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- KitVMH
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
July 2 Daily – Misheard Lyrics
517 words
If you’re thinking about giving yourself bangs, don’t. Ask me how I know. Actually, please don’t ask; save me the embarrassment of telling this story yet again.
Reactions upon seeing me have ranged from “Oh no, what happened?” to straight-up laughing in my face. Whenever possible I hide it under a hat with the help of every bobby pin in my house.
There are too many terrible things about it to list — for one, I have a job interview in a week. And I don’t have any decent hats. It’s either John Deere baseball cap I got for free at the state fair, totally out-of-season winter hat, or the beret I thought was cool when I was ten. None of those scream cool, much less professionalism.
Also, apparently I’m no longer able to judge anyone else for anything without someone using it against me. Like, take this conversation from the other day. I said to Brayden, “Are you actually wearing socks with sandals?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“That’s, like, a cardinal sin of fashion. You can’t be serious.”
“At least my hair doesn’t look like it was attacked by a rabid squirrel.”
You see how it is?
Apparently I didn’t just lose my fashion-judging privilege, though; I lost my having-an-opinion-on-anything privilege.
Oliver had some extra fireworks left from the 4th of July, and we’d already set plenty off in his yard and at the park. We were talking about what to do with them, and Jessie suggested we set them off in this abandoned storefront. We’ve broken in there before, scribbled some dumb graffitti inside, but it wasn’t very interesting. Anyway, everyone else decided setting fireworks off there was a hilarious idea. I knew it was dumb from the start, but I didn’t have anything better to do (or I had a lot of better things to do, but none that would make a good excuse). And, stupid as it was, I didn’t want to miss out.
I did try to talk them out of it. “This is like, super illegal. Breaking and entering— heck, setting off fireworks at all—”
“You know literally no one gets in trouble for that,” said Oliver. “No one cares.”
“Yeah, I have a neighbor who’s a cop and he sets them off every year,” added Brayden.
“Yeah, but breaking and entering? Destruction of property? Pretty sure we could go to jail for this.”
“It’ll be fine, no one will catch us,” said Jessie.
“This is such a bad idea,” I told them for the third time.
“Says the girl who tried to cut her own bangs.”
“Yes, and even I can see this is stupid!”
I lost the argument. But Jessie’s hair didn’t look so good either after that night, and I’ve never smelled anything worse than burnt hair.
Obviously I’m glad I made it out without a criminal record, but it’s almost a shame they didn’t get caught either. They totally deserved it, with how bad the fire got, and while the boys made it out unfairly unscathed, it would’ve been pretty funny if Jessie had a mugshot looking like that.
Today, imagine one of your most egregious misheard lyrics as a title, and write 500 words using it as a prompt. Doing this will earn your cabin 600 points, and you can earn an additional 200 points if you share proof.Lyric: “I can’t say nothin’ with this hair” (actual lyric: “I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here,” from “Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys)
517 words
If you’re thinking about giving yourself bangs, don’t. Ask me how I know. Actually, please don’t ask; save me the embarrassment of telling this story yet again.
Reactions upon seeing me have ranged from “Oh no, what happened?” to straight-up laughing in my face. Whenever possible I hide it under a hat with the help of every bobby pin in my house.
There are too many terrible things about it to list — for one, I have a job interview in a week. And I don’t have any decent hats. It’s either John Deere baseball cap I got for free at the state fair, totally out-of-season winter hat, or the beret I thought was cool when I was ten. None of those scream cool, much less professionalism.
Also, apparently I’m no longer able to judge anyone else for anything without someone using it against me. Like, take this conversation from the other day. I said to Brayden, “Are you actually wearing socks with sandals?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“That’s, like, a cardinal sin of fashion. You can’t be serious.”
“At least my hair doesn’t look like it was attacked by a rabid squirrel.”
You see how it is?
Apparently I didn’t just lose my fashion-judging privilege, though; I lost my having-an-opinion-on-anything privilege.
Oliver had some extra fireworks left from the 4th of July, and we’d already set plenty off in his yard and at the park. We were talking about what to do with them, and Jessie suggested we set them off in this abandoned storefront. We’ve broken in there before, scribbled some dumb graffitti inside, but it wasn’t very interesting. Anyway, everyone else decided setting fireworks off there was a hilarious idea. I knew it was dumb from the start, but I didn’t have anything better to do (or I had a lot of better things to do, but none that would make a good excuse). And, stupid as it was, I didn’t want to miss out.
I did try to talk them out of it. “This is like, super illegal. Breaking and entering— heck, setting off fireworks at all—”
“You know literally no one gets in trouble for that,” said Oliver. “No one cares.”
“Yeah, I have a neighbor who’s a cop and he sets them off every year,” added Brayden.
“Yeah, but breaking and entering? Destruction of property? Pretty sure we could go to jail for this.”
“It’ll be fine, no one will catch us,” said Jessie.
“This is such a bad idea,” I told them for the third time.
“Says the girl who tried to cut her own bangs.”
“Yes, and even I can see this is stupid!”
I lost the argument. But Jessie’s hair didn’t look so good either after that night, and I’ve never smelled anything worse than burnt hair.
Obviously I’m glad I made it out without a criminal record, but it’s almost a shame they didn’t get caught either. They totally deserved it, with how bad the fire got, and while the boys made it out unfairly unscathed, it would’ve been pretty funny if Jessie had a mugshot looking like that.
Last edited by KitVMH (July 2, 2026 23:32:06)
- euphoriafall
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
daily 02/07
527 words
“Commiserate”
Tingen City, Blackthorn Security Company
It is ten minutes after the True Creator, and Leonard shakes himself out of his dazed panic, amidst crowds of Machinery Hivemind and Mandated Punishers. Their unfamiliar faces and colours all blurring into one hazy fog, crowding around Leonard, and he hears the words “only survivor”, and his blood runs cold.
What?
It is twenty minutes after the True Creator, and Leonard watches the Captain and Klein's Beyonder characteristics slowly take form, above their cooling bodies. His ruffled shirt is painted red with the blood of his companions — it has dug under his nails and soaked into his skin and his only thoughts are, Don't let them be taken away. Don't let them be gone.
When the other Beyonders aren't looking, Leonard grabs the Beyonder characteristics and gently slips them into his pocket. Cool to the touch, they slide smoothly on Leonard's palm. The sudden disappearance of the characteristics is undoubtedly noticed. Perhaps nobody really has the heart to stop Leonard, not when he stands frozen and hollowed out in the middle of the room.
There is nothing left in him to put up a fight when they take out the bodies.
It is a week after the True Creator, and Leonard spends his time walking the city. He's shirking all of his responsibilities, as a Nighthawk, but there's something about being the only survivor of an attempted descent of the True Creator, which means others offer you some lenience. Besides, he won't be part of the Tingen Nighthawks for much longer.
His mindless path takes him past Daffodil Street, and he remembers Klein, the soft-eyed scholar describing his family with love shining in his eyes and light illuminating him from behind, robing him in a warm glow.
“And Benson, well…” Klein's mild voice becomes a constant, low hum of noise as Leonard gaze pins down Klein, greedily drinking in the small curve of his eyebrows, the golden brown of his eyes, the slight wave in his hair.
Leonard sighs, content. He doesn't think Klein knows about the poems he's written about him, the sonnets he's memorised in case he ever gets the opportunity to regale him, the constant longing in his heart to stay by Klein's side. But that's okay, because there's always tomorrow. His deer Seer will still be here tomorrow — tomorrow, another new chance.
“Klein…” Leonard's melodious drawl fills the empty space.
“Yes?” Klein asks. “My dear poet?”
Leonard chuckles. “Nothing. I just wanted to hear that from you again.” In actuality, he had just forgotten hat he had wnted to say to Klein., but he had the inexplicable thought to hear Klein say something to him again.
And then it goes something like this, he thinks.
“Klein.” The room falls quiet. Only the rustling of leaves outside provides a soothing noise.
“Yes?” His dear Seer's expression is just so innocent, so unsuspecting.
Leonard smiles his familiar soft smirk, reaches out his hand to flick at Klein's cheek like he habitually does.
His red-gloved hand — odd, he doesn't remember putting gloves on, it's rather warm — reaches up to Klein's face, and
passes right through into the cooling evening air.
527 words
SPOILERS: LORD OF THE MYSTERIES VOLUME 1
alternate universe where klein also died
“Commiserate”
Tingen City, Blackthorn Security Company
It is ten minutes after the True Creator, and Leonard shakes himself out of his dazed panic, amidst crowds of Machinery Hivemind and Mandated Punishers. Their unfamiliar faces and colours all blurring into one hazy fog, crowding around Leonard, and he hears the words “only survivor”, and his blood runs cold.
What?
It is twenty minutes after the True Creator, and Leonard watches the Captain and Klein's Beyonder characteristics slowly take form, above their cooling bodies. His ruffled shirt is painted red with the blood of his companions — it has dug under his nails and soaked into his skin and his only thoughts are, Don't let them be taken away. Don't let them be gone.
When the other Beyonders aren't looking, Leonard grabs the Beyonder characteristics and gently slips them into his pocket. Cool to the touch, they slide smoothly on Leonard's palm. The sudden disappearance of the characteristics is undoubtedly noticed. Perhaps nobody really has the heart to stop Leonard, not when he stands frozen and hollowed out in the middle of the room.
There is nothing left in him to put up a fight when they take out the bodies.
It is a week after the True Creator, and Leonard spends his time walking the city. He's shirking all of his responsibilities, as a Nighthawk, but there's something about being the only survivor of an attempted descent of the True Creator, which means others offer you some lenience. Besides, he won't be part of the Tingen Nighthawks for much longer.
His mindless path takes him past Daffodil Street, and he remembers Klein, the soft-eyed scholar describing his family with love shining in his eyes and light illuminating him from behind, robing him in a warm glow.
“And Benson, well…” Klein's mild voice becomes a constant, low hum of noise as Leonard gaze pins down Klein, greedily drinking in the small curve of his eyebrows, the golden brown of his eyes, the slight wave in his hair.
Leonard sighs, content. He doesn't think Klein knows about the poems he's written about him, the sonnets he's memorised in case he ever gets the opportunity to regale him, the constant longing in his heart to stay by Klein's side. But that's okay, because there's always tomorrow. His deer Seer will still be here tomorrow — tomorrow, another new chance.
“Klein…” Leonard's melodious drawl fills the empty space.
“Yes?” Klein asks. “My dear poet?”
Leonard chuckles. “Nothing. I just wanted to hear that from you again.” In actuality, he had just forgotten hat he had wnted to say to Klein., but he had the inexplicable thought to hear Klein say something to him again.
And then it goes something like this, he thinks.
“Klein.” The room falls quiet. Only the rustling of leaves outside provides a soothing noise.
“Yes?” His dear Seer's expression is just so innocent, so unsuspecting.
Leonard smiles his familiar soft smirk, reaches out his hand to flick at Klein's cheek like he habitually does.
His red-gloved hand — odd, he doesn't remember putting gloves on, it's rather warm — reaches up to Klein's face, and
passes right through into the cooling evening air.
Last edited by euphoriafall (July 2, 2026 23:39:49)
- 129waterfall
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
daily number twoooo
500 words exactlyyy
“gotta love those starbucks lovers”
Dear Diary,
Today was a very interesting day. I wouldn't say it was fun, but if there's one thing I've learned? You gotta love those starbucks lovers. Well, let's take it from the beginning. I had woken up late and was scrambling to get breakfast before I had to show up to class. Usually I cannot survive going to class on an empty stomach, it's just too draining. Of course, this made me late. So, guess who called me out for it in front of the entire class? My teacher, of course. It's not like I was even /that/ late, only like, ten minutes. We're there for six hours not including lunch, so it really doesn't mean much. Of course, he has this whole theory that your lateness affects everyone in the class, so when you're one minute late, you're actually twenty minutes late. Ugh. Whatever, I make it through. After that, I'm excited to go to my quiet spot and read. There's this little nook in a quiet area near my classes. But guess what? Somebody had CRASHED A CAR INTO IT. No, I'm not making this up. Somebody genuinely drove their silver nissan straight into my favorite spot. So of course, the cops and administration were allll over it, and wouldn't even let me near the place! All the other spots near and around the building? Nope, couldn't go there either. They literally just blocked off that whole side of campus, leaving me only the loud spaces to read or chill. So you know what I did? I gave up. I gave up on relaxation for the day, and figured I would just start over with a drink from Starbucks, and move on with my life, finish what I need to, and get to bed. As I got in the line for Starbucks, which was super long, because… of course it is, everything is going wrong for me today, I felt rather antsy. And I really don't know what it was, but the girl next to me was friendly, and I just started spilling my whole story to me. Her name was Alice, and she was very nice. She had blonde, straight hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. She was wearing these light jeans with cool embroidery on them, and a sage green T-shirt. Anyway, she was super sympathetic to my whole day! And the girl behind her started to chime in too, and same with the old guy in front of me with glasses, and the student there working on his thesis. All these people that I had never met before at a starbucks were just comforting me about my day and sharing their stories. Sooo yeah, gotta love those starbucks customers, they surprisingly really know how to cheer you up! After that, the rest of the day was pretty normal, I just finished some assignments for that dreadful teacher and watched a movie to make myself feel a bit better. Hopefully it goes better tomorrow!
Signed,
Sophie
500 words exactlyyy
“gotta love those starbucks lovers”
Dear Diary,
Today was a very interesting day. I wouldn't say it was fun, but if there's one thing I've learned? You gotta love those starbucks lovers. Well, let's take it from the beginning. I had woken up late and was scrambling to get breakfast before I had to show up to class. Usually I cannot survive going to class on an empty stomach, it's just too draining. Of course, this made me late. So, guess who called me out for it in front of the entire class? My teacher, of course. It's not like I was even /that/ late, only like, ten minutes. We're there for six hours not including lunch, so it really doesn't mean much. Of course, he has this whole theory that your lateness affects everyone in the class, so when you're one minute late, you're actually twenty minutes late. Ugh. Whatever, I make it through. After that, I'm excited to go to my quiet spot and read. There's this little nook in a quiet area near my classes. But guess what? Somebody had CRASHED A CAR INTO IT. No, I'm not making this up. Somebody genuinely drove their silver nissan straight into my favorite spot. So of course, the cops and administration were allll over it, and wouldn't even let me near the place! All the other spots near and around the building? Nope, couldn't go there either. They literally just blocked off that whole side of campus, leaving me only the loud spaces to read or chill. So you know what I did? I gave up. I gave up on relaxation for the day, and figured I would just start over with a drink from Starbucks, and move on with my life, finish what I need to, and get to bed. As I got in the line for Starbucks, which was super long, because… of course it is, everything is going wrong for me today, I felt rather antsy. And I really don't know what it was, but the girl next to me was friendly, and I just started spilling my whole story to me. Her name was Alice, and she was very nice. She had blonde, straight hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. She was wearing these light jeans with cool embroidery on them, and a sage green T-shirt. Anyway, she was super sympathetic to my whole day! And the girl behind her started to chime in too, and same with the old guy in front of me with glasses, and the student there working on his thesis. All these people that I had never met before at a starbucks were just comforting me about my day and sharing their stories. Sooo yeah, gotta love those starbucks customers, they surprisingly really know how to cheer you up! After that, the rest of the day was pretty normal, I just finished some assignments for that dreadful teacher and watched a movie to make myself feel a bit better. Hopefully it goes better tomorrow!
Signed,
Sophie
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Scratcher
73 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
When my baby girl’s away (maggots for brains)
Elia sits at home, glancing fervently at the clock over and over again.
3 hours left.
2 hours and 58 minutes.
2 hours and 45 minutes.
“Argh!” She growled, tearing her her hands through her hair. This was agonizing. Besides, she was being stupid.
It had only been two weeks since she had seen her best friend, Amile. She shouldn’t be this restless. She resisted the urge to grab her phone and tell Amile that she was coming over early. She could wait 2 hours and… 30 minutes.
Amile and Elia had been friends since they were kids. Now that they were both adults, the only difference was that they no longer had to pass their hang out propositions through their mothers.
They usually hung out all the time, but for the past fortnight, Amile had been in Tokyo for a game convention. Amile was an avid gamer, the stark difference to Elia’s love for nature. They hadn’t called much, only once or twice, because Amile was doing… whatever it is gamers do at convention. Today, they were finally meeting up at their favorite coffee shop: The Honeybee Cafe.
The time without Amile had been boring and treacherous. Elia had felt as if she had maggots for brains. Her phone pinged. She glanced down at it and grinned when she noticed that Amile has sent her a message.
Amile: Heyy <3 wanna maybeeee meet up earlier? I’m honestly so excited to see you hehe
Yes! Elia’s thumbs flew across the screen in record time.
Elia: Ofccc!!! 1 hour?
Amile: *thumbs up*
~ 1 hour later ~
“ELIA!”
Elia’s head snapped toward the crisp British accent. “AMILE!” She replied, with just as much enthusiasm. “How’s it been, bbg?”
Amile hugged her. “Tokyo was amazing. Come on in, I can show you pics.”
Amile talks avidly as she flips through her phone. “Oh and I got so many pictures with Pokémon mascots!” She shows Elia a picture of her standing with a Pikachu. “It was amazing! But I missed you so much.”
“Same,” Elia replied. “I was so glad when you texted about meeting earlier. I was just thinking about it.”
Amile flashed a metal smile. “Oh I forgot to tell you!” She exclaimed. She ran her fingers over her braces. “I’m getting these removed.”
“Yay!” Elia replied.
Amile laughed. “I know right?” She said, “I can finally go out without having my middle-school smile.”
Elia rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I like your smile. But I’m happy for you.”
Amile patted her shoulder. “Tell me about your past two weeks! What did you do?”
Elia shrugged. “Not much,” she admitted, “I missed you, I went on a few hikes. Played my piano. I’m honestly so ready for school to start again.”
“Yes!” Amile gushed, “We’re going to be sophomores! That sounds so surreal.”
Elia nodded in agreement. “I’m so happy to see you again. I’m just not the same when you go away.”
Amile nodded sagely. “Yes and I am not the same when I leave my baby girl here.”
Elia burst into laughter and Amile joined her. It really was good, being reunited.
523 words
- CaleMoretti
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Scratcher
29 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily Day 2!
834 words
Real Lyrics: No idea lol it's edm
Misheard: Corn flakes lets go
Real lyrics: Burn my dread (Burn my dread, persona 3)
Misheard: Burn my bread (I SWEAR she does NOT say “burn my dread” in that song).
Old Neil stood at the wood-ingrained counter, humming a short tune with a self-satisfied smile plastered on his face. Rozanne watched with a slightly worried as the steady stream of grains rang against the ceramic bowl.
“Uhh Neil you do know that we got those for the entire force?”
Old Neil let out a slight chuckle.
“Ahh dear Rozanne do not worry I will replenish them when I go out today. Besides, the great Roselle would approve of my actions! After all, he is the one who introduced such commodities to the common workplace. Let's hear it for ‘Corn Flakes’!” He raised his spoon in celebration and let out a hearty laugh.
All Rozanne could do was chuckle at the old timers antics. As oncoming footsteps poured through the door, the pair quited down to allow for the captain's daily morning briefing. Neil didn't miss the slight smirk the poet gave him upon looking at his bowl, and gave a carefree grin back. The captain ended his remarks.
“Alright that's all for today.”
The group stood still as the captain walked back to his office, his trench coat flowing behind him. He stopped and looked back.
“Oh I almost forgot. Royale you're on Chanis gate duty today.”
“Yes captain.”
As he strode back to his office. the group collectively counted to 10 and dispersed.
Rozanne motioned towards the group as they entered the commonroom to find Neil digging in. The poet and newbie went off together to the library while Royale and Kenley stayed for a light breakfast. Frye was about to leave when Rozanne motioned towards him.
“Hey Frye, come here I want to talk to you all about something.”
Frye listlestly walked towards the common table, just in time to hear Royale reprehending Kenley.
“Really Kenley? How did you even burn my bread? The fireplace wasn't fed that well.”
“Ah, sorry Ma'am- I mean Royale!” The young adult shrunk back from the figure of impending doom rising above him. He made the mistake of looking up, only to find red, gleaming eyes.
“Just how old do you think I am?”
“Royale, leave the kid alone.” Neil smiled and waved his spoon up. “He still has many healthy years to live without your intervention!”
“Neil. You do know you're one of the reasons why this happened right.” Kenley was temporarily spared from Royale's fury.
“All in a good days work!”
Royale stopped and gave Old Neil a wary expression. “What does that even mean.”
“It means…” Neil donned a serious expression and pushed up his glasses, a tiny glint coming from the spectacles.
“Kenley! Every man for himself!” Neil quickly sat up and started to run out of the common room, with Kenley trailing a few steps behind. Their chairs toppled back as the pair left a small trail of burnt breadcrumbs and cereal.
“Why you- Get over here alchemist!”
Royale motioned to follow, her silver hair flowing behind her.
Rozanne looked at the two with wonder, before looking back to the novelist and calling out to her before she could follow the pair.
“Wait! I wanted to talk to you guys about Leonard and Klein.”
Royale froze, while Frye looked towards Rozanne with a hint of curiosity. Taking her chance, the receptionist continued.
“Have you noticed the two seem a little… closer?”
The novelist and dienary looked towards her with a look of puzzlement on their faces.
“You really stopped me for this?”
Rozanne jumped in her seat for a second. “Ah! Uh… not really I was going to ask the other two as well but you kind of scared them off…”
“She does have a point Royale. They have been spending most of their time together.”
Rozanne gave a look of appreciation and took the opportunity Frye gave her. “Do you think… they could be…” Her voice trailed off as Leonard and Klein entered the room to a deafening silence. Klein looked around the room nervously, before looking down to see if his unifrom was wrinkled.
“… did something happen? Why is everyone-”
Leonard squinted his eyes towards the pantry with a look of suspicion before interrupting Klein. “Hey who took all of the cereal?”
Perplexed, Klein turned to face Leonard. “Huh, didn't we just restock it not too long ago?”
“Yes… this calls for some detective work. My dear seer, we need to figure out what happened to the corn flakes. Lets go.”
Klein looked towards Leonard with a dissapointed look on his face.
“Ah, but I wanted to grab a pastry or two-”
“No time to waste! Let's go!” Leonard dragged him out of the room against Klein's protests.
Royale, Frye, and Rozanne all looked towards each other, each having a small grin forming on the corner of their lips. Finally, Royale exclaimed triumphantly, a hint of amusement and anticipation in her eyes.
“I finally have new story material!”
Across the hall Neil and Kenley poked their heads out the cellar door.
“Hoo, looks like we survived this time Kenley!”
834 words
Real Lyrics: No idea lol it's edm
Misheard: Corn flakes lets go
Real lyrics: Burn my dread (Burn my dread, persona 3)
Misheard: Burn my bread (I SWEAR she does NOT say “burn my dread” in that song).
Old Neil stood at the wood-ingrained counter, humming a short tune with a self-satisfied smile plastered on his face. Rozanne watched with a slightly worried as the steady stream of grains rang against the ceramic bowl.
“Uhh Neil you do know that we got those for the entire force?”
Old Neil let out a slight chuckle.
“Ahh dear Rozanne do not worry I will replenish them when I go out today. Besides, the great Roselle would approve of my actions! After all, he is the one who introduced such commodities to the common workplace. Let's hear it for ‘Corn Flakes’!” He raised his spoon in celebration and let out a hearty laugh.
All Rozanne could do was chuckle at the old timers antics. As oncoming footsteps poured through the door, the pair quited down to allow for the captain's daily morning briefing. Neil didn't miss the slight smirk the poet gave him upon looking at his bowl, and gave a carefree grin back. The captain ended his remarks.
“Alright that's all for today.”
The group stood still as the captain walked back to his office, his trench coat flowing behind him. He stopped and looked back.
“Oh I almost forgot. Royale you're on Chanis gate duty today.”
“Yes captain.”
As he strode back to his office. the group collectively counted to 10 and dispersed.
Rozanne motioned towards the group as they entered the commonroom to find Neil digging in. The poet and newbie went off together to the library while Royale and Kenley stayed for a light breakfast. Frye was about to leave when Rozanne motioned towards him.
“Hey Frye, come here I want to talk to you all about something.”
Frye listlestly walked towards the common table, just in time to hear Royale reprehending Kenley.
“Really Kenley? How did you even burn my bread? The fireplace wasn't fed that well.”
“Ah, sorry Ma'am- I mean Royale!” The young adult shrunk back from the figure of impending doom rising above him. He made the mistake of looking up, only to find red, gleaming eyes.
“Just how old do you think I am?”
“Royale, leave the kid alone.” Neil smiled and waved his spoon up. “He still has many healthy years to live without your intervention!”
“Neil. You do know you're one of the reasons why this happened right.” Kenley was temporarily spared from Royale's fury.
“All in a good days work!”
Royale stopped and gave Old Neil a wary expression. “What does that even mean.”
“It means…” Neil donned a serious expression and pushed up his glasses, a tiny glint coming from the spectacles.
“Kenley! Every man for himself!” Neil quickly sat up and started to run out of the common room, with Kenley trailing a few steps behind. Their chairs toppled back as the pair left a small trail of burnt breadcrumbs and cereal.
“Why you- Get over here alchemist!”
Royale motioned to follow, her silver hair flowing behind her.
Rozanne looked at the two with wonder, before looking back to the novelist and calling out to her before she could follow the pair.
“Wait! I wanted to talk to you guys about Leonard and Klein.”
Royale froze, while Frye looked towards Rozanne with a hint of curiosity. Taking her chance, the receptionist continued.
“Have you noticed the two seem a little… closer?”
The novelist and dienary looked towards her with a look of puzzlement on their faces.
“You really stopped me for this?”
Rozanne jumped in her seat for a second. “Ah! Uh… not really I was going to ask the other two as well but you kind of scared them off…”
“She does have a point Royale. They have been spending most of their time together.”
Rozanne gave a look of appreciation and took the opportunity Frye gave her. “Do you think… they could be…” Her voice trailed off as Leonard and Klein entered the room to a deafening silence. Klein looked around the room nervously, before looking down to see if his unifrom was wrinkled.
“… did something happen? Why is everyone-”
Leonard squinted his eyes towards the pantry with a look of suspicion before interrupting Klein. “Hey who took all of the cereal?”
Perplexed, Klein turned to face Leonard. “Huh, didn't we just restock it not too long ago?”
“Yes… this calls for some detective work. My dear seer, we need to figure out what happened to the corn flakes. Lets go.”
Klein looked towards Leonard with a dissapointed look on his face.
“Ah, but I wanted to grab a pastry or two-”
“No time to waste! Let's go!” Leonard dragged him out of the room against Klein's protests.
Royale, Frye, and Rozanne all looked towards each other, each having a small grin forming on the corner of their lips. Finally, Royale exclaimed triumphantly, a hint of amusement and anticipation in her eyes.
“I finally have new story material!”
Across the hall Neil and Kenley poked their heads out the cellar door.
“Hoo, looks like we survived this time Kenley!”
- --kitti-kat--
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 2 || Last Night I Dreamt of Some Bagels (a mishearing of “last night I dreamt of San Pedro” from La Isla Bonita) || 524/500 words
“Hm?” Papaya's eyes were intruded by the morning sunlight. They lifted their head off of the makeshift bed, looking up at the basement window, squinting. “* it…” they muttered.
Syd glanced over, hearing them squirming. “I'll have you know, it's 11 already.”
“What?” Papaya pushed the blanket off of themself. “Ugh- why didn't you wake me up sooner?”
“Feels weird. You've been in my house for a total of… what? 3 days?”
Papaya couldn't argue with that. They stood up, meandering their way over to Syd, as they usually did in the morning. Or any part of the day they were together. “So… uh, what're we doing today?”
“We? No idea.” Syd took a pause and shifted his gaze over to the toaster. Papaya noticed the handle down, and definitely the light smell of something toasting. “Me? Working.” And thus the toaster popped. Two golden brown slices of a bagel. Papaya stared them down. Yeah, they were hungry, but… they'd had the most delightful dream, in their old shop they helped operate for a few months. Bagels fresh out of the toaster, lathered in-
Cream cheese, in which Syd grabbed out of the fridge. Herb and garlic too. Even better. Goddesses, if Syd were going any slower, Papaya'd be shoving both slices into their mouth. Syd grabbed a butterknife from the sink, giving it a quick rinse before inevitably using it for his bagels. Papaya couldn't help but wonder if Syd was some sort of mind reader. When he finished, he looked back at Papaya.
“What's with the puppy eyes?” He lifted the plate off the counter.
“Huh? What? Puppy eyes?”
“Yeah, you look ready to pounce on me, or whine, or something. You hungry?”
“Oh, uh, no. No, not at all.” Papaya looked down at the ground, blushing with embarrassment. Had they really been staring that intently? They fiddled a bit with their braids as Syd walked around them, making his way to the couch. He couldn't help but stare at them as they struggled to properly interact with him. Eventually, they managed to gather themself up, and take a seat next to him. He was taking small bites, often taking time between them to watch whatever show was on in the background. It was almost as if he were teasing them. Or this was some sort of challenge they had to pass. Papaya attempted to distract themself by making small talk, though Syd quickly grew bored of it. Thus, they sat in silence, staring at the wooden tiles for what felt like a while. Though the smell definitely kept taunting them.
Eventually, he'd finished. Plate in the sink, nearly ready to leave for work. Papaya watched as he grabbed the last few things he needed. “You coming today?” He then asked.
“No, I think I'll stay here. But thanks for the offer.” He then watched as Syd made his way up the stairs. Papaya waved for as long as they could see him. They stood for a minute or so, waiting to hear the rumble of his car starting before making a long drawn out sigh.
“I need to get some bagels…”
“Hm?” Papaya's eyes were intruded by the morning sunlight. They lifted their head off of the makeshift bed, looking up at the basement window, squinting. “* it…” they muttered.
Syd glanced over, hearing them squirming. “I'll have you know, it's 11 already.”
“What?” Papaya pushed the blanket off of themself. “Ugh- why didn't you wake me up sooner?”
“Feels weird. You've been in my house for a total of… what? 3 days?”
Papaya couldn't argue with that. They stood up, meandering their way over to Syd, as they usually did in the morning. Or any part of the day they were together. “So… uh, what're we doing today?”
“We? No idea.” Syd took a pause and shifted his gaze over to the toaster. Papaya noticed the handle down, and definitely the light smell of something toasting. “Me? Working.” And thus the toaster popped. Two golden brown slices of a bagel. Papaya stared them down. Yeah, they were hungry, but… they'd had the most delightful dream, in their old shop they helped operate for a few months. Bagels fresh out of the toaster, lathered in-
Cream cheese, in which Syd grabbed out of the fridge. Herb and garlic too. Even better. Goddesses, if Syd were going any slower, Papaya'd be shoving both slices into their mouth. Syd grabbed a butterknife from the sink, giving it a quick rinse before inevitably using it for his bagels. Papaya couldn't help but wonder if Syd was some sort of mind reader. When he finished, he looked back at Papaya.
“What's with the puppy eyes?” He lifted the plate off the counter.
“Huh? What? Puppy eyes?”
“Yeah, you look ready to pounce on me, or whine, or something. You hungry?”
“Oh, uh, no. No, not at all.” Papaya looked down at the ground, blushing with embarrassment. Had they really been staring that intently? They fiddled a bit with their braids as Syd walked around them, making his way to the couch. He couldn't help but stare at them as they struggled to properly interact with him. Eventually, they managed to gather themself up, and take a seat next to him. He was taking small bites, often taking time between them to watch whatever show was on in the background. It was almost as if he were teasing them. Or this was some sort of challenge they had to pass. Papaya attempted to distract themself by making small talk, though Syd quickly grew bored of it. Thus, they sat in silence, staring at the wooden tiles for what felt like a while. Though the smell definitely kept taunting them.
Eventually, he'd finished. Plate in the sink, nearly ready to leave for work. Papaya watched as he grabbed the last few things he needed. “You coming today?” He then asked.
“No, I think I'll stay here. But thanks for the offer.” He then watched as Syd made his way up the stairs. Papaya waved for as long as they could see him. They stood for a minute or so, waiting to hear the rumble of his car starting before making a long drawn out sigh.
“I need to get some bagels…”
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
02.07.26 ★ misheard lyrics
522/500 words
april 4th. the most amazing, magical, wonderful day ever. now, i don’t really know why. it seems like quite a boring day, doesn't it? apart from maybe nice weather and being sort of close to easter (but not really), april 4th doesn't have much going for it. it's also a tuesday. there's not really anything special about tuesdays, though i guess people think that tuesdays are cool now because of april 4th. strange.
so, anyway, why is april 4th so special? that's what we're all wondering too. it was strange: the day that gracie abrams released her EP ‘minor’, we all got an alert in our phones saying that april 4th is the best day on the planet, which was weird, but no-one really made a fuss because the government are now treating it like the 4th of july or something. 4th of april doesn't really have the same ring to it, but it does make you think. is april 4th an anniversary or something?
i mean, at least we get the day off from work or from school. everyone's REALLY looking forward to april 4th this year, and i've heard about lots of people planning their meet-ups or events on that day so they can go perfectly: nothing could go wrong on a perfect day! which is precisely what my mum's friend thought. dear old darlene had a magnificent idea to host a garden party with all of her friends, where their children perform a mini concert for them. really, i'm blown away at how this thought even entered her mind!
if you can't tell, and you probably can't, diary, because this is me writing, i absolutely HATE this idea. i have not one musical brain in my body, and it took me an entire summer holidays to learn how to do the cup song hand movement thing, and i have no idea how to play any instruments, let alone sing. and because dear old darlene has been SUCH a dear to mum these past few weeks while we've been struggling with a broken car, how could she ever say no?
at first i wanted to just stay at home, and told mum to say that i was busy doing homework or at a club or something but she insisted that i go! she said i can't just skip one of darlene's garden party for the fourth time in a row (it would actually be the third but i let that slide) and that i should show up because it's proper ‘etiquette’, so i guess that i have no choice. seriously though, what am i gonna do? i tried to get my little brother to back me up with this, and protest that we don't want to go, but UNFORTUNATELY, he's somehow learnt how to beatbox, and he's been dying to show off his rapping skills ever since, so i think i really am stuck…. no matter how much i complain, mum won't let up. due to her reasoning, nothing could possibly go wrong because the garden party is on april 4th.
but i don't want to go, even april 4th!!
522/500 words
author’s note: the misheard lyrics are “i don’t want to go, even april 4th” and they were originally “i don’t want to go, we’ve been here before” from i miss you i’m sorry by gracie abrams!! also this was really rushed so please don’t judge lol
april 4th. the most amazing, magical, wonderful day ever. now, i don’t really know why. it seems like quite a boring day, doesn't it? apart from maybe nice weather and being sort of close to easter (but not really), april 4th doesn't have much going for it. it's also a tuesday. there's not really anything special about tuesdays, though i guess people think that tuesdays are cool now because of april 4th. strange.
so, anyway, why is april 4th so special? that's what we're all wondering too. it was strange: the day that gracie abrams released her EP ‘minor’, we all got an alert in our phones saying that april 4th is the best day on the planet, which was weird, but no-one really made a fuss because the government are now treating it like the 4th of july or something. 4th of april doesn't really have the same ring to it, but it does make you think. is april 4th an anniversary or something?
i mean, at least we get the day off from work or from school. everyone's REALLY looking forward to april 4th this year, and i've heard about lots of people planning their meet-ups or events on that day so they can go perfectly: nothing could go wrong on a perfect day! which is precisely what my mum's friend thought. dear old darlene had a magnificent idea to host a garden party with all of her friends, where their children perform a mini concert for them. really, i'm blown away at how this thought even entered her mind!
if you can't tell, and you probably can't, diary, because this is me writing, i absolutely HATE this idea. i have not one musical brain in my body, and it took me an entire summer holidays to learn how to do the cup song hand movement thing, and i have no idea how to play any instruments, let alone sing. and because dear old darlene has been SUCH a dear to mum these past few weeks while we've been struggling with a broken car, how could she ever say no?
at first i wanted to just stay at home, and told mum to say that i was busy doing homework or at a club or something but she insisted that i go! she said i can't just skip one of darlene's garden party for the fourth time in a row (it would actually be the third but i let that slide) and that i should show up because it's proper ‘etiquette’, so i guess that i have no choice. seriously though, what am i gonna do? i tried to get my little brother to back me up with this, and protest that we don't want to go, but UNFORTUNATELY, he's somehow learnt how to beatbox, and he's been dying to show off his rapping skills ever since, so i think i really am stuck…. no matter how much i complain, mum won't let up. due to her reasoning, nothing could possibly go wrong because the garden party is on april 4th.
but i don't want to go, even april 4th!!
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 2 || Misheard Lyrics || 537 words
“Pledge allegiance to your hands, your teeth, your vines”
A tiny whimper came out of an isolated den in an unimpressive forest. The plants outside of it were growing at extraordinary rates, leafy vines threatening to block the exit as they spread.
Inside the den, a tiny creature was curled up tight, paws to her head as she trembled. The antenna curling from her head and two of her four tails had a gold glow that pulsed erratically as she sobbed. “Please stop…” she cried, shying away from a root that burst out of the tunnel in front of her. “L-leave me alone…”
She shuddered and wailed as the chattering whispers around her responded. “You can't run from us,” they said, leaves rustling around the creature. “We are your birthright.”
“But I didn't ask for this!!” She leaped up for the darkening exit, clawing at the vines growing to block it. She recoiled as she felt a pulse of pain in her body, hearing a screech rattle her brain. “You're one of us too,” the whispers said. “Do not fight us.”
She crawled backwards, shaking her head, whining as roots and flowers began to fill up the space behind her. She was trapped between plants, unable to escape. Her breath quickened, her glow flickering as she went back to the vines, yanking one apart with her teeth and another with her claws. Tears dripped down her cheeks as screams filled her head, and pain seared through her body.
“STOP!” the whispers yelled in her brain as she dragged her way out of the cave. New vines sprouted, wrapping around her ankles and trying to hold her down. “ACCEPT US!”
“NO!” She tried to pull herself along the ground, away from the squirming roots and vines, but new ones popped up everywhere. The whispers were right. She couldn't run from the erratic plants that plauged her day to day life. The curse that destroyed her childhood and left her with no family.
“I…” She laid limp on the ground, panting as foliage grew to cover her. “If I can't control you… and I can't run from you… what do you expect me to do…?”
“Accept us.”
“Accept a life where I'm constantly haunted by the threat of trees growing from walls if I get upset? Where I can't even go in the rain without my body reacting in intense ways?”
“It doesn't have to be that way.” The vines around the creature's body relaxed a bit as she laid there. “That's your choice to make.”
“I thought you knew everything about me… I can't control this curse…”
“A fool was trying to control your gift. Not you.”
She stood up slowly, looking at the plants as they began to retreat back into the ground. “Where would I even start? I don't know why I'm like this, I don't know anyone else with these abilities, I…”
“It's your birthright. You inherited it from the plantmother. If anyone can control it… you can.”
She was quiet as the whispers backed off from her mind, the only remnants of their existence the quiet echos of pain from her attacking the vines. “I… I can't,” she whispered as she slunk away into the shadows. “I'm not the right being for this.”
“Pledge allegiance to your hands, your teeth, your vines”
A tiny whimper came out of an isolated den in an unimpressive forest. The plants outside of it were growing at extraordinary rates, leafy vines threatening to block the exit as they spread.
Inside the den, a tiny creature was curled up tight, paws to her head as she trembled. The antenna curling from her head and two of her four tails had a gold glow that pulsed erratically as she sobbed. “Please stop…” she cried, shying away from a root that burst out of the tunnel in front of her. “L-leave me alone…”
She shuddered and wailed as the chattering whispers around her responded. “You can't run from us,” they said, leaves rustling around the creature. “We are your birthright.”
“But I didn't ask for this!!” She leaped up for the darkening exit, clawing at the vines growing to block it. She recoiled as she felt a pulse of pain in her body, hearing a screech rattle her brain. “You're one of us too,” the whispers said. “Do not fight us.”
She crawled backwards, shaking her head, whining as roots and flowers began to fill up the space behind her. She was trapped between plants, unable to escape. Her breath quickened, her glow flickering as she went back to the vines, yanking one apart with her teeth and another with her claws. Tears dripped down her cheeks as screams filled her head, and pain seared through her body.
“STOP!” the whispers yelled in her brain as she dragged her way out of the cave. New vines sprouted, wrapping around her ankles and trying to hold her down. “ACCEPT US!”
“NO!” She tried to pull herself along the ground, away from the squirming roots and vines, but new ones popped up everywhere. The whispers were right. She couldn't run from the erratic plants that plauged her day to day life. The curse that destroyed her childhood and left her with no family.
“I…” She laid limp on the ground, panting as foliage grew to cover her. “If I can't control you… and I can't run from you… what do you expect me to do…?”
“Accept us.”
“Accept a life where I'm constantly haunted by the threat of trees growing from walls if I get upset? Where I can't even go in the rain without my body reacting in intense ways?”
“It doesn't have to be that way.” The vines around the creature's body relaxed a bit as she laid there. “That's your choice to make.”
“I thought you knew everything about me… I can't control this curse…”
“A fool was trying to control your gift. Not you.”
She stood up slowly, looking at the plants as they began to retreat back into the ground. “Where would I even start? I don't know why I'm like this, I don't know anyone else with these abilities, I…”
“It's your birthright. You inherited it from the plantmother. If anyone can control it… you can.”
She was quiet as the whispers backed off from her mind, the only remnants of their existence the quiet echos of pain from her attacking the vines. “I… I can't,” she whispered as she slunk away into the shadows. “I'm not the right being for this.”
- -WildClan-
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Mishearing lyrics is a common—and usually, an extremely funny—mistake. Today, imagine one of your most egregious misheard lyrics as a title, and write 500 words using it as a prompt. Doing this will earn your cabin 600 points, and you can earn an additional 200 points if you share proof.
(The actual lyric is “Past Alger Brook Road” from the song “The View Between Villages” by Noah Kahan.)
“Past Algebra Grove”
Brook was on her way home—well, if it even still counted as a home after so much time away. She reflected on what the place still meant to her.
She hadn't hatched there; her family had moved in later, at the insistence of the other shazarxi. Brook supposed they had made the right choice; it was safer when the flock nested together. Still, it had been far from ideal. Being in close proximity to strangers never did feel comfortable, and while she had tried to make the most of it, there was always some degree of stress. After all, there was a lot of conflict when everyone was constantly treading on each other's tails.
But it was where her family was. No matter what problems there were, she would face them if it meant staying beside the ones she loved. They meant everything to her, and that was why she was going—
Wait.
Brook was so distracted by her thoughts that she almost ran into the weirdest tree she had ever seen. It was shaped more or less like an oak, but the colors were bizarre. Its bark and leaves were both pale white, crisscrossed by an array of perfect squares. Lines and symbols were drawn over these squares, forming patterns she didn't recognize.
Moving closer, she stepped on some fallen leaves. They crinkled. Dead leaves were supposed to crunch, not crinkle. What was going on? She reached up and plucked one off the branch. This one crinkled, too, despite being fresh as can be. She held it in her teeth, feeling how dry and lightweight it was. But she quickly discovered that her saliva turned it soggy and limp, so she spat it out.
Looking at it on the ground, she realized that she had, in fact, seen some of the symbols before, now that she thought about it. They were like the ones seen in those structures she had passed through on her journey here.
“y=mx+b” said this one. Brook had no idea what that meant.
Glancing around, Brook found that this wasn't the only tree of its kind. There were several dozen, all clustered together on this one little patch of ground. A grove.
This was when another shazarxa appeared from out of the branches of the tree to her right. “Hey, Brook,” they said, casually waving their tail in her direction.
“What—You knew I'd be here?” Brook asked, bewildered. She figured that no one even knew she was alive right now, let alone… here. Wherever here was.
“I know a lot of things,” they answered cryptically. “I'm Wild, by the way. Left the flock before you hatched.”
“Oh. I've heard about you.” Brook remembered the stories about the first shazarxa, a guy who always seemed to know things they shouldn't. “What is this palce, then?”
“Algebra,” Wild responded. “The trees are full of math problems. Why? Still trying to solve for that one.” They hesitated. “That was a ”solve for ‘y’“ joke. I guess you wouldn't know math, though, so…” They shrugged.
(The actual lyric is “Past Alger Brook Road” from the song “The View Between Villages” by Noah Kahan.)
“Past Algebra Grove”
Brook was on her way home—well, if it even still counted as a home after so much time away. She reflected on what the place still meant to her.
She hadn't hatched there; her family had moved in later, at the insistence of the other shazarxi. Brook supposed they had made the right choice; it was safer when the flock nested together. Still, it had been far from ideal. Being in close proximity to strangers never did feel comfortable, and while she had tried to make the most of it, there was always some degree of stress. After all, there was a lot of conflict when everyone was constantly treading on each other's tails.
But it was where her family was. No matter what problems there were, she would face them if it meant staying beside the ones she loved. They meant everything to her, and that was why she was going—
Wait.
Brook was so distracted by her thoughts that she almost ran into the weirdest tree she had ever seen. It was shaped more or less like an oak, but the colors were bizarre. Its bark and leaves were both pale white, crisscrossed by an array of perfect squares. Lines and symbols were drawn over these squares, forming patterns she didn't recognize.
Moving closer, she stepped on some fallen leaves. They crinkled. Dead leaves were supposed to crunch, not crinkle. What was going on? She reached up and plucked one off the branch. This one crinkled, too, despite being fresh as can be. She held it in her teeth, feeling how dry and lightweight it was. But she quickly discovered that her saliva turned it soggy and limp, so she spat it out.
Looking at it on the ground, she realized that she had, in fact, seen some of the symbols before, now that she thought about it. They were like the ones seen in those structures she had passed through on her journey here.
“y=mx+b” said this one. Brook had no idea what that meant.
Glancing around, Brook found that this wasn't the only tree of its kind. There were several dozen, all clustered together on this one little patch of ground. A grove.
This was when another shazarxa appeared from out of the branches of the tree to her right. “Hey, Brook,” they said, casually waving their tail in her direction.
“What—You knew I'd be here?” Brook asked, bewildered. She figured that no one even knew she was alive right now, let alone… here. Wherever here was.
“I know a lot of things,” they answered cryptically. “I'm Wild, by the way. Left the flock before you hatched.”
“Oh. I've heard about you.” Brook remembered the stories about the first shazarxa, a guy who always seemed to know things they shouldn't. “What is this palce, then?”
“Algebra,” Wild responded. “The trees are full of math problems. Why? Still trying to solve for that one.” They hesitated. “That was a ”solve for ‘y’“ joke. I guess you wouldn't know math, though, so…” They shrugged.
Last edited by -WildClan- (July 3, 2026 00:01:51)
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Scratcher
13 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
2026-07-02 Daily: Misheard lyrics (593 words) - You Sticky Pickle
Ask me what song this is from lol
The market overflows with colorful flags, bodies pushing against each other, and various music, chatter, and ware-hawking. The stands are so tightly packed it would be impossible to walk between them; they’re backed up against towering, patchwork houses. I pull my cloak tighter around me and continue to push through the crowd.
“You! Sticky pickle?” I hear at a stall next to me. I sidestep the crowd-river and tuck myself next to the stall, which contains a purple lion-maned fellow gesturing at me.
“What’s a sticky pickle?” I ask.
“Well, a pickle is a situation where ya hafta make a tough decision,” the stocky creature explains. “A sticky pickle is a situation where that tough decision ain’t clean; it’ll leave residue all around, and it’ll be hard to wash off you hands fer a while aftah. Metaphorically, of course.” They grin. “Wanna try you luck?”
I glance around the stall. Under a hastily constructed wooden roof held up by sticks is an assortment of round bottles containing different colors of liquid. The bottles rest on tightly packed shelves, their substances ranging from deep star-studded purple to bright glowing green.
“Sure, then,” I say. “How much?”
The stall owner looks me up and down, clearly evaluating how much they should try and charge me. “Ah, such a nice gentleman here, you first sticky pickle be discounted. Only fifteen colas for ya, sir.”
“Twelve, yeah?” I suggest.
“I’ll do fourteen,” they answer.
I fold my arms. “Thirteen.”
“Done.”
I point to a marbled teal bottle. “I’ll take that one.”
“Ah-ah-ah, it’s dealer’s choice!” the lion titters. “Experiences ain’t for the choosing.” He runs his hand over the bottles, prancing around his stall. Finally he hands me a tall bottle containing a sludgy green-brown liquid.
I wrinkle my nose. “This one? Really?”
The creature smiles to their ears. “You want the blue one, that’s nineteen colas, Mistah Picky.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.” I grab the bottle and drop a small leather pouch into their outstretched hand. As they count the coins with skillful speed, I say, “Thanks, Mr … ?”
“Parlay,” they answer. “Mistah Parlay, he an’ him.”
“Thanks, Mr. Parlay,” I concede.
“Enjoy you sticky pickle!” he calls in his screechy voice as I sidle away, again swept forward by the crowd.
***
Back at my studio, I toss off my coat and lock the door. “This one should be good,” I mutter to myself, walking to the center of the room. Don’t ask how low you have to get in life to buy dumpster-colored experiences from sketchy market vendors. I’ll give you a hint: it’s pretty low. I’ve got no job, no friends or family, nothing to distract me except this ages-old magic of entertainment. At least none of it is real. Because real life sucks.
But I digress.
I place my feet carefully on the small circle painted on the center of my wood floor. Most have to pay for studio time to use their experiences, but I’ve built my own setup. My living room, instead of being a living room, is a fully-equipped experiential workshop, complete with de-inductulators, hemlock protective shields, and micro-cartelled floor mapping. Impressive, right?
Now for the gross part. I uncork the bottle, and without smelling it I quickly chug it down. It tastes like mud, that signature experience tartness, something feathery, and a hint of pickles. Just like every other experience I’ve tried, just before the moment I gag it all up, I lose feeling in my body. The world blurs and spins around me. Then everything goes black.
*… To be continued!!!*
Ask me what song this is from lol
The market overflows with colorful flags, bodies pushing against each other, and various music, chatter, and ware-hawking. The stands are so tightly packed it would be impossible to walk between them; they’re backed up against towering, patchwork houses. I pull my cloak tighter around me and continue to push through the crowd.
“You! Sticky pickle?” I hear at a stall next to me. I sidestep the crowd-river and tuck myself next to the stall, which contains a purple lion-maned fellow gesturing at me.
“What’s a sticky pickle?” I ask.
“Well, a pickle is a situation where ya hafta make a tough decision,” the stocky creature explains. “A sticky pickle is a situation where that tough decision ain’t clean; it’ll leave residue all around, and it’ll be hard to wash off you hands fer a while aftah. Metaphorically, of course.” They grin. “Wanna try you luck?”
I glance around the stall. Under a hastily constructed wooden roof held up by sticks is an assortment of round bottles containing different colors of liquid. The bottles rest on tightly packed shelves, their substances ranging from deep star-studded purple to bright glowing green.
“Sure, then,” I say. “How much?”
The stall owner looks me up and down, clearly evaluating how much they should try and charge me. “Ah, such a nice gentleman here, you first sticky pickle be discounted. Only fifteen colas for ya, sir.”
“Twelve, yeah?” I suggest.
“I’ll do fourteen,” they answer.
I fold my arms. “Thirteen.”
“Done.”
I point to a marbled teal bottle. “I’ll take that one.”
“Ah-ah-ah, it’s dealer’s choice!” the lion titters. “Experiences ain’t for the choosing.” He runs his hand over the bottles, prancing around his stall. Finally he hands me a tall bottle containing a sludgy green-brown liquid.
I wrinkle my nose. “This one? Really?”
The creature smiles to their ears. “You want the blue one, that’s nineteen colas, Mistah Picky.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.” I grab the bottle and drop a small leather pouch into their outstretched hand. As they count the coins with skillful speed, I say, “Thanks, Mr … ?”
“Parlay,” they answer. “Mistah Parlay, he an’ him.”
“Thanks, Mr. Parlay,” I concede.
“Enjoy you sticky pickle!” he calls in his screechy voice as I sidle away, again swept forward by the crowd.
***
Back at my studio, I toss off my coat and lock the door. “This one should be good,” I mutter to myself, walking to the center of the room. Don’t ask how low you have to get in life to buy dumpster-colored experiences from sketchy market vendors. I’ll give you a hint: it’s pretty low. I’ve got no job, no friends or family, nothing to distract me except this ages-old magic of entertainment. At least none of it is real. Because real life sucks.
But I digress.
I place my feet carefully on the small circle painted on the center of my wood floor. Most have to pay for studio time to use their experiences, but I’ve built my own setup. My living room, instead of being a living room, is a fully-equipped experiential workshop, complete with de-inductulators, hemlock protective shields, and micro-cartelled floor mapping. Impressive, right?
Now for the gross part. I uncork the bottle, and without smelling it I quickly chug it down. It tastes like mud, that signature experience tartness, something feathery, and a hint of pickles. Just like every other experience I’ve tried, just before the moment I gag it all up, I lose feeling in my body. The world blurs and spins around me. Then everything goes black.
*… To be continued!!!*
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
❥・02
Wordcount・500/500
Topic・Misheard lyrics prompt (Beat gone)
Points・600 (+200 for proof)
Cabin・Bi-fi
Till walked up the steps to the stage. He was going up against Luka, who everybody knew well that he was the greatest competitor in Alien Stage that there is and had ever been. If only Till could prepare himself from the hardship of the performance ahead. What he had prepared himself for was Luka's manipulation tactics that he'd observed him use on Mizi previously. Where Mizi was now, Till could never know any more or any less, but he needed to focus on the performance ahead. He brought up his guitar and started strumming intensely and quickly. He needed to make sure that Luka wouldn't be able to remind him of Ivan and the others that were already eliminated. The people he'd grown up with, had true fun with, watched d1e in front of him… No, he couldn't think of them now. Reminding himself of the happy times with the others would only distract himself, and being distracted by thoughts and memories was something that Till could not afford to have happen in the slightest. Till could see that Luka was now catching onto the fact that Till wasn't falling for his tricks like the others did. Till was starting to run out of energy, and was becoming overwhelmed and exhausted by the shouting crowd and Luka belting out right in his face. The performance was speeding by so fast that Till couldn't even comprehend the fact that he was about to make the mistake that'd end his life. His fingers slipped. He missed a chord. He'd lost the beat. Gasping for air, he desperately tried to get back the beat he'd been in, but it was gone. He knew this was the end, of his life and the song. As the points tallied up, he saw a cloaked figure run towards him, try to grasp his hand. As it approached, he realized it was Mizi. He called back the great memories he had of fun times they had together. The moment seemed to last forever, but it was truly only seconds. He felt the sudden and sharp pain sting through his neck, and felt the watchful gaze of the surrounding crowd of aliens that enjoyed their murder. Till's life ran through his and what he was losing to be as Mizi's eyes, and he held her hand one last time as he slowly drifted up and away to what they'd all lost hope and belief of what seemed to be the heavens. He smiled down at the others that were left surviving along with Sua and Ivan which he'd lost earlier just like Mizi had lost himself just now. He wasn't sure whether to be hopeful or not of if Mizi, his one true friend, could join him soon or not. He was just glad that the endless cycle of torture was finished for himself. He walked away with his childhood mates as he glanced down at Mizi for the last time, who was still crying over him.
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- CaleMoretti
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Scratcher
29 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Weekly! Denial's DND Kingdom: Aerko
Part 1:
Spoilers to my dnd campaign if you are currently in it lol
Ah I’m currently dm’ing dnd with Hope. We have 7 kingdoms so I’ll put some common tropes here to find more ideas for more storylines! I’ve always wanted to flesh this one out on paper so here it is!
Equipment:
Magic nullifying stones
Wild Runes/Special Abilities
Find a wild rune = control over certain things
Swords meant to only cut specific things. Useless otherwise
Unbreakable but tiny shield
Wild Encounters
Plants that hunt unsuspecting travelers at night
Also plant based undead!
Animals that are ravenous in the day but extremely friendly at night and sorry for what they do in the day
I think this is hilarious
Rogue magic that does stuff completely randomly and is extremely powerful
NPCs
A storyline where one person causes an incursion and the bosses are people of importance to them!
Will do anything to get rid of evil people. Including destroying the world.
Part 2:
In this kingdom, it is currently undead and all of the residents are ghouls. However it seems to be functioning normally from the outside in and you cannot leave from inside out. This is due to… a therapist! A little bit similar to persona 5, they want to get rid of the root of all evil in the world after seeing client after client of fantasy and folk heroes who are all scarred by at least one experience in their high tales. After all, not all journeys are sunshine and rainbows. So who helps deal with the aftermath? The therapist! Along with their trusty companion, they go around helping resolve old heroes' ptsd and regrets, but as more and more events start occurring around the world, they become obsessed with finding a permanent solution to the overwhelming force of evil.
They eventually come across a cursed tome from an ancient celestial being that wants to reawaken themself. The tome itself is just an extremely powerful spell, and the celestial being reawakening will destroy the world. However, it doesn’t want the therapist to cast the spell so it will try to stop them, while also trying to lead adventurers away from its true goals. This spell would normally destroy all targets that the user would have in mind, but requires one hidden requirement: a tainted soul. Due to the therapist not having a tainted soul, the spell backfires and turns the entire kingdom undead and it is up to the adventurers and the therapists old companions and clients to help rectify the situation.
There are four major areas needed to complete the kingdom, each with their own boss fight and companion. The areas consist of: A train ride across an iceberg representing the ego, superego, and id; a botanical garden featuring past memories and regrets of whoever enters that will turn hostile if the party doesn’t act like they are real; and a bustling medieval city where nobody knows each other! Their respective companions are the therapist's assistant who hails from the area with the train and wields a very sharp umbrella as a shield and a sword, the therapists’ first client who started the garden, and the therapists’ last client who had retreated to the city after their harrowing journey. The fourth area will be completed by the ancient celestial being.
These areas need to be completed as the main way to stop the spell is… a good argument. Convince the therapist to undo the spell with the kindness and hope of the heroes to fix the kingdom, and the four major areas not only have items that help you nullify the effects of the corrupted therapists attacks, but also help convince them of the beauty of the world and why they do their job to begin with.
Part 3:
The party trudges through the icy terrain. The chilly air bites at their skin as they push forward, the sound of fresh snow crackling under their boots. Their destination, a log cabin in the distance. It houses the train conductor who can hopefully lead them to the tip of the iceberg and help them solve what is going on in this purgatory. They have to convince them quickly, or else the spirits that they angered in the past may catch up. The artificer knocks on the door, as the party readies themself for another round of pretending the dead are real. Emotionally, it has taken a toll on them. The wooden door opens with a creak, to show… a living human? They have a relatively tall stature, and their mouth is covered by a scarf. Accompanied by a small cloth hat, trench coat and dress pants, they look almost akin to a butler getting ready to head out into the arctic. The only oddity is the umbrella in the right hand. Their gruff voice sounds out, signaling hope to the party.
“Come in quickly. There are shades following you.”
Still wary, the artificer stands still. The Paladin chooses to enter first. Before they can give their thanks, the gruff voice sounds out again, this time in slight alarm.
“Shoot. They’re already here.”
The party looks back in fear, to see an oncoming wave of darkness approach them.
“Ah, it’s ok sir we’ll-”
Before the party can get ready to leave the conductor steps forward in front of the party.
“Get behind me”
The party looks at each other. Usually that’s their line.
“Uh sir those shades… aren’t really the best to fight against. They’ll reappear any time you injure them. Please don’t waste your energy on us.”
The rogue shoots the paladin a look, as if asking why they are refusing help.
“Go in the cabin, third door on the left. There is some old equipment but they should work. You don’t look like you’ve gotten this far due to luck.”
The paladin makes a praying motion before entering the cabin, followed by an excited artificer. The rest of the party follows the old mahogany cabin. It is not too spacious, but also not cramped. There is a rather large dining table and kitchen, accompanied by a hallway to different rooms. It looks like it used to be a hotel, and a well kept one at that. Passing by a couple of guest rooms, they find what appears to be a storage closet with old adventuring gear. Perplexed, the party looks at each other in disappointment, until the rogue and artificer both notice something. The equipment seems… different. Enchanted even? A voice calls out to them.
“Any time now. We don’t have all day.”
The artificer takes out a few pieces of almost scrap metal while the rest of their party takes what seems to be an older, dustier version of their current weapons. They rush back outside to assist the conductor.
“I apologize for my lack of introduction but given the situation this seemed to take precedent.” As a few extremely fast shades that had broken off the wave rush towards the group, he raises his umbrella with the party watching in confusion. Right before the oncoming shades engage the party, he brandishes the umbrella as if it was a sword, slicing through a shade. The party rushes to the shade to prevent it from getting back up, only to be met with a cry and dissipating smoke. The conductor dances through the small group, the black umbrella signalling release for any ghoul unlucky enough to find itself near it. As a final shadow launches itself towards the conductor, the ranger gets ready to shoot it out of the air, only for the ghost to find itself in front of an unfolded umbrella. It crashes into the object, before being stabbed by the tip of the umbrella, and fading away forever. The conductor folds the umbrella back before looking towards the party with a slight smile on his rugged face.
“My name is Braun. Pleased to meet you, passengers.”
Part 1:
Spoilers to my dnd campaign if you are currently in it lol
Ah I’m currently dm’ing dnd with Hope. We have 7 kingdoms so I’ll put some common tropes here to find more ideas for more storylines! I’ve always wanted to flesh this one out on paper so here it is!
Equipment:
Magic nullifying stones
Wild Runes/Special Abilities
Find a wild rune = control over certain things
Swords meant to only cut specific things. Useless otherwise
Unbreakable but tiny shield
Wild Encounters
Plants that hunt unsuspecting travelers at night
Also plant based undead!
Animals that are ravenous in the day but extremely friendly at night and sorry for what they do in the day
I think this is hilarious
Rogue magic that does stuff completely randomly and is extremely powerful
NPCs
A storyline where one person causes an incursion and the bosses are people of importance to them!
Will do anything to get rid of evil people. Including destroying the world.
Part 2:
In this kingdom, it is currently undead and all of the residents are ghouls. However it seems to be functioning normally from the outside in and you cannot leave from inside out. This is due to… a therapist! A little bit similar to persona 5, they want to get rid of the root of all evil in the world after seeing client after client of fantasy and folk heroes who are all scarred by at least one experience in their high tales. After all, not all journeys are sunshine and rainbows. So who helps deal with the aftermath? The therapist! Along with their trusty companion, they go around helping resolve old heroes' ptsd and regrets, but as more and more events start occurring around the world, they become obsessed with finding a permanent solution to the overwhelming force of evil.
They eventually come across a cursed tome from an ancient celestial being that wants to reawaken themself. The tome itself is just an extremely powerful spell, and the celestial being reawakening will destroy the world. However, it doesn’t want the therapist to cast the spell so it will try to stop them, while also trying to lead adventurers away from its true goals. This spell would normally destroy all targets that the user would have in mind, but requires one hidden requirement: a tainted soul. Due to the therapist not having a tainted soul, the spell backfires and turns the entire kingdom undead and it is up to the adventurers and the therapists old companions and clients to help rectify the situation.
There are four major areas needed to complete the kingdom, each with their own boss fight and companion. The areas consist of: A train ride across an iceberg representing the ego, superego, and id; a botanical garden featuring past memories and regrets of whoever enters that will turn hostile if the party doesn’t act like they are real; and a bustling medieval city where nobody knows each other! Their respective companions are the therapist's assistant who hails from the area with the train and wields a very sharp umbrella as a shield and a sword, the therapists’ first client who started the garden, and the therapists’ last client who had retreated to the city after their harrowing journey. The fourth area will be completed by the ancient celestial being.
These areas need to be completed as the main way to stop the spell is… a good argument. Convince the therapist to undo the spell with the kindness and hope of the heroes to fix the kingdom, and the four major areas not only have items that help you nullify the effects of the corrupted therapists attacks, but also help convince them of the beauty of the world and why they do their job to begin with.
Part 3:
The party trudges through the icy terrain. The chilly air bites at their skin as they push forward, the sound of fresh snow crackling under their boots. Their destination, a log cabin in the distance. It houses the train conductor who can hopefully lead them to the tip of the iceberg and help them solve what is going on in this purgatory. They have to convince them quickly, or else the spirits that they angered in the past may catch up. The artificer knocks on the door, as the party readies themself for another round of pretending the dead are real. Emotionally, it has taken a toll on them. The wooden door opens with a creak, to show… a living human? They have a relatively tall stature, and their mouth is covered by a scarf. Accompanied by a small cloth hat, trench coat and dress pants, they look almost akin to a butler getting ready to head out into the arctic. The only oddity is the umbrella in the right hand. Their gruff voice sounds out, signaling hope to the party.
“Come in quickly. There are shades following you.”
Still wary, the artificer stands still. The Paladin chooses to enter first. Before they can give their thanks, the gruff voice sounds out again, this time in slight alarm.
“Shoot. They’re already here.”
The party looks back in fear, to see an oncoming wave of darkness approach them.
“Ah, it’s ok sir we’ll-”
Before the party can get ready to leave the conductor steps forward in front of the party.
“Get behind me”
The party looks at each other. Usually that’s their line.
“Uh sir those shades… aren’t really the best to fight against. They’ll reappear any time you injure them. Please don’t waste your energy on us.”
The rogue shoots the paladin a look, as if asking why they are refusing help.
“Go in the cabin, third door on the left. There is some old equipment but they should work. You don’t look like you’ve gotten this far due to luck.”
The paladin makes a praying motion before entering the cabin, followed by an excited artificer. The rest of the party follows the old mahogany cabin. It is not too spacious, but also not cramped. There is a rather large dining table and kitchen, accompanied by a hallway to different rooms. It looks like it used to be a hotel, and a well kept one at that. Passing by a couple of guest rooms, they find what appears to be a storage closet with old adventuring gear. Perplexed, the party looks at each other in disappointment, until the rogue and artificer both notice something. The equipment seems… different. Enchanted even? A voice calls out to them.
“Any time now. We don’t have all day.”
The artificer takes out a few pieces of almost scrap metal while the rest of their party takes what seems to be an older, dustier version of their current weapons. They rush back outside to assist the conductor.
“I apologize for my lack of introduction but given the situation this seemed to take precedent.” As a few extremely fast shades that had broken off the wave rush towards the group, he raises his umbrella with the party watching in confusion. Right before the oncoming shades engage the party, he brandishes the umbrella as if it was a sword, slicing through a shade. The party rushes to the shade to prevent it from getting back up, only to be met with a cry and dissipating smoke. The conductor dances through the small group, the black umbrella signalling release for any ghoul unlucky enough to find itself near it. As a final shadow launches itself towards the conductor, the ranger gets ready to shoot it out of the air, only for the ghost to find itself in front of an unfolded umbrella. It crashes into the object, before being stabbed by the tip of the umbrella, and fading away forever. The conductor folds the umbrella back before looking towards the party with a slight smile on his rugged face.
“My name is Braun. Pleased to meet you, passengers.”
Last edited by CaleMoretti (July 3, 2026 00:54:05)
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Scratcher
1000+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Daily 3: Interview with Another SWCer
word count - 656 words
ALANA: I'll start off with something basic! How've you been doing and what have you been up to recently? I know you mentioned that you're on summer break right now - do you have any fun plans that you're looking forward to?
ALANA: Ahah you're honestly so real for that! Ooh vacation sounds super fun! (and beach vacation omg :0 YES PLS) – I think I've heard of coursera. Or at least seen their ads on Y0utube (idk if Scratch is flagging this so I'll just add the 0 :>). I've personally never taken any psych related courses because there's too many other courses I want to take XD I also feel like I find myself leaning more towards STEM so that could be it too?
CAT: I've been doing really well! just lazy days—I keep waking up around noon loll! I haven't had much going on, since all of my summer classes ended in june, but I think my family is planning a vacation (hoping for a beach vacation again!) <3 besides that, I have a psychology camp starting next week, which should be fun, and if I enjoy that, I'll probably be taking a psychology course online! I don't know if you've heard of coursera, but they have lots of options for me, though they're not actual classes (unfortunately, I'm not allowed to take any social science classes yet </3). with that and auditions for viola, that's about it! what about you? I know you're on summer break too (I believe), so what've you been up to?
ALANA: Regardless, I hope you have a great time! Ooh and good luck for viola auditions! Are you auditioning for a school ensemble or is this another orchestra related thing outside of school? <3 Yesyes I'm finally over the exam torture ahaha! I'm actually going to be participating in this summer STEM program where you basically get matched to a partner university and you spend the summer living on campus there. So there's people from all over the country (they try to mix up where they assign people so that you kind of get to meet + become friends with people you never really would've <33). Anyways! Idk too much about the specifics but I know there's this design thinking project that you're working on throughout the month – so you go to different lectures, build prototypes and then present it to people and then they choose winners (?) - like I said, I don't know too much about it but my friends did it last year so this is just based on what they've told me!!
CAT: psych related courses definitely aren't for everyone—I'm taking them because I want to be a therapist/counselor, so it's very interesting to me! ooh what parts of stem are you interested in? :0 thank youuu! luckily, I've already finished both my school orchestra audition and my outside orchestra audition, so all I have left is an audition for a chamber music program, which is recorded (yayy!) and due at the end of july, so I have plenty of timeD oh my goshhh that stem program sounds amazing!! I've always wanted to participate in a bigger program like that, because you can meet so many new people and the experience is always so unique! I actually did something slightlyyy similar last july (that's why I was gone for half the session :0 classics cat cafe was iconic) where I stayed at a university with people (not across the country, but across a couple states) and took a class—mine was on film music, which was actually fascinating and aligned with my interests
ALANA: So yesss! I'm definitely looking forward to that <3 It's going to be my first time flying solo hehe - technically I'm going with my family friend but she's going to a different campus. Ooh I've also been meaning to ask - do you play any other instruments aside from the viola?
CAT: ahh flying solo is scary :00 I hope you have a safe flight and don't lose any of your luggage <3 some of the longer music camps I want to go to where you stay at a university are like seven weeks long and it's scary, especially the ones that are far away! now aside from viola, I've been meaning to learn piano for a whileee but I've never really gotten around to it! I also might play a bit of violin when I'm older, if I decide to go into music, but piano seems more useful for now <3 I've also always wanted to learn cello for some reason! now on to your new comments loll (activity wars) <3 aww thank you! you like math oh my goodness :00 that makes a lot of sense actually! when I was much younger, I loved doing those logic puzzle books, if you've seen those before, with the six boxes and you get some clues XD aa that's so cool! I have heard of deca actually—my sister does it, but I'm not really sure what it is specifically!
ALANA: Ooh wait that's actually super cool! You would make such a good therapist omg <3 (definitely very approachable hehe). Personally I've always been a huge fan of math and like the logic aspect of problem solving. I don't really like things that I can't think my way through, if that makes sense. Like tbh I liked both chem and physics this year but I feel like I spent way less time on math yet still understood it better than both of those subjects XD So tying back into the whole logic math thing, I was hoping to go into computer science and then possibly do an MBA because I'm doing DECA right now (not sure if you've heard of it - but it's a business competition!) so I'd love to combine something tech related with business. We'll see though! OOH OK <3 Well good luck on your chamber music audition then!
ALANA: OMG YES CLASSICS CAT CAFE <3 (your pfps were adorable :pleading
I was genuinely so inactive that session hello :sobs: That still sounds super cool though! And film music AHHH- seven weeks is so long ahh. Mine's for a little less than a month so I guess it's not too bad! But I've also never spent this much time away from home either <3 OMG PACKING IS SUCH A STRUGGLE THOUGH because we need to bring sleeping bags and stuff since we're going camping one day- the day school ended I started packing for this thing since there's genuinely just so much to bring. Ooh you should definitely learn the piano hehe <3 Violin is also super cool ahh ;D I honestly love how both instruments sound and honestly I think you'd be great at both given your viola background (idk how similar violas and violins are :>)
CAT: that cabin was peak omggg <3 you're not alone, I think everybody was really inactive tbh XD there are a couple famous seven week ones over here :sobs: for any long camp like the one you're doing, not as scary as it might seem! as long as you can find a good group of friends, you're pretty much set, but don't forget to call your family all the time :sobs: because they will miss you <33 PACKING LOL THAT'S SO REALLL ooh you're going camping :00 the day school ended is wildd XD
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ALANA: I'll start off with something basic! How've you been doing and what have you been up to recently? I know you mentioned that you're on summer break right now - do you have any fun plans that you're looking forward to?
ALANA: Ahah you're honestly so real for that! Ooh vacation sounds super fun! (and beach vacation omg :0 YES PLS) – I think I've heard of coursera. Or at least seen their ads on Y0utube (idk if Scratch is flagging this so I'll just add the 0 :>). I've personally never taken any psych related courses because there's too many other courses I want to take XD I also feel like I find myself leaning more towards STEM so that could be it too?
CAT: I've been doing really well! just lazy days—I keep waking up around noon loll! I haven't had much going on, since all of my summer classes ended in june, but I think my family is planning a vacation (hoping for a beach vacation again!) <3 besides that, I have a psychology camp starting next week, which should be fun, and if I enjoy that, I'll probably be taking a psychology course online! I don't know if you've heard of coursera, but they have lots of options for me, though they're not actual classes (unfortunately, I'm not allowed to take any social science classes yet </3). with that and auditions for viola, that's about it! what about you? I know you're on summer break too (I believe), so what've you been up to?
ALANA: Regardless, I hope you have a great time! Ooh and good luck for viola auditions! Are you auditioning for a school ensemble or is this another orchestra related thing outside of school? <3 Yesyes I'm finally over the exam torture ahaha! I'm actually going to be participating in this summer STEM program where you basically get matched to a partner university and you spend the summer living on campus there. So there's people from all over the country (they try to mix up where they assign people so that you kind of get to meet + become friends with people you never really would've <33). Anyways! Idk too much about the specifics but I know there's this design thinking project that you're working on throughout the month – so you go to different lectures, build prototypes and then present it to people and then they choose winners (?) - like I said, I don't know too much about it but my friends did it last year so this is just based on what they've told me!!
CAT: psych related courses definitely aren't for everyone—I'm taking them because I want to be a therapist/counselor, so it's very interesting to me! ooh what parts of stem are you interested in? :0 thank youuu! luckily, I've already finished both my school orchestra audition and my outside orchestra audition, so all I have left is an audition for a chamber music program, which is recorded (yayy!) and due at the end of july, so I have plenty of time
D oh my goshhh that stem program sounds amazing!! I've always wanted to participate in a bigger program like that, because you can meet so many new people and the experience is always so unique! I actually did something slightlyyy similar last july (that's why I was gone for half the session :0 classics cat cafe was iconic) where I stayed at a university with people (not across the country, but across a couple states) and took a class—mine was on film music, which was actually fascinating and aligned with my interests ALANA: So yesss! I'm definitely looking forward to that <3 It's going to be my first time flying solo hehe - technically I'm going with my family friend but she's going to a different campus. Ooh I've also been meaning to ask - do you play any other instruments aside from the viola?
CAT: ahh flying solo is scary :00 I hope you have a safe flight and don't lose any of your luggage <3 some of the longer music camps I want to go to where you stay at a university are like seven weeks long and it's scary, especially the ones that are far away! now aside from viola, I've been meaning to learn piano for a whileee but I've never really gotten around to it! I also might play a bit of violin when I'm older, if I decide to go into music, but piano seems more useful for now <3 I've also always wanted to learn cello for some reason! now on to your new comments loll (activity wars) <3 aww thank you! you like math oh my goodness :00 that makes a lot of sense actually! when I was much younger, I loved doing those logic puzzle books, if you've seen those before, with the six boxes and you get some clues XD aa that's so cool! I have heard of deca actually—my sister does it, but I'm not really sure what it is specifically!
ALANA: Ooh wait that's actually super cool! You would make such a good therapist omg <3 (definitely very approachable hehe). Personally I've always been a huge fan of math and like the logic aspect of problem solving. I don't really like things that I can't think my way through, if that makes sense. Like tbh I liked both chem and physics this year but I feel like I spent way less time on math yet still understood it better than both of those subjects XD So tying back into the whole logic math thing, I was hoping to go into computer science and then possibly do an MBA because I'm doing DECA right now (not sure if you've heard of it - but it's a business competition!) so I'd love to combine something tech related with business. We'll see though! OOH OK <3 Well good luck on your chamber music audition then!
ALANA: OMG YES CLASSICS CAT CAFE <3 (your pfps were adorable :pleading
I was genuinely so inactive that session hello :sobs: That still sounds super cool though! And film music AHHH- seven weeks is so long ahh. Mine's for a little less than a month so I guess it's not too bad! But I've also never spent this much time away from home either <3 OMG PACKING IS SUCH A STRUGGLE THOUGH because we need to bring sleeping bags and stuff since we're going camping one day- the day school ended I started packing for this thing since there's genuinely just so much to bring. Ooh you should definitely learn the piano hehe <3 Violin is also super cool ahh ;D I honestly love how both instruments sound and honestly I think you'd be great at both given your viola background (idk how similar violas and violins are :>)CAT: that cabin was peak omggg <3 you're not alone, I think everybody was really inactive tbh XD there are a couple famous seven week ones over here :sobs: for any long camp like the one you're doing, not as scary as it might seem! as long as you can find a good group of friends, you're pretty much set, but don't forget to call your family all the time :sobs: because they will miss you <33 PACKING LOL THAT'S SO REALLL ooh you're going camping :00 the day school ended is wildd XD
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Scratcher
88 posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
──★ ˙ fantasy weekly
2,119 words … july 2
common fantasy elements
archetypes:
solutions to problems:
skills:
ideas:
239 words
world-building
Just a heads up, I will probably use placeholder names for now (unless I come up with a good one) because I don't want to waste my time coming up with them.
The environment is like a technological-magical baren wasteland. Like the land is like a desert biome, but the structures are very modern using magic, and the civilization is very advanced. Cities are in isolated clusters centered around oases along with important supplies, and people use magic to connect with each other in some “spiritual realm”. This spiritual realm is like a virtual reality but being supported by magic. This whole world is like a nice mix of technology and fantasy.
Their fauna and flora aren't TOO abnormal for a fantasy world and are the typical flying animals and weird hybrid creatures, with strange ores and magical mushrooms/herbs. Nothing here is like really important for the lore, just more for convenience and world-building. Like dragons are mighty but can be tamed by those who earn its respect. Just the fauna is a little scarce purely because the world is centered around deserts and stuff, so there won't be a real surplus in resources.
In this world, there are Guardians who watch over the people. Everyone is united under one nation, and takes their problems (arguments, division, etc.) to a priest. These Priests have a special connection to the Guardians and have a code that they must follow. For example, they must always tell the truth. Their most important rule however—make sure the Guardians are happy. No matter the cost. Usually the Priests just see this “cost” as some measly sacrifice, like burning animals or offering important things. That's where our lovely anti-hero comes in—a priest thinking that he must go above and beyond and start sacrificing those close to him! (who put that exclamation mark I'm genuinely confused why was I so joyous writing this)
There is a total of three Guardians in total. The Guardian of Resources (name subject to change) is the one in charge of the land, making sure the people can survive. It is depicted as a strong and hard-working man. It handles the number of resources that are in the world, and Priests turn to it when there is a natural disaster (famine, drought, tornados, etc.). The Guardian of Rectification is the closest to the humans out of all the Guardians. It helps resolve things when issues get out of hand, and makes sure the world has peace and order. It is depicted as a loving and gentle woman.
Lastly is the All-Knowing. It is the most powerful, but also the most misrepresented. It makes sure everything is under its control, and everyone strives to make sure its happy. The people think if it finds a reason to be unhappy, it will reign terror on the people, punishing it. This is the reason why our beloved anti-hero is doing what he's doing—under the pretense that the All-Knowing is upset. When the reality is that the other Guardians are causing havoc, and the All-Knowing is trying to stop them but being framed.
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The wooden door creaked open as a young man stepped into the threshold of desolate church. The moon hung high above, its light leaking through the windows, providing the only source of light. The structure was beautifully built out of stone, adorned with expensive gems, with its walls covered with paintings of the Guardians. Magic was imbedded within its walls to ensure the holy edifice would remain standing despite anything that may come its way.
The boy wore a clock that covered him so that only his leather boots and face were visible. It was tradition to enter a church during the night after the Ceremony, but one must do it in a secluded way to not appear as boastful. As well as, he didn’t want to be blamed for any disaster that may happen to the people. Living in a community like this for so long made it common sense that the less people knew, the better. Even with the most trivial things, no one wanted to risk being blamed for angering the All-Knowing.
Aether's Mercy had just been bestowed the honor of the official Priest status, finishing his training. Being given a Priest name was something every child hoped for. It represented the start of a new life—one dedicated to guiding the people and following in the footsteps of the Guardians. Every priest’s name was different, and all were based on their what their role as a Priest would be. Aether’s Mercy, would have to offer sacrifices so that the Guardians would grant mercy for the people’s wrongdoings. In turn, he must also be merciful towards others.
His footsteps were light as he padded across the building, heading towards the altar. He kneeled before it, clasping his hands together in a reverent manner. He had practiced this numerous times before as an apprentice. Except, he was no longer just a simple trainee; but rather, the fate of the world rested on his shoulders now. Now he had a true connection with the Guardians—one that could tip the world into unfurling chaos, or maintain the harmony between everyone.
Closing his eyes, Aether’s Mercy searched his mind for any sign of the Guardians telling him something. He tried to clean his thoughts of anything that may pose as a distraction or sever the fragile connection. He sat there for several minutes, remaining as still and quiet as possible. But still, try as he might, he saw or felt nothing that could be coming from the ones above.
Eventually, his eyelids fluttered open again. With a sigh, he pushed himself off the wooden ground. Perhaps the Guardians didn’t want to speak with him yet. There was a little part of him that thought that perhaps he wasn’t gifted with the skill the other Priests had. That maybe after all he couldn’t speak with the Guardians. But he immediately pushed that sliver of doubt away. That would be impossible. He had sensed their presence many times before, ever since he was a child. He wouldn’t even be able to train to be a Priest if he couldn’t communicate with them in the first place.
And that’s when it hit him.
Suddenly an image flooded his senses, as if transporting him to another place. An overwhelming emotion of anger flooded his senses. Except, this rage wasn’t his—he recognized it to be the wrath of the All-Knowing. He saw his hometown, but instead of being the beautiful oasis it normally was, it was in shambles. Ash and soot covered the town, a sign that a fire had consumed it until it was nothing.
Out of no where, the Guardian of Rectification appeared. She was beautiful, and walked with a graceful manner, as her robe flowed behind her. Her gorgeous hair cascaded down her head, sitting delicately on her shoulders.
“Hello Aether’s Mercy,” she greeted softly, her voice having a soothing ring to it. “I have been watching you closely. Congratulations on becoming a Priest,” she commended, a hand gripping his hands.
“But I didn’t just come here to commemorate you on your wonderful achievement, no, but something is happening.” Her face shifted to a worried expression. “The All-Knowing is upset and planning to inflict horror onto your people. I believe you are the only one who can prevent this mess,” she explained in a low and quieter tone. Before Aethter’s Mercy could react, the image and the Guardian faded, replaced by the church once again.
Even though the instructions were vague, the Priest knew exactly what he needed to do.
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combining worlds
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A priest stepped off the magical teleporter, his leather boot landing on stone ground. This place was unfamiliar, and definitely not the town Aether's Mercy was attempting to transport to. The city was strange, built at of rocks instead of the fancier material that was more commonly used. There was some kind of magic, but he could detect that it wasn't the kind commonly found in churches; but rather, it seemed more like a seal, something that was similar to a force field.
Initially, he didn't know what the strange magic was—nor care really. Magic wasn't exactly his job, although he did have to study the basics. But he left it to the mages to tinker with, he had other responsibilities to worry about.
The answer to the use of the seal came quickly as he tried to go back home. He planned to travel to the location he wanted to go to again. But it seems like this odd city had other plans, as the teleporter didn't work. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't work. The sun was soon setting—and who knows what night would be like in this foreign land—and with a groan, Aether's Mercy gave up. He would just have to try again the next day; preferably with some help.
He scoured the place for an inn, or somewhere he could stay temporarily. He carried a few coins in his messenger bag, not much because normally he didn't have to stay long. But hopefully it would be enough to supply him for the stay. However, Aether's Mercy quickly noticed something amiss. Everyone in this strange, medieval place seemed to be a ghost.
Despite being a Priest, Aether's Mercy never believed in ghouls—or at least visible ones. He, like all the other Priests, believed your soul would become part of one of the Guardians once you died. No spirits would be wandering the earth in a ghastly appearance. So, naturally, he assumed this was some sort of illusion or trick. This whole location gave him an unsettling feeling, and there was something definitely wrong.
Eventually, he discovered an inn after asking someone. Opening the wooden door, he entered the small building.
“Hello there,” the innkeeper greeted.
“I need a room here, please,” Aether's Mercy requested. The innkeeper nodded, gesturing towards a room. “Pick one, I don't really care,” he casually instructed. It seemed kind of abrupt, there were no payment information or questions that innkeepers normally requested. Aether's Mercy chose the one closest to the door, just in case something was to happen.
Before leaving, he decided to just ask in case the man forgot. “Don't you need my name?” To which he shook his head. “No need, I won't know who you are anyways,” he joked with a hearty laugh, though the joke flew over the younger's head. Strange.
Aether's Mercy took the key and entered the small room. He tossed his bag to the side and collapsed onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, the young man began to reflect on the day. The discovery of this weird city that he was currently unable to get out of. The ghostly civilians that resided in it. And what did the worker mean when he said that he wouldn't know who he is?
Did this place just have a weird culture that the outsider wasn't used to? Perhaps everyone was under some curse or was really into cosplaying and preserving the past.
Whatever it was, Aether's Mercy would have to find out soon if he wanted to go back to his homeland.
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common fantasy elements
Start by looking at elements of fantasy in books (or conduct a quick search online). You aren't expected to research all of these examples, just pick the ones that interest you and make the most sense. Explore how to utilize these elements in your own stories and take 100 words worth of notes.
archetypes:
- the hero - noble, courageous, must somehow change to win
- anti-hero - *cough cough* L from Death note *cough* someone with good intentions, just questionable tactices
- the villain - the one going against the hero somehow
- the mentor - very knowledgeable and teaches the hero
- the rebel - independent, fights back against oppression
- the love interest - passionate, and motivated by love
- the jester/comedic relief - mainly there to lighten the heavy mood
- the martyr - sacrifices themself somehow for the greater good
solutions to problems:
- grow stronger - the protagonist must train hard and become physically stronger
- magical artifact - someone discovers a powerful relic that solves the issue
- change - hero must go through some mental change
- sacrifice - someone important (the martyr) sacrifices themself
skills:
- weaponry - extremely good at a specific weapon
- magic - are able to use magic (illusions, control over elements, etc.)
- technology - knowledgeable in computers and advanced stuff
- blessing - favor from a divine being, giving them certain skills
- martial arts - skilled at using just their body to attack others
ideas:
- anti-hero who sacrifices their friends to gain blessings from a divine being. this is to prevent the world from being attacked again.
- a jester/comedic relief who has always just seen as someone who lightens the mood. but after discovering a secret relic, it turns out they're the only one who can make technology that can “awaken”/make it usable.
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world-building
In this section we'll be planning our fantasy worlds. First, look back at this weekly and learn how to worldbuild. Now, get started on creating your own fantasy world, writing at least 300 words of planning. Happy worldbuilding!
Just a heads up, I will probably use placeholder names for now (unless I come up with a good one) because I don't want to waste my time coming up with them.
The environment is like a technological-magical baren wasteland. Like the land is like a desert biome, but the structures are very modern using magic, and the civilization is very advanced. Cities are in isolated clusters centered around oases along with important supplies, and people use magic to connect with each other in some “spiritual realm”. This spiritual realm is like a virtual reality but being supported by magic. This whole world is like a nice mix of technology and fantasy.
Their fauna and flora aren't TOO abnormal for a fantasy world and are the typical flying animals and weird hybrid creatures, with strange ores and magical mushrooms/herbs. Nothing here is like really important for the lore, just more for convenience and world-building. Like dragons are mighty but can be tamed by those who earn its respect. Just the fauna is a little scarce purely because the world is centered around deserts and stuff, so there won't be a real surplus in resources.
In this world, there are Guardians who watch over the people. Everyone is united under one nation, and takes their problems (arguments, division, etc.) to a priest. These Priests have a special connection to the Guardians and have a code that they must follow. For example, they must always tell the truth. Their most important rule however—make sure the Guardians are happy. No matter the cost. Usually the Priests just see this “cost” as some measly sacrifice, like burning animals or offering important things. That's where our lovely anti-hero comes in—a priest thinking that he must go above and beyond and start sacrificing those close to him! (who put that exclamation mark I'm genuinely confused why was I so joyous writing this)
There is a total of three Guardians in total. The Guardian of Resources (name subject to change) is the one in charge of the land, making sure the people can survive. It is depicted as a strong and hard-working man. It handles the number of resources that are in the world, and Priests turn to it when there is a natural disaster (famine, drought, tornados, etc.). The Guardian of Rectification is the closest to the humans out of all the Guardians. It helps resolve things when issues get out of hand, and makes sure the world has peace and order. It is depicted as a loving and gentle woman.
Lastly is the All-Knowing. It is the most powerful, but also the most misrepresented. It makes sure everything is under its control, and everyone strives to make sure its happy. The people think if it finds a reason to be unhappy, it will reign terror on the people, punishing it. This is the reason why our beloved anti-hero is doing what he's doing—under the pretense that the All-Knowing is upset. When the reality is that the other Guardians are causing havoc, and the All-Knowing is trying to stop them but being framed.
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write the story
Well, there’s no point having a world with nothing happening in it: it’s time to bring it alive, by writing a fantasy story of at least 500 words that takes place within your new and unique land. You can go wild writing whatever you want – perhaps it features the beginning of a great adventure for a noble quest, or maybe it’s just a simple day-in-the-life of a mythical monster – but be sure to incorporate what you have just learnt about fantasy, and find ways to drop in all of the juiciest new inventions and elements from your work that you want to showcase!
The wooden door creaked open as a young man stepped into the threshold of desolate church. The moon hung high above, its light leaking through the windows, providing the only source of light. The structure was beautifully built out of stone, adorned with expensive gems, with its walls covered with paintings of the Guardians. Magic was imbedded within its walls to ensure the holy edifice would remain standing despite anything that may come its way.
The boy wore a clock that covered him so that only his leather boots and face were visible. It was tradition to enter a church during the night after the Ceremony, but one must do it in a secluded way to not appear as boastful. As well as, he didn’t want to be blamed for any disaster that may happen to the people. Living in a community like this for so long made it common sense that the less people knew, the better. Even with the most trivial things, no one wanted to risk being blamed for angering the All-Knowing.
Aether's Mercy had just been bestowed the honor of the official Priest status, finishing his training. Being given a Priest name was something every child hoped for. It represented the start of a new life—one dedicated to guiding the people and following in the footsteps of the Guardians. Every priest’s name was different, and all were based on their what their role as a Priest would be. Aether’s Mercy, would have to offer sacrifices so that the Guardians would grant mercy for the people’s wrongdoings. In turn, he must also be merciful towards others.
His footsteps were light as he padded across the building, heading towards the altar. He kneeled before it, clasping his hands together in a reverent manner. He had practiced this numerous times before as an apprentice. Except, he was no longer just a simple trainee; but rather, the fate of the world rested on his shoulders now. Now he had a true connection with the Guardians—one that could tip the world into unfurling chaos, or maintain the harmony between everyone.
Closing his eyes, Aether’s Mercy searched his mind for any sign of the Guardians telling him something. He tried to clean his thoughts of anything that may pose as a distraction or sever the fragile connection. He sat there for several minutes, remaining as still and quiet as possible. But still, try as he might, he saw or felt nothing that could be coming from the ones above.
Eventually, his eyelids fluttered open again. With a sigh, he pushed himself off the wooden ground. Perhaps the Guardians didn’t want to speak with him yet. There was a little part of him that thought that perhaps he wasn’t gifted with the skill the other Priests had. That maybe after all he couldn’t speak with the Guardians. But he immediately pushed that sliver of doubt away. That would be impossible. He had sensed their presence many times before, ever since he was a child. He wouldn’t even be able to train to be a Priest if he couldn’t communicate with them in the first place.
And that’s when it hit him.
Suddenly an image flooded his senses, as if transporting him to another place. An overwhelming emotion of anger flooded his senses. Except, this rage wasn’t his—he recognized it to be the wrath of the All-Knowing. He saw his hometown, but instead of being the beautiful oasis it normally was, it was in shambles. Ash and soot covered the town, a sign that a fire had consumed it until it was nothing.
Out of no where, the Guardian of Rectification appeared. She was beautiful, and walked with a graceful manner, as her robe flowed behind her. Her gorgeous hair cascaded down her head, sitting delicately on her shoulders.
“Hello Aether’s Mercy,” she greeted softly, her voice having a soothing ring to it. “I have been watching you closely. Congratulations on becoming a Priest,” she commended, a hand gripping his hands.
“But I didn’t just come here to commemorate you on your wonderful achievement, no, but something is happening.” Her face shifted to a worried expression. “The All-Knowing is upset and planning to inflict horror onto your people. I believe you are the only one who can prevent this mess,” she explained in a low and quieter tone. Before Aethter’s Mercy could react, the image and the Guardian faded, replaced by the church once again.
Even though the instructions were vague, the Priest knew exactly what he needed to do.
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To complete your weekly, head on over to this studio. Post your fantasy world https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/51732839/comments, or reply to someone else's. When you've found your partner, merge your worlds. Combine some of your partner's world with yours to create something new and magical! Write 500 words of this combo to finish your weekly. The possibilities are endless– have fun!
combining worlds
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A priest stepped off the magical teleporter, his leather boot landing on stone ground. This place was unfamiliar, and definitely not the town Aether's Mercy was attempting to transport to. The city was strange, built at of rocks instead of the fancier material that was more commonly used. There was some kind of magic, but he could detect that it wasn't the kind commonly found in churches; but rather, it seemed more like a seal, something that was similar to a force field.
Initially, he didn't know what the strange magic was—nor care really. Magic wasn't exactly his job, although he did have to study the basics. But he left it to the mages to tinker with, he had other responsibilities to worry about.
The answer to the use of the seal came quickly as he tried to go back home. He planned to travel to the location he wanted to go to again. But it seems like this odd city had other plans, as the teleporter didn't work. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't work. The sun was soon setting—and who knows what night would be like in this foreign land—and with a groan, Aether's Mercy gave up. He would just have to try again the next day; preferably with some help.
He scoured the place for an inn, or somewhere he could stay temporarily. He carried a few coins in his messenger bag, not much because normally he didn't have to stay long. But hopefully it would be enough to supply him for the stay. However, Aether's Mercy quickly noticed something amiss. Everyone in this strange, medieval place seemed to be a ghost.
Despite being a Priest, Aether's Mercy never believed in ghouls—or at least visible ones. He, like all the other Priests, believed your soul would become part of one of the Guardians once you died. No spirits would be wandering the earth in a ghastly appearance. So, naturally, he assumed this was some sort of illusion or trick. This whole location gave him an unsettling feeling, and there was something definitely wrong.
Eventually, he discovered an inn after asking someone. Opening the wooden door, he entered the small building.
“Hello there,” the innkeeper greeted.
“I need a room here, please,” Aether's Mercy requested. The innkeeper nodded, gesturing towards a room. “Pick one, I don't really care,” he casually instructed. It seemed kind of abrupt, there were no payment information or questions that innkeepers normally requested. Aether's Mercy chose the one closest to the door, just in case something was to happen.
Before leaving, he decided to just ask in case the man forgot. “Don't you need my name?” To which he shook his head. “No need, I won't know who you are anyways,” he joked with a hearty laugh, though the joke flew over the younger's head. Strange.
Aether's Mercy took the key and entered the small room. He tossed his bag to the side and collapsed onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, the young man began to reflect on the day. The discovery of this weird city that he was currently unable to get out of. The ghostly civilians that resided in it. And what did the worker mean when he said that he wouldn't know who he is?
Did this place just have a weird culture that the outsider wasn't used to? Perhaps everyone was under some curse or was really into cosplaying and preserving the past.
Whatever it was, Aether's Mercy would have to find out soon if he wanted to go back to his homeland.
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
DAILY 3 : INTERVIEW w/@icodekittiesMy word count: 638/450
Interviewing Rainbow:
Vi: Q1: What's your experience with SWC been like?
Rainbow: This is my first time in SWC, but so far it's been pretty good. Being in a space with other writers is encouraging me to write better, and I pick up tips and details from their writing to add to mine. I also wrote quite a bit yesterday in one sitting, and usually i'm unable to do that because I don't have the motivation. I'm really glad SWC was able to pull me out of my writing funk.
Vi: Yeah ! SWC is my most productful writing time // Q2: When did you start writing/why did you start writing?
Rainbow: I have always been okay-ish at writing, although up until middle school I liked essays and academic writing more than creative writing. I think it was at the beginning of middle school, sixth grade, when I started reading more YA novels, and really enjoyed the writing and storylines. I felt inspired by the writing and had the urge to try to write stories like that. I also wrote straight up fanfiction, which is also probably a big part. IMO, it's easier to write about someone else's characters.
Vi: Interesting! I've always wanted to write fanfiction but I've always been too scared I'd mess it up // Q3: Do you have a fandom that you are currently obsessed with?
Rainbow: aw, write it if you want. my fanfiction is for me only mostly, and you don't have to share it if you want. anyway // yess I live for fandoms. um, currently i'm obsessed with Jujutsu Kaisen, it actually has an amazing plot but all the characters end up dead or depressed
I especially love gojo lol i'm basic. i've also been watching a ton of tadc stuff because episode 9 hurt me inside. I have a few more smaller obsessions, but I've also been seeing a ton of Zombie Stage stuff (from Vivinos).Vi: I think I've heard of Jujutsu Kaisen! I don't know much about it though. Sounds angsty lol. I don't think I've heard of zombie Stage, but sounds cool. I'm OBSESSED w/ TADC. anywayssss /// Q4: Do you have any other hobbies besides writing ?
Rainbow: yeah! I play flute in my middle school's advanced band, I'd say i'm pretty good for your average middle school band kid. I play piano, I think i'm probably lower intermediate and my teacher hates me because I don't practice. I draw, (I hate rendering and I suck at it) do competitive swimming which i'm eh at, and I read. I read SO MUCH. literally anything, I'll read it. other then that, I'm kind of a boring person lol.
Vi: Oooh cool. Also yeah rendering sucks. )) Q5: Do you have a current writing work in progress? If so, what is it?
Rainbow: I don't have one currently except for the three billion random paragraphs of fanfiction I wrote ab and forgot for the past year lol
Vi: Ah, real. )) Q6: What kind of music do you listen to?
Rainbow: I listen to mostly anything, and if I like it, it goes in the soup, (my playlist) pop, rock, folk, indie, kpop, jpop, vocaloid, daycore, nightcore, literally anything.
Vi: Oooh cool! // Q7: What does your room look like / what does your dream room look like?
Rainbow:
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Interviewing Vi:
Rainbow: anyway, Q1: what has your experience with writing been? Do you write often, is this your first time in SWC?
Vi: I like to write, though I have never written a full-length story that I like. I try to write as much as possible but I need a routine to get me to do it. My first SWC session was in November 2025, but I didn't participate much after the first three days. In March 2026 though, I really locked in lol and got more writing done than I ever have before. I doubt I'll be as successful this session, cause I'll also be working on Artfight, but I hope to at least write a bit every day.
Rainbow: ooh, three sessions! nice! Q2: what's your favorite subject in school?
Vi: Ooof tough question. It really depends on the teacher, I think. These past two years I have really enjoyed History, surprisingly enough, and it was really fun learning about different events in the pasts. I had three history electives, Revolutions Throughout History, Ancient civilizations, and World Civilizations, and I swear those were the best parts of my middle school experience. Aside from that, I really like Math and ELA!
Rainbow: Q3: Do you like essay writing? I know everyone is SWC is probably a bit more into creative writing, but would you say you enjoy writing essays, or at least are skilled at it?
Vi: I kind of have a complicated relationship with essays. I can do them, and it can be kind of fun to put all my ideas together. I sort of view them as a very… formulaic type of writing? I just kinda write a very basic sentence about each thing, filling in checkboxes. I don't generally try to hard on them. I don't know if I am good at them or not though
Rainbow: ouh yeah same. Q4: Have you ever written a finished story (with chapters), whether it's just a short story, some kind of fanfiction, or a straight up novel? If so, how many words?
Vi: So technically, I worte a story with my bff when I was in fifth grade. It was my first real expiernce with creative writing, and I had a lot of fun while doing it. it wasn't good and is actually quite short, but technicallly its a complete story. It might have like 15 chapters? like 70 google docs pages but with a big font size and lots of spaces. Aside from that little thing, not much
I find it hard to commit. I'm not sure if I'm a discovery writer or not and that has been making me stop.Rainbow: mg same, for me it's a lack of commitment and motivation. Q5: have you ever done any writing challenges outside of SWC? (whether that be something in class or something like nanowrimo)
Vi: I once tried NaNoWriMo but didn't get far. I'm going o try again this year though. I don't know if it counts, but I went to a writing summer camp and they gave us ‘homework’ each night. I'm going to it again next week
Rainbow: that's really cool, the summer camp bit. we did nanowrimo in elementary school and I gave up halfway lol. Q6: are you obsessed with any fandoms? (I stole your question lol)
Vi: How dare you /j )) well, The Amazing Digital Circus, for one. mostly Jax. Aside from that, Murd3r Drones and Young Sherlock have been on my mind a lot. I recently just bought the 3-pack posters from the glitch site so I have those on my wall, and my friend bought me a murd3r drones shirt from Hot Topic. I've been showing my mom Young Sherlock, and we're pretty close to the end
Rainbow: ooh posters and shirt! I got a jjk shirt from hot topic and my mom got mad bc it was expensive lol. young Sherlock gives young Sheldon vibes. Q7: where do you like to spend your free time? what do you do?
Vi: oof. real tho– )) I spend most of my time locked in my room, listening to music or surfing the internet. I like to read webtoons too, unfortunately I'm caught up with most of them. If I'm not in my room, I'm at the local Recreational Center. I like the humid air in the pool room and it's a good environment to relax and write or read.
Rainbow: that's so cool! I barely touch grass lol- Q8: do you do any sports or outdoor activities? (gardening, soccer, marching band, idk) and also do you play an instrument?
Vi: I do a form of Martial arts called Taekwondo, It's pretty fun. I go three times a week, and I've been doing it for almost a decade now. I'm a second-degree blackbelt, but I kind of want to quit..? It's complicated. I don't play an Instrument currently, but I'm starting piano lessons next week!
To Be Continued
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SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Interview with Rubi
I got to interview Rubi (@R4Rubi) for the collaborative daily today! It was super fun, because neither of us knew each other, but we did end up having a lot in common. If you're a random person reading through the dailies, this probably isn't super interesting, because it's literally just two random people chatting and trying to get to know each other. But if you're stalking either one of us, (SWCers? stalking? never.) or just enjoy hearing other people's random conversations, here you go, I guess!
Hi! So, what's your name?
Hi! My name is Rubi, (stage/pen name R4Rubi) : )
Hi Rubi! And how many SWC sessions have you been in?
This is my first one : D but I've been writing since I was really little and posting works on Scratch for a couple years tho
And what cabin are you in?
I'm from Lyric ^^ that's actually a pretty accurate sorting lol, I write songs really often these days as a form of journalling and I'm planning on releasing original music soon : D
Nice! So what are your favorite genres to write in?
ooh good question I love writing fantasy, mystery and/or horror, like dark romantasy? idk lol hehehe I also love writing realistic fiction/home fiction : D
Nice! So what are your favorite genres to write in?
lolll : P I love horror/horror-mystery hehe but romantasy/realistic fiction-romance is SO PEAK <3
So do you read that as well, or do you read different genres than you write?
Yea, I mostly read the same genres that I write : ) the only differences are sometimes I write graphic novels/comics (and I don't usually read those), and I read sci-fi (I've attempted writing that and it was really confusing TT)
Yeah, I've tried to write sci-fi, but ended up getting lost in the plot. Outside of writing, what are some of your hobbies?
real TT outside of writing/songwriting, I love singing, drawing, I play floorball (not super well though lol), and researching my favorite topics hehe
Wait, what's floorball? It sounds interesting.
ooh uh it's similar to hockey but indoors and with a light hollow ball : P we have sticks and we use that to maneuver the ball into the goals : D it's a pretty simple game compared to other sports like soccer/football lol
Oh, floor hockey! We played that in gym class, I think. What are some of your favorite topics?
ooh, cool! It's pretty fun : D my favourite topic is neurodivergence/psychology in general, autism especially has been a really big interest of mine for the last year after realising I'm (most likely) an undiagnosed autistic : )
Huh. So would you like, do that as part of your job someday?
Possibly! currently I'm looking into art therapy of some sort to study in college?
Ohh, that sounds really cool! I've mostly been avoiding thinking about college.
realllll…. I was avoiding it too but my mum said I had to start thinking about it TT
Yep. My mom actually bought me an ACT study book already, even though it'll be out of date by the time I take it.
Oofff…. lol :')
Alrighty Abby! (saw ur name on your profile lol) first of all! What's your go-to for overcoming writers' block?
Going outside, walking around, playing with my cats. Basically just going to my happy place and waiting for something to come to me.
ooh, cats! tell me about them : ) also, what's the craziest idea you've ever put into writing?
I have 4 cats, they're all a bit crazy, but we love them. Um.. honestly, probably the time I ended up trying to write shut up and dance with me as a daily.
wow.. that's a lot of cats hehe + woah :0 what was your result like?
Super awkward, because I'm not great at writing romance.
Oof :') alright moving on! If there was a secret “formula” you could drink and afterwards every single piece you wrote would be a masterpiece (but not by your own ability), and all the writers around you were taking it and beating you in writing contests left and right, what would you do and why? (weirdly specific lol sorry but I'm curious)
Honestly, I think I would just keep writing by myself, and trying to get to that level naturally. That would feel way too much like cheating.
Yup, agreed. Would you try to convince others to do the same, or live and let live? + If your cats were main characters of a story, what “roles” would you put them in? (sorry for jumping back to cats lol my ideas are really random)
hi, you still there?
Yep, forgot we had family breakfast today. Umm, Precious would definitely be the villain, and Sage would be her sidekick. Storm would save the day, and Dusk would be the wise mentor. & I think I would let others do what they wanted.
Ooh icic cool! Okies now a couple more.. what do you think defines your style as a writer? (ie, what do you think is the “stamp” or specific "oh I can tell this is Abby because of “)? Or do you think your writing style is pretty generic? (and if so, what are your thoughts on that?)
Honestly, I'm pretty generic, I'd love to be recognized for being descriptive, though, so I'm really working on that.
Oops I see.. Good luck with that! Keep going and you'll get your descriptions out really good someday : ) tips for writing descriptions is 1. use all the senses one by one 2. use words that aren't usually used in that way (eg, personification of objects/sounds, unusual descriptors like ”the tree towered over them like a stern headmaster with his dark bushy mustache") (not too good lol js typed that on the spot but you get the point)
ok I think we're done : ) thank you!
Ok! Thank you too! Hopefully I see you around.
I got to interview Rubi (@R4Rubi) for the collaborative daily today! It was super fun, because neither of us knew each other, but we did end up having a lot in common. If you're a random person reading through the dailies, this probably isn't super interesting, because it's literally just two random people chatting and trying to get to know each other. But if you're stalking either one of us, (SWCers? stalking? never.) or just enjoy hearing other people's random conversations, here you go, I guess!
Hi! So, what's your name? Hi! My name is Rubi, (stage/pen name R4Rubi) : ) Hi Rubi! And how many SWC sessions have you been in? This is my first one : D but I've been writing since I was really little and posting works on Scratch for a couple years tho And what cabin are you in? I'm from Lyric ^^ that's actually a pretty accurate sorting lol, I write songs really often these days as a form of journalling and I'm planning on releasing original music soon : D Nice! So what are your favorite genres to write in? ooh good question I love writing fantasy, mystery and/or horror, like dark romantasy? idk lol hehehe I also love writing realistic fiction/home fiction : D Nice! So what are your favorite genres to write in? lolll : P I love horror/horror-mystery hehe but romantasy/realistic fiction-romance is SO PEAK <3 So do you read that as well, or do you read different genres than you write? Yea, I mostly read the same genres that I write : ) the only differences are sometimes I write graphic novels/comics (and I don't usually read those), and I read sci-fi (I've attempted writing that and it was really confusing TT) Yeah, I've tried to write sci-fi, but ended up getting lost in the plot. Outside of writing, what are some of your hobbies? real TT outside of writing/songwriting, I love singing, drawing, I play floorball (not super well though lol), and researching my favorite topics hehe Wait, what's floorball? It sounds interesting. ooh uh it's similar to hockey but indoors and with a light hollow ball : P we have sticks and we use that to maneuver the ball into the goals : D it's a pretty simple game compared to other sports like soccer/football lol Oh, floor hockey! We played that in gym class, I think. What are some of your favorite topics? ooh, cool! It's pretty fun : D my favourite topic is neurodivergence/psychology in general, autism especially has been a really big interest of mine for the last year after realising I'm (most likely) an undiagnosed autistic : ) Huh. So would you like, do that as part of your job someday? Possibly! currently I'm looking into art therapy of some sort to study in college? Ohh, that sounds really cool! I've mostly been avoiding thinking about college. realllll…. I was avoiding it too but my mum said I had to start thinking about it TT Yep. My mom actually bought me an ACT study book already, even though it'll be out of date by the time I take it. Oofff…. lol :') Alrighty Abby! (saw ur name on your profile lol) first of all! What's your go-to for overcoming writers' block? Going outside, walking around, playing with my cats. Basically just going to my happy place and waiting for something to come to me. ooh, cats! tell me about them : ) also, what's the craziest idea you've ever put into writing? I have 4 cats, they're all a bit crazy, but we love them. Um.. honestly, probably the time I ended up trying to write shut up and dance with me as a daily. wow.. that's a lot of cats hehe + woah :0 what was your result like? Super awkward, because I'm not great at writing romance. Oof :') alright moving on! If there was a secret “formula” you could drink and afterwards every single piece you wrote would be a masterpiece (but not by your own ability), and all the writers around you were taking it and beating you in writing contests left and right, what would you do and why? (weirdly specific lol sorry but I'm curious) Honestly, I think I would just keep writing by myself, and trying to get to that level naturally. That would feel way too much like cheating. Yup, agreed. Would you try to convince others to do the same, or live and let live? + If your cats were main characters of a story, what “roles” would you put them in? (sorry for jumping back to cats lol my ideas are really random) hi, you still there? Yep, forgot we had family breakfast today. Umm, Precious would definitely be the villain, and Sage would be her sidekick. Storm would save the day, and Dusk would be the wise mentor. & I think I would let others do what they wanted. Ooh icic cool! Okies now a couple more.. what do you think defines your style as a writer? (ie, what do you think is the “stamp” or specific "oh I can tell this is Abby because of “)? Or do you think your writing style is pretty generic? (and if so, what are your thoughts on that?) Honestly, I'm pretty generic, I'd love to be recognized for being descriptive, though, so I'm really working on that. Oops I see.. Good luck with that! Keep going and you'll get your descriptions out really good someday : ) tips for writing descriptions is 1. use all the senses one by one 2. use words that aren't usually used in that way (eg, personification of objects/sounds, unusual descriptors like ”the tree towered over them like a stern headmaster with his dark bushy mustache") (not too good lol js typed that on the spot but you get the point) ok I think we're done : ) thank you! Ok! Thank you too! Hopefully I see you around.Last edited by AGJ4 (July 3, 2026 20:13:10)
- YorkiesAreAmazing123
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
Nayeli sat down feeling puzzled. She was throwing a birthday party, and really didn't know what to get.
She was creating a wish list. She sat down and thought about her hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking, music, and driving. Maybe she could ask for some driving scent things for her car? That would be cute. Clothes is a definite no. She remembered when her old mother tried handing her some things and she thought they were all ugly.
For painting, obviously brushes were a must. But she wasn't too into painting lately.
Maybe for writing, maybe that'd be it. But how much better can you get besides a good piece of paper and some pens?
Asking for pens for your birthday sounds poor.
Maybe a practice journal. She's been wanting one of those for a while. Nahhh. She would rather just log on to some google file and track that that way.
Maybe she was getting boring she thought.. The only thing she wanted was a psat prep course or an easy way to a 1400 on a sat.
Okay she put down a PSAT prep book. What else? Maybe more capos for her guitar.. No. It has to be something her parents wouldn't get her.
Driving…. stuff
She's considering some scent for her car. As for the bible, she wants a NASB 2020 Bible.
She was thinking about getting some hair mousse. Why mousse and not gel? Same thing Nayeli was asking herself.
She will get gel is what she decided after consulting the internet about it for hours on end. She is turning a big age, and she was a bit worried. Was she falling behind? A quick memory of the Laufey song flew by her.
Now she is looking into buying manga of an old comic that her brother introduced her to when she was younger.
Nayeli was disturbed by a young fellow who was around her.
“I see you're making a list there eh?”
He had a long white beard and a tone of voice that was low. His name was Buferd. He was an ancient king in New England.
She was creating a wish list. She sat down and thought about her hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking, music, and driving. Maybe she could ask for some driving scent things for her car? That would be cute. Clothes is a definite no. She remembered when her old mother tried handing her some things and she thought they were all ugly.
For painting, obviously brushes were a must. But she wasn't too into painting lately.
Maybe for writing, maybe that'd be it. But how much better can you get besides a good piece of paper and some pens?
Asking for pens for your birthday sounds poor.
Maybe a practice journal. She's been wanting one of those for a while. Nahhh. She would rather just log on to some google file and track that that way.
Maybe she was getting boring she thought.. The only thing she wanted was a psat prep course or an easy way to a 1400 on a sat.
Okay she put down a PSAT prep book. What else? Maybe more capos for her guitar.. No. It has to be something her parents wouldn't get her.
Driving…. stuff
She's considering some scent for her car. As for the bible, she wants a NASB 2020 Bible.
She was thinking about getting some hair mousse. Why mousse and not gel? Same thing Nayeli was asking herself.
She will get gel is what she decided after consulting the internet about it for hours on end. She is turning a big age, and she was a bit worried. Was she falling behind? A quick memory of the Laufey song flew by her.
Now she is looking into buying manga of an old comic that her brother introduced her to when she was younger.
Nayeli was disturbed by a young fellow who was around her.
“I see you're making a list there eh?”
He had a long white beard and a tone of voice that was low. His name was Buferd. He was an ancient king in New England.
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- spr1ngt1m3summ3rrr
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
❥・Weekly 01
Wordcount・1577/1400
Topic・Fantasy story
Points・2500
Cabin・Bi-fi
❥・Part 01
Wordcount・147/100
Topic・Notes and ideas
notes of fantasy:
- magic:
- birth powers
- varying skills in magic
- good and evil magic
- objects that corrupt or give magic
- animals:
- unrealistic creatures
- unicorns, griffins, dragons, etc
- plant life:
- colorful plants
- usually very large
- sometimes have magical properties
- common storyline:
- good vs evil
- good always wins
- “happily ever after”
- prince saves princess
idea:
once upon a time, there was a happy kingdom where everybody has a powers they've received at birth. one day, this girl is strolling through the woods and finds a mysterious black crystal. she picks it up, curious, but it corrupts and twists her magic and herself. she, having friends in high places, manipulates her friends in high places and takes over the kingdom for a long, evil reign. eventually, a rebellion starts up and the defeat the evil queen. they're eventually able to extract the evil magic from the crystal out of her.
❥・Part 02
Wordcount・330/300
Topic・Wordbuilding
Welcome to the Keen Fields: A wonderful and fantastical place in the hidden magical depths of our known Earth. Everybody in this land of wonder is born with a unique power that nobody else alive has. Granted, somebody whom has died may be able to have a repeated power in another person, but every soul alive has a different power. These powers are sorted into the four main categories of Strength, health, entertainment, and creation. One day, however, a teenage girl named Freya was going on a walk through the woods, practicing her power in the creation category. She'd found a tree stump that was chopped down long ago, and crafted a small boat out of the wood with her ability to shape natural resources. In the soil below, though, she spotted a small glimmering. Curious, she moved the dirt away from the shine she had spied. The source of light ended up being a glimmering pure black crystal. She grabbed it in hopes that it would be a nice addition to a future project, but as her fingers clasped around the gemstone, her magic was corrupted and twisted, which made Freya the first ever human in the Keen Fields to ever obtain dark magic. She overthrew the peaceful community with no direct leader and made herself the supreme ruler of their world. More crystals appeared throughout the land, and Freya hoarded them all to guarantee her rule forever. Eventually it was found that the source of these crystals was the state of the Earth declining, both physically on its own and the state of the humans without powers walking on it. The issues fed into each other, and a rupture between the world of fantasy and the world of reality occurred. Now, there's a resistance hoping to take down the evil ruler Freya and heal the rupture. They wish to restore peace and happiness to both worlds once again after the years of violence and and fighting and unhappiness.
❥・Part 03
Wordcount・542/500
Topic・Story writing
Liam ducked under the forever growing ivy next to the waterfall. He looked behind him to guarantee that nobody would follow him beneath the vines, and couldn't catch a glimpse of any others. He made sure not to pull his cloak's hood off before reaching the lair where everybody met. Liam wound through the complex cave system that had a specific and confusing route which eventually led to the meeting place. The rebellion against Queen Freya had finally began to form a strategy and plan to take the kingdom back from the Queen's twisted rule. Fixing that problem would also hopefully let them be able to think of a way to separate the two worlds of magic and reality again, but that stage of planning was long ways away. After a few minutes, Liam reached the slightly squished cavern where they held meetings on an irregular basis. He heard their leader, Harold, talking with the other members around the table with their map of the kingdom. “If we don't take action on this strategy now, we could lose more citizens!” he heard Zoe shout harshly at him, slamming her fists down. “But if we do go along with this unexecuted one, we could lose more of our own! Do you want your fellow rebels to be killed or random townsfolk we don't even know on the street?” Harold snapped back. Zoe crumpled over herself onto the table, Harold wincing whilst realizing what he'd implied to her. “I see. My sister's but random townsfolk off the street.” Zoe paused for a moment. “Harold, I don't NEED another one of my SISTERS to DIE!!” she shouted as loud as she was able that wouldn't reveal their location. Panting, she raised her hood and stormed out of the cavern. Liam looked down and tried not to stare at her. “Er, is the meeting over for today? Or are we continuing without Zoe?” he asked awkwardly once assured that she'd left. “I don't know. She's just so young. She's only been in this battle for a few months, and she's still so impatient to defeat Freya. I've been leading this since my father was killed. I want—No, I need—to make sure that all of this effort doesn't only make me lose another family.” Harold mumbled. He paused. “But, yes, to answer your question, the meeting is dismissed for today.” Liam nodded and watched as everyone slowly gathered their things and stumble towards the exit. Despite not even being involved between Harold and Zoe's argument, he still felt guilt for Zoe. She'd been raised in a terrible shelter that has hardly any supplies, and she had to raise her younger sister, Derra, essentially on her own. Her parents left them alone at that shelter with their older brother Ben. Derra had recently been taken away by Freya's guards and killed in the town's square. Freya has been trying to hide the murder of citizens as honor, and Zoe took none of it. Liam didn't know where Zoe lived, so he couldn't comfort her, but he'd try to talk to her and calm her at their next meeting in 2 suns. Liam raised his cloak and padded his feet lightly through the tunnel and headed home.
❥・Part 04
Wordcount・558/500
Topic・SWapC
On his way home after the failed meeting, Liam felt the ground beneath him quake. He recognized this jerking movement, one that was not from an earthquake, but… No, it couldn't be. There weren't any other worlds that could rupture into theirs! He knew this was another rupture, though, and he rushed to the nearest building outside of the forest for shelter. Once he felt the soil stop popping up into the air from the jitters, he ran outside and to where he heard the merge splitting. Across the cascading ravine that had just opened up was three different lands that seemed to be another fantastical and magical world like Liam's own. They all we're raised their whole lives knowing of two worlds: Earth and theirs. Earth kept their world held together, and theirs held together Earth. And now, despite that… There was another world similar to theirs in the fact it had magic. Immediately everyone was pushed out of the way by Freya's guards, some even tumbling down into the void from the force. Some screamed for family that'd fallen, but the rest stayed silent. Everyone looked down, into the void, or stared down Freya and her guards with pure hatred. “What's this?” Freya said accusingly. “Er, your majesty, another rupture occurred…” a man in the crowd said. Freya whipped her head around at him and widened her eyes. “In what universe do you think you have the right to think I'm that idiotic? Of course I know it's another rupture, young man,” she snarled. She nodded to one of the two guards next to her. He raised his hand as the man did as well. One swift jerk later, he was tumbled into the void and more screaming broke out. “SILENCE!” Freya barked at the crowd. Silence fell upon them, and Freya shaped a nearby tree into a simple bridge directly in front of her. She slowly clicked her heels across the makeshift bridge. She hadn't bothered explore Earth, knowing that they could do much more damage to the kingdom than this world most likely could, based on the looks of it. “Not like you care about the kingdom itself. You just want something to rule over,” Liam accidentally mumbled. Freya stopped in her tracks. Liam immediately recognized what he'd just done, and started sweating profusely. She slowly turned towards Liam, eyes widened. “Excuse me? Did you just say that I, your SUPREME RULER doesn't CARE about my KINGDOM? How DARE YOU!” she screeched. The guard from earlier dangled him over the void. People from the other kingdom were starting to gather near the rupture, and immediately shrieked in horror of what they saw the clear ruler doing to citizens. “Take this as a lesson, you. Never doubt your ruler like this one did,” she sneered at the alien people coming from the other world. Still floating above the void, partially petrified from the guard's powerful and destructive magic. He smiled nervously at the people from the other world with a wink. He heard a scream from behind him, and shortly after heard pushing through crowd. Struggling to turn his head towards the scream, he caught a glimpse of Zoe. He was dropped in that moment, and the last thing he ever saw was Zoe crying and screaming for him over the edge of the bridge.
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- spr1ngt1m3summ3rrr
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
❥・03
Wordcount・574/450
Topic・Interview another camper
Points・500 (+150 for proof)
Cabin・Bi-fi
questions i gave for the daily:
1. what's your favorite book?
2. what's your favorite swc cabin throughout the sessions been?
3. what's fandoms are you in?
4. what style of writing do you typically write in?
5. what's your most memorable swc moment?
6. adding on to the fandoms question, who's your favorite character(s) from each of those?
7. who's your least favorite from those fandoms?
8. what's your favorite type of swc event/game?
9. who's your favorite music artist?
10. your favorite song by them?
questions i got for the daily:
1. In my opinion, I think that the theming is the best part of my cabin! I really like the bit of One Piece that I've seen, and I think that the way it's been turned into a whole cabin is very interesting. The way that my leaders are also interpreting it into a storyline is also very intriguing. So far we're making our own One Piece characters, and despite not having personally done it yet, it looks very detailed and well-made!
2. I'm looking forward to all the small mini-games such as word wars, critiques, and pen-pals! I didn't really do pen-pals last session, but I'm hoping to write much more than one or two letters this session. Also, I think my typing speed has gone up a bit since last session, so hopefully I'll be a bit better at word wars this time around. I'm pretty much just generally going to try to participate in those events more often, along with contributing to Cabin Wars more than I had previously. So yeah, I'd say I'm most looking forward to that.
3. I'm excited for interactive dailies such as this one! I love it when the hosts have us talk to each other and make new friends. I'm also excited for some bi-dailies since the prompts for those are always complex and unique!
4. My favorite SWC activity is Cabin Wars! It can be a bit stressful at times, but it encourages me to make sure I finish the weekly for that week and that I do more camp wide activities like the ones I'd mentioned earlier.
5. One valuable thing I've learned from SWC is time management. I occasionally forget about the daily and end up having to do certain things in the last possible minute, such as yesterday's daily, but most of the time I try to make sure to check the time so I make sure that I'll have time for the daily or activity for each day. Not quite as skilled with managing weeklies, though.
6. That motivational mangoes are a thing. Along with Alana summoning circles.
7. I wish SWC had some sort of welcoming program, you know? Similarly to how we have TCTWNW, we could have a welcoming cabin that's less competitive and has priority of having camper's that it's their first session, with the occasional experienced SWCer mixed in there.
8. A compliment I could give to another cabin is to Gothic for seeming quite dedicated since they have so many points already!!
9. Hey, I said that earlier!!
10. My least favorite part of SWC is the stress of the leader application process. This session was my first time applying, and they way I'd formatted my application was almost too much to chew. It was also stressful to wait an entire day and a half to find out the results.
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- icebunny11
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2026
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
◪ Noͦ 3
Wordcount:
Interviewer: 528 total, 177 words myself
Interviewee: 744 total, 500 words myself
Topic: Today, you’ll get to know someone from another cabin through an interview
Points: 500+150 for proof
Cabin: Dystopian-Xenofi love child
Ava: *clears throat* Hello there! I'm Ava, and I'll be interviewing you for the Daily Times! Can you introduce yourself for us?
Creator: Okay, hi! My SWC Gothic nickname is Sapphire, but most people call my Creator! I’m an animator that’s not good at games, but an expert at writing. I try to be as helpful and excited as possible, helping around in all corners!
Ava: Oo, animator! What exactly do you animate?
Creator: Well, I animate small stories, with my OC in it, normally. Right now, I’m focusing more on art and writing, but I enjoy to animate! I got quite good over the years; one even got proposed to be featured!
Ava: Wow, that must be exciting! Can you describe it to me? Why do you think it deserved to be featured?
Creator: Yes, it is! So, the animation was called ScrAItch 1. It was about Scratch in 25 years! I predicted that Scratch would have lots of AI features, and some useful blocks. I am kind of right though: Scratch 4.0 is gonna have AI. But it was smoothly animated (at least in my opinion), even tho my OC was bad, and overall it was quite good! It has over 400 views, and people loved it. 3 people proposed it, but I knew it wouldn’t get featured: it was too short… but I was happy anyway!
Ava: I started animating since I discovered Scratch! That was basic stuff though. Just some sprites from the Scratch Library saying stuff and moving. Not smooth at all! I didn’t even look at others’ projects, so… I enjoy it cos it’s so fun to make characters and code what they do! It’s such a vast range from what you can imagine and create here
Creator: I started animating since I discovered Scratch! That was basic stuff though. Just some sprites from the Scratch Library saying stuff and moving. Not smooth at all! I didn’t even look at others’ projects, so… I enjoy it cos it’s so fun to make characters and code what they do! It’s such a vast range from what you can imagine and create here
Ava: Scratch really is a place where you can do so many unique things! Do you remember your first project? What was it like?
Creator: Yes, I remember! My first shared project was a Scratch Library bat talking about scaring people, and then shouting “BOO!” It also flapped with its wings. My first non-shared project? That I can’t remember, but it might have been something for school!
Ava: Moving back to your earlier statement, you also said you liked art and writing! What kind of artstyle do you have? What genres do you like to write?
Creator: Well, I have to say: my art style is not as “refined” as other art styles. I draw everything with my finger, and sometimes with my Apple Pencil. That’s why it looks a bit… wonky. And I love to write Fantasy! Actually quite funny, because I’m not in the Fantasy cabin: I’m in Gothic! So now I’m trying to make my writing more dark.
Ava: Thank you for letting me interview you!
Aasha: hi, it's nice to meet you! what name do you go by on this fair website and, how long have you been here? and, what's your favourite memory on scratch?
Ava: no, I'm fine doing it here <3 I go by Ava over here, but you are also free to call me fox! I've actually been here forrr *checks account* omg five years and a few months! It's been so long that I know half the SWC community by heart. My favourite memory on Scratch is definitely my first ever session of SWC with Birdi, it always brings a smile to my face!
Aasha: ooh, birdi! i've heard a lot about her (unfortunately never got the chance to meet her T-T), she sounds really cool! why, what made that session so special?
Ava: Well, the thing is, I wasn't actually supposed to be a camper at all. I was a backup camper and because I was still a wee little teen, I had no idea how SWC worked at all. Getting a message that I was accepted into the camp confused me so much but I was still so happy, I ran around and showed my cousin for an hour until she got sick of it lmao <3 She IS really cool, even through all the mistakes I made she always cheered me on!
Aasha: aw, that's really sweet <3 woah, sounds like a long time ago, when was that?
Ava: hmmm I think maybe 4 years back? 2022 was definitely such a stressful year for me, and SWC helped me so much! I could come back here whenever I felt too overwhelmed, and the community was always there for each other. In comparison, I'm now one of the uncs of the community instead </3 14th session is crazy
Aasha: woah fourteen sessions!!! (also i apologize, i realize that was not a proper interview question bc it had such a short answer, but i got really curious-) ooh, i can relate to that, i think my first session in 2024 occupied a very similar role for me
Ava: Ah no worries, I love just throwing forth questions and answers too! Oo, I have a LOT of hobbies, kind of like a jack of all trades! Unfortunately, the saying goes jack of all trades, jack of none :sadly: obviously other than reading and writing, I love to produce music, sing, play instruments, sports like volleyball or swimming, art, coding (it is scratch, after all), I am a huge anime nerd sue me </3 and so much more! I started writing when I was 5 years old, my first story was so awful omg</3
Aasha: oh my gosh same T-T i started at five as well, and it was a silly five-sentence story about a girl getting a puppy for her birthday (guess what i wanted for my birthday xD), so don't worry haha we've all been there. and… woah, that's a lot! how do you find the time for all this?? mad respectt
Ava: Hmm.. I wonder what you wanted for your birthday.. :confusion: It's actually super hard because I have tutions as well 5 days of the week, so it always feels good when somebody validates how many tasks I do omg <3 My favourite task is definitely writing and reading at the end of the day, my friends are sick of me carrying a new book to school every few days. It's gotten so bad I have a special jacket that has a book sized pocket on the inside, so I can hide them when teachers walk by :sob:
Aasha: dang, dedication. which is the understatement of all time lol. if you could have dinner with someone, anyone right now, who would it be, and why?
This is so cheesy but I would probably love to have dinner with all of the SWC participants, whether past or current! God it sounds so corny reading it back to myself </3 but I really feel like all of us are genuienely a bootleg summer camp, instead of having to go live in wood cabins you write to your hearts content! I really wish it was possible all of us could sit down for a meal together and just laugh <3