#prose ig

[a-had-matter]

this is why you can’t have nice things this is why you shouldn’t speak this is why you should stfu this is why this is why this is why this is why this is why you should be unalive don’t say a word just smile always smile laugh smile all the while you feel not ok but you will be fine everyday cause you’re you you have to actually don’t feel that makes everything worse feelings are the enemeny anemone  enemy just keep walking gotta keep walking don’t start talking shouldn’t start talking it fucks everything up

#original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #poem #writeblr #just a poem #tw unalive #vent? ish? #poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #crying cause why not #prose ig #prose poetry #i feel like shit #probably cause i am #i'm sorry

[orpheuslament]

Ode to the Airport, Dante Émile

#❤️‍🩹 #if you saw this a few days ago no you didnt #dante émile #words #poetry #prose poetry #ig? #poets on tumblr

[fruitsofhell]

I used to be one of those guys when I first joined the Kirby fandom, but everytime I hear a discussion of the series writing that starts with "So the Lore is InSaNe-" and not like, "Kirby has a fun writing style that takes advantage of its cute exterior to tell cool stories that reward player's curiosity and leave lots of room for imagination-" I cringe so goddamn hard.

I kinda just hate that people approach things that encourage investment when they don't expect it as inherently absurd. Like it is fun to joke about how absurd Kirby lore can be, but it really often comes with an air of disrespect or exhaustion rather than like, appreciation that these games are made by people who want to tell interesting stories when they could easily make as much money just making polished enough fluffy kiddy platformers. And when it's not met with exhaustion, it's met with - like I said before - that tone that it's stupid for a series like this TO have devs who care about writing stuff for it. Which is a whole other thing about people not respecting things made to appeal to kiddie aesthetic or tone.

Maybe the state of low-stakes YouTube video essays just blows cause people play up ignorance and disbelief for engagement, but like I STG I hear people use this tone for like actual narrative based games sometimes. Some people don't like... appreciate when a game is made by people who care a shitton in ways that aren't direct gameplay feedback. And they especially don't appreciate it when it comes from something with any sense of tonal dissonance intentional or not.

Anyways, I love games made by insane people. I love games made by teams who feel like they wanna make something work or say something so bad. I love that energy, especially when invested into something that could easily rest on its laurels or which obviously won't be taken seriously. I love this in a lot of classic campy 2000s games, I love this in insanely niche yet passionate fanworks, and I love it in the Kirby series and its writing. Can we please stop talking about it like it's an annoyance or complete joke?

#shut the heck up #kirby #kirby lore #fandom #midnight rambles #im quite talkative today cause my rambling bestie is busy #im also bitter cause im too burnt out to make the things i want to properly express my adoration for this series #but i can waffle about it ig #ive been relying on prose and essay ro express myself a lot in leiu of my usual creative outlets... #i always wanted to make a video edsay series about kirby lore with this expressed ethos #maybe i should just start with essay-essays somewhere #still need to replay all the games for that first though #more streams coming up eventually i swear #tag talking #i read a cool analytical article today that had the same tone as a video essay and i was like 'ah thats the origin of the essay part' #so now i wanna explore that world more of article game and media journalism and such

[rebouks]

Wyatt couldn’t sleep. He’d tried his best to play it cool with Brynn and failed spectacularly, the past week having been a rare highlight in his otherwise deplorable life.

But happiness was a foreign and elusive concept, one that caused uneasiness instead of contentment. It didn’t feel right, like he hadn’t earned it, like he didn’t deserve it. How could such a wonderful feeling create such a twisted knot in the pit of your stomach?

Usually, when Wyatt slept with a woman, he didn’t feel much of anything; he’d make himself scarce the next morning, or drive them away on purpose for his own entertainment-.. and yet, with his nose nestled in her hair as she slept, he realised he didn’t want Brynn to go home.

He actually enjoyed spending time with her. She wasn’t annoying or high-maintenance, boring or stupid, and she didn’t expect anything from him, nor he her. It was terrifyingly easy.

Wyatt had never been in love before; hadn’t even come close. Not once could he remember having loved anyone or anything, familial, platonic, nor romantic-.. not properly, anyway. Not without condition, doubt, or backlash; but for some inexplicable reason, Brynn had captivated him completely.

She was soft and compassionate yet rugged and unruly, so tenacious – albeit somewhat assumedly – that he couldn’t help but admire her. She was beautiful too, and Wyatt didn’t throw that word around lightly. Hot? Sure. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy? Sure. But never beautiful. That was reserved for more; someone unique, someone he didn’t want to let go, someone he didn’t want anyone else to touch…

No, he definitely didn’t want Brynn to leave at all.

But leaving she was, and Wyatt had no choice in the matter. If she wanted to stay, she would. If not, he could only hope that she’d return one day… He’d thought about asking her not to go, but he didn’t want to beg. His father had always instilled in him not to beg for anything in life, it was demeaning and pathetic.

He’d also said you ought to take what you want by force, but Wyatt was choosing to ignore that part. It wouldn’t feel the same unless she chose for herself.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Wyatt was a little worried. He’d tried to ask Brynn about her life back in San Myshuno more than a few times, but she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, expertly shrugging him off every time he broached the subject. He couldn’t tell if she was nervous, ashamed, or if she truly believed it wasn’t worth talking about.

She was so good at hiding certain things that it was damned near driving him insane, and despite their rapidly growing intimacy, he wasn’t much closer to figuring out what was going on.

He couldn’t exactly keep an eye on her either, not from here-.. besides, he’d told himself that following people probably wasn’t the best idea, even if he didn’t necessarily think it was a big deal.

Wyatt sighed deeply; his head pounding. Why had he let her get under his skin? Why didn’t she want to stay? What the hell did she have in San My that she wouldn’t have here? Who the fuck did Gael even think he was? The pathetic fuckwad. She clearly didn’t like the guy all that much, why would she rather leave with him?

Unless-.. what if Brynn meant more to Wyatt than he to her? He doubted she was that good an actor, but he’d found it rather difficult to think straight recently.

Sweating at the thought, Wyatt realised he might have to be a little more honest if he wanted some answers…

Shit.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #awwwwwwww shiet #do u think he wishes he'd told her to fuck off?? #😅💀 #s'too late now pal #u done gone caught the feelies #rip #ALSO.. i wanna point out here when he says he doesn't think he deserves it.. it's because he didn't like work hard for it ig #not because he has feelings of self doubt or hatred #fine line maybe but it's a big difference! #we know by now wyatt isn't one for regret or hating himself so idk i wanted to make sure that part was clear #u guys sick of prose yet?? ahaakjsdkj.. we'll be back to normal for the most part soon #unless everyone prefers it ig? i could always carry on with both for other chars n stuff #idk #i'm rambling #byeeee

[jamespotterbbg]

for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

#I think I've avoided posting this so long #because I didn't feel like it measured up #and I was ig embarrassed of my poetry #lmao #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poets corner #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #poetic #original poem #poems #prose #words words words #spilled poetry #for the plot #love poem #love poetry #unrequited love #shitty poetry

[antepaths]

ig: antepaths

#etc #mine #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry of tumblr #poets of ig #poets of tumblr #prose #quotes #writer #writing #writers of tumblr #love #mental illness #grief #friendship #poem #poems and poetry #literature

[lesbiandonnanoble]

you have to put in a small bit of lifting on the analysis end but dreamstone moon is kind of a gutting piece on late stage commodification of innate life (dreams) to the point of this complete breakdown of human (and alien; living, i guess) communication with great corporate & military force expended to try and keep an exploitative colonial investment exemplifying that commodification not functional or even habitable but just from falling back into native hands in an ultimate showcase of the sunk cost fallacy & the cost is thousands of lives. and to end it so fucking bleakly. i wish doctor who had the balls to show that on television too

#doctor who #EDAs #prose: dreamstone moon #definitely had more going on i. terms of possible reads than i’ve come to expect ig

[smallvolcanos]

is this real? are you here with me?

#poetry #spilled ink #lit #prose #writing #love #quote #relationships #me freaking out in my notes app #re-reading this makes me sad #which ig makes sense bc i was sad when i wrote it

[seaniesam]

pleasantview '99 babies

student ID card template credits to @gloomiee!

#under the weeping willow #angela pleasant #lilith pleasant #dustin broke #dirk dreamer #alexander goth #the willows #ts4 edit #just realized the student tag is kinda pointless but whatever ig lol #im actually in the proses in giving them updated makeover bcs im genuinely tired with their current outfits tbh #🌌

[cherryjuicegf]

There was always this specific stillness when he held her in his arms.

It is there now, too, as his arms crawl around her body, trembling, clinging. Despite all his pretty and ugly words, he has no language to describe it. A warmth, perhaps, of the kind that an all-consuming fire leaves behind in a scorching battlefield, and then nests scared in its middle. And it's still, lifeless, quiet, a graveyard.

This kind of stillness, then. Such that, the moment he feels her body against his, all the fire and the doom of the world ceases, all the shouting and the blood blurs and all that remains is her, and the quivering fire, and the ashes that smell like lilac and gooseberries.

And he, who only ever knew to run from the fire, welcomes her with open arms.

He holds her tight, gripping. Almost regrets it. He doesn't want to bruise her, but then, her porcelain skin and the chaos in her veins prevents him from that. It's a relief to remember. He cannot control the might with which his fingers dig into her body.

Silently, he apologizes.

Back then, in the few nights they had spent together, she would smile once she felt the desperate force of his touch. The smile bordered on a content smirk as she read in his eyes what she wanted to know, as the helplessness of his desire settled between her brows and eased the fine line that would have been carved there during all these years of uncertainty and craving, if it wasn't for unblemished magic. And oh, how he loved to see the way her lips quirked. Because he knew he would do anything to see it again.

A fortunate thing, for he was not known for his ability to quench his ever-present, gaping, devouring need.

For a moment now, it seems to him that she smiles again amidst the agony and the loss and the drying tears. Shaking, he traces the corner of her lips with his thumb, and the smile disappears, and it's like it was never there.

But that was always the case. And maybe he doesn't tell her, he never did. He never found the words, and what words could he ever find for loss, what words could he ever find for love?

It's only in the way he grips her tight and begs the world to stop for a moment, begs for her to stay right there, close, still, just for a moment, before she slips through his fingers once more like a dancing flame and disappears, as if she was never supposed to be there in the first place.

As if every time he holds her, he loses her all over again, little by little. And with her goes a piece of his heart.

He knew. He can't deny knowing. What kind of storyteller doesn't know the way their story ends?

He nuzzles in her hair, buries his face. They are soft, despite the ashes, and it's just like the way he always does while lying beside her, while pulling her close. He almost can't help it, the affirmation of her presence being a place he can bury himself in.

A grave that keeps walking away.

He knew, of course he did. If not from the start, then from the first time he felt her arms around him, clawing and grateful. To this day, he curses himself for not hugging her back if it meant he could steal just one more moment of stillness.

Well then, he thinks, at least now they are even.

A hug, unrequited, as his heart begs to feel hers against it, but she only hangs limp and lifeless in his arms.

The story, he knew, ends in grief. It is always like that with him, for some reason. Always the knowledge that something will end.

And now that it's over, he can't help but cling, grasp, hold on, for as long as he is allowed to, because suddenly he can't imagine any use for his arms if they are not able to hug her again, no use for his fingers if they can't tangle in her hair, play her praises, no use for his voice if he can't utter her name.

And thus, he is done.

He can only hold her now, just like he always did, except for once, and carry her down and let her go with a hope of seeing her again, and let his wretched hope bring him to his knees.

And he will still hold on, for it is all that remains.

Slowly, he leans and places a kiss on her forehead. Remembers how she smiled, how she ran into his arms, that one time they hadn't yet named the last.

Her body is still warm, forever warm, for he was no time to feel her getting colder. He can't even fathom it. The cold only seeps in as he lays her down the wooden boat, and nails his heart like a shard of ice, like a winter's wind, and the only comfort is that he will remember the coldness of her absence, for that, at least, was familiar. And this is it. This is how it always has been.

She slips through his fingers once again, and this time the stillness remains forever.

#come closer i'm just another yennskier hug fic i can't hurt you :) #for what's worth maya planted this idea in my head so i'm not entirely to blame. mostly i am though <3 #also prose was not on my side with this one but. whatever #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #yennskier #the witcher book spoilers #ig?? isn't it like Known at this point #chrysa writes #fic recs

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

the only reason a togiri hannibal au doesn't fully work is because there is no world where byakuya would or could be qualified to work as a therapist. on the other hand i am fully inclined to believe kyoko could go full will graham, sweaty delirium and all, when the right circumstances call for it

#togiri #danganronpa thh #a togiri hannibal au could only work if. byakuya was just a rich eccentric #and all the victims happened to be other rich people who had ties to the togami conglomerate #therefore requiring kyoko to meet with him from time to time. during which he develops an infatuation with her #and starts trying to woo her through long-winded flowery prose on the nature of death and her role in delivering justice #meanwhile she hasnt slept right in three days and has been wearing the same shirt for two #this au would require suspension of disbelief that 1. kyoko would work with law enforcement and 2. byakuya can cook for himself #if i wanted to squeeze tonaegiri in here then makoto would have to be like. the equivalent of alana bloom ig? #he's kyoko's casual friend who happens to have ties with byakuya bc he somehow managed to interview to be his secretary once #and got all the way to the last round where he was talking to byakuya personally before he figured he wasn't qualified to work here #both byakuya and kyoko could be will graham but kyoko could also be a better hannibal than byakuya #grown-up kyoko with no real ties to anyone would be ratty and a little fucked up. she should get to own a million dogs in a nowhere shack

[mq-writes-ig]

i am rotting

help me, mother

disease is growing from my flesh

decay has settled under my skin

give me love, give me sunlight

i will deserve it one day, i will make it up to you

give me softness, your hand on my cheek

she will give me neither. and i will leave my childhood as a forest, a graveyard

#poetry #thoughts #writing #childhood trauma #abuse if you squint ig #anxiety disorder #small writer #mentally fucked #growing up in a house that was not a home #prose #tw depressing stuff

[sageblogsthings]

anyone have any good book recs that blend litfic and specfic really well? ideally with fantasy vibes, and bonus points if there’s a magic system that directly impacts the plot or is an allegory for plot elements/character backstories

#i use the terms ‘litfic’ and ‘specific’ very loosely #but just smth that has the prose of litfic w the worldbuilding of specfic is really what i’m itching for ig #i finished reading ‘a study in drowning’ recently and it was SO GOOD and had such gorgeous prose #but i want prose that is Even Weirder yknow? #pump the metaphorical language up to eleven i love that shit #two of my top fave books ever are the binding by bridget collins #and the inheritance of orquídea divina by zoraida córdova if that helps explain the vibes i love #i would also LOVE more magical realism recs if anyone wants to share those as well! #sage rambles

[rodjanikov]

There are the dark academia girlies who just do it for the aesthetic, and then there are the dark academia girlies who are clinically insane

You are not doing dark academia correctly if you don't belong to the second group

#you NEED to be losing your mind over classical prose or ancient text at all times otherwise fuck you go back to your instagram account #there was an ig page who claimed to be dark academic and going through the posts it was the same 5 books over and over again #with different combinations of bags and scarves as background #and two of those books were “if we were villains” and fucking “atlas six” #academia is for losers only who obsess over dead writers #not instagram influencers #get out #rodja.txt #dark academia #light academia #I'm all for aestheticizing things #but I do not like posers

[autistictaylorhebert]

to be quite honest that "[wildbow] writes like he's struggling to open a jar" post has been haunting me. it's like actually traumatic every time i write something now i have to read it back and ask "am i struggling to open a jar here"

#because im paranoid about absorbing that aspect of his prose ig #probably a good exercise or question to ask about your writing but

[disquiet-doll]

tbh i disagree with that "homestuck revolutionized webcomics and we squandered it" post just because homestuck is actually a visual novel

...i was going to say this half jokingly, but i do genuinely believe that's probably the main thing there? there's nothing stopping other people from following homestuck's "single image mostly made of reused elements + a bunch of text, with occasional animation and/or music" format, but i think most people inclined to do that - even ones inspired by homestuck! - just... made VNs...

and like. duh. there's a whole medium of people doing that stuff with years of refinement, why would you not just follow the best practices over there?

#i do hate the infinite scroll format for comics but like. still. #i don't think that becoming a thing is REALLY why people didn't make HS-likes en masse #even without that people would still just make traditionally formatted webcomics #with maybe a little extra prose (hey k6bd does this) or animations (this one is less common ig)