#eh prose

[ectoberhaunt]

From the audio logs of Tucker Foley

[A burst of static and the howls of the damned, as a familiar cackle rises to a peak.]

Technus: IT IS I, TECHNUS! MASTER OF ALL THINGS GROOVY AND FLEEK! AND I- WAIT. WHERE IS THE GHOST CHILD? IS HE NOT THE MASTER OF ECTOBERHAUNT?

Tucker: He's taking a break. And man, he deserves it. The last couple Ectoberhaunts were brutal on him.

See, the year before last, Danny got kidnapped by Nocturn and the Fright Knight. Something about how he has big fears and bigger dreams and more power than he knows what to do with and blah blah blah - anyways, they kidnapped some Amity Parkers and threatened their lives to make Danny cooperate with getting brainwashed, and it was all very ick. Definitely an ick.

We didn't know anything - even Clockwork couldn't see Danny. But we kept getting cryptic messages about these prompts we had to fill for a banishment ritual.

And Amity Parkers are awesome! The folks Nocturn and Fright Knight kidnapped had the power of math and stories and art on their side, and they used it to free Danny! And the rest of us completed the ritual and banished Nocturn and Fright Knight from Amity Park!

So, problem solved, right?

Nope! While Clockwork was searching for Danny, this weird clown Freakshow stole his staff. At the same time, the Observants confiscated Pandora's Box and buried it under red tape. Freakshow started leaving weird clues about where he was going, though, so Danny decided to follow those clues by road tripping it up with Clockwork and Pandora. You know, ancient powerful ghosts of Chaos and Order who were already stressed about their powers. Great idea, right?

Yeah. Well, it turns out Freakshow and the Observants were working together for power. At least, until Freakshow stole Pandora's Box and the Observants tried to cover up what they did.

I don't know what happened next - Danny doesn't talk about it. Pandora and Clockwork have their powerful artefacts, so I guess things turned out alright? But I think Freakshow did something.

Anyways, Danny's getting a well-deserved break.

Technus: SO WHO'S RUNNING THIS SHOW, THEN? THERE CAN'T BE AN ECTOBERHAUNT WITHOUT AN ECTOBERHAUNTER!!

Tucker: Sam and I are stepping in for him! We figure between the two of us, we can get this party started!

Technus: A COUPLE OF TINY HUMANS? RUNNING ECTOBERHAUNT? THIS EVENT NEEDS A GHOST RUNNING THE PROGRAM!!!

Tucker: No way, you are NOT taking over Ectoberhaunt while Danny's away - Sam already had this talk with Dora! We don't need more ghosts interfering!

Technus: WOW! YOU'RE JUST AS FULL OF IDEAS AS YOUR LITTLE HALF-GHOST FRIEND! I THINK I WILL TAKE OVER THIS EVENT - AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!

Technus: NOW I JUST HAVE TO GO TALK TO THAT DRAGON LADY DORA - MAYBE SHE'LL WANT TO RUN THE SHOW WITH ME!!!

[Technus cackles again, and his cackles fade into a burst of static. The static fades.]

Tucker: Oh great…. Better call Sam.

#long post #ectoberhaunt #mod dora #eh originals #eh prose #knightmares #danny phantom #unreality

[moran4444]

he doesn’t like it(lies)

[ID: Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint fanart. Kim Dokja gently cups Yoo Joonghyuk's head as he presses a kiss beside Joonghyuk’s eye, multiple "kiss" effects floating around them. Joonghyuk, blushing, frowns and emits a weak protesting sound. The background is pale pink, and the piece is softly overlaid with a pink and purple glow. End ID]

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo joonghuyk #joongdok #dokhyuk #kiss kiss #fall in love #tu tuuu tu tuuu tu tuuu tu tuuu #i dont think the pink background is the best idea but eh #thanks to princess-of-purple-prose for the ID #described

[uldahstreetrat]

I'd love to make a playlist for Q'ihnn but none of the music I consistently listen to ever feels the right vibe for him?

what encompasses a self sacrificing paladin who fights desperately to protect what he has because he has known so much loss, but who is also a little bit of a slut but in a way where he believes it's because he's inherently unlovable in some way, and who feels his friends see him more like a marble statue to be admired than an actual person

cause it sure as hell ain't yung gravy or wind rose

#ffxiv #ff14 #yeah sure I'll tag this one #usually keep my musings to the blog and not the wider fandom but eh why not #also I'm crying on the couch rn and need a distraction #the core of my soul is still a fundamentally lonely little girl who still can't see she's loved #even when my sister quietly brings me a sandwich for dinner in a little ziploc bag in case I don't eat it right away #I wish she wasn't adopted but that we had grown up together #I hope there's a universe out there where we did #where we're both a little more okay for it #I feel like I keep dumping my emotions into these tags like prose poetry #somehow this feels like it's the safest place to do it

[raayllum]

y’all can rip the fact we got this in prose > an actual animated scene from my bare hands, i stay winning

#tdp shorts #i'd take a plethora of parallels in prose over two (2) surface level ones any day #part of a bigger meta but yeah this. Had to be prose man #it doesn't work if it's not - not to full effect #theme: freedom #fandom nonsense #ppl will complain about Anything eh #tdp #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince #arc 2

[im-an-anthusiast]

The Taste of Blood

The metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth, even as she spat it out. Her lungs were on fire, and her legs were numb. Houses, painted orange by the streetlamps, blurred past her. Breathy and gasping pants tore from her lips, and tears spilt from her eyes. She couldn't hear anything but her own deafening heartbeat and the sound of booted feet hitting the cobblestone pavement – hers. But also someone else's. How the Hell did this happen?

The cold wind bit at Vic's face - its freezing, sharp teeth pierced her skin, and its tight, frigid grip enveloped her entire body. She warmed herself up, drawing the little heat in the air towards her as Magic surged in her veins – and immediately, she felt a hungry gaze impale her. She sped up into a brisk walk, and before long, she found herself abandoning the groceries she had been carrying and started running down the dark, cobbled streets – the familiarity of them, once comfortable, now only made her heart hammer against her chest harder. Vic nervously chewed her lip – not realising she drew blood – knowing she had a long way to go.

She was suddenly wrenched back into the moment by the sudden adrenaline of feeling a hot breath on her neck. She spun around immediately, using the momentum of her whole body to lean into a swing. The hit connected, though not as she expected. The figure had caught her by the wrist – perhaps unaware of the Magic flowing into her arm, causing steam to erupt from the figure's grasp. With a hiss, the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Unphased, the figure launched forward, trying to grab her with its non-burnt hand. She ducked, twisting her arm out of the figure’s grip before channelling Magic again. Vic outstretched her arm, even as she quickly backed up. Streetlamps flickered, as did the lights in the few houses with them still on. Electricity arced down her arm, forming intricate webs between her fingers. Then she clenched her fist – causing lines of lightning to shoot into the figure from everywhere around it, be it streetlamps, powerlines, or otherwise. The figure – a pincushion full of lightning bolts – spasmed and sank to its knees.

Vic turned around and started sprinting as fast as she could. She didn’t look back – not even when she once again heard footsteps behind her. As the buildings passing by stretched higher towards the sky and the streets narrowed, she whipped into an alley – delighting in the whoosh of wind as her pursuer barrelled past the sharp turn. Knowing she didn’t buy herself much time, she stopped to catch her breath for but a second before breaking into a dead sprint down the dark, all-too-narrow-alley – straight towards the dead end. She channelled Magic as she ran, gathering air below her feet before leaping. With a downward flourish of her arms and a flick of her wrists, she expelled the channelled Magic – causing a surge of air to propel and carry her further upward. Her outstretched arms – reaching for the edge of the roof – found no purchase as she had felt a tight grasp settle over her ankle, dragging her down forcefully. Vic slammed against the damp stone with her chest, all the air in her lungs dissipating. Her heart sank. And teeth sank into her.

The metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth, even as he greedily gulped it down. Albion's fingers sank into the flesh of the Magus – relishing as it buzzed with remnant Magic. She wasn’t all that powerful and didn’t seem to have a Signature – she tasted bland. Alas, it will have to do. As the woman’s Magic coursed through him, Albion felt the burnt flesh of his hand start to heal, and he smiled to himself. His toothy grin was not at all ruined by the blood dripping down his teeth.

#so uh. prose. #This is sort of what I may or may not want to start a book with #that I am planning to (hopefully) (relatively un-soon) write #hope you like it :3 #either way OC reveal??? Albion??? #my flesh eating son #writing #prose #aspiring writer #a book someday perhaps #my oc character #wait oc character? original character character? #eh anyway #signed; fa

[welcometoteyvat]

waterborne poetry you will always be famous

#rewatching it again god bless this event for giving cy > 20 lines of dialogue and x.iao interaction #yang mode cy uewueuweu cutie.. #ramblings! #also i learned that the 'heart of clear water face of ice' thing in cy's stories is actually better read as heart of clear ice face of fros #which i guess has the same meaning but it takes out the water/ice thing which i guess i appreciate #for petty reasons ^_^ no more water ice connection. trust #this event was so funny im sorry i love bullying xq affectionately and babying cy #i also never mentioned how much i fucking laughed out loud at xingqiu's convo w noelle and mika #because dear god help me. he's so authorpilled + i guess he just likes flexing his very prose like dialogue register in front of foreigners #and also peak rich kid vibes of 'idk how to cook i just steal snacks from home when im outside for a long period of time' #also noelle saying 'if you sneak out from home won't you be punished?' (she specifically said wont you be put in solitary confinement? #which specifically i think is funnier because. KLEE HANDSHAKING XINGQIU LMAO #anyways. his response is also so fucking help. 'just dont get caught!' bro pulling an ehe (said like ven.ti) #also hu.tao. i love you my daughter i love your stupid rhyming sentences and little limerick poems literally a sunshine #also zv cohost theyre so sick for this

[diaryofaglassgirl]

Dear Diary,

It was such a strong start to the day! And this doesn't take away from that ♡ But now... I'm in bed, horribly queasy, Left arm cold, and numb, World spinning But At least the sky is lilac At least the way the fairy lights reflect from the window pane fill me with soft fuzzy warmth, At least the morning was mine for the taking

#dear diary #journal #diary #spilled ink #thinking out loud #prose #kinda #sorta... #ehe

[hannah-heartstrings]

Quick prose based on this beautiful gif made by @firehair12000:

            The sun lowered behind the trees, the sky dimming to a pale rose. Sunbeams broke through the tops of the trees to shine on the lake, reddish gold flashes dancing on its dark surface.

#prose #writing #my writing #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #do i tag this one as oblivion fanfiction? it technically is of oblivion #eh probably makes more sense then some of what i've tagged as such already #oblivion fanfiction #lake rumare #oblivion #the elder scrolls

[lichensings]

every late february to early april i get obsessed with the same ocs. i could just feel the switch happen in my brain 🙄happy early birthday to some gay bitches i guess

#they have like 10k of notes and rough prose and literally zero art i cant draw either of them #the story needs major structural overhauls. like MAJOR ones #unfortunately. #eh maybe i'll manage to fix it this time.... #oc stuff #rambles #oc: wrenne #oc: mockingbird #feel free to ask me abt them also. also maybe i'll try to draw something for their birthday (march 12th) they're gonna be two yrs old

[ectoberhaunt]

I know there are some clues you guys are helping me with this year to defeat Freakshow, but I got the feeling you guys have an appetite for dishing out morbid responses.

Not that I'm salty with your (s)knack for torture or anything, even if it's stew much sometimes, but here are some coping memes and buns to include in your menu, in case you relish these corny jokes.

With loaf,

Danny

Bonus:

#eh orginals #mod danny #eh prose #unreality cw #ectoberhaunt #danny phantom

[industria-adastra]

[Puella Magi Madoka Magica] - Love, love, love (I watched you behind bars) - [1/3] - Fool me once

Next

Summary: To love was to let go. Homura found that to let go was to be alone.

A.k.a: I wrote three drabbles in a fit of sudden inspiration on the dinner table because ???

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They said to love was to let go.

When Homura was young, stupid and naïve, she'd stepped down—one step, one timeline at a time—into the waters of a madness called love. But oh, it was all too terribly easy to love a girl like Madoka. 

Fourteen year old Homura had no one but electronic screens, professional caretakers and an uncle who likely wouldn't have noticed if she dropped dead unless notified.

Fourteen year old Madoka was a shining star of kindness, freely offering care to a starving child. She'd offered a hand and waited.

Homura had grabbed on and did not let go.

She did not let go, for if she did, Madoka's light would vanish, out in a flash. Again, and again—lifeless pink eyes would stare back.

Just a regular Tuesday for a magical girl.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #angst #my writing #akemi homura #homura akemi #character study #madohomu #fanfiction #drabble #eh should be about it ig #i wrote 3 drabbles during dinner like i was possessed by the concept of angsty fanfiction and eggplant purple prose #tally ho into the void of tumblr this thing goes

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Runaway

Gazing into the abyss, you bite your lip playfully, flirting with knives and rot and empty veins, yet you tremble as the abyss stares back with hopeful predatory eyes and salivating jaws, asking “do you speak truly of your lust, oh delicacy?”

Intent and shame are poor defense, and guilt could never scrub clean those crimson claws if it wanted, nor polish the bones beneath them or purify your intact pounding heart.

And where now was that goodness once conjured by your name? Had it too abandoned you? In what ditch did that angel now lay, or was there ever one that accompanied you? Would you have heeded the warnings? It doesn’t matter. You belonged to the abyss before you could speak.

What did you expect would happen anyway, Little Red, playing in these woods? Did you think yourself immune? So smart and well-behaved, yet here you are, teasing wolves, sinking stomach. The maws are famished, bottomless, yet you can still escape if you run.

So why then, grave as your circumstance, cold as your blood,

Don’t you want to leave?

#prose #prose poetry #this is more just me being verbose but eh #my writing #yourlocalmissingtexture #poetry #staring into the abyss #the abyss stares back #wolf metaphor #wolf symbolism #little red riding hood metaphor #wolf allegory #little red riding hood allegory #decay of innocence #innocence of decay #temptation #TW lost innocence #tw death #tw decay #morbid themes #morbid thoughts #where does fantasy end and reality begin? #morbid curiosity #predator allegory #I’m not as innocent as I let on #I’m not as heinous as I let on

[softstonesandhardedges]

The thing is that she stumbled once and it was I that got back up.  I could have left her there between the rocks, all sprawled out on the sand or heather gorse, wherever every falter happened, left her flattened, bruised, it would have been the easiest to do, I wanted to, and yet I didn’t.  So, I picked her up and carried her alone back to the flat. 

She’s sitting in the window now, her legs pulled up against her chest, her forehead pressed against the glass, she’s staring at the mountain as I try to watch this lecture, takes more space than I have time for, always squeezing round the books and just-cleaned clothes into the sliver of the bed that’s left.  She says “you could forget I ever stumbled, set me back along the pathway, it was easier, you know, before then it was easier for you” I say to her I know, I know, but it was crueller too, and selfish.  I’m not doing this for me.  Or if I were, I’d never change.  At least, I’m doing it in part for me, but mostly it’s about what I can do, how if I build myself into a newer ship (the same old form the different planks, what makes different things the same?) I might just integrate some grace and then of course that’s how you learn to carry every beast you’ve ever fought and how you meet the meek and weak and say “I know the way to care for you if you would ever want me to” and suddenly the bed and boat are big enough as big as they should be. 

(I think I read too many epics in my youth I think I loved to be a knight too much and I’ll scrawl chivalry across my walls even as the kingdoms creak and fall).

I hand her a digestive from the desk.  She grins, “I’m glad you don’t forget.  I didn’t either.  Here’s on hope the next girl picks you up from where you sink.”  Who knows how soon I’ll be the one that’s crouching in the window taking too much room as someone else sits at the desk and fights her way through aging texts I hope she’ll pick me up I think she will.  I’m swapping out my rotten planks for somebody who will.   

#poetry #my poetry #eh it's prose poetry idk

[wanderingpages]

no bcz i get how hard writing smut is😭 ESPECIALLY WITH FLOWERY writing i posted this one jurdan smut one shot and i was concentrating so hard on making it flowery and shit sjsj

Lol when I stopped being flowery, I felt so free 😭😭😭 I said I’m using the word “cunt” ok his cock is hard!! Her pussy is wet !!! Idk what a velvet wrapped steel is!!! idc anymore!!! They’re not making love they’re fucking 😤😤!!

#asks #eh sometimes I drop a few pretty proses here and there lmao #it’s the balance u gotta look for I guessssss

[weirdbabs]

do you think that if zack doing the illustrated prose for ch1 that means they plan on doing it for all of them? like. is this how were gonna get a paranatural book

#as soon as they changed to the illustrated prose i was like hmmm. dont know how a paranatural book will work now #which is already what i thought when suzy made that gif of max but i was like eh they can probably put an asterisk #and be like this joke worked better online #a là scott pilgrim this joke was funnier in black and white

[pseudonemisis]

Someone once told me they had a vision about me. She saw a crown, heavy and gold. Me, beneath it. Powerful, grounded, and elegant, in a dress. A princess. I was always disappointed with that vision.

Everything about it seemed wrong and unlike me. Perhaps it was just the subconscious of a kind but misguided woman hoping for a better but inaccurate life for me. I feel, however, that is an uninspired and boring read of it. The other option is that god, fate, or whatever else was inclined to force its ideas about me into some womans head decided to, what? Challenge me? Give a vision od someone it didn't know well enough to accurately predict? Taunt me?

Recently I'm reminded of doomed prophesies and those who try so desperately to avoid them. Not the prophesies of events or tragedies, but prophesies of turning into one's worst nightmare. Is it not right in those circumstances to fight tooth and nail to retain identity and self?

I think I like to read it as that. As a vision of what could and by many rights should happen. I know better though. I will fight fate itself if she so wills. I've never been one to follow instructions I didn't like and I have little respect for people who try to tell me how things should be, regardless of how ambiguously devine they are. However disappointed I was that a little fairy didn't decend and give me permission to be myself, it is nice to know I don't care and I'll do whatever I want. Forever.

#first draft #i should be back to fix this up #the possum speaks #mine #does the count as poetry? #eh fuck it #it my sorta poetry #maybe its just prose? #idk #poetry #was this particularly inspired by the scene in bg3 where a guy looks at you and screams about the monster he sees youll become? #yes #yes it was