#entry 2

[sir-quackcelot]

Before us stands the last of its kind. All others we have hunted down and put to the blade.

Part 2 done!! I just realized this particular series of quotes I'm using will be out of order because I'm drawing them in order of appearance lmao

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #cult of the lamb #cotl heket #heket #fan art #cotl fanart #entry 2 #Part 2/4? Or maybe 5 or 6? Idk yet

[adventuresofhoodyplush]

how about a granola bar :)

THANK YOU I HAVE NOT EATEND IN DAYS

#marble hornets #aohp comments #entry 2 #ask blog

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite23 Entry #2: Bark

FFxivWrite 2023 FFxivWrite23 Masterpost Prompt #2: Bark

It was an evening like any other when Faye made her way through the rough streets of Ul’dah, the noblewoman clad in fine, white clothes entirely out of place there. The sun had already set, but be it due to foolish naivety or perhaps a more deserved confidence, Lady Covington did not appear nervous of her surroundings. She was not one to drop her guard, however, especially not some place so rife with dangers, and so the sound of a thud and some rustling from an alleyway wedged between two buildings as she passed immediately caught her attention and stopped her in her tracks.

She crept forward to peer around the corner, relieved to find the source of the noise was only a trash bin that had been toppled over by a small and no doubt harmless creature now rummaging through its contents. Quietly, she approached the furry critter which eventually took notice of the sound of her footsteps drawing near, and it withdrew its head from the trash can to look at her. It was a small dog, a motley mix of any and probably every terrier and toy breed, all skin and bones with filthy, matted fur and crusty eyes. The mutt instinctively barked and growled, guarding the chicken bone within his maw, but he quieted after he seemed to decide the Hyur before him was a friendly enough presence. “Oh you poor, precious thing,” Faye cooed and she crouched down, heedless of soiling her long skirt and its pristine fabric on the dirty floor of the alley. Watching the dog, she outstretched one gloved hand and waited patiently for him to overcome his reservations, drop the bone, and hesitantly come closer to sniff her fingers, tiny black nose wiggling and his tail tucked between his skinny, shaking legs. Once he seemed comfortable, she dared to move her hand nearer, her fingers tentatively petting over his head, brushing the overgrown fur from his eyes. “That’s a good boy,” she spoke more honeyed words, and his tail gave a tired little wag. Finding that the pets had been received well enough, Faye scooped the dog up into her arms, paying no mind to the fleas that would surely leap onto her and nip at her flesh, standing up and holding him outward to inspect him with delight. “Let’s go home, get you cleaned up and get you some real food. Oh, and you’ll need a name, of course. Something proper and dignified…” her words trailed off thoughtfully, and with that, Sir Checkers’ fate was sealed. She always did have a soft spot for strays.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite23 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #faye covington #writing prompt #writing challenge #checkers #faye #covington #entry 2 #prompt 2 #bark #fiction #short fiction #story #writing #short story #my writing #drabble

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

Dear Ghost Journal,

My experiments with ancient magic continue! I am afraid that after the initial excitement of being able to touch things I got exhausted really fast. My hands started hurting and hadn't stopped until they returned to their ghostly selves a few hours later.

That made me think. Maybe just some contact with ancient magic would work better, unlike how I was poking it for a few hours straight with my hands that first time? In the past 3 days I've had the following parts of my body turn more or less human: my hands (again, to see if try #2 would go smoother, and it did!), arms, legs, my torso... And right now? My head! But I'm already beginning to develop a slight headache AND I am terrified of what might happen if my head DOES fall off in such a state... Maybe I'll leave the headless experiments for when I'm ready to fully embrace this kind of magic. Can I die TWICE???

Nonetheless! I might need more time to get used to the residual effects. But as far as I am concerned, with all the body parts turned human this week: we have had The Real Boy Thursday! Though judging by some... stories about me floating around today, we might even call it The Ghost Thirst Day...

Hopefully, by next Thursday, I will actually be The Real Boy~

[Entry 1]

#richard jackdaw #hogwarts legacy rp #hogwarts legacy #Entry 2 #Ghost Journal #The Real Boy Thursday

[found-in-therubble]

Entry two

Andrew Contreras Missing Person Report and Avery Perez’ account of Sebastian Hulls’ home

Entry Begins:

Case Number: 477656

Date: June 30th XXXX   Time:7:32 pm PST             Information Taken By: Maia Burke

Caller’s Name: Avery Perez Callback Number: [phone]

Address: 799 Gateway Road 

Home Phone: n/a

Relationship to missing person: Fiance

Reason for reporting this person missing: Disappeared while on a work trip

Missing Person

Full Name: Andrew Contreras Nicknames: Drew, Andy

Subject’s primary language: English and Spanish

Home address: 799 Gateway Road

Home Phone: n/a

Cell Phone, Other Numbers: [phone]

Description

Age: 26    Race: Mexican-American Gender: Male    Hgt: 5ft 10 in Wgt: 200 lbs  

DOB: October 7th XXXX 

General Description and Clothing Worn When Last Seen:

Tanned skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes, small gap between front teeth, mole on upper left cheek. Dark blue button-down shirt, brown fitted jacket, black jeans, black loafers. 

Transcripted Report Via Phone Call

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Avery Perez, I work for Eyewitness Report. Um, my fiance’s gone missing inside a house.”

“Can you give me more information please ma’am?”

“Yes, sorry, my mind feels miles away right now… This doesn’t feel real. My fiance, his name is Andrew. We work at the paper together. He was coming with me to take a tour of a house for the paper. He hasn’t come out, he said he’d be gone for just a second.”

“A house? Have you checked all the places he could be already? Asked anyone inside-”

“Of course I have, I wouldn’t have called you if I hadn't!”

“Okay ma’am, it’s protocol to ask. I’m trying to help, I just need all the information I can get.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just.. No one seems to remember him. I asked so many people if they’ve seen him, or the room he went into. Everyone told me they didn’t see anyone with me. No one saw him at all, and they didn't know what room I was talking about when I tried to show them.”

“Okay ma’am, where are you? I’ll send some officers down to check it out soon.”

“Um, I’m at 13 Lookout Lane. Sebastian Hulls’ place, you can’t miss it. It’s at the end of the culdesac. It’s the biggest in the neighborhood…I think it’s bigger on the inside. ”

Entry concludes.

#my writing #creative writing #story #inspired by TMA #authors #writers on tumblr #writing #entry 2 #found-in-therubble

[wonder-teo]

Entry 2

Date: 4/24/2024 Approx. Time Frame: 8:50am-9:40am Days Since First Contact: 8 Locations Visited: 2 - Lemo Valley - Secret Inlet Creatures Sighted: - Finfin - Snuffy - Pogo Squirrel - Heartbird (With pictures!) - Finfin Jr./Finnina/??? (With pictures!)

Notes and sightings under cut. Notes I deemed important are in pink bold italics.

I decided to do an early Teo-watching session today. I so rarely have time in the morning for leisure activities, so I hardly see Finfin and the planet Teo during the morning hours. I was up early today, so I decided to seize the opportunity.

Lemo Valley - I decided to catch up with Finfin in Lemo Valley - Finfin was deep in the valley, harvesting Lemo fruit - Finfin ate a red Lemo fruit in midair. I believe it's a red Lemo every time he eats Lemo here, but I figure I'd specify just in case - Finfin sat on the left branch and sang a quick tune - Finfin flew over the valley in circles like a vulture. The Lemo bushes better watch out - Finfin sat in the valley near a bush and a song began playing, which Finfin soon began singing along to. Sounds a lot like the vocals in Wonder Teo! - Finfin's Happiness went down when I tried to play along to the song with the drum. lol - Finfin back at left branch and wagged his tail at me - Finfin yawned. Not a morning person? Still sleepy? - Finfin went back to the bush and sang Wonder Teo again. Encore performance! - Finfin left, but that's okay. That just means it's jamming time! - At first, 3 plants joined in: Peach Rain Blossom, Pong Plant, and Cup Tree, alongside the regular Taiko - Quickly, the 3 plants grew bored of my lackluster drumming, but as soon as they did, Snuffy joined in! - It was just Taiko and Snuffy both trying to get me on-beat (I assume) and me not quite getting it exactly correct for everything to come alive - Snuffy left, and at that point, I decided to stop wasting Taiko's time - Pogo Squirrel sighting. At least I have one fan of my music

Secret Inlet - I decided to switch over to Secret Inlet to take some pictures - Snapped the whole scene before anyone showed up. Note the Mid-April flora! Seems to be just the Perna Lotus Flower

[The Perna Lotus Flowers are the pink flowers growing alongside the river] - Wait, the Perna Lotus Flowers... disappeared? Did the game decide that it's no longer Mid-April at ~9:29am? This is likely a glitch, but I'm unsure

[As seen above, the Perna Lotus Flowers have disappeared from the scene] - Heartbird sighting + pics! I took several, so I'll just include the two best ones and post the batch separately

[To me, when Heartbirds are flying and viewed from the back, they look like a heart with wings] - A dolphin-bird that isn't Finfin stuck their head out of the water and sighed

[The dolphin-bird can be seen in the water near the bottom of the screen. Has it been confirmed if this is Finnina, Finfin Jr., or someone else?] - I was still curious about the disappearing lotuses, so I left the inlet and returned. Still gone! What??? - I needed to start getting ready for the day, so I concluded my Teo-watching there

#finfin #fin fin #finfin teo #fin fin teo #fin fin teo the magic planet #fin fin on teo the magic planet #snuffy #pogo squirrel #heartbird #peach rain blossom #pong plant #cup tree #perna lotus flower #lemo valley #secret inlet #teo picture #entry 2

[ask-haunted-hornets]

For Jay, do you guys have to follow Tim everywhere or are you able to roam freely and then just go back to him?

Also, still have your trusty camera?

Entry #2

We can't go too far. I don't know how long exactly the distance would be, but I know that if one of us happens to stray too far then we sort of get.. pulled back to him? If that makes sense.

I'm not quite sure where my camera is.

#Entry 2 #Marble Hornets #Marble Hornets ask blog #ask blog #Jay Merrick #Haunted AU

[drdtdreams]

12:52 am January 11th,

In a dream within a dream in a room much like my own. Brought on by the stress of the day or so I gather.

Drawn depictions of a few familiars move and speak on the small table in front of me.

It feels as though I am partaking in a game, moving the character around as it flees from different members of the cast.

It morphs between Teruko, Xander, then lastly Veronika.

Their voices speak in the intervals of chase. Goading in a sinister manner to not only the ones depicted but eerily… myself as well.

Though when the image blips lastly during Veronika’s section. The voice distorting.

My perception is ripped from the display until I cast eyes on the person now across from me.

A shadow casts the face of the person across from myself.

There is no hint of their eyes nor the familiarity of their voice.

This dream is twisted and unsettling. It may have even been a nightmare.

The only understanding I have in regards to who was across from me before I jolted awake as I lay in brief paralysis?

Is that the figure was not much taller than myself, with short hair and lean features

I’m suspect to believe a few could fit into the silhouette. However, my subconscious kept it from my understanding.

I only fathom that it was for good reason.

Considering what I had felt as they held my attention and kept me from waking for as long as they did.

#drdtdream #drdt #danganronpa despair time #danganronpa: despair time #despair time #teruko tawaki #xander matthews #veronika grebenshchikova #dream journal #dream diary #Entry 2

[lemonscentedrehab]

Inventory

The subject, KM, has arrived to my apartment currently functioning as his rehabilitation clinic with very few possessions.

A small bag of clothes, along with the clothes on his back.

An extremely well maintained first generation ipod.

A travel cage containing 4 female mice - Marshmallow, Treacle, Pastry, and Yogurt. (He had arranged for their permanent tank and other supplies to be delivered this morning, and upon arrival he meticulously cleaned and organized it before letting his pets into their enclosure.)

A lemon shaped stress ball.

3 lemon bombs that were immediately confiscated.

A small sack of normal, edible lemons.

About three pounds of sour candy tucked into his pockets.

Luckily, I had already prepared his room as I felt almost certain he'd forget toiletries and bedsheets, so he can spend the night settling in instead of accompanying me to stores.

#YA notes #Entry 2

[yellow-likethesun]

A bent ruler.

I had a ruler. A nice metal one with etched numbers on the side. It helped me with what I needed and I was content.

One day, a friend asked to borrow my ruler. So I gave it to them, not thinking much of it. Maybe they needed what I needed too, so I was willing to provide. But they didn't like the shape of it and I wondered why.

I told them to ask someone else, I didn't have what they needed. But they wanted specifically my ruler.. I couldn't say no, I felt like I couldn't. So I bent it.

They were happy at least, but now my ruler was different. Nothing big, just a small mishape I can adjust back. It's not the same but I could still use it.

But now I can't remember how many times I've been asked to hand over my ruler. To bend it around for each request. They weren't asking for much, I should be able to help them. Why shouldn't I if it's just a simple ask?

Yet my ruler is no longer the shape it used to be, crooked and dented. I fear that it may snap.

I fear that one adjustment will one day feel like a thousand pounds on my back. I fear that I will collapse and lose my purpose.

Like a broken ruler.

9-27-23

#connyshibawrites #entry 2 #poem #poetry #story #vent #rant #writing

[sorrelssurvivalendventure]

Entry 2.9

Turning in early tonight? Today? Now. I'll get started on a house next time. Or at least setting up the farms for it. What do y'all think of bone blocks and mushroom stems?

#sorrelposting #the grand endventure #entry 2

[aurora-the-vvitch]

Dear journal

There are 2 days until I leave Gristhorpe to begin my journey. I have most of my things packed and ready for our travels. Mom asked for my broom for a bit, promising to return it by the time I have to leave.

I think on my upcoming travels; I think of my mother and how she must have felt when she left on her own journey when she was my age. There are some similarities between the two of us. For example, we’re both headstrong and determined. Once we set our minds to it there’s no changing it. I will say, I do wish I were as confident as she is. She always seems to be so sure of herself and rarely does any wrong. But also I’m thankful for some differences between the two of us. I’m definitely more patient than she is, at least I think so but others may disagree. I do also look at things from new perspectives instead of being set in my ways.

With my farewell date approaching rapidly, I do worry that I’m not quite ready to be on my own. Earlier today, mother prepared a surprise trial for me to work on. She had me work on a complex potion, the Draught of Living Death. It all went wrong when I was going my final stirs. My thoughts were in the future instead of the present where it should’ve been. I may have accidentally added a couple of extra stirs to the potion and the color was way off. You could see the disappointment in mom’s eyes and it really made me second guess my decision to leave so soon. Like maybe I should postpone my flight for another couple of moons. When I told mom about it, she immediately reassured me but I just don’t see how she’s so confident in my skills when I just so clearly messed up my potion today.

She sat me down and told me of her own mistakes, the many countless mistakes she’s made when she was my age. I will always remember something that she had said to me. “Without mistakes, how would we ever learn to make progress. After all, every mistake is an opportunity to learn”. So maybe I am ready.

-Aurora♡

#Aurora the witch #koriko #koriko a magical year #solo ttrpg #journal #journal entry #entry 2 #farewell #farewell night 1

[folding-planets]

Outcaste | Journal 1: Entry 2, Page 6

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[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite22 Entry #2: Bolt

FFxivWrite 2022 Prompt #2: Bolt Through the deserts of Thanalan in the cover of a sandstorm, the ragtag group of adventurers trekked from the Sleeping Sands toward the ruins of Mhach where Honour’s Lament awaited them, Victor’s aetherial shield protecting them from the grains of sand and debris swirling in the air around them. Faye felt the ground beneath her boots begin to change as they walked on, from soft and shifting sand to something more solid and… squirming, the toe of her boot kicking into something in front of her. She looked downward to see rising from the sand beneath their feet a giant, writhing mass of bodies. The animated corpses were from all different eras as evident by their decaying clothing, some fresh corpses and others long since rotted to bone. A myriad of decrepit faces stared up with wide and brilliant smiles, hands reaching upward to grasp at feet or ankles or clothing, whatever they could grip. They tugged downward, intent on burying the party with them, consuming them into the mass that flowed beneath their feet like a river. All the while, the Ashkin all silently mouthed a single word: ‘Friend.’ Faye grimaced and tugged her legs free, angrily kicking at the hands that gripped needily at her boots and ankles. "Ashkin! These certainly weren't here in my day! My word... victims of hers?" Xalredo remarked, the magicked plushie looking down at the mass of bodies swirling at their feet. As she kicked and stomped the groping hands and ever-smiling faces underfoot, Faye realized some of the fresher faces were familiar. But how? She didn’t know them. Slowly, the recognition set in… no, they weren’t her friends, or even acquaintances, most not even anyone she knew by name. They were patrons of Shroudrose Teahouse, men and women who had walked through her doors. None had visited for quite some time, and now it was glaringly obvious why. How long had the Blissweaver made the Shroudrose her nest? Suddenly, Faye remembered the woman in the whites robes and the mask… how had she not realized? She'd known the Blissweaver's presence was there that day Samara's fell to the Void's influence... but she had never considered that the Voidsent had lingered so long, making the Shroudrose her hunting ground. One might have expected a reaction of sadness, or some semblance of horror at the sight of her ill-fated patrons... she skipped straight past those, fair features twisting in annoyance and anger. "My patrons... from my teahouse..." she growled between gritted teeth. They continued to grab at that party, pulling them down with all their might. Without sounds they mouthed the words, but somehow she still understood. ‘Friend. Dance with us. Spin with us. Sleep with us. We have pillows of sand... so rest…’ But Faye didn’t feel like resting. No, she felt the fire of rage burning hotter inside her gut. Rage swelling, she placed a hand upon the hilt of her rapier that still rested at her hip, the runes upon the thin blade glowing to life. She took advantage of the lightning crackling around their sandstorm thanks to Naheal’s spell of coverage, the static electricity that charged the air around them raising the ends of her as she drew in the levin aether, the sky above their heads darkening ominously. “Oh… Oh, you fucked up now,” Victor’s words and the cackling laugh that followed reached her, but just barely, sounding so distant through the intoxication of her anger. The spell she channeled continued growing exponentially, and she realized it was just not her own aether being fed into it, icy blue eyes cutting toward Victor briefly to see the fellow mage also lent his aether to the runes upon her rapier. There was a certain spark in her expression then, the anticipation and satisfaction of the destruction she knew was sure to follow, the knowledge of the power she knew she held within her hand at that moment. She loosed the spell, directing it downward as a blinding bolt of lightning to shock the pile of writhing corpses beneath their feet, accompanied by the crackle of electricity and a deafening crack of thunder. The lightning arced from body to body, jumping from one corpse to another, shocking and jolting each of them. The Ashkin shrunk away, their smiles at last fading instead to terror, writhing and fearful. They ceased their grabbing. One’s voice rang out from somewhere in the mass of bodies. “W-Why?” he whimpered defensively. They all gazed up in shock at the hostile reception they received. Then the swelling of corpses began to retreat back into the ground, beneath the sands. “Never mind. We’ll have the rest of time…” “…To get to know each other…” @sharp-cast-sharper-words​

Wanted to a do lil piece based on a recent Discord RP for this one!

#ffxivwrite22 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #my writing #faye covington #entry 2 #prompt 2 #bolt #writing #fiction #short fiction #drabble #entry #prompt #2 #writing challenge #writing prompt #faye #covington

[yoursthespectator]

12 / x / xx

They called me out. They called the entire building out. The rain kept getting worse and worse, hitting heavier on the window and concrete and the spires. My squadron got called to a hotel where the foundation had collapsed. We were all soaked to the bone and shivering. We got split into groups of 3 to rescue people from individual rooms. I can handle screaming, and crying, I can handle children begging for help. But it was silent. Completely silent.

One room had completely collapsed. We worked together to lift shattered concrete off of a family. They were out cold, huddled together, faces blue from hypothermia. We picked them up, each one of the others carrying one of the parents. I held a child. A little girl, probably 5 or 6. She was freezing cold, chest moving faintly with stuttering breaths. I wrapped her in my coat, placed her fragile hands in my warm gloves. It left me open to the weathers. My fingers turned blue and purple from the cold.

I don’t regret anything. They said that if I hadn’t given her my gloves, frostbite could’ve taken both her hands. If I hadn’t given her my coat, hypothermia would’ve stopped her tiny little heart.

I saved a lot of people today, but none of them affected me quite like this little girl.

I’m writing from my room. The rain let up, and all the younger cadets and new privates have been sent home to prevent damage. I went with them. I kept giving my gloves and coat to children while they were being taken to the hospital. During last trip I made dropping a family off with my group the doctor said I had frostbite to my wrists, and that I had to go home before it permanently affected my mobility. The doctors here gave me a heated blanket and a warm kamblachna so I could combat the cold that had invaded my bones. I’ll be fine by the morning.

#original story #original universe #lore #universe lore #diary entry #fiction #fiction diary #entry 2

[the-traveller-through]

Quite frankly, I am not sure where to start. 

I cannot necessarily remember what was my first trip, nor can I remember how I felt on it. Where I come from is but a distant memory, and its presence is quite irrelevant to my other, more exciting and meaningful journeys to other places. Chronological order would only serve to confuse, for many of my travels do not take place along the linearity of time, and recounting them in the order that they happen is quite pointless. Their order of happening does not discount their importance. 

Then again, it is quite difficult to categorise each memory or travel of mine by importance, because most, if not all, are equally important to me for their own unique reasons. Each unique reason is scattered across universes, and I feel some of them calling to me even now, like glowing, twinkling stars in the dark. Others have died long ago, but I carry them with me still in my chest - nestled here and there amongst my ribs and my heart like dull, embedded gemstones. They are my treasure, and the reason why I have travelled this long. If I have to explain the journeys I undertake, I must explain the prize I win at each journey’s end - a beautiful, glittering memory of those that I have interacted with. It is not a treasure that just anyone has. It is not a treasure that anyone knows of, and perhaps this is where I should start. At the end. 

That settles it.

I will talk about my companions. 

#entry 2 #entries #the traveller through...