flood and Breeze did not get along, and Flood tended to get too rough if Brook wasn’t there to intervene. She strained against the beast’s grip, her lame wing flopping painfully as she attempted to free herself.
Leveraging her weight, she struck out with her tail. It worked. The beast lost its balance. But Brook had been straining so hard to see what was behind them that she didn’t notice the river directly ahead. She and the beast plunged into the water together, separating at last.
Though the water chilled her skin and dampened her feathers, Brook didn’t panic. She oriented herself and paddled upward, just as she used to do as a fledgling in the pond near her nest. Breaking the surface, she sucked in one breath, then another. She grabbed at a log that was wedged in the steep riverbank, but it came loose before she could haul herself out of the water. She clung to its coarse bark. The currents were too fast here; she’d just have to ride it out.
Nearby, the beast struggled, thrashing about in the water. It didn’t seem to know how to swim. Acting before thinking again, Brook used her tail as a rudder, steering the log closer to the beast. Somehow, it understood and flailed towards her, finally latching onto the wood with both of its front paws, its large, blunt claws dwarfing her own.
The beast panted, glancing at her. Cautiously, Brook leaned closer, sniffing at it.
She had no idea where this was going.
Researching: Choice D (learn something)
Eventually, the river widened onto a flatter plain, its waters calming and its banks flattening into sandy shores. Brook tried to steer the log with her tail, but with the beast's weight skewing the balance, she didn’t make much progress. Instead, the log drifted to a stop on its own, coming to rest along a gentle bend in the river’s path.
Brook dismounted first, paddling through the shallows and dragging herself up onto the warm sand. She shook her pelt, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. The beast followed her, and it, too, tried to shake itself dry. Brook still couldn’t explain why, but she was no longer afraid of it. It almost seemed like an old friend, or at least someone who would become an old friend someday.
With the adrenaline subsiding, though, the pain and exhaustion washed over her. She sniffed at her injured wing, determining that it was probably fractured, though not beyond repair. It’d be a while before she’d be flying again, however.
She didn’t even want to think about how far away her nest was. As far as she knew, no shazarxa had ever been out this far before. Even if it was as simple a matter as following the river back home, it would still be a long journey by paw, and the thought of it made her so tired that she curled up on the spot.
She couldn’t quite sleep, though. For one thing, her mind still tumbled with questions and worries. For another thing, the beast was staring at her. To her amazement, Brook realized it was speaking—its tail waved, and deep, guttural sounds came out of its throat. She chirped back at it in her own language: “Hello. Are you okay?”
It didn’t understand her, of course, but that didn’t matter. The animal could speak! And Brook was pretty sure it knew that she was speaking too. It made another series of noises, and Brook attempted to mimic it. The imitation was surprisingly good, startling both the beast and herself. She didn’t know she could do that!
Maybe she was just delirious from exhaustion, but Brook purred, overcome with a sense of hope and excitement that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lasagna: Choice G (find a secret lair)
Several nights passed.
Brook and the beast made their way upriver—Brook assumed that her new companion was headed back to its home, too. They didn’t always walk together, but they inevitably reunited at some point, even though the beast was much better suited to land travel than she was. Brook soon noticed that it was intentionally moving slowly and backtracking so that she could keep up.
She started calling it Sheer. She wasn’t sure what its real name was, but the noise that it made when it breathed out through its wide, wet nose sounded similar to that. She continued trying to imitate its speech, and she was starting to understand a few things. Although Sheer didn’t have ear tufts, it could use its tail to show emotion and its snout to point directions. The lack of wings was more difficult to figure out, but at the moment, Brook could only speak with one wing herself, so it didn’t matter too much. They both had a decent vocal range, though she could reach higher notes, while Sheer could reach lower notes. Once, they made an attempt at voicing what Brook assumed was a song. After all, they both had a rhythm to their pawsteps, to their breathing, to their heartbeats. Why wouldn’t rhythm be shared?
Gradually, Brook’s wing began to feel better. It didn’t drag on the ground anymore. But she didn’t want to risk trying to fly too soon, just in case she injured it again. And also… things weren’t so bad down here. There were plenty of plants and insects to eat. No predators dared attack her with her new friend nearby. Her paw pads were toughened now, more than capable of carrying her from moonrise to moonset.
One day, her paws carried her to a strange place. The ground was made of an unnaturally smooth stone, though it had been fractured by time and weather. Sheer was with her, and it sniffed curiously at some of the objects that were strewn about. Brook found an etching with three branching points and compared it to her own paw’s three long claws. Had someone she knew been out this way after all? No, the marks were too skinny to be claw grooves. “Still… this feels important,” she muttered to herself.
She stayed there for a few nights, her desire to return home overshadowed by the sensation of importance that lingered over the space. She awoke one evening with a start, realizing that she hadn’t thought about Flood or Breeze at all the previous day. A shiver of guilt ran through her fur. Flood probably wasn’t doing very well without her.
She and Sheer continued on their way that night. The secrets of that strange location could wait. Although Brook couldn’t shake the feeling that time was not on her side…
Charybdis: Nico’s Version - Choice J (go outside for 30 minutes)
Making A Deal: Choice N (characters negotiate)
Sheer wagged its tail as the landscape unfolded around them.
“Home?” Brook asked, using the barking sound that she learned from Sheer.
“Home,” Sheer agreed. “Smell it.”
Brook sniffed the air, but her sense of smell was not as keen as Sheer’s. Still, she trusted her friend’s judgment. Instead of lifting her tail in elation, though, she just felt heavier. It was almost as if she was underwater in the river again, weight tugging at her pelt and suffocating her breath. She had to face it: she didn’t really want to be back.
Her mind replayed through every conflict, every bad memory of the canyon. Her nest there had never really been comfortable to begin with. And Flood and her mother… well, she loved them, sure, but she always had to care for them. It was nice having someone care for her for a change. Ear tufts drooping, she recognized that her time with Sheer was coming to a close. Soon they’d each be back with their own kind, in two different worlds. They probably wouldn’t see each other very much after that.
Sheer sensed her sorrow and licked the side of her face, trying to cheer her up. “I will miss you,” Brook said.
Sheer didn’t respond. Maybe Brook hadn’t pronounced it right. She still had so much to learn about Sheer’s language.
A shadow passed over the ground, making Brook glance upward. A shazarxa swooped overhead. She squinted, trying to tell who it was. She finally determined that it was Ember when he let out a trill, his voice singing across the plains.
It felt wrong. The songs Brook sang with Sheer were so familiar now that Ember’s melody seemed foreign, despite it being one she’d grown up with. She didn’t fly up to meet him, though her wing had long since healed. He didn’t notice her.
Instead, she continued trudging forward until she reached the lip of the canyon. Peering down, she saw that it was full of nests now. The structure that was only at the beginning of its construction when she last saw it was now massive, spanning a whole wall. Things had been moved around. Different plants were growing in the crevices between stones. It wasn’t the same place she had left.
There were new shazarxi, too. She had been away long enough to miss the hatching season, so the youngest members were strangers to her. But where was Flood? Or Breeze? Or her mother? She fluttered down at the far side of the canyon, scanning the flock for her family. She couldn’t even manage to spot Emerald.
Finally, someone noticed her—a nesting mother called Marigold, tending to her three hatchlings. “Brook? That can’t be you,” she gasped incredulously. “I’m- I’m seeing things, right? My mind is playing tricks on me?”
“No, it’s me,” Brook said, surprised by how raspy her voice sounded. She’d been speaking in Sheer’s gravelly voice for too long, she supposed. “I’ve… travelled a long way to get back here.”
“But weren’t you eaten?”
“Well, I was taken by a beast, yes. But it turns out that those animals aren’t too different from us, actually. They can talk, sing…” Brook blinked happily, some of her discomfort slipping away. “Anyway, I’m friends with Sheer now. Sheer’s its name, or at least what I call it. It’s right up there.”
She pointed with her ear tufts, and Marigold followed her gesture. Sheer was peeking over the side of the canyon, keeping an eye on Brook.
Marigold hissed in alarm, startling Brook. “That’s one of the creatures that attacked us here in the canyon!”
“What?” Brook stepped back, confused. “Sheer’s been with me ever since I’ve been gone; it couldn’t have—”
“Maybe not your friend specifically,” Marigold muttered, wrapping her tail even more tightly around her sleeping hatchlings. “But others like it. They were the ones who—oh, moons above, no one’s told you yet, have they?”
Marigold’s ear tufts flattened, and fear began to creep up Brook’s spine. “I… just got here. What…”
“The beasts killed them,” Marigold whispered, her voice breaking. “Your mother and your brother. I’m so sorry, Brook. I’m sorry.”
“What?” Brook snarled, making Marigold flinch.
“I’m sorry!” Marigold wailed again. “But it’s true. Not too long after the fire—”
“Fire?” Brook managed to spit out amidst the deluge of thoughts and emotions sweeping through her brain.
“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t there for that, either…” Marigold cowered in her nest. Her hatchlings, awoken by the commotion, began to squirm and cheep. “There was a big forest fire to the north of here. Um… Emerald died saving Flood. And Breeze went missing around that time, too. You should probably know…”
Brook shook her head, unable to process everything. A numbness began to settle in between her wings, between her ribs, between her claws. “Then it sounds like there’s nothing left for me here,” she said coldly. “I shouldn't have come back.”
She spread her wings, preparing to launch out of the canyon and never return. “Wait—” Marigold said. “At least tell everyone that you’re still alive! You can introduce your friend, too, show us how they’re, um , friendly—”
“No deal,” Brook hissed.
She took flight.
The End (conclusion)
Sheer was still waiting for her when Brook glided free of the confines of the canyon. Nuzzling up into her friend’s fur, Brook felt a small bit of comfort. Sheer licked her ear tufts, whimpering a message of consolation. Even if it didn’t understand what she was sad about, at least it was still more tactful about it than Marigold had been.
Brook felt a dizzying sensation of distance from her own species. Had they always been that way? Was it always one problem after another? She remembered how tired she used to be, every time she had to diffuse a conflict or fix a misunderstanding, all while swallowing her own words. Now, Sheer spoke the only words worth bothering to understand.
In a way, Brook was almost glad. There was nothing left to hold her down here anymore. No responsibilities, no promises, no more hurting herself for someone else’s sake. She was free.
Brook hopped up onto Sheer’s back. She didn’t feel like flying right now, but she wanted to experience the wind rushing past her eyes. Sheer’s long, elegant legs could do that just fine. “Let’s go,” she urged.
“Where?” Sheer asked.
“Anywhere,” Brook responded. She clung onto Sheer’s pelt. It smelled like home—a real home.
“Okay. Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Go!”
Brook was tired. The passage of time was no longer measured by the sun and moon, but rather by how long it had been since the last incident. She wondered how much longer she could hold everything together before it all fell apart. Or she collapsed. Whichever came first.
“Hey, Flood,” she called out to her brother as she glided toward him. Flaring her wings to slow her movement, she coasted to a stop just in time to perch on the branch to his right.
“Hey,” he replied, twitching an ear tuft in acknowledgment. Brook glanced sideways at him. He was staring off towards the setting sun, his claws gripping tightly to the wood. “You doing alright?” she asked.
“Nothing’s changed.”
Brook chose her next words carefully. “Flood, do you… do you ever think about nesting somewhere else? The canyon just… it has so many problems.”
“We shouldn’t have had to move here in the first place,” he growled. “But I’m not leaving our mother. And she’s gonna keep padding after that fluff-brained Emerald until the world burns down. You know that.”
Brook hunched her shoulders, letting her tall wings shield her face. “Yeah,” she agreed. It was best not to push the topic further.
Unfortunately, Flood did. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you?” He lashed his tail and turned toward her, his eyes flashing with alarm.
Brook flinched, cursing herself for bringing it up. “No, that’s… that’s not what I meant. Just forget I said anything.”
Flood kept his intense gaze locked onto her for several pounding heartbeats. Then he closed his eyes and leaned closer to the branch she had tensed herself against. “Good. I can’t be alone in this. I- I need you.”
Brook knew he was right. No one else understood him. No one else could calm him down when he got mad. If it wasn’t for her, this whole situation—Emerald, Flood, the canyon, their whole messed-up family—would have blown up long ago.
This was her responsibility. So, tired or not, she would stay. She had to.
Accepting the Quest: Choice A (new opportunity)
A sudden shriek of distress made every hair on Brook’s pelt stand on end. She launched off the branch and flapped into the air, trying to gauge where the sound had come from. Gliding across the open grassland, she quickly spotted the source: it was Breeze, Emerald’s son. Not old enough to have his adult feathers yet, he was desperately trying to outrun the beast that was chasing him.
He shrieked again, the fear in his voice pulling Brook into a dive before she could think it through. The beast was moving in a straight line, quickly closing the gap between itself and Breeze. She locked all of her attention onto it. With her limbs bent back at an extraordinary angle, she pierced through the air, faster than she’d ever gone before.
Only moments before impact did she remember to flare her wings, letting the back half of her body swing forward. The claws on her rear legs spread themselves wide, and then—WHAM.
She and the beast went tumbling over each other, a tangle of claws and fur. Brook felt a sharp stab of pain as something inside her snapped under the pressure. But the fear—her own as well as Breeze’s—was stronger. Grasping at the blades of grass, she managed to pull herself free and stagger upright, instantly whirling to face the beast. She snarled. Though one wing drooped crookedly at her side, she beat the other, the noise seeming to fill up the entire world.
The beast lifted its head, its eyes meeting Brook’s for the first time. Her wingbeats faltered for a moment as she forgot to be scared. Was there something… familiar about this animal?
It lunged for her neck.
Brook tried to dodge, but the beast was too nimble. She winced, preparing for the sharp teeth to close down over her throat. This was the end. A sensation of weightlessness came over her, and despite everything, she relaxed. Her limbs dragged limply. The ground fell away beneath her.
It took her a few moments to realize that she was being carried by the scruff. Not dead, after all, but rather being dangled like a hatchling in the jaws of its parent. Confused thoughts scrambled in Brook’s mind. Where was she being taken? Was she prey, or something else? Why did she still sense something familiar about the creature? Did it feel the same way?
Breeze. Suddenly remembering the reason she ended up in this situation to start with, Brook tried to catch a glimpse of the fledgling, wanting to know if he was okay. Instead, she noticed a flash of white-and-blue feathers—Flood. He must have followed her here.
That wasn’t good. Flood and Breeze did not get along, and Flood tended to get too rough if Brook wasn’t there to intervene. She strained against the beast’s grip, her lame wing flopping painfully as she attempted to free herself.
Leveraging her weight, she struck out with her tail. It worked. The beast lost its balance. But Brook had been straining so hard to see what was behind them that she didn’t notice the river directly ahead. She and the beast plunged into the water together, separating at last.
Though the water chilled her skin and dampened her feathers, Brook didn’t panic. She oriented herself and paddled upward, just as she used to do as a fledgling in the pond near her nest. Breaking the surface, she sucked in one breath, then another. She grabbed at a log that was wedged in the steep riverbank, but it came loose before she could haul herself out of the water. She clung to its coarse bark. The currents were too fast here; she’d just have to ride it out.
Nearby, the beast struggled, thrashing about in the water. It didn’t seem to know how to swim. Acting before thinking again, Brook used her tail as a rudder, steering the log closer to the beast. Somehow, it understood and flailed towards her, finally latching onto the wood with both of its front paws, its large, blunt claws dwarfing her own.
The beast panted, glancing at her. Cautiously, Brook leaned closer, sniffing at it.
She had no idea where this was going.
Researching: Choice D (learn something)
Eventually, the river widened onto a flatter plain, its waters calming and its banks flattening into sandy shores. Brook tried to steer the log with her tail, but with the beast's weight skewing the balance, she didn’t make much progress. Instead, the log drifted to a stop on its own, coming to rest along a gentle bend in the river’s path.
Brook dismounted first, paddling through the shallows and dragging herself up onto the warm sand. She shook her pelt, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. The beast followed her, and it, too, tried to shake itself dry. Brook still couldn’t explain why, but she was no longer afraid of it. It almost seemed like an old friend, or at least someone who would become an old friend someday.
With the adrenaline subsiding, though, the pain and exhaustion washed over her. She sniffed at her injured wing, determining that it was probably fractured, though not beyond repair. It’d be a while before she’d be flying again, however.
She didn’t even want to think about how far away her nest was. As far as she knew, no shazarxa had ever been out this far before. Even if it was as simple a matter as following the river back home, it would still be a long journey by paw, and the thought of it made her so tired that she curled up on the spot.
She couldn’t quite sleep, though. For one thing, her mind still tumbled with questions and worries. For another thing, the beast was staring at her. To her amazement, Brook realized it was speaking—its tail waved, and deep, guttural sounds came out of its throat. She chirped back at it in her own language: “Hello. Are you okay?”
It didn’t understand her, of course, but that didn’t matter. The animal could speak! And Brook was pretty sure it knew that she was speaking too. It made another series of noises, and Brook attempted to mimic it. The imitation was surprisingly good, startling both the beast and herself. She didn’t know she could do that!
Maybe she was just delirious from exhaustion, but Brook purred, overcome with a sense of hope and excitement that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lasagna: Choice G (find a secret lair)
Several nights passed.
Brook and the beast made their way upriver—Brook assumed that her new companion was headed back to its home, too. They didn’t always walk together, but they inevitably reunited at some point, even though the beast was much better suited to land travel than she was. Brook soon noticed that it was intentionally moving slowly and backtracking so that she could keep up.
She started calling it Sheer. She wasn’t sure what its real name was, but the noise that it made when it breathed out through its wide, wet nose sounded similar to that. She continued trying to imitate its speech, and she was starting to understand a few things. Although Sheer didn’t have ear tufts, it could use its tail to show emotion and its snout to point directions. The lack of wings was more difficult to figure out, but at the moment, Brook could only speak with one wing herself, so it didn’t matter too much. They both had a decent vocal range, though she could reach higher notes, while Sheer could reach lower notes. Once, they made an attempt at voicing what Brook assumed was a song. After all, they both had a rhythm to their pawsteps, to their breathing, to their heartbeats. Why wouldn’t rhythm be shared?
Gradually, Brook’s wing began to feel better. It didn’t drag on the ground anymore. But she didn’t want to risk trying to fly too soon, just in case she injured it again. And also… things weren’t so bad down here. There were plenty of plants and insects to eat. No predators dared attack her with her new friend nearby. Her paw pads were toughened now, more than capable of carrying her from moonrise to moonset.
One day, her paws carried her to a strange place. The ground was made of an unnaturally smooth stone, though it had been fractured by time and weather. Sheer was with her, and it sniffed curiously at some of the objects that were strewn about. Brook found an etching with three branching points and compared it to her own paw’s three long claws. Had someone she knew been out this way after all? No, the marks were too skinny to be claw grooves. “Still… this feels important,” she muttered to herself.
She stayed there for a few nights, her desire to return home overshadowed by the sensation of importance that lingered over the space. She awoke one evening with a start, realizing that she hadn’t thought about Flood or Breeze at all the previous day. A shiver of guilt ran through her fur. Flood probably wasn’t doing very well without her.
She and Sheer continued on their way that night. The secrets of that strange location could wait. Although Brook couldn’t shake the feeling that time was not on her side…
Charybdis: Nico’s Version - Choice J (go outside for 30 minutes)
Making A Deal: Choice N (characters negotiate)
Sheer wagged its tail as the landscape unfolded around them.
“Home?” Brook asked, using the barking sound that she learned from Sheer.
“Home,” Sheer agreed. “Smell it.”
Brook sniffed the air, but her sense of smell was not as keen as Sheer’s. Still, she trusted her friend’s judgment. Instead of lifting her tail in elation, though, she just felt heavier. It was almost as if she was underwater in the river again, weight tugging at her pelt and suffocating her breath. She had to face it: she didn’t really want to be back.
Her mind replayed through every conflict, every bad memory of the canyon. Her nest there had never really been comfortable to begin with. And Flood and her mother… well, she loved them, sure, but she always had to care for them. It was nice having someone care for her for a change. Ear tufts drooping, she recognized that her time with Sheer was coming to a close. Soon they’d each be back with their own kind, in two different worlds. They probably wouldn’t see each other very much after that.
Sheer sensed her sorrow and licked the side of her face, trying to cheer her up. “I will miss you,” Brook said.
Sheer didn’t respond. Maybe Brook hadn’t pronounced it right. She still had so much to learn about Sheer’s language.
A shadow passed over the ground, making Brook glance upward. A shazarxa swooped overhead. She squinted, trying to tell who it was. She finally determined that it was Ember when he let out a trill, his voice singing across the plains.
It felt wrong. The songs Brook sang with Sheer were so familiar now that Ember’s melody seemed foreign, despite it being one she’d grown up with. She didn’t fly up to meet him, though her wing had long since healed. He didn’t notice her.
Instead, she continued trudging forward until she reached the lip of the canyon. Peering down, she saw that it was full of nests now. The structure that was only at the beginning of its construction when she last saw it was now massive, spanning a whole wall. Things had been moved around. Different plants were growing in the crevices between stones. It wasn’t the same place she had left.
There were new shazarxi, too. She had been away long enough to miss the hatching season, so the youngest members were strangers to her. But where was Flood? Or Breeze? Or her mother? She fluttered down at the far side of the canyon, scanning the flock for her family. She couldn’t even manage to spot Emerald.
Finally, someone noticed her—a nesting mother called Marigold, tending to her three hatchlings. “Brook? That can’t be you,” she gasped incredulously. “I’m- I’m seeing things, right? My mind is playing tricks on me?”
“No, it’s me,” Brook said, surprised by how raspy her voice sounded. She’d been speaking in Sheer’s gravelly voice for too long, she supposed. “I’ve… travelled a long way to get back here.”
“But weren’t you eaten?”
“Well, I was taken by a beast, yes. But it turns out that those animals aren’t too different from us, actually. They can talk, sing…” Brook blinked happily, some of her discomfort slipping away. “Anyway, I’m friends with Sheer now. Sheer’s its name, or at least what I call it. It’s right up there.”
She pointed with her ear tufts, and Marigold followed her gesture. Sheer was peeking over the side of the canyon, keeping an eye on Brook.
Marigold hissed in alarm, startling Brook. “That’s one of the creatures that attacked us here in the canyon!”
“What?” Brook stepped back, confused. “Sheer’s been with me ever since I’ve been gone; it couldn’t have—”
“Maybe not your friend specifically,” Marigold muttered, wrapping her tail even more tightly around her sleeping hatchlings. “But others like it. They were the ones who—oh, moons above, no one’s told you yet, have they?”
Marigold’s ear tufts flattened, and fear began to creep up Brook’s spine. “I… just got here. What…”
“The beasts killed them,” Marigold whispered, her voice breaking. “Your mother and your brother. I’m so sorry, Brook. I’m sorry.”
“What?” Brook snarled, making Marigold flinch.
“I’m sorry!” Marigold wailed again. “But it’s true. Not too long after the fire—”
“Fire?” Brook managed to spit out amidst the deluge of thoughts and emotions sweeping through her brain.
“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t there for that, either…” Marigold cowered in her nest. Her hatchlings, awoken by the commotion, began to squirm and cheep. “There was a big forest fire to the north of here. Um… Emerald died saving Flood. And Breeze went missing around that time, too. You should probably know…”
Brook shook her head, unable to process everything. A numbness began to settle in between her wings, between her ribs, between her claws. “Then it sounds like there’s nothing left for me here,” she said coldly. “I shouldn't have come back.”
She spread her wings, preparing to launch out of the canyon and never return. “Wait—” Marigold said. “At least tell everyone that you’re still alive! You can introduce your friend, too, show us how they’re, um , friendly—”
“No deal,” Brook hissed.
She took flight.
The End (conclusion)
Sheer was still waiting for her when Brook glided free of the confines of the canyon. Nuzzling up into her friend’s fur, Brook felt a small bit of comfort. Sheer licked her ear tufts, whimpering a message of consolation. Even if it didn’t understand what she was sad about, at least it was still more tactful about it than Marigold had been.
Brook felt a dizzying sensation of distance from her own species. Had they always been that way? Was it always one problem after another? She remembered how tired she used to be, every time she had to diffuse a conflict or fix a misunderstanding, all while swallowing her own words. Now, Sheer spoke the only words worth bothering to understand.
In a way, Brook was almost glad. There was nothing left to hold her down here anymore. No responsibilities, no promises, no more hurting herself for someone else’s sake. She was free.
Brook hopped up onto Sheer’s back. She didn’t feel like flying right now, but she wanted to experience the wind rushing past her eyes. Sheer’s long, elegant legs could do that just fine. “Let’s go,” she urged.
“Where?” Sheer asked.
“Anywhere,” Brook responded. She clung onto Sheer’s pelt. It smelled like home—a real home.
“Okay. Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Go!”
- VioAquaCat
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Scratcher
76 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
Critique for @cry0-st4t318 words
Hey Cryo !! Sorry this took me so long to get to (^～^
ゞ It's kind of short, unfortunately 
To start off, during the whole piece of writing you need to keep in mind that you need to add a new paragraph when someone starts speaking. Example:
“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'll look- er- feel forward to it, Riley.” Sylus corrected himself. “Hehe! Okay, Dr. Hudson!”
Anyways, let's get into the actual critique now
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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.”
I really like the way you set up Sylus being blind, and how you describe it in the story. It might be nice to have some more sensory descriptions from his point of view, but thats not really a necessary thing to add. You already do it great
After Sylus had attended to Riley, he found himself on the phone with Diana.
Here, I'm feeling a bit of white-room syndrome. Basically, there's no description for where Sylus is, so it feels like he's just floating in an empty void. It might be nice to give some sort of setting, e.g. a desk, a chair, a carpet, etc.
She was his childhood best friend, having met Di in the orphanage.
This part is a little unclear, did Sylus meet Di in the orphanage or did Diana mead Di in the orphanage? With context ,readers can understand, but it might be worth it to change the wording a little.
A soft smile found itself onto Sylus's face. He liked hearing her voice after so long. He… nevermind.I like the way you hint at his relationship with Diana over this passage, first explaining their backstory then this. I think it's very well-done, even though I don't know where it's going.
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.By the way, I think this is so adorable. I like how you write their relationship in this story.
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All in all, I really enjoyed the story. It hints at more of a conflict, but shows just a small snippet of what's going on and is really enjoyable. The only things you need to remember are to add new paragraphs for dialogues, clarify some things a bit, and add a bit of description here and there.
- GrantTheSuperhero
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Scratcher
7 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
⋆ Monday, March 30th: villain perspective
I look up and see Fredrickson climbing the ladder on the side of the blimp as fast as he could. I grab at his ankles and hold on for a little while, but he kicks me off and keeps going. I growl and climb back down, deciding to take a shortcut. I finally reach the bottom of the ladder and go inside the blimp, and race as fast as my old legs will take me to my room and grab my rifle out of my closet. this ends now, I think. I climb up a ladder that fortunately is inside the blimp and not out in the howling wind. At last, I make it to the top and start to open the door on the ceiling and shove it open wide enough for me to get through. When I get a footing on the top of the blimp, I aim my rifle at the balloons on Fredrickson's house and shoot, popping several balloons. The house starts to sink, and Fredrickson startles at the sudden noise and turns around to face me, then turns back to his house which is about to slide off of the wing of the blimp. “No!” he shouts and runs after the garden hose that trailed behind the floating house. He grabs at the hose, eventually getting a steady grip and it takes all of his strength to keep the house from slipping off the edge. I reload my gun and aim at the bird I've been chasing for years, about to pull the trigger when Fredrickson shouts, “go! Go, get in!” at the bird and his newspaper boy companion Russell. The boy runs into the house with the bird and slams the door shut behind him. I shoot at the door, putting a few tiny holes in it, but certainly not enough that it would break if I tried to kick it down. I jump up the steps and start to bang on the door. “Open up!” I yell. The door finally gives way, and I hit it open with the bottom of my gun. “Russell!” Fredrickson shouts. “Grab onto the bird and don't let go. Here, Bird! You want some chocolate?” So apparently the bird likes chocolate. The bird looked up and as soon as it saw the treat it jumped out of the window and ran for Fredrickson. I run and jump out of the window too, but something catches on my ankle, and I realize too late that a few stray balloon strings have wrapped around me. I trip and fall off the edge of the wing of the blimp and descend into the clouds. This wasn't supposed to happen! The bird WAS rightfully mine; they shouldn't have stolen it. I wasn't the bad guy; I was purely trying to clear my name! I didn't deserve this fate of falling and being crushed on the rocks below. But I still can't help but wonder, would it have gone differently if I had changed something? I will always be left to wonder…
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sorry for any typos! Maybe one day I will be rid of those lol.
Last edited by GrantTheSuperhero (March 31, 2026 03:26:12)
- Tellurium_26
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Scratcher
37 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
I WROTE THIS AND FORGOT TO ADD IT LMAOO- 536
“You’ve reached the local Wellington police department, this is force member- yes ma’am?”
“A noise complaint? Thank you for calling but-”
“Screaming? Well that’s certainly of concern.”
“We’ll send a member to that address.”
O’leary received a page at 8 pm. She made it to the eerily silent property at 8:30. She rang the doorbell with officer Minogue behind her at 8:35 after looking into the woods. A strangely dressed man answered the door.
“You will not notice anything out of the ordinary.” The words seemed to sink into her mind. Well obviously.
“I certainly hope not, mister-”
“Viago.”
“Mister Viago. I’m officer O’leary and this is Minogue-” The shadowing officer gave a little wave, “I hope you won’t mind letting us in so we can take a look around, make sure everything is up to code.” The walls looked damp and mildewy, definitely old. Safety measures had to be taken, smoke detectors, plumbing, electricity, a lot could go wrong with a house as old as this one seemed. The stairs creaked as she climbed them. That was probably off too, should get an inspector on that, she thought. And something else was definitely off, if only she could-
“What’s that smell?” She finally recognised the metallic, salty odour that wafted through the house.
The man- Viago. Viago turned to her with wide eyes and opened his mouth to speak.
“Barbacue sauce.” He finally said after too long a pause.
Now that she thought about it, the smell was barbecue sauce, or at least, closer to barbecue sauce than anything else that came to mind. Which wasn’t much at the moment, olfactory processing signals slipped out of her brain like water off a duck. She liked ducks.
Turning into the kitchen and shooting more glares to the camera crew following them around, she took stock of the kitchen. The sink was piled high, plates and glasses covered in a runny red liquid, clearly not the mark of someone tidy. Although she did seem to be in the middle of something. One man was tucked into the corner of the room like a spider, another seemed to have frozen midair while attacking him, and a third was dragging him down by the ankle. Perhaps it was a new variation of poker? Either way, she wasn’t the fun police.
“Hope you gentlemen are having a good evening,” she addressed the three in the kitchen,
“Oh yes, lovely” responded the one on the ground. O'Leary decided to give them the briefing since they were all here.
“I’m officer O’leary, and this is my colleague Minogue. We received some noise complaints, one neighbor reported screaming from this address, we’re just here to keep the peace.” All three men gave a nod of understanding, and she dipped her head in a brief acknowledgement of their understanding. And yet- something was off. About this whole scene. The men, the kitchen, the camera crew, the dishes, there was something she was missing.
“Wait.” Minogue directed his flashlight upwards, and all gazes snapped to him.
“This smoke alarm-” he gestured to the rustic-looking device on the ceiling “-when was the last time you had it replaced?”
Ah, so that’s what it was.
A/N: I did write this on time but it wasn't linked on my main post and I may have forgotten to claim points??? Perhaps? I'm not too sure. Either way, wanted to write smth about some mental magic I guess. Like water off a duck (from good omens lol). Just going through O'Leary's thought process as she makes her way through this bizarre house. I could've kept going to the basement scene but I'm fairly tired.
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“You’ve reached the local Wellington police department, this is force member- yes ma’am?”
“A noise complaint? Thank you for calling but-”
“Screaming? Well that’s certainly of concern.”
“We’ll send a member to that address.”
O’leary received a page at 8 pm. She made it to the eerily silent property at 8:30. She rang the doorbell with officer Minogue behind her at 8:35 after looking into the woods. A strangely dressed man answered the door.
“You will not notice anything out of the ordinary.” The words seemed to sink into her mind. Well obviously.
“I certainly hope not, mister-”
“Viago.”
“Mister Viago. I’m officer O’leary and this is Minogue-” The shadowing officer gave a little wave, “I hope you won’t mind letting us in so we can take a look around, make sure everything is up to code.” The walls looked damp and mildewy, definitely old. Safety measures had to be taken, smoke detectors, plumbing, electricity, a lot could go wrong with a house as old as this one seemed. The stairs creaked as she climbed them. That was probably off too, should get an inspector on that, she thought. And something else was definitely off, if only she could-
“What’s that smell?” She finally recognised the metallic, salty odour that wafted through the house.
The man- Viago. Viago turned to her with wide eyes and opened his mouth to speak.
“Barbacue sauce.” He finally said after too long a pause.
Now that she thought about it, the smell was barbecue sauce, or at least, closer to barbecue sauce than anything else that came to mind. Which wasn’t much at the moment, olfactory processing signals slipped out of her brain like water off a duck. She liked ducks.
Turning into the kitchen and shooting more glares to the camera crew following them around, she took stock of the kitchen. The sink was piled high, plates and glasses covered in a runny red liquid, clearly not the mark of someone tidy. Although she did seem to be in the middle of something. One man was tucked into the corner of the room like a spider, another seemed to have frozen midair while attacking him, and a third was dragging him down by the ankle. Perhaps it was a new variation of poker? Either way, she wasn’t the fun police.
“Hope you gentlemen are having a good evening,” she addressed the three in the kitchen,
“Oh yes, lovely” responded the one on the ground. O'Leary decided to give them the briefing since they were all here.
“I’m officer O’leary, and this is my colleague Minogue. We received some noise complaints, one neighbor reported screaming from this address, we’re just here to keep the peace.” All three men gave a nod of understanding, and she dipped her head in a brief acknowledgement of their understanding. And yet- something was off. About this whole scene. The men, the kitchen, the camera crew, the dishes, there was something she was missing.
“Wait.” Minogue directed his flashlight upwards, and all gazes snapped to him.
“This smoke alarm-” he gestured to the rustic-looking device on the ceiling “-when was the last time you had it replaced?”
Ah, so that’s what it was.
A/N: I did write this on time but it wasn't linked on my main post and I may have forgotten to claim points??? Perhaps? I'm not too sure. Either way, wanted to write smth about some mental magic I guess. Like water off a duck (from good omens lol). Just going through O'Leary's thought process as she makes her way through this bizarre house. I could've kept going to the basement scene but I'm fairly tired.
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Last edited by Tellurium_26 (March 31, 2026 04:00:25)
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Scratcher
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
part one (200 words)
Dear Eleanor,
I’ve just finished writing my previous letter, and though I know your response will come tomorrow (oh the beauties of expedited interera post!), I simply cannot wait to relay what just happened to me to you. I know, I know, we hardly know one another yet (I’ve only read one of your letters!) yet I feel such friendship between us! Is it silly to tell you now I’ve never had a female friend? Mille doesn’t count, even when we were children he was a boy, no matter what his family said. I can’t count the Architect, either, because she is more teacher than friend. So you are my first female friend. And I feel I must tell you everything!
After signing my last letter and sealing the envelope, I immediately set towards the House’s post office. No delay allowed! It might not impact your receival of my letter, but I certainly was eager to get it stamped and on its way. On my way back, a path branched in the House (an uncommon experience, which on some occasions presents some danger but here only produced excitement for me and now you) and I stumbled into a new era!
part two — opportunity (400 words)
All around me, giant redwood trees reached towards the sky, distant and grey through the canopy above.
I knew immediately I had been transported to either the very distant past, or else the even more distant future. Nothing human for miles all around. Usually, the House would struggle to cross such terrain, but I suppose the change in the path let it take a winding road through history and show me this period so far beyond what others of my same species could. Oh, what bliss!
I of course reached for my camera, which I had so recently captured a photo for you on, but could not find it anywhere on my person! Either I forgot it, or else the time transfer gobbled it whole, as sometimes happens in less traveled or new paths. Bad luck. But if that was necessary to balance out my luck of stumbling onto this untrodden path, I would gladly accept the opportunity!
So I wandered the new path slowly, taking in every detail I could. The clay orange of the trees, the bright green of the moss and the ferns that crowded underfoot. Perfection in a few steps in the woods alone.
Poetry, if I knew how to write it.
I glimpsed between the trees, a brilliant blue bird in flight, long bright feathers stretched out behind it, kite tails catching in the wind. I thought, I must be the only human to ever see such a thing. And I had heard of others traveling the House, discovering corridors such as this one, but none quite so tranquil and idyllic as this one. I worried, as I kept stepping slowly forward, that each next footfall would send me spiraling back through time to some dark Cold War USSR basement or crowded medieval Japan back alleyway or anywhere else in time more chaotic than this moment of peace, but each step brought me only more joy.
I know how the House works, if not as well as the Architect does. (She has a true understanding! As if she was born with it! Unreal, to know so well something so beyond human comprehension!) I knew, then, that at some point, at some unseen threshold between the trees, the path would continue and I would no longer be alone in this ancient realm. But so long I spent there, before my journey at last continued through time.
part three — enemy (301 words)
My next crossing was one well familiar. There are some places on the Earth where time is thin, and in those places the House constructs several thoroughfares. The Pope's palace in the Vatican City is one such place. One moment, the near silence of the forest, the next, as my foot hit now hard tile ground, a cacophony of overlapping voices, all yelling and arguing in Latin.
Honestly, that didn't help with my pinpointing the period. Latin has been the same for a long time. And I never got quite clear on when I was, even if I understood so innately where I was. How many times had I passed through this very passage, between the Pope's chambers and the Sistine Chapel, without ever entering either? How many religious arguments had I overheard?
Strange, this time, that one of the clergymen noticed me. Usually, the House's paths and their travellers are invisible to the people of the era, but in rare crossings no such barrier between the time-displaced and the real exist.
“You, girl! What are you doing here!” shouted the man, in Italian now, which I only understand but cannot speak.
“So sorry, your–” I started to respond, in Latin, but could not finish, for how are you meant to refer to bishops? (I was not raised Catholic. How am I meant to know?)
“Guards!” he cried, and I looked frantically all around as the brightly dressed soldiers descended upon us, but I kept moving forward. If I could only reach the next threshold, I would escape the danger.
I started to run, despite my heavy skirts, despite the rising panic in the bishop's voice, despite the drawing of the guards' swords.
There was no way to know if those swords could touch me, except to step in their path.
Dear Eleanor,
I’ve just finished writing my previous letter, and though I know your response will come tomorrow (oh the beauties of expedited interera post!), I simply cannot wait to relay what just happened to me to you. I know, I know, we hardly know one another yet (I’ve only read one of your letters!) yet I feel such friendship between us! Is it silly to tell you now I’ve never had a female friend? Mille doesn’t count, even when we were children he was a boy, no matter what his family said. I can’t count the Architect, either, because she is more teacher than friend. So you are my first female friend. And I feel I must tell you everything!
After signing my last letter and sealing the envelope, I immediately set towards the House’s post office. No delay allowed! It might not impact your receival of my letter, but I certainly was eager to get it stamped and on its way. On my way back, a path branched in the House (an uncommon experience, which on some occasions presents some danger but here only produced excitement for me and now you) and I stumbled into a new era!
part two — opportunity (400 words)
All around me, giant redwood trees reached towards the sky, distant and grey through the canopy above.
I knew immediately I had been transported to either the very distant past, or else the even more distant future. Nothing human for miles all around. Usually, the House would struggle to cross such terrain, but I suppose the change in the path let it take a winding road through history and show me this period so far beyond what others of my same species could. Oh, what bliss!
I of course reached for my camera, which I had so recently captured a photo for you on, but could not find it anywhere on my person! Either I forgot it, or else the time transfer gobbled it whole, as sometimes happens in less traveled or new paths. Bad luck. But if that was necessary to balance out my luck of stumbling onto this untrodden path, I would gladly accept the opportunity!
So I wandered the new path slowly, taking in every detail I could. The clay orange of the trees, the bright green of the moss and the ferns that crowded underfoot. Perfection in a few steps in the woods alone.
Poetry, if I knew how to write it.
I glimpsed between the trees, a brilliant blue bird in flight, long bright feathers stretched out behind it, kite tails catching in the wind. I thought, I must be the only human to ever see such a thing. And I had heard of others traveling the House, discovering corridors such as this one, but none quite so tranquil and idyllic as this one. I worried, as I kept stepping slowly forward, that each next footfall would send me spiraling back through time to some dark Cold War USSR basement or crowded medieval Japan back alleyway or anywhere else in time more chaotic than this moment of peace, but each step brought me only more joy.
I know how the House works, if not as well as the Architect does. (She has a true understanding! As if she was born with it! Unreal, to know so well something so beyond human comprehension!) I knew, then, that at some point, at some unseen threshold between the trees, the path would continue and I would no longer be alone in this ancient realm. But so long I spent there, before my journey at last continued through time.
part three — enemy (301 words)
My next crossing was one well familiar. There are some places on the Earth where time is thin, and in those places the House constructs several thoroughfares. The Pope's palace in the Vatican City is one such place. One moment, the near silence of the forest, the next, as my foot hit now hard tile ground, a cacophony of overlapping voices, all yelling and arguing in Latin.
Honestly, that didn't help with my pinpointing the period. Latin has been the same for a long time. And I never got quite clear on when I was, even if I understood so innately where I was. How many times had I passed through this very passage, between the Pope's chambers and the Sistine Chapel, without ever entering either? How many religious arguments had I overheard?
Strange, this time, that one of the clergymen noticed me. Usually, the House's paths and their travellers are invisible to the people of the era, but in rare crossings no such barrier between the time-displaced and the real exist.
“You, girl! What are you doing here!” shouted the man, in Italian now, which I only understand but cannot speak.
“So sorry, your–” I started to respond, in Latin, but could not finish, for how are you meant to refer to bishops? (I was not raised Catholic. How am I meant to know?)
“Guards!” he cried, and I looked frantically all around as the brightly dressed soldiers descended upon us, but I kept moving forward. If I could only reach the next threshold, I would escape the danger.
I started to run, despite my heavy skirts, despite the rising panic in the bishop's voice, despite the drawing of the guards' swords.
There was no way to know if those swords could touch me, except to step in their path.
Last edited by opheliio (March 31, 2026 03:45:51)
- opheliio
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
part four — adopt creature (400 words)
In that moment, I longed for nothing more than to never find out. In that moment, I leaped, my toe touched to the ground, and I fell to the floor of a different place, a different era, and was saved from my vicious Vatican fate.
Looking around, I was then in a beautiful and vast library, though poorly lit. Night, perhaps, or just I was too deep in the shelves for any lighting to be necessary without a keeper carrying it. I reached for a torch– flashlight, not one that literally uses fire (“A scholar of the House must always keep a light source on hand,” the Architect always says.) and shone its little round beam all around.
The shelves stretched as far as I could see, stacked with scrolls upon scrolls. I almost reached for one, before remembering another oft repeated phrase of my mentor's: “Never touch when on an unexplored path.” I suppose in the past, doing so has introduced instabilities in the House's foundation. I would never want to cause such a thing, imagine the embarrassment!
Oh, Eleanor, I have neglected your perspective here, but as I walked forward the few steps to the next turn in the House's corridor, I entered a space that made me think so immediately of you.
I turned the corner and entered your year (I know, for it was plastered all over the screens that lined the TV newsroom, proclaiming a Happy New Year, 2025). Oh, I thought then, if I wandered out from the path now, I could pay her a visit.
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.
Here reminded me of you, too, though I cannot quite place why. A zoological exhibition, someplace in Costa Rica, with injured local animals of all sorts on display for tourists to learn about them and the efforts to heal them and their habitats. I marvelled at the birds and lizards and adorable little mammals who had found a second life there, reminded of that first bird I had glimpsed through the trees.
Then, looking to the shadows near the corner of the room, I made eye contact with a skinny little black cat. Cats, they say, were the first inhabitants of the House. The scrawny little thing scowled at me, but walked up towards me, and accepted my scent as I knelt to pet her, and when I stood to leave, followed me from the room.
So I now have adopted a tiny cat, who loyally followed me through the remainder of my path home, and now sits purring at my side as I relay this tale to you.
- opheliio
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
part five — thirty minutes outside
part six — negotiation (584 words)
She's a fierce little thing, but sly in the shadows. I've always wished to name a cat something silly, with an even sillier nickname, so I am glad to at last have the chance with her. The happenings of the next crossing inspired her name.
I thought, as I stepped through the door of the zoo room, that I should be nearing the end of the House's diversion. Usually detours, or reroutes, or rearrangements don't pass through so many places, or such a variety of periods. Perhaps because I travelled them alone they were less stable? But my– our, now, with my trusty little companion at my side– our next crossing was exterior. Very rare, you must know, from the name of the House alone, which implies an interior, or the Architect, which implies architecture, as you pointed out in your first letter. Rarer to cross more than one exterior in a path, and this would be the second of three on my path.
It was a beachside, deep in the night, with a festive gathering marked by the shining of lights and sound of partygoers in the distance, up the beach a bit. My path followed the footsteps of some other, unknown traveller, though my feet shifted no sand beneath me. The cat leapt lightly across the sand, avoiding the waves when they would come up far enough to reach us.
Out in the ocean, I spotted the glow of bioluminescent creatures, lighting up the dark in a reflection of the spectacular skies above. I wondered, what lurked in those depths?
My ink-colored companion took a bit of a tumble and I laughed, scooping her up from the sand before continuing on and through an arch of branches that marked the next threshold. “Oh, you silly little squid,” I said, mind still on the ocean.
But it fits her so perfectly! So I've decided, Squid as her nickname. For her full name, I haven't quite got it down pat, but I think Little Quotidian is sweet, even if the meaning doesn't quite make sense for a cat (little daily?).
Do you have any pets? Do you like to name them? Do you have a list of names for a possible cat, as Millie keeps?
I should speed through the final few crossings, before I run out of paper and have none with which to respond to your actual letter!
We passed from one nighttime exterior to another, as we took a few quick steps between columns of a college campus, above which a waxing moon shone. Then through an abandoned mall, circa 1980s via the early 2000s, which Squid found quite intriguing. (I think she could smell the rats scurrying about, and hoped to pounce!) Then, at last, we rounded a corner into an intersection I was well familiar with, and the final few crossings were well developed and trivial to negociate.
The matter of explaining where I had been for so many hours to a quite livid Architect was not nearly so trivial. But I will not bore you by relaying our argument, which ended with me (thankfully) negociating a far lighter punishment than she originally wished to impose.
“You were quite foolish, Clara!” she said to me, and grounded me from meeting with the other students until I've finished all my coursework for the week. At least I managed to convince her I absolutely needed to write you this letter! (And that Millie was necessary for a “group research project,” hah!)
final part (209 words)
Well, that is the end of my story. I’m back, safe, warm, and fed, in my dormitory (which will be, for the next week, a bit of a prison, but I guess that’s what I get for accidentally happening off the path). I hope you don’t mind such a telling, but I only thought you might find it as fascinating as I did, to wander through time and space in such a way.
Tomorrow, I shall add a postscript with my response to your letter. I dare say it will be the most exciting thing that happens to me tomorrow, unless a delegation from the Office of Architecture visits to hear my testimony about the path I took today and has me draw a map of it. No, even that will be less exciting than hearing from you, my friend!
Until then,
Your sincere friend,
Clara Atkinson
P.S. I slept and waited through the first few hours of the day for your letter, so I could at least include some response to what you’ve written and you won’t have to only read about me me me! I won’t have the space on my allotted paper to fully answer all of your queries, but I hope you don’t mind!
part six — negotiation (584 words)
She's a fierce little thing, but sly in the shadows. I've always wished to name a cat something silly, with an even sillier nickname, so I am glad to at last have the chance with her. The happenings of the next crossing inspired her name.
I thought, as I stepped through the door of the zoo room, that I should be nearing the end of the House's diversion. Usually detours, or reroutes, or rearrangements don't pass through so many places, or such a variety of periods. Perhaps because I travelled them alone they were less stable? But my– our, now, with my trusty little companion at my side– our next crossing was exterior. Very rare, you must know, from the name of the House alone, which implies an interior, or the Architect, which implies architecture, as you pointed out in your first letter. Rarer to cross more than one exterior in a path, and this would be the second of three on my path.
It was a beachside, deep in the night, with a festive gathering marked by the shining of lights and sound of partygoers in the distance, up the beach a bit. My path followed the footsteps of some other, unknown traveller, though my feet shifted no sand beneath me. The cat leapt lightly across the sand, avoiding the waves when they would come up far enough to reach us.
Out in the ocean, I spotted the glow of bioluminescent creatures, lighting up the dark in a reflection of the spectacular skies above. I wondered, what lurked in those depths?
My ink-colored companion took a bit of a tumble and I laughed, scooping her up from the sand before continuing on and through an arch of branches that marked the next threshold. “Oh, you silly little squid,” I said, mind still on the ocean.
But it fits her so perfectly! So I've decided, Squid as her nickname. For her full name, I haven't quite got it down pat, but I think Little Quotidian is sweet, even if the meaning doesn't quite make sense for a cat (little daily?).
Do you have any pets? Do you like to name them? Do you have a list of names for a possible cat, as Millie keeps?
I should speed through the final few crossings, before I run out of paper and have none with which to respond to your actual letter!
We passed from one nighttime exterior to another, as we took a few quick steps between columns of a college campus, above which a waxing moon shone. Then through an abandoned mall, circa 1980s via the early 2000s, which Squid found quite intriguing. (I think she could smell the rats scurrying about, and hoped to pounce!) Then, at last, we rounded a corner into an intersection I was well familiar with, and the final few crossings were well developed and trivial to negociate.
The matter of explaining where I had been for so many hours to a quite livid Architect was not nearly so trivial. But I will not bore you by relaying our argument, which ended with me (thankfully) negociating a far lighter punishment than she originally wished to impose.
“You were quite foolish, Clara!” she said to me, and grounded me from meeting with the other students until I've finished all my coursework for the week. At least I managed to convince her I absolutely needed to write you this letter! (And that Millie was necessary for a “group research project,” hah!)
final part (209 words)
Well, that is the end of my story. I’m back, safe, warm, and fed, in my dormitory (which will be, for the next week, a bit of a prison, but I guess that’s what I get for accidentally happening off the path). I hope you don’t mind such a telling, but I only thought you might find it as fascinating as I did, to wander through time and space in such a way.
Tomorrow, I shall add a postscript with my response to your letter. I dare say it will be the most exciting thing that happens to me tomorrow, unless a delegation from the Office of Architecture visits to hear my testimony about the path I took today and has me draw a map of it. No, even that will be less exciting than hearing from you, my friend!
Until then,
Your sincere friend,
Clara Atkinson
P.S. I slept and waited through the first few hours of the day for your letter, so I could at least include some response to what you’ve written and you won’t have to only read about me me me! I won’t have the space on my allotted paper to fully answer all of your queries, but I hope you don’t mind!
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
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ᛝ Thank You Notes
Daily #31 › 765 words › 0 points
Write thank you notes to those who made this month unforgettable.
Note: There are a lot of TY notes, so I put every cabin in a different quote box so you can find yours easily. If you still can't find your name, you can use Ctrl+F or “Search in page” if you're in mobile to find your name.
ଳ To everyone who has participated in SWC this session:
Hello! Even though I haven't and won't write thank you notes to every single person I've seen (and, in addition, I might have forgotten about a few people) I would like to note that I appreciate all of you so much, every interaction and every comment, and without you, SWC wouldn't be the same. So thank you so much for being a part of this amazing community. I hope you had a great session!! <3
⍚ To Cyberpunk
Hello cyberrats! You are so so so amazing and I had so much fun being in Cyberpunk with you, especially during cabin wars (we are cry) and rat chaos. Thank you so much for making this session memorable! I already miss you <33. To leaders, the cabin aesthetic, thumbnails and descriptions were so amazing and the activities were really fun! Thank you for coming up with all these ideas. I hope you all had an amazing session! #CyberpunkFTW #CyberratsFTW
• Zy | Hello, #1 blahaj lover!! I had so much fun campering in your cabin this session. You are so cool and amazing! And your art is so good :000. I hope you had a great session. And please remember to get some rest after writing so much to reach your word goal! <3
• Yume | Hi Yume! Even though we haven’t interacted much this session, thank you so much for contributing to create such an iconic cabin. You are so amazing and so cool and I love your designs so much! I hope you had a great session <3
• Seagull | My amazing Seagull friend, penpal and leader! I loved campering in Cyberpunk this session. Thank you so much for being here, for contributing to create such an iconic cabin and for being my penpal! I had so much fun writing, decorating (I loved your idea btw!) and reading letters. And thank you for encouraging us campers to take care of ourselves, which is really important too! I hope you had an amazing session, looking forward to interacting more with you in the future! (And maybe stealing your identity? /probably-joking) <3
• Ava | Hi Ava! We didn’t talk much this session, but I think you’re really cool and amazing! And the fact that you did every single daily and weekly this session is impressive :000. Unfortunately, I barely had time to do weeklies and only did one :’). But anyways, I hope you had an amazing session! Thank you for being a part of the iconic cyberrat cabin
✸ To Adventure
• Chocolate | Chocolate! Thank you so much for being evil and for sending us so many wars! It motivated us to write more, and since words are turned into points at the end of the session, it got us more points! Mwahaha! /j. Now seriously, thank you so much for being so amazing and chaotic! I had a lot of fun participating in SWChaos this session. I hope you had a great month, and looking forward to leading Paranormal WUC with you!
✑ To Illu-Fi
• Surf | Hi Surf! Thank you so much for being my super cool penpal this session! I had lots of fun writing and reading your letters. I hope you had an amazing session, I'm looking forward to interacting more with you in the future and maybe chatting more about the interests we share! <3
❍ To Dystopian
• Tilly | Hi Tilly! You seem really nice! Thank you so much for encouraging me and for sending me motivation mangoes! Even though we didn't interact a lot, I appreciate your positivity. I hope you had an amazing session! Looking forward to interacting with you in future sessions <3
☾ To Lyric
• Alana | Alana! Even though we didn't really interact a lot, I'd like to thank you for all the alanachaos you caused and for being an amazing suspicious butterfly! /silly. I hope you had an amazing session, looking forward to interacting more with you in the future! <3
• Mouse | Hi Mousey! Thank you so much for not trying to eat the Cyberrats during the Rat War, when everyone was trying to cook us. Your support means a lot to us! Anyways, now seriously, thank you for being such a chaotic person. We might not have talked much, but I've stalked some of your comments ;D. I hope you had an amazing session, looking forward to interacting with you in the future <3 (also genuine question how have you written so much-)
✧ To Magreal⋅ ────── ‹ ⨳ › ────── ⋅
• Lune | Hi Lune! I had so much fun causing chaos and interacting with you this session! Thank you so much for being so amazing and chaotic. I hope you had an amazing month. Looking forward to interacting with you in the future. <33
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- Iwishihaveadog
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Scratcher
44 posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
Ahhhh… It was only 5 days but felt like 2 years already. SWC was such a good opportunity for me to stop procrastinating and increase my active level.
I’ve noticed SWC long ago, I think since August 2025, while scrolling through the Scratch forums. It, or the session, was at its planning state so I couldn’t really ask questions or join it. And I, too, was just a person who couldn’t even describe the daily life of a character without making it boring. So I was afraid to join the SWC.
And as time passed, March came. The month was something special to me because it was my birthday!! This is kind of a sad story because I set it on my profile and no one noticed. It’s not their fault tho, I am a small Scratcher. But I did get happy birthday’s 1 or 2 days after
Anyway as I desperately checked every friend I know, I stumbled upon something very interesting. I ended up at @its_aves comment session with something that looked like a roleplay. It was something like this:
“You open your eyes, and gasp. A beautiful sight befalls your eyes: shining flowers, a luminous lake, and the excited air of magic. Welcome to the Poetry Fairy Garden, your March 2026 SWC cabin! I'm Clev, and I'm one of your co-leaders, along with Isa and Leopard. You should have been invited to the Poetry cabin and the word count group; feel free to introduce yourself in the cabin! Let me know if you have any questions in the meantime. We're so excited to have you!! WOOHOO!!”
I was extremely confused at first, but after digging deeper, I realized it was no other than the Camp itself. As of mid-March, I saw no worth in me to join. But with all the courage, I signed in as a backup camper anyway. From that day on, I constantly check my mail. I also scared some people as I replied to them in 2 seconds less XD.
1 day passed, 2 days passed, 1 week passed, 1 week and a half passed, It finally came:
“The bell jingles cheerily as you walk in, welcoming you to the bakery… Hello there! I'm Chuey, leading alongside Cat ( @Catmeowlove7) and Encryn ( @28thdimension), and I'm delighted to let you know you've been sorted into Fairy Tales this session <3 You should be receiving invites to both the cabin and your WCG shortly — please let me know if you have any questions!”
You wouldn’t believe me when I say I jumped excitedly in the middle of my class. Ho, ly, Cow. It’s real. It was like I saw heaven. Even when there are 5 days left of camp, I still gratefully accept it and browse through the cabins. I made a lot of friends, took a lot of notes, tried to do a lot of dailies (only one I finished XD), and participated in every event I could. I couldn’t be happier.
But everything good has to come to an end. As I write this, I wanted to thank YOU all for creating this opportunity to gather all the Scratch writers to discuss together and get to know each other. Words cannot express how happy I am even now. I wanted to say thank you to all the hosts that created this camp. I wanted to say thank you to, you know, all the amazing friends I made along the way. And I wanted to say thank you to Chuey, Cat, and Encryn for leading our cabin and even accepted me in the first place ToT.
I know I yapped a lot in this letter, but this came from the bottom of my heart. I never wrote this long in a very long time, that showed how much I really appreciate this opportunity. You guys helped me push my confidence and courage. Thank you and write on!
(oh and how could i forget the amazing me, myself, and i for writing this letter) /jk
I’ve noticed SWC long ago, I think since August 2025, while scrolling through the Scratch forums. It, or the session, was at its planning state so I couldn’t really ask questions or join it. And I, too, was just a person who couldn’t even describe the daily life of a character without making it boring. So I was afraid to join the SWC.
And as time passed, March came. The month was something special to me because it was my birthday!! This is kind of a sad story because I set it on my profile and no one noticed. It’s not their fault tho, I am a small Scratcher. But I did get happy birthday’s 1 or 2 days after
Anyway as I desperately checked every friend I know, I stumbled upon something very interesting. I ended up at @its_aves comment session with something that looked like a roleplay. It was something like this:
“You open your eyes, and gasp. A beautiful sight befalls your eyes: shining flowers, a luminous lake, and the excited air of magic. Welcome to the Poetry Fairy Garden, your March 2026 SWC cabin! I'm Clev, and I'm one of your co-leaders, along with Isa and Leopard. You should have been invited to the Poetry cabin and the word count group; feel free to introduce yourself in the cabin! Let me know if you have any questions in the meantime. We're so excited to have you!!
WOOHOO!!”I was extremely confused at first, but after digging deeper, I realized it was no other than the Camp itself. As of mid-March, I saw no worth in me to join. But with all the courage, I signed in as a backup camper anyway. From that day on, I constantly check my mail. I also scared some people as I replied to them in 2 seconds less XD.
1 day passed, 2 days passed, 1 week passed, 1 week and a half passed, It finally came:
“The bell jingles cheerily as you walk in, welcoming you to the bakery… Hello there! I'm Chuey, leading alongside Cat ( @Catmeowlove7) and Encryn ( @28thdimension), and I'm delighted to let you know you've been sorted into Fairy Tales this session <3 You should be receiving invites to both the cabin and your WCG shortly — please let me know if you have any questions!”
You wouldn’t believe me when I say I jumped excitedly in the middle of my class. Ho, ly, Cow. It’s real. It was like I saw heaven. Even when there are 5 days left of camp, I still gratefully accept it and browse through the cabins. I made a lot of friends, took a lot of notes, tried to do a lot of dailies (only one I finished XD), and participated in every event I could. I couldn’t be happier.
But everything good has to come to an end. As I write this, I wanted to thank YOU all for creating this opportunity to gather all the Scratch writers to discuss together and get to know each other. Words cannot express how happy I am even now. I wanted to say thank you to all the hosts that created this camp. I wanted to say thank you to, you know, all the amazing friends I made along the way. And I wanted to say thank you to Chuey, Cat, and Encryn for leading our cabin and even accepted me in the first place ToT.
I know I yapped a lot in this letter, but this came from the bottom of my heart. I never wrote this long in a very long time, that showed how much I really appreciate this opportunity. You guys helped me push my confidence and courage. Thank you and write on!
(oh and how could i forget the amazing me, myself, and i for writing this letter) /jk
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
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Topic: Thankyou Notes~!
Cabin: Cyberpunk
To Zy
Zyzeryko
First of all, before we even start this, I need to tell you that your art is so scrump didili ocious that it was actually unbelievable. I could not believe that someone had drawn that. It is still such a regret that this stupid profile picture won't fit properly in the scratch profile without making it super blurry :-((( I'm so sorry I made you draw that, and I never even got to use it </3
Now, to the main part, you were SUCH an amazing leader this time! Tell me why one time I had put my words into the studio, and you literally added them like five minutes later what. You're such a hilarious person, and playing 20 questions with you was so chaotic, I had so much fun. Maybe in the (very close? :eyes) future, when I apply for leader apps, I would definitely hope to be co-leading with you! Thank you for keeping up with my word adding shenanigans to the very end </3
To Yume
yumetopia
I don't think we need an introduction, since we both absolutely CRUSHED leading dystopian last July >:-D You were, of course, an amazing leader this time too! You're such a diva, every time I click on your profile I'm reminded how absolutely cool you are <3 I'm pretty sure cyberpunk * off so many cabins and the main reason was the ragebaiting </3 Whenever I see a message from you in my inbox, I smile so wide it's literally stupid omg. Stay gold, diva, stay gold
To Seagull
Seagulling
Okay, first of all, let me just start out by saying that you are an ICON. Literally the icon of cyberpunk, I swear to god. You're so amazing and funny, I definitely needed your help during cabin wars. While I was busy stockpiling on those 3,500 words to add, you were taking care of the smaller wars, and we were completing them so fast. I'm super proud to say that my cabin has not lost a single war, and we don't even have any friends, so that says a LOT. I don't know why, but you give off the vibes of the older sister I never had (okay I need to stop before this gets to corny) KEEP FLYING AND COLLECTING THE TEA QUEEN
To Tilly
sweetcakefamily
This might be super random but I soooo loved your lore dumping! I'm always dumping lore on others and I can literally see the eye bags form in real time, this time I got to hear somebody else out! You better tag me or ping me if you ever post that story girl :0 Also, we crossed paths so many times I was starting to think you had multiple accounts :sob: Maybe we're just meant to be friends?
To Starrii
-starrii-skies-
This is once again so random </3 But whenever I messaged something in the cabin and I had that small feeling it might get ignored or get buried, how were you always there to comment the most funny or supportive stuff? One time you replied like 30 seconds later I thought I was dreaming :sob: You better keep commenting funny stuff, I don't think SWC sessions are real sessions without that <3
Also, an extra thank you for messaging me privately that day, it really made me smile very widely <3 I think that probably cheered up my mood for the rest of the day even though I was feeling very down and kind of afraid. You're so amazing!
To Silvi
silverlynx-
Dear silvi,
You are the BESTEST pen pal ever. Yes, I know that's usually my sign off, but I'm bestowing it on you today because I'm such a kind hearted soul (I know, no need to clap or anything). I hope your ankle is feeling better, and you definitely did not have to apologize for not being able to send a letter to me for the rest of the month! I had so much fun learning about you and getting to know you during the two weeks we spoke! I definitely have added The Book Theif to my to be read list, and I'm kind of motivated to start crocheting again (I will quit in two weeks I assure you </3) You're such an interesting person!!
To Lyra
Lyrids-
You're so funny please don't go bald :pray: You were literally always there in cabin wars when I thought I wasn't going to have enough words, and our combined ragebait is forever iconic. The rats WILL RULE.
Everyone from the Cyberpunk Cabin
You guys are amazing and we ARE THE BEST CABIN NEVER FORGET THAT >:-D THE RATS RULE FOREVER AND EVER
Everyone from team tide
I understood absolutely nothing from that board, but I know we lost because I forgot to add two wars from cyberpunk, and for that I am so sorry </3 You guys are crazy for understanding those rules, it gave me a headache :sob:
To everybody I might have maybe missed
I DID NOT MISS YOU ON PURPOSE I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND YOU'RE NOT ON HERE, I HAVE THE MEMORY OF A PERSON WHO'S CONSTANTLY GETTING NEW IDEAS AND HAS A LITTLE OVER 100 DRAFTS </3 I LOVE YOU ALL I DID NOT LEAVE YOU OUT ON PURPOSE <3333
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- 129waterfall
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
Thank you notes </3
General
ilyasm, this was such a fun session with all sorts of chaos. This was such a peak experience and all of you helped make it that way with your activity and silly comments. I don't always write these because there's just so so so many people I want to thank and I hate leaving people out, but I loved you all this session and currently have some motivation. xD If you're not mentioned specifically, it's nothing personal, we probably just didn't talk much! You are still very epic and cool - as of course all swcers are - and I'd love to talk to you Iand M SO SO SORRY IF YOURE NOT ON HERE <333 I did actually cut a bunch of people off, despite wanting to write thank you notes for everyone, I have an insane amount of homework and studying to do right now and really shouldn't be writing this at all
(completely serious I took out like 20 people I wanted to write to bc it's late and i have homework and tests and stuffff)
Also, these are really no particular order, I kinda just went by who I found curating all the different studios!
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Fantasy aka the best cabin
@cinammcnx
Mabel!! Thank you so much for including me in your vision for a sugar rush cabin! I'm so so happy with how it turned out. Your carts are so gorgeous and every idea worked out so well! You created such an interactive and thought out cabin that I had a blast being a part of. You were a brilliant leader which I already knew from when I was in fairy tales with you a while ago <33 I'm literally so happy that I got to be a part of this cabin!!
@dreamysolitude
Sophia! I've had such a great time with you in March whether that was us planning out Sugar Rush together, or playing Sing It and talking about CeeSHARP. We will absolutely still be up to all sorts of collaborations together in the music community in the coming months <3 You're so talented at like everything, and also are so kind to me and the campers!
@HermioneVoiceActress
Hi Herm!! I'm so glad you were in our cabin! You're genuinely the goat of voice acting, which is something I've been trying a lot more of now, and I think I met you for the first time in swc, so we're lowk in a full circle moment here xD Also ty for being my cabin wars relief by popping both when I'm online and also every morning after I finally went to sleep lol
@singing-for-fun
I'm glad we got you to join because you're SUCH an amazing writer! Every time I added one of your dailies and read it I was stunned ahaha - it must be the transferrable songwriting and writing skills, because you're so good at both. You're also just the most amazing singer with gorgeous vibrato and I've had so much fun playing Sing It with you and Sophia! On top of that, you wrote so much and helped carry the cabin lol so ty for that as well!
@MovieTheorist
I was so surprised and happy to see that you joined swc! It was so cool that you were in our cabin - you're also soo good at voice acting and singing, can't wait to make some cool music in CeeSHARP with you!
@OctopusGhost
Lazuli! You genuinely carried this whole cabin lmao - tysm for being so active and participating in everything! You seriously helped save me some cabin wars haha. I also had fun interacting with you throughout the fantasy and main cabin!
@luca–salmontree
Hiii I know we didn't talk that much but I honestly wish we had you in the cabin longer! You jumped right into all of the cabin and camp activities, and overall seemed like a really cool person, sooo yeah haha.
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non-fantasy cabins - aka still cool people but not quite as cool ;) (includes campers, leaders and hosts and speculative sposts)
@-NightGlow-
ALANA THE ICON THE QUEEN - I'm so lucky to have colead a cabin with you before! You put together suchhh a peak cabin and I'm in love with your theme. I literally have a bajillion things to thank you for ahahaha - thank you for always giving me clarification on my random questions, fixing the adding mishaps in the chaos of adding wars, hosting, updating descriptions, and causing chaos with your glorious pranks. I can't wait to see what Alana fools pranks happen tomorrow! Also, **SPOILER CAMPERS LOL** thank you for being a part of Fantasy's storyline! (Though i guess no thank you for stealing all our mentos ;D) You're so amazing at leading and organizing while making it fun for everyone, and I will actually be so so sad if you ever leave us
(which you obviously will neeever do because you're an immortal icon duh)
@mossflower29
TYSM MOSS <33 You're literally soso iconic and I am not getting over the fact that you're leaving us soon You were honestly the best pen pal, I loved how we just wrote so much stuff to each other about all sorts of random things! And yes you do have infinite wisdom I could absolutely tell. I hope everything with school goes well for you, you're going to do great things! It was amazing to yap with you about musicals, writing, school, and minecraft musicals. xD I wish I talked to you more often, and will probably come visit your profile every once in a while and yap <3
@Strawberry-Lemon
Kiara!! You're so great at creating amazing cabins AND covers! (yay vocal vanguards winner) Magreal looked absolutely insane this session and I have to say, I'm glad we were allies and not enemies xD We didn't talk as much this session but you were also such a great co when I was in your cabin previously, so I just had to write a note for you!
AmazaEevee
Eevee the icon and fellow elderly swc'er /j <333 Illufi was soso cool, despite constantly taking over the leaderboard, which tbh they probably deserved. I also maaaay have accidentally added points to illufi once but shh it never happened. It was fun to relive a little bit of the adding wars, although I don't think you'll ever top the chaos and competitiveness of the og haha. It was great seeing you all over the main cabin, and in the fantasy cabin, because you saved us SO MUCH during cabin wars, genuinely so grateful for that lol. You're the best and I hope we stay in swc despite our bad backs and old age /hj <333
@AWritingCheerleader
Isa!! Thank you for being there to have some fun adding wars with me! (Though I am a bit salty bc i think you beat me D:< /j) We pulled some very fun shenanigans around the main cabin while waiting for points to add which was absolutely a highlight of the session! You also were such a great leader for Poetry! Not to mention I always enjoy seeing your occasional covers <33
@Seagulling
SEAGULL <33 Our adding wars and occasional double adding chaos was the absolute best!! You are genuinely the adding goat idk how you do it :shrugs: - unfortunately I was always fast to reply but reload the page a bajillion times before actually adding, so I would reply first and then you would beat me to the actual adding lmao BUT ITS OK it was fun ;> ALSO you are still my tall icon (ik zy is tall too but who caresss /j) I wish to have that height and magnetic energy someday, though I fear I might fall a bit short. :sigh:
@Milkysplash
Skylar! We literally have known each other like forever and just have all the same interests haha. It's so great to always see you everywhere, and now that I'm realizing it, this was honestly SUCH a missed opportunity to be penpals for penpalswc! I probablly could've written another set of letters and we could point farm together lmao- Also you're so epic and always organizing cool things, like let's study hard - which I HAVE signed up for and you should absolutely put me in your cabin hehe - and the swc spop group that sounds so exciting! Can't wait to do more fun projects with you both within and outside of swc <33
@–tranquility
Alia <3 We didn't talk that much but you deserve such a big thank you from me and the entirety of swc, thank you for being so helpful all the time, and always answering our random daily/weekly questions lol. The polar bears in general are such an incredible group and the fact that you're able to organize all the activities is insane to me! You just radiate cool energy as well so there's that xD (cough cough spost??)
@chocolate_camps
Chocolate… *sigh* As much as I despise your endless 4.5k wars, especially when I'm the only one online, I must admit, you motivated me to write a lotttt of words with them! Plus outside of our cabin wars feuds, you're such a nice person and very talented! Hopefully we can talk more (besides, of coruse, “cabin wars! write 4500 words in the next 7 hours or lose 700 points” xD)
@sweetcakefamily
Tilly! You were such a great person to talk to, even if it was mostly towards the end of camp lol. I had a great time bandwagoning on all sorts of questions with you, like talking about how old we think people are based on their vibes, describing how we imagine everyone in our heads, and all the other fun bandwagons and shenanigans! I feel like I only interact with you within the different sessions of swc, but you're always a friendly face every session I'm in! <33
General
ilyasm, this was such a fun session with all sorts of chaos. This was such a peak experience and all of you helped make it that way with your activity and silly comments. I don't always write these because there's just so so so many people I want to thank and I hate leaving people out, but I loved you all this session and currently have some motivation. xD If you're not mentioned specifically, it's nothing personal, we probably just didn't talk much! You are still very epic and cool - as of course all swcers are - and I'd love to talk to you Iand M SO SO SORRY IF YOURE NOT ON HERE <333 I did actually cut a bunch of people off, despite wanting to write thank you notes for everyone, I have an insane amount of homework and studying to do right now and really shouldn't be writing this at all
(completely serious I took out like 20 people I wanted to write to bc it's late and i have homework and tests and stuffff)Also, these are really no particular order, I kinda just went by who I found curating all the different studios!
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Fantasy aka the best cabin
@cinammcnx
Mabel!! Thank you so much for including me in your vision for a sugar rush cabin! I'm so so happy with how it turned out. Your carts are so gorgeous and every idea worked out so well! You created such an interactive and thought out cabin that I had a blast being a part of. You were a brilliant leader which I already knew from when I was in fairy tales with you a while ago <33 I'm literally so happy that I got to be a part of this cabin!!
@dreamysolitude
Sophia! I've had such a great time with you in March whether that was us planning out Sugar Rush together, or playing Sing It and talking about CeeSHARP. We will absolutely still be up to all sorts of collaborations together in the music community in the coming months <3 You're so talented at like everything, and also are so kind to me and the campers!
@HermioneVoiceActress
Hi Herm!! I'm so glad you were in our cabin! You're genuinely the goat of voice acting, which is something I've been trying a lot more of now, and I think I met you for the first time in swc, so we're lowk in a full circle moment here xD Also ty for being my cabin wars relief by popping both when I'm online and also every morning after I finally went to sleep lol
@singing-for-fun
I'm glad we got you to join because you're SUCH an amazing writer! Every time I added one of your dailies and read it I was stunned ahaha - it must be the transferrable songwriting and writing skills, because you're so good at both. You're also just the most amazing singer with gorgeous vibrato and I've had so much fun playing Sing It with you and Sophia! On top of that, you wrote so much and helped carry the cabin lol so ty for that as well!
@MovieTheorist
I was so surprised and happy to see that you joined swc! It was so cool that you were in our cabin
- you're also soo good at voice acting and singing, can't wait to make some cool music in CeeSHARP with you!@OctopusGhost
Lazuli! You genuinely carried this whole cabin lmao - tysm for being so active and participating in everything! You seriously helped save me some cabin wars haha. I also had fun interacting with you throughout the fantasy and main cabin!
@luca–salmontree
Hiii I know we didn't talk that much but I honestly wish we had you in the cabin longer! You jumped right into all of the cabin and camp activities, and overall seemed like a really cool person, sooo yeah haha.
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non-fantasy cabins - aka still cool people but not quite as cool ;) (includes campers, leaders and hosts and speculative sposts)
@-NightGlow-
ALANA THE ICON THE QUEEN - I'm so lucky to have colead a cabin with you before! You put together suchhh a peak cabin and I'm in love with your theme. I literally have a bajillion things to thank you for ahahaha - thank you for always giving me clarification on my random questions, fixing the adding mishaps in the chaos of adding wars, hosting, updating descriptions, and causing chaos with your glorious pranks. I can't wait to see what Alana fools pranks happen tomorrow! Also, **SPOILER CAMPERS LOL** thank you for being a part of Fantasy's storyline! (Though i guess no thank you for stealing all our mentos ;D) You're so amazing at leading and organizing while making it fun for everyone, and I will actually be so so sad if you ever leave us
(which you obviously will neeever do because you're an immortal icon duh) @mossflower29
TYSM MOSS <33 You're literally soso iconic and I am not getting over the fact that you're leaving us soon
You were honestly the best pen pal, I loved how we just wrote so much stuff to each other about all sorts of random things! And yes you do have infinite wisdom I could absolutely tell. I hope everything with school goes well for you, you're going to do great things! It was amazing to yap with you about musicals, writing, school, and minecraft musicals. xD I wish I talked to you more often, and will probably come visit your profile every once in a while and yap <3@Strawberry-Lemon
Kiara!! You're so great at creating amazing cabins AND covers! (yay vocal vanguards winner) Magreal looked absolutely insane this session and I have to say, I'm glad we were allies and not enemies xD We didn't talk as much this session but you were also such a great co when I was in your cabin previously, so I just had to write a note for you!
AmazaEevee
Eevee the icon and fellow elderly swc'er /j <333 Illufi was soso cool, despite constantly taking over the leaderboard, which tbh they probably deserved. I also maaaay have accidentally added points to illufi once but shh it never happened. It was fun to relive a little bit of the adding wars, although I don't think you'll ever top the chaos and competitiveness of the og haha. It was great seeing you all over the main cabin, and in the fantasy cabin, because you saved us SO MUCH during cabin wars, genuinely so grateful for that lol. You're the best and I hope we stay in swc despite our bad backs and old age /hj <333
@AWritingCheerleader
Isa!! Thank you for being there to have some fun adding wars with me! (Though I am a bit salty bc i think you beat me D:< /j) We pulled some very fun shenanigans around the main cabin while waiting for points to add which was absolutely a highlight of the session! You also were such a great leader for Poetry! Not to mention I always enjoy seeing your occasional covers <33
@Seagulling
SEAGULL <33 Our adding wars and occasional double adding chaos was the absolute best!! You are genuinely the adding goat idk how you do it :shrugs: - unfortunately I was always fast to reply but reload the page a bajillion times before actually adding, so I would reply first and then you would beat me to the actual adding lmao BUT ITS OK it was fun ;> ALSO you are still my tall icon (ik zy is tall too but who caresss /j) I wish to have that height and magnetic energy someday, though I fear I might fall a bit short. :sigh:
@Milkysplash
Skylar! We literally have known each other like forever and just have all the same interests haha. It's so great to always see you everywhere, and now that I'm realizing it, this was honestly SUCH a missed opportunity to be penpals for penpalswc! I probablly could've written another set of letters and we could point farm together lmao- Also you're so epic and always organizing cool things, like let's study hard - which I HAVE signed up for and you should absolutely put me in your cabin hehe - and the swc spop group that sounds so exciting! Can't wait to do more fun projects with you both within and outside of swc <33
@–tranquility
Alia <3 We didn't talk that much but you deserve such a big thank you from me and the entirety of swc, thank you for being so helpful all the time, and always answering our random daily/weekly questions lol. The polar bears in general are such an incredible group and the fact that you're able to organize all the activities is insane to me! You just radiate cool energy as well so there's that xD (cough cough spost??)
@chocolate_camps
Chocolate… *sigh* As much as I despise your endless 4.5k wars, especially when I'm the only one online, I must admit, you motivated me to write a lotttt of words with them! Plus outside of our cabin wars feuds, you're such a nice person and very talented! Hopefully we can talk more (besides, of coruse, “cabin wars! write 4500 words in the next 7 hours or lose 700 points” xD)
@sweetcakefamily
Tilly! You were such a great person to talk to, even if it was mostly towards the end of camp lol. I had a great time bandwagoning on all sorts of questions with you, like talking about how old we think people are based on their vibes, describing how we imagine everyone in our heads, and all the other fun bandwagons and shenanigans! I feel like I only interact with you within the different sessions of swc, but you're always a friendly face every session I'm in! <33
Last edited by 129waterfall (April 1, 2026 03:28:55)
- Milkysplash
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
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It’s that time of the session again where I get to write my thank you notes! I got really sick and was really busy and sick at the end of last session, so this session’s thank you notes will account for this session and the people I couldn’t thank last session. I have to apologise for becoming increasingly busy recently, I didn’t realise how much A Levels and studying for them would have taken out of me these past few sessions, leaving me unable to do the merch shop for Dystopian and Action these past sessions. Chronic panic has just taken over me, and I genuinely did not expect that I’d end up pulling five hours a day studying during mocks and the lead up to mocks at all. I’m still debating whether or not to lead SWC next session since much of the leader app and planning time will be during my A Level exams, and as I have found out, I need to dedicate a lot of my time to completing them. I probably would have more time if I didn’t decide to do the insanity that is Biology, Chemistry, Maths, and Physics, but I have and so here we are.
With that ramble over, I’m going to get started with my thank-you notes! Since these account for two sessions, I’m not going to attempt to make any sort of order with them - and there are also quite a few here so if you’re looking for yours, you can just ctrl+f and search your nickname to find them <3 If you don’t appear on this list, that probably just means that we haven’t really interacted that much this session.
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Hope (euphoriafall)
Hope! I honestly cannot tell you how much you mean to me as a friend - honestly, how has it been five or six years already? And now I’m leaving school? This is actually not okay. You’ve always been a pleasure to talk to and complain to, whether that be about the differences between our countries, or throwing exam boards in our little hole. Honestly, if I didn’t decide to make you my penpal, someone else would have gotten my rambling of how absolutely terrible my exam timetable is and actually how insanely stressed I am for my A Level exams. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, and listening to my 50000 rambles about having a career crisis when my grades came back. Or just in general questioning what I want to do. (I’m still questioning what I want to do, but I’m excited to go to (REDACTED) University or (REDACTED) in September and hopefully figure out what the heck I actually want to do ^^ (you know where.)) I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you to ramble to - and then you can have me to ramble to in the future, when you’re suffering through A Level Chemistry or something. You’re also probably the person who’s going to get me through my Two Weeks of Exam Hell after May half-term, so thank you in advance for whatever rambles you have to put up with me then.
I also have to say, trying WJEC GCSE papers this session was also quite a fun thing to do, along with the incredibly aggressive blank pages, it’s really interesting to see the difference in what I consider to be A Level content being GCSE content over the border. And also it’s just been a fun experience in general. May our conversations never cease to be filled with silliness and complaining over exam boards, and may we forever still be friends <3
Also, thank you for putting up with everything I’ve dragged you into over the five years we’ve been friends. Genuinely. I don’t know how you put up with it, but you do. With that, I wish you good luck for your GCSEs, don’t panic, and I’ll always be here if you need to rant about papers!
Leopard (theleapingleopard)
LEOPARD!!! It’s been so fun getting to know you ever since July - honestly, how has the time flown by that quickly? You’ve been such a delight to go bug just about every week with updates on sixth form and A Levels, and even though we’re leaving, I hope we can still continue to talk to each other! Action and Thriller were absolutely iconic siblings in November, that sibling hangout was so amazing and probably the best sibling hangout to exist ever.
It was so fun being your secret santa this year as well, making you that piece of artwork was so fun to do and I’m so glad you enjoyed it as much as I had fun making it for you! There’s so much more that I want to say here, but I don’t know how to write it out because words are hard. It’s been such a pleasure getting to know you and I sincerely hope that this isn’t the end. <3
Yume / Airi / Himitsu (yumetopia)
THANK YOU for getting me into Project Sekai. That game has become my obsession and I can’t describe how much I absolutely love it and all the songs in it - if I hadn’t met you properly back in May (woah has it been a year already??) then I genuinely don’t know if I’d be this into J-pop or Project Sekai, giving us so much to talk about. Our chaos has always been fun to cause and seeing you online (and terrified of Encryn) has always brought a smile to my face. I hope we’ll continue to be friends for a long while yet!
Encryn (28thDimension)
*stares at you intensely*
I want every single opinion you have on the book now, please. /j
No, but seriously, it’s been quite a fun year bugging you about a certain maths book in some capacity, ever since I Parker Squared both the Action temp thumbnail and the Thrillaction supposed-to-be temp thumbnail and you found out about the existence of fun maths problems. I think at least half, or possibly all, of our conversations since September have involved me begging you to get the book in some way or form, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it. Those conversations are super fun and I hope we’ll get to discuss more interesting maths in the future, although I do have a very strong preference for applied maths, not pure (which is probably why I like Physics so much…)
Mildred (moosywoosy)
Mild red Mildsix sevendred!! It’s been such a pleasure getting to know you over the recent sessions, although I’d argue the biggest reason I know you well is Blood on the Clocktower and Project Sekai. I wanted to say thank you so much for all the memories we’ve created over the past year, whether that be some very chaotic BotC games or PJSK related shenanigans. I hope we’ll be able to talk more in the future!
Silvi (silverlynx-)
Silvi! It’s been such a pleasure to co-lead with you, both this session and last session. I’ve loved working with you planning Action and Dystopian, and your enthusiasm is always a delight to see. You’re such a hard-working person, and without you, I don’t think Dystopian or Action could have been the cabins that they were <3
Sihan (BwnnyRxbbit)
Sihan! Unfortunately I couldn’t write you a thank-you note last session since I got sick and had to immediately get swept up with revising for my mock exams, but it was such a pleasure to talk to you and co-lead with you last session. As soon as I saw your app, I pretty much knew I wanted you to be on my leadership team and I am so glad that you chose to accept my offer. It’s been such an honour getting to co-lead with you and the absolute enthusiasm you had when cabin planning. While we haven’t talked much last session, I’d like to wish you good luck in your life, wherever it may take you!
Snowy (SnowdropSugar)
Snowy! Thank you so much for making yet another incredible cabin with me this session - Lyric was iconic when we co-led that a year ago, and Dystopian was just as amazing. Clair Obscur is such an amazing video game, from the stills to the story I’ve seen - and I hope I can play it one day!
Gigi (imacreamoo)
GIGI, genuinely, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I know we haven’t spoken much this session (and you’re not even in SWC this session but you were last session and I could not write a thank-you note then), but you’ve helped me navigate sixth form life, especially when I’ve been crying in a corner about things or struggling with my parents. You’ve gotten me through so much since last January, and I wanted to thank you so much for being such a solid rock throughout a very turbulent past year. It’s been really helpful talking to someone who’s been through it all before me and you’ve had such an amazing impact on my life this past year. So, thank you so much for everything you’ve done and all the conversations we’ve had, whether that be about school, life, or other random things going on. <3
Liv (FireBlood23)
I really don’t know what to say here that really hasn't been said through other conversations or thank you notes, but I just wanted to thank you for being my friend. I know we’ve slacked off on talking to each other recently, but I hope that we can keep it up in the future! I’d absolutely hate to stop talking to you - all of our chaos and shenanigans have been really fun to do over the past year that I’ve known you.
Sage (babyoda1546)
SAGE! We didn’t manage to talk much this session but I wanted to thank you so much for putting together my birthday project last August. It was honestly so nice of you, and I almost cried reading everyone’s messages. You’re such a bright person and it’s been such a pleasure getting to know you through KUWTS or any of the other things we’ve done over the past year. It genuinely doesn’t feel like it’s been a year, but regardless. Thank you so much for everything.
Isa (AWritingCheerleader)
Isa! I would have written you a thank-you note last session, but I didn’t end up writing one. Anyways, I’d just like to thank you for being the absolutely awesome person you are. You’re always so fun to talk to, and I hope that we can keep talking in the future! I don’t know you as well as I’d like though, so I hope we get to talk even more in the future!
Eevee (AmazaEevee)
Eevee!! I can’t believe we’ve only just sort-of started talking recently despite having been in SWC for so long! I’ve seen you around so many times but we’ve never actually… talked?? This session has been so fun, especially after I got up and impulsively decided to go buy Renegades. Freaking out over Supernova was - aaaaa. Also, thank you for nagging me to practice violin! I passed my violin exam with 127/150 and a Merit, so thank you for all your little reminders throughout February and January. I hope we get to talk more in the future, and that we can know each other better!
Ivory (_click_)
Ivory - I know we haven’t spoken much this session, but there’s something I really, truly want to thank you for. Thank you for being willing to discuss medication and various other things with me over the summer and autumn, and talking with you about going on medication was one of the things that made me confident in my decision to start medication. I really did need it in the end, so thank you so much for that.
I’d like to wish you good luck for your future, and I’m so happy that you’ve gotten everything sorted out in your life now and that things have gotten better for you. I hope that we’ll be able to talk more in the future and you have such a bright future ahead of you <3
Summer (freeIy)
Have you been in SWC the past two sessions? Nope, but I’m writing you a thank you note anyways since you’re a former SWC-er <3 I wanted to say that it’s been really fun getting to know you over the past six or so months, bonding over Project Sekai and the absolutely CURSED A Level Chemistry grade boundaries/spec… Despite this, I do still find you a bit scary and intimidating - and I hope this can change! You seem like such a cool person and I’d love to get to know you better!
Also, thank you so much for talking me through how Project Sekai gachas work… they’re so confusing aaaa- manifesting good pulls (and good weather)!!
Denial (CaleMoretti)
Hi Denial! I just wanted to say it’s been a pleasure playing Blood on the Clocktower with you and also having you in my cabin twice for SWC! You’ve been such a delight to talk to and also such a great BotC storyteller, so thank you for so many great memories over the summer. I hope to see you around for many more SWC sessions yet and many more games of BotC yet.
Sandy (Sandy_Dunes)
SANDY!!! You’re such a cool and skibidi alpha person and I’m so glad we got to talk a lot more this year! You’ve set up so many fun things over the past nine months or so since we started properly talking. You’ve been such an amazing person with such a fun and skibidi personality, and I really hope I get to know you better. You’ve created so many fun things over the time I’ve known you, from the Chinese comm to SWC Writefight because character swap is such a fun SWC activity. I hope we’ll be able to talk so much more in the future, and I would love to know where life takes you!
May (ap0l0)
May aaaaa!! I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but I just wanted to say thank you for all the fun times we’ve had in our short time together - even though we both started SWC at the same time, I can’t believe that we haven’t actually talked until now. You’ve been such a delight to talk to every time I see you online, and I wanted to thank you so much for being such a lovely acquaintance to meet. I truly hope that life will bring you lots of good blessings, and that you’ll truly be able to live out your dream of living in a hobbit hole in Scotland writing books one day. <3
Elly (taylorsversion–)
Elly!! It’s been about a year since we first met, and it’s been a pleasure getting to know you better over that year! Although we’ve never really interacted much, it’s been really fun getting to read some of your writing and it was also fun being your pen pal this session! I hope we get to talk more in the future, since I’d really love to get to know you better.
Vicky (unercornshine)
Vicky!!! It was so fun getting to be your penpal this session, and I loved hearing back from you. I don’t know you as well as I’d like, and I hope we can change that in the future. You’re such an amazing person, and I love it when you cause a bit of chaos in the main cabin hehe-
Zai (Polarbear_17)
You’re not even in this session but you’re such an amazing polar bear I may as well thank you here while I can… anyways Zai, I wanted to thank you for introducing me to Blood on the Clocktower and starting various other things over the past nine months I’ve gotten to know you as a not-so-scary honorary host. I genuinely don’t know why I thought you were so scary when you’re literally this amazingly nice person with a heavy penchant for chaos. I hope we get to talk more in the future and that we’ll be able to have many more games of Blood on the Clocktower to come!
Fini (essayist)
FINI aaaaa I wanted to say thank you so much for being my friend over the past year! It’s been so fun getting to talk MUN with you and keeping you updated on the goings-on of my Secretariat and the absolutely amazing conference that ensued. I’m so glad I met you and I’m so glad I get to talk about one of my favourite activities with you, and I wish you all the best for your future, wherever that may take you. Our conversations always make me happy and I hope I’ll be able to talk to you for many years more.
Alana (-NightGlow-)
ALANA!!! I genuinely wish we could talk more but I keep on forgetting to bother people aaaa- anyways, I wanted to thank you for all the SWChaos you’ve been causing this session. SWC would definitely not have had such an iconic session if it wasn’t without all the chaos you’ve caused in the main cabin description. It was really fun seeing all the Alanachaos you’ve caused this session and you’re truly living up to the title of a tyrant <3
Jiyeon (dolphin_branding)
Jiyeon, where do I begin? Ever since you’ve been in the SWC community, you’ve been such a chaotic face to have around. If it weren’t for you, then I don’t think the past four sessions we’ve shared together would have been nearly as chaotic as they have been. I’m so sad to see you leave Scratch and I do hope we can keep talking in the future! It’s been such a pleasure to know you from dragging me into s-pop and getting me into k-pop, to co-leading Apocalyptic alongside me, you’ve truly been such an amazing chaos-causer.
Tilly (sweetcakefamily)
Tilly aaaa!! We haven’t really talked much, but whenever I see you in the main cabin, you always bring a smile to my face. Our conversations have been so nice this session, and I hope I get to talk to you more in the future <3
Waterfall (129waterfall)
I can’t believe I’ve known you for close to six years? Like what? This is genuinely insane- anyways, I wanted to say thank you for being who you are. I don’t think I’d be where I am on Scratch now if we hadn’t met six years ago or if I would even be in SWC if you hadn’t been leading Fantasy back in March 2021. I’d also like to say thank you for being someone who’s always fun to talk to, even though I don’t really bug you that much, but I’d love to talk to you more going forwards!
Ari (ariikaii)
Hi Ari! It was really fun getting to be your pen pal this session! While I couldn’t write back as often as I liked, since I was both really busy and struggled to find the right words, it’s been really fun getting to know you a bit this session! I hope to see you around for future sessions of SWC, since it’s been a delight to talk to you.
Zoe (Zoe-the-Bookworm)
ZOE!!! AAa, I apologise for not getting the penpals forum set up for us since I got really busy aaa- anyways, I just wanted to thank you for all the fun we’ve had in SWC over the past year and a bit that you’ve been in this community. You’re always a pleasure to talk to and I hope we can talk more in the future!
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Everyone Who Camped Out At My App
To everyone who camped out at my leader app, whether you were mentioned above or not, I just wanted to thank you all for all the chaos and the almost-riot that you guys caused. It was genuinely such a fun and chaotic few days to watch, and I think you guys managed to blow up my inbox more than it usually gets blown up due to being picked as leader.
The Hosts
Aaaa, you guys have done such an absolutely amazing job hosting SWC - and it’s no easy feat. Without you, and Alana especially causing all your Alanachaos, SWC this session wouldn’t be what it was. Thank you for choosing such a fun theme for the main cabin this session, thank you for organising and sorting campers, thank you for running activities and updating the description, thank you for everything.
The Polar Bears
Hi there! I wanted to thank the three of you (Alia, Ris, and Eevee) for making the activities this session so fun! I had a blast doing the weeklies and the dailies that I could, and there were some really fun ones in there! While I didn’t get to do every daily or weekly since I ended up being so busy, the dailies and weeklies that I did do were ones I mostly enjoyed (even if I had to slog a bit for some weeklies). Here’s to more sessions filled with amazing activities <3
The Leaders
What can I say? Each and every cabin this session was absolutely stunning, and all were amazingly awesome to look at, from the graphic design to the cabin storylines - each one was unique and different. While I didn’t manage to get around to stalking or honorary camping in all your cabins this session, I do know that you’ve created such a brilliant and wonderful session that will be filled with everlasting memories.
The Campers
Regardless of whether I’ve said thank you to you or not personally in this set of notes, I just wanted to thank you all for being such an amazing community of people. SWC would not exist, or be the same, without any of you guys in it. Each and every one of you brings some element of chaos to the table and I’m so happy to be in such a kind, supportive community. If it weren’t for you guys, we probably wouldn’t have nearly as much chaos as we do have, or have grown into a community of several camps inspired by SWC.
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And with that, another session has come to an end. I’ve truly loved being a part of both these SWC sessions, and the memories I’ve created with you all over these sessions. I’m debating over whether or not to apply to lead next SWC, but regardless, I’ll see you all next session or in the various camp sessions in between! You’ve all been lovely, and I’ll see loads of you around very soon <3 This session has flown by, probably because my March has been so packed with school and events, but regardless, it’s been really fun writing more this month than I have ever written in a session before. And remember to go be productive guys!
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
You stare look around in a large room and notice a girl sitting in a beanbag while drinking coffee.
She had medium length brown hair and brown eyes. She wore purple glasses and seemed to be lost in a book. You try to see the title and realize that she’s reading Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim. You clear your throat and she snaps to attention, shutting her book and setting it to the side.”
“Well, hello!” She says, “I’m Sage and welcome to my attempt to complete my word goal through thanking people! If you’re here, it probably means that I’ve really enjoyed talking to you this session or I’m just really grateful for you. Now, you can go off and scroll till you find your name, or if you want you can read this entire thing. By the way, I’m drinking a caramel macchiato from Starbucks. It’s a really good drink.” She stands and walks over to a smart tv. After fiddling with the remote a bit, she manages to turn it on and shows you a PowerPoint presentation. “Ahem,” she clears her throat, “let’s get started.” “First of all, I would like to thank the best cabin ever— adventure! Thank you for making this session one to remember! I had a lot of fun and our aesthetic was just peak. I’m so sorry for not being as active as I would have liked, Thank you (other) Sage, Em, and Pepper for leading us this session! Sage— your banners and forums are gorgeous and although they haven’t come out yet, I’m sure the profile pictures will be beautiful! I loved being in this cabin, it was perfect. The storyline, the aesthetic, the people *chef’s kiss*. I hope it to see you all in July!
Thank you Rose, Summer, Storm, Wari, Wild, and Chocolate for being amazing cabinmates (or whatever the term is) and high-key carrying us in Cabin Wars! #adventureftw.”
*clicks next slide*
“Now thank you to our amazing siblings, Illu-Fi! You guys always win in my heart <3 (also, drink water, Luna)”
*clicks next slide*
“Now to our other sibling: Fairy Tales! Thank you for being an amazing sibling and having a really cool thumbnail <yes I’m sorry I couldn’t think of more than that, it’s late, alright?>”
*clickity click*
“Thirdly, Lyric! You guys had literally the best theme ever (welll second to adventure’s) and were super fun. Although I’m not sure if we’re still allies after that 4k war Alana sent us. Thank you anyways. Also, justice for How It’s Done.”
*next slide*
“Ah yes, paranormal! I originally wanted to be in this cabin, but you know I like adventure. Nevertheless, you guys had an absolutely amazing and creative theme and are really cool in general. Thanks for that.”
*this is getting boring just writing click so I may start singing Golden*
“Also my fingers are starting to hurt so I’m just going to thank our neutrals: Dystopian, Magical realism, and Poetry. And our fated enemies: Cyberpunk and Fantasy. You all made this session fun (especially during Cabin Wars).
Now time for personal thank you notes!”
*Clicks while singing soda pop*
“Thank you Saffron for being an amazing penpal! I had an amazing time getting to know you. I hope we can keep in touch because you’re just such a fun and cool person. Hopefully you’ll be at the next SWC session and maybe we can be penpals again
Thank you Robyn! I had an amazing time talking to you and being your penpal! You’re honestly so interesting and I love all the fun facts about your life! I hope you have an amazing year and I hope to see you in July!”
*switches slides*
Thank you Alana, Rockie, Moss and Ave for running this month’s session. I had so much fun and I know it wouldn’t have happened without you guys. Thank you to the Polar Bear activity team (Alia, Ris, and Eevee) for all the fun dailies and weeklies and cabin war prompts, etc. I can’t even list everything you’ve done because you’ve done SO MUCH!
Thanks again Alana for the main cabin cover.”
Sage stops talking and smiles at you. “I think that’s it and it brings me to a bit over 700 and something words! Let me know if I missed you so I can add you right in! Even if I didn’t mention you, I’m so grateful for every single one of you! Each and every person had a huge role in making this an amazing SWC session. Thank you for making it a fun, enjoyable, and exciting session. I hope you see you all in July. Peace out my friends <3”
With that, she walks over to her bookshelf, grabs a book, and settles back into her beanbag.
800 words
“Well, hello!” She says, “I’m Sage and welcome to my attempt to complete my word goal through thanking people! If you’re here, it probably means that I’ve really enjoyed talking to you this session or I’m just really grateful for you. Now, you can go off and scroll till you find your name, or if you want you can read this entire thing. By the way, I’m drinking a caramel macchiato from Starbucks. It’s a really good drink.” She stands and walks over to a smart tv. After fiddling with the remote a bit, she manages to turn it on and shows you a PowerPoint presentation. “Ahem,” she clears her throat, “let’s get started.” “First of all, I would like to thank the best cabin ever— adventure! Thank you for making this session one to remember! I had a lot of fun and our aesthetic was just peak. I’m so sorry for not being as active as I would have liked, Thank you (other) Sage, Em, and Pepper for leading us this session! Sage— your banners and forums are gorgeous and although they haven’t come out yet, I’m sure the profile pictures will be beautiful! I loved being in this cabin, it was perfect. The storyline, the aesthetic, the people *chef’s kiss*. I hope it to see you all in July!
Thank you Rose, Summer, Storm, Wari, Wild, and Chocolate for being amazing cabinmates (or whatever the term is) and high-key carrying us in Cabin Wars! #adventureftw.”
*clicks next slide*
“Now thank you to our amazing siblings, Illu-Fi! You guys always win in my heart <3 (also, drink water, Luna)”
*clicks next slide*
“Now to our other sibling: Fairy Tales! Thank you for being an amazing sibling and having a really cool thumbnail <yes I’m sorry I couldn’t think of more than that, it’s late, alright?>”
*clickity click*
“Thirdly, Lyric! You guys had literally the best theme ever (welll second to adventure’s
) and were super fun. Although I’m not sure if we’re still allies after that 4k war Alana sent us. Thank you anyways. Also, justice for How It’s Done.”*next slide*
“Ah yes, paranormal! I originally wanted to be in this cabin, but you know I like adventure. Nevertheless, you guys had an absolutely amazing and creative theme and are really cool in general. Thanks for that.”
*this is getting boring just writing click so I may start singing Golden*
“Also my fingers are starting to hurt so I’m just going to thank our neutrals: Dystopian, Magical realism, and Poetry. And our fated enemies: Cyberpunk and Fantasy. You all made this session fun (especially during Cabin Wars).
Now time for personal thank you notes!”
*Clicks while singing soda pop*
“Thank you Saffron for being an amazing penpal! I had an amazing time getting to know you. I hope we can keep in touch because you’re just such a fun and cool person. Hopefully you’ll be at the next SWC session and maybe we can be penpals again
Thank you Robyn! I had an amazing time talking to you and being your penpal! You’re honestly so interesting and I love all the fun facts about your life! I hope you have an amazing year and I hope to see you in July!”
*switches slides*
Thank you Alana, Rockie, Moss and Ave for running this month’s session. I had so much fun and I know it wouldn’t have happened without you guys. Thank you to the Polar Bear activity team (Alia, Ris, and Eevee) for all the fun dailies and weeklies and cabin war prompts, etc. I can’t even list everything you’ve done because you’ve done SO MUCH!
Thanks again Alana for the main cabin cover.”
Sage stops talking and smiles at you. “I think that’s it and it brings me to a bit over 700 and something words! Let me know if I missed you so I can add you right in! Even if I didn’t mention you, I’m so grateful for every single one of you! Each and every person had a huge role in making this an amazing SWC session. Thank you for making it a fun, enjoyable, and exciting session. I hope you see you all in July. Peace out my friends <3”
With that, she walks over to her bookshelf, grabs a book, and settles back into her beanbag.
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SWC Megathread ࿔*:ଳ･ March 2026
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everyone
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