❥・@imstillbreathing
Wordcount・175
Prompt・"I thought I lost the only part of you I had left
Points・100 for winning (+25 for a prompt)
Cabin・Bi-fi

“I'd thought I'd last the last bit of you I had left,” Lilith said, looking up at her past love. She knew that this conversation was only a dream, a hallucination, but she had to take in these sweet moments of her beloved, even if she knew they weren't real. She knew the dangers of the crystal the rebels had thrown at her. She knew her wrongs, she knew Daisay was gone. Most of herself wanted to get lost in the fake reality the crystal threw her into. If it was one where Daisay and Lilith could be happy together, she didn't care if it wasn't real. Daisay reached out her hands, and Lilith happily grabbed them. They went together on walks and journeys, happy for once. Not in secret. Not hiding in the meadow. Just there, just the two of them. Lilith could feel the effect of the crystal wearing off, and that Daisay was fading now. She screamed out for her to come back, sobbing as hard as a thunderstorm thunders up above.

word war with skylar - lost (327 words v 329 words)

“…I owe you an explanation, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do!” Admiral of Stars Cattleya shrieked, as her hair began to float and curl above her head, her shirt billowing out as her body began to feel weightless. “Frank Lee, what have you done now?”

Frank rubbed at his neck ashamedly as he also began to float upwards along with the rest of the crew on board. “Well, I was experimenting combining a bird with a fish, and then it looked pretty good, so I tried to put it into the food. And apparently everyone who ate it didn’t even realise, so I think the taste is good enough.”

Cattleya had to forcefully push down the urge to scream. “Frank, how do we get ourselves down, then?" She grabbed at the ship’s mast, which she had luckily floated towards, in an attempt to stop rising upwards and keep herself in place. It would be a painful landing if she floated any further up - not that it wouldn’t be already.

Frank grimaced - despite the distance between Cattleya and him she could see his expression that was so familiar - the expression he wore any time one of his experiments backfired again.

“Frank?” Cattleya’s tone was more insistent this time.

“I didn’t think this would happen…” Frank tried to explain. “But, I do have an antidote I prepared just in case! It’s in my cabin.”

Cattleya glanced down at the mentioned cabin and felt a queasy swell in her stomach as she realised just how high up she was on the ship. Around her, other pirates dangled off sails, holding on tightly with troubled and infuriated expressions.

“Well get it!” Cattleya shouted. She wasn’t particularly sure how Frank would get it, but she would make sure he did and freed everyone on the ship. She was already thinking up of ways she could punish him, although she knew it wouldn’t have any effect. He would always still continue his experiments, and

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gothic vs. Dystopian ⋆.ೃ࿔ ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴠᴀ! @icebunny11 ~ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ

✐ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: “ᴏʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴛᴏᴘᴜꜱ!” ✏

The walk continued in from the boardwalk all the way to the aquarium. He had never been before. I mean he was just a toddler so it could be assumed. As the path continued inside, I felt the cooling breeze of the air conditioner brushing on my skin. After I purchased tickets in a rush, he excitedly took my hand and led me to an exhibit. It had been so long since I've been in an aquarium. So long since I've been surrounded by the earth's lovely creatures with colors that light up the room. It truly was a sight to behold. I had to marvel at myself for feeling such wonder to such a childish and simple thing. He continued to rush past each exhibit, filled with absolute joy. Past the exotic fish, seals, penguins, seahorse, and jellyfish. I especially was breath taken by the sea turtles and stingray. Oh what a joy it was to touch the stingrays! Their smooth and slightly slimy exterior felt cool and soothing, petting it was so unique. It's beautiful navy back spotted with cream colored dots were beautiful. Then, we finally made it to that room. Yes, the room filled with the octopus. Boy did his face light up right then and there. He had fallen in love with these magical creatures. But somehow I was too icked out. I usually never am. We headed closer to the wide tank where the octopus were being held, and I realized the caretakers were taking them out and inviting the spectators to have a touch. ‘Oh no,’ I thought. He continued to beckon me over with absolute amazement at the creature– longing to touch it. “Haha, um no no. I don't think we should do that Luke.” I said slowly. And I had to forcefully lead him to another exhibit. The poor child's only reply was “Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with the octopus!”.

✏ 7.4.2026 ~ Daily #4, word war #1 ⛧ ~ 324 words ౨ৎ
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◪ Word War 1
Wordcount: 383
Person warred: technj2009
Win/Loss: Win
Prompt used: “Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with the octopus!”
Time: 5 minutes
Cabin: Dystopian-Xenofi love child

“Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with the octopus!”

“That is NOT an octopus!” Kylie screeched, looking at the very well-possible eldritch horror in front of her, and her best friend Gary floating next to it.

“Oh come on, he's just a big boy!” Gary protested, patting the eldritch horror with his gloved hand, smiling through the submarine mask as he bared his fangs at it. He? She? What even was this thing? It had like 12 tentacles, no wait, Kylie was counting again. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen? thirteen? thirteen tentacles for what bro? Who needs thirteen tentacles? Is multitasking really that important that you need thirteen tentacles all with their own suckers?

“He's literally,” Kuylie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, trying to remind herself that this was Gary she was talking to, the one who failed preschool and had to stay back two years. “He is literally the size of our frickin submarine if it was multiplied by twelve. Do you know the difference between a big boy and a massive monster?”

The monster growled at her comment.

“See, you hurt his feelings!” Gary pouted at her, going to hug two out of their thirteen tentacles. Kylie closed her eyes and clapsed her gloved hands together, taking a deep breath from the oxygen tube. Yeah no, this was absolutely not going to end well. She prayed up to whoever was the god of the ledirtch horrors, hoping that Gary would get at least a quick and painless death. He may be dumb, but he didn't deserve to get the life squeezed out of him just because he lacked a few brain cells.

"Look, he's hugging me back!'

Kylie opened her eyes to see the black eldritch monster hugging her friend back, hugging her friend back and not absolutely crushing him with a flick of the tip of his tentacle. He looked happy; in fact, his one big eldritch horror eye blinked rapidly as if he was not used to such human pleasures and love.

The eldritch horror then proceeded to also pull in Kylie with four of his thirteen tentacles, which wasn't really necessary because he could have literally done it with one.

Weekly 2 ☆ Self-Care
0/1000 words

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Part 1 ⋅ Self-Care Sunday

i did some baking! i made flourless cookies - the type that turn out like meringues <3

Part 2 ⋅ Wellness Walk

Five Minute Word War vs @equestrian5810

400 words
Prompt by essayist: Hey earth! It's gravity. I'm taking a break

It’s just really tiring holding you all down all the time, you know? I have a lot of other planets to do stuff on too. And I really need a day off sometimes. Or a year. A millenia. I’m nut siure exactly how long I’m gonna take, I’ still figiruing it out,, but I’ll be back! I promise! Just a short vacation. I’m sure you’ll be okay without me, right? I mean, you all seem very excited about ero gravity stuff. AN that song Defiying Gravity is reasylly pololuar, right? Isn’t Opularalr another song from Wicked? What am I saying ,f course I know it is. I love that movie. Well, I like it okay, I ‘like itb etter than the other movies this year. My favorite song is actually No Good Deed. Anywyay, I hope you all have fun without me! I have a big trip planned, a lot of exciting stuff. I’m gonna go out of this universe and into another one! I wanna see the world without shrimp, and the world that’s nothing but shrimp, and a bunc hof other ones. DId you know how many universes there are? I am not entirely sure myself, I’d lahvfe to check my guidebook. I also wanna stop by the volcano universe , the universe where the big bang never ahppened, the universe where it happened oer and over again, pool city, and ab nch of other ones. I haven’t decided on all of them yet. ANywya, won’t this be fun for you? Iv’e herard you complain about stuff like stuff falling and breaking or people falling and breaking — I think you call it dying? Anyway,, you’ll have a good time without me I think. Maybe we both need a break from each other! Well, really it’s nonly you humans who complain and write songs about me. Most other animals don’t . That’s why I pay extra attention to you humans. that and your zero gravity stuff. I don’t know about you, but I feel kinda cofnlicted abtu people being excited about zero me. I don’t know hw you’d feel if everyone were like ooh cool a place with zero you! Like, ooh, zero Dave! You’re in zero dave! You probably wouldn’t love it. No hard feelings, though. I just think it will be interesting to take some time off and explore some other places. Have fun without me! I’ll tell you

Word war w/@FairyAyla
357 words, prompted, 7 minutes

Pardon the spelling mistakes.

“…I owe you an explaination, don't I?”
“Yes, I rather think you do.” Her voice was stone cold, her eyes locked onto mine I wanted to look away, but I was frozen there in my guilt.
“I… I don’t know where to start.” I want to tell her everything. I want to tell her why I had done this to her. I wanted to tell her why I regretted it so much. I wanted to tell her so much. But it was so difficult.
“Go back to the beginning.” She suggested, no hint of warmth in her eyes.
“…It started at the beginning of last school year. Orientation-” I had to pause as my mind flooded with memories. “That’s when he came up to me.”
“Orientation? Why were you at orientation?”
“My cousin. It’s their first year, I was.. Showing them around. They wandered off at some point with their friends though, so I was left alon with him. I didn’t realize what was happening at first. He was nice, charming. Calming.” My voice faded slighlty, remembering how nice it had been to be with him for those first few times. But now those memories were hinted with the anger and bitterness that had filled in the hollowed out holes in our hearts.
“And then…?” She asked, brow arched.
“Well, I went home that day and couldnt stop thinking about him. ?We had shared phone numbers- he had offerend to show me his pokemon collection. We met up that week - at the park. It was.. Enchanting.” I admitted, head down. Knowing what I know now, I could recognize the warning signs. The way he had avoided tlaking about where he had got the cards, the way he alwyas deflected questions aout his friends or family life.
I wish I had noticed.
Maybe it would have saved me from this.
But it’s too late now.
“Anyways, after that, we just kept meeting up. It was fun, light-hearted. I know now that I shouldn’t have kept him a secret but.. But he was just so- different! Different from all of you. Not needing tor expceting things form me

Get out your keyboards and get ready to smash your fingers because it’s ready for an SWClassic, Word Wars! — An activity where you compete against other campers through writing sprints! Go here for more information: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1335613267/ and have fun, you chaotic legends!

this is a placeholder post for today's date

Word War 1 ★ 324 words
Duration: 5 minutes | Against: Imacreamoo - Myth | Prompt: N/A | Outcome: Won

hi, i’m elly! i don’t really know why i’m writing like this, in this sort of introductory way, but i’m - okay well i guess i do have a reason to write like this now, since i was incredibly busy on the first day of SWC, i didn’t get a chance to write my 1k intro which is a shame obviously because i always love doing that. so i’m going to plan to spend all my unprompted word wars writing my intro.. if that makes sense? am i allowed to do that? have a prompt in my head for an unprompted intro? well, probably, because i literally just had this idea whilst toying right now. or rather, when i started, goshhhh why am i typing so slowly? i have to lock in okay i’m already at like 2 minutes that’s basically 40% through and i’ve written like nothing.

so i’m elly, and this is my fifth session of swc i think! i’m quite new compared to like a big proportion of SWCers, but at the same time i also feel like it8s been so long since my first session!! i use the pronouns she/her and am co-leading bi-fi this session, which is set around the manga/anime/tvshow/movie/i’m not really sure what else (ooh it would be so fun if they adapted it into a musical as well) one piece, which follows luffy and his little gang of straw hat pirates as they adventure around their… world? i don’t know what it’s called, i’ve never interacted with the media - as they adventure around the one piece universe, let’s say, looking for the mysterious missing one piece. the tv show / anime has over 1000 episodes and is still going, so it’s still such a mystery over what the one piece actually IS, but i think it:s probably quite special considering that’s what everyone’s so desperate to get their hands on. oh wait i think there

Weekly Part 4 With Windmill's Aether! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/891109/?page=7#post-9270814

The priest looked towards the white coat. His vision, once blurry, turned clear, a flood of white fading away to reveal what appeared to be an extremely cozy waiting room. The priest was laying on the couch, a pillow tucked behind his bead. His clothes were slightly disheveled, his usually pristine tie with small wrinkles. However, that wasn't the most concerning part of his attire. Along the bottom side of his otherwise spotless coat, he could see… drops of blood? There was a wooden chair with a monochrome velvet cushion, with a person wearing a white coat sitting on it. He shifted a little, and the chair responded by letting out a tiny creaking noise.
“Do you remember it now?”
The priest turned to the man in the white coat. What was he doing here? Why was he in this position? He turned his head back towards the ceiling and placed a weary hand on it. After focusing for a moment, he tried to remember what exactly he had been doing in the office. It was… a therapist's office?
“Do you remember who I am?”
“…”
The voice activated him like a sleeper agent. He turned his head again, experiencing a small headache along the way, to focus onto the man with the white coat. He studied every inch of his face, the slight wrinkles, round glasses, and black hair. There seemed to be a small amount of gray hairs on it due to stress. A bit ironic considering his occupation. As he looked at the face, the memories started to flood into him.
Aether looked towards the party with a look of revelation. Turning to them, he stares at their eyes intently. Their weapons are raised up, ready to strike at a moment's notice. He looks up. The city of missing faces, the city of broken dreams and boulevards finally started to show signs of life. The wood regained a bit of its mahogany brown, while the grass and flora started to regain a bit of its soul, slowly but surely. Why had he never stopped to appreciate it before? That this world that he was trying to save, that he had worked so hard for, slaved away for, was so full of color? Turning to the sky, a rapid onset of colors flooded his cornea. He began to spread his arms out, wanting to take in the entire scene while it lasted. A small breeze lifts his coat up, but suddenly stops at his back, adding even more color to this beautiful world.
The priest turned towards the man in the white coat. He looked more intently at him, examining his surprisingly muscular torso and upper body, and noting the timer next clipped to his left pocket. Turning back towards the ceiling, he responded.
“Yes. I remember you. My-”
“You don't have to finish it.”
“… alright.”
The priest turned to the ceiling, a content smile on his face. He remembered everyone who had helped him along the way, the sacrifices he had made on their behalf, a look of sorrow, mixed with content appearing on his face. While he may have done those acts with a misguided heart, they were still pure. At least he could believe in that.
Not bothering to turn towards the therapist, who he knew was already smiling, he started to quip.
“How much do I owe you?”
“This session was free of charge. It was my pleasure to serve you as always, my dear priest. Ah, do remember to give me a recommendation to other adventurers along the way.”
At the corner of his eye, a business card is placed gently into his hand.
Aether reached into his inner coat pocket, finding a slightly crumpled yet legible card. It was completely soaked red. Aether looked to the party with a gentle smile. Another breeze blew the card forward, as salvation flew into the hands of the masses, and the final line of his sermon completed.

Daily 5 || Bug Fables epilogue (aka I write a horribly rushed scene of Kabbu having a therapy session with Leif) || 2551/300 (I think I got a BIT carried away with this one)

“Great job as always, Team Snakemouth.” Levi gave the colourful trio a nod, having just assisted in escorting yet another group of bugs through the grasslands. The Wasp Kingdom's repair had surely allowed the area to become more likable and intriguing to the general public of Bugaria. Though with a new route still under construction, it was of course on exploration teams to ensure the safety of those who traveled there.

“Just fulfilling duty as usual,” Kabbu responded before his teammates had a chance. It was always an instinct to do so before Vi requested payment or Leif let out some snarky remark. Though he'd noticed both of those seemed significantly less common. Whether it was due to his quick responses or because his team had genuinely matured at least in a professional setting, he wasn't too sure. Regardless, Team Snakemouth and Team Celia began making their way back to the Ant Kingdom to claim their reward.

After a quick visit to the queen to confirm the success of their mission and obtaining a haul of 50 berries, Team Snakemouth arrived at the little red box they called home. While they'd been offered many times for a larger, newer house for their efforts over the years, they'd remained here. Kabbu claimed it was for nostalgia reasons. Leif sided with him, although his reasons were more in line with being too lazy to move all of his possessions to a new location. Vi was also always skeptical of free handouts or suspiciously low costs, especially when there was no need to be moving. Their chomper pet, Chompy, however, would disagree. Since their first ventures through Bugaria, her size had nearly multiplied by 10. She practically had a whole room dedicated to her, if she wasn't forced outside by Vi or Kabbu due to her remaining primitive behaviour.

Leif leaned back in the middle bunk, his relatively new Gamebug gifted to him by a termite they'd helped already blasting the usual chiptunes of Mite Knight 2: The Knight Mites Back. Kabbu could hear from above the sheer amount of buttons he clicked on that device, as if his entire life depended on winning each game. Or… whatever he did in the game. Though he couldn't help but quietly hum to some of the tunes he knew well. Out of nowhere, Vi dashed into the bedroom, satchel that Kabbu typically wielded on their missions swinging off her shoulder.

“Gottagotothebeekingdombye!” She shouted as she zipped away and toward the door. Kabbu had to take a second to comprehend what he'd just heard. Leif kept his eyes on the game as if Vi hadn't shown up at all.

“Wait!” Kabbu then called after her.

The still springy young bee stopped in her tracks, frowning at the sound of Kabbu. Her antennae drooped, awaiting some sort of lecture as if she was still the same 16 moon old bee she was when she'd joined the explorer's association. A quite tiring and predictable beetle he was.

“What's got you heading out the door so fast?” Kabbu asked. Yep, there it was. Inquiring, followed by some sort of lecture.

Vi sighed. “Nothing, really. Just… going to the bee kingdom to drop something off.”

“All alone?”

Vi groaned. “Look, Kabbu. I love you and all, but can't you see I'm an adult now? I don't need to be watched by my teammates, especially for a routine visit with my literal biological family. I'm older than you were when we met! …I think. I kept mistaking you for 30 back then.”

Kabbu's expression of worry softened. “…huh.” He took a seat at the table near the door. He stayed quiet, trying to process that.

Leif then chimed in. “You still look like you'd pass for a 10 moon old.”

Vi didn't even bother reacting. “I'm just going to leave now. I'll be perfectly fine on my own.” And just like that, she left the house, hiking her way to what her teammates could only assume to be the tunnel to the lost sands.

Kabbu stood from the chair, walking back i tk the bedroom where it only seemed Leif's game had become louder and more intense. He slumped down on the bottom bunk, his head resting on one claw. “Is… what she said true?” He then asked, to no one in particular. Though it was at least partially aimed towards Leif, being the only bug in his vicinity to hear him.

“About what?” Leif questioned, still partially glued to the game.

“Has it really been that long? Have I not been keeping up with the growth of my own teammates?”

“We can't say for sure…” Leif admitted. “Though it has been a few Golden Festivals since the first time we went as a newly formed team.” He then paused the game, counting on his claws. “Yep, pretty sure we won the eating competition 7 times now? And you know we do that with no fail.” He picked up the Gamebug once more.

Kabbu thought. That did seem surprisingly accurate. About 7 times he insisted his teammates get off his case and have fun themselves. That sounds about right. Oh goddesses. “But… she's still the same old Vi.”

“Personality wise, sure.” Leif responded. He then cursed, the death sound effect on his game playing. He mildly angrily turned off the game, hopping down (though it was more like a fall than a hop) and joining Kabbu on the bottom bunk. “She's still the spunky little bee who shouted her way into getting an explorer's permit, or however you explained it.” Kabbu couldn't help but laugh a little at the way Leif explained it. “Though, she's changed, and probably more than you think.”

—

“Greetings, Vi.” A bee guard stood next to the elevator as per usual as Vi took a step off of it.
“Hey” she said as she otherwise quietly made her way inside the hive. Bees were buzzing with excitement as usual. Everything was exactly as she remembered it. From her previous visits. From when she had to aid in the ending of the Code 32 lockdown. From when she worked and lived here like any other bee here. Part of her felt she was also the same old bee, just with a fancy title and a different career from what she was before she ran away from this place. Kabbu always treated her like she was, anyways.

“No, I've definitely changed…” Vi muttered to herself as she made her way around the hive, anxious to do what her entire reason for being here was for. “I'm actually responsible. I have freedom. I have experience. At least more than I would've gotten from being stuck watching over honey churning.”

She then stopped, looking at the gears above a path turning. The factory. “But have I?” She argued with herself. I'm still a tiny freaking bee with the temper of one.” She shook her head, knowing if she'd continue this argument semi-out loud, heads would turn towards her. She was surprised no one had even questioned it yet, as heads often turned when they saw one of the literal saviors of Bugaria walking once more in her homeland she rarely trekked through anymore. She made her way back to the front, stopping in front of the door to the queen.

“State your name and reason for being here.” One of the guards in front of the door stated. It was a little annoying they'd still ask for her name, though she supposed it was just protocol.

“Vi, I'm here to present the queen with a gift.”

“We'll have to search the bag before you can enter.”

Vi sighed, passing over the satchel, the guards scavenging through it. Eventually, they closed it and handed it back to her. “You may proceed.”

—

Kabbu glanced up at Leif. “…how so? Obviously I know she's growing up, but… is there something I'm missing?”

Vi made her way through the large doors, satchel close to her side.

“Likely. For one, she's a lot more selfless. We mean, when was the last time you told her to quiet down after begging for a reward?” Leif asked. Kabbu couldn't help but dwell on that question. It had been a while since she said such a thing. And usually when she did, it was her mumbling under her breath after a difficult mission.

She stepped cautiously towards the queen, now smiling down at her.

“My queen, I am here to present you with a gift.” She opened the satchel once more, a queen's dinner still in tact, surrounded by Leif's ice magic as some sort of protective covering. The ice melted and likely evaporated away the moment it left the bag. “For all of my troubles in the past, and for all that you've done for me, the other bees, and my teammates long ago.”

Kabbu had always thought he'd always managed to get the first word in. Though, maybe he was wrong. Maybe Vi had genuinely just done it more for the love of the mission, or because she accepted this as her job and not some reward scrounging gauntlet of tasks.

She placed the queen's dinner in front of Queen Bianca, her smile growing wider.

“Why thank you, Violet.” She picked up the dish, taking the slightest of nibbles. “I know I say this every moon you visit, but you've become a mighty fine bee. And it seems your offerings exceed the last every time.”

“Of course, anything for you, my queen.”

Leif spoke up once more. “She's also still high energy, but she's learned when that energy is appropriate.” Kabbu had to admit he wasn't wrong on that one either. She had been oddly professional when visiting Queen Elizant earlier.

Vi bowed to the Queen, giving a quick “thank you for your time, my Queen”, before turning around and walking out. She walked around the hive once more before stopping at a familiar artist's studio.

Had Kabbu been so wrong about Vi's maturity? Was he really so stuck in the past that he didn't notice any of these changes?

Leif then interrupted his thoughts one more time. “She's also gotten rather respectful. You… do know why she went to the Bee Kingdom, right?”

Was this a trick question? “Oh, uh… to drop something off?”

“Drop what off?” Leif questioned.

“I, uh… well-”

She lightly knocked at the door, awaiting for a familiar bee to open it. And sure enough…

“Jaune!”

“Hello Vi,” Jaune glanced down at her sister with a light grin on her face.

“She went to go see the queen to give a meal she handmade, taking a recipe from Fry.”

Kabbu was mildly surprised.

“I've got a little surprise for you.” Vi said in a sing-song fashion, taunting her older sister with the satchel.

“Oh yeah? Well come in and show it.” Jaune motioned for Vi to enter her room, in which Vi did.

“But that's not all.” Leif stood up and motioned for Kabbu to follow him. He stood up as well, ambith walking towards a backroom Chompy often spent her time in. Kabbu only often went in there to give Chompy her meal for the day, and often left as soon as he could. He couldn't help but be a bit intimidated by Leif's “cute little baby”. Though this time around, Chompy had taken a midday nap. And in the back corner was some sort of supplies Kabbu hadn't seen before.

Vi took a seat on the chair Jaune most often spent her time in while painting. The quick attempt at sitting allowed it to spin a bit. She then opened up the satchel, ready to pull out her masterpiece.

Kabbu picked up a brush sitting on the floor. And it was covered up with… dry paint. Papers were scattered everywhere, all with paint of many different colours, though mainly starring yellow and black. “Is she…”

Jaune audibly gasped upon being shown the gift. “Did you…”

Vi nodded. “I painted it. Just for you. Took a long time to get a handle of.”

Jaune took the painting out of her sister's little claws. While certainly made from the claws of a beginner, it was still recognizable as herself, as well as all of the other important bees in Vi's life.

“Yep, she made all these.”

“I thought she never wanted to touch a paintbrush.” Kabbu fiddled around with the brush he was holding.

“She figured she'd try something new, we think she said.” Leif picked up the scatter papers abd put them neatly in a stack. “Get out of her comfort zone.”

Kabbu couldn't help but be a little stunned. She was even less stubborn now? Maybe she was an entirely different bee.

“Vi… wow, I never expected to have it in you.”

“Well, I learn from the best.”

Jaune then reached down to her for a hug, in which Vi gladly reciprocated, reminding both of them of the day they reconciled way back when she was an entirely different bee.

The two of them went back into the bedroom, Kabbu ruminating over the info he had just gathered. “Goddesses, I feel awful.”

“…why?” Leif leaned against the entrance.

“I'm a control freak.” Kabbu deflated. “She's a fully capable adult and I'm treating her no better than I would a larva.”

“That… doesn't make you awful, Kabbu.” Leif stood in front of him. “In fact, it shows how much you care for us. Even if it's overbearing.” He aced an icy cold claw on his shoulder, Kabbu giving a quick shiver before sort of embracing it.

“I guess so… but, I've always been like this. Vi's clearly changed so much, but I feel like I haven't changed a bit.”

“You have, Kabbu. We know it. It may not look like it, but progress is always gradual. It was clearly gradual enough that you didn't notice it for Vi. Heck, we've probably changed, but we don't feel a * thing different from the moth we were in Snakemouth Den.” He paused. “Well, maybe a bit different, but you already know all that.”

Kabbu looked up at his teammate.

“You had it rough. And you've gotten through it better than we ever could.”

“But did I-”

“Yes, Kabbu. You did.”

Footsteps could be heard coming from the other room. “I'm back, guys!” Vi slid into the bedroom, satchel thrown onto the table in the other room.

“Hey pipsqueak.” Leif smirked at his own comment.

“Oh, shut up.”

Kabbu grinned. It was just like old times. Maybe some things stayed the same, even through growth. But that doesn't invalidate said growth, nor the core bits of their personalities. Though, for once, he allowed the bickering between his two teammates to commence. Even if it included Vi pouncing at Leif, accidentally knocking over Kabbu in the process.

Heck, even Chompy joined in the fun, stomping over with pure joy and excitement of their teammates supposedly bonding. She placed her head down on the bunk bed, instantly cracking one of the legs, leaving the trio rolling off the bed in a giggle fit. Then Kabbu reached the realization of what just happened.

Leif had also reached that realization, and managed to make a counter argument before any argument was made. “Aw come on, she was just playing.”

xeno-fi prompt

Write a piece focusing on the senses for its description, using a lot of sensory detail and language/imagery… except, we’ll be focusing on scent, taste, and touch to work with! No sight or sound!

stuck with the fire theme :>
scene is based on a short story of mine that i hope to rewrite this month :yum:

There is nothing but scorching, smothering heat.
It sears Jay’s skin and he flinches away, staggering into the crumbling wood of the wall behind him. The sparks leap after him, glowing pinpricks sinking into soft, vulnerable skin until his body is pockmarked with tiny burning specks. He flings them off his clothing before it can catch alight, coarse fabric and blazing stars beneath his calloused palms, moving too fast to notice the pain of it.
Turning away from the heat rippling towards him in waves, Jay scrabbles for purchase at the wall. His fingernails dig into soft, rotting wood as he tries to lever himself upwards and out of the window, but he can feel the structure buckling beneath his weight, as if the whole building was giving way and sinking into the mud below.
The acrid taste of smoke begins to clog the back of Jay’s throat, and he coughs violently. Smoke coils around his face and ash settles in his lungs, thick and choking.
A sudden tremor lurches through the building, a rush of momentum, and Jay’s palms suddenly scrape against charred floorboards. He’s been hurled to the ground, he realises, as the building continues to spasm with the impact of the fallen beam he felt narrowly miss his leg.
This whole place is coming apart at the seams.
Jay scrambles upright but is only met with a wall of flame. It radiates a suffocating heat, and Jay can almost taste the blistering embers of its gleeful destruction.
It will devour him in one great gulp. He will taste of seared flesh, charred bones, and bitter regret.

Evren’s heart shudders a desperate rhythm against his ribcage, his feet pounding the earth to the same beat.
He can still feel the sparks boring into his skin like falling stars, even though he has left the burning house far behind him. Tongues of white-hot flame latch onto his legs and drag at him, even though he is surrounded by nothing but shrubbery and leaf litter, teetering trunks and the gaping void of the night.
If he pauses, he can smell the acrid ruin drifting on the air.
When he gasps each breath, he can feel the devastation in his lungs. Rough like ash, sweet like rot, metallic like blood on his tongue.
The rancid taste of resentment wells up in his throat. He does not spit it out.

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Wordcount: 388/300
Topic: Write 300 words of your favorite characters several years after their finale
Points: 400+100 for proof
Cabin: Dystopian-Xenofi love child

{THE BELOW HAS SPOILERS FOR THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS, IF YOU WANT TO WATCH IT PLEASE DON'T READ <3}

Because I am a sucker for The Amazing Digital Circus even though I promised myself I would NEVER watch it, and now I have become obsessed with the very characters I promised myself I never would </3 So here we are with my headcanons for abstractions!

After Jax abstracts, we see Pomni manage to go into his mindspace to try and calm him down. My headcanon is that it is not impossible to return from abstraction- it is just very difficult and trying. Usually, Caine just dropped them into a cellar where it was dark the moment they were abstracted. Kinger and Pomni were the only two who actually truly tried to touch or communicate with the abstractions, where Kinger failed, and Pomni succeeded to some extent.

The smoother an abstraction is, the more calm they are. While Pomni was talking to Jax in his headspace, we can see that his abstraction form becomes smaller and smaller before he accidentally steps on the flash bang and sets him off. I feel like everytime someone goes into an abstraction's mind space, they are able to gain some part of humanity back. It must be way harder than talking to him when he just abstracted, but the more you talk to and humanize an abstraction, the more they slow down and start thinking like a human again, not a monster.

I feel like instead of being able to fix him in one go, Pomni and Kinger and the rest of the circus crew would definitely take many visits to Jax's mind to fix him, which could most probably last for years on end because of his cruel nature and stubborn personality, but it is possible he could be fixed in the future through repeated tries. The other abstractions, however, had already abstracted multiple years ago, and it may be too late for them But since Jax himself knew that it was all his fault that he ended up like this, and he actually repsonded to Pomni, he might be willing to return to normal before he gets abstracted forever.

ANYWAYS IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE BECAUSE I HAVE FANFICTION WHICH WE ALL KNOW REIGNS SUPREME OVER ANY OTHER FORM OF ART :STARS:

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Points: 2500
Wordcount: 1678/1400
Cabin: Dystopian-Xenofi love child

Part 1
Wordcount: 208/100
Topic: You'll be researching fantasy elements

Fantasy Elements:
-Mythical creatures like dragons, faes, sea creatures, and more. These mythical creatures can sometimes speak but are usually helping hands in a story, or an obstacle in a path.
-Magic, which can be in many forms. Drawn magic, like present in the Witch Hat Atelier. Spoken Magic, like in Harry Potter, which can be accompanied by a wand. It can also be in the form of potions or conjuring, and all these different forms of magic are useful for different aspects of a magic world. A magic world where people have more time on their hands are more likely to use potions and cauldrons, while people who are in more of a hurry would rather speak the spells than draw them out
-Magical objects, which can be wands, amulets, pieces of jewellery, and here potions can count as well, as they are technically secondary subjects
-Elements, which are the basic four elements as fire, water, air and earth, then more elements like ice, sun, rock which are basically expanding onto the realm of elements and what subtypes there are between the four main sections. Elemental magic is a common trop used everywhere as it is simple and interesting, as well as enjoyable to read or watch.

Part 2
Wordcount: 405/300
Topic: In this section we'll be planning our fantasy worlds

You know what world it's time to build?
You guessed it, the one I am clearly obsessed with and continuing to write on forever and forever! Welcome back Freska and Gray, I will never leave you <3

Okay, so the world where Freska and Gray live has no more sun, literally. This place has lost its sunlight; this place, as in Earth, if you could even call it that anymore, and because the sun magically vanished from the sky one day, you can imagine there were a lot of negative changes that occurred.

For Freska, this meant that her entire livelihood got overthrown, because where she lived automatically placed her in the lower grounds section. She wasn't born when the sun decided to disappear, but because he grand grand grand grand relatives had decided not to move somewhere closer to the equator, she was left as a poor human on possibly one of the worst places to currently be alive- nowhere near the man-made heaters that kept the air warm for living conditions.

The heaters that were placed on the equator divided the world into the rich class, the class which could afford to live near the heaters and keep their families safe. In this place, numerous scientific discoveries were also made, including anti-gravity elevators and crops which could grow without too much need for sunlight. These discoveries, as you could predict, were not shared with the lower ground people in any way. They were left with only the basic means of survival, with crops that barely grew, and houses that barely protected them from the cold. Even the air there was bitter and was harsher to breathe if you hadn't grown up in that region.

The higher grounds were where Gray was from. He wasn't ignorant to the fact that the lower-ground people were suffering; no, more like he chose to believe that they suffered far less than they actually did. His father, as a council member, did not always tell him the details of the lower grounds himself, so he was quite obsessed with researching the world they lived in and how they managed to survive when they barely got any radiation from the heaters at all.

The places near the poles were almost barren, nothing there except empty fields and no animals in sight. If one tried to venture close, they would most likely pass away without a sound.

Part 3
Wordcount: 517/500
Topic: Writing a fantasy story of at least 500 words that takes place within your new and unique land.

Since we've already written so much about Gray and Freska, let's write about how the people felt when the sun first started to… switch off </3

There is nothing out of the ordinary on the day the sun turns off. A mother is taking her child to a daycare, a couple is going to a grocery store. If one looked around on the street, you would see the school children coming back from their classes, sweating under the hot afternoon heat.

And that is when it happened.

It was only a few at first who realised that the warmth was getting less and less, even though there were no clouds in the sky. No, there were no clouds in the sky at all; instead, there was a black film slowly spreading like spider silk, threading its way across the atmosphere like a virus.

A few more people noticed. Then a few more. Then a few more, until the entire city, or the entire world, was in a full-blown panic, screaming and shouting at every corner. People ran back to their houses as the warmth they took for granted had quickly started to vanish, and the darkness started to consume their surroundings instead.

Almost immediately, the cold had begun to hit, the awful freezing that dug into the skin of everybody. Those who ran slowed to a walk, bent over themselves in hopes of preserving body heat. In just a few more minutes, ice had started to form on the once warm cobblestone, giving them a thin layer of frost that stuck to people's shoes and dug into the crevices of homes by the sidewalk. The people could no longer walk, because they could no longer breathe- their breath had long turned frosty, their lungs struggling underneath the pressure of icicles that they didn't know had formed.

A few people dropped. A few more, then a few more. Until the entire city of people had fallen hard against the road, against the lamposts, against the nearest surface that they were trying to get purchase on.

And then, and only then, did the sages emerge.

Rescuing the few that had hid in their houses underneath useless blankets. Rescuing, if it was what one could call it, the select people that they needed to, that deserved to be rescued, that didn't have to suffer. The others were left quietly, some begging while some not even noticing that help had slipped their grasp.

The future citizens of the upper grounds were special, you see. They didn't know it yet, but they were great minds, brilliant minds. It was a shame that so many had been lost during the Darkening, but they needed geniuses with great body and great mind. Because of this, the sages awarded them with something beyond their comprehension, pushing them towards the equator where tall, large frames of buildings stood. They had been approved a year before as a globalized project, something innovative and extraordinary.

Something that had been prepared in advance.

It was then, and only then, that the heaters were switched on.

Part 4
Wordcount: 548/500
Topic: Combine some of your partner's world with yours to create something new and magical!
Swapped with: Cherryleaf40 (project)

To survive, one must sing.

It was not something that the sages knew how to fix. The camps of people who lived around the heaters, the people who sang not because they wanted to but because they had to. The people who sang because if they didn't,, the heaters would not bless them with the warmth they needed.

Freska moved into a more comfortable position, leaning against the rock near the massive heaters. Well, as near as she could get without burning her skin off. She hummed lowly, the faint sounds of the others around her in different spots mixing with hers. The heater thrummed contentedly, the warm orange glow filling the sky. After the stars no longer existed, the sparks of heaters in the distance were all they had of the equivalent.

Freska raised her head to stare at the massive structure, always in awe at how such a thing could have been built. Her grandfather had always told her how hard it was for the people to build the heaters after the sun had turned off, how they had to work day and night, many dying because of the extreme cold. She didn't understand how they could have possibly survived for more than a few hours, but the sage's scriptures were never wrong.

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, waiting for this dastardly night shift to end. It was dark all the time anyway, so was there really such a thing as “a night shift?” It still sucked anyway, and she wished that these shifts didn't even exist in the first place. Was it that hard to just record something and keep it on a loop? If the sages could have built such things as heaters, surely they could build a sturdy audio machine?

She heard a deep humming approach her from the right, turning her head to see Gray sitting down next to her. His eyes were orange in the light, though maybe that was because the color had no other to mix with. He seemed tired, having to take on his mother's shift in the morning as well to excuse her absence. It was no wonder she was sick- there was such a lack of food going around that people had started to fall far more ill than when they had been brought to the camps.

The sages checked on them every day, making sure they sang, but never making sure that they had enough water to do so. She could feel her throat getting hoarse, and she leaned her head on Gray's shoulder in exhaustion, eyelids drooping.

He didn't stop his singing, murmuring lyrics to no song in particular, tune to no melody, but his hand reached around her to tuck her into his side. It would be far too easy to fall asleep like this, she thought to herself, hoping that there was only a bit more time until she could finally sleep.

The heater sensed the lack of music, dying down in heat as if to punish them. Gray and Freska snapped their heads up, humming louder in apology.

“Who does this thing think he is?” Gray sang grumpily, and Freska snorted behind her hand, smiling. Maybe night shifts weren't all that bad.

WARNING! THIS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS THOUGH I TRIED MY BEST NOT TO SO DON"T READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE POWERLESS TRILOGY YET!

Paedyn and Kai stare at the floor,

Their daughter is asleep in bed and their duties are finished for the evening… but something isn't right
“I really didn't think it would end like this” sighs Paedyn, staring into the fire with one of Gail's sticky buns in her lap.
Her ocean-blue eyes are alight with the flames, while still flooding with the tears of her loss.
“Pae….” Kai trails off, and instead pulls her into his arms.
The rain splatters the windows of Kitt's study, as if crying as well. The room's light flickers with each dancing step of the flames in the fireplace, as the objects in the room cast shadows on the walls.
“They're happy now, together” Kai promises, “He didn't want her to be alone”
He was refering to THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED TO NOT SPOIL, who had died in the arena that day.
“You buried him didn't you.” Paedyn's eyes were wet, but a soft smile came to her face through the tears.
"Nothing gets past you THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED TO NOT SPOIL," He flicks her nose with his fingers, still coated with the pollen of the poppies that he had layed with THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED TO NOT SPOIL
Paedyn smiles, closing her eyes as the light from the room fades slowly with the dying fire.
Kai smiles as Kitt shifts in his chair, watching Paedyn from across the room.
She will be between them forever, but she is his undoing and even the Enforcer cannot escape fate…

QUICK NOTE:
This is inspired by the Powerless trilogy and if you haven't read it yet GO READ IT because it is SOO GOOOD Thanks for reading!

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Wordcount・339/300
Topic・Continue the end of a story
Points・400 (+100 for proof)
Cabin・Bi-fi

SPOILERS FOR MURDER DRONES!!

Uzi plopped down into a beanbag, sighing. She'd had to go through the horrors of her graduation today, and dealt with a mix of hate for being friends with the disassembly drones to praise for defeating Cyn. People were scared of her as usual, with her tail being her tail and Uzi being Uzi. Cyn as a tail had begged Uzi and N to let her give a small speech, and they immediately said no. After Cyn did some prying to N though, Uzi had both of them begging at her knees. Eventually she gave in, but was still bitter to the fact. Uzi thought Cyn would try to spite them all, but she actually gave a real speech and an apology of sorts. Not a very good one, though, she kind of just said that they should be grateful she's in that form and unable to eat them all. And then there was Uzi's dad, who'd used to give speeches at graduation since he was their savior and all because of the doors, but since they learned that the disassembly drones were just being manipulated by Cyn posing as Tessa, they'd removed the doors and the speech. Uzi was the ‘savior’, now, not Khan. She still had to live her horrid last name of “Doorman,” though. N and V sadly had to be held back because of… issues. N being N, he didn't pass and just wrote golden retriever as the answer for everything on his finals. And V was a just a bit rude to other students and needed an occasional snack off of one of them. Uzi was just grateful she was done with the stupid hellhole that the adult worker drones somehow thought was educational. Uzi was about to close her eyes when Cyn interrupted. “How lazy. You get out of school finally and what do you do? No, you don't get a job or celebrate with friends, you just sleep,” Cyn scolded. Uzi rolled her eyes and slept peacefully despite the harsh comments, though.

My daily 7/5/26
(Just saying I only read the OG Percy Jackson series and books 1 & 2 of HoO so this might be a little inaccurate but whatever WC: exactly 900 words not counting this notice)


“Wake up, Seaweed Brain!” Annabeth yelled, and I woke with a jolt. Dang it, Annabeth. Why’d she have to ruin my dream?
I opened my eyes. She was standing over me, looking impatient.
“Uggggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” I groaned. “Just five more minutes? Please?”
“Percy, you’re already late. First day on the job, remember?”
Right. I almost forgot about that. I’d gotten a job in an office, which I guess sounds pretty boring considering my monster-fighting expertise, but whatever.
I got out of bed, looked in the mirror, and sighed. I had a severe case of bed head. I went to the bathroom cabinet, grabbed a comb, and began brushing my hair.
“Just saying, your job was supposed to start a minute ago.” Annabeth said, which did not help. At this point, I was in full-blown panic mode. I grabbed my “office clothes” from the closet of the apartment, and went into the bathroom to change.
Why did it have to be this moment, of all moments, that my tie decided to act up?
Okay, I may not be very good at putting on a tie, but I had never turned it into a heavily knotted piece of fabric that barely looked like a tie at all.
“ANNABETH!” I called, even though I knew that if she saw this tie monstrosity, I’d never hear the end of it. “HELP ME PUT ON THIS STUPID TIE!”
I unlocked the door and she came in. She stared at the “tie” in my hands and started laughing. “How did that happen, Percy?” she said in between fits of laughter.
“I honestly don’t know. Can you help me untie the tie?”
Of course, Annabeth proved to be much better at this type of stuff than me. “There,” she said as she handed the tie back to me, having untangled it within five seconds.
“Need help putting the tie on?” she teased.
“No, I’m fine,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
This time I actually ended up being able to put the tie on.
Ready to go, I grabbed the official-looking briefcase I had bought and headed to work, knowing that I was twenty minutes late.
* * *
“You’re here. Finally.” my new boss said in his gruff voice.
“Sorry, sir.” I stammered. “I’ll try to show up on time next time.”
“You better,” he threatened as we went up the elevator.
The doors opened into floor 16. We walked down the hallways until we stopped at an empty office.
“This one is yours. Now do this job, and do it well.” my boss said before leaving.
Wow. That guy is scary.
I sat at my office chair and opened up my computer, preparing for a long, boring day of looking at stocks and earnings and stuff like that.
I had a pile of emails from clients I had to answer, as well as averaging out all the quartile earnings from last year.
I had answered the first 100 emails when my boss came to check on me.
“Working hard?” he said while looking at my computer screen.
“Y-yes, sir.” I said, because I really was.
“You better get through those emails a lot faster if you want to be finished by the end of the day.” my boss said. Clearly, he was not pleased with my work. Also clearly, he didn’t really understand that my dyslexia meant reading things slower.
* * *
I did it. I really did it!
I survived my first day of office work. Sure, it was torture, but at least there’s only a few days to go until the weekend!
Why am I being so optimistic about this? I still have Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday to do work.
Fast forward to the weekend…
It’s the weekend. Finally! Sure, I like my job and all, but it’s so booooooooooring. Now I get to go to good old Camp Half-Blood for the weekend and teach demigod kids how to hold a sword.
Coming here will bring back so many good memories- and I mean, a few bad ones too, but mostly good.
Annabeth’s going to come with me, so we get in the car for a road trip to Long Island.
* * *
I can hear the whispers after we walk into Camp Half-Blood.
“That’s Percy Jackson.”
“The Percy Jackson?”
“He fought Kronos…”
“The Great Prophecy…”
“He’s so awesome…”
Yeah, I guess I have quite the reputation among young demigods. It’s hard not to feel like a
celebrity with so many kids oohing and aahing as I walk around. Okay, fine. It was kind of
embarrassing, too.
I stepped into the arena, and of course a lot of kids followed me, wide eyed.
“Listen up, demigods!” I say in a loud, authoritative voice. “Grab a sword, and let’s see how well you guys can swing!”
I walk around, correcting people’s stances and grips.
“Sword up. Not like that. Aim it a little lower.”
“Swinging with two hands is usually a bad idea. Trust me.”
“No, put your feet there. A little more spread out.”
It’s actually fun, teaching these kids the proper battle stances. I’ll definitely be coming here every weekend, especially during the summer, where there’ll be more campers.
It reminds me that once I was new, twelve years old and confused, not even knowing what each cabin meant.
And even now that I’m grown up and live a normal life, there’s always something new to learn from Camp Half-Blood.

Daily 5:

After our hero’s journey ends, our stories come to an end as well. But you know what they say…After every story’s ending, comes only a new beginning. What would happen if you were given just a few more pages? Or more minutes for a movie or show? For today, you’ll be continuing the passage of time within your favorite media—how have characters changed after their story? Write 300 words of your favorite characters several years after their finale for 400 points, and 100 more for sharing proof!

The Pigeon gets a driver’s license


The pigeon was sick and tired of flying around the city, and the buses wouldn’t let him on anymore. So he decided, it was time to learn how to drive.
He walked into the place you go to get a driver’s license. “Hello, I wanna drive a car” Said the pigeon
“Sorry, it’s humans only” Said the grumpy man behind the counter
“WHAT! That’s discrimination! I’m filing a lawsuit!” So the pigeon filed a lawsuit. But when he tried to get a lawyer, no one would. “You’re a pigeon” Everyone said
“WHAT! This is discrimination! I’m filing a lawsuit!” But since no one would be his lawyer, the pigeon went to law school to be come a lawyer.
It took him a while, since most schools wouldn’t accept pigeons. Finally, he found a law school, and after several years, he became a lawyer.
His list of people he needed to have law suits against had grown very very long over the years, but he started at the start.
With the grumpy man behind the counter
He walked up to the grumpy man behind the counter. “Hello, I want a driver’s license”
“No. You’re a pigeon”
“WHAT! This is discrimination! I’m filing a lawsuit! And for real this time!” The pigeon marched off
The grumpy man behind the counter didn’t pay attention. The pigeon had said this many times. So imagine his surprise when he was found guilty in court.
The pigeon had won his first lawsuit.
And boy, was he busy.
He then went on to file lawsuits against every school that had refused him entry for being a pigeon, and then he filed lawsuits against all of those buses as well.
He won every single lawsuit.
He soon was famous for being the winningest lawyer ever. People flocked from all over to have him represent them in court. With his money, he bought cookies and hotdogs and puppies (although he later traded those for walruses).
And when he walked up to the counter at the place were you learn drive, that had a smiling lady at it (the grumpy man had gotten fired due to the lawsuit), he wasn’t denied.
“Here, you can take the driving test” She said
“WHAT! I have to take a test?!?!” The pigeon cried “This whole driving a car thing seems like too much work!” The pigeon stormed off.
“I think I’ll learn to fly a plane.”

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